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Commission for: jgek CW: Body Expansion//Cruelty It had been a couple months since Sandy’s fall from grace. The name ‘Big Sandra’ was now a name of the past—a fad that the world had left behind ever since her best friend, Emma, had usurped her. Humiliated and sickly thin, Sandy had fruitlessly tried to jumpstart her career again. Unfortunately, because the former star had ended her last one with such a raging controversy, it was like trying to run underwater. Having moved out from the apartment she had shared with her friend-turned-rival, Sandy had spent the last two months frothing over her loss and making plans on how to take her revenge on Emma. Unfortunately, though, revenge is hard to do with no friends, no power, and no connections. She could hardly even scrape a small handful of views from the website anymore. “Ugh! That bitch is still riding off that success she stole from me!” Sandy stared at her screen, gritting her teeth at the sight of Emma’s videos dominating the top

Commissioned by: dietyslayer Hibiki Sakura stuck her phone in her pocket as she grabbed her backpack and keys. She looked in her room’s full-body mirror, admiring her cute Hello-Kitty t-shirt and blue jeans. Though, she didn’t quite like who was wearing it. For years, Hibiki had been bullied because of her weight; more particularly, her size. The poor girl had quite a wide figure when compared to the other girls her age. For years now, Hibiki had desperately tried everything she could to lose weight. She dieted, exercised, and tried every method under the sun to burn off fat, but it seemed to cling to her like glue. “That all changes today…” she whispered to herself. The girl walked out into the kitchen and flashed a smile at her mother. “Bye, Mom! See you later!” “Oh, honey, have some breakfast first.” “I’m getting something at school,” she lied. “Hmm… Okay…” “See you later!” “Stay safe, honey! And have a good da-” Hibiki closed the door and dashed down a flight of stairs. The

Commissioned by: Anonymous It was just another day in the modeling agency, though this one provided an exciting opportunity for Anna Ross. Tiffany and Anna had been booked together in order to do a requested clothing brand collaboration. Sure, Anna would be wearing the teenage collection, but publicity is publicity. She had to take what she could get. Tiffany was high profile, so just standing in the same room as her would make Anna’s name a little bigger. “Miss Ross, can you try… standing a bit to her left?” “Even more?” “Yeah…” The cameraman looked a bit uncertain but just nodded. “The size difference here is kinda hard to work with, but… Maybe I can just tilt the camera at another angle…” “Is this going to take forever?” Tiffany asked, struggling to maintain her smile. “My face is starting to get tired over here!” “I’m sorry, let me just… Miss Ross, can you step back?” “Like this?” the young lady asked, taking a large step back. “Hm… Actually, take a couple steps

Commission for: jgek CW: Body Expansion//Cruelty “C’mon, load it already!” “I can’t make the internet go faster…” “Well, you’ve been at this for days now, and we’re not any closer to seeing the damn website!” “I-It’s just a rumor for a reason! It’s really underground, and nobody has an exact URL for it, so I’ve been punching in every-” “Blah, blah, blah. That’s all I hear coming out of your mouth right now,” sighed a girl, clicking her nail extensions on the back of her phone case as she looked over all her social media pages. “Maybe you should just replace the cheap-ass laptop, and you’d have some more luck.” “…Yeah, I guess so…” Two girls sat together in a small apartment building. One sat hunched in front of a computer, slaving away, while the other reclined in a chair and impatiently barked orders. One of them was Sandy: a brash, iron-fisted young woman who will fight tooth and nail, kicking and screaming to get her way. Despite her habit of putting everyone around her down

February 19th, 2009 (Evening) In the dim light of Iwatodai Dormitory, Mitsuru Kirijo poured herself another cup of tea. The girl looked out at the stretching shadows along the street as the sun set, waiting for her other dormmate to return. The first year—Yukari Takeba—was already snugly huddled up in her room, likely studying or talking to friends. Mitsuru didn’t blame her; after all, Iwatodai was experiencing a fairly harsh cold snap. It discouraged even Mitsuru from wanting to brave the weather to get to Tartarus. Even now, she could see frost accumulating on streetlights and signposts. Mitsuru’s attention was ripped away from the scene outside when the front door opened. Her combat partner for the last three years—Akihiko Sanada—walked in. Well, he more ran in, holding his hands on his knees and heaving his chest. “I… got your message,” the young man panted, clearing his throat. “We’re really not going to Tartarus tonight?” “That’s right,” Mitsuru nodded, sitting down and

