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Weight Gain FictionThe Changer's Room Weight Gain Story
The boy woke up in a room. He was tall, with spiky blonde hair, and wearing a thin t-shirt and jeans. He looked around the dark, cavernous room he had just woken up in. He looked to his left, and say a girl. She was attractive. Short, with long, flowing brown hair, and a thin, sexy body. She was wearing a nice dress, or red silk. The both looked around but saw nothing in the room but themselves. Suddenly, a voice out of nowhere said, "You two are obsessed with your appearance, now it is time you learn a lesson."
A hand strangely appeared behind the boy. He suddenly felt it grab him, then a warm, tingling sensation flowed through his body. First, he noticed his hair. It flopped down onto his face, instead of sticking up, spiky, like it normally did, and turned a shade of black. He gulped, when suddenly, he shrank, to almost a foot shorter than his previous, dominating height. He then groaned as his stomach, thighs, and ass swelled. He suddenly gained
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
Big ChangesIt was another listless day in the Rotundity District. Janelle found herself passing by a group of women who were talking about their latest inventions.
And before she could try to escape, they always found her.
"Oh, hey Janelle!" Mickie said. Mickie was only a few inches shorter than Janelle, but she was well past twice her weight. Janelle saw that her hips could easily overshadow someone of her own size.
That's right--she even knew them by name. And as usual, Hannah, the tallest one, would drag her to the conversation. Hannah was blonde haired, with a soft, round face. This accompanied her equally fleshy body. She was only 6'7", and she was wider than a door. There went a few hours she could've used.
Janelle sighed, and held her brown hair in her hands.
Two large-bodied women were hold poor little Janelle hostage, and she couldn't leave for some reason.
"So, I've been trying to work on something that'll really knock some socks off." Mickie said.
"What is it?" Hannah asked promp
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moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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