Fashion diva (Race change, age progression TG)Fashion diva (Race change, age progression TG)6 days ago in Short Stories
Ben trudged trough the mall tiredly after a long day at school having to buy groceries was the last thing he wanted but its not like he was going to complain either
He let out a gentle sigh and walked over to the grocery store and went inside and bought some food for tonight as well as some soda and candy then paid for the stuff and started walking on his way out
Walking trough the rather crowded mall he could feel a tap on his shoulder just before the exit
He turned around to see a woman with long blonde hair in her...late 30's wearing glasses and wearing a tight black dress
''Hey there! i am happy to announce you're the winner of our little competition!''
''Excuse me?'' ben said looking at the woman rather confused
''Well, once you entered the mall you got a number right ? and i happened to see your number was 423 and the winner number was 423''
Ben looked at the note he had gotten when he walked inside and sure enough it was the same
Death Battle: Unleash the Power of the Sun!Death Battle: Unleash the Power of the Sun!4 days ago in Short Stories
Hydro Frez: This episode of Death Battle is brought to you by Sunny-D! Let the sunshine in!
Abe: Wait, when did we start advertising in our works?
Tempest: It's time for, a DEATH BATTLE!
Mid-Day, Outworld Marketplace
The marketplace of Outworld was busy, as per usual. Contrary to how one might view this realm, the citizens here were for the most part ordinary people going about their ordinary lives, bartering with the stall vendors and shopping for dinner.
In the sea of dreary brown and muted colours though, one particular individual stood out.
Wearing a form fitting purple shirt with even more form fitting pants, the muscular individual moved through a throng of people, almost as if he was lost.
Which was entirely the case, given that Jonathan Joestar belonged in Victorian England, not some distant realm in the future.
Scratching his head, Jonathan decided to follow the crowd, his attempts at trying to ask for directions only resulting i
YumeYume5 days ago in Short Stories
I walked down the street. Mr. Hijaki's jobs really were starting to get repetitive, but I guess that's just a small price to pay for my life. And it's not like I wasn't being paid well.
A shuffle behind. I looked over my shoulders. "Don't think I can't see you," I said, grabbing a hold of my sword.
Holy crap, I have to get out of here! I sprinted down the alley, not trying to think of what followed from behind. Yet from the increasing chill in the air, I could tell that I wasn't making much progress against that, well, thing...
I leapt over a trash can and turned a corner. If I just followed this street, I'd be able to get back to the light of the bridge. But does that thing care about something like light? Does that thing care about people?
I dashed down the new alleyway, going past door after door, screaming my face off. Yet nobody opened the doors. I'm not sure if they were simply unable to do so, unwilling to do so, or if nobody even lived in those apartments.
I could hear a sl
DEATH BATTLE: Booker DeWitt vs. Emiya KiritsuguDEATH BATTLE: Booker DeWitt vs. Emiya Kiritsugu4 days ago in Short Stories
Lyn: That's it! We've analyzed the combatants strengths, weaknesses, and tactics! Let's get this fight underway!
Xander: Time for the fighters to duke it out in DEATH BATTLE!
A speedboat crested the waves as a storm raged around it. A lighthouse was visible in the distance. A ragged-looking man drove the speedboat. He was a man on a mission, a man tasked to find a certain someone and bring her back to certain people. Failing that, though...
Emiya Kiritsugu put the thought out of his mind for the moment. One step at a time. First he had to get to the lighthouse. In his pocket he held the card that he was told would get him to where he needed to be. He had to get to the light house, get to the top, and then find his target.
