#look at that flab fly

[fatasmagoria]

Author’s Note: I have 202 followers now which is frankly insane. I decided to write a little something to celebrate with you all! This idea has most likely been done before, but I wanted to put my own spin on it.

The Five Stages of Fatness

Denial

You sit on the edge of your bed, frustrated as you attempt to pull the flaps of your jeans together. They are separated by a generous handful of pudge that pooches out from your otherwise toned midsection. Lousy fast fashion. It must have shrunken in the wash already. Or maybe it was water weight. Or bloating from the fast food order you just inhaled? You scoop up the jeans and throw them over to the corner in a heap.

You grunt as you stand up, the heaviness of your body subtly weighing you down. You retrieve a stretchy pair of joggers from your wardrobe that slide up your thickened thighs and bubble butt with ease, although the waistband can’t stretch any further. But you don’t notice that. You’re already thinking about dessert, and the cinnamon rolls baking downstairs, the dough rising just like the numbers on the scale.

Anger

You slam the door shut behind you, rage barely contained. You were on a date with a cute guy, but he ditched you halfway through because you were catfishing him, or so he claimed. Your pictures didn’t match up to what was in front of him, of course. He was expecting a skinny person, but he was instead given a chubby piglet. You strip your tight clothes from your wider body. Your belly is laden with stretch marks and it has started to split into two rolls, with your tits sagging on top. Your thighs cover your genitals now, and your out of breath just from standing there.

You squeeze yourself into pyjamas and let your anger consume you as you, in turn, consume all the junk food in your kitchen. By the end of it, your body is screaming in pain, and when you slap your belly, it causes you to belch. But you’re too angry to really care. You spend the rest of the night feasting and burping, and you delete that stupid dating app too.

Bargaining

The scale read “300”, causing you to blush. Had you really gotten that big? You stare at yourself in the mirror and grab a handful of jiggling flesh. You look more rotund than human, and your face is red simply from the exertion of standing there. Your gut is hitting mid thigh. You know you have to get on a diet, and get a gym membership too. You tell yourself you’ll start tomorrow, and spend the entire day feasting to “get rid” of the snacks in your house. You even order pizza as your last meal before salads and smoothies became your food source. You’d go out for a run tomorrow, eat well tomorrow, lose weight tomorrow…

Tomorrow came all too soon. You wake up feeling sluggish from yesterday’s binge. You can’t even roll yourself out of bed. You tell yourself that the diet will start on Monday instead, given that it’s the start of the week. But Monday ends up being just as fattening. You eventually forget about your diet plans altogether.

Depression

You were let go from your job for breaking company property. You had sat down at your desk, only to have the armrests fly off and seat splinter as your saggy ass hit the floor. You were a liability to the company. You were simply too fat.

Tears and sobs force their way out of you as you collapse onto your sofa, bags upon bags of fast food surrounding you, giving you a small modicum of comfort. Food wasn’t the enemy, it was your friend. At least you’d get a generous payout after losing your job. At a whopping 450 pounds, your body took up most of the couch. You looked like a pile of flab. Your face, which had once been pretty and inviting, was swallowed up by a double chin that was quickly turning into a triple. You turn on some trash TV and let your brain turn to mush. Food was your friend. And now there was no reason to be separated from it.

You wipe your tears with a meaty forearm as you bite into a burger.

Acceptance

Corrupted by gluttony, your daily routine revolves around food and mind-numbing entertainment. Yesterday was a milestone; you’d hit 500 pounds and your feeder (a handsome man who loved to wait on you) celebrated by gifting you an entire wedding cake. You sit on the bed dumbly, licking frosting from your fingers. The skinnier version of yourself struggling to get their jeans pulled up may have screamed, but you knew that eating and growing was a perfect life. No need to worry about clothes or dating or work. You lived to consume.

Your whole body almost swallowed up your bed. You were likely still mobile, but there was no reason for you to walk when your feeder insisted on providing all your meals. Your whole body was cellulitic, covered in dimples as well as stretch marks. Your runny cheeks jiggled as your forced more cake into your mouth. Your tank of a belly growled with hunger, and your feeder set down another tray of cinnamon rolls on the bedside table, giving your heavy fat a good slap.

This was your life, and you couldn’t be happier.

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

📖 Mettaton, but he's in a world of all kinds of infinitely regenerating candy.

*It was a very alien kind of feeling. Most people haven't walked on roads made of taffy or across a field of those sour ropes that took the place of grass. A surreal constructed world with houses, nature, and even lakes of soda. Simply without another sign of life who was using it or who could possibly built it all.

*One bite can't hurt...

*Time began to fly by after that first bite, time and more and more candy that is. A nibble here, a few clumps from the ground there. He started trying anything that looked new that he came across. Despite all the time passed it was only when drops of frosting from a massive cupcake car smeared against his chest that he'd noticed it was bare, that this entire time he'd been dressed in nothing but a tight pair of pink shorts. It only added to that dream like quality.

*Well there aren't any consequences in a dream are there?

*It was a fair way to think about it. Nothing like this could be real. All those flavors were just his processors firing off in his sleep mode providing artifical sensations. So why not experience more of them? Start eating entire chocolate branches off those trees and picking the green apple leaves right off and munch on them after. Stuff his face with handfuls of spongecake walls insulated with buttercream.

*I can't help myself here

*His inhibitions slipped more and more with every treat he partook in, and no matter how much destruction followed in his wake he could always come back for more it seemed. Gingerbread neighborhoods, caramel apple orchards, gummy museums? He barely took in the scenery it was all just more treats for him. Treats that never filled him up, instead settling heavily in his middle for moments before melting away his muscle mass into pure blubber. Pecs softened into plump and perky tits that formed rolls beneath his softening arms, melding into the burgeoning layer of backfat he was acquiring. His abs were a thing of the past, replaced by a gut that started round and taught but glurped and slorshed outwards with flab that rolled at his navel forming a two layer cake of lard. His toned thighs joined in with his perky butt in deciding to go soft and flabby, cellulite forming on them both as those cheeks widened into a doorway filling wideload.

*Moooore... Candy.... More.... Sugar

*His thoughts slowed like molasses, devolving into a single minded desire to eat more of the sugary world around him. The damage it did to his figure or the way it made him sluggish and encumbered wasn't even a consideration. Not when he could shovel armfuls of donut innertubes at the citrus soda beach. His perception of time may have been shot before but it was non existent now. He could have been wandering this place for years at this point, sporting a body that would make sense for an all candy diet taken on that long.

*Muh OUUUUUAAAARP gut want wheeeeeeeze more canduh mnfff

*The formerly fit and trim robot had become an unrecognizable behemoth of pure undulating blubber. At 6'6.6" in height it was a real testament to his uncomprising gluttony that he'd managed to make himself wider than he was tall. His bloated lard sack of a gut jutted in front of him, dragging along the ground and leaving a trail of slimy sickly sweet smelling sweat behind as if he were a slug. Flopped atop that double rolled monster were two tits enormous enough to make any woman jealous, engorged nipples pierced by thick candy cane barbells that sank slightly into those puffy areola. Those massive udders were slathered with the colorful remnants of his past conquests, the trail leading upwards to a pancake stack of tirelike chins that head head sank ever so slightly into. His face was truly a testament to just how much of a fucking whale he'd turned himself into. His cheeks spread out over his chins, which themselves pooled onto his shoulders and the mountainous backfat behind him, and even began to slightly encroach into the lower peripheral of his vision. His lips weren't spared either, the usually black pair were slathered in sweet and pillowy like his moobs had been when he'd taken his first bites. Thickened drool flowed from them, sparkling with a mysterious carbonation. His hair was messy, though sill parted neatly, and seemed to have grown a small bit. It didn't manage to hide one of the strangest features on that plump head of his, the fact that even his forehead had begun to take on a small amount of pudge, letting itself he seen slightly from within his vision much like his cheeks. Around his sides his pathetic and nearly useless arms sat comfortably atop an avalanche of lovehandles capped off by a peak of fat sideboob. Following that avalanche down lead to a massive shelf of ass that took up nearly enough of his backside to begin to sag to the ground a lot like his greedy gut had. It of course help up a very impressive cliff of blubbery backfat, enough of it to fondle like it was the front of an avarage fatty.

