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Macro March ahoy! This year around I've actually opted to take a different tack on Macro March stories. Before I would just try and crank them out at my leisure and on my lonesome. Now I've been streaming every weekend and cranking out bignettes based on ideas I've put forth and then selected by the audience! Below are the handful of stories that have come about over this past weekend. Hope you enjoy and hope you look forward to slate of stories that will come about during the last weekend of Macro March!
Requests made by:
VDO
LambiiLani (Via Picarto)
Macro March: Massive Mondays
By: RaddaRaem
Macro Mishap
Requested by LambiiLani
CRKKKKK
A sign, drenched and swinging wildly in place, bore welcome to the sleepy abode known as Smallsvile.
Windows rattled within their frames as howling winds and sheets of rain slammed against the quaint and cozy neighborhood. The street lights sputtered and buzzed as arcs of lightning silently crackled across the sky before exploding into deafening thooms but moments later.
Down the rain slicked streets, where streams of broken branches and assorted garbage clogged the many storm drains, the tempest gales tumbled. Past the vast stretch of land separating one subdivision from another where obelisks of steel, their skeletons scraping against the sky, ominously hummed.
KRAKOOM
The purple tinged clouds, nearly black as night, blazed alive with deafening energy. For an instant the power lines down below came into focus before receding back into the darkness of the stormy night.
Sighs, be they worried or exasperated, was the most common response from the residents trapped inside as they peeked out the windows. Whether it was annoyance at the unstable internet connections or outright worry at the havoc being wreaked upon their little slice of paradise... everyone within Smallsville shared a sense of solidarity in being cooped up indoors. They could all be miserable together, safe and sequestered away from the ill effects of the Macro March storm, at the very least!
KATHOOOOOM
Explosions rattled the neighborhood as smoldering chunks of bark whistled through the air and felled trees crashed to the earth below.
KABOOM
Cozy homes, be they single story or double deckers, rumbled and shifted along their very foundations as lightning assailed Smallsville. A blackened oak here. A ruined street light, shattered against the pavement, there. And sparks, purple and green and otherworldly, for good measure. Carried down from the heavens by one of the countless lightning strikes they forced their way into the sundered wiring that lay exposed on the soggy streets.
As the storm's energy snaked its way underground, through super heated wiring that all but melted away in its wake, it emptied out into an overloaded, and hissing, transformer. Pops, snaps, and cracks, none of which could be heard over the storm, accompanied every burst of purple sparks that forced its way out of the crumbling transformer and into the skeletal power lines that loomed over the neighborhood.
BWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The power lines themselves, the massive interlocking spires of steel that served as Smallsvilles's indispensable eye sores, found themselves shrouded in a frightful purple pallor. Hums, shrill and rising, carried out across the neighborhood.
BADOOM
Before abruptly going silent as explosions of sparks and light erupted from the power lines. Bundles of broiling purple energy shot out along the wires that connected the smoking steel husk to each and every home. In unison the light went out in Smallsville. And then came the tremors.
Arms crossed about their chest, Lani harrumphed at the sight of the burnt out fuses lining the fuse box. Coughing, they swatted away the smoke rising out from it. Augh. Guess they'd have to catch that stream another time.
THOOM
“What the?” Lani bleated as dishes rattled in the sink and kitchen furniture skittered across the floor.
THOOM
Stumbling over to the window, Lani looked out upon the darkened streets. All was quiet. All was still.
THOOM
Until a giant foxy foot slammed down upon the pavement. Sidewalks and asphalt molded around its contours as it settled down into the earth.
“Wait. Is that?” Nose smudged against the window, Lani tried to get a better look.
BADUMP
Only to wince when their horned head punctured straight through their roof. Bleating grumpily, Lani shook off the insulation that caked against their cheeks and peered up the owner of said foxy feet. “Clara?”
A lanky and bespectacled fox girl, clad in soaking wet tank top and pajamas, peered down the sheep. “Lani? You too?”
RRRRRRRRUMBLE
With a bashful bleat, the ovine found themselves billowing out and up as their stomach lurched up into their throat. Shaking off a nasty case of vertigo, Lani shuffled forward. Their hooves bulldozing down what remained of their house in the process. With a meep, Lani tucked her chin against her chest to peer down at no longer quite so colossal Clara. “Me too,” Lani nervously laughed.
GRRRRRRRRUMBLE
“Bahh!” Sleeves bunching up around their shoulders, Lani yelped as they found themselves surging further still. Their shirt rode up high, exposing their navel, as the sheep's thighs forced their shorts unzipped with a ruinous snap. Thread by thread their clothing snapped apart as their wooly tummy, toosh, and more was exposed for all to see.
SNAP
Lani's sneakers, already straining, molded form fittingly, painfully so, around the sheep's hooves. An errant twiddle was all it took for the laces, insoles, and more to pop free in an explosion of rubber and cloth. Splaying their hooves apart, having long since popped free of the ruined car-sized sneakers that once contained them, Lani watched as Clara found herself lost in the gap between them. They winced as their heels bumbled and shoved countless homes asides. Shifting in place, Lani pouted as clouds circled round their horns and the sheep helplessly watched as house after house buckled outward as the occupants inside growsploded.
