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The Mysterious Fat Girl - IShe sat alone again in a corner of the canteen, a lunchbox resting on the table in front of her. Dark hair fell to her mid-back, tied in a braid behind her whilst her bangs framed her round face. She was dressed just like the other girls - a white, buttoned-up shirt and a short black skirt with a cream jumper pulled over her figure, hugging her frame. Black stocking stretched all the way up her legs, leaving only a thin gap of flesh exposed between where her skirt ended and her socks started. Black shoes covered her feet. But although dressed the same as the other girls, she was left by her lonesome whilst everyone else sat in their groups, all because she was different.
Her figure was not thin, possessing curves that the other girls didn't possess. There was a certain kind of curviness the other girls wanted to possess, but this particular girl's curves were too curvy. She possessed a pair of large breasts and a bottom wide and heavy enough to make her chair creak beneath her, but she
Julia' Jelly Belly- Part 3Julia continued downstairs, making sure she had done everything else for the day and pulled off the shirt she was wearing to change into her bikini top. It was an unusually nice day that day, and the pool in her back yard seemed like a welcoming refreshment. Immediately she felt the top strain as she tied it around her back, her rolls of fat parting to make way for the material. It was snug against her now noticeably-larger breasts, and the bottoms were no exception either, having to suck her jiggling paunch in to get it around herself. “I guess this will have to do until I get a new one” she thought, having to look over the bulge of her stomach to see her toes when she looked down. Stepping outside, she noticed how incredibly hot it was in relation to her air-conditioned house. “I’d better get some sun screen, I haven’t been out for a tan in months...” she said, walking back in to her house, and rummaging around in her cabinets for a bottle of
The Babysitter (Part 5)After Tom took the sleepy girls off to their room, Kristi sat up from the couch, eliciting a small grunt of pain. Looking down at her slightly stained shirt, Kristi winced as she futilely attempted to cover up her distended stomach with the ill-fitting fabric. She couldn't even stretch the shirt down past to her pants before began making small tearing noises. Giving up, Kristi stood up, stretching her arms high above her head, causing her gut to be uncovered once again. Giving her shirt yet another tug downwards, Kristi slowly walked towards the kitchen, her overfull stomach bouncing slightly with every step.
Susan stood at the counter, wiping it with a wet rag despite it being perfectly clean beforehand- she just really wanted something to do while she talked to Kristi. As the young girl made her way into the room, Susan couldn't help but stare at her partially bare stomach. Was Kristi really that oblivious to the poundage she had gained? Susa
Pig Of A Pig 3"let me make one thing clear... My car, my rules. You got that?"
Jenny nodded, scribbling manically in the neat, spiral bound notebook she clutched as if at any second it would be stolen from her and never returned. She sought to catalogue everything: every word, every gesture, absolutely everything, only pausing to brush an errant strand of mousey blonde hair out of her eye line.
"Good. First rule is, I'm the boss. You do what I say, when I say, and you won't get hurt. In here, I'm the law."
The speaker thought for a moment.
"wait, scratch that. Im the law anyway, ain't I?"
Perhaps it was the glint of the brass coloured badge on her shirt that reminded her. Maybe it was the chatter of the comms radio that alerted her, or perhaps it was the fact that she was driving a police car that gave it away that she was, indeed, a police officer.
Officer Luca Debranttio smiled, her thick, pouting lips splitting to reveal a dazzling smile, framed exquisitely by plump cheeks, a cute button nose, da
Curse of the Pudge 9When Rachel awoke after her long sleep she noticed that the light that poured into her room was not like it normally was. She rolled over to see her clock and noticed that it was nearly noon. She had been asleep for nearly twelve hours. With the time in her head she rolled back over to her first position and took stock of herself. She noticed that she had not had any real problems rolling around so she figured she was a least not really heavy or pudgy. She looked at her hands and arms and they looked pretty normal she worked her way down and noticed that her bust and mid-section both seemed ok. She figured she was still a little bigger as she noticed that there was a pretty good gap between her sleep shirt and pants.
Not to bad she thought to herself she could manage this if only she could just get through the day without blowing completely up like a balloon. With her check finished she swung her legs out and put her feet onto the cool wood floor. She stood up slowly and felt a little
Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 1)Rachel was upset. Her new stepmother, Linda, was attempting to win her over, and it bothered Rachel greatly. In her Sophomore year of high school, her mother had passed away. After two years of mourning, her father had taken it upon himself to find someone new, because he felt it was what his wife would want. And so, he had met, and eventually married, Linda. Linda was not an awful woman; in fact, she was quite nice, constantly trying to win over Rachel.
But Rachel would not have it.
She felt that her father had moved on too quickly, that he had jumped back into the fray of things much too soon. "Dad!" She had argued, "You've been alone for less than 2 years, that's less than 1/10 of my life!" But her father had simply refused to hear it. And so, 19 year old Rachel had spent her last summer before college stuck with Linda.
One week into her Summer vacation, Rachel woke up to the most wonderful
The Babysitter (Part 4)"Ooof... OK girls, that's enough for tonight!" Kristi said tiredly as she laid on the floor, out of breath. Marcy and Tiffany jumped around the room, still full of energy in the way only small children can be.
"But we barely even played!" Marcy whined, while still jumping around the room.
"Yes, well... I'm tired." Kristi responded, still breathing heavily. Internally, she was a little worried- she shouldn't be out of breath after playing with the girls for only five minutes, yet here she was, completely winded. "And besides, the food will be here soon!" The proclamation of food was enough to get the girls to forget about playing, and they jumped on the couch to watch whatever children's show was on at the time. After the girls sat down, Kristi made her way to the dining table, where all her homework was scattered about, as usual. While she had been doing fine in her courses, the semester was beginning to come to a close, which meant
Rachel's Failed Resistance (Part 3)Rachel lounged lazily in bed, knowing that Linda and Tom were home. She was hoping to avoid talking to Linda, so she laid quietly under her covers, listening for the front door to open, or the shower to turn on, so she could sneak out and grab some food (assuming Linda had made some; since she had eaten everything there was to eat over the weekend).
Finally, she heard footsteps. Waiting for the sound of the shower turning on, Rachel jumped violently when there was a soft, yet unexpected, knock on her door. Unsure of what to do, Rachel simply waited. The knock was repeated, along with Linda's voice, asking "Rachel? Are you up? Do you mind if I come in?"
Rachel froze. On one hand, she was legitimately concerned that if she kept snubbing Linda, Linda might quit cooking for her. On the OTHER hand, this was the woman who now was married to her father. She scowled, before begrudgingly saying "S
Revenge-Inflation StoryThe slums. A place for the poor, the sickly, and those thrown aside by sociaty. Though this area wasn't classified as the "slums", it might as well have been. It fit the description. Rat's roamed the strrets, with the homeless running after them in hopes to make them their next meal. Theivery was a way of life here. And nesseary if one planned to live. There were no fancy building's here. All the houses were only a single story. To have a home with more then one bedroom was considered a luxeury. One house near the center of the slum's was avoided by most, for good reason. For the leader of the most feared gang in the area lived here. The house it's self was nothing special. A small single story house with tarinshed white paneling. Most of the windows were smashed or cracked. There were mutliple gap's in between the paneling, giving the home more then a simple draft and making the winter months a freezing hell. The grey singled roof had multiple leak's, making rainfall an unw
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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