[Life of Haley] What If?In life, we are often puzzled by that which could have been. And in writing, we are often tantalized by he very same idea. One little change can make a world's worth of differences, and it is our job as readers and writers to explore that concept. What follows is four potential scenarios where just one little change could have meant an entirely different Life of Haley.
[Life of Tara]
Five meaty digits traced the circumference of her swollen stomach, sinking slightly into the pliable pudge that padded her ample frame. A low rumble escaped her mighty form as she felt the great weight in front of her press on the inside of her thighs. Tugging at the straining fabric of her shirt, hiking it further along the curvature of her gut, plush meaty arms began to pump in concentric circles in hopes of soothing the beastly belly before her.
“Tara, sweetie, did you want anything else?”
“No Mom, I’m fine!”
It wasn’t that Tara d
The apple can't run very farThe Apple cant run very far from the tree....
So youre saying that I have two choices? Sadly as it turned out for the now rather plump human thief Lila the ancient naga Kween who she had woken up had apparently been telling her the truth when their situations were reversed. The six armed, blue skinned bitch had a near bottomless stomach and despite Lilas best efforts to stuff her into a state of helplessness (or better yet pure and simple morbidity) she had only (like the thief who had accidentally awkwened her) grown a more corpulent without suffering any true adverse affects.
This was the reason why it was now Lila who was standing there spread eagle attached to a wooden board by magical restrains which held her arms and legs still. This particular situation and the helpless it brought with it would have been bad enough under normal circumstances, however unbelievable as it might sound her current
CM: Grounded Angel Chapter 1 (Overwatch WG)(Overwatch/Commission)
It had been quite some time since then… since the fall of Overwatch and the dispersion of its former agents. While some went off on their own, such as Jesse McCree, to fight on their own, others continued to stay in the business of helping others. Whether it be Fareeha Amari working with the Egyptian Army, or Winston, who continues to seek out retired Overwatch operatives with the intent of bringing the organization back.
Angela Ziegler, formerly known under the name, Mercy, was Overwatch’s top doctor and surgeon. The woman was incredibly gifted and could do many things, even if some of those things were less than ethical. However, even now she dedicated her entire being to helping others. That was her calling in life, to assist in giving life back to those ravaged by the horrors of war.
But sometimes life called for breaks and intermissions. For Angela, this meant being heavily wounded in battle. She was an angel who could heal the wounds of those un
Life Is Strange: Life Is Fun (WG)WARNING: THIS A FETISH FANFIC, AND WILL CONTAIN WEIGHT GAIN.
*FEEDER CHLOE & FEEDEE MAX*
Today was a good day for Chloe Elizabeth Price, why you might ask?
See, it had been exactly two weeks since Chloe Price had explained to her longtime best friend, and current girlfriend Max Caulfield her fetish, feederism.
Max's initial reaction had supportive, but at the same time confused. The hipster had many questions. Max had even done a bit of research on the fetish herself.
Chloe had explained that prior to Max's return to Oregon, Chloe had met a girl Named Rachel Amber, who introduced her into the world of feederism.
After multiple talks with Max, and some Chloe Price persuasion, she finally convinced Max to let her be Max's feeder. The couple agreed that one day, they would give feederism a shot. And today was that day. It was a cloudy, warm saturday, her mother Joyce, had already went into work an hour ago. While, her step father or “Step Douche
[Life of Haley] Studying Doesn't Make You Fat“We’ve got to start cutting back on the trips to Big Daddy’s.” Courtney said with a wry curl to one side as she bit into a forkful of cheese fries, “I think I’m starting to retain grease…”
Haley suddenly snapped to attention, cheese rolling from the inside of her mouth and onto her lips. She’d been hunched over her phone, scrolling through Facebook when Courtney had dropped the bomb. The shock was enough to rip her out of her headspace and back into the real world.
“What? But I like coming here!” Haley gasped, “These study sessions are the only thing that keeps me above water!”
“Well, yeah, we can still study, just in a less…” Courtney winced, “…dangerous environment.”
“Dangerous?” Haley made a face, “What kind of danger could we possibly get into at a Diner?”
As if summoned by the great gods of timing, their waitress for the evening emerged f
[Life of Haley] Easy StreetAt first, it was hard for Haley to go back to living under her mom's roof. She'd spent the past two years learning to fend for herself. Whether it was balancing her budget, saving up for new clothes, or even something as simple as what she was going to eat that night, Haley had learned how to do all of that for herself. When she was living with her roommates, she was the de facto adult. And now that she'd moved back in with her mom, she wasn't given much opportunity to flex those muscles anymore.
How do you go from earning a living wage and paying for your own things right back to asking Mom for money?
"Oh Haley, don't you worry about that." Mrs. West would always say, "You moved back in with me so I'd take care of you, and there's no shame in asking your Mom for a little spending money while you're going back to school."
At first it was hard. But Haley took to living by the purse straps of her mother quite well after a few weeks into the semester. She'd spent so long scrimping and sav
The Heaviest Elf In BrooklynSeven years ago, the 'monsters' of another dimension arrived to live in the world of the humans. The exact specifics of how this merging of two dimensions occurred, as well as why, were not particularly important. It might have simply been fate that it would one day happen. Perhaps the Gods had been planning it since the very beginning. Nonetheless, it happened, and Earth suddenly found itself a little more crowded than it used to be. There were many kinds of these creatures to behold, from elves to harpies to naga and so forth. They had different names for their races in their own dimension, but to humans, that was what they looked like and so that was what they called them. Beings that had once seemed to exist only as the subjects of fantastical fiction were actually living flesh and blood now.
Most of them happened to be women, which drew great interest from many a fascinated person. There were men too, but they seemed less inclined to leave their homeland overall. Those that came t
Doki Doki Literatu9348tj9r...Click me, Player-kun~"...Where the hell am I...?"
You'll say. Looking around to find that you're no longer where you thought you were. The last thing you knew, you were browsing your DeviantArt notifications and noticed a literature submission with a really weird-looking title. Obviously curiosity got the better of you, so you clicked on it. Suddenly, you felt dizzy; off-kilter. Your mind went black. And when you came to, you immediately realized you weren't where you were before you passed out.
"This isn't-...I-Is this a classroom?! And why is it so...messy?"
You'll ask, your voice cracking as you survey your new surroundings. Your assumptions are correct: This is, indeed, a classroom. More specifically, a school club room. The walls are painted a sterile-looking beige color as tiles with squared lights line the ceiling and wooden panels grace the floor. The room has everything you'd expect: A board to write on, cabinets for supplies, a large wooden desk and some chairs to sit on, some wide windows curren
Wing-Girl (WG)When Lyn came back with a mug of beer in each hand, Yumi let out a little sigh of relief. She had been afraid, even after entering the pub, that the bar tender would take one look at the two of them, and ask them for driver's licenses. Sure, it was a small place off the beaten path that probably wanted all the customers it could get, but that didn't change the fact that, as a freshman in college, she was three years too young to actually get drinks.
Not to mention her parents never let her take a sip before. Not even a drop.
Now Lyn held a handled mug for her. Yumi dared a sip, and, after the initial shock of the fizzling, intense flavor, took a second, longer one. “You like?” Lyn asked, smiling.
Yumi nodded, face bright. “Me like a lot.” Giggling a little. “Never realized this was so good. I mean, I could get used to this.” She swung back the drink, took a longer gulp—and nearly gagged. The back of her throat burned.
“Take it easy,
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