“Smallsville probably isn't gonna cut it as a name anymore, is it?” Lani nervously offered as they looked out over the countless giants bloating and surging past their ankles. “It's tacky, sure, but any of you given some thought to renaming this place Bigsburg?”
Weathering the Storm
Requested by VDO
Ribbons fluttering behind her, Synthia sank back into her chair. The Suicune, clad in a bright red swim suit, looked out over the empty beach. Waves crashed against the shores, bubbles fizzling and hissing, before retreating out with the encroaching tide.
“At least this is billed at time and a half...” Synthia muttered. Hand cupped against her cheek, the Water-Type took stock of the desolate shores. Beach umbrellas fluttered noisily as clouds of sand blew past abandoned carts. Not even so much as a single Wingull screeched over head or circled round the piers.
Shifting about in place, Synthia's generous proportions straining at her uniform, the lounging lifeguard
dismissively regarded the Macro March storm gathering on the darkening horizon. Her capabilities and prowess, legendary and unmatched in scope, rendered the dangers moot. Yet... Synthia thrummed her fingers against the plastic arm rest her pudgy limb rested upon. “No. No, this is a good thing,” she chided herself. “This is what I was hired to do. Sure, it'd be great if I could WORK at work. But this is good! This is great! There's no thrill seekers, no dare devils, no idiots ignoring the shelter in place warnings that have been belted out.”
“Even so...” Synthia pouted as she blew a raspberry. She idly took to scratching at crystal crown jutting from atop her head while her luxurious purple hair caught along the wind. “There's a lot of other things I'd rather do than ride out a storm,” the Suicune grumbled. Reaching down into the cooler beside her, countless glass bottles clinked together as Synthia rummaged around for a hearty snack.
Omph. A Poffin here.
Nomph. A bag of Pokeblocks there.
Glurk. A gallon of Moo-Moo milk to wash it down.
KATHOOM
Lightning crashed down into the ocean, which stretched well past the horizon, as funnel clouds formed overhead.
“Sometime today, please,” Synthia snorted as a furious barrage of rain pelted against her face. Squinting, the lump of a lifeguard casually brushed her hair aside while walls of water pounded against her.
Deafening gales howled across the beach in response. Umbrellas were tossed up into the air and violently circled around her while carts tumbled raucously to and fro. The barnacle crusted piers creaked and pulled apart plank by plank as the sea swallowed them up.
Synthia, for her part, simply dug her heels into the sand and curled a ribbony tail around her cooler. Not that she could resist the temptation to pry it open now and again to fetch out a bottle of Lemonade. Most of it went on her face, as opposed to into it, granted. But what sips she could manage in the maelstrom were delicious all the same.
“About time,” the Suicune sassed as billowing waves submerged her up to her thighs. She smacked her lips at the sight of water spouts whirling about and blotting the horizon with their terrifying silhouettes.
WHUMPF
Coughing, Synthia hacked at the flailing Staryu and Corsola that smacked against her as the surging tides slapped against her. With a bap she guided them back into the receding waves. “Is that it?” she dared ask.
KRRRRASHHHHH
The Suicune grunted when a tidal force slapped against her. Ripped free from her chair, she violently bounced against the submerged shore while bubbles frothed all about her. Riptides, undertows, and more assaulted and assailed her corpulent figure as the Water-Type was violently tossed about.
“Not bad!” Synthia thought as she righted herself underwater and effortlessly shrugged off the push and pull of the storm. Every kick and swing of her monstrous thighs displaced Olympic pools worth of water and sent her hurtling up into the air. Twirling about in air, showing off for no one in particular, Synthia gracefully dove back into the water to retrieve her cooler. This way and that she looked underwater, among the sea weed and drift wood and countless confused Pokemon tumbling along the waves.
“There you are!” the Suicune exclaimed as she reached out towards it.
CRUNCH
“Uhhh...” Blinking, Synthia meeped as her bloated palm crushed her carton of goodies into the sand. Chunks of plastic and glass bobbed about as her now soggy snacks swished along the sand.
SPLOOSH
Crowned head breaching the waves, Synthia took stock of the beach once more only to find it much smaller than she remembered. The beach umbrellas were but tooth picks to her now and what carts remained were but miniatures in scale.
“Oh. Oh I thought Macro March was just some cutesy alliterative bullshit not...” Synthia huffed with her cheeks puffed out. Chin tucked against her heaving chest, the Suicune looked over her swollen multi-story self. “Gosh dangit.”
KRATHOOM
“Enough! Enough of you, Arceus above,” she grumped at the rather rude weather system thooming and booming over head. Drawing in deeply of the salty air, her chest and stomach distending outwards as her lungs inflated, Synthia huffed and huffed and huffed before puffing right back with a tornadic exhale of her own!
The storm front, lightning surging through the darkened clouds almost as if in confusion, dissipated instantaneously as Synthia tossed it to the winds. Purple skies one moment gave way to brilliant blues the next. Krabbies, Wingulls, and Corphish skittered in a daze about the beach as none of them expected the Macro March storm to subside in so swift, if not silly, a manner.