*Whuh.... That?

*Oh? That unusual. There looks like a person in the distance. Hope they don't get starstruck seeing a famous celebrity in the place like this. If they can recognize him still that is.

EXTREME SLOB CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

*Seeing something new? That called for an investigation. Time for a first step towards it.

*Hnnnngh mnfff FRRRPPPPPPPPTTT

*Of course it's not easy moving a ham planet like him. It requires serious serious effort. And effort with a destroyed digestive system like his meant totally voiding his bowels. Visible smoggy purple farts vented from his bloated slimy donut-like asshole, a signal of things to come. It didn't take long for it to be followed by a torrent of thick rainbow syrup squirting out at amazing force, piling up behind him as he glacially waddled forwards towards the distant unfamiliar thing. That purple pollutant obviously smelled sweet, like fermenting a patisserie. His technicolor waste on the other hand was distinctly more fruity, a Fanta syrup medley. He was like a bloated portable corn syrup factory. And he was in total bliss.

[sterekchub]

When Stiles gets too fat to jerk off, too fat to see his dick at all, he quickly realizes that he can hump his own fat and fat pad to get off, all he has to do is just kind of rest his arms on his belly and rock back and forth. This is great news because it's something he can do basically anywhere without anyone really realizing it -- of course the fat guy is flushed and winded and sweaty, just look at him, it's a miracle he can even walk at all. Of course Derek catches on fast, and decides to see just how many times he can encourage Stiles to get off untouched by anything but his own fat in a single day.

Derek finds out and teases him for days. Stiles is being fed and throughly fucked by the pack…and yet that even that isn’t enough to satisfy him. Derek’s caught Stiles more than once now stuffing his face greedily, cramming food into his mouth, chewing it so fast crumbs go flying everywhere, and gulping it down. He doesn’t care how it tastes- he just wants that feeling of being full and stuffed, wants to eat until he’s painfully full and achingly hard.

So he’s not totally shocked that Stiles’ figured out a way to get himself off after so many desperate attempts and failures. But Derek takes such pleasure in watching him- because short of being in all fours with his face buried in food, nothing else makes Stiles look quite as pig like as this. Arms that cant even wrap around his flabby middle, rocking and humping his flab like a hog, sweating and out of breath like he’s been running up stairs.

It’s the hottest thing Derek’s ever seen. He’ll ignore Stiles pleading and whining and complaints about how it’s not the same, it’s too much work….because he loves watching his pig

[gainprincess]

4, someone gaining the freshman fifteen (Or more. A lot more.).

21, college AU

Let's see what a college Melusine would look like with some extra pounds~

"WELCOME BACK FOLKS! We're here, in the late, late minutes of the second half of our long awaited ladies' football game here! We've got the Albion University Drakes vs. the FBU Queens in a historic match for national qualifiers!"

As both teams form up to resume play, and the crowd cheers wildly at the announcer's bellowing voice, one might notice a particularly bottom-heavy player bouncing from one leg to the other near the center of the field.

"The Queens have the ball, and they're close to the Drakes' goal! Remember, it's anyone's game right now, though the Queens certainly have an advantage!"

"..."

She doesn't say anything, because she doesn't need to. All that matters is the score. The two teams are tied 3-3, with 15 seconds left on the clock.

Her hips jiggle and clap as she bounces about, hammy legs firm under the flab. She's a trained athlete, the ace of the Albion Drakes, and absolutely fine with the weight she's gained in the last few months.

Only a freshman, she enjoyed eating as much food as possible when she got to school, brushing off any worries by stating that she'd just work it off. Evidently that isn't true, and her new girlfriend from out-of-country MAY have something to do with it...but Melusine couldn't care less.

It's gone entirely to her hips and legs, meaning that the power behind her shots is even more monstrous and overwhelming than before, and her hips can box out other players even easier than before.

*TWEEEEEEEEET!*

'Go time.'

"The ball is back in play, folks, and Sith takes the ball- Passes it to Pendragon, who's charging down the- OH MY GOD!"

The crowd suddenly roars with hype and incredulity in equal measure as the clock rapidly winds down. Melusine can't even hear the words that're being said, because she's too busy running with the ball she just stole.

"I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING! CAPTAIN MELUSINE HAS JUST STOLEN THE BALL, AND IS BREAKING AWAY TOWARDS THE QUEENS' GOAL!"

She dips around and passes to herself through the opposing players, thick legs wobbling as she makes a mad dash. All she can hear is the blood pumping in the e

8 seconds. 7 seconds. She's nearing midfield.

"IS SHE GOING TO RUN IT OUT INTO OVERTIME?"

6 seconds. No. 5 seconds.

Melusine rears her kicking foot back right as she reaches the center of the playing field, eyes narrowing as her leg flexes under all that flab, finally revealing the sheer amount of hardened muscle beneath.

4 seconds. 3 seconds.

"OH MY GOODNESS SHE'S GOING FOR A MIDFIELD KICK! CAN SHE DO IT, LADIES AND GENTS?!"

WHAM!

She sends the ball flying across the field at breakneck speeds, speeding right towards the goalie, who opens her arms wide to recieve it.

2 seconds.

1 second.

VFWISH.

The ball passes right past the goalie's head...and right into the goal.

BBBBBBZZZTTTTTTTTTT!

"THAT IS IT, EVERYONE! WITH PERFECT TIMING, CAPTAIN MELUSINE SCORES A GOAL ON THE QUEENS FROM MIDFIELD, MAKING OUR FINAL SCORE 4-3, AND ENDING THIS GAME! THE DRAKES! HAVE! WON!"

Melusine can't even hear the groans of the disappointed crowd from Camelot, or the roars of the cheering one from Salisbury. She can barely even feel her teammates barrel her over in utter joy, or when they hoist her up afterwards.

All she thinks?

'I can't wait to hold my girlfriend.'

[biglatinohog]

Feed ‘Em Up

Hey, y’all this is my first male wg story, so any criticism is appreciated thanks!

Ryan got out of his chair, yawned, and started walking to the front door. He took a moment to flex his biceps in the mirror and adjusted his grey sweatpants. He took the stack of mail neatly stacked on his doorstep and began reading them.

He groaned, "Bills, bills, and more bills.....great."

However, something drew his eye, namely a green envelope. A pixelated burger with the name of a company, "GLTN Games," was etched on it. He opened it, took out a laminated piece of paper, and began reading.

"Good day, Lucky Reader! You've been chosen to participate in Feed 'Em Up's special beta test. Scanning the QR code will get you started on a game with BIG ambitions! Thank you for your support!"

