#Borrowed

[thegainingdesk]

Borrowed

“Fuck!” I barked as hot coffee spilled down my front. This always seemed to happen when I wore a nice shirt, always when I had to meet clients, always on a fucking Tuesday. God I hated Tuesdays.

Fifteen minutes of frantic dabbing with wet paper towels later I sat slumped in my chair. Not only had I not managed to shift the coffee stain, but now I'd also made my shirt wet enough that my thick body hair was plainly visible through it.

“Maybe someone has a jumper?” Owen asked.

Sandra shook her head sadly. “We asked around,” she said. “The weather's been so lovely, not sure the last time anyone brought a jumper in. There's a couple in lost and found but…” She trailed off and lifted up two jumpers - one lurid pink with three kittens covered in glitter, the other a red Christmas jumper implying Santa was about to do unspeakable things to a reindeer.

“Not really the thing for a client meeting,” Owen said, making a small sucking noise through his teeth.

“Someone else is going to have to do it,” I said. “It's in ten minutes, there's no way my shirt will be dry in time.”

“I always keep a spare shirt or two in the stationery cupboard,” Graham said, appearing round the corner eating a donut. “It'll be a bit big for you though!” he added, slapping the firm ball gut that took up his torso.

I bit my lip. On one hand, I'd look absolutely ridiculous, my lanky frame swallowed up by a shirt intended for a man surely a hundred pounds or more heavier than me. On the other hand, I'd look more presentable than I currently did. And besides, it would be kind of hot to have real, tangible evidence of just how much bigger Graham was than me - okay, so forty-five year old obese dads aren't exactly everyone's fantasies, I can admit that, but for me, Graham was my dream man.

“Thanks Graham,” I said. “You’re a lifesaver.”

A minute later I was stood in our stationery cupboard holding up a piece of fabric I could use as a light blanket. The tag said 2XL and I thought about how Graham filled his shirts - gut straining gently at the seams, the hem riding up by the end of most days to reveal a wedge of hairy fat. There were some trousers as well, neatly folded beneath the shirt. I held the pair up to my waist and boggled at how much wider they were. I imagined filling up clothes so big and felt myself grow hard.

I peeled off my own wet, stained, size small shirt and hung it on the door handle to dry a little. I slipped my arms in Graham's shirt and buttoned up the front. The shirt swallowed me. The hem hung down below my crotch, the shoulder seam lined up somewhere along my upper arm, so that the cuff hung down past my thumb, the whole thing billowed around me. I pinched the fabric and held it out in front of me - it seemed like there was a foot of space left in every direction.

My cock throbbed. I checked the door was locked, then checked the time. I had a few minutes, and Sandra was already on delaying duty. I bunched the shirt up, unbuttoned my fly and pulled my aching cock out. I stroked rapidly, keen to finish in a timely fashion. I tried to imagine myself filling the shirt. How much bigger would I be? Would I be shaped like Graham, with a firm gut, or would I be softer, flabbier, wider? My left hand raked over my trim stomach and my breath hitched as I moved it away, out to where I'd held the shirt just a moment ago. I bit my lip to stop myself yelling out as I shot cum across the floor of the cupboard, and as it dribbled over my fist.

Hit by post-wank clarity, I immediately felt like an idiot. How did I think I was going to clean this up? I frantically grabbed my wet shirt and did my best to wipe up the thick cum on my right hand and cock, struggling a bit to get it out of my pubes and stopping it getting on my trousers or Graham’s shirt. Then I knelt down and wiped up the mess on the floor.

A knock on the door. “Just coming now!” I choked.

“The clients are here,” came Graham's voice through the door. “That shirt alright?”

I looked down at myself. I looked fucking ridiculous, like a child wearing his dad's suit for a play. “Yeah Graham, cheers. It's perfect.”

I wadded up my coffee and cum covered shirt and threw it into a corner that I hoped no-one would look in over the day. I tucked the excess fabric into the waistband and rolled up the sleeves, hoping the overall effect was “loose and casual” rather than “four sizes too big”.

-

I panted softly as I squelched my way into the office. When I woke up, the weather was blissful - bright sunshine, a little warm maybe, but with a light breeze to make it bearable, the sky clear apart from a couple of distant picturesque fluffy clouds completing the picture. Of course, once I was halfway to work, the heavens abruptly opened, necessitating me to run from my tube stop through torrential rain to my office.

My body wasn't exactly built for running these days. That day with Graham's shirt had flicked a switch somewhere deep in my brain, and since then my appetite and waistline had expanded in rapid conjunction. Now my soaking shirt clung to a round, soft gut, plump tits and wide love handles, and my damp trousers made my wide, plush thighs and fat pad uncomfortable.

I was met with noises of sympathy from my much more weather-prepared co-workers as I dripped across the floor, but couldn't fail to notice the whispers and pointing as soon as I passed. My weight gain wasn't exactly fresh office gossip at this point, but I'm sure it being highlighted by clinging wet clothes didn't exactly help matters. I sighed as I sat at my desk, the cold clothes against my skin making me shiver.

A shadow fell over me and I saw Graham stood meekly above me. “I've got some spare clothes,” he said quietly, looking around to see if anyone was listening. “I'm not sure if you, you know, if they'll fit or anything, but you're welcome to them if you like.”

I saw his eyes flick to my swollen gut and my heart jumped as I realised that Graham - Graham! The office fat guy! - wasn't sure who was bigger out of the two of us. I shuffled my legs slightly to adjust my hardening cock, but knew that my overhang would largely keep my arousal hidden.

