Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 18) Working with a hangover was a learned skill. And, coincidentally, this was a skill that Kate did not have. So, groggily and lethargically, Kate did her job to the best of her ability- that is, very poorly. "Yeah, we've got... Uh... This many orders, so, you know... Do 'em." Was pretty much all she could mutter before sneaking into her bosses office and shutting off the lights. Sure, four beers isn't much. But for Kate, it was half a bottle of whiskey. She was in a bad place. Sneaking out on Andrea was easy enough, but she had made the basic mistake of not drinking any water or eating something, opting to go straight to work for the day. The headache had snuck up on her, and it was only by the grace of the Kitchen Gods that they didn't have a ton of work to be done. She made sure everyone knew she was in the office the second they needed her, but, and she emphasized this: "I have complete faith in you aAndrea's Roommate (Chapter 18)4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kate and Jenny part 2KateKate and Jenny part 29 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I tried to drive as cautiously as I could, because every slight bump caused Jenny to moan in pain and I really didn’t want to risk the second encounter with all the food she ate. If I wouldn’t see it on my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it was possible to eat so much without either bursting or throwing up. I watched sister’s globe of stomach in its full glory as it almost reached her knees. Jenny looked like 9 months pregnant with twins. Maybe even a little overdue. It was impressive really. I put my hand on the side of her massive gut. It was rock-hard and I could feel how taut her skin was when I rubbed it slightly. Even this slight touch caused her to moan.
Finally we arrived home. Jenny wasn’t able to get from the car on her own, because of the weight of her overfed stomach. After a few minutes of struggling I finally managed to pull her up from the seat. I helped her to get to the living room, where she could lay down on a coach. Going upstairs was
Meg weight gain, ch 1 Meg shielded her eyes as she looked up at the old plantation house. It was still in excellent condition, thanks to her aunt’s former boyfriend who still lived there. The last time Meg had been here, her aunt was still alive; now, not so much. She set down her two vintage luggage cases and sighed, feeling nostalgic but not grieving. Her aunt was gone, just like her parents were gone, and her grandparents. Death was simply a part of life, a part that Meg had long ago accepted.Meg weight gain, ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“MEG!” Justin called, rushing out of the house to see his favorite niece. He ran up to her and scooped her up, swinging her around as he held her tightly to himself.
“Hey, Justin,” Meg replied, her mind trying to block her thoughts, which ranged from ‘DAAAMN’ to ‘oh GOD he smells amazing.’ Even if her aunt was dead, Justin was still family.
“Please, please, call me Uncle. Lord knows you must need some family right now,” he said, putti
Sarah pt. 6 The week went by pretty smoothly all considered. She was never ridiculed or anything, and people slowly adjusted to how she looked. The diet didn't start, though. Oh, she THOUGHT it had, and she told people all about it, but nothing really changed. Every day, she woke up intending to eat healthy, but all the only consistent result was a series of very small, low-calorie breakfasts. Too small to fully satisfy her. She usually broke down somewhere around third period and bought some chips and a coke from the vending machine. Then stop by again on the way to fourth, for dessert. Nothing too huge, no massive binges, but no real restrictions either. She would refuse a candy bar from her friend at lunch, then a few minutes later, go through the line for a piece of cheesecake. Eat a salad for lunch instead of a full meal, then stop by Macdonald's after school. The results of all this, she was finally pushed up into the "overweight" category on the BMI scale. Her cSarah pt. 63 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game Changer: Chapter 10 (WG)Chapter 10Game Changer: Chapter 10 (WG)7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah sprung out of bed, her feet hitting the floor with purpose as she began her morning routine and readied herself for the day. Truthfully, the buxom blond was surprised at how great she felt in the morning. She thought the CrossFit program she had recently joined would’ve left her a bit more drained and sluggish in the morning. However, that was not the case, as she got over the initial soreness quickly and was really beginning to enjoy the class.
For the first time in Sarah’s life, she was beginning to feel an addiction to something other than food, television, and wine. She was becoming addicted to fitness.
The blond looked at herself in front of the mirror, wearing a pair of red satin panties and tight, chest hugging light blue t-shirt. She admired her figure from afar.