Kiritsugu pulled the boat up beside the light house's dock. He checked his weapons, making sure they were all there. Grenades, combat knife, Calico, Contende
No Shining Stars Slamming the door shut behind him, a rather short man grunted as he slumped against a nearby wall, a hand grasping firm at a metal spike now lodged in his chest. Ripping the gasmask from his face, several scars having long since been placed along the skin of his cheek and forehead, he let out a hushed, but still pained groan. Removing his gloves, he closed his eyes, exhaling and inhaling in rapid succession, counting down in his head from three. Upon hitting one, he pulled hard at what was a sharpened piece of metal rebar, something once used in the construction of buildings, but now repurposed as a weapon.No Shining Stars1 week ago in Short Stories
As the rebar was painfully pulled from deep within his chest, it took all he had to keep from screaming in pain, blood now gushing from the wound, his already dirty, stained clothing soaking up the blood, turning it an even darker brown. Yet another coat ruined, although that was small compared to the hole that now resided within him. Throwi
Doctor Who WGMissy sighed loudly, slouching back in her chair. She was bored. REALLY bored. There was nothing exciting happening. No explosions, no nefarious plots, and perhaps worst of all, no Doctor. However, such a period of inactivity had led to some serious effects, as Missy found herself sampling quite a decent amount of alien and interplanetary cuisine, leading to the previously svelte Time Lady looking quite different.Doctor Who WG1 week ago in Short Stories
As Missy contemplated her previous escapades, her hand brushed against the enormous globe of fat currently stretching her dress outwards, the noticeable bulge clearly resting on her plumped thighs as she sat back, finger against her eye socket, mouth pursed in thought. However, as she thought, she squirmed in the seat to get comfortable, causing her enormous orbs of blubber called her butt to wobble and jiggle behind her, her widened rear almost spilling off the woefully insufficient chair.
Missy absentmindedly stroked her plump gut as she thought of a way to enti
Blood like Paint and Golden Dust WARNING: Includes depressing themes and strongly references death. Please be aware of this before choosing to read or not read it.Blood like Paint and Golden Dust5 days ago in Short Stories
Empty windows. Empty lights. Empty smell, empty feeling, empty walls, empty air. Empty sheets, breathless wind, cold where there once was warmth.
The sun is watching me. The sun is staring. It sometimes follows me down the sidewalk, the ghost that everyone sees but few notice. I can feel its eyes on me, judging the way I put on my shoes, the way I brush my hair, the way I instinctively call her name before I leave the house. The way I call her name and kiss her before leaving; she always goes to work thirty minutes later, since the boutique is closer.
They offered me a promotion a week ago. I think out of pity. They’ll regret it soon, though I didn't take it. Nothing I do has been right since then. Noth
Mary the Magician and the Magic of MedicineMary the Magician and the Magic of MedicineMary the Magician and the Magic of Medicine1 week ago in Short Stories
Amy Tao looked around the exam room she was standing in. Everything seemed to be in order and ready to take on patients tomorrow. She paused to straighten her physician’s assistant diploma that had been knocked askew by a young patient kicking the wall in the adjacent exam room.
She walked back to the small locker room at the back of the building and opened her locker. A face, with brown eyes long straight black hair showcasing her Japanese ancestry, stared back at her from a small mirror. She took off her stethoscope and hung it on a hook before grabbing her purse.
She walked back through the reception area and checked her mailbox.
“What’s this?” she asked examining the DVD box with a note attached to it. ‘Amy watch this please, -M”
“Oh that’s the DVD Dr. Stall was hoping for you to take a look at. It’s one of those educational ones that are suppo
After Giving ThanksAfter Giving Thanks3 days ago in Short Stories
“Mom, that has to be the best Thanksgiving dinner ever!”
“You say that every year, Erin,” Janna Keith said as she cleared the last of the dishes from the table, “but I guess it is special this year – the first one you had to come home for.”
Janna was in her late forties, and was wearing a grey dress with a low cut front, and a pattern of light grey links over the dark grey fabric. The skirt of the dress came down to just above her knees, and it had a thin strip of black silk round the waist, secured with a fake bow at the front. Under the dress, she was wearing a pair of dark grey tights, with long black leather boots over her lower legs.
Like her mother, eighteen year old Erin had long blonde hair, although hers was a light shade than that of Janna. A freshman student, she was wearing a charcoal grey sweatshirt, black leggings and knee length tan leather boots with long zips on the inside.
“Right,” her father said
Vampber - Ariel IName? The name’s Carmen. Last name? Er, it’s too long a story to go there, so let’s just stick with calling me ‘Carmen’. Age? God, let’s not go there either. I’ve been through a lot in life, but I can say that I’m still of a youthful kind. What I do for a living? Well it’s easy for me to “make a living”, in a sense, but to get about doing it, I’ve chosen a civilised way, unlike many others. I run a little barbershop down in New York, but it’s not the type of barbershop you’d think it is. Almost, if not all, of my customers are all girls. Yeah, I know: it’s weird that only girls come to this barbershop right? Well, I’d say it’s the charm of the shop. I don’t know why I decided to write in this little scroll. I figured it’d be fun to document some of the things that have gone on here. Maybe even about her. Let’s start from the very beginning of my shop, then. The grandVampber - Ariel I1 week ago in Short Stories
-Shivers in Summer----Shivers in Summer-1 week ago in Short Stories
-Shivers in Summer-
“Heya!” Dragato happily greeted, “How ya doing?”
