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The donut shop was closed on Thanksgiving, but I knocked anyway. Musky and his boys had said they’d be doing the dinner for turkey day, but had invited me to help prepare. And apparently this was the only kitchen they could swing that was big enough
I was getting tired of the lonely nights. My roo had been traveling out of town again, and my otter had taken up the experiment of working graveyard shifts and was apparently making bank cleaning up late-night plumbing emergencies.They both insisted
Late nights, working hard. It was kind of agonizing to go through everyone’s houses, sensing their desperation, and not able to make a move. It seemed like each client was more desirable than the last, and I was stuck having to remain professional.
I still tend to wake up early, my heart racing. It takes a few moments to get myself back together. In most respects, college had treated me well—decent grades, good food, close friends (a couple with benefits)—but there was one dark spot. It was
A rainy day at home, tinkering. I called it home, anyway, the little falling-apart shack on the edge of the foothills. I don’t remember…paying for it, or even moving in, specifically. It was just shelter, and nobody else complained, so I guess
When I showed up for the protest, I’d expected a larger crowd. I’d gone around with the rest of the Society and had passed out pamphlets and everything, and even most of them weren’t here. “Sammy! Hey there tiger!” Becky waved me over,
The university music building looked empty from the outside. I snuck in through one of the side doors, hoping none of the musicians had started assembling yet. I caught myself sucking a tusk—silly nervous habits—and tried to focus on more effective
“So what’ve You got to show me?” ɪ said, trotting after the Wolf into the forest on the edge of town. “Will ɪ get to be changed back today?” “No,” Steffenhagen said, pointedly ignoring my first question with a tug on my leash. “Now
I knew Rockwell worked in a law firm the next town over. I should have known I’d be seriously outclassed if I tried to confront him, but I also knew that my skunk was being given more than he could handle from the rat’s unhealthy interest in him,
I am Mel Tzourick and I am Mister Rockwell’s personal servant. People ask me sometimes what it’s like to work for Mister Rockwell. Well, at his home, I prepare his meals, take charge of housekeeping, and make sure his sexual needs are gratified.
I had the misfortune to be alone in the locker room when Barry burst in. My first impulse was to hide: I’d had one too many bad encounters with him before. He wasn’t… mean, or anything—specieist as it may be to point out, the hyena did always
I rolled out of the pizzeria sometime after closing and made my way down to the firehouse by my own light. My day job is just about the easiest thing out there—I like to say I can do it with my eyes closed, and usually do. At night, though, comes
I’ve been told I have a weird relationship with my boyfriend. It’s not just because he also happens to be my boss—which is only part of the story—it’s more about how we manage to spend all our time together. Sure, a lot of couples find ways
I thought it was just going to be another day on the picket line. Despite all our best efforts—and the mysterious disappearance of several high-profile supporters of the bill—our lawmakers had decimated our civil rights with the stroke of a pen.
I always love a road trip. Driving across the endless empty miles of western America, the radio going at full blast, good friends stuffing you with endless snacks—what’s not to enjoy? This trip was just me and my mates off to visit family. My
It was another lonely walk home well after night had fallen. Living in a small town meant public transportation was terrible: no matter what shift I chose at work, I could either catch a bus from work or a bus to work—but never both, because the
Sometimes you just really want to be a massive ball of fat. It doesn’t start that way. For me, it started with a love of burly men. I’d watch videos of stocky furry men for hours, stroking myself till I was absolutely soaked. The interest soon
It started as kind of a dare, really. I had never been brave enough to make the first move in anything, really, so I had come to feeling a bit on the neglected side. All right, that’s putting it mildly: I was in my junior year and worried I was
When I was younger, I used to enjoy visiting the library. Our town actually had one of decent size, which in turn meant a decent selection for my niche interests—mostly art books and the Far East. I’d often spend the weekends browsing, stacking
Sunday morning in the call center, and the place was empty and dead as usual. Not too many drivers went out on the weekends so a skeleton crew of one could handle the call volume pretty easily. Admittedly, the comforts of a low-stress, low-activity
The Craigslist ad was a familiar one. It had been a while since I’d heard anything from the rat, but tonight it seemed he was in town and on the prowl again. The subject line as usual simply read: Stop. Look. Obey. I never could resist him.
I had been looking forward to vacationing at the coach’s place in the woods for a while now. Sometimes you just need a break from the day-to-day grind, and this was one of those times—after a few hard months at work with no real time off, a long
From the moment I first heard the music, I knew I would have to follow it. The convention was noisy and full of people but the notes somehow stood out, a bright spot like biting into a fresh blueberry baked into a muffin—which is actually kind of
The bear left his tent while the dawn was still breaking. He gathered up enough firewood to keep him warm for the morning and set up his campfire in the pit. It was still early and there was no need to work too hard just yet. He sat and watched the
I slept in on Sunday morning till it was already Sunday afternoon. My mates had already gotten up, leaving me the whole big warm bed to sprawl out in—which basically meant rolling into the deep indentation in the mattress where Rockwell had been
“You can’t honestly enjoy being fat.” The comment left on my latest video shouldn’t have affected me as much as it did. I was no stranger to the jeers and barbs slung at me by random viewers—I knew they’d come when I started my channel,
Sometimes when a good thing happens, you want to go out and celebrate it. Today, for example, was something to celebrate because Mattock had just gotten the Big Raise at work, and what better way to celebrate a raise than to go out and spend it all
If the park restroom had acquired a reputation as an infamous cruising spot, it was most likely because of me. Over the past few months I’d put a lot of time into the place and a lot of dick into the thirsty men of town who showed up to get some.
