The prompt for Day 2 of Kinktober: Body Swap! This is a genre I've never been super interested in reading, and haven't ever written before, but it sounded like a fun challenge. This story is about two very different young women (one of whom happens to be a devotee of Eris, Goddess of Chaos) swapping bodies after one of them gets tired of her own boring, chubby one.
A quick content note: This piece is a more fat-shamey than my normal work. Pretty mild as these things go, but maybe skip t...
2021-09-30 16:01:03 +0000 UTC
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Hi all! I am attempting Kinktober this year. I'm getting started a tiny bit early while I have time. To see the full list of prompts, you can go to my AO3 or dA. All the Kinktober stories will have a mix of genders, and once all the prompts are filled, I'll run a patron-only pol...
2021-09-30 02:44:56 +0000 UTC
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From the second you saw his profile, you had a good feeling about him. He was a couple years older than you. You shared a lot of the same interests. He was also gorgeous. He didn’t have a lot of photos up, but your eyes studied the ones he’d posted, drooling a little over his broad shoulders, well-muscled arms, and just a hint of a belly. He looked solid, like he could stop a runaway train with his bare hands. His profile also mentioned that he was interested in “settling down” and no...
2021-09-18 22:32:13 +0000 UTC
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The last few weeks of spring brought quiet to the crown princess’ palace. It was the lull before the summer social season. Evie insisted they make the most of it. “You’ve not really had to go through an entire season before, my dear. Four months of endless court festivities will knock you flat, so we must enjoy our freedom while we can.”
The couple went riding most mornings. In the afternoons, Evie would take time to go through her correspondence. Bartem would usually find a com...
2021-09-18 22:22:44 +0000 UTC
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In the carriage on the way to the party, they confirmed their ground rules for the evening.
“So you’re really up for anything? And you’re alright if I’m up for anything? And nothing is off-limits?” What Bartem was really asking was I’m not going to get in trouble if I fuck someone else, right? but he didn’t want to put it quite so bluntly.
Evie reached across the carriage and pinched his cheek a little. “Aww, is my little peach bun nervous?”
“Not...
2021-09-18 22:20:55 +0000 UTC
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The next morning (or, rather, early afternoon), Bartem awoke to a stomach that was still sore, if less swollen. He also found himself alone in bed. He could hear the sounds of her bathing in the next room and was a little surprised she’d managed to get out of bed so early.
The previous night’s gluttony-induced haze had dissipated. Much of what he’d eaten still hadn’t fully digested, but he felt hungry anyway. Part of him was ready to be an indolent honeymooning prince and ring t...
2021-09-18 22:18:34 +0000 UTC
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“Pass the pork, if you would, dear wife,” Bartem said with a grin. Evie smirked back and passed a platter of braised pork cheek covered in a thick, herb-heavy sauce. The wedding feast had begun, and all the good cheer was infectious. Everyone sat at long tables set into a square inside a large hall in the palace Bartem had never before set foot in. The food and drink were so abundant that it could’ve fed a large town several times over for weeks. Every kind of meat, fruit, vegetable, sp...
2021-09-18 22:16:22 +0000 UTC
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The Burrocks’ carriage ride to Princess Ginevra’s palace was utterly miserable. Or, at least, Linden couldn’t stop complaining about how miserable it was. Days of being trapped in a carriage with his father and two of his younger brothers with limited snacks was not something he ever would’ve signed up for. He was also still nursing the sting of his odd duck of a brother taking his rightful place within the royal family. And sure, that marriage meant that this ride was taking place in...
2021-09-18 22:14:36 +0000 UTC
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A month later, the newlyweds-to-be lay in Princess Ginevra’s bed together. Bartem lay back, his arms comfortably behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. Evie had her head on his chest.
For weeks, Bartem had been enjoying the seclusion of Evie’s personal palace. It had just been the two of them knocking around inside the place. He hadn’t had to worry about meeting other members of the royal family or dealing with mobs of courtiers. It had been an easy entrée into his life ...
2021-09-18 22:11:18 +0000 UTC
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Just days after his last tryst with Astor, Bartem was off to court. His parents hugged him tearfully, and his siblings wished him well (though whether those wishes were heartfelt was debatable) as he climbed into the most elaborate carriage he had ever seen. Two other carriages followed, each filled with trunks of Bartem’s belongings, and even more strapped to their roofs.
Bartem found it difficult to display any kind of emotion, even once he was alone and rolling toward his new home....