Cite fell back in surprise when he saw the little Puffball standing right in front of him. He quickly picked himself up and started to panic. For the past few days he’s been living here, this particular Puffball has always been popping up out of nowhere to greet him. Cite couldn’t understand why he kept doing it, and the Puff's behavior was starting to make him paranoid anytime he’d leave his home.
Dragato noticed how scared he started to become so he decided to speak up again. “Cite, was it? You’re the one always hanging out with Teacher Bate.”
Cite didn’t speak, but nervously gave a small nod. Dragato smiled and went towards him, “He’s the one who introduced me to you a few days back, remember?
Spring is a Time For New LifeCASH - spring.Spring is a Time For New Life3 days ago in Short Stories
She was groaning internally. That seemed to be her internal monologue recently, ever since the gathering and Yv's sister's death and just....everything. Her apprentice was a feisty little kid, and was fun to train (even though his crush on her sister made her eye twitch). But...she wanted to see Ashon. She missed her.... what ever were they? Just good friends? Cats who had kits together? Hell if she knew. Crosses over the stepping stones easily, a smile lighting her maw. Almost there.
Stretched out on the stones outside of Water Tribe camp, his belly faced up towards the sky as he basked in the wondrously new spring sun. A purr rolling up his throat, he gave a stretch and twisted slightly, his feathery tail swishing back and forth in a wondrously lazy kind of way. He was back home, and it was good. He even shared a nest with his close friend Lyra, and had settled right
The Mistletoe Mishap ((Karkat x Reader))Your feet crunched along in the white fluff that covered the sidewalk. Snow. Sometimes you loved it, sometimes you hated it. Right now you thought it looked pretty, but it was getting in the way of your mad dash to the home of one of your troll friends. It was barely twenty minutes ago that you had been pestered by the nubby horned troll known as Karkat Vantas. He had told you that he had been out shopping for Christmas decorations and reluctantly asked for your help putting them up.The Mistletoe Mishap ((Karkat x Reader))20 hours ago in Short Stories
You were quite happy to jump at the chance to spend time with Karkat considering you've been flushed for him for a while now. If someone were to ask you when exactly you fell hard for the swear happy troll, you honestly wouldn't be able to answer. It was just one of those things that happened. Although, you were pretty sure you had a snowballs chance in hell of winning him over. The last time you checked, Karkat was still flushed for Terezi. You supposed that you would just have to be happy with being his
Sydney (SSBBW)Sydney Ranger—a very tan, freckle-cheeked lass, with a mop of dirty blonde hair—looked more like 25 than her real age. But that stomach of hers was like a wrecking ball of thick, heavy flab. Sydney downs another beer while across from her son and his wife. Yet the chick’s gut is even bigger than a pregnant belly. Josh Ranger always knew his mom as a heavy drinker. But Sydney was responsible—a drunk couldn’t be the regional manager of a grocery store chain after all.Sydney (SSBBW)5 days ago in Short Stories
“Need help unpacking, Mom?” Josh asks. “I still got time before I need to meet up with my manager.”
Josh is a trim, honest-looking man, who appears to be in his early twenties. He’s wearing an old t-shirt and faded jeans—good attire for hauling boxes from a truck and into a new townhome.
“Can’t say I wouldn’t mind a hand.” Sydney replies, along with her usual smirk. The lass has giant pair of tits that are at least a G-cup. Her twin gl
Thanksgiving with the Williams's - Part 02Everyone got back to their seats at the kitchen table where the final meal was set up and it was a grand spread of nearly all the usual Thanksgiving staples. Two large turkeys for the normal-person side of the table, a large tray of green bean casserole, yams, baked beans, corn, green beans, cranberry sauce, dinner rolls and pumpkin pie, more than enough for all six of them. Meanwhile, Megan had three times that on her side of the table, including nearly 500 pounds worth of baked beans. Resting on her side of the table in total was about 1,000 pounds worth of food. The family sat down and said a quick prayer before starting the meal. And thus began the official dinner. On the normal human person side of the table sat Parker, Bill, Christina, Tim, Katie and Mr. Williams and Megan occupied the other side. Looking at the table from the side you could see the stark difference in size between Megan and the others. Her feet nearly touched the ground upon her 15-foot high platform overThanksgiving with the Williams's - Part 023 days ago in Short Stories
Pizza Haven (A KnS Story)WARNING: This story contains excessive slob aspectsPizza Haven (A KnS Story)6 days ago in Short Stories
"Skylar! What time is it?" Katsumi yells from inside the bathroom of our apartment room.
