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THIS FIC CONTAINS GIRL STUFFING, WEIGHT GAIN, DESCRIPTIONS OF FAT, STUFFING, AND WEIGHT GAIN, AND MINOR LEWD INTIMACY. IF THIS IS NOT TO YOUR TASTES, DO NOT READ!!! Two days remained, and it was time to go shopping. Jenaia had needed a wardrobe change for quite a while and had put it off as long as she could, but it simply couldn't be ignored anymore. Not only was she leaving for college in two days, but only one of her pairs of sweatpants fit, and it fit tightly. She had to wash it every other day to make sure she stayed clean, and it was the only thing she had worn for the last week. Of course, she wasn't exactly upset about it. In the last four weeks, she'd realized her love for Garrett, and the two had officially started dating. They gained a mutual respect and appreciation for each other that they hadn't had before, and Jenaia had also gained something else: a generous figure. The stuffings had been extraordinary. Her gluttonous habits were only bolstered by the security she now

WARNING: This is a fart fetish story You kneel down onto the asphalt in front of Jesus. He’s sitting on the bench, looking a bit perplexed – pursing his lips and fidgeting with his hands. He quickly braces himself and says in a hushed yet gentle voice: “Are you sure it’s not too extreme for you?”. You give him a sly look: “I have experience. Like I told you, I love ‘scent plays’”. From the puzzlement in Jesus’ eyes, you understand that he doesn’t exactly understand the full definition of the expression ‘scent play’. However, he rightfully assumes you know what you are doing. The Son of God nods shortly and mutters: “Alright then... I’ll do it, for you”. Of course, he will. Only a saint with that much love for humans can agree so easily to satisfy someone’s cravings for something so practically harmless, yet so shameful. Such a sweetheart. And he’s pretty attractive to you too, with his mature yet lovable face, big naïve eyes, long wavy hair and that cute beard and mustache. Even

story by me! this is a total WIP and will be updated when I write more! characters belong to me, @OrigamiPelican and @phone-Addixt please do not correct my grammar =] Tesla:     Tesla hadn’t thought this through.     Well, to be fair, he didn’t usually think things through, but oh boy, did this take the cake. His first mistake had been not asking follow-up questions when Ferrari had said ‘help me’. After all, she was his best (non mutual) friend. He’d do anything for her, she was so cool!     His second mistake had been not looking where he was going while accompanying her with the kill code. But that wasn’t HIS fault, was it? It was dark, and his light sensors hadn’t been adjusted, so it wasn’t HIS mistake technically, it was the trip wire’s. Yeah. He wasn’t at fault. He was too cool to be at fault. Of course, Ferrari didn’t agree…      And now he’s being chased by the SCARIEST yet most awesome looking palbots he’d ever seen. All sleek, and shiny, and trying to kill him… okay that

The uncontested divorce definition refers to a situation where both spouses agree on all aspects of their divorce, including the division of assets, child custody, and any potential spousal support. This type of divorce is often the quickest and least expensive option because it eliminates the need for prolonged legal battles in court. An uncontested divorce is ideal for couples who can maintain open communication and reach mutual agreements. In an uncontested divorce, both parties submit a signed agreement to the court, which the judge reviews before granting the divorce. Because no disputes are involved, the process is significantly faster than a contested divorce, making it a favorable option for many couples. The Uncontested Divorce in California The uncontested divorce in California follows similar principles but with state-specific laws. In California, couples can file for an uncontested divorce if they agree on all issues related to their marriage dissolution. This includes how

