Kakashi "the God of Thunder" Hatake had decided to move into one of the other much larger apartments in the new sumo-district so that it was easier for him to live a more comfortable and obese lifestyle, and so that he could mooch off of Iruka's food more often. Sure, it was a dick-move on his part to steal food from his friends, but Kakashi couldn't help it. There was a special sort of pleasure that came out of raiding Iruka's refrigerator as Kakashi leaned down and shook his fat butt in the air while he searched for delicious food and crammed it into his mouth. Little Naruto didn't mind it much (because Kakashi was his favorite 'uncle/older cousin') but Iruka was a little more irritated about it. But because Kakashi was his closest friend, he worked around it and accepted him as his new neighbor across the hall. Besides it didn't matter to him if Kakashi took some food, unless he and Naruto didn't
"It just had to rain today, didn't it?" Rin Kagamine sighed as she plopped down on the couch, staring through the window with a bored look on her face. She looked over at her brother, who was just as bored as he shuffled through the songs on his MP3 player. "Do you have any ideas, Len?" When Len didn't answer, Rin reached over and poked him in the ribs, trying to get his attention.
"Gah!!" Len flinched from her finger as his hand instinctively covered the spot. "What is it, Rin?" he asked as he pulled one of his earbuds out, eyeing his twin with a tinge of wariness.
"I asked if you knew what we would do while it's raining," Rin replied, her eyebrow raised slightly
I am a jobber. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, I am paid to turn up to big-name wrestling matches, be thrown around the ring for a few minutes by whoever is the star-of-the-moment, and then lose in a humiliating fashion so that the ‘main’ wrestler can look like a badass.
If humiliation bothered me, it would be a problem, but quite honestly I am very well rewarded for my few minutes of effort each week, nobody knows who I am, nor will they remember once I leave the ring, so who cares? It’s a slightly odd way to make a living, but as I said, I’m paid extremely well to do it, probably because there aren’t that many people willing to take a beating in front of millions of people and be made to look like a weak, hopeless loser. Personally, I’m perfectly happy to leave with a few bruises, get into my Audi R8, and head to a swanky restaurant for an expensive dinner, before going back to my luxur
The five slaves shuffled into the room. It was absolutely massive, but that was no surprise. Every room in the Crush Palace was gigantic in order to accommodate the vast size of the crushers who lived there. For the slaves, it felt like they were mere toys, and that was pretty much how the gargantuan crushers saw them, too.
They had been rounded up by Steamroller Steph, who was a little bit drunk. In fact, all of the crushers had been celebrating that evening at a pool party, and they were all quite tipsy and still in their bikinis. Steph, clumsy even when sober, had accidentally crushed a slave in the process of gathering them together from their recreation room; these slaves thought they were off-duty for the evening, but the gargantuan crushers had other ideas. Their resting time had been going so well, listening to some music and chilling out as best they could in the Crush Palace, when sudden
"Okay," I boomed at Amy, "this really is your last chance to back out. If you don't, I'm going to spend the next hour or so crushing you without mercy. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
The tiny woman was standing about twenty feet away from me, almost giddy with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Y..... yes please!"
"Okay then, here we go! Round one! Ding ding!"
The bus had dropped us outside a sports center, which was closed during weekdays, but open in the evenings and at weekends. It contained three rings that people used to practice boxing and wrestling, and the rear doors to the place opened inwards and were secured with a padlock on the inside. As I'd predicted, leaning nearly half a ton of woman against the doors very quickly buckles the padlock and tears the fastening out of the wooden door without it even feeling as if it had put up a fight. The more I experimented with Jess's weight, the more and more pow