Hands resting upon her hips, Synthia puffed out her chest quite proudly. The beach lay in ruins. Entire piers were floating away. Her raised lifeguard chair was nowhere to be seen. And the boardwalk looked significantly worse for wear. All in all a pretty uneventful shift in her eyes!
RRRRRRRUMMMMMMMBLE
Lips pursed, the Suicune brushed a hand over her pronounced belly. Its rumbles, deafening and booming, made her think that the storm had returned. “Technically my shift isn't over for a couple more hours...” she mumbled. Her eyes drifted towards the empty boardwalk. Brows arched, she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of the untouched Ice Cream parlor.
THOOM
Synthia's fat feet slammed against the sand. The muted tremors that accompanied her footfalls grew stronger, faster, as she lumbered towards it. “I mean... the only word anyone would have to go on that it survived the storm would be my own.” Her bloated fingers pinched against its side and, with a flick of her wrist, she ripped it off of the boardwalk. Planks tumbled down from it as Synthia opened wide and let it bounce against her tongue. Every flavor of ice cream, every refrigerated cookie cake, every treat contained within melted upon her taste buds and sent the swollen Suicune shivering as she glurked the entire structure down with glee.
URP
“A shame that. Shame that the storm came right through and wiped it right off the face of the earth. ...Along with the Funnel Cake stand.”
NOMPH
“Ooh and can't forget the Gelato shack...”
OMPH
Sucking at her fingers, Synthia hummed as she looked over the damage done by her snack attack. “Aww Heatmor. No one's going to believe me if I say the storm surgically took out all my favorite food joints,” she grimaced.
RRRRRRUMMMMMBLE
“Urf.” Grunting, Synthia kneaded at her stomach as the pressure rose within it. “But if the whole board walk were to be blown away...”
Cheeks puffed out, the Suicune allowed the pressure within her stomach to rise. The rumbling within her gut grew cacophonous. Thooms and booms that rivaled the Macro March storm itself bounced about within her. Finally, as she felt herself nearly ready to burst, Synthia allowed her lips to part and her storm shaming insurance policy to come bellowing forth.
BRAPPPPPPPP
Fee Fi Fo Field Trip
By: RaddaRaem
One by one the children reluctantly shuffled back onto the school bus. Safe for work curses streamed free from their lips as they smudged their pouting faces against the fogging windows. No sooner had they started their field trip than had it been canceled by inclement weather. Lips quivering, they could only look on longingly at the darkening windows of Biggs Bakery.
It was the high point, the reason, to strive and survive long enough to claim the mantle of a 4th grader. For every year, without fail, Miss Sky treated her class to a trip. Where they were free to sample and bake for themselves the most decadent tooth-rotting concoctions one could fathom. Brown sugar cinnamon pizzas. Chocolate chip cookie lasagna. No matter how artery clogging, how heart stopping, or how wildly irresponsible it may be... Miss Sky allowed it. Alas, such sins against all of creation would have to wait another day.
Storm clouds, purple in hue, gathered along the horizon as distant thunder rumbled overhead. The idling yellow vehicle, kicking up noxious diesel fumes, jostled in place as a chill and bitter wind whistled past the otherwise abandoned parking lot. Trees, bent nearly horizontal, flailed wildly in the face of the imminent disaster as leaves tumbled free from their branches.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Sky's knuckled rapped against the door to the men's restroom. “Ryan? Christopher? Jose?” called out the fox. Silence answered her. “I'm respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as your teacher by coming in anyway!” she followed up in a sing song tone before barging her way in.
CREAAAAK
The door swung noisily along its hinges as Sky found, to her relief, no one inside. Her shoes clacked noisily against the tiled floor as she paced past the urinals and sparkling sinks. Phew. No holdouts.
Brows arched, the fox turned to catch her reflection in the mirror. With a sigh, Sky ran a hand through her hair and tussled at her bun. There were more than a few streaks of gray starting to shine through. Mmff. “M-maybe it's just the lighting...” she tried to reassure herself as she straightened her blouse and slacks.
“Twenty-two, twenty-three, and... twenty-four!” the grizzled Bernese bus driver excitedly tallied off. “Awright that's everyone! Save your teacher, that is. Soon as Miss Sky skedaddles on outta there we'll mosey on home.”
A chorus of groans filled the darkening bus. The only sources of illumination were the myriad phones, and running lights, buzzing overhead as the once sunshiny weekday turned pitch black.
“Dun be like that,” the Bernese playfully growled back. “We were looking forward to this just as much as you were! Who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to shuttle you the lot out to who knows where so us adults could finally enjoy a day of peace and quiet?”
“Hey!” shouted back the congregation of children.
“Oh I'm just teasin',” the bus driver unconvincingly snorted. Chuckling, he fished his phone out of his pocket and belted out a text to the tireless teacher.
Hands on her hips, Sky posed before the mirror. Sure, she was getting up there, but she didn't look it right? She didn't look a day over forty, right? Lips pulled flat Sky weakly shook her head. Alright so maybe if she let her hair down people wouldn't notice as... oh no. No no no that made it worse and all the more obvious.
