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|| CONTENT WARNING: Rapid and extreme weight gain, USSBBW, immobility. Twilight Human AU. Rosalie is living alone in a big mansion during the pandemic, bored of her usual routine, she takes to ordering food from an app on her phone. Emmett, the delivery boy, watches as she grows in size with each passing day until she can no longer walk. Characters depicted are 18+|| For most, lockdown meant being crammed into the same place for months on end, exhausting every hobby they had never bothered to pursue until the boredom crept in. The same could be said for Rosalie Hale, except she lived in a spacious, Hollywood mansion that was fitted with a library, arcade and a home theatre, so it took a little longer for the mundanity to set in. When it did, it tore her from her usual routines as she saw no point in maintaining her daily schedules. Her morning yoga sessions and evening runs were quickly abandoned, instead she watched whatever was on TV. Her home-cooked meals eaten at her large, empty

//CONTENT WARNING: 16,000+ plus words. Chubby 18 yo makes deal with devil to become skinny, and beautiful. 10 years later, after her rise to fame as a model, he comes to collect his payment. Lots of humiliation and fatty goodness ensues. There is fat shaming, humiliation, some gas/slob, 1 mention of bulimia and immobility. there is also sexual content included.\\ West Feliciana High, located in a small town in Louisiana, is home to the ghost of Rowena Wood. It lurks in the hall; its feet clad in worn sneakers drag over linoleum floors. Its limp, mousy blonde hair conceals its acne ridden face and its plump, unsightly body is hidden beneath unfashionable, frumpy clothes. The insults that once assaulted it daily echo throughout the building, reminded it of its fat and ugly appearance as well as bland personality. Rowena, however, was buried long ago, in her place rose Rachael, a tall, slender and beautiful woman. To erase Rowena’s existence as completely as she could, Rachael made sure

*COMMISSIONED WORK* With her eyes fixed on the bullseye, the archer held her breath and raised her weapon once again. She pulled the bowstring outwards and tried to make her aim as stable as possible, an objective hindered by her sweaty fingers and the slight embarrassment of having the lower side of the string colliding with her protruding stomach. Still, the girl tried to shake off her thoughts, blinked slowly and let the string loose. The arrow hit the edge of the target. Honoka jumped from the bench, excited. “It hit! That was great, Umi-chan!” Umi grinned at her friend’s enthusiasm. “Thanks Honoka, but you don’t have to sugarcoat it. It didn’t even hit the middle this time.” “I’m not sugarcoating anything! Hitting is great in itself, you know. It’s more that I could do with a bow, anyway.” “Come on, I’m not half as good as I used to be. But it’s still good exercise, I’m drenched. This was always harder than it looked, but especially now…” Umi said between small