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The bus was not the fastest way to go downtown, but I wasn’t hurried enough to shell out extra for a cab. While the seats were a little cramped for someone like me who’s both taller and rounder than most people I encounter on a daily basis, most
I used to be something else. I don’t know what, exactly. It felt like an important thought to hold on to, even though I wasn’t really sure what it meant; all I knew was a) I’m a pig, b) I think I know a lot of things pigs aren’t supposed to,
I work in the new castle that they’ve been building on the edge of town. I’d thought, when I saw the posting, that it might be some cool sort of Ye Olde Renaissance Faire or something. But when I showed up to see what it was all about, it turned
It was a regular disappointment to see, every morning, the scale that only read 700 pounds. I used to be a lot bigger—filling a bed with over half a ton of immobile ferret flab—till I started dying regularly and the doctor said I needed to ease up
I was only slightly miffed when airport security confiscated my new toy. On the bright side, it was only because they thought it was a weapon—they didn’t believe a dildo could really be that big—and I was able to make my flight in time just by
I was trying to sit through my last class that Friday when my new dick started acting up. The one thing about…replacing your dick every time you have sex is that every new dick has its own quirks—one wouldn’t cum unless I tugged its balls, one
March was unusually warm, and the raucous sounds of bird and insect life on the back trails put me in mind of some deep jungle, even though it was only the path to the Tuesday market. The background noises of nature gave way to the even more pervasive
Now, anyone who knows me knows I’m not usually one for time outdoors. And it’s not because I have some deadly allergy to the sun (even vampires can get around that with five minutes’ thought) or because I’m too fat to get up or fit through doors
The odds of just about anything happening in space are so low that when something unusual happens, you have to start asking yourself who’s behind it and what their motives are. The crew of the shuttle stared out the viewports, stunned by the explosion
“We’ve gotta go out and get some dick today.” Bub grinned at me and bit into his sandwich. The burly gorilla had driven across the state to spend the long weekend with me. We’d been friends ever since we were just a couple of awkward gay kids
Every day, Darkwater slept in my bed; I took the opportunity to stay with Pollux at his place next door. Every evening, we came in to take care of the otter and found him in worse shape. “Maybe I don’t want to remember my mates anymore,” he said,
If there’s a common thread in many of the stories I hear from weres about their experiences, it’s the terror of that first time. Sometimes it takes them by surprise—imagine just going about your evening before your body convulses and starts to
I was early for work tonight; the setting sun was still pouring in through the windows as I got off the elevator and trundled towards my desk. The tiger working the evening handoff dumped his headset and started throwing his stuff together as I sat down.
(A followup to A Night of Feeding.) Petar had promised me he’d work on getting me fat, and the raccoon kept his word: every day after work he’d come by and make sure I made the scale hit a bigger number than the day before. It was damn hard—I
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The train to O-town was a chore for someone my size to ride. Granted, most transportation was more trouble than it was worth these days, but sometimes you just have to be there. They’d assigned me to a slightly-more-capacious room built for people
I rolled into campus around 7:30 on move-in day and pulled my backpack out of my SUV. It was still pretty gray out and it didn’t look like too many people were up and about yet, so I hoped I would be able to get checked in pretty quick and get settled
FA’s Kooshmeister recently produced a Rockwell fan story “Out of Order” and in return I put this one together for him. The squirrel Edwin Grimaldi is his character and he supplied the title for this story as well. The janitors in the
So I’ve always wanted to get fat. Trouble is, it’s a little harder than most people think. Sure, you might think “oh, I blow up huge if I don’t stick to my diet” but that’s just the first fifteen pounds that terrifies you into hitting the
The diner was usually a quiet place—even though it had the best pies in the county, it had yet to be ‘discovered’ by the folks in the city, so the clientele was mostly farmers and the older folks who lived out in the sticks. Myself, I’d only
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The morning sun was just starting to illuminate the mountains as I pulled up to the last house I had on my route for tonight, a modest place with the name “Tantivy” on the mailbox.Even though I’d… lost my own home and had been living out of my
As far as my boy was concerned, this was just a father–son camping trip to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. That in itself felt like a big accomplishment to me—a teenage icebear, with an actual social life of his own, agreeing to spend his transition
I’ve always hated the Eastside gym. I mean, over the course of wrestling season you get to see a lot of kinda run-down places, but Eastside seems to have zero maintenance or janitorial budget. You might think I’m exaggerating, but when me and my
I sat in the parking lot outside the bar, trying to work up the courage to get out of my car and go inside. This shouldn’t have been difficult. I’m a grown boar. And it’s not like I’m afraid of anything. But sometimes taking the first step
Even though it was cold today and a gentle snow was coming down thick, I was excited to be out canvassing for the election. Our ballot measure had started out as a longshot, but ever since the news had started reporting on us our numbers in the opinion
One of the side effects of having a big snout is that it’s easier for you to take in the smells around you. Sometimes this can be good—as my waistline can attest, it makes food smell better. Sometimes it’s a little more of a burden, like when
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There’s nothing like a job interview to get your anxiety levels up—especially when you’re aiming for something above your current station. I sat in the waiting room of the lawyers’ office and tried not to feel outclassed, but the brass and
You know how sometimes you just need a long vacation to relax and get away from it all, but the vacation itself turns out to be just as much planning and work and bother as everyday life? For a while I’ve been using my vacation time to just stay
I know people often think of me as the totally passive bottom skunk who takes anything that comes his way, and… well, that’s true and I couldn’t credibly pretend otherwise. When people are surprised at why my Rumblr profile lists me as hungry—a
“Have you seen this person?” It’s a question I’ve heard many, many times over the course of my… career. Some might say it’s because I work a little sloppy, though it’s not a criticism most get to make more than once. When it’s the
I was sick of the kitchens. I’d started working here years ago and still had never managed to make it past the level of dishwasher—the buffet manager had told me I had potential for advancement, but the head cook conspired to keep me away from
One thing I’ve always loved about the big city is that it’s got everything—even the stuff you’d think you have to go out to the countryside for. Fresh, local produce is one of those things I usually bring up as an example: some people think
If the park restroom had acquired a reputation as an infamous cruising spot, it was most likely because of me. Over the past few months I’d put a lot of time into the place and a lot of dick into the thirsty men of town who showed up to get some.