Papping at her cheeks, Sky brought her attention back to the task at hand. She had checked, double checked, and even triple checked every bathroom, every hallway, and every nook and cranny there was. Every cupboard, every closet, every refrigerator to boot! Decades of...
Sky shuddered at the thought. Decades, yes, veritable decades of fields trips had taught her more than she ever needed to know about where her adorable little gremlins loved to lose themselves. Another sigh, this one wistful, heaved free from her throat as she locked eyes with her reflection. She couldn't remember the last time she had had to call short a trip to Biggs Bakery. Someway, somehow, Sky would make it up to them.
BZZT BZZT
“Eep!” Shaken free from her reminiscing on days, and hair, gone by Sky fumbled for her phone. Her bespectacled eyes hurriedly scanned the screen. “Phew!” she exhaled as she slouched forward. The fox's record was flawless and she had no intention of sullying it! Never, never ever forever, would she let one of her precious students escape her watchful eye. Least of all during one of these damnable storms!
Straightening her blouse, and her hair, Sky made her exit. Her heels echoing through the empty hallways.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOOM
Tail puffed out behind her, Sky grimaced as sheets of rain slammed against the bakery's windows and double doors. Through the sheets of glass, rattling in place, she could barely make out her rectangular ride idling on the parking lot.
Chest puffed out, the fox steeled herself. “Come now, Sky, it's just a little water. You survived the macaroni wars. And you'll survive this.”
KRAKOOM
Sky bolted out of Biggs Bakery at a sprint. Her shoes, soggy and drenched within seconds, clung tightly to her swollen soles as lightning cracked overhead. With every pounding step, her clothing clinging to her like a second skin, the fox stumbled towards the vague yellow oblong hidden among the pounding rain.
“They'll be so dejected...” Sky thought as her bun bobbed heavily behind her. “Would it be worth it trying to cram in a lesson on the ride back?”
THOOM
Grunting, Sky paid little heed to her bulbous toes pressing out against her shoes. Much less the pinching sensation of the leather, stretched well past its breaking point, molding to the contours of her swelling digits.
PLOOM
Panting, the vulpine teacher never even noticed when her shoes quite simply exploded off of her thickening feet. “I mean it's not like they have a choice...” Sky hummed as her rain slicked glasses obscured the dwindling distance between herself and her class. Her heavy footfalls, sending sheets of water splashing up with every slam of her soles, caused fissures to spider out through the asphalt beneath her.
Little faces, smudged against the bus windows, watched in rapturous awe as Miss Sky thundered towards them. Her figure, distant yet defined, grew ever more so by the second. Gasps, some delayed and some immediate, bounced from seat to seat as the familiar fox filled their view.
“Better yet... what could I even teach them? It's not like I have a chalkboard or whiteboard to work with,” Sky mused. Her slacks, pulling apart along her inner thighs, steadily rose up past her ankles... past her calves... and past her knees.
Back and forth the bus violently rattled as everyone onboard watched a bloated pair of fox feet, visibly swelling up and out, advance towards them.
“Gods why did we have to park so far away? I know we wanted the children to get exercise...” Sky mumbled as she aimlessly stumbled about. Her mind elsewhere as the fox's undershirt untucked itself from her waistline. Unaware of the fact that her blouse was riding up past her navel. Unaware that her sleeves were bursting open at the elbows. Sky noticed none of these things until it was-
“MISS SKY!”
Until it was almost too late. A squeak, at her feet, prompted the fox to skid to a halt. A tiny toy car, a bus as it were, sat stationary before her twiddling toes. “Hmm?” Head cocked to the side, Sky regarded it curiously. She had stumbled over more than her fair share of them this year. “Another one of Ryan's misplaced mementos?” she sighed. “He should honestly know better by know...” the fox mumbled as she dropped to her knees and pinched it between her finger tips before planting it atop her palm. The detail on this one was... remarkable. The faded painting. The scratched stop sign. The working lights! Goodness it even had that dingy diesel smell to it.
“MISS SKY!”
Ears perked, Sky nervously regarded the toy within her grasp. That... that came from the bus. That was, unmistakably, her name. Swallowing hard, the vulpine cupped her palm close to her chest and peered closer still. “Oh dear,” boomed the flustered fox.
KRAKOOM
The Macro March storm continued to howl unabated overhead as Sky's heart pounded within her chest and her clothing continued to creak and snap. “H-hello there, children!” Flashing a nervous smile, Sky warily regarded the bus as it settled into the creases in her palm. “N-now, I understand that many of you are disappointed with how this year's field trip panned out. And you should be! Know that I will make it up to you however I am able! So... t-that's the bad news. And here's the worse news. While I know none of you are in the mood to do so... a teacher's gotta teach!”
KABATHOOOOOM
Wincing, Sky watched on helplessly as her student body quite literally disappeared into her own. A tiny speck of yellow, a grain of salt in comparison, slowly but surely disappeared without a trace into her very grasp.
“S-SO!” The fox's voice boomed as her class watched Miss Sky fill, and then overflow, her namesake. Jaws gone slack, they silently took in the sight of their teacher's warm and inviting visage swelling out of view and beyond their comprehension. A plain of palm stretched out endlessly before them as did a nondescript, and admittedly fuzzy, sky that matched the color of her facial fur.