He talked as he went inside, "Huh, strange, but what's the worst that can happen?"

He took his phone out of his pocket and scanned the code. The screen transitioned to a downloading animation, with the burger logo repeating again. The screen suddenly flashed, and his upper body appeared on it. His brown skin gleamed from the flash.   From this point of view, he looked bigger, especially his pecs. It looked like he had a big pump from the gym, and  with his 6'2 height he looked huge.  When he pressed  confirm, a 64-bit version of himself appeared in a home. On the screen, Ryan also saw two buttons: feed and exit.

“Weird, it looks just like me” Ryan said chuckling, “let’s see what we can do!”

He pressed the feed button and pizza, burgers and junk food appeared, the food flew into his sprite quickly. Ryan couldn’t stop pressing the button, it was like he was in a trance, an endless cycle. But, what Ryan didn’t notice was that his own body was growing as much as his sprite. His once rock hard abs began to melt with a beginner gut forming. His pecs turned into saggy tits, as big as melons. With each click he grew more, a fat blob the size of a beach ball began to strain against his tank top, his ass began to resemble overstuffed marshmallows rather than the tight glutes he had woken up with. He pressed more and more, his tank nothing more than a crop top against his elephant sized moobs, and his sweatpants were getting tight from his thighs becoming huge slabs of fat. His trance was broken by a flying cookie, it read, “Auto-feed, an instant buffet for 2 dollars.” Ryan’s finger immediately pressed yes, just then food surrounded his sprite, it all went towards him and made him as big as the screen. Ryan then felt something, he was growing, bigger and bigger, his flab expanding, stretchmarks ripping through him. Now the only thing left of Ryan was a 2000 pound tub of lard, his ass the size of a couch, tits the size of entire tables, and a gut that filled the entire room.

His phone shut off, with a final message,

“Thanks for Playing!”

::

[thebadchoicemachine]

Red-green colorblind, predator prey, Grey on Grey appearance, usually predator is color blind but prey can be too

Vertical white stripes - lives in forest, breaks up shape

Dark coloring - usually nocturnal

Backwards facing horns - can kill lions on their back by impailing their skull

Horns - defense (male and female) shorter, thicker, straight or back, competition between males/females (usually just one gender) really big and strong, strange shapes, cooling/radiator (long and thin to regulate temperature, spirals) curls a lot,

White desert gezzel - usually endangered

Grazing mouth - wide and flat, like a lawn mower

Brush mouth - thin and narrow, eats branches and brush

Antlers - dead bone, grows and falls off yearly, sheds velvet to grow, fastest growing bone, no nerves or muscles,

Horns - hollow for blood flow, grows for entire life,

Mohawk of fur on back of neck - false target to prevent spine bites

Flab of skin under neck - false target to protect windpipe

Clementine can attaine the adaptations or attributes of the animals it eats, one of the few things that remains consistent are it's bright orange eyes, although it will usually hang around in a base form (the hog, tiger, scorpion look).

There are a species of animal that have the ability to eat the Crimson as well as nuteralize it's affects. Crimson had the species exterminated but not before Clementine ate a few. Now Karl needs to catch Clementine so they can get a sample of the saliva so they can replicate the formula to defeat Crimson.

They can also go aquatic and swim or grow a variety of wings to fly. They also commonly mix up features from many different species from different dimensions.

They tend to be furry, with at least two Horns. Sometimes they will Mimic a local species and join the herd for a while. They never hunt sentient species for fun, only in defense or retaliation. They will very rarely appear in domestic species shapes and in cities, preferring forests and wild areas to hunt.

What do you think?

YO. Clementine’s so cool. What if they eat animals once they go extinct? Playing into its inexistence themes. Sort of in a blending of metaphorical

[tengomjabbars]

Unpopular Creative Opinion: It is frequently unnecessary to describe the physical attributes of a character. If you’re going to describe a physical attribute, better have a reason.

Eye and Hair Color: please stop assuming that everyone cares about this. These should only be remarked upon if they are unusual. Additionally, most non-white people have dark eyes. Obsessing over a paragraph’s description of blue-green is utterly inattentive to this fact.

Height: height is relative. It doesn’t matter how tall the character is until they’re standing next to someone else. Even then, who cares if Sasha is 5’5” and Cindy is 5’7”? Height matters when you’re a giant, it matters when you’re tiny, and it matters when it affects eye contact or physical intimidation and that’s about all it matters.

Weight/Build: again, when it’s useful to inform WHO that character is, or it’s a basis of comparison to a different character, and that’s kind of it. Are they wiry and lean? Abnormally muscular? Enormously fat? Does this tell you something about their values? If not, why are we wasting time on this? It’s self-indulgent narrative flab that readers don’t care about.

Attributes that could use more coverage:

Exact Skin Color. Gee, I wonder why white writers don’t pay attention to this. If you’re from a demographic where MOST people have brown or black hair, and brown eyes, the features you pay attention to also change.

Weirdness. If you really want the overall look of someone to be distinctive, point out some conventional “flaws.” Acne scarring. Stubby fingers. Eyes very wide-set in the face. Any kind of lateral asymmetry.

Face Shape and Bone Structure. It’s faster to characterize overall implied height, weight, and look with the emotional assessment the reader is supposed to have. Just cut out the middleman.

“She was fragile, wide-eyed and angular as a baby heron. But just as a heron is a bird of prey despite its slim delicacy, Annika’s limbs tensed with a preternatural awareness of two commands - fly, and kill.”

Most of her description is implied by the reader’s knowledge of name origins (“Annika” is probably Nordic), a mental image of a heron (usually white or gray, possibly picturing a great blue heron - so I don’t have to say a hair or eye color, but you sure pictured those) and the knowledge of what an “angular” human body does.

She’s just strange-looking enough to perhaps not be natural. Her limbs are tensed, which means she is waiting urgently for something. Are the commands in her body instinctive, learned, or programmed? Why does she have to be fast? Who does she have to kill?

Describe people first and foremost by WHAT THEY DO, and trust your reader to understand what’s been left in the margins.

[ftm2bbw]

Maybe it's your friend's idea to start using the remote-controlled vibrator with you. He pitches it as a good thing. He can tell that you've been... A little pent up. The sounds you make when he helps drain your tits are a pretty good indication. With the remote control, you wouldn't have to worry about reaching around your very pregnant-looking belly. You can just push a button and all the pleasure you need comes right to you. He even volunteers to help you put it in, easily pushing you into your back, your fat belly and tits making it impossible for you to right yourself before he shoves the little, vibrating bullet inside you. There's just one problem:

He never hands you the remote.

Instead, he just pushes the button and watches the sensations flood your body, delighted by the sight of your fat rolls shaking and wobbling with the vibrations. Lightning shoots through you, connecting your most intimate parts right to your brain. Even at your most sensitive, you've never felt anything like this before. It just keeps coming; it simply won't stop. And, as long as he has his hand on the control, it'll stay that way. He's actually pretty impressed! Just based on the sounds you're making and the way your eyes are fluttering, the orgasms seem to be coming pretty quickly. Despite the flab weighing them down, your hands immediately fly to your tits, massaging them, sending milk out in high arcs. The vibrator must be-

Oh, wait, no. He thought he was using the highest setting, but it's actually at the lowest setting. A devilish grin forms on his lips. "Well, let's see what this baby can really do."

Fuck, I wonder if his innocent façade would finally come to an end then. Taunting and teasing about what he's doing to me, how he's in control.