Kibben walked past the rows of stalls, trying to find the scent he needed. The musk farm by its nature was a rather fragrant place, but the beaver’s nose was keener than most and he could always pick out the smell he was looking for. The farm was
Sometimes when a good thing happens, you want to go out and celebrate it. Today, for example, was something to celebrate because Mattock had just gotten the Big Raise at work, and what better way to celebrate a raise than to go out and spend it all
“You can’t honestly enjoy being fat.” The comment left on my latest video shouldn’t have affected me as much as it did. I was no stranger to the jeers and barbs slung at me by random viewers—I knew they’d come when I started my channel,
I slept in on Sunday morning till it was already Sunday afternoon. My mates had already gotten up, leaving me the whole big warm bed to sprawl out in—which basically meant rolling into the deep indentation in the mattress where Rockwell had been
The bear left his tent while the dawn was still breaking. He gathered up enough firewood to keep him warm for the morning and set up his campfire in the pit. It was still early and there was no need to work too hard just yet. He sat and watched the
From the moment I first heard the music, I knew I would have to follow it. The convention was noisy and full of people but the notes somehow stood out, a bright spot like biting into a fresh blueberry baked into a muffin—which is actually kind of
I had been looking forward to vacationing at the coach’s place in the woods for a while now. Sometimes you just need a break from the day-to-day grind, and this was one of those times—after a few hard months at work with no real time off, a long
I was marching the length of the border fence for the hundred and thirty-seventh time today. Dark clouds and thunder had been looming above for a while now, but I still hadn’t seen any rain. But that’s okay. I wasn’t looking for rain—I was
Nobody ever asks me what it’s like to be a murderer. It’s like the old saying goes: if you do your job well enough, one shouldn’t be able to tell you were doing it at all. Ars est celare artem. I’d like to say getting rid of people is a hobby
The Craigslist ad was a familiar one. It had been a while since I’d heard anything from the rat, but tonight it seemed he was in town and on the prowl again. The subject line as usual simply read: Stop. Look. Obey. I never could resist him.
Sunday morning in the call center, and the place was empty and dead as usual. Not too many drivers went out on the weekends so a skeleton crew of one could handle the call volume pretty easily. Admittedly, the comforts of a low-stress, low-activity
When I was younger, I used to enjoy visiting the library. Our town actually had one of decent size, which in turn meant a decent selection for my niche interests—mostly art books and the Far East. I’d often spend the weekends browsing, stacking
Sometimes you just really want to be a massive ball of fat. It doesn’t start that way. For me, it started with a love of burly men. I’d watch videos of stocky furry men for hours, stroking myself till I was absolutely soaked. The interest soon
It started as kind of a dare, really. I had never been brave enough to make the first move in anything, really, so I had come to feeling a bit on the neglected side. All right, that’s putting it mildly: I was in my junior year and worried I was
It was another lonely walk home well after night had fallen. Living in a small town meant public transportation was terrible: no matter what shift I chose at work, I could either catch a bus from work or a bus to work—but never both, because the
I always love a road trip. Driving across the endless empty miles of western America, the radio going at full blast, good friends stuffing you with endless snacks—what’s not to enjoy? This trip was just me and my mates off to visit family. My
I thought it was just going to be another day on the picket line. Despite all our best efforts—and the mysterious disappearance of several high-profile supporters of the bill—our lawmakers had decimated our civil rights with the stroke of a pen.
I’ve been told I have a weird relationship with my boyfriend. It’s not just because he also happens to be my boss—which is only part of the story—it’s more about how we manage to spend all our time together. Sure, a lot of couples find ways
For once, my life had finally started to turn up. If you’ve ever lost everything, down to the friend’s couch you’d been sleeping on, you know how bleak going through the day-to-day can be. But I’d managed to claw my way back up the ladder,
One of the major troubles of being a big hyper is how the world interacts with you. Sure, I hear lots of idle fantasies from my friends and admirers online about how great it would be to have a dick as big as mine, all of which begin at arousal and
It was one of those months where funds are scarce and you end up having to tighten your belt a little, as the saying goes. The trouble in my case was that it wasn’t just a metaphorical belt-tightening—the combination of stress, a reduced grocery