#fat ginger

[gayaichubb]

Love ginger's, love chubbies and love see them working out

[c0ldasfir3]

Snow day fun 😊

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[elixirsoflife]

fat ginger‘s on a mad one

HPFT’S MAGIC! Round 1, A21: Write a story from a pet’s POV. Written past midnight so is of dubious quality

Fat Ginger was not in the mood.

His peaceful slumber had been interrupted far too early by a shriek and then several creative and anatomically-impossible curses before there was a hiss of, “Get your damn cat off my goddamn hair, Longbottom, or so HELP ME, I WILL KILL SOMEONE!”

Moments later, two slim hands wrapped around his fur and pulled him off his comfortable perch. “Dahlia, it’s really too early to be killing someone,” said a voice close to his ear.

Fat Ginger was well aware that the voice belonged to the human who had raised him since his kitten days, but the insult to his person had been too great. How dare she snatch him away from the nest he had found and settled onto? With a hiss of his own, he lashed out with his claws.

“Ow!” Alice, his human, cried, nearly dropping him. “St Barney!”

The girl on the bed next to them sat up and tossed back Fat Ginger’s nest. “Did he just scratch you?” There was no concern in her voice. “Good, now you know how it feels.”

“St Barney didn’t scratch you, he just sat on you,” Alice shot back.

“HE SLEPT ON MY FUCKING HEAD.”

“It’s an easy enough mistake to make!”

“No, it bloody well isn’t!” the girl cried before acidly adding, “By the way, his name isn’t St Bernadette, it’s Fat Ginger.”

“No, it’s not,” Alice said uncharacteristically viciously. “It’s St Barnable Lawrence and it’s always been!”

“Haha, yeah, no. It’s Fat Ginger.”

“St Barnable Lawrence!”

“FAT GINGER. FAT GINGER. FAT GINGER.”

“St Bar – “

“FAT GINGER. A GINGER SO FAT, IT’S IN HIS NAME.”

“DAHLIA!” Alice shrieked before glaring at her. “Will you stop? He’ll hear you and his feelings will get hurt.”

His owner cradled him to her chest protectively; the girl glared. Naturally, he glared back. Truthfully, he didn’t give a damn whether or not he was called Fat Ginger or St Barnable Lawrence or Mrs Norris the Third – such matters were unnecessary and unworthy of his attention. But the girl had disturbed his sleep with her god awful shrieking and completely ruined his bed with that toss of her hair so he resolved to hate her from then on.

The girl scowled as if sensing his thoughts. “Just keep the damn cat away from me, okay?”

His owner squeezed him. “I’ll do my best. But you should know that if anything happens to him, I will go up to Damien Nott and tell him you fancy him.”

“You’re a fucking tramp.”

“I love you,” Alice cooed and then whisked Fat Ginger away.

[starfallskitter]

It's a quiet day at Genocide School for Males. The classmates are writing homework silently in the library when out of nowhere, a fat ginger in the second row suddenly starts queefing violently. His body spasms and shakes, driving him out of his chair. Blood erupts in bubbles from his crotch as he queefs harder and harder. The paramedics are called as he screams and spasms on the floor. "IT'S A MAGNITUDE 7.5" screeches the librarian, battening down the hatches. The library is evacuated immediately as the boy explodes in a blood bomb.

We find ourselves again at Genocide School for Males, where the janitors can be found cleaning up what has become known as the Genocidal Genocide Genocide. The culprit, whom we know as the unnamed fat ginger, is lying under a bedsheet, presumed dead. Now, little did we know that outside the school, a necrophile is lurking. He sneaks quietly into the blood-splattered library, sneaking past the janitors, stealing their weed as he goes by. He sneaks up to the dead body and starts violently masturbating over it. The janitors, surprised, decide to join in. The fat ginger starts spasming again as the semen enters his body, seeping into his pores. The necrophile drops the weed, landing it on his crotch. Suddenly, a burst of light erupts from the dead body, and he rises into the air dramatically. The light shines around his crotch, where the weed stick is magically transforming into a dick. Energised by the semen, he becomes stronger, and then so rises to become the Leader of the Bear Pride Marijuana Enthusiasts.

