True Stories: A Chance Encounter (An Update) WG by kowlooner, literature
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True Stories: A Chance Encounter (An Update) WG
Here’s another update from my latest post. This one will be a bit shorter, but I think it warrants posting.
About a week after I made that post, I ended up hanging out with that same young lady twice in the same weekend. The first time was a rather short encounter, as she needed a ride home from the bars after a long night of drinking with her friends. I happened to be awake and sober, so I gladly obliged, as it was only a short drive.
She had a pair of mint colored jeans and a blue, button down top. Upon getting back into her house, I went inside to use the restroom. This sounds like a silly stereotype, but her house is kind of a mes
True Stories: A Chance Encounter (WG) by kowlooner, literature
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True Stories: A Chance Encounter (WG)
Since it’s been awhile since I posted about one of my ex-girlfriends, but I figured it was time to put a recent experience up on deviant.
For past recountings:
http://kowlooner.deviantart.com/art/True-Stories-Fatigue-WG-472213225
http://kowlooner.deviantart.com/art/True-Stories-Gymless-WG-542138293
http://kowlooner.deviantart.com/art/True-Stories-Spliting-Snow-Pants-WG-471354066
A little bit of background about her figure. When she was in shape, she was about 130 pounds, with an angular face, toned arms, and a nice round bubble butt. She stands roughly 5’5” even. This girl has pretty much perfectly porcelain skin and ve
True Stories: Mushy Model (WG) by kowlooner, literature
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True Stories: Mushy Model (WG)
Haven’t shared anything in a while, so I figured the following conversation would be a good one. I interacted with an old friend of mine on FB recently. To give you some background, she’s always been about 5’2”-3”ish (she’s pretty short) and usually weighed about 105 lbs. She’s also quite stunning, and was a girl in high school that everyone pined over. She was the classic genetic freak - because she had a very large chest, a 34-D usually, on such a tiny body.
This girl has done quite a bit of modeling and even some extra work in some movies. Anyway, it’s been quite a while since she’s do
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 8 by kowlooner, literature
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Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 8
“WONDER WHALE GETS DOMINATED TONIGHT - BATMAN SAVES THE DAY”
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“PLUMP PRINCESS SHOWS PORK AS BATMAN RESCUES…”
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“WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR WONDER WOMAN’S CAREER AS A…”
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“WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO HERA’S HEAVYWEIGHT? MORE AT 11.”
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“HUSKY HEROES - WHAT WONDER WOMAN’S WEIGHT GAIN MEANS FOR THE OVERWEIGHT IN AMERIC…”
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Diana readjusted herself on the couch. Sharp pains radiated throughout her body. Cheetah hadn’t landed a single impactful blow, yet Diana felt as if she had been put through the ringer. She was
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 7 by kowlooner, literature
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Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 7
Three days after her physical reawakening, Diana blinked aimlessly at the television. She was so sore after her first few workouts that she needed to take a rest. The Amazonian figured it was a sound approach, as the road back to fitness takes some time. At least, that’s how it seems to work for mere mortals.
Was she a mere mortal right now?
Diana scratched her belly and finished her sixth chicken wing. Hey, at least it was protein, right?
It was dinner time for the bloated brunette. Her cravings were insatiable these days. She did her best to mitigate them and not give in. Diana was scheduled to leave the small studio apartment late
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 6 by kowlooner, literature
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Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 6
As her eyes opened, Diana found herself on the floor of her tiny studio apartment. That sounds of downtown Gotham were rattling away in the background. It was 3am, but in a city like Gotham, that made no difference. Cabs were still wailing away on their horns, despite a city ordinance forbidding such noise. This was a far cry from the comfortable digs she had on the outskirts of the city.
Her lasso was on the floor too.
And her head throbbed, badly. She saw a bottle of aspirin placed on top of the coffee table and a note. YOU CAN SEE YOURSELF NOW
Suddenly, Diana recalled another dream, or nightmare rather. She could read Circ
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 5 by kowlooner, literature
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Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 5
“You will forget your talking points, you will lose your confidence, you will embarrass yourself,” said Circe.
“I will forget my talking points, I will lose my confidence, and I will embarrass myself,” replied Wonder Woman.
Diana awoke in a pile on the floor. Her lasso was tied around her waist. She was wearing the sweats that she had on the night before.
The door swung open and it was Bruce Wayne.
“Bruce, help! Is this a dream!? I saw Circe! What happened!?”
“Hold on, Diana. Lets get you free.”
Bruce looked at the helpless Diana on the floor. He hefted her up and untied her. Bruce then ex
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 4 by kowlooner, literature
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Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 4
Diana looked up at her uniform, hanging proudly in the closet. There hadn’t been much need for it recently. The blow back from her battle in Metropolis had largely subsided. Unfortunately for her, there hadn’t been much of a need for her to fight crime. All was quiet on the western front.
Diana looked around her bedroom. It was late afternoon. Alfred had been by in the morning to clean and take away her laundry. Of course, she was taking a mid-morning nap when he had stopped in for a visit.
Why did he take the mirror?
It wasn’t as if she had needed it. Outside of her visit to Wayne Manor two weeks ago, she hadn’t le
Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 3 by kowlooner, literature
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Wonder Woman: Willpowerless (WG) Part 3
Wonder Woman was tied up and groggy. Cheetah had done her damage. Her strikes must have poisoned her, or at the very least weakened her. Circe was coming closer to her. With her lasso wrapped firmly around her body, there was nothing she could do but hope help would come. Giganta, now at a normal size to fit in the prison, stood behind her, ready to act if Wonder Woman summoned any sort of counter-offensive.
“You will listen to everything I say and then I will let you go.”
“Yes, Circe,” was all Wonder Woman could mutter.
“You will give in to me and do everything that is asked of you,” said Circe, drawing