Deep PocketsDeep PocketsMore Like This
“Hey, honey, look at these!”
Gary turned away from the display of vintage postcards he’d been admiring and sought out his wife. A flash of red hair led him in the right direction, and he found her two stalls over. She was holding up what looked like a shallow cloth bag, perhaps three inches across and no more than that deep.
“It’s a bag, Leona. So?”
Leona put her hand into it, and pulled out her purse. It was the sort of purse that you could store phone-books in, and Gary was convinced that it was lead-lined due to the weight. The neck of the bag stretched a little as the purse emerged from it, then snapped back to its original size.
“They’re selling bags of holding? Real ones? How much?”
The cheerful woman behind the table named a price that made Gary hesitate, it was their entire flea-market budget for the whole day. Leona saw that look, and got an impish one of her own.
Sasha 1: Accidental StuffingSasha was a cute teenage girl who was pretty athletic during school as she did dance and other extra curricular activities. She stood around 5 foot 4 and had golden blond hair with bright blue eyes behind it. However once the busy commotion of school had ended for her junior year for summer she she started slacking off a bit. She spent most of her days lying on the couch watching TV or browsing the internet on her computer. Besides meeting up with friends she rarely ever did anything too extraneousMore Like This
Sasha always had a flat stomach due to her dance routine, but because of her new “activities” she started to develop a little pudge in the front. It wasn't a lot, but a layer of fat had slowly and surely started to grow over her once flat stomach. She never thought that her trim body could ever get fatter due to how slim she was when school ended. Oblivious to her belly getting chubbier she just continued her usual TV marathon routines and junk food intake.
“Honey, would yo
Stretch Doll Part 1 STRETCH AND MOULDMore Like This
Carla loved seeing the dolls displayed, but was UBER bored with how the tour was going. She wished she could just part off and take a gander at the new models they were making.
"And as you can see, we're in the process of experimenting with a super substance to better show such finer detail in our plastic creations," the guide explained, as above them, a mixer was turning and making the substance fresh, "sadly, we have yet to see if there are any at all effects that leave imprints on our mannequins. But hopefully, you'll be there to see it. now if we move on to see our impressive rubber models..."
Carla just stood there, looking up.
"Wow...to think, that stuff up there makes all those lovely plastic beauties...*sigh* I wish I could see the stuff at work..." she said to herself, looking up, not noticing the tour group moved on. However, across her, a burst of liquid plastic landed in front of a worker passing by, when he slipped and flung the crate to the mixer
When Magic Takes Over(Multiple TFs (objects, food, balloon, etc), melting, merging)More Like This
Thanks to bvw1979's commissioning it, Gena, Lexi, and Caroline are together again for a whole week of experimentation in a sequel to:
Where Science and Magic Meet
Gena Fellowes, a young scientist, was in the middle of titrating a liquid when her cell phone rang. Distractedly, she fished it out of her lab coat. The caller ID informed her that it was her new friend Caroline, and she smiled. Conversations with Caroline were always very spirited and bizarre. “Caroline? What's up?”
“Hey, Gena. Can you take a week off?”
“A whole week?”
“He's got the potion samples, huh?”
“Yup. Lexi's away on Saturday and Sunday, and I work
Miss Twist: PrologueEast Berlin, December 14th, 1965. 8:30 PMMore Like This
It was snowing on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall.
The woman in black burrowed deeper into her coat and rubbed her hands together beneath her fur hand muff. It couldn't be warmer then fifteen degrees Fahrenheit, and the harsh, blustery wind made her face numb and stiff. No wonder the lovely lads in the press department called this the Cold War.
She turned down a narrow, dingy alley, her boot-heels clicking briskly on the cobbles. Something vaguely human was huddled beneath a pile of white-dusted rubbish. She made the effort not to look too closely at it. She couldn't afford pity. She was on the clock.
The alley opened onto a street. Across the way was a local bar. Its small-paned windows were too frosty and fogged up to see inside, but two drunks slumped by the front door, singing boisterously in German. Best to move now, before they saw her and wondered why the pretty lady was skulking in the shadows. The woman in black twitched her s