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Not often, but occasionally Brutella has shown up on the same earth more than once and not actually destroyed it. She is never quite aware if this is a repeat jump or not, neither has she cared. But this jump was her fourth return to the same reality and it became immediately obvious. Brutella poofs into existence. She is surrounded by thousands of people, as she looks down at them she notices she is wearing her now classic black bikini with skull and crossbones. Strangely though, so are many of the people here too. Most of those who are not are dressed as her or beings in her sphere. There were Maybelles, Dozers, Nemesis, the Twins, among them the more obscure characters. The were of all shapes and sizes, as well as quality of costumes. Though the were all confined to the size and proportions of human. All but a could far off she can see a size accurate Brutella, likely people in stilts and foam bodies. All around her was merchandise with her name as a logo. Action figures, movie

*** She-Hulk is sleeping naked in her bed. Her head is on a fluffy pillow, and she looks like an angel as she sleeps. Her body is covered with muscles, but even so it's hard to believe that such a woman was once a lawyer who specialized in corporate law. She has the kind of breasts you have to see for yourself to fully appreciate, and they're just part of the package. She's on top of the world. For now. But there will be no more sleep tonight. Not for this beautiful woman. The full moon is rising over Manhattan, and she can't wait to get started. It won't be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. While she's sleeping, her body is building muscle memory. Biceps ? Check. Triceps ? Check. Abs? Well, maybe not quite yet...but she'll have them soon enough. As the moon rises higher and higher into the night sky, She-Hulk starts to feel it. Her biceps start to flex up and down, and then her arms spread out from her sides. Her hands begin to curl back and forth, like she's trying to crush

I need some assistance. I'm trying to establish a workout mechanic for the subsystem, and here's what I've got so far (pf2e only for now): WORKING OUT: You have been divinely blessed with a supernatural ability to build muscle and grow stronger. You can attempt to gain bonuses to your strength attribute modifier equal to your Muscle Level which are in addition to any other attribute boosts you might normally achieve. To do this requires meeting workout point thresholds and advancing your Muscle Level. Your Muscle Level represents the amount of muscle you've gained, and is equal to your STR bonus. It is independent from, and can never exceed, your character level. Each day of adventuring automatically adds 1 workout point. Days of downtime activities such as Travel, Shopping, Crafting, or the like, are not sufficiently strenuous for physical hypertrophy and muscle growth. Adventuring includes days where a combat encounter occurred, putting physical strain on your muscles. Thus, as you adventure, fight monsters, and strain your muscles this way, you will naturally grow in muscular size and strength over time. If you focus on hypertrophy in the gym, however, you can considerably speed this process up. You can spend a day of downtime to add more workout points by performing the workout downtime activity. ----------------- WORKOUT (downtime activity) Cost - 3 protein rich rations or equivalent amount of food; access to a gym with weights of appropriate level Effect - You spend your downtime heavily working out and eating a protein-rich diet to maximize strength gains and muscular hypertrophy. Attempt a Muscle Growth Lore check against a Hard DC for your Muscle Level. Your workout dice are equal to your class HP. For example, a fighter would roll a d10, while a wizard would roll a d6. • Critical Success - You achieve better than normal results in your lifts causing your muscles to grow much bigger and stronger! Roll double the dice. • Success - you've successfully strained your muscles to the point where they can grow. Roll your workout dice as normal. • Failure - You work harder, but your form is off and you need to try again to achieve measurable results. • Critical Failure - You injure yourself while working out and become Clumsy 2 until you can properly recover. You cannot workout until after you've succeeded at a Hard DC medicine check for your Muscle Level which takes a full day of resting. You are still fatigued the day after recovering from your injury. The day spent recovering also costs you a workout point. Regardless of the result, you're fatigued the next day. If you spend more than a day without working out or adventuring, however, you lose a cumulative number of workout points increasing by 1 each day you don't work out or adventure. ------------------------------ Workout points needed to advance muscle level: Muscle Level --> Workout Points needed 0 --> default (normally unaltered character) 1 --> 3 2 --> 7 3 --> 14 4 --> 25 5 --> 42 6 --> 57 7 --> 72 8 --> 91 9 --> 111 10 --> 131 11 --> 151 12 --> 171 13 --> 191 14 --> 211 15 --> 231 16 --> 251 17 --> 271 18 --> 292 19 --> 311 20 --> 331 ------------------------------- For a tangible example, let's say adventurer May is out and about. She's a sprightly little level 1 Ranger and wants to get stronger for her adventures ahead. She's already been adventuring and killing monsters for 2 days straight now, so she already has 2 Workout Points. Just by adventuring she's already close to gaining her first Muscle Level and that much closer to getting a bonus to her Strength Attribute modifier. But she wants to get stronger, faster. So she finds a gym and decides to pump some iron. Thankfully, she's Trained in Muscle Growth Lore and attempts a DC 17 check. She has a +5 bonus to her Muscle Growth Lore check, and spends the whole day working out, eating plenty of food, and rolls..... a 22! Not too shabby. That's a success! So she gets to roll her workout dice. Since she's a Ranger, she uses a d10 and rolls.... a 6! Just above average, and that brings her Workout Points to 8. She only needs 7 Workout Points to advance to Muscle Level 2, but because her character level is only 1, she maxes out at Muscle Level 1. She still retains her remaining Workout Points though, and if she levels up before gaining more Workout Points, she will automatically gain her second Muscle Level. ------------------------- So hopefully that makes sense and works as intended. But back to my request for assistance. What I need help is deciding a gym upgrade system. I want to add a way for players/GMs to have a base camp or a hub town or whatever with a gym they can customize and upgrade. To that end, they'll need ways to improve their gym and give them tangible benefits to improving their muscle growth journey! Ideas I have so far: - Heavier Dumbbells: they would add extra dice for when you roll your Workout Points (2d10, 3d10, etc) - Treadmill/Track: add a bonus to your speed for the next day - Posing Mirror: - Bench: can add Str mod to the amount you gain from Workout rolls (2d10+Str, etc) But I want more than that. Any suggestions? I can fiddle with the balance on my own, unless you've got ideas, but any inspiration is helpful. Even just mentioning the equipment and possible area of concern one might benefit from them could help! Thanks, and hopefully I get the next update before 2026!!

‘So, what do I call you then? She-Hulk? Hulk-Girl? How about She-Brute?’ I spat at Michelle as she sat high and mighty in her arm chair. Flicking at the leather as she barely reacted to my childish insults. I mean, that is exactly what they were, not that I care. After all, if she was gonna do anything to me, she would have done it by now. No, instead she sat smugly knowing she had a hold on everything. Feels like David and Goliath honestly. Somehow David won. Then again, he didn’t fight a woman that could seduce him while breaking him like a Kit-Kat. Tom was no help, despite me literally holding him to keep his shakes reduced, I could feel his attrition against my thigh and palm. His clammy hands made it rather like holding a wet towel. My mind was racing with conjecture trying to remedy the fact that one, my boss was a well you know. And Tom, the man I confided in knew the whole time. The mind tries to contemplate what that means. It was all too much. My body found itself shaking at the tempo of Tom. So in a way, it felt like we were both sitting still. Nah, I can’t do this. Not now. Realising the conversation was heading nowhere, I rose from the chair and glared at Michelle. She looked me up and down with the nuance of a brick. God, what a bitch. This unit of a woman was both terrifying and insufferable. Not sure how that works but there you go. The way in which Michelle literally exploded off her clothes was concerning. I don’t want to be like her. The realisation that one day I will resemble that without the ability to change back to my 5ft 6 original form. Christ, it feels so long ago. Who was she? I’m not sure I recognise her anymore. A tear began to fall from my eye. Before allowing Michelle to notice, I wiped it away. ‘Do you have anything I can change into?’ Her lip curled once again into that cursed grin as she squinted her eyes at me. She sat back in the chair, her radiance of cunt stature was too strong to ignore. ‘Not a fan of my old uniform then? Personally I couldn’t take it off. Feels like a drug doesn’t it?’ She leaned forward as her fingers dug into the furniture with ease. ‘After all, you haven’t even bloomed yet. Ha…’ I stared at her with the same expression. ‘Upstairs, second door on the left.’ Without another word, I walked away from her and Tom, climbing each stair; it was clear the whole house was built for Michelle’s current form. The steps were so far apart it was a stretch to ascend. Reaching the landing, my hand pushed the second door open and slammed it shut as I entered. This room epitomised Michelle. A bookshelf of books with so much dust it was clear they were there just for show. A long birch carved wardrobe sat next to- oh you know what who fucking cares! Without another thought, I unzipped the one piece and threw it at the door. Kicking the boots off as they flew there too. Physically ripping the gloves off, I sat on the queen sized bed at the back of the room. Head in my palms, I reflected on what had happened over the last week. What was the purpose? The creation of me? The set-up. There’s no other word for it, by someone I thought I could trust. Relieving my head from my hands, I stared at my emerald green complexion as my bicep tensed. I don’t know if this is what I wanted. How can I? I wouldn’t have had a choice in the matter. After all, it’s like an addiction. I feel as if I’m being taken over like Frodo and the one ring. How can anything I say and do be truly my will anymore? Staring at a mirror in the corner of the room, I stared at a woman who I didn’t recognise and she terrified me. This week felt like a Friday night. Now I’m living a Monday morning. How can someone like me function in society? Thanks to Michelle, I’m unemployed. Cho is. Oh Jesus what have I done. If only there were a reset button for all this. Would I do anything different? Could I do anything different? The door creaked open. Tom walked in as he shut the door carefully. I looked up at him briefly as I noticed what he was looking at. It had only occurred to me now that I was sitting with everything on display. It didn’t feel sexy or confident anymore. It felt exposing. Reaching over for the quilt I wrapped it around my form. Tom noticed this and advanced slightly. ‘Um, you gonna come down honey?’ I darted my eyes at him. He got the message as he nodded and began to walk around the room, shaking still. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ He stopped in his tracks. ‘Tell you what?’ Gesturing to myself, I stood up showing my full length to him. His eyes started to stare at all of me. I clicked to grab his attention once again. ‘Am I good enough for you now? Is this what you want? Because if it is, that’s fine. But why didn’t you tell me before all of this?’ He began to speak but then fumbled his words as he put his hands in his pockets. ‘Why go through the trouble of “finding a costume” on a site? Does it even exist? Why pay for something your sister owns? Like why out of everything would she want this for me? I don’t understand any of it. I love you babe but I can’t… I can’t.’ Sitting back on bed, I felt my breathing increasing once again. Tom sensed this and rushed to my hands to stroke them as he met my eyes. ‘Me too.’ Those two words echoed through me playing in my head over and over again as something clicked in my head. ‘Do you love me?’ Tom blinked suddenly and loosened his grip slightly. He looked away before meeting me again. ‘Yeah. Of course I do honey. You know that.’ ‘Say it.’ He stroked me again. Looking to me once again. ‘I think we’re at the point where we think. Do we ever need to say it?’ A knife in the heart. It was the most painful feeling I’ve ever felt. I couldn’t comprehend what I was hearing. The reveal in which was hidden in plain sight but was never addressed. Tom doesn’t. No. But why? What did I do? Am I stupid? Why didn’t I realise it? I can’t. I feel sick. But thanks to my new metabolism I can’t throw up. So this feeling was hell. ‘Let go of my hands.’ Tom’s demeanour changed as he tightened his grip on my hands. Not that I could feel the pressure he was placing. ‘Honey you look amazing though! Michelle was right you turned out better than we expected. Just beautiful I mean we could-‘ ‘Tom, let go of my hands. Please.’ He paused before starting again. ‘No no it’s just you and me were fine. Just you and me. Look at what you’ve become assertive, gorgeous, powerful-‘ ‘Tom!’ I slipped my hands away easily from him. He started to place his arm around mine. Instinctively I pulled away. Standing once again trying to compose myself as I spoke. ‘I don’t see why those things should matter.’ I turned away from him, looking at the night sky outside the window as the rain beat down against the pane. ‘No you’re right, they shouldn’t. But are they bad things.’ I heard him leave the bed and walk towards me. His steps echoed through the room. ‘Why did she send me the suit?’ ‘Because she-‘ I turned around to meet him, the “assertive” demeanour he admired. ‘Why?’ The words came out of my mouth in a deep tone which took Tom back slightly. Tom began to shake slightly. ‘She thought it would be a laugh.’ ‘She said that you wouldn’t take it well and crumble showing that you can’t take care of yourself.’ I stayed silent. ‘The mantle would be too much and your anxiety ridden nature would crush you from the inside out. After all, you’ve seen the state you can get in. Being a gamma being can result in stronger emotions than human. So she said it would be funny to see what happens.’ ‘And you let her do this?’ ‘She’s a monster which could kill me in two seconds of course I did it. I was hoping that maybe you would become stronger than her one day and then I’d finally w-‘ I grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him up against the wardrobe. He hung shocked at what just happened. ‘Is this strong enough for you?’ I dropped him knowing enough was enough. Opening the door without another word I found a white blouse for my size and a pencil skirt to match. Typical Michelle would have this. Throwing both on me, it was nice to finally wear other clothes than the one piece. I brushed past him before picking up the suit to make sure they could do no more damage. One more look at Tom I saw the man who I thought was my soulmate and I hardly knew him. A man so self-centred that he agreed to something which would alter the course of my life forever. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’ And with that I left the room with Tom looking at me with confusion and worry. Running down the stairs, I saw Michelle leaning back against the wall. Her original form now wearing a blue shirt and trousers. She looked smug as she crossed her arms. The fury built behind my eyes as I walked up to her peering down at her smaller form. I had made my mind up and realised no one would dominate my life again. ‘Game on.’ I said as I stormed past her and slammed the door behind me as the strong rain felt like bullets bouncing off my emerald skin in the dark of night. #FMG #femalemusclegrowth #musclegrowth #musclegrowthstories #shehulktransformation #hulktransformation #breastexpansion #assexpansion #transformation #transformationstories #shehulk #hulk

This is a story originally created by Brian. I edited and added to it for the first couple of sections and then continued it after. Thanks again to Brian: Every young man experiences a certain infatuation with a teacher at some point in their development, and for us in Springfield, it was Mrs. Adams, our 6th-grade teacher. Mrs. Adams was a recent college graduate and, despite a significant 12-year age difference between us boys and her, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful teacher in our small town. Although competition for that title was scarce in our town of 20,000 people, in my mind, Mrs. Adams was the most stunning teacher in the entire country. Her vibrant green eyes were framed by luscious, shoulder-length blonde hair, and her slim, tanned physique radiated an undeniable allure. As time went on and we all grew older, we came to realize that Mrs. Adams was indeed a very sexy woman. By the time the gang and I left home for college, you could be sure that all of us had

‘Ugh. My head. What, what’s going on?’ Darkness everywhere. Where am I? I feel something clasped around my hand as I try and detect what it is. It’s cold. Freezing in fact. That’s strange. Why are things cold to me now? Why can’t I just rip away from whatever this is? I’m so confused. What on earth is going on? As if god himself gave me an answer, through the darkness, I saw light. Almost opening like an eyelid as I focused on the image in front of me. It took a while but the image came into focus showing a perspective of someone running. Running very very fast towards what looked like the city. Hang on, the arms to this person were massive. Almost monstrous in their physique. Not only that, they were a deep emerald. Oh no. What have I done? Where am I? All I could do was watch as the beast tore through the city. Smashing everything in sight. I watched as cars were thrown into buildings. There was a portion of the footage where the beast took a car in its hands and folded it in half. As it raced through the city, I could tell for glimpsing moments passing by each window of a building it was jumping towards. This was me! The monster was terrifying. It picked up people and threw them through the air. Oh my god, they flew like Ninja stars as they somersaulted to their demise. Holy shit. It was pandemonium on the streets as I watched in horror as my arms took hold of people and smashed them together like action figures. The impact looked like a red explosion as their insides became their out and vice versa. A tear fell from my face as I watched myself wipe away the remains of the people from my hands. The contrast in hues made the graphic so much worse. Leaping into the air I had to have jumped easily 20 feet in height. Colliding with a window, I supported my weight as it looked like my hand grasped someone’s head as it exploded under my grasp. I feel sick. I watched in first person as my form climbed the building in rapid succession. Each floor leaving terror and dest in my wake. Bodies fell from the skyscraper as each grasp