Sarah was losing weight. Her ones fat thighs were slowly but surely becoming more sculpted. By no means did Sarah has the perfect stems of hardworking fitness model. However, there was some
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 1)After almost choking to death (due in equal parts to embarrassment of eating this girls food and being surprised by the girls stealthy entry), Andrea made a somewhat passable recovery by attempting to make it sound like she was just coughing, rather than choking. After swallowing the massive bite of the stolen pastry, she stood up straight, not entirely unaware of just how much her shirt rode up when she wasn't slouching. "Oh, hi, I'm... Andrea! I answered your ad and I showed up and you weren't here and I... Yeah. Hey, I'm not gonna lie, I swiped a doughnut, and I know it was stupid and I'm really, REALLY sorry, and... Yeah, I'm just gonna leave, OK? Sorry for bothering you and stealing your food." Andrea wasn't exactly the smoothest girl around when it came to social interactions, even less so when she'd just been caught being a flat-out thief. Grabbing her purse off the counter, she made to leave, but the girl, Kate, stopped heAndrea's Roommate (Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fat and Chips pt.2We exchanged numbers, while I tried to hide the rip in my pants. His name was Allen and he was picking me up tonight. I was positive it was going to be fun. Well, in any case better than a bag of chips in my sweat pants watching television. I practically skipped home; but more just walked eating my fish and chips and rubbing my stomach, which was hanging over my waistband more than ever. My mom needs to learn how to do the laundry.Fat and Chips pt.26 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I got home I was so excited, I went straight to doing my make up and getting ready.
What was a good outfit? I needed something really cute.
When I looked through my closet I realized how I had never really worn anything but sweats since school ended.
I picked out my favorite outfit from months before. A nice pair of black skinny jeans and a black turtle neck. I was going to look so good; I thought as I laid my clothing out on the bed and took off my work clothes.
I put on my pants first, and felt an odd hardness to pull them up. That was strange; I cont
Sarah pt. 1 Sarah was nervous. Tonight, she would be presented to the public as head cheerleader at her high school. This feeling was new to her. For the last four years, she had been a cheerleader, and gone through this same ceremony without a second thought, but this year was different. She was different.Sarah pt. 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sarah had spent the summer at a camp preparing her for her next year at college. This was a full-summer course, so she had to skip out on cheerleading camp, but she thought that, in the end, this would help her a lot more than cheerleading. At the end of it all, she had taken a few college level courses, stayed in a dorm, and most importantly, eaten at the dining hall. More specifically, she had OVEReaten at the dining hall. The camp was supposed to simulate a semester in college, and it did it well. Right down to the Freshman Fifteen. Sarah knew she'd picked up some weight, but hadn't had any problems with clothes so she wasn't too worried about it. But she'd been
David and Sarah - part 9The next day was Saturday, and followed a pretty similar pattern, differing only in a move to the beach rather than the poolside, in Chris and David deciding to build a sandcastle in the morning and in Angela buying a large pitcher of some sort of cocktail at lunchtime, resulting in an afternoon spent drifting in-and-out of a cocktail-induced snooze. The following day was Angela’s birthday and was spent lounging by the poolside with a continuous flow of food and drink, culminating in dinner and then several hours dancing at the poolside bar. Monday was spent back on the beach, making the most of yet another day of glorious weather.David and Sarah - part 97 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the Tuesday morning, David and Sarah went out for their usual run, returning to the apartment shortly after 8:30am. It was unlikely that Chris and Angela would be up for at least another hour, but they hadn’t been out to buy provisions for a couple of days, so David popped down to the bar while Sarah had her shower. He
Fat and chips-part oneIts simple really, all you need to know is how to drop the fish and fries in these vats my manager said laughing, as I stood nervously at my first day on the job. Wearing my blue cotton shirt which read Salty Jacks in big red writing, my black work pants, which fit my waist perfectly, well maybe a little loose. Even though I asked for a size five, he'd given me at least an 8. Though they weren't as loose as I thought they'd be, but going from 110 to 120 wasnt that much.Fat and chips-part one6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It was very boring taking a year off before University. Until I got this job I had been sitting on my couch indulging in trashy day-time T.V and any sweet treats I could find.
He lead me around the restaurant, showed me the menu, told me what questions to ask when taking an order, so I was mildly confident that I could work well here, being one of only a small handful of employees, which I knew Id meet in time.
Salty Jack was a friendly man with a loud hearty laugh and a b
Attitude AdjustmentAttitude AdjustmentAttitude Adjustment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jane had a fit! Her daughter, Jenny had gotten in trouble again! This time she was caught riding around with her boy friend, a total loser in Jane's opinion, in a car he stole!
This was the third time this year that Jenny had had a run in with the law and Jane was getting pretty fed up!