I'm sure I'd start begging in between moans and whines, my hands alternating between groping my belly, squeezing my tits, and unsuccessfully struggling to reach between my thick thighs. Of course, it would be impossible to tell if I was begging him to stop or begging for more.

I'd be utterly at his mercy...

[justin-hammers]

October/Early November Story Prompt 1: Cuddling and Snuggling with Size Differences and some Minor Daddy Kinks

Warning: This story contains Fluff, Smut, and Chubby Kink. All fantasy btw. No harm or hate on anybody.

Words: 1,275

Ship: Rick Flag/F!Reader

Enjoy the entire story since I'm not getting luck on Archive. 👇🏽

Rick and you sat on opposite ends of their sofa as they gazed at the TV.

You scrolled through the channels, looking for a horror movie to watch. Rick was still eating the Cheeseburger and Fries takeout they got for dinner. You had already finished eating your normal meal portion while he was finishing up his fourth cheeseburger and fries.

It was a few days before Halloween. From the living room of the apartment, you could hear the wind whirling through the street, and see the leaves falling and piling up outside.

Despite it not being freezing cold, you were still shivering like a leaf. You hunched over and blew into your palms in an attempt to warm up your fingers before crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

“Are you cold? It’s freezing here.” you said.

Your nose was still red from when you and Rick had gone out to get the food.

“Um no, not really darlin,” he spoke in between mouthfuls of Sweet Potato Fries. “Though I guess I have a bit more… insulation than you do.” Rick said while he gave his large belly a pat.

“I know I know. Lucky for me, you probably have enough insulation for the both of us,” you responded as you snuggled up next to your boyfriend’s fleshy flank.

He rolled his eyes and gave a half-smile at your little tease. Rick was wearing an extra large maroon sweater that fit tightly over his hefty mass.

You slid your hand in between two of his sweater buttons and began to rub his smooth warm belly.

“Oh shit hon!” he jolted as your fingers made contact. “Baby, your fingers are like icicles! Oh my god honey stop! Your hands are way too cold!”

You chuckled at his reaction and withdrew your hand from his sweater. You then leaned in close for kisses.

“*Mwm* You know… *Mwmmmh* there is another way we could… *smooch* warm up? You know you love to warm up your sweetie pie.” you said softly while kissing his neck and cheek. He began to smile.

“Well it is starting to feel a little chilly here.” Rick said with an exaggerated tone.

He quickly shoveled the remaining Sweet Potato Fries and a piece of Cheeseburger into his mouth and dropped the empty foil and carton on top of the others in the trash.

You held out your hand to help your bloated boyfriend get off the couch. He then grabs you and cradles you in his muscle fat arms like a baby as he nuzzles his head on yours. They made their way into the bedroom where he began to undress you.

Rick sat on the side of the bed and started to undo the buttons of his sweater by stretching his belly out. His bulging flabby upper body was revealed as he removed his top. His hefty plump arm fat was able to hang freely as he slid out of his sleeves. He reached for his belt, but was having some trouble taking it off with his gut bunching when he sat forward. Rick tried to look down at it, but he couldn’t see past her moobs and upper belly.

“Need a hand,” you asked.

“Ugh, yes baby girl,” he said, leaning back on their bed.

You stepped in between his tan-ish large legs at the edge of the bed. His blubbery belly was like a big flabby dome with his belt pinching across its middle.

You undid his belt buckle and fly. Fat expanded outwards as his meaty midsection was freed from the constricting denim. Rick let out a sigh of comfort.

“Looks like someone is already ready for winter! Look at that hibernation bod,” you said as you pressed your hand into his warm flab.

“Hahahaha yeah! You can add another X onto my clothing size when you buy me a new wardrobe for my birthday, darlin,” he laughed.

“Hehehehe Fat chance of that happening, colonel,” you giggled as he nuzzled your nose.

You pulled off his pants, and began to climb on top of his mountainous mass, but he stopped you before you could get in good position.

“Sweetie, wait. Let me be on top. Daddy's gonna make you nice and warm,” Rick seductively instructed.

You backed off as you gave him a little smile. He extended his arms out, and you helped him get up on his feet.

“Now you just lie down on the bed and let daddy take care of you.”

You lay down on your back, and watched your boyfriend fix himself. He was touching his big body as you were starting to feel turned on. He bent over and pulled down his very large black boxers, giving you a perfect view of his wide bulging rump. His two massive round cheeks were like big squishy pillows. Then he spun around and grope his moobs and slides his hands down to his stomach. He messed with his beautiful outie belly button as you looked in jealousy. You always wanted to touch that little thing.

Rick then sauntered over to the bed. For a man over 500 pounds, he had great control over his enormous bulk, something that you were very thankful for, otherwise you’d feel a lot less comfortable about letting him climb on top of you. The mattress groaned as his knees sank deep into the bed.

“God your short stubby legs must be so cold,” he said, kneeling right at your thighs.

He leaned over and let his big body bury your body in his warm fat. As your privates started to feel aroused, you nestled in between the soft warmth of his broad soft chest. Grabbing onto his round swollen moobs, he was able to finger your folds. Luckily, they were already moist and lube with your wetness.

You became wetter and hotter, until he sat back up. Rick then crawled further up the bed to your privates. Some careful maneuvering and he slid perfectly into your area. You were squished comfortably between the massive girth of his beefy thighs. Your athletic and kinda smallish frame was blanketed by his enormous midsection. Rick’s hefty meaty belly sat on your torso and oozed over your chest. Behind him, his big inflated rear reached pass your feet, burying your legs in warm fat. Warmth radiated from his smooth soft flesh, especially his privates.

He begins to hump on top of you, grinding and moving you back and forth as he was getting inside you. You grabbed a big handful of his flabby belly, admiring just how big your boyfriend is.

You now feel much warmer as Rick begins to feel hot. He was breathing heavily and sweating from both the pleasure of sex and the exertion of grinding you hard. The throbbing pleasure inside of him grew large, motivating him to keep going. Getting closer to climax, their sweat mixed together as his doughy blubber rubbed up on your firm body.

"Sweetie, I'm gonna cum," he moaned as he pushed all of his energy.

Finally, in a burst of pleasure and ecstasy, they both finished.

Rick climbed off and slumped over next to you. You looked over at the big fat sweaty handsome behemoth of a soldier.

“Wanna go for a second round in the shower,” you joked with a grin.

He already had his eyes closed, drifting off to sleep with a snore.

“Eh, maybe next time,” you admitted. You cuddled up next to Rick, enjoying the warmth of his large soft naked body yet again.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

[PWOP. Yes, PWOP, the sound of an item appearing at a relevant location intrudes on Sollux's Abode, followed by a heavy THUD as something large falls about a foot to the ground. Whenever the mage would get around to looking at it, he'd find... a book? A fucking big book- large as a coffee table. No, not as large as the *top* of a coffee table, as large as the whole coffee table. What *is* this broad getting up to. A closer inspection reveals a few detail- the name of the Author, for one- Rose Lalonde. Beyond that, the cover, images of soaring beasts, tongues of flame flying through the air, men in robes gesticulating wildly- god damn it she's gifted you her shitty wizard fiction. Unbelievable. Although, wait, pulling up the cover reveals not pages, but an interior! Inside is an assortment of items- Its mostly food, some junk, some nice, all packed in pairs, two instances of each. Largely its just an assortment of items from Rose's Earth- things to snack on while gaming, but one pair of bags is a bit less corporate. Clear plastic, tied in a clearly handwrapped bow- and featuring a seal of a approval featuring a fairly hefty hand attempting to give a thumbs up. Seems the Seer has tried her hand at some bakemancy, for a more personal touch! Thats about the extent of it, a small trove of snacks, easily enough to last awhile for someone as metabolically sturdy and mostly dead as sollux, and- oh wait, one more thing in there, under a double set of liters of soda. Ah. An actual copy of her shitty wizard fiction, sized much more reasonably. Just in case he saw the big book and got excited, apparently- wouldn't want to fake someone out on Twosmas, after all!]

