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Arc 2: Spinnerette Meanwhile, in another more familiar parallel world…   In the town of Great Tracts, two recognizable figures talked among one another. They sent in a covered courtyard away from prying eyes. One was a thin woman with dark hair, the other appeared to be a giant black ball with streaks of blue between the material. It loomed over the thin woman, casting a thick shadow upon her.   “Susan! The installation is almost complete, correct? If so, can you push me towards the elevator? I’m a bit too rotund at the moment.” Melissa stated. Currently she was about ten feet wide and stretching her suit by a smidge too much. But still, she felt the need to inspect the new facility with her own eyes, so she worked through the discomfort.  “You know you can call upon Lysandra to help push you closer, Ms. Melissa.” Susan, her ever loyal secretary, replied.    “Yes, she is quite an interesting sight.” Melissa did her best to crane her head to find the woman. She was placed at an

Arc 1: Manaworld             “Where even are we Bre?” Olivia reposed the question to her wounded lover. Looking around like she expected something to pop out and devour them.   “I don’t know Liv. We’re likely in the wrong universe.” Bremon answered her chubby blonde beau.   “Bingo baby-cakes.” Gluttony chortled, surprising both of them.   The fourteen foot behemoth bent down, if she was a solid being, her belly would’ve bumped right into the couple. Right now though, it looked like they were resting inside of her transparent gut.    “Where did you come from?!” the demoness questioned the porcine sin.   “I hitched a ride on this blonde bombshell. It was nice spending some time with my siblings, but I need some time away from them. I figured your girl wouldn’t mind.” the sin informed her perceived guides. “Since we have a way home, I don’t think anyone will care if I’m gone for say, a month or two.”   “Oh right! I can do that.” Bremon recalled. “I’ll just open up a portal

Chapter X: “Now let’s get everybody home.” Alamoya announced. “Fuck, why is this still happening to me?” Nadia whined as her previously albeit slowly shrinking blue form had started to fill out again.  “Just go with it sweety. Maybe you’ll enjoy yourself a little.” Olivia replied, winking at the deepening blue hued cat girl. Her already corpulent sweat-drenched body was being conquered by more quaggy flab. Pressing her pudgy hands into her soft breasts, the big blonde bimbo moaned as her sausage-like fingers probed various places as her body slowly grew.  Nadia meekly watched as her azure horizon slowly filled out, gurgling as it endlessly produced juice. The neko flapped her hands as they sunk into her swelling mass. She was unable to perceive the specter of despair who had re-anchored herself to her. “Alright despair, that’s enough torturing this particular neko. That’s my job.” Bremon stated. The sin looked sullen as ever as she left Nadia in search of another anchor.

Chapter VI Within the Home of the Sins… “Wrath, Greed, Lust, Envy, got you wrangled together.” PRIDE placed a hand on a meaty hip. The other four sins looked at their sibling expectantly. The vigorous Wrath, an eight foot tall beauty with enough muscle in her body to break boulders. Greed, a very pregnant looking woman, with a pair of golden horns and a bejeweled nose ring. She possessed a belly so huge you could’ve fitted an entire human in it, alongside boobs and plump rear to heft this meat. Alongside this strangeness was her four limbs that held various children’s toys. She didn’t walk but instead was pulled by a palanquin.  The statuesque Lust was accompanied by her anchor, Eve, who, at this moment, was knocked straight on her back and struggling to push herself up. The nearly nude sin glared at her sibling, her snake-like tongue flicking out in a catty remark. Finally, there was the ever diminutive Envy, PRIDE’S twin. A dog-like woman who’s features mimicked others

Chapter IV Within the Apartment of Megan Hana, World Famous BBW and Foodie Streamer… Gluttony sat around the home with her immense form spreading out somehow larger than it was previously. The porcine sin didn’t care; she was loving being big. It meant she was being felt all around the world. She remembered the time she was slimmer, smaller, during the fourteenth through fifteenth centuries, that was nightmarish!  The gargantuan woman rubbed her hanging paunch in appreciation. She turned to the others. Sloth was rubbing her bottom on her new bed, while PRIDE was tapping her foot in thought. They still hadn’t found their despair since coming to this world. Not helping matters is that they hadn’t moved from this spot for an entire day. They were just too entrapped by their unaware hostess. This woman was wonderful. Getting something prepared for her own plans, she bit into the sandwich she had made with bacon, melted cheese, and cold cuts. The scent drove Gluttony wild, though

A story by TugboatWilliams & Nfl8or   Within the void between worlds, two entities were currently in the midst of a conversation. One looked to be a calmly looking woman in a white dress, the other looked to be a woman in a black veil.  “So how are your daughters, Ignorance?” Wisdom asked politely. “They’re not doing anything rash, correct?”   “No, though my youngest, despair, seems to be somewhere out of my sight.” Ignorance just shrugged. Wisdom raised an eye at that. She peered closely at her opposite.   “Is she in…Hell?”    “No. Old Scratch would’ve been nagging me if she was.” Ignorance put a finger into her ear and swirled it around.  “Is she not in Heaven?”   “Not in the Lower Heavens anyways. Uriel would’ve told me about that. He gets really angry after the last time one of your kids entered Eden.”   “Well how were they supposed to know that place is off-limits?”   “Because humans aren’t in Eden anymore. And the fact you literally gave birth to them after they left the

Chapter I “Love you Kristian.” Jezebel talked into her phone then hung up. She hoped her wife would be wearing those kinky garters when she got back. The punk rocker opened her mouth and yawned in boredom. It was 10:00pm on a Tuesday and right now Jezebel was coming back to her bus from the store. Her band, the Wild Rockets, were performing in the city for the next three weeks. Unfortunately, the group had to park their home/vehicle about six miles out of the city, too many of them preferred the isolation away from the chaos of civilization. The only way Jezebel could get back to her friends, and lover, was by train. Right now she had managed to buy the ticket for one of the last trains heading out of the city. But then she’d have to head from the station, walk into the boonies, then find her bus..  She thumbed the handle of the little cart she carried with counting the minutes until the 10:30pm train would come barreling down the tracks. The young woman looked around the station at

The chilly wind of the lower troposphere traveled from areas of high pressure to those of low pressure, carrying several large abnormal spheroid objects that were steadily ascending.  At a glance, one might have suspected that a gaggle of weather balloons had been let loose.  However, a double take would reveal the truth.  Each of these spheres had at one point been a woman, evidenced by the swollen lips that would grace the eyes of anyone who looked upward.  Some had swollen tails of crimson, and wings of a matching hue.  Others had no such features, or one or the other. All of them were nude, undoubtedly a symptom of their expansions having being somewhat rapid.  Any scraps of clothing that had clad them had long since fallen away with few exceptions.  There were glints of metal jewelry upon some, while others had no hint of any such ornaments.  Nine obtuse cones dotted the billowing bodies, five of which were cratered undoubtedly by their hands, feet, and heads; two were centered