The N train was late, as usual. Wendy tapped her foot impatiently. She didn't have anywhere important to be, but she'd rather be anywhere but that station. “Now Arriving: N train.” the automated announcer declared. “Finally,” Wendy thought. The railcar ground to a halt in front of her. After the relatively few travelers disembarked from the train, the hoard boarded. Her favorite seat by the window was taken, so she stood near one of the doors. A rumbling “thump”, “thump” approached.
your hyper girlfriend asks you to join her and her family for dinner at her house
“It’s no tux, but it’ll work,” you mutter to yourself as you slip on the salmon-colored polo. Meeting your girlfriends’ parents is usually a bit of a tense situation, but you feel as if you’ve gone off the deep end. Some girls’ dads would beat you to a pulp if you mistreat them, but Aria’s parents would fucking atomize you.
Ryan wasn’t sure how anyone would get his number. All they sent were details about a quick job, a one-time thing in from a small town museum. True, he’s done B&E twice, and he’s never been caught, but he’s also never done it for hire. A few minutes after the first batch of texts with the item’s description, the guards’ routines, a layout of the museum, and a few pictures of the item (some egyptian dog mask), his anonymous client abruptly stopped messaging. Ryan let it sit. Could be a setup or something, not worth getting locked up for. Another app on his phone buzzed. “Deposit received: $162,000.00 to account ending 9917. Reply STOP to disable messages.” Moments later, a new text arrived, “Are you paying attention now?”
``` >go to work >fuck, forgot to grab lunch >go down to the break room >all but one vending machine is broken (fucking typical) >this one has “”““health”“”” themed products >only nuts, dried fruit, and protein bars >your stomach rumbles >protein is pretty filling, right?
The Citizens With Special Sizes Act had done a number on brick and mortar business. Karla was just thankful that Samsa Square Mall had survived the refit with enough cash saved to open back up afterwards. Her first steps in the newly rebuilt superstructure were shocking, to say the least. The new automatic doors were three stories tall! No wonder the mall shut down for almost a full year. The set of new laws specified that certain classes of public buildings had to be retrofitted suit the “growing” population of… larger inhabitants. The building hadn’t changed much other than that. The traditional four story mall-style building had enough accessibility between the levels that the inspectors deemed it passable. Stores will have to keep a clerk out near the ledge of their floor to help the larger customers buy from the merchants within. The next thing Karla noticed was the ground floor – it was so solid now! Where mild tile had once been laid, steel-reinforced concrete now stood. The pillars supporting the different levels had also been bolstered to survive accidental collisions without jeopardizing the structural integrity of the building. Soon she saw the reasons for the renovation, lumbering down the central passageway. The Earth trembled as the approaching crowd of hypers stomped through the food court.
``` >first month with your new gf >she's been acting a bit weird for the past day or two >she's been really, REALLY horny >has she been working out? she looks kinda toned >she wants you to spend the night at her place >you get there around dusk >fuck like rabbits for hours >seriously, wtf
M/F, Breast Expansion, Penis Expansion, Lactation, Hyper, Muscle Growth.
You’ve been staying with your girlfriend this week. It just so happened that your work schedules lined up enough that you could pull a few days off and capitalize on the long weekend. As an accountant for a foundry, you get to keep fairly normal hours. This week, her shifts weren’t at such odd hours that you two wouldn’t run in to each other. Even though she’s still working this week, you’re glad she’s getting a break from the unhealthy hours she’s been having to do at the supermarket. As a bonus, she’s been bringing home some really choice cuts of meat from the butcher for dinner. Grocery work does have its perks. Her car door shuts in the driveway. The garage door opens and shuts quietly. She’s usually full of energy and pep, and the door, the last thing standing between her and a fun night, takes more than its fair share of accidental abuse. She comes in to the room looking like she’s holding back tears. She says nothing as sits down on the sofa. Your suspicion is quickly confirmed.