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Literature
Deal with the Debu
“AND STAY OUT!”
The door loudly slammed in front of the brunette’s face. Months of job searching and working in this dead-end job had gone to waste. This was the beginning of the end of Julie’s life as she knew it.
Just my luck… She thought. Making her way downtown, the brunette was caught in the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Hundreds of other people crowded the streets, all walking towards their own destinations as the sun was just beginning to set in the sky.
One little mistake and he tosses me out on the street like nothing. Well, this week’s one mistake… Grabbing her white t-shirt slightl
Literature
I am His Wealth (XBBW, XWG, Light Sci-Fi)
What's in this: A woman has been made impossibly fat to represent the wealth of a powerful Sultan in an Arabic inspired Cyber Punk city, and is sent to a feast of the city's elite to represent him. What do the wealthy do for status? They show off just how wealthy they are. I am the means by which that wealth is shown. “Today is the day of the feast, Malika. Are you ready?” Ms. Vani asks me. I pull the nectar tube from my mouth, the sweet, dripping liquid trails down my expansive chest as I do so. I nod. I imagine the way I nod doesn’t look the way nodding should. I feel the tube of soft brown flesh around my neck bunch up and bulge when my chin presses into it. She returns the gesture. “The guards will be in shortly.” I place the nectar tube back in my mouth as my handmaid leaves. The nectar is thick, but so sickly sweet that it makes me ignore the painful fullness of my belly just to cram more in before my guards can arrive. Guards is a very funny word for what they are- no
Literature
The American Obesity Problem
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fi
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, a riff on 
's Lew Baird stories like Marianne/Mare (the title could easily have been Carolyn/Carol if I didn't like this other one more) that feature a woman not only fattening but ending up in a different life than they had before. The difference here is Carolyn doesn't end up as Carol.
, a riff on 's Lew Baird stories like Marianne/Mare (the title could easily have been Carolyn/Carol if I didn't like this other one more) that feature a woman not only fattening but ending up in a different life than they had before. The difference here is Carolyn doesn't end up as Carol.Mature
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That ending was cruel.