BethanyBethany was the girliest girl that you'd ever meet. Her strawberry blond hair always smelled sweetly of cinnamon and spice, her chubby dimpled cheeks were always rosy with blush and her moist little lips were always frosted with pastel pink lipstick. A little round diva that loved shopping, shoes and sugar, she was used to be being pampered like a big fluffy kitty. Her parents made sure that she never had to dirty her hands growing up, so she was a bit soft ball of fluff by the time she met her husband-to-be. They fell in love immediately, and knew they would never be apart. He knew that he would always want to be around to protect this giggly little cupcake.Bethany3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bethany grew into even more of a plump little pumpkin of a princess under Ted's care, so round and full that she looked like a sugar bun filled to bursting with sweet cream. Her perfumed cleavage tested the pink buttons of her fuzzy sweaters. Her pillowy belly settled onto her plush thighs.
Fire Emblem: The Fat Wives of YlisseMaribelle let out a soft coo as she watched the steam rise from their tea cups, a large plate of treats placed on the table in between her and Lissa.Fire Emblem: The Fat Wives of Ylisse1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh my, would you look at this assortment; why, I think this is the largest amount of chocolates and cookies we've received for our tea-time in quite a while! Decadent treats from nearly every corner of Ylisse! And not to mention that the tea smells exquisite! Thank you so very much for your hard work, Mable."
"You're welcome, mistress." the maid bowed her head before hurrying away, so that the two nobles could chat among themselves.
Lissa blew on the tea for a few seconds before tipping the cup back, taking a quick sip. "Mmm! It's so sweet! And I didn't even add any extra sugar yet!" the blonde giggled, before reaching over the table to grab a chocolate doughnut and a few packets of sugar.
Maribelle, who was busy packing her face with several squares of tiramisu, just bobbed her drill-haired head in silent agreement.
Lissa had a bite fro
Cassidy VII"Honey..." Cassidy complained in a sweet voice as a popped another chocolate in her mouth, "if you want me to get into my prom dress, you'd better let me firm up a little." She batted my hand away and stuck the chocolates under her bed. She got up and did a little stretch, giving me full view of that plumping ass. She yawned, "You'd best get back home, Katie's going to be here in a couple of minutes."Cassidy VII10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Alright," I said, getting up and stretching myself. "See you tomorrow, babe." I gave her a kiss and walked out the door. Going on my way down, I saw her mom hunched over her laptop. Her mom really had gained a lot of weight, Cassidy said her gradual uptick in fat had increased exponentially with some stress eating associated with work. We said hi to each other, as we usually did, "Sit down for a second, Mark."
"Alright." I said again. She asked a couple standard questions about our relationship, and then talked about me. "Hey Mark," she said, after about five minutes, "can you get me a s
Love Live! WG: The Nine Chubby MusesNozomi Tojo had always been considered the largest girl of her school idol group, μ's (Muse), but that had always been concerning her bust size, not exactly her waistline. She was a big girl, but in the 'right ways', and she had plenty of curves to show for her age. However, as she stared long and hard at the scattered uniform buttons around her feet, and her plump lips bent into a frown, she realized that her unspoken title was no longer going to refer only to her generous bust. If anything, her breasts would soon pale in comparison to this giant, globular gut that seemed so content in sloping over her skirt. The purple-haired third-year gave her belly a few light pokes, as if she were still curious about the thing, even though it had been steadily developing over months of repeated yakiniku and meatbun consumption. Her breasts had soaked up some of the fat, bulging as they were from her bra, and her legs were tapered at the hip, but most of it had settled snugly into her abdomenLove Live! WG: The Nine Chubby Muses10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Heather"Darn it all!"Heather9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Heather turned around in front of the mirror and scowled at her reflection. At seventeen, a girl was supposed to have filled out some. Despite all her hoping and wishing, however, Heather remained as flat as a board.
"The problem," said her friend Shelly helpfully, "is that you're so thin. Your metabolism is so high that your body never has a chance to store any fat before it all gets burned away."
"So what do you suggest?" asked Heather.
Shelly shrugged. "I dunno. I guess you could try to eat more, but I can't see what good that would do for you. You already eat loads and you're thin as a rail. If I ate half as much as you did, I'd be as big as a house."
Shelly rolled over on the bed and turned her attention back to her magazine. Heather couldn't help but feel just the tiniest twinge of jealousy. Even though Shelly complained frequently about her weight, Heather envied her
The awful thing about dAYou see, the thing wrong with you all is that you refuse to improve.The awful thing about dA4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
That blunt comment will be my thesis statement for this 'essay'.
