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For the Fans

After considered and careful discussion with our design team, it’s been decided that Tifa shouldn’t be a realistic character at all. 
This will apply to both her design and personality, removing any semblance that she may have things like free will. We’ve embraced that she’s a sex object, as all good girls should be.

Square Enix (now an OTTII company)

Not Just a Phase – Part 1

The much delayed, repeatedly requested continuation of Just a Phase starts here.

“Breakfast!” Adam called out from downstairs.

Mary blinked in confusion, then noticed the morning light peaking through her bedroom curtains. She had lost track of time again.

“Mai” had logged in around midnight, just a quick check before bed to see if there were any new notifications. She’d been spending too much time at her screen, losing days at a time. Just check her follower count, see who reposted her, send some “thx ” to the boys leaving comments…

She’d lost a whole night without knowing it. Mary should probably be more concerned, but it was also the only time she got to spend with Emily. Now that her girlfriend had gone off to college, leaving Mary alone in their hometown, nights were the only time they connected.

Mary had given up trying to manage her handles online, it was just easier to be “Mai” by default. Everyone she chatted with besides Emily knew it, she’d ever started a fan server to keep track of all the cute boys and girls who kept sending her messages of support.

The server itself was a gift (from a fanboy she suspected was still in middle school) since Mai wasn’t great with the nerdy computer stuff. Sure, Mary had been eyeing technical colleges and had planned to enroll in a CS program — but Mai had made a viral video about how hard it was to “game good” and since then she’d played along with being a ditz when it came to anything more complicated than a TikTok filter…

“Hey, sleepyhead! Breakfast!” Adam’s second call snapped her out of it. Damn it was getting difficult to focus after these long nights!

Mary threw on some no-longer-loose pink sweatpants and cat-eared hoodie (Emily had gotten her some Juicy branded stuff from her Amazon wishlist as a joke) and bounced downstairs. She was momentarily self-conscious about her newly sizeable tits bouncing comically, but it was just her and Adam. How could she be uncomfortable around the man who was basically her father?

“Sorry uncle Adam!” Mary said in a sing-song childish voice. She had found herself apologizing to him so often it was an inside joke now.

“No worries, sweetheart.” Adam didn’t even look up from the TV blasting Fox as he gave her a gentle pat on her ass. “Just figured you’d want to get started before it was lunch!”

Mary giggled in her “Mai” voice. “Hey now, that’s an idea! I can make uncy Adam brunch today! Did you pick up more of those yummy milk and eggs?”

Adam grunted and nodded, gesturing to the fridge. Since Mary had started cooking for the both of them, he’d noticeably bulked up a bit. Mary still found his Dad-bod fitting, maybe even better at this weight. He wore it well, and even her mother had been a bit more flirty with him the last time she’d visited.

God, I hope mom just finally goes for it next time! Mary, thought to herself while she poured the full carton of heavy cream into the eggs. She’d be so fucking lucky to get a big white man like that…

Mary drifted a bit as she cooked, daydreaming what it would be like to have her mom just give up her stupid job across the country and settle down with her and Adam. That seemed like such an obvious win, she was honestly confused why Emily kept up the whole school thing still. Who needed all that stress?!

“Brunch for the big strong man!” Mai’s faux kawaii voice cut just enough above the din of the anchor yelling about cultural Marxists taking over the schools.

Mary sat down next to him on the sofa, her padded bubble butt making her seem slightly taller than she was. The French toast must have been 3000 calories, easy, but something about the local farms just had a way of keeping her plumped perfectly. As she chowed down for what was to be the first of four meals that day, her impossibly tiny stomach rumbled with hunger. It was almost as if it couldn’t keep up with the greedy fattening of her chest, thighs, and backside.

Adam’s belch announced he’d finished, and he absent-mindedly passed over her plate to Mary

She sighed contentedly, thinking about how lucky was. She finally felt like she had a home, with a loving father figure and quality time.

A Family for Dr Gizmo – Part Two

Witchgirl and Flexi have been transformed by the mysterious Dr. Gizmo!

Not my work, stumbled on this in a backed up folder. Finally was able to locate the original author and site: Witchgirl on the now archived SuperStories.net

Read Part One here.

Chapter 3: A Family Affair

Dr. Gizmo checks the data on his instruments. All the readings are perfect. Flexi and Witchgirl have completely embraced their programming. Their bodies have stabilized. They are now no longer who they once were; they are now Trudy, otherwise known as Mommy Gizmo, and Jenny, otherwise known as Cheerleader Gizmo. “Digitron,” he says. “Download my family.”

Mommy Gizmo and Jenny Gizmo appear in the center of the room, Mommy Gizmo teetering on her 5 inch heels. Jenny Gizmo smiles and sighs deeply. Her new body feels absolutely great!

“Thank you, dear.” Mommy Gizmo says to her husband. “It’s so nice to have our family back together again!”

Jenny Gizmo looks down at herself. “Thanks for the great redesign, dad! I especially like what you did with my tits.”

“Jenny!” Mommy Gizmo says. “Nice girls don’t use the word ‘tits’!”

Dr. Gizmo grins. Jenny Gizmo smiles slyly. “Sorry, mom.” She turns back to Dr. Gizmo. “My breasts. I like what you did with my breasts.”