Sollux barely needed the incoming package alarm given the THUD that rang out from that behemoth's impact. At first he'd wondered if she tried to send herself or an avatar through, but figured there'd probably be some kind of flab bulging through the reinforced doors were that the case.

Instead his investigation treated him to the absolute stack of things Rose had sent him. Certainly enough to last him for the foreseeable future and then some. As for the book, well. That might take a little longer yet.

Wherever Rose was and on whatever device she was using, even in thin air if need be, a console opened.

"CA: thanks, lal0nde. i appreciate it a lot."

And he did.

[islandpcosjourney]

IVF/ICSI Day 1

22nd Sept 2023

Baseline scan & start of STIMS injections

We thought this day may never come. Or at least it felt like that every time we got word of a new delay. Still, once we knew we would be starting in September it was then a case of completing the online consents, waiting until my period arrived, phoning up the nursing station at the ACU in Ninewells that day to arrange my baseline scan for 2 days later, arranging travel with the local health board for the following day, packing up to go to my Mum's for the entire cycle (including the Royal National Mòd week straight after) and attending our first appointment in Dundee. I’m on SHORT PROTOCOL and it follows the natural progression of a monthly cycle, hence why I’m only away for an intensive few weeks vs a few months of back & forth appointments. Essentially this whole week has been a waiting game, knowing it was due to arrive but not being able to plan exactly when we'd be leaving the island.

As it turns out, we could make a "plan" for all eventualities in advance but at the last minute, when the plans were ready to execute, it all fell apart, or rather it all fell into place, in exactly the way God had planned it all along, we just weren't part of that particular planning process. Of course when my period arrived and I booked my baseline scan appointment, only then did we find out that all ferries were booked up for the following day, even via Tarbert and that we couldn't risk the freight because of the weather. So, quick turn-around of thinking involved a short prayer asking the Lord what we should do - the answer: fly down the day before and back again the day after, use Mum's car in-between - sorted! Then once Kevin leaves on Monday for work (5wks at sea) I'll pack up and take the car down to Mum's on Tuesday.

So, today's appointment went well. Having never been through an IVF cycle before, of course it was all new to us and we weren't sure what to expect, apart from the usual checks - formal ID, consent forms, BMI under 30, blood pressure, Blood Borne Viruses blood tests and internal scan to check that the lining of my uterus was thin enough and that I had no large cysts on my ovaries causing problems which would need addressing before being able to start. All were fine, except that the nurse really struggled to get any blood from me. One arm with a good vein attempted first, nope, nothing coming out, even after a wee poke & prod - gave up. Other arm, big vein too, but also nothing coming out, poking & prodding - quick prayer as I closed my eyes "God, please help the blood to flow out" - a wee while later, a small trickle started and she was able to fill 3/4 of the vial - thank goodness!

All that was left to do was to explain the medications and teach me how to self-inject - my biggest fear! I was so fortunate to have 2 friends recently give me good advice - to relax and do it on an out-breath and to do it quickly without hesitation - this gave me some level of confidence before hearing the nurse's advice but I still had some trepidation about actually being able to do it to myself (Kevin’s been looking forward to “stabbing” me 🤪) There seemed like there would be so much info to process but she actually explained it very well, wrote everything down and she made sure I had practiced putting the pen together, loading the cartridge and injecting a dummy piece of flab in the position underneath my belly button, a site where she highly suggested I use.

We were only there for 55mins - they're really very efficient in the unit and clearly know what they're doing and do it often enough that every question is covered before you even need to ask it for yourself. We left confident and not overwhelmed like last time at all - big smiles!

Tonight I had to inject myself for the first time, the beginning of the STIMS stage (ovarian stimulation) - at least 8 days of evening injections (to grow my follicles) and in 4 days time I'll be adding in a morning injection too (to suppress my ovaries so I don't ovulate before they trigger me to). I didn't feel overwhelmed by the process, I had Kevin by my side encouraging me and actually, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be and it really boosted my confidence that it didn't hurt and that I was able to look at the needle entering my skin and it didn't bother me!

None of the peace I feel in this process so far would be possible if it weren't for my faith in Jesus. I feel this veil of support over me, comforting me, calming me in challenging circumstances. We are very grateful to our minister who has put together a Prayer plan for us - bible readings and written prayers for us both to read/say at each major stage of this process - something I am so glad we requested as Kevin will be spending the remainder of this cycle at sea, unable to be with me but he can read the same passages as me and use the same words in Prayer to feel connected in a different way.

We are very grateful to all who have already been praying and will be continuing to pray for us. We feel the support of loved ones around us and that is really comforting. We are not going through this alone and that is so important that we include you all in our journey, for it takes a whole community to bring up a child and in this case, it involves a whole new community to make one too 🥰

Prayer points to consider:

Pray that the injections continue to be successful and that I build on today’s confidence.

Pray that I have limited side-effects from the medications.

Pray for Kevin as he prepares to leave for 5wks, the full duration of this cycle.

Pray also that we feel able to support each other effectively, at a distance.

Pray for the staff in Ninewells who are looking after us.

Pray for our journeys to/from the Island and Edinburgh/Dundee.

Pray for my Mum Christine as she prepares to support me in Kevin's absence.

Pray for the next stage of the process - the action scan on the 29th Sept, where my follicles will be measured. They are looking for 2 or 3 follicles to reach 17/18mm before moving onto the next stage. If they are not, then I continue on STIMS and return for another scan a couple of days later.

Throughout all of this, we are simply taking it one day/step at a time & we are so blessed to have reached this first stage to now progress forward.

Thank you so much for your continued support.

Love to you all xxx

[mariatogel]

Unlocking the Potential of SARMS: Your Ultimate Guide to Safe and Effective Use

Hey there, fitness warriors and health enthusiasts! If you're diving into the world of performance-enhancing supplements, you've likely come across the buzz about SARMS – Selective Androgen Receptor Modulators. These bad boys are making waves in the fitness and bodybuilding scene, promising gains without the pains of traditional steroids. But before you jump on the SARMS train, let's pump the brakes and dig into the nitty-gritty. I'm Anderson Cooper, your guide through this SARMS jungle, and together, we'll navigate the terrain, separating fact from fiction.

The SARMS Scoop: What You Need to Know Before You Buy

Picture this: you're scrolling through your favorite online supplement store or maybe strolling through the aisles of your local supplement shop. SARMS are beckoning, promising muscle gains and performance boosts. But, and here's the big BUT, not all that glitters is gold. SARMS might seem tempting, but there's a hitch – they aren't all created equal, and some might even be swimming in murky waters how to buy sarms .

