Balanced and SafeWe had never met before. Ever. But we had been in a long distance relationship for a few years. It almost seemed like I had known her forever. I had a hard time thinking of a person that knew me better, that I trusted more. The plane slid through clouds as the flight attendant announced that we'd begin our descent in five minutes and would we please put up our trays. There was clattering all over the plane as the passengers did as the stewardess asked. I closed my journal, shoved it into my carry-on, and took a deep breath. In a matter of minutes we'd be standing in the same room, looking each other square in the eye, for the first time in our lives.
Both of us were nervous. How could we not be? For several years we'd been together, leaned on each other, confided in one another, and been the other's strength when we needed a soft place to fall. All those years together couldn't just be a fluke. Yet we both knew that people were a little different in real life than they were online, and
A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.A Pocket Full of Sky5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads you, you must always do for me one small, beautiful thing take a handful of the sky, and place it in your pocket. Take a handful of the sky, and remember, always, that your feet need not always be imprisoned to the ground. Anything you could ever wish for, Lucie, can be yours but only if you study hard, and always feel the freedom of t
Force FeedingIt was early morning. The last tray of food was placed on the table. Amy's ruby lips formed a small arch of excitement. After all of the money, time and effort she had managed to construct a banquet large enough. Before her were three tables, piled high with assorted goodies. Cakes, biscuits, pastries, sweets. Enough confectionary to kill, she thought, but she had no intention of dying. This thin woman wanted to eat, and the urge was so powerful that she had to leave the room simply to avoid surging into one of the gorge mountains. Now in the kitchen, she returned to the open book on the side counter. It was a telephone directory, open at a section entitled "Plumbing Services." She took out her phone and dialled.Force Feeding4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mark's whistle was shrill and tuneless. He was not whistling because he had a catchy tune stapled to his mind. He was not whistling because he enjoyed it. He was whistling because the street was gravely silent, and silence scared him. There was but one house, and it was choked
The Silo Complex"You won't believe what I just saw in the field."The Silo Complex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sighed at Eloise in the doorway. "Another dead raccoon? How big was it this time? You know it's just maggots, right?"
"No, that wasn't it. I saw a man."
"Was it John?"
"It was a man, but it wasn't really a man. Almost a man."
"Almost a man?" She had recently taken to wandering in the fields under gray skies, thinking that she'd find her answers among the abandoned farm equipment and rows of dried corn husks. She never did. Just raccoons. I never heard anything about men who were almost men. "How can someone be almost a man?"
"Never mind. You don't believe me."
"Just tell me what he looked like."
"He looked like smoke."
I didn't realize what she meant until the next day when a woman who was almost a woman appeared outside the back door, peering through the window. She was in the form of a woma
Mandy TG"Mandy, you can't go out you have to go to the prom!" I scream.Mandy TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Whatever, nobody cares about grade seven prom." She retorts. Then she slams the door and walks out
I fume for a bit before I stomp up to my room.
Then, I hear her stupid ringtone go off. If i listen to it for more than thirty seconds my head explodes, so I darted forward into her room and looked at the caller ID, wondering if I could just hang up.
It was her boyfreind, Max. I put on a falsetto voie and awnser.
"Hey pumpkin." I say.
"Hey cutie."He replies. "You ready to go out tonight for the prom?" He asks. I think fast, Mandy probably sais she would go with Max then ditched and forgot to tell him.
"Sure." I say, might as well humilate Mandy.
"Cool, I'll be there in five." He replies. I hang up and sit doen on Mandy's bed, facing the closet. I remember one time she yelled a certain outfit and it appered on her floor, then she put it on. I don't know how she did it so I decided to try it.
"Prom!" I yell. Then I hear a robo
Gut BusterSally caressed her massive stomach, distended and quivering erotically. She loved the feel of soft belly flab; kneading it, grabbing it, squeezing it. She patted her belly just to see the rippling surface. The waves she generated rippled across her vast and overfilled gut in a quick tremor.Gut Buster8 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
She was actually a pear-shaped girl, and while she derived enjoyment from the mass of her ass or the difficulty in maneuvering her wide hips, she desired more than anything to have a heavy, round, belly heaving under pendulous breasts.
Her binges had become an almost daily routine, as she challenged her gut to hold more fatty consumables each new day. She loved the pain of a belly full beyond capacity. At each meal, she shovelled food into her mouth until she was so full that she hurt, and forced herself at that point to eat pounds more. At least. Her meals ended when she rendered herself temporarily immobile, usually splay
PokeGrowth Part 1: Ash Growing"Aww, do we have to do this again?!"PokeGrowth Part 1: Ash Growing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ash, Brock and Dawn were doing work for charity. They were cleaning Lake Valor, as it had become polluted by Team Galactic's last attempt at capturing Azelf. The water had turned a nasty brownish green colour because of the billious gunge Team Galactic's machine had spilled when it exploded.
"Aww, do we have to do this again?!" moaned Ash again.
"I hate to say this, but I agree with Ash." said Dawn
"C'mon guys," said Brock "It's for the good of the lake, and Azelf."
"More like the good of the lake, and Jaquelin Kelp!" whispered Ash to Dawn.
The two of them giggled. Brock came over to them. He had pink lipstick on his cheek. Ash and Dawn giggled again. Brock wiped the lipstick off his face.
