Two
weeks had passed since Forrest’s last incident. Since he had
devoured probably the most high-profile meal he could have imagined.
Corrin, the benevolent princess who was leading the war effort
against Hoshido, as well as his own commander and friend, was little
more than part of the weighty bubble butt the girlish boy toted on
his hips (though said butt had reduced in size a bit after his
ability to sate himself on normal food had been restored). And yet,
despite the implications of wha

Tyler
let out a weak moan as he rolled over in bed, turning away from the
glimmering sunlight that threatened to interrupt his much needed
sleep. Just the very kiss of the soft morning light on his eyes was
like poison to him, the pretty boy’s head pounding from within at
the slightest sign of outer stimuli. The boy turned his face into
the soft pillow as best as he could without disturbing the source of
his troubles, the bloated, churning gut hanging from his middle,
grumbling with anger as

“Lady
Priscilla… Are you married?” Lucius asked, eyes locked on one of
Priscilla’s dainty hands. Ever since he had noticed the small,
silver ring on her gloved finger, the question had been nagging at
the blonde, effeminate man’s mind. No one else had mentioned
anything about it, not even his lord and Priscilla’s brother,
Raymond had said a word about his sister having a husband… It made
Lucius curious, to say the least. A slight blush came to the
redheaded healer’s face, her

The moon
hung in the sky over the Magatsuchi house, lighting the hot summer
night with its reflective, white glow. It was hot this night… A
little too hot for comfort. July was coming in swift and brutal, so
much so that Magatsuchi Shouta had actually caved into the temptation
for once. For certain reasons, the young wizard always wore a shirt
and pants, or at least some sort of pajamas to bed recently, but for
the first time this summer, that just wasn’t possible if the boy
wanted to get

Sam
rolled out of his sheets with a tired groan, his messy blonde hair
matted to his face with sweat. It was only June, and already, too
damn hot for the young man. He sat up in his bed, brushing the curly
locks away from his eyes as he reached for his phone. 4:37 AM.
Shit. Sam had been hoping his sleeping problems would leave him be
for the summer months, without the necessities of college to keep him
awake into the wee hours of the morning, but it only took the first
half of June to snuff

Sam
rolled out of his sheets with a tired groan, his messy blonde hair
matted to his face with sweat. It was only June, and already, too
damn hot for the young man. He sat up in his bed, brushing the curly
locks away from his eyes as he reached for his phone. 4:37 AM.
Shit. Sam had been hoping his sleeping problems would leave him be
for the summer months, without the necessities of college to keep him
awake into the wee hours of the morning, but it only took the first
half of June to snuff