"Half past three!" I yell back while rummaging intensively through my clothes drawer. I had been so busy with classes this week that I never got a chance to change my panties. Dressed just in those nasty once white panties and a grey Foo Fighters t-shirt, I could smell my crotch from where I'm standing. Katsumi bursts out of the bathroom before I could find a decent pair of underwear.
"Sky! What are you doing?! Pepi's Pizza is having their annual all you can eat challenge, and it's already well into the afternoon! Someone could've gotten a lead on us already!" Before I could react Katsumi throws me a pair of yoga pants from off the floor. Landing at my feet I pick it up and wrinkle my nose.
"Gross! I can smell my crotch and ass just from holding them up!"
"No time t
Fire Man VS Iceman: One Minute Melee!!!Fire Man VS Iceman: One Minute Melee!!!5 days ago in Short Stories
ONE MINUTE MELEE!
WHERE ALL THE FIGHTS ARE SETTLED IN SIXTY SECONDS!
STEEL MILL, AKA, FIRE MAN'S STAGE....
With flaming geysers spewing from the ground, hotheads throwing little flames from the torches on their heads, and the bullet-bill-like enemies ready to attack at any moment, the Steel Mill was well guarded, and ready to defend itself from Mega Man.
And, if that failed? They all still had the hothead himself, Fire Man, to fall back on. Every Robot Master and common enemy knew that Fire Man was downright mental, and anyone who dared cross his path would meet his self-proclaimed "Flames of Justice!"
Fire Man waited in the Mill, ready to set the Blue Bomber ablaze! However, the visitor he got was.... Comparatively, unexpected.
Crashing through the ceiling on a self-made trail of ice (That kept extending, due to an ice wave firing
The Eternal Secret"Mr. Gene, sir!"The Eternal Secret5 days ago in Short Stories
Gene turned around in his chair towards his park employee, as he smirked at him.
"Is he here?"
"Yes, sir, shall we bring him in?"
"Of course, what do you think?! Bring him in immediately!"
With that, the park employee opened the door for the guest that had shown up into Gene's office.
"Hello, Gene. Is there a reason you wanted to see me, of all people?"
The vending machine chuckled as he spoke,
"Certainly, Benson. Come, take a seat."
Benson sighed as he came into the room and sat in front of Gene's desk.
"Can we hurry this up? I have my daughter in the car waiting for me."
"Aw, well this won't take long. I just have...a small favor to ask you."
Benson looked puzzled. His biggest rival wanted to ask HIM a favor? What could it possibly be?
"What kind of favor?"
Gene leaned closer to the gumball machine, causing Benson to lean back a bit, his eyes wide.
"Have you ever thought that our rivalry between each other has gotten a bit...old these past few years?"
Benson was near
Abby's Tickle CrushAbby had a crush on Mike. The boy was a senior and was a year older than Abby so she never thought she really had a chance with him. This did not deter Abby to lust after him every day and obsess over him.Abby's Tickle Crush1 week ago in Short Stories
Abby woke up one Friday and decided she was going to dress to impress at school that day. She had no idea why but she felt like today was as good as any to try to look hot. Donning her short skirt and tight pink t shirt she left her house with a newfound sense of confidence. Today, everything was going to go right for Abby. She could feel it.
The school day passed and nothing of note happened to Abby. Not one boy had come up and complimented her on her clothes. Defeated and depressed she grabbed her book bag and began the walk back home. As she walked with her sneakers crunching the dead leaves on the concrete she noticed a white pick up truck trailing behind her. She got nervous as it seemed to follow her every turn. As she was about to start to sprint for her house the car sped up
Fairy Tail Stories #3Clown TFFairy Tail Stories #35 days ago in Short Stories
"Ooh..... Juvia hopes that Gray-sama loves the circus~! It could be our perfect date!" Juvia Lockser squealed in joy as she walked around in the empty circus tent. For a couple of days now, several workers at a circus show had reported seeing strange paranormal activity during shows and offstage. Fearing that ghosts would scare away clients and workers, the ringleader had little choice but to put up a request for anyone to help them solve their problem, the blue-haired water mage being said 'anyone' to accept the offer.
