**Be warned this is not the usual sort of content you are used to from me** Kayla muffled a yawn as she dug a key out of her jean’s back pocket. It was seven thirty in the morning on a sunny Tuesday morning. She turned the key in the lock and opened the door. She shook the cinnamon curls from her face before taking a drink of her coffee. Opening shifts were the best and worst thing to Kayla. It was the worst because she had to be up early. It was the best because she was able to run the store how she wanted and could wear what she wanted. Kayla’s employee badge hung around her neck; buttons of various pop culture references lining both sides. Kayla was a short girl with a bit of “chub” to her. Her chubby thighs were squeezed into a pair of bright blue jeans. Her belly that bulged out over the waist of her pants was covered by a black top that fit her thicc frame comfortably. She walked into the shop and with a flick of a switch the lights came on. A smile came to her face as
Myst adjusted her tie one last time. “Stupid knots,” she huffed. It was date night and Myst was taking the proper steps with her wardrobe to make it a special affair. No good pair of jeans or leggings. No black t-shirts of any kind in sight. She and her wife were going on a “fancy” night out and the goth wanted to put more than her usual amount of effort into her evening attire. She stepped in front of the mirror to admire her work. Being pregnant, especially with twins, would have been a hindrance to most people but Myst had figured a way to make it work. Her black hair had been woven into an intricate braid that ran down the length of her neck and stopped between her shoulder blades. Her lips had been painted an emerald green; the same color as her eyes. A dark choker circled her neck; a skull sat in the center of her throat with a macabre smile. Myst was not one for fancy dresses or gowns. Never in her life had she clamored to wear those sorts of things. She was
“Are you sure Myst? I know this is terribly short notice.” “It’s no trouble at all! Go have fun at the party sweetie. Jodie and I were planning on a low key night with horror movies and scaring trick or treaters. It’s not a big deal. Really.” That was the discussion that sealed the deal. Garrett arrived about an hour later and dropped off the twins for Myst to babysit. He waved goodbye and drove away with his partner to enjoy some time at a Halloween party. Myst blew a kiss goodbye as she waved. “Don’t worry about anything! I’ll take good care of the little ones!” The goth smiled from ear to ear as she stepped back inside. She could hardly contain her excitement. Myst was dressed in her usual dark aesthetic. She had extra piercings in her ears and a choker around her neck. On her pale face the outlines of a skull had been painted. Her lips were stained a dark, sultry shade of black. Her nails had been tipped with matching points. She wore a long sleeved top that looped over
The summer was growing tired in the later weeks of the season. The last hurrah of the warm months. The flowers were on full display in a multitude of colors. The trees were brandishing their green leaves in the last showcase before they turned to reds, oranges, and golds. Azalea stood at the entrance of her garden and smiled. “And how are we today, my lovelies?” Her voice was low and soft but had a smoky tone to it. She stepped into the garden with knee high boots and gently made her way along the trodden path. Her attire was a stark contrast to the bright pastels of the flowers and foliage around her. Her wide brimmed sun hat, her dark, round sunglasses, her flowing open over shirt, her crop top, and her leggings were the color of the night sky. Even her lipstick was a dark color with sparkles. Her blue hair hung around her shoulders. Azalea walked with her hands by her aides, her fingers outstretched. The flowers were not the only thing that were blooming. Azalea was pregnant;
Hard days are tough. Hard weeks are worse because it’s all the bullshit of a hard day multiplied several times. With being behind on work, stress over bills, and other worries that had decided to join in, Audrey needed a weekend. A weekend where she did nothing except for one thing. Audrey had spent the last two days engaging in every stress craving she could have and she indulged until they all passed. Audrey had dressed herself in black sweat pants and an orange tank top; a time tested comfortable wardrobe combination. Her wavy, cinnamon locks had been tied up in a quick bun. She was out of fucks to give at this point. The short brunette now sat on the couch with a bowl in hand. She used her fork to scrape together one last mouthful of Buffalo Mac n cheese before she put the bowl down beside her. Her cheeks bulged as she chewed the last mouthful with a contented sigh. Atop the couch Blitz let out a seemingly concerned mew as he watched his mother consume another bowl of food. “It’s
In a round hut beneath a large oak tree, a young witch was hard at work. Luna studied the words carefully. Her big, brown eyes carefully reading each ancient rune. The spell caster had been hard at work all night and it seemed a breakthrough was finally within reach.