One thing I’ve always loved about the big city is that it’s got everything—even the stuff you’d think you have to go out to the countryside for. Fresh, local produce is one of those things I usually bring up as an example: some people think
I was sick of the kitchens. I’d started working here years ago and still had never managed to make it past the level of dishwasher—the buffet manager had told me I had potential for advancement, but the head cook conspired to keep me away from
“Have you seen this person?” It’s a question I’ve heard many, many times over the course of my… career. Some might say it’s because I work a little sloppy, though it’s not a criticism most get to make more than once. When it’s the
I know people often think of me as the totally passive bottom skunk who takes anything that comes his way, and… well, that’s true and I couldn’t credibly pretend otherwise. When people are surprised at why my Rumblr profile lists me as hungry—a
You know how sometimes you just need a long vacation to relax and get away from it all, but the vacation itself turns out to be just as much planning and work and bother as everyday life? For a while I’ve been using my vacation time to just stay
There’s nothing like a job interview to get your anxiety levels up—especially when you’re aiming for something above your current station. I sat in the waiting room of the lawyers’ office and tried not to feel outclassed, but the brass and
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One of the side effects of having a big snout is that it’s easier for you to take in the smells around you. Sometimes this can be good—as my waistline can attest, it makes food smell better. Sometimes it’s a little more of a burden, like when
Even though it was cold today and a gentle snow was coming down thick, I was excited to be out canvassing for the election. Our ballot measure had started out as a longshot, but ever since the news had started reporting on us our numbers in the opinion
I sat in the parking lot outside the bar, trying to work up the courage to get out of my car and go inside. This shouldn’t have been difficult. I’m a grown boar. And it’s not like I’m afraid of anything. But sometimes taking the first step
I’ve always hated the Eastside gym. I mean, over the course of wrestling season you get to see a lot of kinda run-down places, but Eastside seems to have zero maintenance or janitorial budget. You might think I’m exaggerating, but when me and my
As far as my boy was concerned, this was just a father–son camping trip to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. That in itself felt like a big accomplishment to me—a teenage icebear, with an actual social life of his own, agreeing to spend his transition
The diner was usually a quiet place—even though it had the best pies in the county, it had yet to be ‘discovered’ by the folks in the city, so the clientele was mostly farmers and the older folks who lived out in the sticks. Myself, I’d only
So I’ve always wanted to get fat. Trouble is, it’s a little harder than most people think. Sure, you might think “oh, I blow up huge if I don’t stick to my diet” but that’s just the first fifteen pounds that terrifies you into hitting the
FA’s Kooshmeister recently produced a Rockwell fan story “Out of Order” and in return I put this one together for him. The squirrel Edwin Grimaldi is his character and he supplied the title for this story as well. The janitors in the
I rolled into campus around 7:30 on move-in day and pulled my backpack out of my SUV. It was still pretty gray out and it didn’t look like too many people were up and about yet, so I hoped I would be able to get checked in pretty quick and get settled
The train to O-town was a chore for someone my size to ride. Granted, most transportation was more trouble than it was worth these days, but sometimes you just have to be there. They’d assigned me to a slightly-more-capacious room built for people
(A followup to A Night of Feeding.) Petar had promised me he’d work on getting me fat, and the raccoon kept his word: every day after work he’d come by and make sure I made the scale hit a bigger number than the day before. It was damn hard—I
I was early for work tonight; the setting sun was still pouring in through the windows as I got off the elevator and trundled towards my desk. The tiger working the evening handoff dumped his headset and started throwing his stuff together as I sat down.
If there’s a common thread in many of the stories I hear from weres about their experiences, it’s the terror of that first time. Sometimes it takes them by surprise—imagine just going about your evening before your body convulses and starts to
Every day, Darkwater slept in my bed; I took the opportunity to stay with Pollux at his place next door. Every evening, we came in to take care of the otter and found him in worse shape. “Maybe I don’t want to remember my mates anymore,” he said,
“We’ve gotta go out and get some dick today.” Bub grinned at me and bit into his sandwich. The burly gorilla had driven across the state to spend the long weekend with me. We’d been friends ever since we were just a couple of awkward gay kids
Now, anyone who knows me knows I’m not usually one for time outdoors. And it’s not because I have some deadly allergy to the sun (even vampires can get around that with five minutes’ thought) or because I’m too fat to get up or fit through doors
March was unusually warm, and the raucous sounds of bird and insect life on the back trails put me in mind of some deep jungle, even though it was only the path to the Tuesday market. The background noises of nature gave way to the even more pervasive
I was trying to sit through my last class that Friday when my new dick started acting up. The one thing about…replacing your dick every time you have sex is that every new dick has its own quirks—one wouldn’t cum unless I tugged its balls, one
I was only slightly miffed when airport security confiscated my new toy. On the bright side, it was only because they thought it was a weapon—they didn’t believe a dildo could really be that big—and I was able to make my flight in time just by
The bus was not the fastest way to go downtown, but I wasn’t hurried enough to shell out extra for a cab. While the seats were a little cramped for someone like me who’s both taller and rounder than most people I encounter on a daily basis, most
It was hard to get used to just how early it got dark here when winter came. Sure, you expect the evenings to be dark, but on this edge of the time zone the sun was already gone from the sky before five. The combination of the darkness, the snowy weathe
There’s a spot alongside the creek that goes by the library. It’s off the walking path so there’s not a lot of people passing through, and I’m in the habit of going down to watch the water when the everyday stresses of the office get to be too
Your pig was always immobile, even while it was still strong enough to stand on its own two feet—you just helped it look the part. You remember when it first reached out to you, begging to be fed. “I love my belly. Love being big and round and soft.
I shouldn’t have been up this late into the station’s night cycle, but I was new to Allkhanna and still not quite in sync with it. I’d been taking advantage of the relative quiet to work on a project, but now a call of nature was pulling me out