smashed a layer. Glass, floors, bodies they all came tumbling down. It was surreal to witness. From the perspective it was almost like I was playing a violent video game. I tugged once again to free myself from the restraint in the darkness. It was hard to focus too much on my situation as my mind was glued to the footage before me. Come to think of it, it was obvious that this was the inside of my head as it were. Trapped as my other half ruptured an entire city. So what’s the point of escaping a metaphorical prison? I watched in horror as the beast reached the top of the skyscraper. It looked ahead to the rest of the world as it roared. It was piercing. One of the most horrific sounds I had ever heard. It was so primal in its vocal range. You could see the building vibrate from the power of the scream. A helicopter came into view as the bay compartment opened with a solider carrying a rocket launcher. Before he could fire, the beast jumped into the helicopter as it roar through the metal. The soldier screamed in terror as he fell to the floor. My colossal foot smashed through his face like a pie. The impact was so strong it stomped through the floor of the flying machine. The shift in weight sent the helicopter soaring to the floor. The beast screamed as it came closer and closer to the ground. Until finally. Fzzzzzzzzz The image took on a pixelated state as it finally ended and then plunged the space into darkness again. Suddenly the lights turned on blinding my vision. Ugh, it’s horrible adjusting to this shit! But seriously where am I? All that was here was a staircase leading up. I had to be in a cellar. But where and what am I cuffed onto WHAT THE FUCK!?! I was shackled to the wall on a short chain of rusty old cuffs. But that wasn’t the biggest shock. My hand was clasped in it. My Irish, pale hand. Looking down it had only just occurred to me that I was human again. What the fuck is going on? But I wasn’t set back to factory settings as it were. I was definitely fitter and my bust was a healthy C cup. I’m so confused. What’s happening? As if by magic, Michelle came into view and pulled up a small chair as she sat in front of me. Her demeanour was as always personified as “cunt.” ‘So. How’re you feeling?’ Her sharp smile pointed at me again. I’m getting sick and tired of describing the same expression over and over again. WOMAN! Get another mood! She noticed the tear remnant attached to my face. I felt helpless as I sat like a pet in a pen. Completely at her mercy. Why was I human again. What has she done? ‘So how was your first rampage?’ My first rampage?! Shocked at her nonchalant attitude to the horrific images I had just witnessed was sickening as if this was normal to her. How dare she! The atrocities I committed were not to be taken lightly. ‘I killed… All those people. I can’t even…’ Michelle started to chuckle before composing herself once more. If she continued she may have fallen off the chair. That would have been nice to see. ‘No, no, no. That’s not you. No this was me. About 4 years ago? Maybe. I can’t remember honestly it was so long ago. But wow! I mean that was crazy right!?’ I was in shock unable to answer anything she had just said as she rose from the chair and turned the projector off. ‘Sorry for the theatrics. I just thought it’d be funny. Even adding the eye opening transition through PowerPoint. A great touch if I do say so myself. Oh wow your face! Hahaha! Oh I can’t it’s too much! Ahaha ahhhh. No moron. You just destroyed the forest you were freaking out in. Talk about fucking over nature. I loved that forest. And thanks to you. Some prick with a load of money will make it into a housing estate. So well done you.’ Finding my words I responded slower than I would have liked. ‘So, I didn’t kill anyone?’ ‘No. Well, maybe a couple of squirrels. But you know, collateral damage.’ ‘Michelle, did you really do all, well you know?’ ‘Yeah. I mean, well no not me. She did. But that was four years ago. Yes it’s sad but they’re dead now. Can’t do anything about it. Listen Grace, when I said you would bloom; I meant gradually! Not go psycho mode and lift a fucking tree! But I guess that happens when you push someone hard enough am I right?! Haha. But I’ll get down to the chase. So everything you thought you knew about being…’ ‘She-Hulk?’ ‘No shut up! I hate that name, it’s derivative! So, everything you thought you knew about “her”, well forget all that. Once you bloom there is nowhere else to go. And I do mean bloom in the literal sense. How do you feel? Any mood swings? Quick to anger maybe? Has she talked to you yet?’ What was that? Who talked to me? Hang on, is she saying I now have another personality within me? Fuck and that! So what is she gonna be my seductive side which is imprisoned within me until she’s unleashed! Oooooo so scary… I don’t hear anything. Hmmm, maybe it takes a while. But then again, if Michelle said she was essentially born when I “bloomed” god that terminology is so cringe. Surely she’d be here already. But yeah, nothing. So does that mean I have control of my gamma side? How do I get it back? I’m guessing I can control it like Michelle now. So I don’t know, strange. I shook my head denying her notion. ‘Wait what? So you hear nothing. Wow. Seriously I’m shocked. I hear her constantly. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t differentiate between me and her. We’re one. Well, would you look at that.’ ‘So how do I function now? Am I just me or am I like you. Can I change at will?’ ‘Wow. No, you can’t change at will. It’s emotion, idiot. You find yourself angry, sad enough, aroused. You get the idea and trust me, it will drive you crazy until you learn how to control it. But you know you can now wear the costume without its effects. It’s been pumped full of gamma radiation. Nothing will happen to you as it’s now cemented in your DNA. However, if you pass it on to someone else, then the cycle continues. It’s like an infection. Once you’ve got it, no one can have it. But once you’ve evolved to the point of no return. The suit can be passed to someone else. Like I did to you.’ That explains why the glove didn’t work on Cho. Oh god, what happened to Cho I should find out as soon as possible. But something tells me I’m gonna have to control my new found predicament. ‘So you might as well get dressed because we’ve got an hour.’ ‘An hour till what?’ ‘Halloween. The reason you got the costume in the first place. Come on Grace, get some perspective. I’ll see you upstairs.’ ‘Michelle! How am I supposed to get out of this?’ I pulled once again at the cuff on my wrist. No change. ‘Break out. I don’t care.’ And with that, she was gone. Okay, I need an emotion. Something strong. Something powerful. I’m not exactly angry so that isn’t gonna work. I’m not aroused, just ridiculous. What about… Cho. Oh god Cho. She’s still being hunted for, no she didn’t do it. No she didn’t. I know she didn’t! And I’ll prove it! Michelle did all this for a joke. Well then! I’ll give her the punchline! I saw a green vein thread its way around my arm as the hue shifted slowly as my arm began to expand in size. Oh yeah! Here we go! This is gonna take some getting used to. #FMG #femalemusclegrowth #musclegrowth #musclegrowthstories #shehulktransformation #hulktransformation #breastexpansion #assexpansion #transformation #transformationstories #shehulk #hulk

Don't know if anyone is watching Lessons in Chemistry on Apple TV with Brie Larson (it's really good), but it got me thinking about writing something that was similar to her character but more in our focus. This is a slow burn, much like my novels. https://www.amazon.com/stores/Richard-Greye/author/B07MXQ7R8C?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true I've already outlined the whole story and written the first two chapters. If folks like it I'll post the whole thing here. Also let me know if you'd like to see something in particular and I might be able to twist that in. ---- The year was 1950, a time when the world was still shrouded in the heavy fog of sexism, particularly within the scientific community. Elizabeth Zott was a striking and determined young chemist, known for her remarkable beauty and intelligence that set her apart. Tiny waist, blonde-haired, and light cerulean eyes she bore the body of a Playboy, but she hardly cared. Her

This trip was the first time in a while where I could let my guard down and freely just be me again. For the first time in forever I could flirt and praise Sarah for her beautiful eyes, her kind nature, and her knockout body without daggers being stared through me. We could openly hold each others hands and kiss just like we had when we were first dating, and I honestly felt like a teenager again sneaking away with the prettiest girl in school to make out away from the adults. The first night we arrived I got to show off some of the skills I actually had by tightening my apron and cooking up one of Sarah’s favorite meals. It wasn’ta necessarily “healthy” option, and we hadn’t been able to enjoy it lately with Katy’s high protein diet, but now that we were away from her watchful eyes and demanding demeanor, the hell with it! I was going to give my girlfriend something she loves! When the steaming hot plate of food was placed in front of her, her eyes lit up like a child on Christmas

UPDATE: High School Iron Lady Chapter 1 is finished! (A preview on the commission I'm working on. You can find the rest in my patreon and when it's done read it a month in advance!) Academics were a weird thing, college prospects required you to not only have good grades but also the presence of extracurricular activities in your record to make you stand out in their applications. Which never made much sense to Naomi, wouldn’t they prefer students who’d dedicate more of their time to studying? She’d certainly done so for years, and yet her councilors advised her to look for any sort of club or activity she could join to have it shown in her record. The problem was that by this time of the year, most of the good clubs were full. Particularly the clubs that could make good use of her academic skills, math club, debate club, chemistry, computer club, and the like. Even her backup choices either didn’t have room or she didn’t have the skills necessary for them; Drama club (she couldn’t

