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His Mom's Bad GasHIS MOM’S BAD GAS
My friend warned the two of us: do not go into his mother’s office. It was a little strange to me that his mother had an office and not his father but the mom was the breadwinner of the household so she got dibs on the office inside their house. In practice both the mother and father did work inside the office but since my friend’s mom worked in business she used the office a lot more. And in general the father went along with that as well. Which brings me to that fateful day, which like all fateful days began with my sister and I visiting Jimmy’s house after school had gotten out. It was a Friday afternoon and we were looking for things to do. After playing video games for a while we got an idea to play a game of hide and seek. With us being in our teens though we thought we could be more complex and find some not-so-easy places to hide. So Jimmy began the count down as my sister and I started hiding. To this day I don’t k
COMMISSION - Under my Sister's AssUNDER MY SISTER’S ASS
“Dear Diary, it was another normal day at school. By normal I do mean boring. Classes still suck and history class won’t shut up about the War of 1812. They keep emphasizing that it was important to the survival of the country and such, but I’m not worried about a war back then, I’m worried about survival into the next day. At least I have Kyle. He always knows what can help me out; I was feeling down earlier after a couple of girls were laughing at me for still having a teddy bear, like they never had one growing up. Word got around that I still have a stuffed animal, I can only guess as to one reason for that. God what I would do if for just one day she didn’t come home at all….” Sarah wrote down her diary as her wish and hope for the last line of that entry were denied by the loud slamming of the door, it was no secret as to who made that noise.
I could feel the ground around me rattle as my sister
I had no real intention of going on a game show, but when I was specifically chosen to go on one that said would “change my life”, I couldn’t help but accept the invitation. It was an online show that wasn’t really as widespread as the ones before it.
A few days after the invitation, I was in a tower in New York waiting to go on. There were four contestants, all of which were men. I honestly didn’t think anything of it at first, but they all looked really nervous and aroused at the same time, if that even sounded possible. I could hear the show starting from behind the curtain.
“Hello, and welcome back to Doctor Flynn’s Transformation Games! I’m your host, Donovan Carson! We’re happy to be back and in a brand-new studio! Let’s introduce this installment’s guests!” The man hosting the show starting calling each person by their name, and they all entered the studio one by one. I was last. “And now, a 21-year ol
Gym ClassStanding in the locker room, Tim huddled in close to his locker as he pulled out his little gym bag. It was a navy color and shinned with the look of new. The only reason Tim had bought the thing was because of this class. Never having done an athletic thing in his life, this was the first time he had ever had to come to grips with not only his body but the harsh taunting of his classmates.
Thin as a twig, but a surprising six feet tall, Tim tried to hide his face behind his long, wavy curls of dark red hair. Although his face was only sparsely speckled with tiny freckles on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose, Tim did have a porcelain white complexion commonly associated with any form of ‘red head’.
Zipping open his flimsy bag, as if it guarded some kind of buried treasure, Tim slowly pulled out his gym shirt and shorts. While he was doing this, however, he hadn’t noticed the class hotshot come up behind him. Ryan was a head shorter than Tim, but easily made
Growing to Fit - Ch. 1Ev shrugged his gym bag off his shoulder, the small thud echoing through his empty apartment. Trudging towards the refrigerator, he flipped on the TV for some background noise while he made dinner. A news anchor in a red pantsuit appeared on the screen as Ev rummaged through leftovers and new groceries.
"-the company has voluntarily issued this recall. The company issued it so quickly, in fact, that most stores hadn't even shelved the product at all. The product, an after wor-"
Ev cut off the woman's story by flipping channels, eventually settling on a rerun of some sitcom. He sat down with a lukewarm chicken breast and some questionable, canned vegetables. About to lose himself in the protagonist's latest struggle, Ev gave a small, frustrated sigh and stood back up. "I almost forgot to take that after workout drink I got today," he mumbled to himself.
Rummaging thought the gym bag, Ev pulled out a small, purple bottle. BULK OUT! the yellow label seemed to shout. He was pretty su
Mindy and Taryn Try Weight Loss PharmaceuticalsThe crackling of tin foil packaging sounded from the dark, followed by loud, smacking chomps with a grand finale burp. The door swung open with a crash, and the light turned on, revealing Mindy Koizumi looking equal parts shocked, startled and relieved. Her cheeks were swollen with munchies, she was still in her pajamas, and maybe a little high. She laid back, with her laptop on her knees, and Oreos on her potbelly, a new addition to the former health nut. All-in-all, despite Mindy’s slacker, college girl appearance, she was quite a looker. Hair dyed auburn, big brown eyes, a formerly flawless body, and one that still didn’t put her out of the running in most places. In the doorway was her excitable, stoner roommate, Taryn McNair. Taryn was also lovely, but more in a grunge-rock way. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a nose-piercing. All natural good-looks with no make-up. Taryn gleefully surveyed Mindy’s shock.