Mommy Gizmo nods approvingly. “That’s better, dear.”

Jenny Gizmo pushes out her chest a little more. She’s so proud.

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Just a Phase

Mary finds herself staying with her Uncle during the last few months of high school. He doesn’t approve of her girlfriend, her style or her politics. She hates to admit it, but maybe he has a point. Maybe she’s just ‘going through a phase’. It’s difficult to argue when her mind’s cloudy and he’s so convincing…

Part 1

It was a shit situation. Mary’s mother had been laid off from her job right after New Year. Though she didn’t know the exact details about their finances, Mary was certain whatever slim savings her single mother had been able to set aside had been quickly wiped out while unemployment was being sorted out.

Between the bureaucracy, the costly COBRA health insurance and Mary’s deposits for college, they were in dire straights.

That’s why, as shitty as it was to be left behind, Mary understood why her mother had to take the new job immediately. There were lots of nights of yelling and crying over the details. The how, the when, the why. Mary had only a few months left until she graduated high school, but those few months were more than they could afford to live without a paycheck.

In the end, it was her Uncle Adam who’d saved the day. Mary’s mother had no family locally and few close friends left in the area. Adam wasn’t even Mary’s real Uncle, just a close neighbor that had always looked after them both through some tough times.

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The Replacement by Mr Grey

Ami, the token overachieving, Asian High School senior, has found out she’s been made redundant. Now, her class gets to decide what niche she should fill.

Disclaimer: This is not my story. Check out my earlier post for an explanation and where to find more by this author.

Ami had everything figured out.

Having the brains and talent that she did, Ami didn’t have to worry.  Sure, she was stuck as a high school senior for now, but as soon as that was out of the way, Ami had plans.  She knew business school would be a breeze.  After she finished that up, she planned to jump right to the top of a big company.  Ami wanted to take control of some struggling company and show everyone just how serious she was.  She’d be the most revered Japanese-American business woman on the planet.  She’d make millions, smile on business magazine covers, and be loved over the world.

Having such ambition in high school can really be frustrating.  Of course, Ami did her best to always appear ahead of her class and her age.  She didn’t wear the normal high school attire.  In fact, she looked down on the simple, immature appearance of most of her classmates.  Ami preferred to wear her power suits to school.  If she didn’t look so young, one would assume she was a thirty year old business woman.  And, as long as people kept making that assumption, Ami was doing everything right.

The problem with being so mature and talented in high school is not being favored by the rest of the class.  Being prettier and much smarter than most of the school—including the faculty—created a very defensive attitude towards Ami by the rest of the school.  Ami wasn’t deliberately cruel.  She just didn’t associate herself with anyone dumber than her.  She just didn’t have the time.  Ami was a harder working girl, and such hard work can give the impression of arrogance and superiority.

Ami’s nickname was the Ice Queen.

When it wasn’t Ice Queen, it was usually just “bitch”.

These names didn’t bother Ami though.  She didn’t have time to let them bother her.

The afternoon that changed all of Ami’s plans was on a Friday.  The bell was ringing through the halls, sending all the students to their lockers.  Ami walked through the murmuring crowd of students, ready to go home.  As Ami walked through the halls, she noticed that she was being stared at quite a lot.  Students at their locker would look up at her and then quickly look away when Ami made eye contract.  What the hell’s going on?

That was when she saw her.

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“An Afternoon Well Spent” by Mr Grey

Mr Grey’s classic story about having fun at the mall.

Mr. Grey stood at the entrance to his city’s local mall, watching as people filed past him to get inside and do whatever it is they plan to do. He received a few strange glances here and there, but no one really paid any attention to him. A long, grey trench coat was draped over him, which blew back in the wind. A pair of reflective sunglasses blanketed his eyes.

The reason he stood here is because he was preparing himself for the chaos he was about to wreak upon this unsuspecting, yet ordinary, building. Innocent civilians pushed their way through the crowds to consume anything and everything their hearts desired. Moments from now, though, they’ll wish they had stayed at home. Instead, they came here for clothes, food, CDs, DVDs, video games, toys… One swipe of a credit card and they could have it all.

This just seemed a little too boring.

Mr. Grey knew they needed little excitement to their world.

Finally, he entered through the heavy glass doors. The murmurings of the crowd filling his ears, he made his way through the busy food court. This mall was two stories tall: More room to pack more potential buyers, and more room to pack more people to cure Mr. Grey’s boredom.

This was going to be fun.

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Game Changer

As the last puzzle piece fell into place, Lara could hear the click behind the wall. Finally, after weeks of searching for the rune keys in the surrounding jungle, she’d finally get to see if the mysterious legends we’re true.

Pushing the stone door inward, she took the first careful steps into the darkness, her eyes still struggling to make out anything ahead.

Wham!

Bloody hell. I should have know this was another trap!

“Man, this is boring. Seriously, this is the new Tomb Raider?”

The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. Lara searched the inky black surroundings for some hint of the source.

A second voice chimed in. “Yup, another reboot. The graphics are amazing, and the AI is supposedly unbelievable…”

Reboot? AI? Lara wondered to herself. What is this, some dastardly hacking conspiracy? But why play her this recording?

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