(This story contains male WG, some bondage and force-feeding.)
The first thing Jeffrey remembered upon awakening was the repetitive blaring of an alarm. Still logy from his extended period of hypersleep, he rubbed his eyes and said to no one, “What’s going on?”A completely calm, reassuring voice came over a speaker. “There has been a severe gravity storm under two million kilometers away. It has caused severe disruption to all systems. Hull integrity has been critically compromised. Please report to the bridge for emergency ejection.”
Jeffrey was still rather disoriented. “Wait, what?”“There h
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains Blob, Slob, and Gas
Series: Zootopia
Rotund, Rancid Rabbit
Judy Hopps walked up towards the Zootopia Police Department early one morning with a coffee in hand. She’d been pretty busy as of late, so the caffeine was much appreciated, even for someone as energetic as she usually was. She was especially thankful for it because she knew her day was going to be just as tiring as any of her other recent shifts. If only I had something to help me get through all of this, she thought to herself as she rubbed some sleep from her eye.
Entering the building, Judy found quite a commotion going on aro
The Weighty Witch of the Woods (WG, Pig TF, Slob) by CurdenCay18, literature
Literature
The Weighty Witch of the Woods (WG, Pig TF, Slob)
After a late shift at work, Cole was anxious to get home. So anxious in fact, that he attempted to take a shortcut through the woods. This didn't go to plan, and after about an hour of stumbling around, Cole was hopelessly lost. After a bit more exploring, Cole saw a light, and dashed towards his possible salvation. The light came from a quaint little cottage, which Cole quickly found himself at the front door of. Hoping to either get directions or to use a phone, he gently knocked on the door. The door quickly opened revealing a rather interesting sight. In the doorway stood a very big woman. She was positively huge, with a belly that hung halfway to her knees, a pair of breasts that threatened to swallow Cole, and a pair of hips that grazed against either side of the doorway. She stood with her hands behind her back and beamed at Cole, before finally saying 'Well hello, who might you be?' 'Hi, I'm so sorry to intrude but my name's Cole and I've gotten very lost, could I possibly
I stood outside my house, leaning on the fence, checking my watch frequently. I looked up and down the sidewalk. He was supposed to be here by now. I shifted from foot to foot. I did a 360 degree look of the neighborhood and then I felt a rumbling in the ground.
I turned to find the source, only to see a sweating behemoth in a burgundy shirt and khaki shorts, both like tarps on his large belly and booty approaching me. His clothes clung to him like wet rags and tears could be seen in the seams of the shirt and shorts.
In his path he left dents and cracks in the sidewalk and as he approached me he wiped the sweat beads off his forehead with
Ok, so I have a slight chip on my shoulder for this kind of holiday. It hardly matters for the subject matter, because you know that a month in advance the supermarkets will churn out a wide variety of over-priced, over-hyped trollop just to reaffirm that you indeed love someone more than the jones down the road loves their other half.
The entire holiday is a man-made cash in made my card-shops and supermarkets. It angers me so.
Of course I say that from a single point of view...ask me again if i was taken.