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Weaving a Web of Legends....2005-
Xania Mask had become a pretty popular singer in her city of New Jansen City, yet she wasn’t really known world-wide, not even nation-wide or state-wide. Her first year as a person had not been that eventful at all, really, except for those first couple days. She almost missed Nia, without her, the Mask really had nothing fun to do.
Xania walked by a church on her way home, and began to get a weird feeling. She involuntarily dragged herself to the back of the church as the feeling got stronger. She looked and saw that this was a Nordic Church, did they even have those? She didn’t hav any more time to think about it, as the prayers coming from the church began to morph the mask on Xania’s face into a green smoke.
The smoke rose and flew away, leaving behind someone new, Xania Masque. She had a full head of red hair, large brea
LegendaryStories's Index of the She-Mask: #1Today, the She-Mask fandom is quite diverse, especially on DeviantArt. I have decided to make small installments on what I have observed and compile a guide, to both She-Maskers and non-She-Maskers.
THE MASK’S APPEARANCE: #1
Today’s entry will be about the different ways people perceive that the She-Mask would appear like if she was a reality, or at least have been made into a movie. This portion will not focus on her personality, abilities, or body shape and size; this focuses singularly on the Mask (as an object) itself and its effects on the head and face. Each person will have a slightly different take on how the Mask is styled, and will mostly consist of a combination of different styles from each of the sections.
Section 1: The Mask’s Attachment
This is the largest and most important section to this entry, as this is the most noticeable thing when looking at drawings, photomanipulations, and other art. This section is about how the
Maddie Cook hated playing sports. She didn’t hate sports altogether, though. She loved to watch a lot of sports, especially baseball. But whenever she tried to participate in PE, or do something in the fitness room, she would fail horribly, and it frustrated her.
One evening, she was working late as a minimum-wage janitor for her school; she was the last one there, as it was a Saturday. She went around from room to room, cleaning and tidying up. Her school was pretty big, and the only school in the state to have an indoor football and baseball turf and stadium. She came to the large facility and saw a bunch of trash on the field, leftover from last Friday’s Senior Bash.
Since it was a clear night, and she would be here for a few more hours, she decided to open up the ceiling. She went over to the large control panel and flipp
The Odd Mask Island: Part 5
The woman standing there was no longer Kate. Her green face, read hair, and hourglass figure made her realize she was a different person. She snapped her fingers and a full-size body mirror erupted from the sand, and looked at her body, and smiled.
She removed the pistols from her belt, raised her hands and fired. Nothing. Suddenly, from the one on her right, a green flare shot up into the sky and exploded, then the gun disappeared. In her left, the gun simply shook.
She knew what the “gun” was, but tossed it into the sea, knowing she could do better than that. The woman decided to think of a name for herself. When the navy ship arrived, after telling them her appearance was from “allergic reactions” to things on the island, she told them her name was Jessika Rabitt.
The Odd Mask Island: Part 4
When Kate landed, she immediately grabbed at the flower and yanked it off, her head bouncing back with a rubbery “sproing!” Seeing the mud on her, she walked into the ocean and washed it off. She sat on a rock and looked at her hand as it held a red braid.
Kate stood up and ran back to shore, her hair was not red. Coming out of the water, she saw that she was in a silver Latex suit, with a red-haired braid over her right shoulder. She unknowingly pulled out a mirror and looked at her red hair, and noticed that her face was a different shape. She was a bit paler, her face longer with fuller lips, and she wondered how all this happened.
She got down on her knees and cried. She let tears fall onto the sand, until she noticed a bright pink, weird-shaped bug on her nose. She tried to swat it away, but it just stayed on her nose wi
The Odd Mask Island: Part 3
The snap from her leg tore Kate’s pants clean off, and she flew through the air and landed right in a pink mud pit. She sank all the way to her armpits, immobile from the chest down. She looked around for something to pull her out, something to grab on. She gazed up and saw a giant kissy-lip looking flower overhead nearby.
Kate used her new-found stretching abilities to reach for the plant and pull on it. As her body was lifted, the rubbery-mud stretched with her body. When she was nearly free, the flower swallowed Kate’s head. She let go, flying back into the mud, shoulder-deep, and brought the flower down with her.
When the mud almost covered her neck, the elasticity to the flower stem pulled Kate back out of the mud and flung her across the island, the mud still cloaking her body and her head still donned by the flower.
The Odd Mask Island: Part 2
Kate scoured the area until she found bright purple berries, they looked quite similar to blueberries, so she took and handful and ate them. They didn’t have much of a taste, but as soon as she swallowed, she tastes the most incredible flavor she ever tasted. She began to devour the berries until none were left on the bush. Feeling full, Kate walked over to a clearing and sat down.