"You two should start helping," said Brock "The valve over there is leaking, go and tighten it Ash. Dawn, go and help Dr. Kelp, she needs your help to fish that Magikarp out of the dirty water and into clean water."
Ash and Dawn went off to do their seperate thing
Megan 3Megan lumbered to class as fast as she could. She couldn't move as fast as she used to, now that she'd gained so much weight. She felt huge. Thank God, this class is finally coming to an end, she thought as she waddled across campus. She caught a quick glimpse of herslef in a window as she moved past. Jeez, she was huge. Her clothes barely fit her, since she still hadn't had any time to do any shopping. Her gray sweatpants - the only things that fit over her massive thighs -disguised most of her below-the-waist gain, but there was nothing she could do to disguise her chest. Her boobs had swollen up like zeppelins, and they quaked and quivered with every step she took, threatening to tear apart her oversize sweat shirt. She was wearing a tight, restrictive sports bra underneath her top, hoping against hope that it might help to reduce her ridiculous assets. It didn't seem to beMegan 39 years ago in Erotic More Like This
MarriageMarriage by WGUMarriage6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat in front of my future my mother in law at her wooden dinner table, where it was me, my fiancé, her mother, and her sister in wooden seats surrounding a massive amount of delectable food.
This was the first occasion that I had actually gotten to meet my fiancé's family. My fiancé, Jessica, was a very big woman, with black hair and a Puerto
Rican tan (they were part Puerto Rican). Her gigantic breasts bulged out in front of her with voluptuous curves, and underneath those lovely breasts was her gargantuan tummy that hung down between her legs, that tummy having two giant rolls of fat, and inside one of those rolls hid her belly button.
Yes, she left her belly hang out of her shirt, because she found it more comfortable.
She'd always wear her shirts by folding them up so that they only covered up her
breasts, but down to her hips was completely revealed. And, underneath that gargantuan belly were her giant, thick, flabby thighs that were somehow miracu
The World's Greatest ActorThe World’s Greatest Actor, now a father, prepared lunch for his three children. Humming to himself happily, he slathered pieces of bread with peanut butter and jelly. He put them each into individual plastic containers, then the containers into brightly coloured cloth bags along with plums and juice boxes. He wanted to make sure they ate healthy but enjoyed what they ate. He was rewarded with their smiles when his three children came running in. An elder girl in grade two, followed by a twin boy and girl who were in kindergarten, greeted him. He said good morning and picked them all up in a bear hug, kissing them each on the forehead. They laughed and ran to eat their breakfasts, cereal which he had poured for them. When they were done, he followed them up the stairs to make sure each one of them brushed their teeth, washed their hands, and picked up their school bags. He watched them shove their carefully packed lunches into their bags and run out the front door. He stood withThe World's Greatest Actor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.on old sanzu - absolutely true fiction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
The GallonTitle: The GallonThe Gallon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fandom: Tiger & Bunny
Characters/Pairings: Kotetsu (Wild Tiger)
Warnings: belches and hiccuping
Summary: There's a gallon of milk obstructing the space in Kotetsu's fridge and to get rid of it, Kotetsu decides to drink it all.
Kotetsu had just come back from shopping. When he opened the door of his fridge his eyes immediately fell on a large gallon container of milk. How could they not? After all, the thing was taking up all of the top shelf, lying on its side. It had been planned that Kaede would be visiting for the weekend and Kotetsu hadn't wanted to have to run out to get milk every morning because they'd used it all up too quickly. So he'd tried to find a larger than usual quantity. However, all he could find was the usual small ones and the really large gallon containers which the parents of large families with four or five kids tended to buy. Kotetsu didn't usually need that much milk, but i
MeganMegan couldn't believe her good luck. Landing a job as TA for a cooking class had to be the sweetest deal a senior could land. Not only would she get credit for doing practically nothing, she'd also get free food! And, to Megan, anything free was definitely good.Megan9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Megan was a slender girl with dainty B cup breasts and short, mussy mousy brown hair. She had a slight bit of pudge around her middle, an inevitable result of her lazy, sedentary lifestyle, but for the most part she maintained a naturally svelte figure. With thick plastic framed glasses and a crooked smile, she might not have been the picture of conventional beauty but she was definitely cute. She was also definitely lazy and she never passed up a chance to get something for nothing.
"Prof. Addleson?" said Megan's roommate Arlene when she told her about her new job. "Geez, I wouldn't work for her. You know how much work she gives her TAs?
Don't do sadness To była jego chemiczna droga krzyżowa do transcendencji. Karmił plastikowe żyły gównem, fajczył obrzęknięte płuca trudnym do zdobycia, nielegalnym na całym świecie DMT, roztapiał pod językiem kolorowe pigułki. W jego naczyniach krwionośnych żyły gwiazdy. Spalały się szybko, zupełnie jak młodość, a na ich miejscu rosły ciernie, dlatego tłoczył w siebie coraz więcej syntetycznej boskości, chcąc tworzyć nowe słońca. To wszystko kosztowało tylko kupę forsy i kilka chwil bólu podczas walki z ciałem, które opierało się starym igłom. Uwielbiał moment, kiedy jego ścierwo okazywało się słabsze od pragnień, a postrzępiona główka ostrza wbijała się w mięso, przynosząc od dawna wyczekiDon't do sadness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This