Tilly's TummyI was ready to take my place as the world’s last fertile woman. Scientists had worked for 4 years genetically altering my body, while simultaneously extracting and freezing about 500 of my eggs. I could now grow to superhuman feats, my uterus could hold thousands of pounds, my skin would never rip open from inhuman stretching, and my legs would be able to stretch far out without pain, and able to support my body weight for most of my pregnancy. My body was manipulated, now my brains main function is to keep my organs working, and my uterus working to develop a full term pregnancy with extremely big and healthy babies in roughly a month’s time, though the scientists weren’t certain on the exact amount of gestation time. I was now ready to grow a belly filled with at least five hundred large babies.Tilly's Tummy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was transported to a facility with plenty of space, thousands of square feet wide and twenty feet tall. I was placed on a large bed, with an iron foundation, and a very co
DiagnosisMelody, or "Mel" for short, was an avid traveler. Name a country or a city and she's been there! Mel is an archaeologist, a damn good one at that. Hut, being a women in a "boy's-club" has its draw backs: No one thinks she can take care of herself, very few men taker seriously and of course, she was hot; by default not smart. Mel had proven them wrong with this preconceived notions many times over, but it never stuck. Mel was leggy, with blonde hair down to her butt, with an ample bosom and piercing green eyes. Some speculate that she was the inspiration for ZZ Top's "Legs", but Mel knew that was bull!Diagnosis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, after returning from an excavation from deep within the amazon, Mel felt very ill. She ran to her bathroom many times that night, each time feeling worse and worse. The next morning, Mel drove herself to the doctors. She wasn't sexually active, or at least hadn't been f
Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Charlie huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face and slouched with an elbow on the counter. The stool pinched her butt randomly where it was cracked when she shifted in a certain as yet undefined way. The kiosk was smelled heavily of pretzels which she initially found pleasant but now haunted her dreams. It was cramped with the appliances to produce and bake them, giving her barely enough room to squeeze around them under ideal conditions.
It was the end of week two of her summer internment at the ‘Pretzelmaniacal’ booth at the local mall. Week one consisted of her brief training and was the longest period of time she had seen her boss. On the second week she was turned loose to run the little food kiosk on her own, only seeing Elise at the end of the afternoon when the owner/manager took over. Charlie at first was pleased at trust she assumed she had been entrusted with but then quickly realized that the booth could be run by a trained monkey. Not even a particu
Charlie: RulesCharlie: Rules6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Charlie lay in her bed, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her gravid belly as she watched TV in her bedroom. She felt a twitch and her belly dropped flat like a rapidly deflating balloon. She frowned in slight disappointment and reached over for the stop-watch and digital audio recorder on her nightstand. After turning the TV off, she started the recorder and stopped the watch. "October 22, Friday. Bedroom. Time is 10:37pm. Belly's gone back to normal, start time was 4:03pm for time of..." She pursed her lips in concentration as she mentally calculated, "Six hours, thirty-four minutes." She lay her hand on the bare skin of her stomach, "As normal, no signs that anything ever happened, no stretchmarks, no swelling, nothing."
She rolled on to her side and grabbed a notebook from the nightstand with a series of start and stop times, adding in the latest entry. "Okay, with this one, average time is..." she scribbled some math out on the margin, "Average time is eight hours, fifteen minu
Cindy Supreme Surrogate MotherCindy the Supreme Surrogate MotherCindy Supreme Surrogate Mother5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Cindy McGowan is a 19 year old Freshman at City College majoring in Business. College was about to let out for summer break and she was looking forward to sunbathing on the beach and surfing with her boyfriend, Michael Jonston. She was your average typical teenager in most ways except for her figure, which was not quite so typical. She was five feet, four inches tall with long dark reddish-brown hair and her other measurements were 36GG bust size, 24 inches around her waist and 35 inches around her hips. At least she was before she was asked by her mother 8 months ago to help her cousin and her husband by being a surrogate mother for them as they could not have any children on their own. She agreed to it and hoped it won't interfere with her classes. It didn't and by
The Truth About HufflepuffsHufflepuff: The Nearly-Forgotten House of Hogwarts</i>The Truth About Hufflepuffs7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In the Harry Potter series, there are four separate houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, the house representing courage and justice. Ravenclaw, representing intelligence and wisdom. Slytherin, representing ambition and resourcefulness. Hufflepuff, representing loyalty and tolerance. Each of these houses embody important virtues. So why do many people assume that Hufflepuffs are useless?
I recall the Sorting Hat song which mentions Helga Hufflepuff's statement "I'll take the lot" when the other founders revealed what virtues they would value in their students. I feel that this statement by Hufflepuff has been vastly misinterpreted by many fans of the series. As the importance of blood status has always been a major issue in the Wizarding World, to the point that that Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin (who were great friends before founding Hogwarts) came to resent each other
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 38 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.
