The Lodge - Chapter Two by BrokenCassette, literature
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The Lodge - Chapter Two
By early morning the snow had finally stopped, leaving a flaky white crust on the roof of the lodge. Breakfast wasn't served until seven, and though that had once seemed a steep wake-up time, Xavier didn't seem to mind usually. He had certainly gotten used to keeping odd hours in his time working there.
Still, even with the rush of last night still very much alive, Xavier found it a bit hard to leave the safe security of his futon. Suddenly realizing how comfortable his pillow was, he finally made an effort to heave himself to his feet. Grunting at no one, he felt a shiver run down his spine, the cold air against his skin making him rethin
The Lodge - Chapter One by BrokenCassette, literature
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The Lodge - Chapter One
It must have been hours since anyone had said a single word. The only sound came from the awkward clatter of silverware against silverware, the kitchen lights tired and fading as the employees at the White Lake Lodge worked cautiously and quietly. Xavier had never gotten used to the strange silence of those late nights, when patrons at the inn had long since gone to sleep and there was little to do except clean. True, he couldn't imagine what they might talk about if anyone should happen to speak up, but it never stopped being awkward, even after having worked there for months. It almost seemed like the silence had intensified since the seaso
Before I had walked ten steps into the campground I was out of breath, unsurprisingly. I had only brought one suitcase but it might as well have been a block of cement. Before I had time to completely recover, the light sound of trainers coming across the soft rubble interrupted the silence.
"Hi there! How're you doing today? Name?" Looking up I saw a fit boy wearing shorts so tight he might as well have been wearing none at all. He didn't even wait for a reply to his first question before pulling out a clipboard, scanning what must have been a list. "Simms." I told him. "Samuel Simms." I started putting my baggage down for the moment, than
I'll admit, I never thought I would be the kind of guy to give into an idea as dated and ineffective as 'fat camp', but then again, it wasn't entirely my idea. It wasn't a direct command from anyone else, either. Not really. Every time I came back home for a weekend my mom would mention how much her church group's sons and daughters had enjoyed it, and how much weight they'd all lost. She didn't spare any details, either - she was already passing photographs to me before the words had even fully left her mouth. One particularly shocking photo was of a boy who weighed close to 500 pounds before going to the camp - his "before" picture looked
The Old Suit - Chapter 7 by BrokenCassette, literature
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The Old Suit - Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
As Zan started to push us towards the door, I let out a gasp. With a low rumble, I started to grow...and fast. My suspenders started to quiver as my torso transformed from a belly into a billowing monstrosity, spilling over the sides of my tearing pants. My cascading belly made me stumble forward suddenly, growing over and then out, only to be balanced out by a sudden wave of fat in my butt, pressing against the plush seat of my pants and snapping the thread around my thighs. My face began to soften at an alarming rate; I felt chins starting to form under my original, my neck exploding into a scarf of blubber. My already puffy che
The Old Suit - Chapter 6 by BrokenCassette, literature
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The Old Suit - Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Neither of us said a word as me and Joshua got back into the truck after the burger disaster. Once we were both inside and a few blocks away from the gawking burger joint employees, he took out a packet of moist wipes and did his best to clean my ketchup-splattered face as I sat in embarrassment, my cheeks still even after all of it was wiped away. After he had cleaned me up he started working on my incredibly messy shirt and jacket. "...What the...?" Before Joshua even had the chance to start mopping up the condiments they started to fade on their own, within seconds leaving the suit as if it were brand new. Joshua was dumbfounde
The Old Suit - Chapter 5 by BrokenCassette, literature
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The Old Suit - Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
It was another cold night, not unlike most nights in the village of Felton. Children were already asleep in their beds, mothers starting to doze off themselves with bedtime stories still in their hands. The light breeze carried up from the town square for miles, even up to the chateau of Alexander Alabaster, known by many as "the ice king". The richest man in Felton, and in fact the owner of the entire town.
Felton wasn't always very big. In fact, for many years it was scarcely more than nine or ten families living together. But that was before the Alabasters moved in. No one really knows where they came from or why they had arri