blueberry

Her watch beeped three times, signaling seventy-five percent ripeness.

"Paul!" Jessica called out, flapping her arms on the bloated sides of her filling form. "Paul, it's time! Hurry!"

The sound of rushed footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway, panting breath coming from her best friend as he turned the corner, holding onto the doorframe. He pulled up his brown shorts, adjusting his round fogged glasses on his face. "I'm...here!" He said between deep breaths.

You had just received an invitation from Horus Hajjar figure-skating prodigy and your own personal crush, to visit him at a remote Japanese temple out in a valley for a special day with him. You quickly accepted it and slipped on a traditional peach Victorian dress that had buttons all down your middle. You arrive at the temple and knock on the door, you're greeted by a woman instead of the figure skater who invites you inside. When you come in you smell something delicious baking in the kitchen and the clanging of kitchen tools.