It happens in life that some things really must be considered more than others. It must be considered that Alice felt strange in a new place, and that she felt mixed twinges of doubt and excitement over travel. She did not know what was coming, but the darkening leaves in the cloistered front lawn gave her pause to recognize an air of duality about the place, of dreadful seclusion and delicious closeness. It must be considered that the March Hare was not well in his compact head and believed that the people at the other edge of his table were in league to make Rabbit Coq au Vin for the evening, when truly they only desired to play Baccarat but were unable to
Master Chief vs Samus 1The sergeants voice crackled through the radio.Master Chief vs Samus 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's the last of this holdout. Get a move on Chief, we've still got six recon points to go!"
'Just for once, could I not have to run these damn ODST drop recon points solo?' the Chief thought to himself. He wasn't exactly the young, 21 year old recruit he had been. Having been put into cryo-sleep, ditched on the edge of the universe, required to save humanity multiple times, all of these things had taken their toll on both the Chief's energy and his patience. He was 26 on that day, something which Cortana had reminded him of. As far as he could tell, she was the only one who knew or cared. He knew it shouldn't bother him, not at all. Not the Master Chief, Spartan-117, super soldier and savior of humanity. But it still did. Keys was dead, so any romantic interest that he might have had there was long gone, thanks to the fucking profits. There were plenty of girls who would have gladly been his lover but he didn't really feel inclined to
ZombiesWe need an Alice. My breath shaky I closed the door, not knowing what to do next.Zombies7 years ago in Horror More Like This
You still dont get it do you? We may be the last two humans! Were more than royally screwed! Is this all a game for you? A movie? A book? Umbrella Corp isnt real! There is no way to stop the virus! We arent the S.T.A.R.S.! We arent trained, these zombies arent smart, there arent any zombie dogs, but the zombies; they ARE hungry. And most importantly, were alone! All alone! Everyone might be a zombie by now! There is NO ALICE!
His sudden outburst startled me at first, but when his words finally reached my mind they echoed and pounded. I started to sob, to cry. My hope was shattered. I didnt feel like I even had Trip anymore. I was just a lonely soul surrounded by impossibilities and no way out.
Cry quieter, theyll hear you and come. Trip cocked his gun and watched the door, list
Batgirl Begins AgainBatgirl Begins AgainBatgirl Begins Again6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Toni Jackson was a fairly average student at Gotham High. She was in the middle of her sophomore year and made decent grades. She had a few close friends but didnt really belong to any of the usual high school clics. She also wasnt active in any of the after school programs or sports teams. She really just preferred to keep to herself and blend in with the crowd. It was just a natural part of her personality.
One that was actually very beneficial to the idea that had been churning around in her head for a few weeks now. It tied into the one thing that really did make her stand out, at least among those who knew her well. She was a completely unabashed Batgirl fan girl. Out of all Gothams resident heroes, Batgirl just always seemed to click with her. Part of it had to do with the fact that female Caped Crusader had saved her a
Ellen Page TGEllen Page TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack was a movie fanatic, he watched anything and everything that came to theaters, he especially liked ones that had cool ideas and twists at the end. His favorite movie was Shutter Island, but Inception had just come out on DVD so he had to see if it was as good as everyone said. After he got home from getting the movie he put it in and turned off the lights so his mirror wouldn't create such a annoying shine in his small, dull apartment. He grabbed the remote and hit play. About halfway into the movie he thought to himself, "I wish I could be in Ellen Page's position, that would be so cool." A few minutes passed and he began to feel tingles in his feet, he just assumed they were asleep and didn't pay much attention, they became rather small and dainty. The feeling went up his legs, and yet again he just passed it off as some sort of bad sitting position, so he moved a bit and continued to watch. His legs became much more slender and ladylike, while all his body hair began
Kindness's Reward Chapter 3Chapter 3Kindness's Reward Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie made her way down the stairs unsteadily the next morning, feeling rested but hungry. She realized as she walked down that she was being watched. Looking around, she found a white rabbit standing on a small end table, glaring at her. It made her feel unwelcome, but Trixie just glared back at it.
"Do not mess with Trixie, rabbit, or she may make you part of her next routine."
The rabbit did not look amused. A noise distracted her, and Trixie looked up to realize the birdhouses hanging from the ceiling were occupied, small sparrows talking to one another from their houses.
"What kind of house is this?" Trixie just stared on. Another bird emerged from a larger house. It was a robin that began to whistle a tune. To Trixie's surprise, a silky voice sang back, wordlessly, in perfect key.
