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Chelsea IVChapter IV: Strolling in the ParkThe beginning of spring is always a tense roller-coaster of weather. The first weeks of March and on into April could be the last breath of winter, icy with rain that you hope isn't truly sleet. A dark coldness hangs about the still-barren trees and makes the first flowers who dared to bloom in such a chilly nightmare look like jokes in winter that has outstayed its welcome by weeks. However, even the worst of these blustery faux-winters will always have to end as April begins to slip into the warmer climes of May. Floréal, the month of flowers, was what the French Republican Calendar caused this time during its few brief years of existence (although it was hard to enjoy the roses when you were worried about being guillotined for being the fifteenth cousin of a minor aristocrat). A little more than two centuries after that Calendar had fallen into disuse, the people of a certain town in a certain part of America (definitely in the Midwest, but the
Spirit World Honeymoon CH. 1 (WG) Through the soft daylight of the spirit world, two budding partners walked through an open field of very bizarre yet beautiful flowers, their wide spade petals almost shining in the light. Avatar Korra ran ahead, clutching the hand of Asami Sato behind her. "I told you you'd like this spot!" The avatar teased, giggling playfully. Asami bent over her knees panting a little, she couldn't quite keep up with Korra's pace, her chiseled physique still as toned as ever, "Yeah... Its breathtaking..." She panted, looking up to her smiling partner, "And it looks like the perfect place." Asami stood up, planting her hands on her hips. "Perfect place for what?" The Avatar quirked a brow, tilting her head to the side. "Oh come now, you can't tell me you forgot about it already!" Asami laughed, pulling off her backpack, "For our little 'dinner date'" She accentuated the last two words with a taste of sarcasm. "Oh, of co
Skyler's Weight Loss Program pt. 2Part 2: Binges, Breakfast, Boys“Mmph! Kelsy, you’re the devil!” Skyler groaned later that night, lying on her back, candy wrappers outlining her supine body, chocolate all around her mouth and her overfull, groaning belly bulging up above her.From the bed next to her, Kelsy looked much the same, chuckling, “Ha, no, I’m just like, a sub-Satan. I’m the demon in charge of gluttony.” She responded, not capable even of bending enough in the middle to look at her hands rifling through the shopping bag, relying on the feel until she came upon a familiar shape, “Oh! Hey, you’re obsessed with Reese’s, right?”Skyler turned her head, shooting Kelsy a disgusted grimace, “Do I look like I could eat any more right now?” she squeezed her overstuffed stomach, moaning at the pressure, “Eat ‘em yourself, since you don’t care how fat you’re getting!”Kelsy snorted,
Skyler's Weight Loss Program pt. 1 Part 1: Kelsy Is a Bad Influence _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _Skyler walked up to her dorm room with her stomach soft, pudgy middle poking over her waistband all around. She stepped quickly down the hallway, her thighs thick, rubbing together as she stepped to the door with a confident grin and arms full of shopping bags, colorful exercise clothes and diet products visible through the translucent bags.Opening the door, she nearly dropped everything, "What the fuck, Kelsy?"She ran over to her best friend and roommate. Kelsy was laid out, topless, her wide body on the floor, her face smeared in Nutella, two empty jars of which sat to her sides, and clutching an almost-empty pint of rocky road. "Whaaat?" she asked with a playful grin, feigning innocence. She heaved herself up into a seated position, groaning at the effo
All You Can EatThe van crawled up to the back door with the barest exhalation of gasoline fumes in the rain. The water bounded gleefully from the protective flanks of the beast as it sighed and settled in it's moorings, disgorging several figures from it's rear. The lights shone either way down the street, other than themselves they were utterly alone.Dreadlocks were a common theme amongst the assembled, both men and women, as was the color green and a variety of tie died hues. They all wore sandals rather foolishly in the rain."We're here, Moonlight, get the drill."Moonlight Sunbeam Waterfall, or Sydney as she was when she wasn't participating in domestic terrorism prepped the large electric drill against the door lock, and with a spluttering revolution the drill bit sunk into the mechanism, and before too long a metallic clanging sound could be heard on the other side of the door. With a gentle push, it swung inwards.Three figures made their way inside, the Eco warriors fanned out, switching on
Jocelyn 2Jocelyn woke to find three faces staring down at her from above. Though she was disoriented, tired, thirsty, and had a nasty headache, she had no problem recognizing themit was the senior counselor, the camp director, and the camp nurse, all with extremely concerned expressions. When she opened her eyes, they looked instantly glad, but continued to give her the occasional worried look. They said a few words to her, but they only seemed like gibberish. Finally, she had the presence of mind to say, "Water
"Her normally high voice was surprisingly scratchy and low due to the lack of moisture. Someone hurried off and returned with a paper cup of water as the nurse slowly sat her up. Jocelyn eagerly downed the contents of the cup in several gulps. It was quite some time before she completely came to and felt able to carry on a conversation with anyone. She had a sandwich to eat, which seemed
A First Time For Everything (WG) Now... binging, stuffing, gorging, feasting, eating till you can barely walk; whatever you like to call it is certainly not the most common thing when it comes to weekend activities for fun, a taboo hobby for just about everyone save the select few. Angelica Chang, a 19 year old neko (or catgirl, for those not in the know) is about to join said few on a whim, a lazy Saturday afternoon at her sister's apartment... Sitting on the couch wasn't exactly the proper statement for how the raven haired neko was currently positioned on the piece of furniture. Her legs were draped over the top and back of the couch, head hanging off the edge of the cushions with her short hair nearly touching the wood floors below her. She stared at the TV in front of her with almost no attention at all, the droll mumbles of some home improvement show taking no effect on her black fuzzy ears (pierced three times down on one ear, as was her style). The ceiling f
A family inflation Part 1This a piece on non erotic fiction, and it does involve body inflation. in particular the Belly. This the first a few in a series and there will be more to come. If you do not like or care for body inflation and is disturbing to you....... you have been warned and should not read this then. Finally, Leslie was asleep. The remains of dinner was put away, the kitchen and counter top was clean, the dog was quiet and Bills dinner was in the fridge. Lisa could finally relax, and tonight she knew just what she wanted to do to unwind and relax. She double checked the house, every door was locked, the outside lights were on and as she moved through the house she turned off the inside lights. She checked on Leslie one more time to make sure her four year old was asleep, and thought to herself she couldn't wait until her daughter was in school and she would have more time on her hands, and the house to herself. Not that she wanted