May 23rd, 2011, Sycamore Cove State Beach in Malibu, California. Taking a break between takes, Till briskly jogs over and casually tosses his Rescue Can down, then plops down nearby, comfortably settling his behind into the sand. Relaxing back onto his palms, he takes in a deep breath, relishing the fresh, invigorating air of the ocean, the sun softly warming his skin beneath the synthetic spray on tan that paints his legs and exposed upper body. Smiling happily, he gazes around fondly at his surroundings, watching the crew go about their necessary tasks. Spotting a familiar figure down the beach, he observes in longing concern, the body language towards the partner at her side stirs a deep seed of suspicion within the protective performer. Watching worriedly, his gaze is intense as he longs to restore the joy that has been mysteriously absent in the eyes of his friend for the last few weeks. Focus breaking upon the approach of his leading instrumentalist, there is only a brief pause before Till solemnly shares, "Scholle? ... I do not like dis guy Maria is wiss ... Somezzing does not seem right. She is not happy." Stopping at his friend's side, Richard turns and takes a look down the beach, watching a little while before agreeing, "You're not wrong ... Something is definitely off." Pausing briefly, the knowledgeable Guitarist looks to his concerned companion and kindly cautions, "You be careful though ... You may be with Sophia, but you STILL have that look in your eyes everytime you glance at Maria ... I know you want to protect her, from whatever might be going on— We all do. But your heart wants her to be with YOU, even if your mind doesn't ... And that could be dangerous with a boyfriend around." Scoffing and smirking a bit in mild amusement, Till firmly insists, "Dangerous? ... I could handle him", tone darkening slightly as he adds, "I WILL handle him if he dares hurt her ..." Seeing the almost possessive sense of protection in the eyes, Richard honestly observes, "See, THAT is EXACTLY what I'm talking about. You deny your desire verbally, but the truth is, MARIA is the one you wish you were with ... Not Sophia ..." Remaining silent for a moment, the light, joyful laughter from the surrounding crew echoing quietly in his ears as he continues to stare, Till eventually confesses, a hint of somber heartache in his voice, "Scholle, you KNOW why I CAN'T ..." Simply nodding to himself, Richard pauses, recalling the previous conversation they had on this very subject just weeks ago, then— confident, understanding— he insists, "Maybe you THINK you can't ... But, I have known you for a very long time, Till ... You are NOT going to HURT her." Raising his gaze to Richard, the frontman firmly argues, "If we break up, she WILL get hurt", only for his friend to quickly counter, "If you BREAK UP, it will be because it just wasn't POSSIBLE for things to work in the long run ... NOT because YOU did something WRONG." Seeing the doubt in his friend's eyes, Richard takes a couple steps closer, then quietly gets down and joins the stubborn singer upon the sand, kindly continuing, "That kind of separation comes with mutual understanding. And the pain from something like that will always mend with time, long as it is done right ..." Reaching out and resting a gentle hand of reassurance upon Till's shoulder and looking him in the eyes, the knowledgeable instrumentalist finishes in caring confidence, "Things will be fine ... You just need to find your confidence to take that step forward ... And stop running from your REAL feelings ..." Gaze lowered to the sand, Till thinks to himself for a while before gently responding, "I love Sophia ..." Richard lingers only briefly, then honestly replies, "I know you do ... But you love Maria MORE." Raising his attention and locking gazes with his Guitarist, Till confidently reacts, "Don't you zink dat's why I'm trying to protect her?" Giving a bit of a sigh, Richard softly shares, "You don't NEED to protect her ... Not from yourself at least ..." Turning his attention back down the beach, he watches yet another seemingly tense interaction between Maria and her current boyfriend. Remaining in silence for a short time, Till's heart grows heavy as he absorbs Richard's words, the laughter of the crew and gentle crashing of the waves taking on an almost surreal feel in contrast to the turmoil residing within him. Suddenly, they both hear Jonas Åkerlund call for Richard, who turns to Till and gives him one last reassuring glance before rising to his feet and briskly heading off to see what it is their Director needs, leaving the band's leading man alone to his thoughts upon the sand.