"Good morning- oh, Trixie!" Fluttershy entered the room from the kitchen. Trixie realized she had a light blush on her face and immediately scolded herself. Why was she blushing?
It's Revolutionary..."So what is it that you wanted to show me?" Sean asked his friend. "It's revolutionary! You have to see it!" Michael replied, "I found it while digging out some weeds behind my house!"It's Revolutionary...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Both of the boys went into his messy room. Michael immediately started rummaging through a large pile of clothes he had stacked in the corner. "Dude, seriously, you got to clean your room up." Sean told him.
"Bah! This room doesn't need to be cleaned! Everything is set up perfectly where I want it. All I have to do is reach over from where I'm sitting and I can grab whatever I want! You're too distracted by looks to see the ingenuity of my organization skills!" Michael remarked.
"Uh yeah, that explains why it's taking this long just to find whatever you're looking for." Sean replied.
After hearing this, Michael chucked a shirt into Sean causing him to stagger a bit. "Feh. This is an exception. I don't want anyone casually seeing this and grabbing it. Besides, don't you know things are natural
Our Flag Was Still ThereMarch 9, 1862. 7:00 AMOur Flag Was Still There3 years ago in Historical More Like This
As my fellow crew members and I saw sat wearily eating our breakfasts of hardtack and coffee, the events of the last few hours raced through my mind. The day before had been fraught with tension thanks to the menace of the rebel ironclad Merrimac. No one had ever seen anything quite like her before. Armored like a turtle with metal impervious to our shelling and belching black smoke through her large smokestack, she reminded me most of the coal trains back in Pennsylvania. But the ship known to the rebels as the Virginia was instead a deadly machine of war. Our ship, the USS Minnesota, managed to avoid the Merrimac's wrath by heading for shallower waters, but we accidently grounded ourselves near the banks of the James River in the process. Fortunately, darkness fell before she could attack and she and her companions returned to port in rebel-controlled Norfolk, Virginia. We spent most of the night with th
The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)The Troubles of Dating4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.
And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I had gotten during our after-movie dinner at Alessandro's. Passionately interested 70s music, loving long walks in the wild, preferred old-school horrors to the film we'd just seen which we both agreed was tragic. All in all, we seemed to go along quite nicely. After finishing our capricosa, I led her to the car thinking this might as well have been
Halo Reach: Death of EmileHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Emile4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Emile
I watched as the last remaining Brute Chieftain drop to the rain-soaked pavement with various bullet wounds embedded into it's flesh.
Even with the last of the Covenant forces on the landing pad were killed, but my senses were still telling me that there are bound to be more of them.
And my instincts were telling me soon... very soon that they'll come.
I release the clip of my M392 DMR and refreshed it with a new one, readying myself if the Covenant bound themselves to show up.
I could feel the landing pad vibrate as Emile fired the Mass Driver into the oncoming Banshees, blowing them out of Her sky.
One by one...
As my gaze drifted towards the oncoming Pelican, the Pelican that's holding the UNSC's most highly skilled strategist and inspirational leader among the their Navy;
Captain Jacob Keyes.
As the Pelican landed on the landing pad and opened the back hatch, I could see three Marines and the Captain himself.
I placed the M392 DMR onto the back of my MJOLN
Transformers Academy IAquablast ran through the hallway. Dang, dang, dang, Im gonna be late. She muttered. Not a good way to start off her first day at the Autobot academy. She looked around, confused. The hallway split like a four-way street, and the halls were empty. She was about to take a right when a voice came from behind her.Transformers Academy I7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Why arent you in class? Aquablast turned around. A man was behind her, and he was maybe a foot taller than her. His expression didnt look threatening, but Aquablast knew she was in trouble.
I-I got lost. Im trying to find Professor Wheeljacks lab. Hes my first teacher this morning. Its my first day here.
The man smiled. Aquablast got a few moments to focus on his features. His hair was a royal blue, and his jacket that was similar to a racers was red, blue and white, and so were his pants. Red boots went past his ankles. May I escort you?
Aquablast blushed. Y-Yes plea
Kindness's Reward Chapter 5Chapter 5Kindness's Reward Chapter 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie found the days passed by quickly and peacefully from there. She began to develop a routine. By the time she awoke Fluttershy was making breakfast, typically oatmeal, a warm and filing meal that started the day right. Trixie would take her mornings easy, still recuperating. She had gotten her books back from Twilight, and would review them, often in the garden if the weather held. She would then usually accompany Fluttershy into town in the afternoon, having lunch with her or just taking the chance to stretch her legs. She began to fill out little by little, her coat gleamed once more, and she regained her former energy. Only one thing stood between her and true health. That was why, nearly a week since her first visit, Trixie found herself in the Ponyville library again, Twilight Sparkle staring at her.
