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This story contains: Fart Fetishes, Burping and Stuffed Belly. If you don't like this kind of thing, leave immediately. Amazon Lily was an Island found in the new World, its main characteristic was being an island made up only of Women. the current Queen was the beautiful Pirate Empress Boa Hancock, in addition to being very beautiful and very tall, she was an extremely strong woman, a FORMER Navy Privateer and now a Pirate with a reward like the others. The Empress did not have a good relationship with men, she only saw them as a tool for her functions, well, until she met a Pirate who wore a Straw Hat, as we all know, that was where the passion began. The problem was that it was a one-sided passion, not that Monkey D. Luffy didn't like Hancock, but it was only the Empress who had this feeling of love for the Pirate. Hancock was in her palace on top of Amazon Lily, thinking of some way to make Luffy realize that she loved him, but let's face it, Luffy is a bit... Slow about

Natya sat on the edge of the crumbling old well, partly obscured by trees and far enough away that the market noise was muted. She played with the new ribbon in her braid, brushing it against her cheek. She looked down at her reflection. Green eyes, a long graceful neck, a tiny delicate waist, and a lovely face crowned by thick gold hair. She was flawless in every way. But was that all anyone saw? Would her admirers still admire her if she were not beautiful and perfect? Would they still love her if she was- “Are you okay?” “Ah!” Natya started so hard, she nearly fell in the well. She turned to see Lyuba, dark eyes wide, holding up her hands in apology. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” Natya sat up straight, mortified to be caught so unflatteringly, even if it was just Lyuba. “I’m fine, thank you.” Lyuba inched closer. “You don’t look fine…” Her freckled face flushed red as she realized how that sounded. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! You’re very- ah! Ah!” She twisted

“Ugh. What happened last…night…?” Judy frowned as she stirred awake, finding herself lying on the floor of her small apartment rather than in her bed. She remembered inviting Nick over for drinks after a successful case, hoping to get a little adventurous with her partner, and then… She glanced down. Her bloated belly stood up a good foot or so above her supine body, gurgling in complaint as it processed whatever of Nick’s remains hadn’t already drained into her intestines. Sometime in the night, the fox had been reduced to nothing but a sloshing slurry that her body was still working to break down further. “…oh. Oh. Well…shit.” The bunny pulled herself upright, hefting her groaning gut as she stood and assessed the damage. “Sorry, hun…guess I fell asleep on you last night, huh?” Her belly churned gently, a few half-digested bones poking at her stomach walls. She sighed as she searched for her uniform, deciding there wasn’t much point in taking a day off. More than a few coworkers

MONDAY Amanda’s bus was late. Again. This in itself was not Amanda’s fault – or at least Jacob was 98% sure it wasn’t – but he always felt a tiny rise of anger within him as he watched the minutes tick by. Other passengers came and went, heading off to their own houses or their dinners or whatever else they had planned, and he waited at the bus stop. In the cold. For Amanda. Again. After five minutes that felt like fifty, he saw Bus 2278 pull around the corner and disgorge a throng of suits. Among these, Amanda’s black head of hair with vibrant green streaks was clearly visible despite her short stature. She plucked herself out of the crowd, saw Jacob immediately, and waved. “Jaaaaake!” she called out, running over to him. “Jake, hi hi! Sorry I’m late, you know how buses are.” “Only been taking them every day since we were eight years old, yup,” Jake quipped as he turned to start the walk back to their apartments. Amanda fell in step beside him, humming happily. She seemed in a

School´s out forever! So I didn't gain weight on purpose. There was also no specific reason or event. Everything started after graduation. As a reward, I went on vacation to Spain for two weeks. Papi was very generous and bought a decent hotel with all-inclusive service. During this vacation I completely lost control, I didn't even know about such overloaded buffets before and I basically overeaten three times a day. Then there were snacks at the pool and on the beach, ice cream here, fries there and lots of alcohol, especially beer and sweet cocktails. It certainly didn't help that Laura was there. She was my best friend, quite chubby and a good eater. This shifts the focus of such a holiday somewhat towards culinary enjoyment. When I came back I had gained a whopping five kilos. Of course, that wasn't a big deal, as slim as I was before, neither I nor anyone else took it seriously. In fact, it became a running gag and I took every opportunity to flirt with my little holiday tummy

“L-let me go, you cr—mmphh!” All things considered, Spider-Gwen had proven remarkably easy to trap. You’d been working on a weapon that could catch and return her webs, and a few off-target shots provided all the ammunition you needed to pin her against a nearby wall. As much as she might squirm and struggle, the enraged heroine could barely move thanks to the sticky strands she’d tried to apprehend you with. Only her head and her thrashing lower legs had been visible, the rest of her body buried under a thick layer of spider silk. Or, well…it had been, anyway. Gwen’s belly had long since broken past the layer of web plastered over it. It had taken a full day of feeding, but eventually it had torn through her skintight suit, too. Now, sagging low enough to touch the ground and nearly reaching to the opposite wall of the narrow alleyway in which she was stuck, it was on full display, sloshing and groaning uncertainly with the massive amount of food digesting inside. “Y-you’ll—you’ll

BBW Stuffing Story The box warmed her finger tips. Nicole had just picked up her favorite pizza in the city, and was excited to get her night started. Carrying it back to her car, the smell of the dough and cheese teased her nostrils. Gently placing her prize in the front seat, she got behind the wheel and headed straight home. Nicole had been looking forward to this pizza all day. After Nicole had graduated college and started life on her own there was a lot she had to learn. How to decorate her apartment, how to keep her work and personal life separate, and how to cook for herself. The last bit was the one she had been enjoying the most the past few years. Nicole had gained the traditional freshman 15, which didn’t help that she was already a little thick going into college. And then came the sophomore 15, and the junior 15, and finally the senior 15. Nicole graduated exactly 60 pounds heavier than she had arrived. So when she got her first apartment and was off the student meal

I write this, not in the hopes that I will be believed, but only so that a record of my experience may be kept. When I am dust, when all who knew me are dust, when the boundaries between this world and the next are rent asunder and the cacophonic hells pour through the gap and annihilate all we know…when all is dust, perhaps someone will see this and know that it had always been here. It will always be here. But, perhaps, I should start at the beginning. My name is not important, not any longer. Suffice to say that I was recently a member of a zoological expedition under the leadership of Colonel _____ Drake, a storied man whose own adventures could fill many more sheets of paper than my own singular escapade. I, being an amateur zoologician myself, put forth my name to the Academy in the zealous hope that I might be considered worthy of joining. Imagine my surprise, then, when I received a letter half a year after the fact – so long, in fact, that I had forgotten about the venture

“I’m still not sure about this, Ver. Don’t people who stand in magical circles have bad things happen to them?” “Oh, c’mon balloon-belly! We’re girlfriends now – ‘be gay, do crimes’ isn’t just a saying! Well, it is… and this isn’t a crime… but I still want us to do cool lesbian witch stuff together! It’s like, hot or something. Besides, nothing bad’s gonna happen! I used colored chalk for the runes.” “What does that have to do with anything?” “You’re getting pizza after this~…” “Are you trying to bribe me with FOOD now?!” “Uhhh… yes? Now, shut up and let me concentrate. I gotta remember my remedial courses in ‘creepy dead languages’… Mgepog r'luhh Iiahe, ahornah fahf mgfm'latghnanah shuggog!” Kylie awoke with a shock, almost hitting on the low ceiling. She wasn’t in the basement anymore. The short, vaguely familiar girl she’d been talking to was gone. Even as the black-haired girl blinked, taking in the familiar lichen-crusted walls of the cave, the strange dream was rapidly

“Really?” Mari said, insulted on her new friend’s behalf. She’d met Medusa deep within the seemingly endless caverns of Humphrey, the massive whale lurking within Deeper Well, and she’d taken an immediate liking to the eccentric, friendly scientist. “She left, just like that?” “She did,” Medusa pouted. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but if you met that ridiculous so-called princess…” “Believe me, I have,” replied Mari, snickering a little at the memory of her previous encounters with Sweetheart. “It is not hard to imagine her doing something like that, honestly.” “Well, anyway…” Medusa sighed as they arrived back at her laboratory, where she’d offered to lead Mari after the girl had expressed an interest in her work. “I’m still on the hook with Humphrey for her debt. Molly managed to convince him that we’re more valuable alive than dead, for now, but I’ve still got no idea where I’m supposed to find that kind of money.” Mari brightened, an idea occurring to her. “Oh! Maybe I could

The hot summer sun blazed white upon the training field. The dirt below me, still imprinted with the imprint of a hundred footprints, had dried to a dusty powder that churned beneath my scuffing limbs. Some recruits might complain of such an environment, but not I, a dark-skinned drow accustomed to the heat and fury of volcanic wastes – not I, who was known as Zaiva, the greatest assassin in the Order of the Scorpion. Yet even so, sweat shone from my rippling limbs like purple rocks from a riverbed, and I had to shield my eyes from the glint of sunlight from arms and armour worn by the throng of onlookers surrounding me – surrounding us, as I wrestled against a half-orc twice my size. What was his name? It mattered little to me. He was a newer assassin fresh out of training and allegedly three hundred pounds of raw, untalented meat. He’d been bragging of his size and strength for days, wagering bets that he could out-wrestle any veteran, and as his purse

PART TWO PREVIOUSLY: At a party held in the Cheer Squad’s honor, Liberty decided to spice things up with a bit of celebrity vandalism, harassing a group of Sisters of the Empty Plate and trashing the whole place. Since then, people seem terrified to serve her, and an attempt to simply take what she wanted has landed her behind bars. It was some time before the rest of the squad realized Liberty was missing. Well past morning before they decided to do something about it. They eventually found her in an odd little cell in the local law house. The walls and floor were all a raised blue material she couldn’t break. They knew this because she’d clearly spent all night trying. “Girls! Thank god, HAHAHA!” she clutched the bars with a shaky smile. “Whoa,” Jo blinked. Her hair was frazzled in a new way that did not suggest a wonderful night had been had, leaving both her eyes peaking wildly, and her stomach was flat. Empty. The poor girl was sober as a nun. “You have to tell em’ I’m with