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The Fantastic Five, chapter 5Chapter 5: Breaking the Unbreakable
With our superpowers, taking down the army of battle suits didn't take longer than a quarter of an hour, when all suits were lying in pieces around the square. After I had sent the last suit smashing against the base of Jebediah Springfield's statue, we all gathered together to look at the League of Ultimate Evil, who were still hovering over the square. Although they were about twenty feet up in the air, we could see that their faces looked thunderstruck. They clearly hadn't waited for a defeat, at least not one this fast.
"See?" I called calmly. "We told you no evil would get past us. Now would you come down nicely so we can put you in jail?"
For a moment, their faces didn't change. Then suddenly, Sideshow Bob grabbed Dr. Colossus from his collar, pulled his face in front of his own, and shook him.
"You said that those suits couldn't lose!" he yelled angrily at Colossus's face. "You said our victory was certain!"
As Colossus starte
The Fantastic Five, chapter 4Chapter 4: The League of Ultimate Evil
As I went to bed, my head was full of thoughts. Although The Fantastic Five had to return home at some point, we could join our forces as long as they stayed here.
My dreams were filled with images of the Super-Simpsons fighting for justice alongside The Fantastic Five. I saw masses of villains, thieves, robbers, corrupted lawyers and other lawbreakers running away from us, but eventually being caught, beaten up and put into prison by us.
"There's no evil in any world that would be match for ten of us", I said to my mother in my dream, looking gladly at a prison full of criminals we had caught.
"Sure there isn't, honey", mom said, standing besides me.
"We should come up with a team name for ourselves!" Bart said.
"You're right!" I said. "What would you think of...?"
But then suddenly, I heard a voice that echoed within my head.
"The Superheroes of Springfield", the low voice echoed. "Your time has come to an end. Come to the Town
The Fantastic Five, chapter 3Chapter 3: The Birthstory of The Fantastic Five
We went back to our house, locked the doors and closed the curtains, so no one could see in. Then we gathered into the kitchen, and my family started telling our stories how we had become superheroes, starting with Bart and me getting into an X-ray accident, followed by Maggie absorbing parts of our powers thanks to Professor Frink, then dad becoming the Pie Man, and finally, mom becoming The Entangler in our last big adventure at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant.
"So, that's it", I said after mom had finished her story. "Now, can we hear your stories?"
"Actually, they all come in one", Margerine said. "We all became superheroes in the same place at the same time."
"What happened?" Bart asked.
Margerine took a deep breath and started telling.
"It all started about a year ago", she said. "We were all having a trip at the Grand Canyon, when we were surprised and kidnapped by a group of crazy, but intelligent scientists,
The Fantastic Five, chapter 2Chapter 2: The Heroes' Ambush
And as if that night's events weren't enough, on the following days, we encountered more and more already solved crimes, where the ones catching the criminals had always left the big sign of number five somewhere nearby, and the criminals themselves were unable to tell us anything what had happened. And always they had been taken out in the same way: some were pummeled to half-death, others were slashed badly, some had become blind and were hearing non-existing music, some were caught in some kind of web and some looked as thought they had been petrified.
This mystery started to become an obsession for me. I could spend long times in my room, just walking around and thinking about what could we do to find out more of those mysterious crime solvers.
One thing I had already realized: whoever was doing this, must have superpowers, because no ordinary human could do it, that was clear.
Then I came up with a plan to catch those mysterious attac
The Fantastic Five, chapter 1Chapter 1: The Mysterious Attackers
Hi. You can call me Lisa Simpson. Or Clobber Girl. That's my superhero name. I've done many things in my life: travelled in many different countries, performed magic tricks, been close to being killed, written cartoons, but they're nothing, nothing compared to the life of a superhero with awesome super strength that allows me to pick up and toss cars like toys, lift houses, break through walls like they were wet cardboard, and beat the hell out of evil bank robbers twice of my size.