The Hidden Dangers of the SARMS Sea

SARMS might be the shiny new thing, but tread carefully, my friends. Many SARMS haven't earned their golden seal of approval from the powers that be. That means they might be flying under the radar, slipping through the cracks of legality and safety. There's no denying it – some SARMS could be as harmful as that rollercoaster that always leaves you feeling queasy.

Steering Clear of Trouble: How to Buy SARMS Wisely

Now, I'm not here to rain on your SARMS parade, but I am here to make sure you stay dry in the storm. When it comes to snagging SARMS, you've got to be smart. Look for the beacons of trust – those reputable sellers who lay it all out on the table. You want the whole enchilada – details about ingredients, dosages, and yes, even potential side effects. And don't just take their word for it – take a detour to Reviewsville. Your fellow fitness warriors are your best navigators. If others have braved the SARMS waters before you, their tales will guide you.

Navigating Legality: SARMS and the Law

Hey, I get it. The promise of muscle growth and power is tempting, but you've got to know if you're playing in the right sandbox. SARMS might be legal in some places, while in others, they're the forbidden fruit. Imagine investing your time, money, and dreams into something, only to find out it's a no-go in your neck of the woods. So, before you dive headfirst into the SARMS ocean, make sure you're not breaking any rules that could land you in hot water.

Unmasking SARMS: Beyond the Hype

Alright, warriors, let's dive a little deeper into what makes SARMS tick. You've heard the whispers – they're like steroids but without the drama. And you know what? There might be some truth to that. SARMS are like a laser-guided missile, targeting those androgen receptors responsible for muscle growth and bone density. But they're selective, folks, which means they're honing in on the good stuff and hopefully leaving the bad behind sarms price .

The Perks of Popping SARMS

Now, let's talk turkey. Why are these SARMS creating such a buzz? Well, imagine this: increased muscle mass without the baggage of those moody mood swings or potential liver damage. Sounds like a dream, right? SARMS are like your personal fitness fairy, granting you:

1. Hulk-like Muscle Mass: SARMS wave their magic wands at those androgen receptors, telling your muscles, "Grow, baby, grow!" The result? You could be flexing the biceps which would make the Hulk himself jealous.

2. Superhuman Strength and Stamina: SARMS is like your secret weapon, giving you an edge in the gym. You could be squatting and bench-pressing like a champ, leaving mere mortals in the dust.

3. Goodbye, Flab; Hello, Fab: If you're looking to shed that stubborn fat, SARMS might be your knight in shining armor. They could help you kick fat to the curb while preserving your precious muscle mass.

4. Speedy Recovery: We all know that feeling after a killer workout – you can barely lift a spoon, let alone dumbbells. But SARMS might speed up your body's recovery time, so you can hit the gym sooner than you can say "bicep curls."

5. Fewer Drama Queens: Unlike those steroids that come with a laundry list of side effects, SARMS could be the drama-free zone you've been searching for. Say goodbye to mood swings and liver woes, and hello to gains and gains.

SARMS: The Not-So-Sunny Side

Now, before you sprint to the nearest supplement store, let's take a pit stop and chat about the not-so-pretty side of SARMS. Yes, even these mighty supplements have their Achilles' heels. So, before you ride the SARMS wave, brace yourself for:

1. Hormonal Hijinks: SARMS might be playing puppeteer with your hormones. Think lower testosterone levels, estrogen rollercoasters, and even a potential hit to your swimmers' count.

2. Unfriendly to Your Liver: SARMS might be a bit of a tough love situation for your liver. While they might not be as harsh as traditional steroids, they could still give your liver a run for its money.

3. Heart Check: SARMS could be flexing the muscles in your cardiovascular system, upping your blood pressure, and potentially inviting the heart disease party to town. Though let's be clear, the guest list isn't confirmed just yet.

4. Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow: If you're genetically predisposed to rocking the bald look, certain SARMS might accelerate your journey to chrome-domed glory.

5. Acne Invasion: Remember those high school days when your face was your canvas for zits and pimples? Well, some SARMS could bring that nostalgic feeling back, courtesy of hormonal imbalances.

6. Mood Swings: While you might think of yourself as unflappable, SARMS could toss a curveball your way, leading to mood changes, anxiety, and irritability.

The SARMS Saga: The Final Chapter

As we near the finish line, my fitness warriors, remember this – SARMS might be a game-changer, but they're not a one-size-fits-all solution. They're like that intriguing novel you can't put down, with twists, turns, and unanswered questions. The long-term effects? A mystery yet to be unraveled. So, before you embark on this SARMS adventure, consult your healthcare professional. They'll help you decipher fact from fiction and decide if SARMS are your fitness fairy tale ending or a chapter best left unturned.

So, there you have it, fellow fitness seekers! The SARMS journey – a rollercoaster of potential, pitfalls, and a lot of science talk. Remember, the key to unlocking those gains lies in your hands, but it's a journey best taken with eyes wide open and a guide like yours truly by your side. Stay strong, stay smart, and may your fitness dreams become a reality!

[the-firebird69]

So max heard our son and he said you're using technology of these idiots to try and get stuff and it says okay and you're out front and we know what you're doing and he didn't say anything for a while he said it's my business and I can't help it you're not your daddy let me take advantage of it so he said I don't care at all and so going forwards and we're going to take him down instead of him fixing himself. And the three in prisoner of blaming these girls and not really to blame it was the enemy up there so put them in there and they keep blaming them and doing stuff to them so we went ahead and we started to investigate what they're doing for cuz I kept on seeing you said it to them and then the blabbing all the stuff out so we went after them and we found out the women are telling secrets to try and protect themselves an hour attacking trumpsters in the USA and Max is going after them and the girl is a trumpster and she's mad cuz she has no place to go. So our son calls my coward and says it's the enemy and he's saying they're talking this is not going to twist your head off the guy goes when you like to this is I'm sitting here killing you and stuff and you don't care at all he said I'm just going to keep killing you and taking all your stuff it's always we don't care about that anymore I said good you know little baby I have no problem taking candy from baby that's a Mac closet too just like you f*** you just know that I'm getting ready for a lot worse than what he thinks so he turns around and says he's going to finish you it's none of your business either you're small very very small and soon your army want exist sleep proud about your mistakes which there's so many. So he says I'll fly right after waking up I said I don't really think that's wicked valuable from my perspective you won't bother me so you're going to use up until you're all gone. Kept on talking and stopped and they said we're wrong and we're going to die we have to stop him so that really helps over the past 4 or 5 years to build up forces here to stop you from grabbing me. She says what haven't you done that you can't see us wow can't can't see any of it none of it and one of your big mouth so as you can see a few things lots of Max doing stuff. He's horrified he says have some mercy on us this is a cat you won't allow me to it's running around town saying they're doing it they're killing all these Max they're going to be here in a minute and we keep opening her mouth so shut them up so we shut him up but he'll be back he's in a famous movie shortly where he dies a horrible death horrible

There's several things happening here one is you pukes won't stop arguing and we're taking you down as you're talking any of you who sit there and flab at a single distracting us I'm looking right at you and I can see what you're doing is that ordering stuff we start going after you

Her son says when you find out what the clan is done or part of it we all be humble enough to accept your own deaths including the max as you'll see what you've ruined that your people had. :::Mac Daddy's is probably it's way too much it's over the top and we screwed up as a matter of fact his brother may have taken it over if it's that huge we shouldn't even be bothering him but he's not our kind so we have to:::. The max said that the last three sentences and he is emphasized because of what he's saying it's not using it our son and daughter are ours and our kind but he's definitely not these people and they want to see how he did it and all that good stuff but really these people like the power to do it and every day that goes by they become more and more powerless and bigger bigger mouths.