Long after everyone else had gone to sleep, one person within Iwatodai Dormitory remained awake. As soon as the clocks struck midnight and the world turned its sickly shade of green, Mitsuru Kirijo’s eyes shot open. She didn’t even have to look out at the giant, seemingly omnipresent moon. “Again…” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. The young woman got out of bed and walked over to her bookshelf, pulling out a volume and tossing it down on her desk. If there was anything that could always fill the time until morning, it was studying. She sat down, grabbed a pencil and notebook, and licked her thumb to flip through the book of advanced coursework. Most of them were problems and concepts that she had done over and over again. Dying for something to do, Mitsuru pulled out her laptop and opened it. She felt privileged to have so much specially-made technology that worked during the Dark Hour. She doubted that even her father kept so much of it around. A few new emails in Mitsuru’s inbox

Commissioned by: Anonymous CW: Body Expansion Debbie opened her eyes to a harsh, golden glow of the morning sun beaming directly through her curtains and into her newly-awakened retinas. She stretched and yawned, rolling herself out of bed and giving her alarm clock a blank stare. "9:30… Ugh…" she moaned, dragging herself to the bathroom to start her typical morning routine. Debbie worked at a modeling agency, which took models of all big bodies to market them. Big bodies were all the rage in the public eye, and audiences ate it up. The bigger, the better after all. Debbie was basically the face of the whole industry, which gave her plenty of privilege. Such as being able to come in just a bit late. After a nice hot shower, Debbie threw on a signature pair of jeans and sassy t-shirt, ready to rule the day. Just before she could get out the door though, her phone buzzed in her pocket, playing the ringtone of a familiar caller. She fished it out and cleared her throat before

Commission for: Anonymous CW: Body Expansion For the first time in a while, Debbie’s morning was not like all the others. In fact, it was quite different. Sure, she swaggered into the modeling agency, proudly carrying her large bottom for the world to see, but now curiously with a changed-up breakfast. Gone were the typical bagel and ice tea; instead she was carrying some modest slices of buttered toast and an uncapped bottle of Sierra Mist. Even she felt a little odd walking in with a different breakfast for once, but then again, Debbie was a sucker for both butter and soda. She really couldn’t complain. “Wow, I almost don’t believe my eyes!” laughed a sarcastic voice. Immediately, Debbie’s best friend, Tiffany revealed herself, smirk and all. “Surely that couldn’t be the Debbie Applejack with a breakfast that isn’t bagels and ice tea?” “Yeah, yeah, go ahead and get your jokes out of the way,” Debbie smiled, taking a long, deep sip from her drink. “It’s not as big a deal as you’re

Commission for: Anonymous CW: Body Expansion It was just another beautiful morning when Debbie strolled into the studio. Models milled around, bossing their managers around and asking their assistants for something to drink. Not Debbie though; she didn’t like the idea of bossing someone around all day. What she did like was a good extra large bagel and iced tea though, which is what she was busy drinking when she made it through those doors. Predictably, her manager was waiting for her just steps into the building, ready to fill Debbie in on the schedule he had lined up for her. “Debbie! There’s my cover girl!” “Morning, Greg,” she chuckled. “What’s lined up for today? Magazines? Some kind of PSA? More advertisements?” “Actually… it’s something a little different,” he said, holding out the day’s schedule to Debbie, which she didn’t take out of a lack of available hands while holding her breakfast. “We’re supposed to have a new model come in today, and they wanted to pair her with

Commission for: Anonymous CW: Body Expansion//Body Inflation//Body Horror “Good morning~” Debbie chirped, strolling into work with her trademark ice tea and bagel. Her name was Debbie Applejack, and she was one of, if not the most famous model in her half of the world. The mass consumers loved one thing above all others: big bodies. And Debbie had plenty of ass to be considered big, bad, and beautiful. Plenty of models walked around the agency with their own special areas of beauty, but everyone gave respect to Debbie’s body and experience alike. “Hey Deb,” Tiffany, Debbie’s best friend, waved, meeting her with a hot coffee. “Ready for another day of riveting posing for teenage boys to buy and lust over?” “I know for a fact that teenage girls also lust over our bodies.” “Oh really? How do you know?” “Well, I’ve met the adult women who do,” she winked. “You dog,” Tiffany giggled, giving her friend a gentle shove. “Oh, did you hear the news about those body patches?” “Body