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The Genie - Short
(Instant Weight-Gain, Magic, Immobility) “I want to be fat. Make me fat.” I say, groping my fat hairy belly. “But you are fat.” The latino Genie says, chuckling and poking my gut. “I want more. Make me fatter.” I start getting hard just saying the words aloud. The genie raises a brow followed by “really?”. I smile wide. “Yes. I wish to get huge.” I add, dropping my shirt back down over my belly. “Your wish is my command.” The genie says, waving his hand. “Wait - before-” I try to say, but it's too late and he vanishes into a puff of smoke. I didn’t tell him how big I wanted to get. Uh-oh. Just then my belly begins to rumble, and moments later it starts swelling like a heavy balloon. My soft doughy belly gets even bigger, hanging down over my belt a little more with every passing minute. My rear is starting to grow as well, filling my pants rather quickly. I attempt to unbutton them fast though my butt beats me to it and pops the button right off. I walk to the bathroom to
Literature
The New Neighbor
Simon wished that he hadn't checked the mail that day.
It was a normal day like any other, he had gone to work at his charming though somewhat boring desk as a graphic designer- but it was only because he wasn't he in the midst of a big project. Those days fly by far too quickly, conveniently
As just, Simon walked through the door of his apartment at around four pm, ready for a night home alone with the couch and some freelance work he enjoyed doing on the side. However, he was distracted as he turned his key; for a vibrant orange box with a white bow lay just under his mail box. After entering and setting down his things, Simon curiously t
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Growing Attraction - Part 1: Wishful Thinking
I looked at my plate as though it was the most fascinating thing I’d seen all day, feigning general indifference as I listened intently to each word he said. It was our fifth or sixth date, and I was pretty into him. His name was Isaac; he was about my height, with a little more weight on him than I had on my own lithe frame. Dark, messy hair, and an infectious smile. He was a total goofball, and I loved that about him. It felt like he could make me laugh whenever he wanted. Except right now, he didn’t seem all that interested in providing the night’s entertainment.
“Look, Tom,” he said, his voice a mix of barel
So I wrote a new story, but it's not any of the projects I mentioned in my last journal. I'd been wanting to do something more with the characters from A Very Big Christmas, and a couple people had expressed interest in learning more about Jacob's transformation. So here's his story.
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Lovely story, certainly one of my favourites.