A small reploid boy and a tall catgirl lay together in bed, the lights are off, the sun is down and the moon shines. The only thing illuminating the two being a laptop screen on the girls lap.

Even with the screen brightness low, it was still bright enough to show the blush on Satella’s face as she scrolled down the page. Picture after picture of heavily pregnant women. Enormous breasts leaking milk, bellies swollen with children and looking like they were ready to

It all started one day when getting coffee. The same place as normal, the same drink as normal. But something was different this time. "Hey...I don't mean to pry, but have you put on weight?" The boy at the counter asked Cocoa as he waited for his coffee to be ready. The hoodie wearing boy blushing slightly at the out of nowhere question, and looking down at himself.


He was right, and he just hadn't noticed it before. The hoodie that was previously

Night time was not his favorite time of day. That was when the dreams came to him, when the moon was out and the cool wind blew through his window, only fought off by the warmth of his blanket, the only salvation in an endless series of nightmares.

Sometimes they seemed to last for mere minutes, others lasted for days, or even weeks. Almost entirely forgotten by the time he had gotten dressed. Barely any semblance of a pattern in exactly what he remembered.

Lucy was a Pokemon Trainer. A traveller! Sure, a lot of strong trainers dismissed her as just a ‘lass’. But she would show them! She wasn’t just some girl who wanted to go on a journey because she found Pokemon cute!



She wasn’t one of those Pokemon Masters though. The people who could start their journey and tear through all of the eight gyms in the region in a month before proceeding to conquer the league. Red, Blue, Gol

Her trainer was adorable.

It was a thought that ran through Mae’s mind constantly. Being able to walk alongside her trainer as he travelled was a pleasure that she didn’t know she needed in her life.


Tune, her trainer, was rather short for a human male. Much more shapely as well. His face just drew her eyes in, his wide hips reminded her of her own. Jiggling near constantly underneath her gown. But his travelling

RiCO was a hungry girl. Ever since her Player had found a way to get her out of the deep log, she’d been minorly obsessed with food. Gained and lost weight at an incredible pace. Thanks to the nature of Cyberspace and the deep log, Player was always able to fix any weight gained just by going back in and doing some code editing.


Learning to cook was one of the first things she had started to do once she started living with Player outside the deep log a

The Ciel System was her greatest accomplishment. A true end to the energy crisis that plagued Neo Arcadia and by extension the world. Thanks to the actions of Zero atop Ragnarok, Weil was dead, all that wanted to cause harm to the world were gone and humanity could finally begin growing once again.


With a nearly infinite supply of energy, issues changed. It was no longer about keeping the lights on, and more about securing other resources. Sustainable source

Player wasn’t native to the Deep Log. Having been playing an old copy of Megaman X on a super nintendo for nostalgia’s sake before somehow opening a door way to the “Deep Log”. A place with a lot of issues, but a lot of characters. They all remembered them, X and Zero, the navigators, Megaman and Bass. They all faithfully and happily called them Player.


Of course, Player wasn’t their real name. But they were the characters playe

The Deep Log. Located in cyberspace and nearly magical in it’s qualities. Home to near infinite programs.


“God DAMN IT!” Some of them more violent than others.


“Awww, Too bad Vile! Maybe next time.” One of the Zero’s said, visually struggling not to laugh.


“Cram it! You didn’t do any better when you tried!” Vile responded, trying

“Roll….
huff
….I need another E-Tank.” Tempo said, absolutely exhausted, coolant rolling down her face and getting lost down her back and through her chest. She was barely able to get her words out over the loud yet muffled whirring coming from within her body.


“Tempo we haven’t even started working yet…” Roll said, already in the middle of taking an E-Tank out of her backpack

With a constant stream of work and flavoured E-Tanks, Tempo didn’t have any time to work through the extra mass she was gathering. Her body grew slightly bigger every day, stomach growing further and further outward, hips and rear becoming wider and wider. It was a good thing most of the doors were built wide to allow for easy transportation of objects or she might have gotten stuck at some point.


Of course, being a robot, the extra mass didn’t s

When E-Tanks first started production, there wasn’t any consideration for flavour. It was bland, robots weren’t designed with the ability to taste things back then. When the first flavoured E-Tank was released, it was in a basic flavor. Apple, not too sweet and easy enough to replicate.


Nowadays, there are almost as many flavours of E-Tank as there are for ice-cream. Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry, Apple, Orange, Banana, Ketchup, Mustard,

Tune was a short young adult who lived in a small house with his boyfriend Jericho. He was 5’2 and worked as a Customer Service agent for computer repairs while Jericho was an aspiring musician who worked an office job to help pay the rent. Tune vibed well with talking to people throughout the day, even if it left his throat rather sore by the end of it, while Jericho absolutely loathed the job and the people he was forced to deal with during it. But he persisted for Tune, and less so for