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Cassy adjusted the straps of her black apron, fingers nervously fiddling with a loose thread as she leaned against the bar counter. It was a slow night, the kind where the jukebox hummed out a lazy tune, and the soft clink of glasses was the only competition it had. Not that anyone was drinking from them. The woman in her early 30’s kept alternating between glasses with her rag. Desperately trying

Nodding at herself in the mirror, Lucy decided: Today was the day she was finally going to stop eating people!
The seven-and-a-half foot tall pred was, she thought to herself, getting chunky. Her stomach had a paunch to it, giving her a permanent look of having a swollen belly, while her thick thighs and huge tits were much larger than she remembered.
With a few more investigative prods and squeezes at her own body, Lucy nodded confidently. She was only a bit overweight, surely she could easily

Aiden sat at the table, humming contentedly as he waited for his girlfriend to get home from her friend’s house. He was glad to be done with work for the day. Construction was a solid job and it paid decently enough, but it was hard, thankless work. Most of his coworkers and bosses were pretty rough guys, and as he was only 22, they were quite a bit older than him and enjoyed giving him a hard time. He wasn't nearly as hardened as they were, always quick with a smile and a kind word. He enjoye

Dennis grunted as he worked the weight machine, his hard, toned muscles flexing with each movement. He was 27 years old, with a tall, broad build, a handsome, masculine face, and short, neatly trimmed brown hair. His tan skin glistened with sweat and his chest rose and fell with short, disciplined breaths. He had been coming to this gym after work for a couple of years now. He was a lawyer, which involved a lot of desk work, so he was committed to keeping his body in shape.The gym was usually fa

The gala was ostensibly a show of making connections under the veneer of a charity event - where Heroes could bump shoulders with the high and mighty from all echelons of society in the hope of picking up a sponsor or three, where talents could be scouted and allegiances made, all under the guise of those at the top deigning to drop a few scraps to the proles beneath them. But anyone who was anyone in attendance across the vast hall knew damn well what the real point behind the event was.On the

Harry gripped his wand, a look of competitive determination in his eyes. His opponent stared back with smug self-assurance, one hand on her hip, holding her wand lazily in the other.“Ready for more humiliation, Harry?” Hermione taunted. Her wild, frizzy brown hair framed her petulant face, with her pale cheeks and plump lips. She wore a red and yellow Gryffindor sweater that hugged her pert breasts and slender waist smugly, along with a black skirt that ended just above her knees. Her long,

Aiden sat at the table, humming contentedly as he waited for his girlfriend to get home from her friend’s house. He was glad to be done with work for the day. Construction was a solid job and it paid decently enough, but it was hard, thankless work. Most of his coworkers and bosses were pretty rough guys, and as he was only 22, they were quite a bit older than him and enjoyed giving him a hard time. He wasn't nearly as hardened as they were, always quick with a smile and a kind word. He enjoye