TheCyrilFiggis

((Contains BBW, XWG, and lots of fication)) PROJECT WEIRDWARES: DAY 63 Michelle’s phone blared like a national alert, but the redhead was far too deep in slumber to do anything about it. Even if she was close to consciousness, her phone was in the bedroom, and that was a whole ten feet away from the couch; it would be so much easier to let it run its course rather than force her elephantine body to a vertical position. The chirping little nuisance eventually ceased, and a sleepy smile spread across her plump lips, as though she was aware of beating the bell. This was fast becoming the norm for the doughy woman, who did not have great sleep habits even in the best of times. The days of waking up early for a jog or morning practice were a thing of the distant past, as Michelle had only grown lazier and more sluggish as she got further away from her student athlete days. She made some effort to wake up early when she got her job as a security guard for Wunder, but that was stymied

((Contains BBW, BHM, XWG, Pumpkin TF, Horror, Romance, and the Kitchen Sink)) Halloween was a big party night at Cape Fear University, and no one partied quite like the CFU Bruins. So legendary were their bashes that many a student had joined the school solely to be a participant in the chaotic debauchery. Many were the fabled partiers at the university, from indomitable beer pong champions to the students that survived harrowing falls, but one of their most decorated was the former captain of the Women’s Rugby Club, Nicole Valdez. She could drink, scrap, and drunkenly scrap with the best of them, but there was one domain where she was the queen—the girl could eat. Nicole ate larger than average portions in general, but when she wanted to put on a show, she turned into a vacuum cleaner. Her voracious appetite was tested time and again, and no matter who she was placed against or how much food was set before her, the result was always in her favor. Half a dozen deluxe pizzas?

((Contains BBW, XWG, and inappropriate workplace behavior)) PROJECT WEIRDWARES: DAY 61 The following day, Chandi walked into the office feeling more exhausted than she was after her whirlwind trip across the globe. She spent the previous night watching Denise’s entire stream, and then an archived stream, and another, and another until she realized it was nearly dawn. Though she wanted to say that it was all for the sake of finding out what had gotten into Denise over the last month, Chandi would have been lying. What truly piqued her interest were the acres of quivering, jiggly flab that Denise flaunted with the greatest of ease; even watching her sit and play games was riveting, as it let Chandi take in the sheer girth of the woman. It was a new day now, and all she had to show for her long night were sore fingers. She was no closer to finding out what was going on in R&D, and she doubted that the next review would shed any light on the matter. Lying came second nature to

((Contains BBW, XWG, and inappropriate workplace behavior)) PROJECT WEIRDWARES: DAY 60 It was a long month away from the office, but Chandi had returned to Wunder HQ. The whirlwind trip from factory to factory was largely uneventful: all facilities were up to company standards and governmental code, production was steady, and every factory manager had their ass-kissing down to an art. There was no chance for her to enjoy the scenery, despite visiting Mexico, Canada, France, Japan, and half the United States; the only scenery was whatever she caught outside the airplane and taxi windows. Chandi was exhausted and sore in places she never knew she had, but at least she did not have to make that trip again until next year. Though it felt good to be back at her desk again, she had no time to relax, as she still had a billion-dollar company to run—but that was not her primary concern. Ever since her review with Denise the month prior, Denise mulled over her former secretary, the

((Contains BBW, XWG, realistic TF, and VTubing) PROJECT WEIRDWARES: DAY 32 It had not been a good month for Denise Stone. Ever since she told the girls about Wilmer Wunder’s suggestion that his apprentice get a romance partner, she had been scolded, demoted, and left to wile away her days doing nothing but eat and take notes. Anyone who thought that taste testing was a cushy job was more than welcome to trade places with her and find out what a drag it was. Unlike the hefty Michelle, Denise was not used to frequently stuffing her face; the first few days saw her stuffed and bloated to the point she could barely lift her pen to take notes. That those aches subsided with time did little to improve the situation, because it meant she was eating more and more, which meant she would gain even more weight. Denise knew that she would put on some weight when she moved down to R&D—none of the taste testers she had seen before were modelesque—but she was growing fatter faster than she

PROJECT WEIRDWARES: DAY 22 As much as Julie Kinnear told herself that she was no porker, the corset she wore under her clothes was prove enough that she struggled with her weight just like her coworkers. She told herself that any new pounds would go to her ample bosom or her curvy hips, but she was simply denying the obvious—she was just as prone to gaining weight as anyone else. It was a point of consternation for the blonde, as anyone foolish enough to point out could attest, and though she masked it as best she could, it was obvious to anyone that she was losing the battle of the bulge. And yet, anyone that watched Julie munching away in the test room would never have guessed that this same woman tried to hide her weight. A few weeks prior, Julie barely picked at the R&D samples, but the woman seated at the table eagerly munched down on whatever was put in front of her. She even let out a few contented hums, something that Julie Kinnear never did in public, lest people think

((Contains BBW/BHM, body swapping, and dream sequence)) For a guy like Lars Fleischer—alias the Gatherer—there was no better place to hang at the end of a long day than at The Gallery—a bar that served exclusively to criminals, particularly of the ‘super’ variety. It was a seedy dive in the heart of Cornerstone that was established decades prior during the first big superhero boom and managed to survive into the modern age. None of the world-eaters and death-dealers ever darkened the Gallery’s doors; it was strictly for crooks and hoodlums. If anyone was scouting for partners in a new heist or just looking to unwind with fellow miscreants, it was the place to be. “8 Ball, corner pocket!” Lars barked with laughter. “Pay up, Inky.” Carter Inkwell—the dastardly doodler known as the Cartoonist—grumbled as he fished out a wad of bills from his utility belt. “It’s just an off day for me, that’s all. You got lucky, Lars.” As Lars happily accepted the reluctantly offered cash, he