Back at Genocide School for Males, our friend the fat ginger is preparing with his Bear Soldiers for battle. Because behind the bloody walls of the library, lies an unseen enemy: the Lipstick Lesbian Heroin Enthusiasts. They are hiding behind each student with paint guns, attempting to sell them pink heroin. Suddenly, out of every window in the library erupts a fat bear stoner holding a leather-studded blunt. Screeching, the fat ginger runs into the crowd of students, setting fire to the principal as he goes. The police arrive just in time to break up the furious dance battle of the two clans, but find themselves pelvic thrusting along. Alas, our dear friend could not take on the furious twerking of the Lipstick Lesbian Heroin Enthusiast's leader, and was promptly sent to Mars.

It's a somber day at Genocide School for Males. The classmates are performing a dazzling acrobatics show in memory of the twelve dead from the dance battle. Little did they know that our friend the fat ginger was, in fact, alive, but was in the captivity of four hostile, overprotective Martians. He was currently being forcefully educated in the art of safe sex in an alien library. Bored, the fat ginger grabs a demonstratory dildo and shoves it up the alien's nose. He then commits a daring escape using only weed, air vents and the dildo, managing to steal a mysterious aircraft and fly down to Earth. Only when he landed in the hills of Soviet Russia did he realise he was flying on a nipple. He was then arrested for public indecency.

The halls of Genocide School for Males remain empty of our friend the fat ginger as he struggles behind the bars of the Soviet Russian Police Station. Contrary to popular opinion, there is only one police station in Soviet Russia, and this is the one our old friend the necrophile is currently visiting. He walks up to the desk and is forced to take a nametag, which he writes Jerry on. Jerry the Necrophile is granted permission to visit the fat ginger, who is extremely surprised to see him. Jerry wipes the tears from his eyes as he is finally reunited with the man he loves. The fat ginger, however, hates Jerry, but is chained to his bed and cannot fight the necrophile's vicious rape. Jerry pays for his bail and the fat ginger is sent home. But he is not alone...

At Genocide School for Males, the fat ginger has stolen a phone from a passerby to desperatly call Jerry the necrophile. For he has wonderful news! "JERRY, I'M PREGNANT!" the fat ginger screeches into the phone. The Bear Pride Marijuana Enthusiasts around him squeal happily. Jerry procedes to superglue himself to his pet eagle and fly over the Eiffel Tower, being stabbed on the point. The fat ginger feeds the phone to a hungry homeless person and immediatly goes out to buy diapers, baby food, milk, dogs biscuits, a Playboy magazine for the baby's tenth birthday and twenty-five new My Little Ponies for his collection. The fat ginger then realises he has nowhere to stay. He usually sleeps in his locker, but he can't let the baby live there. Suddenly, he gets an idea. He grabs the nearest garbage bin and throws it at the nearest window, which happened to belong to the science classroom. Screeching, he jumps in and starts building a fort out of tables, with the help of his clubmates. Once the inside is furnished with luxury garbage bags, the new home is complete. The fat ginger stares at it in pride, until suddenly he collapses on the floor.

There is excitement at Genocide School for Males, as our friend the fat ginger is going into labour. Blood erupts in bubbles from his crotch as he screams harder and harder. The librarian, sick of his repetitive bullshit, runs to the science room, picks him up and dumps him on the street. With the oncoming traffic zooming around him, he finds himself saved by an unlikely friend- a fat brunette from the Lipstick Lesbian Heroin Enthusiasts. She runs into the street, grabs him by the arm and throws him against the nearest fence. "YOU CAN'T DIE, I LOVE YOU!" she screams. The fat ginger stops spasming for a moment to stare at her. "You're a lesbian." She blinks, confused. "Right." She then disappears into dust. The fat ginger returns to muscle spasms. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pig drops from the sky. The fat ginger stops spasming and his baby bump disappears. As he lays on the dirty sidewalk, cars screeching past, he cradles his daughter, tears in his eyes. "You're beautiful," he cries. "I will call you Jeremiah Jr."

[whileshe-buriedtomorrow]