There's a ton of people here that need to leave last night 10% no it's 10 households went to the line and 10 more went later on 10 households returned partially they lost 30% or 35% of their members that's how it works and 10 are gone it brings it to 80 households. It's a very odd case and it's about Mrs Johnson who was killed just the other day yesterday and Jacob bumpass was arrested and he's the one who escaped yeah and Georgia and this is pre-recorded they don't know he got out but The Three idiots and they don't see why it's important if they get a little happy when you say Trump and others got out and who cares he goes in jail and prison every day the point is that it's in Williamsburg one of the Carolinas and that's the problem it's very symbolic that they dropped her off there and she she is a woman that's one of theirs but they mean Mac and what they say is to go after the Max and they're ruling areas and they're probably going to get killed today quite a bit and it is the Macklemore

We're going to publish this now because it's important

And yes they have resumed attacks on the empire bases and it really continued and on the factories and now in areas and they're getting an accident to them they're about 5% this morning it's 3,000 trillion percentage point and it's going down but slowly across the board but really they are going out if they have half the force built up they did yesterday it's going to be gone and they'll be gone today what's the percentage is wrong and people say we think there's more than if they're saying it but we say is they do have some more and we're going to announce it later cuz their numbers are ridiculous

Thor Freya

We have calculations from 5 to 8%. It's kind of tough cuz we move around a lot. But they're dwindling very fast and getting erased as well in the public areas of the populace they are getting killed a lot no one wants them same stuff they're dumb faces dumb routines we don't have time for it. I don't have time for all this crap they're doing but they're dying very fast I'll be gone shortly and I need within the month and that's not a very long time to wait although we have to act on it

Mac

We had tons and tons of these assholes up in the wall and we offended them all off in this Wisconsin and Nebraska and they're about 2,000 octillion each and it's like a percentage in the Dead and they lost about 5% or four and a half percent other activities yesterday there's a big number is happening now and they're going down it's a huge huge battle. It was a huge battle it was sitting on for a bigger one and so going to cordon off the lake Superior and we're going to do it shortly and if it's chilled it's in the Ohio and they checked it but there's going to be a lot of people running up there it's going to free up a lot of stuff. We're going to make the Bradley GT kit car in our facilities and we don't want to mess around with you idiots anymore and we mean you more luck you're such a pain in the ass and you're such an idiots it's not worth talking to you anymore and you have no train of thought and don't care if you need stuff we're also going to start taking over companies and big ones and right now

GE, GTE, raytheon, Boeing, Mcdonnel douglas, genpak, Intel, Celeron, and all sorts of other tech companies and defense contractors were moving on now and we're also going to take over big companies that are making computers for the population like deck IBM compact gateway Dell and more Wang and there are hundreds of them that were taking over and you no longer going to have computing ability. I'm going after cell phone companies tons of them it's going to be a much easier job all the big ones Androids and Apple Motorola and we are going after the people who are in the way our fmdos are some money rfmd they oweour sonmoney. We're going after them with the vengeance and we're going to take them down and we're going to rename them and use the company stuff and build stuff and what we want know what you want we're taking over the automobile industry and the factories in your areas I'm going to employ your people if you don't want a job you don't have to work there and some people have to work for a living and some people want to take the plant over that's how it's going to go. Today on the docket to start taking over the citgo and all the gas stations and we also have Mobil gas and we're going to take them over and Shell oil we were grouping and to take over the final 20% we are moving in and we are doing construction here let me find out that your company is not run for s*** and you're horrible people to everyone we all mentally affected weak and angry and hostile because of Tommy f. Is it deranged lunatic and his stuff is above you but his stuff was below the clans and we don't care about that we are above them and granted we admit you probably don't have a chance it really tell me if doesn't have much of one.

Along with all these companies were taking over and going to take over a great deal of territory and it's going to be above and beyond the middle areas in the upper Midwest areas those were tired of you I'm going to begin our offensive shortly

Thor Freya

It has a decisive effect and it works for us and we have to do it because you people are nasty on repeats of crap we're going to honor any agreements of any kind no matter what you're doing in your irritating to a flaw and your demands me in a fight every 5 minutes granted tons of you die but it's across the board so you're mentally ill and we have to take over because you're forcing it

Olympus

[votestaynight2]

5th Day - Bonnie and Clyde (Scene 3 Attempt 2)

"――――!" I don't look back as I jump. I use the corner of the hallway as a shield and jump sideways with all my might――――!

I slide into the hallway. "Damn――――!" I hear Tohsaka cluck her tongue as something heavy hits the wall. "Wait――――what did she just do――――!?" I get back up and look behind me.

…The wall. The wall I was standing in front of until now is smoking. And… To be more precise, there are three fist-sized burn marks on the wall.

"――――――――" It's a projectile weapon――――no, that thing is a "curse" that'll infect the target with a disease.

The Gandr Shot Tohsaka was talking about should be something from the Northern European rune, an indirect curse that worsens the disease of the one being pointed at. Its effect is to worsen someone's illness, so it shouldn't be something with any physical effect.

But Tohsaka's Gandr Shot is made with such dense magical energy that it looks like a bullet. The problem is, its power is like that of a bullet as well.

Wow, as expected of Tohsaka. It's such a brutal use of force, making a slow curse into an immediate curse.

"Wait, is she trying to kill me!?" "I told you so!" I hear her running after me.

"――――!" I instantly get myself together. ―――There's no time to think. I have to run for now…!

"Hallway. No, hallway's bad――――!" The hallway's straight. Tohsaka's using a projectile weapon, so she'll shoot me in the back if I run down here.

"Don't move――――!" Tohsaka sprints out from the corner. Just before that… I jump into the room beside me, room 2-F.

She shoots the Gandr Shots through the hallway. It seems she shot it right after she ran into the hallway…!

"Damn, I can't fight against that thing…! How can she tell me to fight!? I'm no match for her…!" I look around the room in a hurry. Is there any protection? Isn't there a shield, an armor, or a bulletproof vest in here..!?

"Crap, she's here――――!" Her footsteps stop in front of the classroom. …I'm sure she saw me run in here. Then she must be wary of my setting up an ambush――――

"No way. Am I an idiot――――!?" I run. I run from the back of the room to the door in front of the room. In that instant… The Gandr Shots are mercilessly shot into the classroom――――!

Geez, she's shooting them like crazy. The bullets go through the walls, hitting everything in the classroom.

"…! Ouch, it skimmed my back!" It would've gotten me if I hadn't moved.

"!? No way! Why are you still standing!?" Tohsaka Rin jumps into the classroom. We're about four meters apart, in the front and in the back of the classroom. We glare at each other again――――no, there's no time for that…!

I jump out into the hallway. Running into a room isn't a good option. I'll have to run to the stairs over there!

"!" Man, she's really merciless! It just scraped my head! Hey, it scraped my sides as well!

"Ou, ou, ouch…! Damn, are you serious!? I won't be all right if I get hit with that thing!" "Of course not…! Stop if you don't want to get hurt! I'll finish you off quickly if you do stop―――!"

The bullets fly through the hallway. Actually, the sounds are like those of real bullets!

"Wait, are you really shooting Gandr Shots!? I can only hear murderous intent in that sound!"

