Stuffing

Rich Bosses Are Always Weird

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PART ONE: CLOCKING OUT

At first, the ticking of the timer drilled a hole into Stephanie’s patience, each click bouncing in her ears and echoing in her skull. But now she found it peaceful and meditative. At least, when she could get herself to focus. The reception area in which she was stationed was an inside room of the suite; she had no direct access to outdoor light and even with the fancy smart-office system… LEDs still did not cut for the real thing. Especially moments like these when her boss deliberately maxed them to full brightness on the whitest setting.

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revenge

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a revenge

revenge
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Taking Turns

This year, Susan thought that it would be fun to let everyone take turns trying out spells before the other guests arrived.

Taking Turns
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Fed to burst

Fed to burst
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Soft Sierra

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my gf Sierra ate a bit too much custard, now she has a "slight" bit of difficulty getting into her outfits. she's about 22 years old, and looks adorable!

Soft Sierra
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I’m gonna pop!!!

I'm going to pop like a balloon in a tight dress and underwear 

I’m gonna pop!!!
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Hunger Game, The

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The Hunger Game

By biff97

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Wonderpill

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It all started in the diner, she remembered. Dinah was just finishing off her breakfast when she spotted someone across the establishment. It was an old friend from community college, Quinn. Her mint green hair, pulled in a neat ponytail, was obvious even from a distance. Dinah gave a big wave to get her attention. Quinn’s eyes flashed as she recognized her as well, and she smiled and waved back.

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Dawn's Fatty Dream

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Dawn's Fatty Dream
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Personal Pastry Pet

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.

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