She picked up Jenny at the police station and drove her home, lecturing the whole time, but Jenny, little miss know-it-all, just rolled her eyes. When they got home, Jenny just ran up to her room and slammed the door.
Jane had had it! She called her Mom in Iowa. "Mom, Jenny just got in trouble again! I just can not control her. She is eighteen, but there is no way I am letting her out on her own. I have got to do something, she is driving me insane!"
Jenny was petite, she was only five foot two, and weighed on one hundred and four pounds, dripping wet as they say. She was very p
David and Sarah - Part 8Afterwards, they lay side-by-side for a while, bathing in the glow of their recent joining, both emotional and physical. Eventually, David rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, gazing at Sarah in adoration. He lifted his hand and stroked across her tummy again, delighting in the sensation of his finger singing slightly into the soft flesh. She turned her head and smiled at him, her previous anxiety and bashfulness gone, swept away by the irrefutable evidence of her attractiveness to him.David and Sarah - Part 89 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She wondered briefly whether she should tell him that she felt the same way about a bit of extra weight on him as he so clearly felt about it on her, but it seemed a daft thing to say in light of how little extra weight he was carrying at that point. She allowed her eyes to run down and then back up the length of his body, mostly as an excuse to check out his tummy again, but the change really was incredibly subtle and didn’t seem worth commenting on. &
A Summer's GainA Summer's Gain By: Ned FoxA Summer's Gain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jennifer was slim, petite and pretty. Not a devastating beauty, but certainly cute. She liked to wear clothes that showed off her figure. She did not wear provocative clothes, but she liked bikini lingerie and bathing suits. She really liked to wear short skirts, mid-rift bearing shirts, short shorts and the like.
Jennifer's father had recently re-married after Jennifer mom had died of cancer. Her mom had been a real exercise freak and worked out everyday and many times more than once in a day. Jennifer felt it ironic, that her super in shape mother would die relatively young, while some of her friend's mothers were overweight, lazy and health wise were okay.
Jennifer's new step-mom was what is commonly referred to as a "trophy-wife". While her Mom was slim and pretty in a natural way, Heather, her new step-mom, was always totally made up and dressed to the "nines".
Heather did n
FarewellHe clutched the thorny flower in his hand tightly. A sharp pain drew from there as he felt his blood drip from the small cuts that had formed. And yet.... it was nothing compared to the pain that filled his heart.Farewell2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was alone as he stepped in front of the memorial that honored that man. The one who had spread creativity and amazement through the work he did. The hood of his jacket clouded his face, his expression. Yet, even among the falling rain, it was clear his cheeks were stained with tears.
He didn't cry that often. But for this one instance, he couldn't help himself. The world had lost a great man today, and just like the thousands of others out there who had heard, his heart was broken, and tears were rolling down his face.
The man had created a world he had had the pleasure to visit, where he met wonderful people and had many adventures that were grand and spectacular. If not for that man, he would never have known that place, never would have met those people.... there was so
The Diary of JaneRain was a little comfort that Jane could never understand, but there was something about watching water fall from the sky that made her feel better about everything. Her fingers wrapped around the neck of the clear bottle, and she took another swig that sent fire cascading down her throat. It wasn't enough to get her inebriated, but it did give her a bit of a kick. Her fingertips bounced between the keys of her laptop like a hyperactive game of pingpong, the story gradually unfolding before her eyes. It wasn't much, just an idea she'd come up with in a dream. It was relatively easy so far, as the heroine had only started walking down the literary street. Several keystrokes later, and there was a tall man leaning against a lamppost, his face barely illuminated by the soft glow of a cigarette. Jane made an executive decision that he looked scruffy, and had a bit of lecherous grin that sharpened when his eyes landed on the heroine, who had yet to be named. Juliette, she thought, aThe Diary of Jane3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winx Club Fanfic- Comfort and a ResolutionWinx Club Fanfic- Comfort and a Resolution1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Icy's thoughts and feelings after Tritannus has been defeated. Sisterly love, comfort and a vow. One-shot.
This is sort of like a bridge between Seasons 5 and 6.
The battle was over. The Winx Club had triumphed once more. Tritannus was to be banished to oblivion, where, hopefully, no one would ever see his face or hear from him ever again.
From the cave in Magix where they had chosen to sought refuge in for a short time while waiting for the whole hullabaloo that followed the defeat of Tritannus to die down, Icy hugged her knees as she sat on the cold, hard ground, looking out at the brightly-lit building in the distance which was the school for fairies their enemies attended, anger blazing in her eyes. But beneath that anger, well-concealed, was hurt, sorrow and longing.