Violent distortions of air buffeted the bus as Sky spoke. “WHO WANTS TO LEARN ABOUT EXPONENTIAL GROWTH?”
Requests made by:
VDOLambiiLani (Via Picarto)
Macro March: Massive Mondays
By: RaddaRaem
Macro Mishap
Requested by LambiiLani
CRKKKKK
A sign, drenched and swinging wildly in place, bore welcome to the sleepy abode known as Smallsvile.
Windows rattled within their frames as howling winds and sheets of rain slammed against the quaint and cozy neighborhood. The street lights sputtered and buzzed as arcs of lightning silently crackled across the sky before exploding into deafening thooms but moments later.
Down the rain slicked streets, where streams of broken branches and assorted garbage clogged the many storm drains, the tempest gales tumbled. Past the vast stretch of land separating one subdivision from another where obelisks of steel, their skeletons scraping against the sky, ominously hummed.
KRAKOOM
The purple tinged clouds, nearly black as night, blazed alive with deafening energy. For an instant the power lines down below came into focus before receding back into the darkness of the stormy night.
Sighs, be they worried or exasperated, was the most common response from the residents trapped inside as they peeked out the windows. Whether it was annoyance at the unstable internet connections or outright worry at the havoc being wreaked upon their little slice of paradise... everyone within Smallsville shared a sense of solidarity in being cooped up indoors. They could all be miserable together, safe and sequestered away from the ill effects of the Macro March storm, at the very least!
KATHOOOOOM
Explosions rattled the neighborhood as smoldering chunks of bark whistled through the air and felled trees crashed to the earth below.
KABOOM
Cozy homes, be they single story or double deckers, rumbled and shifted along their very foundations as lightning assailed Smallsville. A blackened oak here. A ruined street light, shattered against the pavement, there. And sparks, purple and green and otherworldly, for good measure. Carried down from the heavens by one of the countless lightning strikes they forced their way into the sundered wiring that lay exposed on the soggy streets.
As the storm's energy snaked its way underground, through super heated wiring that all but melted away in its wake, it emptied out into an overloaded, and hissing, transformer. Pops, snaps, and cracks, none of which could be heard over the storm, accompanied every burst of purple sparks that forced its way out of the crumbling transformer and into the skeletal power lines that loomed over the neighborhood.
BWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The power lines themselves, the massive interlocking spires of steel that served as Smallsvilles's indispensable eye sores, found themselves shrouded in a frightful purple pallor. Hums, shrill and rising, carried out across the neighborhood.
BADOOM
Before abruptly going silent as explosions of sparks and light erupted from the power lines. Bundles of broiling purple energy shot out along the wires that connected the smoking steel husk to each and every home. In unison the light went out in Smallsville. And then came the tremors.
Arms crossed about their chest, Lani harrumphed at the sight of the burnt out fuses lining the fuse box. Coughing, they swatted away the smoke rising out from it. Augh. Guess they'd have to catch that stream another time.
THOOM
“What the?” Lani bleated as dishes rattled in the sink and kitchen furniture skittered across the floor.
THOOM
Stumbling over to the window, Lani looked out upon the darkened streets. All was quiet. All was still.
THOOM
Until a giant foxy foot slammed down upon the pavement. Sidewalks and asphalt molded around its contours as it settled down into the earth.
“Wait. Is that?” Nose smudged against the window, Lani tried to get a better look.
BADUMP
Only to wince when their horned head punctured straight through their roof. Bleating grumpily, Lani shook off the insulation that caked against their cheeks and peered up the owner of said foxy feet. “Clara?”
A lanky and bespectacled fox girl, clad in soaking wet tank top and pajamas, peered down the sheep. “Lani? You too?”
RRRRRRRRUMBLE
With a bashful bleat, the ovine found themselves billowing out and up as their stomach lurched up into their throat. Shaking off a nasty case of vertigo, Lani shuffled forward. Their hooves bulldozing down what remained of their house in the process. With a meep, Lani tucked her chin against her chest to peer down at no longer quite so colossal Clara. “Me too,” Lani nervously laughed.
GRRRRRRRRUMBLE
“Bahh!” Sleeves bunching up around their shoulders, Lani yelped as they found themselves surging further still. Their shirt rode up high, exposing their navel, as the sheep's thighs forced their shorts unzipped with a ruinous snap. Thread by thread their clothing snapped apart as their wooly tummy, toosh, and more was exposed for all to see.
SNAP
Lani's sneakers, already straining, molded form fittingly, painfully so, around the sheep's hooves. An errant twiddle was all it took for the laces, insoles, and more to pop free in an explosion of rubber and cloth. Splaying their hooves apart, having long since popped free of the ruined car-sized sneakers that once contained them, Lani watched as Clara found herself lost in the gap between them. They winced as their heels bumbled and shoved countless homes asides. Shifting in place, Lani pouted as clouds circled round their horns and the sheep helplessly watched as house after house buckled outward as the occupants inside growsploded.
“Smallsville probably isn't gonna cut it as a name anymore, is it?” Lani nervously offered as they looked out over the countless giants bloating and surging past their ankles. “It's tacky, sure, but any of you given some thought to renaming this place Bigsburg?”