And believe me, being a superhero you get a lot of attention, even though as myself, I'm still the abonded little girl with a straight line of A pluses from almost every subject. The best thing about this thing is that I'm not doing this alone. I also have my whole family in it: my brother Bart (Stretch Dude), my baby sister Maggie (Bouncing Battle Baby), my dad (The Pie Man), and my mom (The Entangler) are doing this as well. Bart, I, and Maggie are ofte
Foxy's pirate tales - The Siren's Song
The ocean, on land it is seen as a large blue blanket of water that covers most of the Earth’s surface, but to the creatures below; it is home. Only very few dare to ever set sail to the harsh waves out at sea, to face the perils and witness the monsters that lurk below. A certain red fox was one of them.
Dressed in nothing but brown tattered shorts and the fur on his skin, he welcomed the salty water and laughed at roaring waves. Armed with nothing but a sword by his side and a bottle of rum in his paws, it was safe to say that this fox was either really brave or really insane. His boat was small but his spirits were high, he didn’t give a damn about the dangers of the sea or rival of neighboring pirates that sailed beside him. His only attention was on the ocean, his first and only true love.
“They all be damned if they think they can go up against the great and mighty Foxy!” he shouted, raising the rum in the air, toasting to himself, and guzzling down the al
If Wishes Were Horses
Candice handed over the cash for the cotton candy and started munching on it.
Her friend, Tamara, gave her an undisguised look of disgust as they strolled through the carnival grounds.
"What?" Candice asked, her voice partially muffled with a mouthful of cotton candy.
"I thought you were trying to lose weight." Tamara told her.
"Look at me. I've lived off carrot sticks for years and I still look like a beached whale. So forget dieting. If I am going to be fat, I might as well enjoy it."
Tamara emitted a disgusted sigh.
"What?" Candice prodded. "Like you're a poster child for perseverance. You're not goint to college just because you didn't get into Harvard."
"That's different." Tamara protested. "I've always been the best at school. I can't take settling for second place. If I can't get into Harvard, what's the point?"
"That's just what I'm saying. If I can't have the body I want, then what's the point? Man, like w
Too Many Drinks - Part I
A blurred and painful awakening disrupted Chuck’s dormancy as his eyes slowly focused on his digital alarm clock.
The blinking colon between the hour and the minute counters violently drummed the seconds of his alcohol induced torment. Chuck’s head bellowed upon waves of whiskey infused headache. How had he managed to drink so much?
More importantly, what happened last night? The evening was a muddled conjecture of missed connections and happy accidents. The late hours of a night’s outing at his local pub usually lead to a booze-infused discussion of politics, religion, and sex, soon obliterated by a cleansing alcohol-fueled memory wipe.
Something prolific, a profound moment, had managed to escape the mental gravity well of his binge. A monolith, no... a person had managed to survive in his memories until his awakening.
Suddenly, a tide of recollection swept over his mind.
Chuck cringed at the realiza
The JoggerThis story has effects of weight gain on the female variety. Simple, if you don‘t like don't read. Regardless, take care and have fun. ^^
A gentle fog hovers over the fine dew coated fields, dissipating slowly as the sun begins to rise into the clouded sky above. The thin mist crossing the finely paved path, it retreats from the young fit woman who has wandered into sight this early Friday morning.