2021-09-18 22:08:43 +0000 UTC
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For the next month, it was as if a bomb had gone off in the Burrock household. Linden and Emmett were both deeply aggrieved. They spent their days moping in their rooms and occasionally waddling around the house to harass the rest of the family with their sulking.
Bartem avoided home at all costs. He spent his time in the village, rutting in haylofts and orchard rows with peasant boys like his days were numbered. (And weren’t they, after all?) When he was home, his father would hardly...
2021-09-18 22:01:50 +0000 UTC
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Cherry Tart
Take the fairest Cherries you can get, and pick them clean from the leaves and stalks: spread out your Coffin as for your Pippin-Tart and cover the bottom with Sugar, then cover the Sugar all over with Cherries, then cover those Cherries with Sugar, some sticks of Cinnamon, and here and there a Clove; then lay in more Cherries, and so more Sugar, Cinnamon and Cloves, till the coffin be filled up: then cover it, and bake it in all points, as the Codlin and Pippin...
2021-09-17 20:26:35 +0000 UTC
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Linden was nearly ready to be put on display. Two servants dressed and primped him as he popped small sweets into his mouth. Linden and the rest of his brothers would be presented to the princess that day, and though he was merely a third son, he had every intention of securing her hand. He had spent his entire life being molded into a soft, precious ornament. What better way for him to be displayed than on the arm of the future queen?
The servants placed gold circlets on his...
2019-12-03 00:51:59 +0000 UTC
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Year 1
I was never a big fan of Thanksgiving. No one in my family cooked particularly well, and the thought of a plateful of dry turkey and mushy pumpkin pie made me gag. Not to mention how fattening everything was. No matter how I felt about the food, I’d always end up eating too much of it. Didn’t want to insult anyone’s cooking or spoil the holiday with talk of diets and waistlines. It was only one day, after all.
Then I met Asher Murray. Asher loved Thanksgiving. You k...
2019-11-09 00:47:29 +0000 UTC
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I’ve noticed something recently now that I’m back to writing at a decent clip and have multiple stories properly chugging along: I have a hard time just sitting in one scene, especially if I’m writing anything over a certain length. My vignettes and shorts don’t struggle with this as much, but it’s pretty glaring (at least to me!) in longer pieces.
To be more specific about the problem, I’ve noticed I tend to gloss over things or skip potentially juicy bits in favor of “pr...
2019-10-09 01:14:08 +0000 UTC
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A new story is coming together! This one is about literally the luckiest sugar baby on this earth... who of course can’t resist all the delicious goodies she can now afford. Fun fact: the opening of this story is based on a real phenomenon. People truly do look up keywords like “credit card debt” and other money-related terms and start sending out “Message me and I’ll send you $—no nudes required!” A lot of it is clearly really scammy and fake (or at the very least a little pred...
2019-09-28 17:22:30 +0000 UTC
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I don’t remember exactly when or where it started, but I can recall exactly how it felt. It was wanderlust and hunger. A hazy desperation to leave everything behind.
I quit my job, bought good boots, a warm jacket, and packed a bag and tent. I didn’t bother to get rid of my things. There wasn’t time. I could feel this call thrumming through me every moment of every day. I had to go. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going or why, because I did not know.
On the last da...
2019-09-21 17:57:14 +0000 UTC
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Hi y’all!
It’s been approximately an age since I last checked in here. Life has thrown basically everything it could at me since then. Job loss and extended unemployment, starting a new job, trying to balance freelance work with full-time work and a long commute, mental and physical health issues—you get the idea.
With all that going on, I really struggled to write. I’d start stories and not know how to finish them, or be too burned out to do much beyond tuck things away ...
2019-09-20 17:32:15 +0000 UTC
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Hey, y'all! I've been chugging away at this story and am so excited to share this first part of it with you! I already have a good idea of where it's going, but I'm definitely open to suggestions as I work on the second half of it.
I'll also leave a short synopsis here so you know what you're getting into: Robin has had a crush on a girl named Margot who shops at the grocery store where she works for months. When she finally gets the courage to ask her out, Margot tells Robin she'...
2018-08-15 03:38:19 +0000 UTC
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Camden was cute. He was deferential but capable. I could throw anything on his desk and know the task would be completed as diligently and efficiently as possible. Our interactions were always cordial and professional. We didn’t do the fun, hip startup culture thing at our company, and he seemed perfectly fine with that. The line was always clear: I was his boss, he was my subordinate, and we didn’t have much of a relationship beyond that.
But women like me are greedy. Every time he walked...
2018-07-28 01:55:41 +0000 UTC
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Hi y’all!