Weathering the Storm
Requested by VDO
Ribbons fluttering behind her, Synthia sank back into her chair. The Suicune, clad in a bright red swim suit, looked out over the empty beach. Waves crashed against the shores, bubbles fizzling and hissing, before retreating out with the encroaching tide.
“At least this is billed at time and a half...” Synthia muttered. Hand cupped against her cheek, the Water-Type took stock of the desolate shores. Beach umbrellas fluttered noisily as clouds of sand blew past abandoned carts. Not even so much as a single Wingull screeched over head or circled round the piers.
Shifting about in place, Synthia's generous proportions straining at her uniform, the lounging lifeguard
dismissively regarded the Macro March storm gathering on the darkening horizon. Her capabilities and prowess, legendary and unmatched in scope, rendered the dangers moot. Yet... Synthia thrummed her fingers against the plastic arm rest her pudgy limb rested upon. “No. No, this is a good thing,” she chided herself. “This is what I was hired to do. Sure, it'd be great if I could WORK at work. But this is good! This is great! There's no thrill seekers, no dare devils, no idiots ignoring the shelter in place warnings that have been belted out.”
“Even so...” Synthia pouted as she blew a raspberry. She idly took to scratching at crystal crown jutting from atop her head while her luxurious purple hair caught along the wind. “There's a lot of other things I'd rather do than ride out a storm,” the Suicune grumbled. Reaching down into the cooler beside her, countless glass bottles clinked together as Synthia rummaged around for a hearty snack.
Omph. A Poffin here.
Nomph. A bag of Pokeblocks there.
Glurk. A gallon of Moo-Moo milk to wash it down.
KATHOOM
Lightning crashed down into the ocean, which stretched well past the horizon, as funnel clouds formed overhead.
“Sometime today, please,” Synthia snorted as a furious barrage of rain pelted against her face. Squinting, the lump of a lifeguard casually brushed her hair aside while walls of water pounded against her.
Deafening gales howled across the beach in response. Umbrellas were tossed up into the air and violently circled around her while carts tumbled raucously to and fro. The barnacle crusted piers creaked and pulled apart plank by plank as the sea swallowed them up.
Synthia, for her part, simply dug her heels into the sand and curled a ribbony tail around her cooler. Not that she could resist the temptation to pry it open now and again to fetch out a bottle of Lemonade. Most of it went on her face, as opposed to into it, granted. But what sips she could manage in the maelstrom were delicious all the same.
“About time,” the Suicune sassed as billowing waves submerged her up to her thighs. She smacked her lips at the sight of water spouts whirling about and blotting the horizon with their terrifying silhouettes.
WHUMPF
Coughing, Synthia hacked at the flailing Staryu and Corsola that smacked against her as the surging tides slapped against her. With a bap she guided them back into the receding waves. “Is that it?” she dared ask.
KRRRRASHHHHH
The Suicune grunted when a tidal force slapped against her. Ripped free from her chair, she violently bounced against the submerged shore while bubbles frothed all about her. Riptides, undertows, and more assaulted and assailed her corpulent figure as the Water-Type was violently tossed about.
“Not bad!” Synthia thought as she righted herself underwater and effortlessly shrugged off the push and pull of the storm. Every kick and swing of her monstrous thighs displaced Olympic pools worth of water and sent her hurtling up into the air. Twirling about in air, showing off for no one in particular, Synthia gracefully dove back into the water to retrieve her cooler. This way and that she looked underwater, among the sea weed and drift wood and countless confused Pokemon tumbling along the waves.
“There you are!” the Suicune exclaimed as she reached out towards it.
CRUNCH
“Uhhh...” Blinking, Synthia meeped as her bloated palm crushed her carton of goodies into the sand. Chunks of plastic and glass bobbed about as her now soggy snacks swished along the sand.
SPLOOSH
Crowned head breaching the waves, Synthia took stock of the beach once more only to find it much smaller than she remembered. The beach umbrellas were but tooth picks to her now and what carts remained were but miniatures in scale.
“Oh. Oh I thought Macro March was just some cutesy alliterative bullshit not...” Synthia huffed with her cheeks puffed out. Chin tucked against her heaving chest, the Suicune looked over her swollen multi-story self. “Gosh dangit.”
KRATHOOM
“Enough! Enough of you, Arceus above,” she grumped at the rather rude weather system thooming and booming over head. Drawing in deeply of the salty air, her chest and stomach distending outwards as her lungs inflated, Synthia huffed and huffed and huffed before puffing right back with a tornadic exhale of her own!
The storm front, lightning surging through the darkened clouds almost as if in confusion, dissipated instantaneously as Synthia tossed it to the winds. Purple skies one moment gave way to brilliant blues the next. Krabbies, Wingulls, and Corphish skittered in a daze about the beach as none of them expected the Macro March storm to subside in so swift, if not silly, a manner.
Hands resting upon her hips, Synthia puffed out her chest quite proudly. The beach lay in ruins. Entire piers were floating away. Her raised lifeguard chair was nowhere to be seen. And the boardwalk looked significantly worse for wear. All in all a pretty uneventful shift in her eyes!
