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the glutton. by sara2444, literature
Literature
the glutton.
You waddle to the fridge. I can hear your panting and wheezing and grunting for the effort of moving your gelatinous body. You're addicted to glutting that doughy body. You're never full, even when you're not hungry. You chew and slurp and pour thousands of calories down your throat. Meanwhile, your fatty form pleads for mercy. You know what the doctor said. You're already morbidly obese -- even with all your supposed dieting -- and your cholesterol is still climbing, your sugars are all off. You're so massive that you're winding from the effort of standing on your weak knees in front of the fridge.
Do you even care? You can barely hold your
The American Obesity Problem by LightningRodOfHate, literature
Literature
The American Obesity Problem
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fi
Not Done Yet by FatBoySkinnyGirl, literature
Literature
Not Done Yet
I've never been one for leaving the house.
Yeah, there's fun things to do outdoors: sports, the beach, exercising. If you're into that stuff. Thing is, I'm not. Never have been. I prefer staying inside where the boiling sun or thrashing rain of our city's bipolar weather can't harm me. Though I watch a fair amount of sport, I don't enjoy playing. Too much effort, really.
I am most certainly a home body. TV, the internet, video games, all of that kind of stuff. Believe me, it's a rare time when I bother leaving my bedroom, let alone the house. I've got my own TV and couch, an en suite, and my beloved stash of junk food and energy drinks bene
Religion and Marriage in Imperial Norway by vieregg, literature
Literature
Religion and Marriage in Imperial Norway
Naturally, when making characters one might touch upon things like religion, marriages, and traditions. For Imperial Norway, I am leaning on the fact that Nazis were actually very into Pagan stuff, and I think Neo Nazis still are. Thor and Odin was a big thing. In other words, it makes sense for a futuristic fascist Matriarchy to be into old norse traditions. It cannot just be reflected in their name choices but also in religion. But there are a couple of things to keep in mind here which may be unfamiliar to, especially Americans. My experience with the US is that religion is much more personal, while in Norway religion is much more about cultural heritage. I jokingly call myself a Lutheran atheist as I don't believe in God but are part of the church and follow normal Christian traditions. This is very normal in Norway: Not believing in God but still being part of the church and those traditions. The pagan beliefs called Åsatru should be viewed in similar fashion in Imperial Norway.
Fatter ex-swimmer by Hlobart, literature
Literature
Fatter ex-swimmer
This a story for SilverPathfinder writing contest. Category: Only Fat Promt: Getting Dressed – Secondly, who even wears thong panties to a party not going to seduce anyone? – Erica asked. – I'm wearing! – Lily replied, smiling broadly. – But why? Erica looked at her fat girlfriend with puzzlement. – Because you know about it, – Lily explained. – I can imagine how much you will want me when we get home! Erica blushed. Yes, indeed, the very thought of Lily's soft curves awakened in her an unrestrained desire. However, admitting it was still unusual. – I don't think I'm going to wear a bra, otherwise I won't fit into a dress, – her well-rounded girlfriend said meanwhile. As proof, she jumped – and with her, her big tits and fat belly jumped and quivered like jelly. Erica could no longer restrain herself – she went up to Lily and passionately kissed her on the lips. Then, after sex, when they were lying on the bed, catching their breath, the fat girl said: – You could have waited until
