Psion Secret Santa

Story, Personal
“How is this even…?” the bear muttered to himself, looking at his monitor again. He had no idea what the readout on the screen meant, but he knew that it was something wrong. He had never seen such waves before, or rather he had, but they had been on a star and not coming from a living being. Something like this was not possible as far as he knew, but something about this seemed to work, too, despite everything the bear knew. It was as if he had stumbled upon a new way of looking at physics, yet he had no idea how it could even work. The entire thing looked just too wrong to his ordinary scientific mind, his typical data sets, and even those abnormal sets that were…
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Welcome to 2020

Blog, Friends, Personal
So... Here it is, the start of a new decade. I won't try and do much of a recap of the previous one, since frankly... One of the things I am working on for this new decade is not looking so much at the past. Will I still remember it's lessons? Of course, and I will do my best to learn from them and do everything that I can to move on from them, rather than dwelling. I've spent pretty much the latter half of my 20's just focused on the past and not moving forward. I am done with that, and a bit part of 2019 for me was getting over that roadblock for myself. I stuck with therapy, I took time away from cons, and I just spent…
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Vorror

Personal, Story
“What do you mean I can’t eat them?” Sasuke slurred slightly, the fur caught between his teeth making his speech almost sound drunk. The draolf looked on at the maître d’ standing before him, frowning slightly down at the top of the bear standing before him… Or rather, frowning at the bit of head that could be seen over his own belly horizon, a commonplace issue for the gluttonous mountain of wolfdragon. He didn’t stay in place for long though, rolling forward onto the gravid mass of his sagging stomach, the ball of fat, fur, and other anthros sloshing audibly as it was contorted and shifted by its overzealous owner. The wolfdragon didn’t say a word as he did this, though a long, guttural belch rolled out of his muzzle…
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Sharing Is Caring

Story, Personal
The holidays were a time for eating, and thusly Sasuke loved them. Friends were quite generous during that time too, what with leftovers and the like filling their fridges and their stomachs several times over thanks to all of the cooking that was done over the course of weeks during that time of year. This year was no exception, save for one major part. Sasuke had taken it upon himself to be a disposal of sorts for his friends’ leftovers. This brought many a meal to the draolf, all of which he made short work of to further encase his beached form in even more adipose. He reveled in being fatter than made sense, and this holiday season had treated him well. Gone was any sense of mobility, any inkling…
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Rowan

Story, Personal
Panting, groaning, and just squirming in a sea of himself, Rowan could barely take another bite. He was used to eating himself to the point of pain, but this was something new for the river otter. He could practically feel his pulse in his hide around his overblown stomach, each beat of his hard a light ripple along the vast ocean of adipose that sprawled out before the immobilized mammal. The otter had decided to try and eat like Sasuke for just one day. One. The result of that challenge was something that disappointed him endlessly but also left him as full as he had ever been. He had made it all the way to second lunch, which was an admirable thing according to his wolfdragon host, but something that…
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