I have a deep conceited love/hate relationship with this site. I love the easy to use interface and the many different members (make your own joke about artistic nudes) but I hate the attitude that a lot of younger deviants have. For some strange reason, these kids (and some adults) seem to hate being told that their art is less than perfect and will throw a tantrum if you even imply that their art is unoriginal/not very good. I like to call this attitude "deviantART ego". People with this mentality reject critique in all its forms and will block you for being a "troll". This attitude probably stems from the lack of actual critique on this site. Some submissions almost always receive positive comments and favs from everyone. These posts normally contain:
a) "Artistic Nudes"
b) A character or OC from some popular anime/book/video game/ect.
c) Anything Twi
Waiting for You - Prologue 2Waiting for You - Prologue 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Waiting for You
Prologue - Part 2
O divine fruit of man's imagination! How I praised and thanked you, and lamented the death of you by history's hand. Just as the hour of desperation conceives pliant lambs from a pile of stones, so have I come forth seeking that which you would not give me. In my disappointment, I was forced to betray and reject you, just as you had done unto me. Now that I have quit your Kingdom and witnessed its death, I ask of you one last thing. Forgive me Lord, for I shall become you...
"How does that feel now?"
"Better," the boy fibbed through a strained smile. The young girl standing at the side of his bed crossed her arms, puffed out her chest defiantly, and cocked her head wearing an unconvinced frown. She had remained at the boy's side since his return on the Durandal, and although the now bed-ridden patient seemed quite fit at first, his composure's degeneration became more apparent as the hours progressed. First it was the fatigue,
Don't ever...Don't ever...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't ever think that I'll leave
I'll always stay
Don't ever think I don't trust you,
You're the only one I do trust
Don't ever think that I doubt you,
I never will
Don't ever think I don't care,
I care more today than yesterday
Don't ever think I don't love you,
I love you with all my heart
Don't ever hesitate to call me,
I'm always there for you
Don't ever think that I'm mad at you,
I never can be, I'm incapable
I love you. I always will
the blight of punny mornings...i woke with poetic hungerthe blight of punny mornings...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gnawing at my ample belly.
i searched and began to wonder
what became of all the jelly.
i asked my muse, 'what shall i use
upon this morning's sacrement?'
glass raised she replied, 'drink some juice
and have a toast with enjambment.'
Who am I?[Who am I?]Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I am me.."
Who ever that may be.
Made by a world,
Not easily understood.
I am what I am.
Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.
Admiring Harry Potter (opposite of making fun of)Harry Potter is not exactly irreplaceable.Admiring Harry Potter (opposite of making fun of)3 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Harry Potter is hardly a classic.
Harry Potter doesn't hold a candle to greater works of fiction.
Harry Potter was just a lucky score.
My name is Makingfunofstuff, and I have read all the Young Adult Fantasy books in my library. You will not find another book like Harry Potter. You will not.
Let's talk about opinions.
Whether or not we enjoy something is an opinion. The intrinsic quality of an object is not.
And there are a lot of things about Harry Potter that deserve great respect.
I don't want to say the series is taken for granted, as it is obviously appreciated by many people. But I do believe that for the most part, we don't actually realize what the crucial elements are that set this story apart and raise it above the average work of YA fiction.
I don't know if J.K Rowling is a genius, or just had very good instincts about how to tell a story, but she comes across as a master at avoiding many mistakes that other autho
Just MenI wake up in bed, but not in my own bed. Where the hell am I? This isn't my apartment. I'm in some kind of large tent. There are beds everywhere, with injured people in every one, some in military uniform, some in plainclothes. A military infirmary? I try to sit up, but everything hurts. My head is all bandaged up, and my arm is in a cast.Just Men3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't remember how I got here. I remember yesterday, and the days before that. But I try to look back to earlier today, and all my memory can muster are fragments. Walking to work. Hearing explosions. People running and shouting. Entire buildings felled. And some... thing towering over it
all. Then, rubble falling and... pain. That's it.
“Finally awake?” a voice asks. I turn my turn, even though it hurts like hell to do so. Sitting in a chair next to the bed I'm in is a dark-haired female soldier carrying a medical pack on her back. What happened? Where am I? Why can't I remember anything? All these questions, but all I ask
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 1The SignalMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The planet was bright red as I looked at it from inside the cockpit and as I approached the sensors picked up a weak, but constant signal originating from somewhere along the planets equator in an area caught in a massive storm.
Wind and sand battered the ship as I brought it down into the planets lower atmosphere. It was barely possible to see anything out the cockpit due to the storm raging around the ship, but I did not need visual either as the on board computer was more than enough to set the ship down safely. In fact the storm was only a gift as it allowed me to land my ship closer to my target than under normal circumstances.
