As far as my boy was concerned, this was just a father–son camping trip to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. That in itself felt like a big accomplishment to me—a teenage icebear, with an actual social life of his own, agreeing to spend his transition

As far as my boy was concerned, this was just a father–son camping trip to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. That in itself felt like a big accomplishment to me—a teenage icebear, with an actual social life of his own, agreeing to spend his transition

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The Morning Sun Was Just Starting To Illuminate The Mountains As I Pulled Up To The Last House I Had On My Route For Tonight, A Modest Place With The Name “Tantivy” On The Mailbox.even Though I’d… Lost My Own Home And Had Been Living Out Of My

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The Diner Was Usually A Quiet Place—Even Though It Had The Best Pies In The County, It Had Yet To Be ‘Discovered’ By The Folks In The City, So The Clientele Was Mostly Farmers And The Older Folks Who Lived Out In The Sticks. Myself, I’d Only

So I’ve Always Wanted To Get Fat. Trouble Is, It’s A Little Harder Than Most People Think. Sure, You Might Think “Oh, I Blow Up Huge If I Don’t Stick To My Diet” But That’s Just The First Fifteen Pounds That Terrifies You Into Hitting The

Fa&Amp;Rsquo;S Kooshmeister Recently Produced A Rockwell Fan Story &Amp;Ldquo;Out Of Order&Amp;Rdquo; And In Return I Put This One Together For Him. The Squirrel Edwin Grimaldi Is His Character And He Supplied The Title For This Story As Well. The Janitors In The

I Rolled Into Campus Around 7:30 On Move-In Day And Pulled My Backpack Out Of My Suv. It Was Still Pretty Gray Out And It Didn’t Look Like Too Many People Were Up And About Yet, So I Hoped I Would Be Able To Get Checked In Pretty Quick And Get Settled

The Train To O-Town Was A Chore For Someone My Size To Ride. Granted, Most Transportation Was More Trouble Than It Was Worth These Days, But Sometimes You Just Have To Be There. They’d Assigned Me To A Slightly-More-Capacious Room Built For People

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(A Followup To A Night Of Feeding.) Petar Had Promised Me He’d Work On Getting Me Fat, And The Raccoon Kept His Word: Every Day After Work He’d Come By And Make Sure I Made The Scale Hit A Bigger Number Than The Day Before. It Was Damn Hard—I

I Was Early For Work Tonight; The Setting Sun Was Still Pouring In Through The Windows As I Got Off The Elevator And Trundled Towards My Desk. The Tiger Working The Evening Handoff Dumped His Headset And Started Throwing His Stuff Together As I Sat Down.

If There’s A Common Thread In Many Of The Stories I Hear From Weres About Their Experiences, It’s The Terror Of That First Time. Sometimes It Takes Them By Surprise—Imagine Just Going About Your Evening Before Your Body Convulses And Starts To

Every Day, Darkwater Slept In My Bed; I Took The Opportunity To Stay With Pollux At His Place Next Door. Every Evening, We Came In To Take Care Of The Otter And Found Him In Worse Shape. “Maybe I Don’t Want To Remember My Mates Anymore,” He Said,

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