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An introduction to Professor JonesCopious amounts of sunlight flooded the Botany class, bathing both students and plant life in it's generous warmth. In front of each student sat a plant with an appealing aroma emitting from it, making a few students lean in to better catch the smell while others kept a good distance. Either way, each of the students were intrigued by the specimen that sat on the tables before them. A few admiring the smell while others merely looked upon it's appearance, it's white flowers arranged in an umbrella shape. One student touched it a bit, examining it's petals and root, finding a yellowish liquid coming from where it had been cut. He smeared it against his fingers before rubbing it off on his coat.
Meanwhile, at the front of the class, Professor Jones finished writing a name on the blackboard before returning her attention to the class. "Good Morning class! Today I have a very special treat for all of you. As you may have noticed there is a rather intriguing specimen sitting on the table in
Azumanga Daioh WG Story 4The next morning
Sakaki walked with the grace as she usually did to the school, this time with a small smile on her face, and with a softer frame.
Contained by her blue school uniform, her more larger and flabbier body jiggled and bounced. Her face was soft but kept it's normal shape. Her breasts felt tight around her bra but she didn't mind it that much. Her stomach had a small layer of fat and a small dashing of love handles are beginning to form. Her tone athletic legs seem to have lost their muscle but remained mostly the same except for her thighs, which seemed a smidgen bigger. Her rear jiggled and shook with each step, contained by her panties and her blue mini-skirt.
As she entered the gate, she noticed some people staring oddly but ignored it.
After turning into the hallway, she began to walk up the stairs to the third floor where her class was located, and as she approached the second tier she saw a familiar face using the stair rail to balance herself.
"Oh, hello Kagur
The Bakery in Food Court StreetTwo young women, one day, were passing by the newly completed Food Court Street. And as one may surmise, the street was just a massive food court, lined with several restaurants, and some apartments, tailored for the obese polulation in Fatropolis.
"I can't believe it! We actually made it!" an excited Gabbie clamored.
"You weren't interested in coming here before!" her friend Nikki said. "All you cared about was the cinema building."
Gabbie was 5'3", moderately short, and a well toned 124 lbs. She wore a midriff top, with a bright white color, and wore it with shorts, mainly to show off her firm rear. She even had long legs to prove it. Gabbie's hairdo was a classic dual pigtail style. It made her look firendly.
Nikki, on the other hand, was not as fit. She was a gamer, and a major league one. She had blue hair, with a black gradient. She oftne wore clothing that covered her body, which gave her a somewhat mechanical look. Her baggy black pants were decorated with three horizontal whit
Udderly UnexpectedAs Soga sat on the Magnet Train to Goldenrod City, he could not help but notice the flyers on the walls as several people sat chatting about having seen rare and exotic pokemon or having been involved in a rather heated battle. One of the posters he saw seemed no surprise to him, as the train did run between Saffron City and Goldenrod City. It advertised the Saffron City Gym, a place where psychics could train in both the art of telekinesis and the art of pokemon battles. He smirked a bit as he saw that Sabrina was shown on the poster, the teenager now looking down to the infant in his lap. For there was the girl advertised on the poster, only at the age of 8 months with a mind to match the age. Still, it was hard for her not to draw attention, as the girl would sometimes find herself levitating random objects around, forcing Soga to always tickle her to get her to stop. Erika was strapped in a booster seat to his right, the adorable grass-lover, still clapping happily as her little Od
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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