"Shut up! Don't run away! I'm getting irritated because my target's moving…!" Tohsaka says as she fires. "Man! This is like giving a knife to―――!" "Hey, that's it!!" The sound of firing echoes in the hallway. But I made it. I reach the stairs in the nick of time.

"Ha――――Haa, haa, ha――――!" I run down the stairs. I've won since I made it this far. I run down the stairs and reach the landing. Tohsaka shouldn't be able follow me if I make it to the first floor――――

―――I gasp. Tohsaka took a shortcut by jumping over the railing of the stairs.

…To put it simply… I have to get past that glaring Tohsaka to make it down to the first floor.

"―――I'm surprised. You're pretty agile. I thought you said you had flab." "――――――――" Oh. Some veins are showing in Tohsaka's forehead now.

It's scary how used I'm getting to this. The instant I realize it's coming, I jump sideways and hear the bullets hit the wall beside me.

I run down the hallway in the other direction. The good news is that I'm down to the second floor. If I'm able to run away and make it down to the first floor, I'm sure Tohsaka won't――――

"Damn, you're still following me!? You're persistent, Tohsaka! Give up already!" "You're the persistent one! I won't kill you, so give up already…!"

―――I don't know if it's because she's serious or if she's mad about me running away. Tohsaka's Gandr Shots are loud enough now that it'll have people calling the cops. "Hii…! This isn't the time to be worrying about such things――――!" Being more powerful means that the bullets are bigger. The "curse" that was just hot when it scraped me, is now burning everything it touches.

"――――Ou……!" The Gandr Shot scrapes my leg. ―――My speed goes down. As soon as I figure out she'll catch up before I make it to the stairs, I jump into the room beside me.

"――――!" I go into the classroom and move to the window side. …Well, what should I do? I should be able to jump down from the second floor. If I'm going to get shot at, I might as well try escaping from here.

"――――Das Schlie[szlig]en. Vogelk[auml]fig, Echo." I hear Tohsaka's voice from the hallway. Something like a thin membrane surrounds the classroom.

"――――――A boundary field…?" The instant I notice that the boundary field has soundproof effects, I figure out what Tohsaka's going to do.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!" I jump to the wall.

――――I feel a strong magic being activated.

I crouch down, tip over a desk, and hide behind it.

――――This isn't like the Gandr Shots she fired up till now.

I close my eyes and place my hand on the desk.

――――She's casting a spell. Even though she has help from the Magic Crest, Tohsaka is casting her spell.

Will I make it? No, I have to make it. I skip every manufacturing process, the process of making another nerve in my spine, and frantically pour magical energy into the desk…!

"Fixierung, Eile Salve――――!"

"Trace, on――――!"

Lights and sounds explode. It's an ordinary day after school. The ordinary classroom turns into a dance floor in an instant.

――――Dancing desks. Comparing the bundle of magical energy aimed at the classroom to a pistol is an understatement. As it's shot without pause over a wide range, it's more like a machine gun.

I don't know what kind of a "curse" is in the magical energy, but it's strong enough to be visible to the human eye. As it has mass, it destroys everything it touches. The desks are running crazy like a person on fire. My eardrums are already screwed up from the sound of the dancing desks and the echoing bullets.

This is more like a battlefield than a dance floor. But still, I don't see any cracks in the windows. It must be the boundary field Tohsaka set up. This room is a closed space now. It seems one can enter this space, but not leave.

The bullets fired in here are no exception, as the sounds don't escape this room. …Geez. Tohsaka's angry, but she's still acting like a magus――――!

"――――!" I put as much magical energy as I can produce into the desk used as a shield. The only magic I can use is the "strengthening" magic. I strengthen the desk to defend myself against this rain of magical energy.

"Guh――――!" But it's only for a brief moment. My strengthening magic will only endure this barrage of bullets for about three seconds. As a result, I have to redo the strengthening magic right when it wears off, and repeat this process――――

"Damn, does she have infinite magical energy――――!?"

The rain does not stop. …Maybe Tohsaka knows what's going on in this classroom. She might be still attacking because she knows I'm blocking her attacks like this. Then this rain would stop when――――

"…When my magical energy runs out, huh?" I slump my shoulders while concentrating on the desk. …Well, let's compare our endurance! Let's have a match to see who'll give up first――――!

"――――I give up." The match is decided in a flash. It feels like I've gotten knocked out 15 seconds into the first round. I'm not wounded, and I have lots of stamina left. But I can't do anything if my magical energy runs out.

"…But man." I look out from behind the desk. I can't see the classroom too well because of the smoke. I hear a sound. My hand bumps into something on the floor. "It's the leg of a chair. She really did destroy this place." Well, I guess it could be used as a weapon. I pick up the stick and put my remaining magical energy into it. "―――It worked. Wow, I'm perfect when it really counts."

I swing the stick I "strengthened". …Well. It won't do me any good to just stand here. I'll be dead if she attacks again. Maybe I used too much magical energy, as I can't even stand up.

"――――Gah, kah." And this smoke isn't letting me breathe.

"She's smoking me out, huh? She's got it all down." Tohsaka is experienced in fighting. She'll just corner me if I stay here. …I know she's waiting for me in the hallway, but I can't escape out the window because of the boundary field.

"――――――――" I make up my mind and head to the hallway. My feet are still numb. I move the wreckage of desks and crawl into the smoke before me. And on the other side is…

"―――Heh. You finally came out, Emiya-kun." Tohsaka is waiting for me, her shoulders heaving.

"……" I glare at her and manage to stand up. The numbness in my feet is temporary, so I think I could move them if I wanted to.

But it's not like running would do me any good. Tohsaka's just tired from running, and she has plenty of magical energy left. Unlike myself, whose magical energy is depleted, Tohsaka's just out of physical energy. If we resume our battle, I'm sure she'll shoot me down without hesitation.

"It's over. Throw away that weird weapon. You can't win now." Tohsaka declares her victory.

"……" Oh, that pisses me off. I know it's reckless, but I can't help it if it makes me mad.

"…We won't know until we try. Don't say such a thing when your shoulders are heaving like that, idiot." I raise the leg of the chair to show that I'm resisting to the very end.

"―――I see. All right. I was going to be kind to you if you were going to give up, but I guess that was unnecessary courtesy. Let me apologize to you beforehand." She smiles. I wish she wouldn't make an ominous smile like that.

"Why apologize? I won't forgive you for this even if you apologize."

"I'm apologizing for what's going to happen, Emiya-kun. I can't hold back if you're resisting, right? I can't apologize to you if I happen to kill you accidentally."

"――――……!" She's serious…! Well, she did seem serious, but I guess that made her really serious. I finally realize that I'm in a hopeless situation…!

"Oh, did you finally realize the situation you're in? I'm glad. If you said something absent-minded even in a situation like this, I would've done something." "Ugh――――What do you mean by 'something'?"

"――――――――" She glares at me. …I see. I guess this is what she meant by being absent-minded.

"――――This is your final warning. Throw away that weapon and give me your Command Spell. It'll rip off the nerves in your arm in the worst case, but it's better than losing your life, right?"

"――――――――" Give up my Command Spell? My Command Spell isn't something I can hand to her, and most of all―――

"…No. I can't do that." "…I see. Let me ask you why."

"I can't give you my Command Spell. That's like telling me to betray Saber." "…I see. I'll give you three seconds. It's your life, so you decide."

Tohsaka raises her left hand. I bet she'll release her Gandr Shot the instant I refuse. I―――