“Ah, my type of morning.” Jen sets her bag on the vacant wooden bench, withdrawing a small mp3 player and a pair of ear buds. “Nothing beats running through a cool morning fog”
Adorned by a loose pair of pink, white striped pants and a matching un-zippered pink hoodie, the outfit contours around her trim athletic figure just pushing 117 pounds. Arms stretched high above her head, her DD-cup breasts are thrust upwards, barely contained in her low cut black sport tank top as the full, round spheres
Belly of the Beauty (vore story)Belly of the Beauty (vore story)
You awaken in a large room, alone. You look up and down, your vision blurry and unfocused, before you rise shakily to your feet. Your vision stabilizes and you are able to make out your surroundings. You seem to have retained your clothes, at the very least, which made you happy, but you are shocked by what you see. You appear to have been shrunken to the size of a fly! Everything around you is so huge! Chairs seem the size of skyscrapers, if not even taller; the table seems to stretch for miles, and the ceiling reminds you of a blank white canvas, stretched an infinitesimal distance over your head. You begin to explore your surroundings, looking through every nook and cranny. Though most of the structures are too tall for you to reach, you cannot withstand the urge to look around the room. There are chairs, a table, a desk… this place has everything! Your curious soul is oblivious to everything around you. You suddenly feel strange shaking from
Doctor's VisitThis story has effects of weight gain on the female variety. If you don't like, don't read. ^^
"Ah damn, I never liked these stupid check ups. Hopefully this doesn't take long, there's that new sale going on at the mall today. " Sara stood there a few moments thinking to herself. "I wonder if I'll have a cute doctor?"
Adjusting her top just in case, Sara had the hourglass body most women would die for and dressed to match. She wore a small black denim jacket atop a tight fitting baby yellow tee to flaunt her full B-cup breasts. Complemented by a pair of daisy duke jean shorts, her long slender legs were only matched by her subtle bubble butt and slightly flared hips. With angelic facial features and brown eyes, her flowing brunette hair draped downwards, resting on her shoulders. Entering the room, Sara saw the receptionist through the window behind her desk.
Exploding Breasts TGExploding Breasts
Even though I was a guy, the day I started growing breasts was a pretty normal day. I didn't have any strange sensation or weird itches or anything like that. I did have a dream which felt quite vivid overnight but which left me when I woke.
I walked into bathroom, trying to pull some of the seemingly-fantastic detail out of the haze of my thoughts, and slipped off my shirt.
Cracking my neck a few times, I glanced in the mirror. The area around my nipples was pressed out a little bit. Nothing too serious but, considering I was used to heavy-lifting at work and my muscles had adapted to that, it did surprise me.
I thought that perhaps I was eating a bit too much and something like a junior version of my Uncle Brad's 'moobs' were starting to show. And I didn't think any more of it at the time except to remind myself to eat a little less and exercise more.
The rest of that week was loaded with veggies and sit-ups. My best friend Adam came over a few times and chee
Too Much of A Good ThingStanding in the middle of a bakery, Sarah looked around, her eyes pratically sparkling. It was the middle of the night, and she had hid herself until closing time. While she was a good person, she had heard that this bakery made some of the best tasting pasteries in town. And since she had a lage sweet tooth, she couldn't resist. Now alone in the shop, she walked behind the counter and looked down at the display case. " Looks delious" she said, licking her lips.Reaching down she grabbed what looked like a sweetroll with honey drizzled on the top. One bite made her eyes light up again. Oh my god, that is so good! she cried in her head. Shoving the rest of it in her mouth she quickly devoured it, and reached for another one. Having the entire bakery to herself was pure bliss for her. Moving on from sweet rolls she saw cinamin buns. Everytime she finished one she licked the suger that was sprinked on them off of her lips. Making her way down the case, she munched on pastries, cakes, and d
Tg Caption: Turned into a Girl for the Holidays"Please, Thomas, I could really use your help," Rick, my manager, pleaded.
"No means no. I don't really like Christmas. Wouldn't it be better for someone else to do it?" I replied.
"Everybody else has already left. You're the last one who can do it. All you need to do is wear a costume and greet the kids as they sit on Santa's lap."
I shook my head. I'd been working at a mall for the last five years. Every year around Christmas time, there would be a wave of customers getting gifts. At first, it was fun, but then the constant arguing for the best deal and the bratty kids started to wear down on me. I didn't hate Christmas, but I definitely didn't enjoy it.
"I didn't want to have to do this," Rick said slowly, "but I'll pay you double for it. Make that triple. Plus, I'll take you out to a turkey dinner tonight."
My ears perked. While I wasn't the biggest fan of Christmas, I could use the money. And food. "Fine, I'll do it. Where's the stupid outfit?"
"It's in the changing room."