Currently, Juvia was scouting the empty fairgrounds in hopes of finding anything suspicious or out of the usual; however,all it took was posters and specific rides that were meant for young couples for the water mage to already have her head up in the clouds as she now stood daydreaming about a certain ice-make wizard from her guild. Soon, however, Juvia somehow managed to guide herself into a smaller room off to the side of the main stage, snapping back to rea
The Cat Trains You...The Cat Trains You...The Cat Trains You...6 days ago in Short Stories
“I'm telling you Val, we can do it!” Protested Catty Snow, the best friend/pet/possible future teammate/of Valeria Richards.
The Snow and Richards families while not actually connected by any sort of marriage or even romance, but were still intertwined in a way that you really only would make “sense” if superpowers were involved.
It had all started when Susan Richards also known as the superheroine Ultra Woman had ended up encountering a strange white blob inside a research laboratory. After managing to restrain the thing she'd discovered that it was actually Catty's mother Catalina. Catalina Snow had most likely been an ordinary housecat, up until the point when she'd had a run in with some experiments dealing with unstable molecules which had given her elastic powers just like Susan's.
That had happened about a month or so after Sue had given birth to Valeria and her five siblings, so she'd been forc
A Kestrel Catches a Trout and Picks a FlowerKestrelkit walked next to his father on the damp ground of PitchClan territory. His sister, Flowerkit, walked next to him while Troutkit rode on Tangledstar’s back. His long feathery tail twitched nervously behind him, and his bright yellow eyes glanced back towards where they had come. All he could see were the pines. He got a nudge on the shoulder from Flowerkit who smiled at him and nuzzled his cheek fur playfully. He giggled a little and pushed her away slightly. She was always in the mood for some fun, and he supposed she only saw this as an adventure. Kestrelkit saw this differently however. When would he get to see Q-Tip, his mother, again? He looked ahead towards where he assumed the camp was. Would the cats like him there? Would they try to hurt him? He looked back up to his dad. He was a big cat; Troutkit could practically run around on Tangledstar’s back. Surely he would protect them.A Kestrel Catches a Trout and Picks a Flower4 days ago in Short Stories
Tangledstar finally spoke. “We’re getting close to camp. I’m
Friends in Weird Places (Riddler and Mad Hatter)Friends in Weird Places (Riddler and Mad Hatter)5 days ago in Short Stories
No one had heard much from Jervis after Arkham City had been shut down and most of the inmates freed, but his presence never quite went away and like usual the blonde women of Gotham did their best never to be caught alone. It didn’t matter however, being both locked away at the Asylum and the City had taken their toll and Jervis’s mind had completely broken. He had somehow acquired a space somewhere in Gotham and often spent his days locked in his home and trying to make sense of reality while working on his mind-control cards. By night he just wandered around Gotham in a daze, often calling for Alice and searching for the ‘White Rabbit’ before returning to his home before dawn. One night he stumbled across what seemed to be a racetrack in progress, something shiny catching his eye so he moved over to said object, oblivious to the gigantic slab of steel above him. His movement triggered a sensor and the slab started rocketing down towards the Brit, who only not
Thanks in Weight (BHM/BBW)Carolyn was prepared for the feast of the year. A day of thanks some call it ,but some call it a market. A day to gain weight ,and not worry. Carolyn saw what her mother was making and felt the excitement in her gut. Carolyn felt like getting her appetite ready ,so she went for a run. Jogging around the block Carolyn admired herself with her long dark hair, tan skin, slim waist, and a great personality. Her brother, Derrick, on the other hand seemed the opposite. Frederick was uptight with brown-reddish hair, a bulky build, and a plain look on life. Her brother was a football player for the school while she ran track. A sibling rivalry between them competing for more love from their parents. Carolyn knew she was the favourite because of her always being kind. Carolyn put her mind back to the road ahead for now.Thanks in Weight (BHM/BBW)2 days ago in Short Stories
On her way back Carolyn saw Derrick bruised and walking back from a friend's neighborhood football game. Carolyn stopped running to talk to Derrick. "Did you win bro?" Carolyn a