RRRRRRRUMMMMMMMBLE
Lips pursed, the Suicune brushed a hand over her pronounced belly. Its rumbles, deafening and booming, made her think that the storm had returned. “Technically my shift isn't over for a couple more hours...” she mumbled. Her eyes drifted towards the empty boardwalk. Brows arched, she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of the untouched Ice Cream parlor.
THOOM
Synthia's fat feet slammed against the sand. The muted tremors that accompanied her footfalls grew stronger, faster, as she lumbered towards it. “I mean... the only word anyone would have to go on that it survived the storm would be my own.” Her bloated fingers pinched against its side and, with a flick of her wrist, she ripped it off of the boardwalk. Planks tumbled down from it as Synthia opened wide and let it bounce against her tongue. Every flavor of ice cream, every refrigerated cookie cake, every treat contained within melted upon her taste buds and sent the swollen Suicune shivering as she glurked the entire structure down with glee.
URP
“A shame that. Shame that the storm came right through and wiped it right off the face of the earth. ...Along with the Funnel Cake stand.”
NOMPH
“Ooh and can't forget the Gelato shack...”
OMPH
Sucking at her fingers, Synthia hummed as she looked over the damage done by her snack attack. “Aww Heatmor. No one's going to believe me if I say the storm surgically took out all my favorite food joints,” she grimaced.
RRRRRRUMMMMMBLE
“Urf.” Grunting, Synthia kneaded at her stomach as the pressure rose within it. “But if the whole board walk were to be blown away...”
Cheeks puffed out, the Suicune allowed the pressure within her stomach to rise. The rumbling within her gut grew cacophonous. Thooms and booms that rivaled the Macro March storm itself bounced about within her. Finally, as she felt herself nearly ready to burst, Synthia allowed her lips to part and her storm shaming insurance policy to come bellowing forth.
BRAPPPPPPPP
Fee Fi Fo Field Trip
By: RaddaRaem
One by one the children reluctantly shuffled back onto the school bus. Safe for work curses streamed free from their lips as they smudged their pouting faces against the fogging windows. No sooner had they started their field trip than had it been canceled by inclement weather. Lips quivering, they could only look on longingly at the darkening windows of Biggs Bakery.
It was the high point, the reason, to strive and survive long enough to claim the mantle of a 4th grader. For every year, without fail, Miss Sky treated her class to a trip. Where they were free to sample and bake for themselves the most decadent tooth-rotting concoctions one could fathom. Brown sugar cinnamon pizzas. Chocolate chip cookie lasagna. No matter how artery clogging, how heart stopping, or how wildly irresponsible it may be... Miss Sky allowed it. Alas, such sins against all of creation would have to wait another day.
Storm clouds, purple in hue, gathered along the horizon as distant thunder rumbled overhead. The idling yellow vehicle, kicking up noxious diesel fumes, jostled in place as a chill and bitter wind whistled past the otherwise abandoned parking lot. Trees, bent nearly horizontal, flailed wildly in the face of the imminent disaster as leaves tumbled free from their branches.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Sky's knuckled rapped against the door to the men's restroom. “Ryan? Christopher? Jose?” called out the fox. Silence answered her. “I'm respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as your teacher by coming in anyway!” she followed up in a sing song tone before barging her way in.
CREAAAAK
The door swung noisily along its hinges as Sky found, to her relief, no one inside. Her shoes clacked noisily against the tiled floor as she paced past the urinals and sparkling sinks. Phew. No holdouts.
Brows arched, the fox turned to catch her reflection in the mirror. With a sigh, Sky ran a hand through her hair and tussled at her bun. There were more than a few streaks of gray starting to shine through. Mmff. “M-maybe it's just the lighting...” she tried to reassure herself as she straightened her blouse and slacks.
“Twenty-two, twenty-three, and... twenty-four!” the grizzled Bernese bus driver excitedly tallied off. “Awright that's everyone! Save your teacher, that is. Soon as Miss Sky skedaddles on outta there we'll mosey on home.”
A chorus of groans filled the darkening bus. The only sources of illumination were the myriad phones, and running lights, buzzing overhead as the once sunshiny weekday turned pitch black.
“Dun be like that,” the Bernese playfully growled back. “We were looking forward to this just as much as you were! Who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to shuttle you the lot out to who knows where so us adults could finally enjoy a day of peace and quiet?”
“Hey!” shouted back the congregation of children.
“Oh I'm just teasin',” the bus driver unconvincingly snorted. Chuckling, he fished his phone out of his pocket and belted out a text to the tireless teacher.
Hands on her hips, Sky posed before the mirror. Sure, she was getting up there, but she didn't look it right? She didn't look a day over forty, right? Lips pulled flat Sky weakly shook her head. Alright so maybe if she let her hair down people wouldn't notice as... oh no. No no no that made it worse and all the more obvious.
Papping at her cheeks, Sky brought her attention back to the task at hand. She had checked, double checked, and even triple checked every bathroom, every hallway, and every nook and cranny there was. Every cupboard, every closet, every refrigerator to boot! Decades of...
