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(A commission for Anonymous) [When cosmic rays cause women to gain thousands of pounds in mere seconds, Cooper and Nat must learn how to survive in this fat new world] Cooper lazily switched on the tv and poured himself a bowl of cereal, taking in his first spoonful of the morning and letting out a deep yawn as he looked back at the screen. “In other news, highway 93 has been completely shut down by a woman spurting in the middle of the road,” the reporter on the screen said. Cooper let out a short exhale that wasn’t quite a chuckle and smirked. “Spurting”. He thought about that word and how quickly it had been absorbed into the mainstream vernacular; it started off as a joke from one of many internet memes about the crisis, but then eventually found its way into becoming a household word. Same with “XBBW”, the more politically correct term for a woman that had spurted. While no one had an issue with the term “spurting”, referring to the woman herself as a “spurt” was sometimes

The hot summer sun blazed white upon the training field. The dirt below me, still imprinted with the imprint of a hundred footprints, had dried to a dusty powder that churned beneath my scuffing limbs. Some recruits might complain of such an environment, but not I, a dark-skinned drow accustomed to the heat and fury of volcanic wastes – not I, who was known as Zaiva, the greatest assassin in the Order of the Scorpion. Yet even so, sweat shone from my rippling limbs like purple rocks from a riverbed, and I had to shield my eyes from the glint of sunlight from arms and armour worn by the throng of onlookers surrounding me – surrounding us, as I wrestled against a half-orc twice my size. What was his name? It mattered little to me. He was a newer assassin fresh out of training and allegedly three hundred pounds of raw, untalented meat. He’d been bragging of his size and strength for days, wagering bets that he could out-wrestle any veteran, and as his purse

Red and Fishtank traversed the gigantic cemetery, and they placed four out of five purification crystals in the appropriate areas. However, due to a certain situation, the duo ended up transported to another realm… ~~~ It was quiet as midnight. The pocket dimension sported a sky that was abyssal black, and the ground resembled a grey wasteland that stretched into infinity. There were tombstones scattered throughout the region, and each one was engraved with arcane glyphs. A beautiful elf was standing amidst the wasteland. She was a buxom necromancer, but one sporting a very wide and heavy lower-half. The young girl had dark skin, and was clad in witch attire that embodied…dread. Her clothes were the definition of elegant dread. The girl’s eyes were jaded—very much so—but she wore a small smile like a marionette. “Now now little ancients,” she whispered, resting her hands upon her massive hips. The necromancer had a large amount of fat on her frame. Thick, dense, and

A cold fog was lingering within the grim forest. The demon was a green-skinned beauty, and she sported long dark hair and large horns. She carried an immense amount of fat on her figure, and her figure was lying…dead. The young girl was propped beside a tree stump, and her vast stomach had strange glyphs painted on it. Her massive breasts—two great weights that looked flabby yet engorged—also carried arcane markings. Her tremendous rear burdened her figure to the extreme, and it also held these symbols. Overall, one could tell that the demon was a scholar-sorceress. Without question, her body was raised in luxury and only fit for comfort and studying. A group of demon children were in front of the corpse, and they were scruffy as back-alley rogues. The kids sported grey skin and wore peasant clothes, and additionally, they carried expressions that were…unsettlingly coy. The leader was a girl sporting a rusty necklace. With pep in her step, she walked over to the vast