Written by UseraXX “I’d seen the strength that’s be wasted breaking rocks,” Venus said in her cell while Ashley looked inside, seeing somewhat a lot of dark drawings of people dying and other bloody descriptions of other things inside, but putting her eyes back on Venus, she heard her also say, “I think we could use a girl with muscle.” “I’m flattered,” Ashley said, starting to blush, “I kinda wanted to be part of a gang…. Not for the wrong reasons, but I….” she said looking across at Mabel. Mabel, out of earshot of Ashley, took out a candy bar, and gave it to Wendy through the window saying, “I got this from my last visit, heard it was your favorite.” Wendy took it and said, “Thanks Mabel, you’re an angel.” Back to Ashley, she said, “.... I just don’t think I should get mixed up in that sort of thing.” “I understand,” Venus responded somewhat calmly, til her tone changed to be much more vindictive saying, “But when you need protection, don’t come crying to me, I don’t care if you’re on your hand or knees.” Ashley rolled her eyes, not to be condescending, rather not taking what she said seriously, responding with, “I think I’ll be just fine,” but as she looked back at Mabel, who grabbed the bucket and came up to her, she started to imagine the worse, but chose to ignore it, “I think we’ll be fine.” Mabel said to Ashley, “I’m ready to go to the yard, how about you?” Ashley nodded, not showing signs of worry or fear, and said, “I think I am.” As the two were off, Venus screamed to Ashley, “That’s what they all say at first, but sooner or later, everyone in here has to face the music.” SOME TIME AGO In her cell, a younger Ashley, hummed to herself a song she couldn’t remember right, as she was trying to make herself feel calm, but she was cold and scared, wondering if she could find any light in the darkness. Her cell door opened up, and she saw a girl who was pushed in, taking out a cigarette, as she told Ashley, “Name’s Penelope,” with her no nonsense tone and attitude, “Your name?” “Ashley, friends call me… Ashley too,” she said with an awkward smile. “Are we friends?” Penelope asked. “We could be.” “You stupid naive child.” Ashley began to frown and was afraid to cry as she just stared at the ceiling and thought to herself, “If this is jail, I don’t ever want to be in prison, then again at least I’m not with them.” *** “Okay, the game is tied, will Ashley and Mabel actually win against the newly eloped lovebirds the whole prison knows about and agreed not to tell the guards,” Trixie said, “Or will they lose like ever game before, and presumably again.” Maddie stopped dribbling and said to her, “You could give her a chance.” “Okay we will,” Wendy said, “Foul shot, you held the ball for too long without dribbling.” “What?” Jessie said annoyed, “That’s not how it works.” “It’s fine Jess,” Maddie said passing the ball to Mabel as she gulped but not wanting to make a fool of herself infront of Ashley, she went to the foul line, and made her first shot and missed but looking at the hope in Ashley’s eyes, she felt confident this time and threw the ball. Then someone grabbed it and said, “Off the court, it’s our turn now,” spoke the leader of the red headband gang, which the group avoided so much, they didn’t really know who they were or who any of them were at all. Mabel sighed and Ashley said, “Don’t worry, we’ll show them some day.” “The gang or the lovebirds?” she asked as they saw Jessie and Maddie making out at the indoor table. Trixie said, “I’m starting to get sick of them.” Ashley just looked at Mabel, her heart pounding, her fists sweaty, but she knew what she wanted to say, even if the risk wasn’t worth it, and she said, “When you love someone, you never want to see them go.” *** “I can’t believe you’re leaving Penny, I’ll never see you again,” Ashley said as she and her jailmate stopped kissing. “Listen, you might not stay on the straight and narrow, but I’m going to try, and I don’t think…” “Just because what I told you about my family….” “.... Well you shouldn’t either!” Penelope screamed. “They love me!” “No they don’t. They use you, they hurt you, honestly you’re better off being here.” Ashley said, “I mean, the clothes are nice, and despite laundry duty, I don’t get to work, or need money anymore, or…. No that’s crazy talk, I have a life outside of here.” The cell door opened, and as Penelope left she said, “Do you?” Ashley thought about it, and the home she had wasn’t at all the home she made with Penelope. She wished this was her home. She wanted to be with someone who would always love her, and wouldn’t leave her one day. *** “Maddie,” Ashley asked her in the kitchen, “How did you tell Jessie you loved her?” Maddie was stirring the mystery meat that even in the kitchen didn’t really get a straight answer what they were making, let alone eating, was told to them. Maddie said to her, “We just felt alone here, and then we… you know.” Ashley looked at her wristband, and knew this is where she wanted to be, a free person despite being a prisoner to find happiness in a place no one else thought of, but she knew this is the place, and these were the people she make friends for life with, and Mabel was the one she wanted to be with. Maddie, “You gonna tell her?” Ashley felt confident and looked at her friend and said with a straight face, with moxy in her eyes, and her heart doing the talking, “I don’t know if I couldn’t any