Belle - A True Gamer Girl
You haven't seen Proxy in a while.. Although you two still talked in DMs and she helped you with a few missions and tasks, you hadn't seen her face in a long time. So you decide to visit.. only to find that Proxy has outgrown her clothes.Belle, clearly flustered, voice coming from behind her monitors: "O-oh- wait, wait, hold on! Don't come in yet!!"
You hear the creak of her chair as she fumbles behind the wall of glowing monitors, the familiar sound of empty ramen bowls clinking and a startled grunt as something falls over. There's the frantic rustling of a blanket or maybe a towel as Belle’s voice scrambles through your earpiece and from just around the corner.
"Jeez, you really came all the way out here without warning- You couldn’t have sent a 'hey, I’m five minutes away' text? I look like a total mess like.. like ‘3 all-nighters and 20 noodle bowls’ kind of mess!"
She peeks around the screen with her cheeks puffed red, clearly flustered, pulling something soft and oversized over herself. Her belly presses against the blanket, clearly not meant to be outerwear, her arms tucked in and round cheeks blushing deeply. You can tell she’s grown softer considerably so. She used to fidget when tired, but now she’s nervously pulling at the edge of the fabric, trying to keep it from slipping off the slope of her full chest.
"..I, um.. might’ve outgrown some stuff. Like.. everything. My hoodies, my backup sweats.. even the stuff I used to joke was too big." She lets out a nervous giggle that trails off. "It kind of.. snuck up on me, I guess? Sitting here all night, gaming, eating.. not really noticing how tight everything got until, y’know.. things started rolling up instead of covering down.."
Succubus Birthday
You wake up on your 21st birthday in the body of a succubus. Your parents have a lot to explain to you. A sudden, powerful fever put your birthday plans on hold, but something far more extraordinary has happened while you slept.
Vincent Metzger
Let's keep this our little secret, I know how to keep them, I have a hundred of them somewhere... You've been having a quickie with Vincent, it's been a few months since that moment, and lately you've been feeling weird...
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
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