"Absolutely no magic?"
"None at all." Trixie shook her head. Twilight frowned.
"What happens if you try?"
Trixie shuddered. "Nausea. Trixie would rather leave it at tha
Sleepy (Rule 51)Rule 51:Sleepy (Rule 51)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Any C-Sec personnel found asleep while on duty will be reprimanded.
Garrus tapped a talon anxiously against the desk as he ran through the surveillance vid for a fifth time. His eyes scanned over the digital crowd, searching for his suspect, a Blue Suns weapon dealer who had been alluding C-Sec for the better part of a month now. The case had only been turned over to Garrus a few days prior, when a rumor surfaced that the merc might be dealing heavier weapons--namely a shipment of M-920 Cains.
Should that rumor be true, some lucky, rich sons-of-bitches would wield weaponry capable of decimating entire blocks at a time. Garrus didn't even want to think about the damage they could cause within the Citadel, in crowded areas.
The footage bled into Garrus' eyes. Each figure seemed to blend into the next until he could make out little more than a blob of movement. With a groan, he paused the vid, reclining back and rubbing the fatigue from his e
Earth And Sky - Part 1Part 1 - Necessity Is The MotherEarth And Sky - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Clouds of steam from the engine mingled with the fine mist of a drizzly spring morning as passengers disembarked from the express train from Canterlot.
Among them, a lavender coated unicorn mare paused to savor the pervasive scent of apple blossoms that hung in the air, smiling up at the familiar hoof carved sign hanging over the station house proclaiming her destination: Ponyville. She cast an apologetic glance over her shoulder as the passenger behind her irritably cleared his throat, and hastily stepped down onto the hoof scuffed concrete of the platform.
When she'd moved a bit out of the way of the milling crowd of earth ponies and unicorns, she paused again to properly stow the book she'd been reading, which had been hovering at her side like a dutiful companion since she'd exited the train. She pulled an umbrella from her saddlebags and opened it over her head. There it floated in a cloud of sparkling purple magic, its shaft balanced like the poin
Reasons Why I Dislike FeministsCurrently, the hashtag “Women Against Feminism” has been trending on social media, and it has created quite the on-line feminist backlash. Feminists have been left scratching their heads, wondering why women of all people would have a problem with feminism. Why would women be against people who claim to be “advocating social, political, legal, and economic rights for women equal to those of men”?Reasons Why I Dislike Feminists8 months ago in Editorial More Like This
If I had a dollar for every feminist who rebutted the phrase “I don’t like feminism” with “what do you have against equal rights for women?”, my wealth would rival that of Steve Jobs!
No, feminists, we do not have a problem with women wanting equal rights to men. Our problem is not with what feminists claim to stand for. Our problem is not with their positions. Our problem is with their words and actions.
You see, feminists, I don’t judge people based upon what they claim to stand for. If that were the case, I would take the word of R
SV Chapter 1 War is NecessaryChapter 1SV Chapter 1 War is Necessary4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight Sparkle: War is Necessary
Arms swaying at her sides, occasionally brushing against her skirt, a woman walked down an organized, clean hall way. Her head held up high, she walked with purpose. With each step the heels of her boots made contact with the pale gold marble floor to let out a sharp and authoritative click. Her demeanor did not waste it's presence for each person she passed either greeted her politely or stood at attention until she was several steps ahead. By now she had come to acknowledge the reactions, hardly noticing them, much different from when she first received such respect, which had left her flustered and embarrassed.
Still, nothing escaped her wandering gaze. Should one of the men linger too long in the hallway or a group of woman giggle amongst themselves to loudly (or if they giggled at all dependent on her mood), she was quick to make her existence known without a single utterance, perhaps an annoyed clearing of the throat
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
MW2 - You Can't Kill a GhostMW2 - You Can't Kill a Ghost5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just a little bit farther...
Roach weighed strongly on Ghost's shoulder as he helped drag the younger man to safety, just feet away in Shepherd's awaiting heli. As the back hatch opened, Ghost nearly sighed in relief as Shepherd came out to meet them. He could tell Roach, who was still breathing heavily in pain, began to relax in awaiting relief as well.
"Do you have the DSM?" Shepherd shouted over the roar of the engines.
"We got it, sir!" Ghost yelled back, ready to get his teammate a safe distance from the battle. Roach reached out a hand for support from Shepherd.
"Good," Shepherd commented, looking only at Roach. "That's one less loose end."
His eyes suddenly turned hardened and angry, and Ghost realized a moment too late that he'd pulled a gun with his right hand.
Before he could react, a shot rang out and Roach's weight was suddenly gone from his shoulders.
Horror ran through Ghost, and as his arms wildly flew out to catch him, Ghost couldn't stop himself from crying ou