The moment the ship touched solid ground I rose from the cockpit seat and headed towards the lift in the back of the ship. As I walked towards the lift a simple thought was all I required to activate the materialization process of my Power Suit. The yellow and red armor plates quickly covered my body, the green arm cannon formed around
Stability Chapter 2Stability Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Broke? What do you mean broke?"
Bon Bon flashed her partner a stern look. "We have nothing. We have no money."
A shocked Lyra stammered. "Wh-, what do you mean 'nothing'? Your business has been doing great! I've seen it!"
"Not great enough, apparently." The earth pony didn't move her gaze from the floor. "If I can't pay rent by the end of the month, I'll lose the shop."
"We'll lose the shop," Lyra corrected. "We're in this together."
Bon Bon stood up and hugged her marefriend. "Oh Lyra. I just don't know what to do. I'm scared."
The unicorn ran her hooves up and down her partner's back. "We'll figure this out. Together."
The cream colored mare looked up at her before digging her face into her neck, desperately searching for whatever comfort it could offer. The pony made her best attempt at holding back her fearful tears, but to no avail.
Lyra tousled the pony's mane. "C'mon. Let's go sit down. You need a break."
The mare couldn't protest. However unwilling to move she was, Bon Bon was
Stability Chapter 6Stability Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waking up in strange places never was a good feeling for Lyra. Especially when she was awoken by the voice of a mare who was not her marefriend.
"Lyra? What in Luna's name are you doing here so early? I thought I told you to lock up last night."
The only response the mare could muster was falling off of the table she had been sleeping on. She felt the cleaning towel she had been using as a pillow fall on her face. Groggily, she threw it off of her, her eyes being met with the sight of Cinnamon Swirl towering over her body.
"Well?" she said. "This isn't a hotel for you to just waltz in and out at your own desire."
"I... I never left last night. I couldn't. I-" she thought of making up some sort of excuse, but decided that if she was ever going to enjoy working for this mare, she would have to open up sometime. "I don't have any other place to go."
Cinnamon seemed indifferent, but still surprised Lyra with a response. "Well I can't have you sleeping on the job, can I? What happened?"
FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
Kaijuology 101Kaijuology 101Kaijuology 1015 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Dr. Wilhelmina Lerna
As kaiju attacks have been going on the rise, many have been wondering what exactly a kaiju is. The First Age of Monsters is a subject that has been under taught in schools, seen as just a string of coincidental freak accidents and little more. Now that we are experiencing the Second Age of Monsters, it has become clear that the giant creatures are much more than that. Yet what makes a kaiju different from other animals? How do they come to be? Precious few know the answers to these questions, and kaijuologists like myself have been working for years to improve those answers. This purpose of this short essay is to state, in layman's terms, what a kaiju is, how they come to be, and the different classes of kaiju are.
What Exactly is a Kaiju?
The word "kaiju" is Japanese. Roughly translated, it means "strange beast" or "monster."
Hugs and KissesHugs and Kisses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the remaining twilight that is left,
The earth keeps spinning me away from you.
Seems I know just what to say
Too bring the rain clouds.
Seems I know just what to do
Too feel cold.
Long gone are the days,
When my pain could be kissed away.
This is a dream poem disorientated,
Too shy too pickup a girl,
Too sad too scream.
Too slow too run away,
Too sick too work
And too stupid too interpret silent roars.
This is a dream invaded by an army of nightmares,
It's much to much.
I'm in a state of chaos I can't describe
Thousands of hugs and kisses deep,
I'm in as deep as a divorce.
Deeper still than love and deaths
I'm in as deep as a fight,
Deeper still than a mass grave.
I'm in as deep as all of these wounds put together
And deeper still are my screams.
More and more I sink deeper,
Just like before my world was abused.
Gone are the days when a kiss or a hug could repair my little world,
Never been kissed once like it since.
Adapt or die, Chap.01 -SS-#01Adapt or die, Chap.01 -SS-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never had leader's wood; nor I wanted to have it. Always thought I didn't need it, someone already gave orders for me and if people around decided to obey them was because they feel them correct or someone forced them to do so. I never wanted to force no one to anything nor pretending that my actions were always correct. But we were in a time of changes, and what I should do had nothing to compare with what I want; suddenly I realized that the will is worthless in times of war. It was the duty that forced me to lift the head when the rest didn't, even if that could've destroyed me.
Hello, I'm John Bolton, and this is only a part of my story.
I guess many people would ensure that the color of life depends of the eyes which watch it. From my scientist's profile that always seemed to me like huge stupidity; because can assure you that color's change from one eyeball to another have nothing to do with the unhappy or happy you are. Even though, now I c
Written Character ApplicationWritten Character Application5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Written Character Application
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Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau