Vattened
The more time that passed, the faster the pace of the gaining went as well.
Drum Kit
He was gaining a new appreciation for that food; and the chef for that matter, as everything had been utterly perfect from start to finish.
Time Off
I didn't want it to be like most of my other stories, in that it's mostly mindless weight gain with no real reason...
A Different Kind of Friend
Now, of course, i would never tell the fox anything about the whole gaining weight on purpose thing. it was pretty obvious to me when we first met that alph wasn't into it, so i never mentioned it.
Stuffed Fox
"Stuffed Fox" "ungg... let me go!" the fox beat on the strong wolf who was carrying him into his den. "Hehehe... feisty little fellow aren't you?" he sat the rusty red vulpine into a chair and slapped the shackles onto his thin writs "Your a bit too...
The King's Pet
"Come on, let's line up, now!" The great King Tuck waved his arms to and fro, trying to get the disorderly meeting of dragons to assemble. He himself was a dragon; anthropomorphic and purple-scaled. At that, he had a kingly figure; his beige-scaled...
Captured By Lions - Prologue
**Captured by Lions** **Prologue:** The streets were dark and lonely, save for a few lonely scraps of paper being blown around under the orange bath emanating from the dimly lit street lights. Doors were locked, businesses were closed and...
Last Call
He had gained more than enough wait for there to be no pain, but he had to know how he would get up again, and when the expansion to his frame would end.
Nothing Feathered, Nothing Gained - Excerpt
This is an excerpt of my first published story, "nothing feathered, nothing gained"--set in the same world as feathers with benefits and in fine feather--from the feral! anthology.
The Back Room 3: Fang Lightwind
" Midnight, not a sound from the pavement, has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone. In the lamp light the withered leaves collect at my feet, and the wind begins to...
The Dragon And The Steed - Part 1
Katal dozed peacefully. He dreamed of times not so long ago when he would fly around his mountain, setting fire to anything that displeased him with a mighty breath of flame. He would stroll proudly through his forests; his natural red armour...
Marathon
The alarm blared with blinking red lights of 04:30 just for a moment, silenced by the thwack of a swift white paw. Piki slipped their running attire over their lithe cheetah body, tapped their fitness band and headed outside. This was just a loosener...