Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 15)Andrea was lazily napping away her entire Sunday, her body still exhausted from the previous day’s workout. In her mind, it was a day of rest, so it was okay for her to take a day off… Plus, weren’t workouts like, something you had to slide into? You can’t just go full force after years of not working out on a regular schedule, right? While Andrea’s reasoning was… Less than flawless, it was reason enough for her to spend the whole day attached the couch, slipping in and out of lethargic bliss. That is, until her roommate got home.
With the delicateness of a stampeding rhino, Kate busted open the door, shocking Andrea fully awake for the first time since she had retired to the couch. “Yo, I brought pizza.” Kate said lazily as she shambled into the room. It was almost 9 PM and poor Kate was completely wiped. Nothing sounded better than going to her room and falling asleep, especially since t
Demon's TasteAlthough it was true that in the world of demons it went by many names, the peoples and creatures that had inhabited Earth have always referred to it by just the one, Gluttony. When Gluttony was spawned from the great chasm of Sin that split the great Satanic pit in two, there was precious little life on Earth, and as such there was equally little for Gluttony to do. Although hardly a minor demon, Gluttony did not hold a high enough place in the echelon of the underworld to give it any power over other such hellspawn. Simply put, without a creature over whom to control with epic lusts for consumption, it was bored.
So it practiced form-shifting, and waited. It searched the many realms of punishment for beings such as itself, and waited. It occasionally justified its titles by eating scorched ground and rotting corpses a hundredfold its body weight per sitting, and drinking lakes of sulphur to complete the effect. And waited.
And what it was waiting for was for the creatures of the one
Down at the Flipside GrillAna swore the restaurant was top notch, so that's the only reason I went. Honest. I just wanted to know if all the rumors were true. You can sit there and speculate all you want, Reader, but when everyone you know tells you that the "Flipside Grill" will "change your life," you'd have to be a fool not to check it out. And alright, maybe not everyone I know told me about the Grill, but those who did would not shut up about it. It's not often that an exciting novelty pops up in my tiny New English town, so you can keep your comments to yourself when I say I was more than a little excited to check the place out.
Who am I, exactly? I guess I can give you a quick answer to that before we continue the story. My name's Trevor. I'm a college freshman, I'm single, and I'm (according to Ana) way too stressed out. Our trip to the Flipside Grill was meant to be a last hurrah before finals because Ana knew that as soon as Monday arrived, all I'd have time for was textbooks.
We drove Ana's car off c
Morgan (Redone) Part 2(XWG, SSBBW)
(Part 2! There will be a part three (it's already done). Not a lot of focus on gaining or eating here, sorry if you're disappointed.)
March came in like a lamb, a gentle warmth rolling in and melting what little snow remained from a mild winter, and Morgan entered it at 470 pounds. A living, breathing symbol of appetite, she was awakened by her hunger every morning and she could only go to sleep at night when she had stuffed her belly as tight as she could manage. Her body played by its own rules, hitting her with pangs of hunger not when her stomach had been emptied too long, but whenever there was room at all in it.
Fortunately for Morgan she had embraced the glutton’s life, and the feelings of hunger were less a demanding impetus to eat something, anything than a gentle nudge that if she wanted to grab another tasty treat, by all means.
Yet food was not all there was to Morgan’s new life. It was simply the focal point, the thing everything else was coming to