Literature
Filling Out the Sideline: WA2000's Pudgy Potshots
“Unngh,” WA2000 snuffled. A flick of her pudge-covered wrist pushed her wine-colored bangs away from her scarlet red eyes. Sweat had begun to form on her body, a chubby exertion that clung to the exposed skin of her belly and where her collar tucked into her thick double chin.
A girl her size should *not* be laying on a tile floor, her gut spread like so much dough and her arms forced to war for space against her own fluffy breasts. She should be in at her desk in her comfy double-wide chair... but, that's why she had to be here, at the shooting range, struggling to adjust her damnable weapon!
"Come... on!" she promp