Sky shuddered at the thought. Decades, yes, veritable decades of fields trips had taught her more than she ever needed to know about where her adorable little gremlins loved to lose themselves. Another sigh, this one wistful, heaved free from her throat as she locked eyes with her reflection. She couldn't remember the last time she had had to call short a trip to Biggs Bakery. Someway, somehow, Sky would make it up to them.
BZZT BZZT
“Eep!” Shaken free from her reminiscing on days, and hair, gone by Sky fumbled for her phone. Her bespectacled eyes hurriedly scanned the screen. “Phew!” she exhaled as she slouched forward. The fox's record was flawless and she had no intention of sullying it! Never, never ever forever, would she let one of her precious students escape her watchful eye. Least of all during one of these damnable storms!
Straightening her blouse, and her hair, Sky made her exit. Her heels echoing through the empty hallways.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOOM
Tail puffed out behind her, Sky grimaced as sheets of rain slammed against the bakery's windows and double doors. Through the sheets of glass, rattling in place, she could barely make out her rectangular ride idling on the parking lot.
Chest puffed out, the fox steeled herself. “Come now, Sky, it's just a little water. You survived the macaroni wars. And you'll survive this.”
KRAKOOM
Sky bolted out of Biggs Bakery at a sprint. Her shoes, soggy and drenched within seconds, clung tightly to her swollen soles as lightning cracked overhead. With every pounding step, her clothing clinging to her like a second skin, the fox stumbled towards the vague yellow oblong hidden among the pounding rain.
“They'll be so dejected...” Sky thought as her bun bobbed heavily behind her. “Would it be worth it trying to cram in a lesson on the ride back?”
THOOM
Grunting, Sky paid little heed to her bulbous toes pressing out against her shoes. Much less the pinching sensation of the leather, stretched well past its breaking point, molding to the contours of her swelling digits.
PLOOM
Panting, the vulpine teacher never even noticed when her shoes quite simply exploded off of her thickening feet. “I mean it's not like they have a choice...” Sky hummed as her rain slicked glasses obscured the dwindling distance between herself and her class. Her heavy footfalls, sending sheets of water splashing up with every slam of her soles, caused fissures to spider out through the asphalt beneath her.
Little faces, smudged against the bus windows, watched in rapturous awe as Miss Sky thundered towards them. Her figure, distant yet defined, grew ever more so by the second. Gasps, some delayed and some immediate, bounced from seat to seat as the familiar fox filled their view.
“Better yet... what could I even teach them? It's not like I have a chalkboard or whiteboard to work with,” Sky mused. Her slacks, pulling apart along her inner thighs, steadily rose up past her ankles... past her calves... and past her knees.
Back and forth the bus violently rattled as everyone onboard watched a bloated pair of fox feet, visibly swelling up and out, advance towards them.
“Gods why did we have to park so far away? I know we wanted the children to get exercise...” Sky mumbled as she aimlessly stumbled about. Her mind elsewhere as the fox's undershirt untucked itself from her waistline. Unaware of the fact that her blouse was riding up past her navel. Unaware that her sleeves were bursting open at the elbows. Sky noticed none of these things until it was-
“MISS SKY!”
Until it was almost too late. A squeak, at her feet, prompted the fox to skid to a halt. A tiny toy car, a bus as it were, sat stationary before her twiddling toes. “Hmm?” Head cocked to the side, Sky regarded it curiously. She had stumbled over more than her fair share of them this year. “Another one of Ryan's misplaced mementos?” she sighed. “He should honestly know better by know...” the fox mumbled as she dropped to her knees and pinched it between her finger tips before planting it atop her palm. The detail on this one was... remarkable. The faded painting. The scratched stop sign. The working lights! Goodness it even had that dingy diesel smell to it.
“MISS SKY!”
Ears perked, Sky nervously regarded the toy within her grasp. That... that came from the bus. That was, unmistakably, her name. Swallowing hard, the vulpine cupped her palm close to her chest and peered closer still. “Oh dear,” boomed the flustered fox.
KRAKOOM
The Macro March storm continued to howl unabated overhead as Sky's heart pounded within her chest and her clothing continued to creak and snap. “H-hello there, children!” Flashing a nervous smile, Sky warily regarded the bus as it settled into the creases in her palm. “N-now, I understand that many of you are disappointed with how this year's field trip panned out. And you should be! Know that I will make it up to you however I am able! So... t-that's the bad news. And here's the worse news. While I know none of you are in the mood to do so... a teacher's gotta teach!”
KABATHOOOOOM
Wincing, Sky watched on helplessly as her student body quite literally disappeared into her own. A tiny speck of yellow, a grain of salt in comparison, slowly but surely disappeared without a trace into her very grasp.
“S-SO!” The fox's voice boomed as her class watched Miss Sky fill, and then overflow, her namesake. Jaws gone slack, they silently took in the sight of their teacher's warm and inviting visage swelling out of view and beyond their comprehension. A plain of palm stretched out endlessly before them as did a nondescript, and admittedly fuzzy, sky that matched the color of her facial fur.
Violent distortions of air buffeted the bus as Sky spoke. “WHO WANTS TO LEARN ABOUT EXPONENTIAL GROWTH?”
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