A long rest at the Tavern


Rain was battering down on the Obnoxious Otter Inn. It was pitch black outside and the wind howled like a banshee. Thankfully the inside of the tavern was warm. A lit fire flickered in the corner while the staff were tidying up. The owner and most experienced operator behind the bar was Jain Steelmill. She had worked behind the bar all her life and even though she owned the place now she still enjoyed pouring beers and making co

Is this seat taken


The evening light reflected on the bus windows like amber honey, diffused and heavy in the stagnant air of a day just past its prime. I always loved this hour. The hush of commuters, the low rumble of the bus engine beneath me, and the faint crackle of worn leather seats trying to bear the load of my abundance. It was a kind of solace, really, being cradled by something so steady when the world often struggled to accommodate a woman of

“Oh shit, it’s the police!”
“Oh fuck, run fer it!”
“What about the money!?”
“Fuck da money! We ain’t spendin’ dat shit in the fuckin’ joint!”
The flashing blue and red lights from the police cruiser filled the dark interior of the J-Mart, which also illuminated the two jet black stoats hunched over the safe they were unsuccessfully trying to break into. The only thing they were successful in was triggering the alarm. The t

A Sacrifice for the Goddess


    
Steven woke up in the cramped womb of Sister Alina, where he had spent the past year. She was still sleeping, as evidenced by her rhythmic deep breathing. It was hard to keep track of time, but today should be the day he’d finally get let out. At this point, he was ready to be a sacrifice to the Goddess, if it meant he didn’t have to spend another day stuck inside of Ali

The Labyrinth






The waves knocked relentlessly against the boat, coming again and again, never letting up. They weren’t particularly strong waves, not the kind that that could capsize a vessel or pull a decent swimmer under, but the boat was on that edge between small and medium that meant that every wave made it rock just a little too forcefully, and they would. Not. Stop. The ceaseless mov

Everyone was having a good to great time at the BBW Blowout. Yes, people staying at the hotel/convention center who weren’t attending the gathering were giving side eyes or outright condescending looks to the supersized ladies and their admirers, but for the most part the attendees were in their own world. There were rooms for party games, workshops about how to be an online fetish creator, a boudoir photographer was offering discounted photo shoots, and to cap off the evening one of the large