longer.” *** Ashley walked with Maddie back to the cell block, with a huge smile on her face, and felt her heart was ready to the do the talking, and then she saw it break when her mouth opened to gasp in the horror when Mabel was lying unconscious on the floor with a black eye “Mabel! Mabel!!! MABEL!!!” she started shaking her love, as she saw the guards take her to the med bay, while she demanded to see her, and even started grabbing the guards demanding, “Let me see her.” “We understand….” one of the guards tried to reason. “Don’t do that! She’s my best friend, don’t keep me away from her,” as she tried pushing the guards away, til others came and threw her back in her cell. Emma came to lock the door, with her saying, “I understand how you feel, and if you don’t think I do, I DO.” Ashley started tearing up, with her saying, “I don’t want her to be alone.” Emma said to her, “She’ll be fine, trust me, and she won’t be alone for long.” *** “Were you going to run off with our money,” Ashley’s mother slapped her, “You’re lucky the others aren’t here to see this!” “I can’t take it any longer. Those months in jail were better hospitality than you ever gave me,” Ashley said wanting to be the stronger one, wanting to be the one who wouldn’t be pushed around any longer, “I don’t want to be with people who see me as just a partner in crime, not their family!” “Then good luck on your own,” her mother said, “Without me, you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison probably. No, not probably!” Ashley started tearing up and said, “I’ll love every second of it without you in my life.” Ashley walked to the door and for a second she thought of staying, and maybe, just maybe, this could be a mistake, but then she heard her mother say, “You’ll be alone!” With the final straw she opened the door, and never looked back. *** Ashley cried to herself in her cell, alone, afraid, she never felt alone like this, and seeing the door open, and Mabel walk inside, with her arm in sling, and a band-aid on her right cheek, and somehow a smile on her face. The cell door closed, and Mabel went to Ashley, with both unable to think of anyone else, but each other, and they both knew, this was the time. Mabel went up to Ashley and started to have tears in her eyes, and so did Ashley. Ashley said, “Sorry I didn’t protect you, maybe I should had, if I….” Mabel put her finger infront of Ashley’s lips and said, “To be honest, when I woke up, and I’m only being vague about this since I know you could kiss their ass, but they told me they made a mistake, and even gave me alot of money in my commissary as an apology. It’s good.” “IT’S NOT GOOD!” Ashley exclaimed, “Look at you, I… let this happened.” Ashley went to sit on the bottom bonk, wanting to hide how sad she was from her cellmate, but Mabel brought her back up and held her, saying, “I would had felt hopeless, defeated not long ago, like I had nothing to live for, but if it weren’t for you, I’d never feel the way…” she spoke with her heart, “I feel about you.” She pecked Ashley’s lips, as she closed her eyes, and immediately took it off, afraid, the slight chance it wasn’t a mutual feeling, but as Ashley’s tears of sorrow became of joy, she held her love, and the two looked into each other’s eyes, and they gave each other a long good kiss. *** Ashley held up a bank, but seeing a reflection of herself in a ski-mask and holding up a gun, she took it off, horrified of what she let herself become, saying to herself, “What am I doing?” She put the gun down as she saw the police come in and slam her to the ground, cuff her, and bring her to the back of the squad car, as she felt this strange feeling, maybe this sense that this is what she wanted. After so long in jail, finding the only people who gave her the time and place for love and respect, maybe prison is where she wanted to be. She didn’t have to be a criminal, ashamed of the life she lived. For now on, she live the life she wanted, and smiled to herself, imaging herself in her cell, with a good book to read, but not knowing how happy she really be. *** Mabel and Ashley finished drawing on their bed “A + M” with Mabel adding hearts around it, as the two went back to bed, as Mabel and Ashley looked into each other’s eyes once more. “I think you were right,” Mabel said, “I think this is where I want to be.” Ashley grabbed her now girlfriend’s face and said, “Alone, never again.”

For couples seeking a peaceful and efficient way to end their marriage, understanding the uncontested divorce definition is the first step. This type of divorce occurs when both spouses agree on all the major terms of separation, including property division, child custody, support, and spousal maintenance. There are no disputes requiring a court’s decision, which means the divorce can proceed without litigation. Benefits of Choosing an Uncontested Divorce in California The legal landscape can be complex, but filing an uncontested divorce in California simplifies the experience. California law allows couples to dissolve their marriage without a trial if they mutually agree on all terms and properly file the required paperwork. This approach reduces stress and often speeds up the timeline, especially in comparison to contested cases that involve multiple hearings. Additionally, California’s residency requirement—six months in the state and three in the county—must be met. Once this is