Issue 30: Smooth Criminal"Eating rice cakes is like chewing on a foam coffee cup, only less filling."
Gwen popped the top off the now eyeless robotic ghost pirate head and peered inside, a small flashlight clenched between her teeth. She hated being played for a fool by Mysterio. Last time she had encountered the domed headed villain Peter was the one to take him down, and she wasn't about to let him get away with playing her for a fool again. She brought the camera less and tracker less head back to her apartment along with Kate, dismantling it at the kitchen counter.
"Yeah, that looks complicated," Kate butted in, peering over Gwen's shoulder.
"Gotta be something in here that will lead me to Beck," Gwen growled. "When I find him I'm going to remake the opening of Citizen Kane with his stupid head!"
Yo Mama Ain't As Fat As YokoIt had been three years since the war against the Anti-Spirals had come to an end.
24-year-old Yoko Rittona stood alone in her spacious bedroom, clad in only an F-cup bra and black lace panties. She stared with dissatisfaction at her reflection in the closet mirror. The fact that she had put on some weight recently was now more obvious than ever.
"Ugh..." The red-haired buxom bombshell brought a hand down to her stomach, and gently squeezed the double-rolled spare tire of flab that was leaking about three inches over the edge of her panties. It was soft to the touch, and it would jiggle wildly with even the slightest intake/outtake of breath. Yoko sighed, her belly quivering in response. After that large lunch she had earlier that day (three big cheeseburgers with a plate of steak fries and a hefty slice of cheesecake on the side), her gut was probably going to get alot bigger once all the calories spread out.
'Back when I was younger I never had the chance to eat so much delicious foo
The Fat Wives of Hoshido Part 1(Fire Emblem Fates / No Spoilers)
Corrin had only just stepped off of the last step of the ladder leading into his personal tree house quarters when he heard his beloved wife crying out for him.
"Corrin! W-We've got trouble!"
Even before he had opened the door, the young prince already knew full well what to expect. Corrin entered his room without a word. He saw Felicia standing in front of the full-body mirror. She was being forced to acknowledge how fat she'd gotten since the war's end, which, unfortunately for her, she did not like at all.
"I really thought I wouldn't mess this up...like I mess up everything else I do that's related to my job..."
Felicia held up the torn scraps of black and white cloth and bindings that she was supposed to be wearing. Unfortunately, none of it Felicia sniffled; there were tears already stinging the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let herself burst into a sobbing fit in front of her husband. Unfortunately, it was probably BECAUSE of h