Krabopolis

"It really is quite remarkable the kinds of things a dead universe can have in it. While much of it is just free floating atoms, so much can still retain shape." This wasn't the first time you had heard these rambling thoughts, and it was far from the last. Situations like this were common now that all you and your friend had nothing better to do. Sitting across the room, typing away at a computer with a manic grin on her face, Aradia was repeating the same speech she had given many times before. It always started the same way, and without you responding she continued. "For example, most parts of it simply drift apart and cease to be without gravity holding it together, but when you do something like this..." You know what she's doing without even seeing it, a few taps of keys causing her monitor to zoom through the depths of space of a dying reality, pivoting around exploding planets and detonating moons before focusing in on yet another fast food joint. A sigh tumbles past

It’s a bad sign that the first time that Weiss was having second thoughts about her lifestyle is when she was face first in a tub of ice cream. Not that she hadn’t put an absurd amount of thought into that lifestyle. The heiress of the Schnee fortune only had her future on the mind after one fateful night. All it took was one portion size too large to unlock something in the Schnee psyche, the feeling of fullness stirring an emotion inside her. It wasn’t long before every meal was going up in size, Weiss carefully keeping track of just how much she could eat without wasting anything for later. Never once did she leave leftovers, even as her meals grew. That kind of feasting led to inevitable effects, as to be expected. Now here she was, in her underwear, leaning into the fridge as she buried her face down into a tub of ice cream, eating it out in the middle of the night. Clad in just her ill-fitting underwear, the

Sometimes the start of a downward spiral can be as innocuous as one errant comment. It just takes a small suggestion to ruin someone’s whole world view and turn them into a monster. For Gudako, it only took the sight of her servants on a Christmas Day feast to change her. Watching her servants cradle overstuffed bellies, bloated and full as they could be, yet still reaching for more delectable food had a profound effect on her. When the new year began, the Master of Chaldea would not let up on the feasting, offering her Servants treats and meals wherever they went. Soon it was commonplace to see servants stifling belches and groaning with fullness, doing their best to fight their rising appetites. Whenever a Servant would try to stand up for themselves, Gudako was there with a Command Seal and a tray of brownies to change their mind. The results were predictable. Waistlines ballooned outward, weights skyrocketed, and before long the halls of

Caramel Cutie: Thanks for the roulettes, cutie! I wanna chat more, but I need a drink, so brb~ Letting out a content sigh as you leaned back in your chair, the reinforced gaming chair you used creaking under your bulk. Hanging out with your... well, calling the Miqo’te you played with your girlfriend might be self indulgent, but you still liked to think of her like that. Sure, maybe it was someone totally different than the sweetheart you knew behind the screen, but you weren’t exactly the buff Roegadyn you were in game either. Heavy footfalls thumped outside your door, and before you could do anything about it, your roommate stepped in, knocking the door open with her landslide of her hip. “Whatcha up to, Senpai?” A two-liter in her hands, you watched her lift it to her lips as she waddled over to you, the chocolatey mass of lard and meanness approaching you. Seeing what was on your screen, mainly the half naked cat girl dancing while the player was AFK, she snickered. Her

"Charging sequence complete, activating wake mode." ... Good morning, Master. Are you awake? I'm sorry if I disturbed you, you just seem to sleep so late into the day now. I would love to let you rest more, but if I allow you to sleep in you may miss breakfast, and WebMD currently recommends always eating first thing in the morning to maintain your body's rhythms. Now, now, no turning over, let's get you up. "Engaging hydraulic stabilizers. Weight capacity at 89%." Have you gotten heavier? I think that you may be close to approaching a stable weight, Master, since that stomach of yours is finally larger than your mattress! Coupling that with the marked increase to your bust size, and you may have become less malnourished. There we are... Hmm, it seems as though your bed has crumpled during your sleep, Master. Perhaps the metal frame was cheaply made. You only weigh- ZZZT! pounds, which is dangerously underweight for someone of your height. I will order a replacement bed.

"I can't believe this bullshit! Who the hell would even think about this..." Grumbling as she scrounged under the table, brushing aside dust as she squinted her eyes, Toko Fukawa huffed under her breath. With the sun going down outside, it was getting hard and harder as time went on. Growling, Toko bashed her head against the bottom of her desk as she wriggled out. During class, her terrible sleep schedule, it was no wonder that she had simply passed out sitting at her desk. Now, hours later, she'd awoken. Not a soul had bothered to stir her, leaving the messy girl to lift her face out of a pool of her own drool. Normally being ignored by her fellow Super Talented classmates wouldn't bother her, but normally she wasn't missing her notebook either. From some point in falling asleep to waking up, it had disappeared from her desk. Toko had already torn through most of the other desks to see if someone had left it here, but clearly someone had taken it elsewhere. Even the thought of

Between the lightning storms, harsh winds, machina, and gunfire, it was hard to tell what sound was what on the Bozjan front. For those that lived for this kind of battle, however, it was part of the fun. Such as it was for a scorpion armor advancing on a Resistance platoon. Normally it would tear through them, the magitek armor's advanced weaponry more than a match for guns and swords, but this time there was a howl on the wind. A howl that only grew louder before a figure slammed down onto the back of the large metal arachnid. It bucked, gun pivoting upward to try and fire on the attacker, but a twist of the spear embedded in its back ending its fight. The scorpion collapsed to the ground, and the figure hopped down. Landing in the dirt, the dragoon slung her spear back over her shoulder, letting out a sigh. Rolling her arms to get any kinks out, her appearance became more noticeably odd as she left the cloud of wreckage. The woman's mocha skin and white scales weren't

You had to admit to yourself that you didn't think this would be how you met your first date. Was it supposed to be this easy? Squirming awkwardly in your booth seat, you thought back to the weeks leading up to this. It had been a simple enough night at the time. You'd been waiting for a rare enemy to spawn in one of your favorite MMOs, when a hulking behemoth of black armor and a sword three times the size of your character arrived. The metal behemoth had sat down next to you, smoke and evil energy curling off their avatar, waiting for the same monster you were. Knowing it could be an hour before it spawned, you'd pushed past your shy nature to start striking up a conversation with the person while you waited. That conversation had quickly evolved as time went on, talking about aspects of the game you liked. Even after the demon monster had been killed, decapitated in nearly one swing by your new friend, the two of you had still kept talking. The giant of metal and edginess had

You knew this was a bad idea as soon as you turned the corner of the alley. Drunk, you'd decided that the best way home from the bar would be the shortest. So instead of walking down the brightly lit street to your apartment, you turned into the nearest alley and let the darkness of it swallow you. Taking a few steps further, you felt your vision adjust to the dark. Squinting, you soldiered onward. Pressing further into the inky passage, you felt a cold chill run down your spine. It cut through the drunken haze clouding your mind, and with the last spurt of survival instincts you might ever have, you spun around. Nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned back around only to immediately bump into something. You hurled your arms out in panic and fell to the ground. Looking up at what you had struck, your fear turned to confusion. Standing over you, smiling, was a young woman. A bit shorter than you, short black hair framing her face. You felt your stomach drop as you