Icy's thoughts wandered back to Tritannus. She realised with a pang that she still loved him. He had betrayed her, of course, and she seethed with rage at the thought of her, being so naive and gullib
Guide to Equine Manipulation 2Guide to Equine Manipulation 24 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Notes This is the sequel to the first Guide to Equine Manipulation. It contains new sections, more advice and redone tutorial links. As previously, you can find links to tutorials in the artist's comment.
I. Step One - Cutting
I have found the best tool to use for cutting the pen tool (or paths if you're in Gimp). It is superior to the eraser in that you don't have to worry about clear lines and jagged cuts. It takes a bit of getting used to at the start, but after that you can go faster than when you use the eraser.
II. Step Two - Smudging?
Smudging is a fad in photo manipulations. It is intended to get rid of grains. It is not meant to make your horse blurry and plastic looking! An over smudged horse is an almost a sure sign of an amateur photo manipulation artiest. You don't want people to think you're an amateur! So don't over smudge. The horse should never be blurrier than the background (unless you are purposely using something else as the focus). When you do smudge, there
Lucifer's PoemOh MelancholyLucifer's Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Angle of pain, my God of suffering.
By day I sleep, by night I pray pray that each day will be better.
Pray..(chuckling)..I don't know what I was thinking either..What God would listen
to me after all I've done..? Who would so much as look at me?..You did.
Every time I see you I can't help but weep inside seeing your beauty. Your wings
are of iron but are soft to the touch. Your voice could bring Hades himself to his
knees. Your scars are more beautiful than Aphrodite's smile.
Some days I wonder how I could have deserved such an angel Do you weep as
well..? Do you sleep with death in hand..?
My sweet Melancholy.
Without you I'd be gone. Without your warmth I'd freeze, without your love I'd
burn. Burn, being consumed by my own anger, sadness, and the emptiness that
was my heart's chamber.
You're the air I breathe, the blood in my veins.
I give you my life, I give you my soul I'll stay yours forever more.
Guilt that eatsMaybe I should have questionedGuilt that eats2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
why your teeth always chattered
like fingers clicking on a typewriter,
and why your fingernails
looked as though faint, blue ink
had bled through
but who questions anything
at the age of sixteen
and maybe I should have noticed
the lunches you spent
or listening to music,
as you gave away your lunch,
because you said
you were not hungry-
and I silently thought
more for me
and maybe I should have wondered
why you walked through the hallways
with pockets of graphite
under your eyes,
as your knees knocked together
like keys on a lanyard:
and maybe then
I wouldn't sit here with guilt
that eats at me-
like you never did.
HotGear ThreeCupid's Arrow: A HotGear FanfictionHotGear Three2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I do not own Hotstreak, Gear or Static Shock in any way: This is purely a fan writing what she wishes could have happened to one of her Favorite Yaoi(BoyxBoy) Couples
Wednesday, February 3, 2012
I woke up at 6 am to the sun shining and a nice cool breeze, which in the middle of February is actually quite chilly, but oddly enough I felt comfy. I opened my eyes when I noticed that my blanket felt awfully fuzzier than normal.
"What in the world?" I jumped up as I saw I was wrapped in a huge furry quilt of red with three gears on it. I just was amazed as I stared at this lovely blanket. My brain finally woke me up as I realized my Feugo Admirer had gotten into my room and looked at my traps I set. Backpack had set an invisible laser trap that would sound the alarm to wake me and send out a plasma that would trap the young man against the window in a concrete like caccoon. And Backpack recorded the room all night. I also set up some measly trap that if he
I Ate the Milk and CookiesIt was the day before Thanksgiving. Denise was happy that the four-day school break was finally here. It had been a rough last few weeks trying to get her high school students to comprehend the World History material. She looked forward to dinner with the family the next day, and then lots of holiday shopping!I Ate the Milk and Cookies2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After dinner and a little television, Denise went up to her bedroom, changed into her favorite pink nightie, brushed her shoulder length brown hair, and decided she would check her school e-mail before going to sleep. She turned on her laptop, lay down on the bed on her stomach and clicked on her e-mail, scrolling through all the usual announcements and reminders and ads.
One e-mail caught her attention; she had never seen it before, and didn't recognize the sender...the subject read:
"Magical Holiday Discounts - Only For Teachers!"
"Wow...." Denise exclaimed, "It's nice to see someone giving us something for a change!" And she clicked on the message, curi