Little Pig Poor girl. Where'd that bikini body go? As you prepare for another summer vacation, trying on all your old swimwear, isn't it sad to see that none of it fits quite like it used to?
High school was great. Lots of boys liked you. You were thin, but your boobs had grown in a bit early, and that full chest was like catnip for horny teens. Other girls were jealous of your slender, busty form, your tight ass and your thigh gap. Back then, a fit body translated to a lot of power among your peers; power which, I'm sorry to say, is no longer yours.
Look at you! Look what college has done to your figure!
The freshman fifteen struck you like lightning, didn't it? Fast food and junk food, day in and day out. You didn't miss mommy's cooking until the first pair of jeans didn't fit. You figured it was a phase, that you'd shake it off by summer break. And then, before you knew it, your sweatpants were the only thing y
A Quarian Grows With Love (Mass Effect/Commission)
Commander Shepard and Tali had decided to settle onto Rannoch a few years after dealing with the Reaper and geth crisis. The two of them were very much in love, in spite of their different species and in spite of their shared female gender. Of course, such romantic affiliations were not seen as unusual by the quarians, and they accepted Tali's choice in a mate wholeheartedly. Shepard had become quite the famous figure throughout the entire galaxy for her heroism, but she did not wish to bask in the limelight, as it seemed like it would be more trouble than it should have been. She appreciated the monetary rewards, of course, and she used them to purchase herself a nice plot of land on the planet. Commander Shepard's requests to live as a normal person were respected by the alien species. On Rannoch, what had once been considered a desolate, uninhabitable wasteland had basically become the equivalent of a utopia. The Geth and the quarians had agreed to work toge
Caution: Side Effects Include Weight GainTamina had never been one for taking risks. She’d been sensible all through her life, always taking the safest option whenever she could; she didn’t even drink until her second year of university, and even then it was always in remarkable moderation. She’d never once been anything more than tipsy, never smoked a cigarette, never skipped school or stolen anything or been in a fight.
She even ate sensibly, those twenty years of moderation rewarding her with the sort of body that could award her the attentions of any man in sight – if only, of course, she were ever to wear something that would actually show it off.
Today, though – today was the day she was going to take her first real risk. Not due to necessity or even peer pressure, but through absolute, overwhelming boredom. She had a flawless academic record, friends and family who loved her, even plenty of savings from her years of money-management – but no real memories. She made the same pe
Just One WishWhen Maria found the lamp, it was in a pawn shop priced at $7.50. It didn't really look like much; it was fairly traditional as far as genie lamps went, she thought, resembling a very small, shallow watering can with a lid. The brass was tarnished black in places and dented in others, but she knew the moment she laid eyes on it that it was magical. She knew with more than just a gullible dreamer's certainty that her wishes could come true. She knew what that gullible certainty felt like (spending the night in a cold barn waiting for aliens to take her to Utopia; giving her last dime to a homeless man because he said he was an angel; letting her so-called friends trick over and over again...) and this was different somehow. She knew from somewhere in the back of her mind in a way that most people can never experience now that magic is so rare.
She told the owner she needed it as a prop for her cosplay outfit even though he didn't seem to care. He said he would give it to her for five if
The Devil's RefrigeratorMarisa was fully convinced that her refrigerator was being possessed by a demon.
The skinny woman stood rigid in the kitchen's entrance of her tiny three-room apartment. She was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans over her smart, flat figure. Her baby-blue eyes were fixated on the white menace. It stood in stark contrast to the old wooden tables, wooden chairs and peeling wallpaper that surrounded it. The refrigerator was the cleanest, most modern-looking appliance in the entire apartment, and it had been that way since the first day she moved in. For the most part, it was an average refrigerator. The only things that made it suspect was its occasional violent rumbling, leaking of blood and its maniacal laughter. The last time Marisa checked, a refrigerator shouldn't be doing those things. She didn't dare go near it or open the door, though. She tried to talk to the landlord about it, but he simply told her that she was mistaken and not to worry about it. Thus, she lived entirely on
Raven, The Sin Of Gluttony Personified(Teen Titans/Commission)
Raven had done all that she could to conceal it from the other Teen Titans, but in truth, she was not only Trigon's daughter, but also one of his seven 'vices'. Raven had six other sisters running about in both the mortal plane and the underworld. They were each sired by Trigon and a different mother, which resulted in them having wildly different appearances. However, aside from the blood of Satan himself running through their veins, the one other thing that connected them all was that they were each born to represent a physical embodiment of a deadly sin. One might have reasonably expected that Raven could potentially represent the sin of Sloth or maybe even Wrath given she was not hard to enrage, but that was not the case. Raven had two sisters, a younger and an older, that filled those roles. For Raven, she was the one sin that she wished that she had never been 'gifted' with...and that was Gluttony. Unlike her six siblings, Raven had managed to avoid the '
The Chef of BreezehomeSkyrim WG drabble:
Lady Dovahkiin burst forth from the ruins of Ustengrav with Lydia close behind; they were both panting heavily, their faces and armor covered in soot, dust and sweat, as well as a little blood. The two of them immediately slumped down using a nearby pillar for support, still struggling to catch a breath. Their swords and shields were carelessly thrown out of their hands just to lighten the load. Dovahkiin was the one to speak first, and she wasn't happy. Not in the slightest.
"What...what was that, Lydia?" She shouted at her housecarl.
"I'm sorry...my Thane...I...I was just...trying to do my duty...I am sworn to carry your burdens, after all," Lydia squeaked out in the tiniest of voices. She was so embarrassed, mortified even. She had made so many mistakes during their trek into the dungeon, it forced the two of them to abandon plans and escape. She had triggered every trap, she had gotten in the way of the Dovahkiin's attacks, and she had dropped many items her Than
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