Suddenly, she felt a weird feeling in her stomach, almost as if she was going to vomit. She stood up and walked over to a pile of bushes, and leaned over. But, instead of vomit, she regurgitated purple bubbles, which flew away. Kate wondered what that was about when she suddenly felt a strong pain in her torso. She involuntarily threw her head back as she felt something about her change.
She looked down and saw that her breasts grew to the size of large watermelons, larger than basketballs. Her waist thinned out to maybe sixteen inches around, and her but
The Odd Mask Island: Part 1
Kate Upton woke up on a beach, tired and confused. She looked around her and saw that she appeared to be on an island. She looked at her clothes and saw that she wore a string-bra, and a pair of rather ugly pants. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that her pants were see-through, and she wondered why he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She moved her hand to her head and felt that her hair was pulled in a very tight, neat bun.
How Kate ended up on the island was oblivious to her, as she couldn’t remember anything from the past week. She stood up and noticed a sign in the distance. She walked over to it, rather quickly, and stopped to read it. The sign read: “Welcome to Loki Island, tropical paradise of less than one square mile. Caution: Contact with wildlife, plant life, and environment may result in mental and physical disfigurement. Th
Growing Up Masked: Epilogue
Three Years Later…
Jade lived her new life day after day, having become a glamour model, she made millions of dollars a year.
After she had awoken that one night, she realized her head was bald. She used her powers to eliminate all records of her existence. She immediately bailed her apartment and then migrated to Los Angeles, claiming she was an immigrant from Sweden, providing working papers and instantly earning citizenship with the use of her powers.
Within three years, Jade rose to be one of the most famous models under the name, Jade Maasque. However, this was never entirely Jade. As a result of using her mask powers, Jade had to deal with many Mask tendencies daily, but eventually learned to cope with and embrace her mask abilities.
Jade now stepped out of her mile-long limo and walked along the red carpet of her first movie. Content w
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 7Marisa didn't sleep well that night.
She tossed and turned all night, trying to settle her mind, to make all the little pieces fit nicely next to each other, but it didn't seem to happen. She was angry, at John, at Miracle, at herself for letting her emotions get the better of her. She couldn't sleep, not restfully, at least.
Nine thirty rolled around, and she was where she was supposed to be, in her office, ready for Miracle to walk in, but she looked rough. Her hair and make-up were askew, her outfit wasn't co-ordinated the way it usually was. She looked less like a domineering matriarch, and more like a stressed secretary, four years deep into a fast food binge.
And this was what Miracle saw when she came in, sitting on the other side of the desk, her eyes wide in terror as a fat, serious-looking woman stared back at her.
Miracle reflexively shrank back, "I-I'm sorry..."
Marisa shook her head, "It's not important. So. What happened to you yesterday?"
"I-I panicked." M
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 5Two months after that fantastic opening night, all good feelings Marisa had ever had about where she was going with Porker's had officially evaporated.
She rolled over in bed, slapping her alarm clock as she did so. She didn't want to go to work, she just didn't. Work meant not knowing what to do, or how to talk about it, even. Gwen knew the situation, that conversation happened yesterday.
She rolled over in her covers, remembering back to how that had gone...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It was 10 AM, the restaurant didn't open for another hour and a half, and Gwen had come bursting into her office, wanting to know about... something.
She couldn't remember why Gwen had come in, and Gwen hadn't either, forgetting the instant she'd seen her friend looking a mess, all disheveled and half asleep on a desk scattered with papers.
Gwen had been worried, “'Rissa? Are you... okay? Did you sleep here?”
She'd woken up, but she was a long way from alert, mumbling as Gwen moved towards her, waddl
Growing Up Masked: Chapter 10: Super
Jade woke up at a cargo yard, right by the boat docks. She looked and saw she was wearing a Supergirl outfit. She started to walk down the yard, looking around. She reached the street to see she was actually in a boat dock by Venice Beach, a whole 2 hours north of San Diego and New Haven.
“Oh, shoot. How am I supposed to get home?” says Jade. Jade then remembers her abilities in the dream. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Ok. I’m 200 miles from home. No money. No ID. Mask, if you are going to do anything, do it now.”
Jade opened her eyes, which turned from green to bright gray. “Ooh, this outfit is totally cute. Wait, I’m in LA? OMG, I need to get home!!!” Even though Jade was acting along the lines of a stereotypical teenage girl, she had a very adult-like voice. “SuperMask, away!” Jade, or SuperMask, began to spin into a tornado, but only spun
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