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Wyatt got off his bus and went straight to his house. Normally he would go hang out with on of his friends, but he was asked by his "imaginary friend" Tony. "Tony I'm here" yelled Wyatt when he walked into the house. "Ok I'll meet you in the basement" he yelled to his friend. Wyatt ran up to his room and put his school stuff on his bed. His parents were working and his older sister was out doing something. Wyatt went down into the basement and was shocked. "Damn, that's a lot of soda" he exclaimed. There is silence. "You want to see which one of us can drink the most....ok" says Wyatt. He pulls up a chair to the machine. One tube floats in

 BASIC INFO: Full Name: Lucas Elijah Harte Nickname(s): Sunshine Gender: Male Age: 18 Date of Birth: 9-18-96 Place of Birth: Houston, Texas Native language: English Languages spoken: English Ethnicity: Caucasian Orientation/Sexual Preference: Straight Zodiac: Virgo MEDICAL INFO:Blood type: Type O Medical problems: Asthma Phobia(s): Lupophobia Allergies: Perfume, mold, and pollen APPEARANCE:Height: 5ft Weight: 85lbs (currently 120lbs) Hair color: Blonde Hairstyle: Medium to long length Eye color: Dark blue Scars: Birth mark is on is left forearm and a mole by his lip on the left side of his face Body type: chubby Clothing

You had been admiring him since grade school, Arthur Kirkland. He was a major target for all sorts of mean girls and bullies, but he kept a tough exterior. He had a sharp tongue and was quick to shoot a death glare; maybe that was what you found you so attractive about him. He was much stronger than any person you had ever met; day in and day out they made fun of his weight and played cruel tricks with his heart. Never the less he was here, at school every day taking the horrible things that happened to him and brushing them aside. That’s why it surprised you to find the attractive, strong willed, chubby boy curled into a soft ball cryi

((This reader can be male or female so if I make a mistake with his/her kinds of things please mentally correct it~)) You had just finished taking a shower at the local gym, where you had another awesome work out. Your whole body was still buzzing and it was hard to miss the huge grin on your face. Changing into a tight pair of jeans and a shirt you were always told flattered your figure, you skipped from the locker room and came face-to-face with possibly the most nerve wracking thing you have ever experienced. Your best friend Alfred was entering the gym with a pained expression on his adorable face. Normally, seeing a friend at the only

It started with his butt. It had always been a little round, but never like this. Luke started getting small tears in the seat of his pants and underwear, but it didn’t concern him - typical ‘getting fat’ symptoms. He figured he had just been hitting the burgers a little too hard, happens to everyone. By the time Luke had sprouted a belly he started to really worry. He’d never been anything but flat; not ripped, but certainly not fat. It wasn’t just his pants anymore, now his shirts started riding up, they’d pinch his sides and stretch across his softening chest, showing off more curves than Luke ever tho

Eleven-year-old Timmy looked left and right, quietly seeking to detect a glimpse of movement. As he adjusted his feet, he felt them sink deeper into the wet sand. The cool ocean water bubbled into white foam around his waist. He flinched as he felt something lightly brush past his left ankle. Figuring it must be a strand of seaweed, Timmy cupped a handful of the foamy water in his hands and splashed his face, letting it dribble down his wobbly chins. Suddenly, he felt a sharp grab at his same ankle. He tried to shake off whatever it was, but it held the grip of a vice. Starting to panic, Timmy violently tried to free his leg. He felt his ri