She stood there for a se
An Ordinary High School Girl's Workout Plan-p2An Ordinary, High School Girl’s Workout Plan (Part 2)
A Danganronpa fanfic.
Original Concept: DepravedDefense
(Story contains natural female muscle growth, breast expansion, and height increase.)
SPOILERS AHEAD! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THE GAMES!
I take a deep breath in. My fingers fiddle around with the buttons on the button-up shirt. My significantly larger breasts get smashed together and flattened against the shirt. I get the buttons finally to fasten and breathe out. The tension on the shirt buttons increases as the pecs in my chest relax and breasts push back out. This causes many little diamonds to form in between where the buttons are. Stretch marks are seen all across the front of the shirt. The fabric is bunched up inside my armpits. Along my arms, the white cotton feels more like a second skin. You can clearly make out my lemon sized biceps and triceps through the sleeves. The cuffs stop almost 10 cm awa
Retarded piece of shit on the streets, kinky sex god in the sheets.
"It's now very common to hear people say 'I'm rather offended by that', as if it gives them certain rights. It's no more than a whine. It has no meaning, it has no purpose, it has no reason to be respected as a phrase. 'I'm offended by that'. Well, so fucking what?" -Stephen Fry
Gmodder turned disgusting fetish artist. New drawings/stories whenever I feel like it.
(P.S. No blatant or irrational racism/sexism/homophobia anywhere near or on my page/work or else you go bye-bye. .u.)
Should you want to make a request or do an art trade, I will do any of the following:
*Anal of any kind (I WANNA EAT THE BOOTY LIKE GROCERIES)
*Spankaroo (Yes, I just mean spanking)
*Expansion of any kind
*Weight Gain of any kind (Gimme da belly baby)
*Weight Loss of any kind (or lose it; that works too sometimes)
*Chubbies/BBWs (Mo' cushion fo' the pushin')
*LGBT of any kind
*Food Play (POUNDS AND POUNDS OF SPAGHETTI)
I will be optimistically unsure of:
*Rule 34, depending on the character (Please ask first)
And will most definitely not do:
*Scat/Piss (for the time being, atleast; I don't consider myself into either of these two enough to draw artwork of them)
*Blood/Gore of any kind (What sane man is even into this?)
*Bondage (Yep, you heard it first; I don't really find bondage very flattering)
*Any type of art demeaning or offensive to any race, sexuality, gender, sexual identity, religion or political group (if you want some gud Christian/Republican roasting, however, check out Thoughtless Pondering, my political/social art blog on Tumblr)
For those of you wondering why I have that particular Stephen Fry quote on my page but am also asking for non-offensive behavior:
Let me be the first to say that, while I don't think that cyberbullying is an issue big enough to constitute any sort of political movement, I don't believe this should be recognized as a free pass to just fuck around and be an asshole to everybody. Freedom of speech grants you the right to speak and express your opinion in a polite and rational manner, not just to be a dick to everyone around you, even if it is just the fun ol' internet. The key to uniting our people lies not only within bringing change and revolution, but doing such in peace.
So don't be a dick and don't get so easily offended. That's all.~
Non-fetish artwork here:
Check out my pretentious hipster art rock music in the link below this. :3
Current Residence: Get Fucked Blvd.
Favourite genre of music: Indie Rock, Avant-Garde, Jazz, Electronica, Ambience, New Wave
Favourite photographer: Robert Maplethorp
Favourite style of art: Anime / whatever the hell Adult Swim cartoonists can be considered
Operating System: Windows 8, Macbook Pro (R.I.P. Vista)
MP3 player of choice: iTunes / Spotify / Soundcloud / Bandcamp
Shell of choice: What would you do for a Klondike bar, now that it has a thicker, more chocolatey shell?
Wallpaper of choice: I'm sorry, what?
Skin of choice: Caucasian / African-American
Favourite cartoon character: Rolf from Ed, Edd n' Eddy
Personal Quote: "It looks like a foo'."