Work has been incredibly brutal and is only going to get worse in the coming months. Luckily, I had a little burst of creativity over the weekend that I’m hoping to keep feeding so I can keep writing.
I haven’t gotten a ton done, but I think I’m finally getting somewhere with the new, improved version of Fattening the Boss. The first version of FtB was my first attempt at mixing feedism and femdom in my writing, and honestly, it just isn’t all that great. I didn...
2018-07-02 16:50:06 +0000 UTC
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Vote for which stories you'd like to see me work on more during this upcoming month!
I'll add a bit more detail about each story here:
- #1: Arrangement follows a young royal couple. The king has little to no interest in the actual work of ruling, but he is quite interested in all the delicious food that comes with the position. His queen is more than happy to take care of all the hard parts of ruling so the king can spend his time getting softer. Trouble arises when the law...
2018-05-03 00:12:59 +0000 UTC
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It had all been arranged when they were young. Amalia had been raised knowing who her husband was and what a good match it would be for both of their kingdoms. They met once as young children before they married, but when they were sealed to each other before a crowd of thousands, it may as well have been the first time.
The first few months were pleasant. Prince Connor was athletic and made their marriage bed quite inviting. Amalia liked him well enough. She found him a bit lacking in politic...
2018-04-25 16:33:45 +0000 UTC
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Corinna’s was everything a breakfast joint should be. The hostess, May, greeted Sam warmly and was excited to see he’d brought someone with him. “He always comes alone and it’s just not right for such a handsome man to have to eat alone.” May winked at Iris as she set down the menus on their table. Sam loved watching a flush creep into her cheeks. “Make sure he paces himself, sugar. He went too fast a few weeks back and only made it halfway through his meal.” Sam could see the gear...
2018-04-22 19:53:47 +0000 UTC
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It was difficult not to seem wildly overeager as she got out of her car in the parking lot of of a donut place she’d driven past a dozen times but never actually been inside of. She looked around, but saw no sign of Sam. She hoped she was at the right place. Google maps had told her there was another place called Eclairs on the other side of town.
There was a sound of a car door opening. She turned toward it and realized there was a behemoth of a pickup truck on the other side of the p...
2018-04-22 19:51:13 +0000 UTC
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It’s a well-known phenomenon that the weight area of the average gym is a very intimidating place. Iris had experienced the anxious conflict between wanting to finish a workout and the fear of being judged by heavily muscled, sweaty men in muscle tees hogging all the machines many times. She was no gym rat, but exercise made her feel good, and most weeks she hit the gym three or four times. Gym rituals were familiar to her.
Especially the discomfort of the weight area. She had st...
2018-04-22 19:46:39 +0000 UTC
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To market, to market, to buy a fat hog… Iris nibbled at her thumb nail, trying her best not to stare. But she was at such a perfect angle.
He was sitting at a table for four, but was clearly alone. He had been in the restaurant when she had been seated thirty minutes ago. Iris had glanced at him earlier, at which point a momentary flush of heat ran its course through her body. He was just her type. But she was just coming for lunch, so she didn’t pay him much attention.
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2018-04-22 19:39:21 +0000 UTC
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He dearly loved all his little pets. He sought to make them each as comfortable and happy as possible. His new particular favorite, Alimesia, was still horribly timid. She’d bitten him when he’d last tried to pick her up and feed her treats. What had she called him? “Dragon scum”? Terribly unoriginal. But humans were not known for their originality, and he did not pamper his sweet little human pets the way he did because he valued their intelligence. Quite the opposite. Koldrur found sil...
2018-04-22 19:31:14 +0000 UTC
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There had been lots of testing. She’d mostly used inanimate objects at first, studying them carefully to see if there were any strange effects. Clothes had been an important first step. If she couldn’t get it to work on her clothes, that would make things rather difficult. There was always the chance that they would decrease in mass but also increase in density, which wouldn’t have worked at all, and would likely have killed most living organisms. She wasn’t having that. Once the i...
2018-04-22 19:26:06 +0000 UTC
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“I can’t,” I whine as I try and finish chewing. “I can’t eat anymore.” My hand flutters across the top of my belly, where things are tightest. I swallow and whimper.
“And yet you just swallowed another bite.” He grins wickedly. He loves watching me like this, loves watching me eat until I’ve practically beached myself on the couch or in bed or at the buffet. “Come on. There’s only five more pieces. You won’t even have to lean forward to fill your plate—I’ll do...
2018-04-22 19:15:46 +0000 UTC
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