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"I’m sorry, Fujiwara, and the rest of you, but you can't leave," he said, straightening his blazer. Before anyone could protest, he clarified. “I’m not trying to stop you, though, I’m just stating a fact. The school is walled everywhere but the front gate, which is blocked by a microbus and several police cars. Besides, there are several dozen police officers here now, and they’ve taken control of everything. They aren’t going to let you out, not without a good reason. Things must really be going to hell outside… I’m on my way to the computer lab to see what’s up, if you want, you can come join me.” he offered, stepping aside to let us by in the event we didn’t choose to go with him. “I’ll go with Mr. Thomas, the rest of you go grab Mahiro’s sister and Ms. Cao.” I said, but Ume quickly grabbed my hand and insisted on going with me. Masami narrowed her eyes at us, but nodded, passing Mr. Thomas. The others soon followed her down to the ground floor. Mr. Thomas, who proceeded to

REMINDERS // WARNING // WARNING // This story contains elements of the following, read at your own risk: Gore, Extreme Violence, Sexual Interactions, Firearms, Fetish Elements (including weight gain/fat admiration), Filth (not slob, and I know at least one of you was thinking that), Death (lots of it; NOT fetish related!), and overall general discomfort. ALL CHARACTERS USED IN THE ABOVE INTERACTIONS ARE 18+. You have been warned. I do not take any responsibility for anyone who reads the story demo and gets grossed out or triggered. The Day Lost to Time Fallen Leaves Pollute the Land The Blood Stains Our Hands As the ink blots through my page, I stare at the dreary message I’d penned. Despite my mood, I chuckled; I was never much of a poet. As I pull the pen away, the crimson ink slowly soaks deep into my notebook’s depths, like warm blood from a wound to a crisp white shirt… I shake my head, trying to forget the dream polluting my head. Perhaps nightmare would be more

Part Three At first, it was just a small tentacle of sorts grabbing for her ankle. Alfin quickly dodged back, slashing out with both blades and severing the limb. It split into liquid and moved back into the larger mass. Then, as if in reaction to her violence, the entire lake began to writhe, and a massive arm flowed up out of the center. It slapped into the stone in front of her with a resounding clap, jiggling furiously. But that wasn’t all. As the massive body of slime reshaped itself, it formed into a massive humanoid shape. The form was mostly smooth, but it was large and flabby, wobbling all over the place as it moved to attack. Deep in the slime, Alfin could make out her allies’ forms, though they were distorted and wide. She started running towards the arm, before slashing low and sliding past. A hunk of the arm fell free, and Alfin slid under the arm as the other hand slapped down next to her. The slime looked triumphantly where it had thought she was, but

The Following is a Teaser for a story that's set to get it's initial release between 5/27/2023 and 6/4/2023. For the actual story teaser, scroll past the description. Please Read the Warning to make sure you are aware of the content within. A Lot to Swallow is a long form story series (similar in format to KiLO) which takes place in an alternate world of my OC's universe (the one Elise and company are tied to). Taking place in this reality's Obi City, Japan, the story follows a group of mostly overweight 18+ High School Staff and Students as the world around them crumbles in wake of a terrible biological weapon. Ironically, the rule to survival in this new world is not to run for one's life, as many would try, but to be patient, slow, and steady. How long can they hold out? Can they survive, no, thrive in this new, far more deadly world? // WARNING // WARNING // This story contains elements of the following, read at your own risk: Gore, Extreme Violence, Sexual

Hirome’s job had stagnated. Since the night Lord Shirohana Tsubasa had visited the Koyama Hotel, Hirome had yearned for his lifestyle. The food, the drink… the nonchalance of spending a working man’s monthly wage on a single meal. She dreamt of it, every night. It had an effect on her work, to say the least. During the day, she was sluggish and overly tired. It’s not as if she wasn’t getting enough sleep; Hirome had been sleeping more than 9 hours each night. Ironically, because of her dreams, she had just gotten to the point where her long nights of sleeping had become just as exhausting as work; waking up, to see that she was right back where she started, it sapped the energy out of Hirome. Saya, Hirome’s boss at the Koyama Hotel, was concerned. Partly because she was a shrewd business woman, but deep down the woman cared about her employees, and Hirome was no exception. Saya had fired her last bartender, despite worrying about his family, for two reasons: the first was that

Hirome was astounded, and when she got off that night, she headed to her room with a renewed love for this new lifestyle. She laid on her bed, and looked down at herself, admiring her new curves and rolls. Her breasts were never ordinary, having always been large. Now, however, they were heavier than ever, and probably the largest anyone in this town had ever seen. It had already been hard to swing a sword back in her service days with her breasts, but now that they were so much bigger, they would almost certainly prevent her from using a sword at all, lest it was a single handed weapon. These massive mammaries were more than a little bit heavier, too, now puffing out a bit more to the sides due to the increase of fat in them, losing a bit of their overall shape and perkiness. Not to mention that these heavy honkers kept her from fully closing her kimono’s front, even after alterations were made for her increased girth. Her breasts probably would have had her hunched over too, if it

After their show, Tsubasa took Hirome on a late night stroll. It was dark, and only the lanterns lighting the streets showed the way. Tsubasa offered Hirome a sad smile as they returned to the Hotel, and offered his apologies for not being able to buy her dinner this late, as he’d promised. Hirome was insistent that it was fine, that she was plenty full from the takoyaki stall they’d stopped by on the way home. That is, until Tsubasa promised to take her out the following night, to make up for the missed meal. After hearing that, Hirome felt herself smile, and insisted that if they were going out for a meal the next evening, that they should also take in the sights of the Moon Festival as well. And so it came to be that, the next day, Hirome would have dinner and spend the evening out with Tsubasa. Saya was more than pleased with Hirome’s recounting of their first night out, and happy that her employee seemed far more comfortable. She happily gave Hirome the next night off, even

The next day… “You wanna be our WHAT?” Fuuka exclaimed, looking at Hina’s signed request. “Because I am no longer needed as a cook, I wish to move to the position of taste tester. Too often were students poisoned by the former school lunch club.” Hina explained once again. “Well, truth be told, we could still use another coo-” Fuuka began, before Hina cut her off. “Just sign the document. Now.” Hina said, authoritatively. Fuuka’s face looked a bit incredulous, but she shook her head and signed the form. Hina took the paper, and folded it, tucking it into a pocket of her coat. She then took off her coat, and rolled up her sleeves, getting ready to eat. “Let’s begin. I want each of you to make today’s breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert options, and bring them to me. I need to know that you can all cook…” Hina took a look at the menu, and gulped, “um… ‘eggs benedict with yogurt and vegetables, tempura shrimp with white rice and miso soup, cheeseburger with fried potatoes