The Elf A Yuletide Tale Written and & edited by Amnoartist As the bitter Arctic winds howled with unrelenting fury, a storm of unprecedented proportions descended upon the North Pole, shrouding the festive landscape in a cloak of swirling snow and icy chaos. The heavens themselves seemed to unleash their wrath, unleashing a blizzard so fierce it threatened to obliterate every trace of the winter wonderland. The towering candy cane forests bowed beneath the relentless assault, their once-glistening surfaces now encased in a frosty fortress. As the storm raged, the reindeer, led by Rudolph, chewed on oats and moss. Each food crunch was faint amidst the howling winds. Beyond the barn, the mythical trees native to the North Pole creaked and groaned against the unforgiving storm. Their gnarled branches adorned with glistening icicles, now bore the weight of the blizzard's fury. Santa's workshop stood amid the whiteout within the tumultuous storm's heart. Its grand structure, adorned with

(Based off of an obscure game called Kingdoms and Castles. Witches in the game demand materials in return for spells and stuff) A big heave and then a big drop. Followed by a trotting away. The immortal yet beautiful witch leaves her small hut to be greeted by a load of foods. Breads, porks, fish, apples and even dragon meat. All there for her. Just a year ago the King of the realm had made a deal with the witch that said if the king gave her a large amount of food, the witch would provide magical protection to his land. He had held up his part of the deal, and so did she. She rose her hands up high and out came powerful green magics that dispersed in to the clouds. She got to work stewing the food up. Hurriedly she prepared the meal, before awaiting the recipient. The witch had been stuck in a long term deal of her own, having to prepare food for a powerful dragon lest she wanted to be eaten. The witch sat patiently for the beast to come from the salty seas, twirling her silky long brown hair and flipping her hat. Hours past, long after the dragon was supposed to come. Yet she sits there bored. Finally the dragon arrives, but not how she has expects. Its corpse washes up on the shore, seemingly having died of old age. The witch pokes and prodes at the beast, waiting for it to stir. Yet it just rots in response. The lady cheers happily at the site of its corpse. She was no longer bound by the evil beast's deal and no longer lived in of it. But now she had a massive pot of magically tasty stew with no one to share it too. It was obviously expendable to the King, since he gave it to her. So the citizens of the Kingdom won't need it. The though of having it all to herself was pleasing. And she decided to take a pot. She tasted her work and instantly fell in love. The taste was perfect, heavenly and almost addicting. She quickly sculled down the bowl in her hands and went for a second. She slurped it down, sip by sip, until it was empty yet again. The witch hangered for another, her belly audibly sloshing. By her third bowl, it was starting to feel tight. In her desperation for more, the witch casted a spell right into her belly. Her stomach instantly let up, enough room for maybe the entire pot. Her eyes lit up as she realised she could go for a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. By her eleventh, her belly was swollen past that of a 9 month pregnant woman, swaying and wobbling like a balloon. She couldn't help but eat and eat it. The enormous weight was starting to way her down and she simply casted it off like it was nothing. The stew was barely even finished even after eleventh servings. The witch was enamoured by the taste, almost captured by it. Serving after serving, adding to the ocean within her. Her belly shook and rippled as she greedily chugged a bowl of it and shuddered as she sighed in relief after each one. Half way through the bowl, the witch had a midsection larger than a house. The ingredients over time had gathered close to the bottom, making it stronger the further she got through the meal. Now it gave off pure pleasure, sexual even. She moaned and groaned with each slurp and suck, enjoying it like the sex she never had. By the next day, she was a slob. An empty cauldron and a full witch laid next to eachother. The swollen witch laid pleasured, bitting her lip in arousal. She played and slapped her gigantic belly, moaning with each ripple. The witch was satisfied.