“Aperire...doc...I think I’ve got it!” The young witch thought. An excited smile spread across her freckled checks as she set the book down and turned herself forward. “Easy spell my ass…”
She took a deep breath and prepared herself. Luna had always had a proficiency for magic but it was tiring work, especially in her condition. Luna
**Be warned this is not the usual sort of content you are used to from me** Kayla muffled a yawn as she dug a key out of her jean’s back pocket. It was seven thirty in the morning on a sunny Tuesday morning. She turned the key in the lock and opened the door. She shook the cinnamon curls from her face before taking a drink of her coffee. Opening shifts were the best and worst thing to Kayla. It was the worst because she had to be up early. It was the best because she was able to run the store how she wanted and could wear what she wanted. Kayla’s employee badge hung around her neck; buttons of various pop culture references lining both sides. Kayla was a short girl with a bit of “chub” to her. Her chubby thighs were squeezed into a pair of bright blue jeans. Her belly that bulged out over the waist of her pants was covered by a black top that fit her thicc frame comfortably. She walked into the shop and with a flick of a switch the lights came on. A smile came to her face as
Myst adjusted her tie one last time. “Stupid knots,” she huffed. It was date night and Myst was taking the proper steps with her wardrobe to make it a special affair. No good pair of jeans or leggings. No black t-shirts of any kind in sight. She and her wife were going on a “fancy” night out and the goth wanted to put more than her usual amount of effort into her evening attire. She stepped in front of the mirror to admire her work. Being pregnant, especially with twins, would have been a hindrance to most people but Myst had figured a way to make it work. Her black hair had been woven into an intricate braid that ran down the length of her neck and stopped between her shoulder blades. Her lips had been painted an emerald green; the same color as her eyes. A dark choker circled her neck; a skull sat in the center of her throat with a macabre smile. Myst was not one for fancy dresses or gowns. Never in her life had she clamored to wear those sorts of things. She was
“Are you sure Myst? I know this is terribly short notice.” “It’s no trouble at all! Go have fun at the party sweetie. Jodie and I were planning on a low key night with horror movies and scaring trick or treaters. It’s not a big deal. Really.” That was the discussion that sealed the deal. Garrett arrived about an hour later and dropped off the twins for Myst to babysit. He waved goodbye and drove away with his partner to enjoy some time at a Halloween party. Myst blew a kiss goodbye as she waved. “Don’t worry about anything! I’ll take good care of the little ones!” The goth smiled from ear to ear as she stepped back inside. She could hardly contain her excitement. Myst was dressed in her usual dark aesthetic. She had extra piercings in her ears and a choker around her neck. On her pale face the outlines of a skull had been painted. Her lips were stained a dark, sultry shade of black. Her nails had been tipped with matching points. She wore a long sleeved top that looped over
The summer was growing tired in the later weeks of the season. The last hurrah of the warm months. The flowers were on full display in a multitude of colors. The trees were brandishing their green leaves in the last showcase before they turned to reds, oranges, and golds. Azalea stood at the entrance of her garden and smiled. “And how are we today, my lovelies?” Her voice was low and soft but had a smoky tone to it. She stepped into the garden with knee high boots and gently made her way along the trodden path. Her attire was a stark contrast to the bright pastels of the flowers and foliage around her. Her wide brimmed sun hat, her dark, round sunglasses, her flowing open over shirt, her crop top, and her leggings were the color of the night sky. Even her lipstick was a dark color with sparkles. Her blue hair hung around her shoulders. Azalea walked with her hands by her aides, her fingers outstretched. The flowers were not the only thing that were blooming. Azalea was pregnant;
Hard days are tough. Hard weeks are worse because it’s all the bullshit of a hard day multiplied several times. With being behind on work, stress over bills, and other worries that had decided to join in, Audrey needed a weekend. A weekend where she did nothing except for one thing. Audrey had spent the last two days engaging in every stress craving she could have and she indulged until they all passed. Audrey had dressed herself in black sweat pants and an orange tank top; a time tested comfortable wardrobe combination. Her wavy, cinnamon locks had been tied up in a quick bun. She was out of fucks to give at this point. The short brunette now sat on the couch with a bowl in hand. She used her fork to scrape together one last mouthful of Buffalo Mac n cheese before she put the bowl down beside her. Her cheeks bulged as she chewed the last mouthful with a contented sigh. Atop the couch Blitz let out a seemingly concerned mew as he watched his mother consume another bowl of food. “It’s
In a round hut beneath a large oak tree, a young witch was hard at work. Luna studied the words carefully. Her big, brown eyes carefully reading each ancient rune. The spell caster had been hard at work all night and it seemed a breakthrough was finally within reach.
“Aperire...doc...I think I’ve got it!” The young witch thought. An excited smile spread across her freckled checks as she set the book down and turned herself forward. “Easy spell my ass…”
She took a deep breath and prepared herself. Luna had always had a proficiency for magic but it was tiring work, especially in her condition. Luna
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Merry Abyss-Mas everyone! What better way to celebrate the holidays than with a few new stories filled with fantasy girls and pregnant tummies!
Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday!
See you in 2019