“Oh, uh, yeah, thanks Graham, that would be great,” I thanked him. “I've actually borrowed your shirt before, you know,” I told him. “You wanting to keep it a secret all of a sudden?”

Graham grew more flustered. “It's not that,” he said. “I'm happy for people to borrow it whenever, you know. I figure it's best if there's a spare shirt around and at least if it fits the fattest- I mean, that is, if it fits me it… well.” He cleared his throat and looked around again. He lowered his voice further “I wasn't sure if you'd be happy to, you know, have people know you were borrowing my clothes. You know since…” He gestured feebly towards me and I felt my heart pump harder.

“That's fine Graham,” I said. “Thank you again.”

“If you ever want to talk to someone,” he said, not moving yet. “I get it, you know, the uh,” he shifted his feet nervously, “weight thing. I was probably about your age when I started to put on a bit, back when Vanessa had the twins and well… anyway. I just wanted to say that I know how it feels, and if you ever wanted to talk to someone who understands…”

“Thanks Graham,” I said. “For the shirt and the offer.” I stood up so that we were almost belly to belly. “I best go get changed.” Graham grinned and gave a small wave as he walked away.

I looked at the shirt on the hanger in front of me. Was I really the same size as Graham now? I'd certainly fantasized about the idea often enough, and the shirt in front of me looked… well, it looked normal. I thought back to that day a couple of years before when I was shocked at the size of Graham's clothes; now they looked the exact same as all the others I had hanging in my wardrobe at home.

I pulled off my damp clothes and put on the shirt. It fit perfectly - the collar wasn't too tight, the shoulder seams hit the right place, it tucked perfectly into my waistline. A little snug, perhaps, around my gut, but then most clothes did these days. The buttons were definitely straining more than they did around Graham's belly, weren't they? He'd have surely bought the next size up by now if this was how his shirts fit everyday.

I sucked in as I bent down to pick up the trousers, keen not to stress the buttons anymore and stood back up with a loud grunt. Advanced acrobatics like “bending over” and “standing back up” were getting a little strenuous these days. I looked in the waistband and froze. It was a 42 inch waist. I'd gotten rid of my last pair of 42s months ago, and in the meantime my 44s were starting to pinch painfully when I was particularly bloated. I looked back at my soaked trousers and imagined drying in them. These would have to do - maybe just for the morning until my clothes dried.

I had to suck in as I struggled to button the trousers, and immediately felt the familiar vice grip of too small clothes as I let my gut hang out fully. The fabric confined my legs and hips, making my torso explode out of the top like bread dough, and I could imagine the angry red marks I'd see once I took them off. The legs felt like skinny-fit jeans, all the way down to my calves. Surely Graham couldn't wear these? I didn't think I'd be able to sit down all day.

“Those forty-twos aren't too big, are they?” Graham asked when I gingerly came out the stationery cupboard, feeling like an overstuffed sausage casing come to life. “I only really use them if I'm feeling a bit bloated,” he explained.

I shook my head and gave a strained smile. “They'll stay up with a belt,” I said. I saw Graham's eyes flick down to the full-to-bursting fabric with no belt in sight.

He gave a thin smile. “Well then,” he said. “Glad I could help. You know where they are if you ever need them again.”

I was back in my own trousers by lunch, after promising Graham to buy him a new pair since I'd ripped the seat on his.

-

I licked the sugar and jam off my fingers as I walked up to Graham.

“Hey man,” I said, before stifling a belch. “I don't suppose I could borrow that spare shirt you keep?” I gestured down at my shirt, where jam from my donuts sat next to grease from that morning's sausage roll on the shelf of my gut. “Breakfast got a bit messy this morning.”

Graham’s eyes widened a touch and I could see him perform a series of mental calculations. “I've lost a little weight since the last time you borrowed a shirt,” he said after a moment. “I'm down to just plain old extra large these days.”

“It looked like the same shirt when I got some staples the other day,” I told him. “Maybe you just forgot to swap it out.”

He smiled weakly. “Ah, yeah, that's right,” he conceded. “Must not have brought in one of my new ones yet.” His eyes flicked down to the farthest extent of my gut, where its swell strained the buttons of my 4XL. “So you umm, I mean that is, if you think, but well.” He desperately reached for a polite way to tell me I was too fat for even the clothes that were too big for him. He lowered his voice. “Weren't you saying a while ago you shop at one of those plus-size shops these days? I never really went to those, even when I was, well, before I lost some weight.”

I grinned and shrugged. “Worth giving it a go, right buddy?” I slapped the top of my belly. “Us big guys are used to squeezing into places.”

He grimaced at the suggestion our sizes were comparable and gestured towards the cupboard where he kept his spare shirts. “Help yourself,” he mumbled.

I unbuttoned my own shirt and dropped it in a heap on the floor. I picked up Graham's from its hanger and held it out in front of me - did I really used to fit in clothes this small? I grunted as I bent down to pick up the trousers and held that out in front of my waist too - god they were narrow. My own hips were a good half foot wider, even while holding them like this. I'd have liked to have tried them on too, but they were a non-starter, I knew. A shame that I couldn't go all the way with my little game, but oh well.

I put the shirt on, even the shoulders a little too narrow to slip my arms into comfortably, and slowly started buttoning, my fat fingers slow and clumsy. The neck was a complete no go, fat oozing over the collar when I attempted. The buttons over my tits were snug, but broadly doable. The top of my gut - starting to become a real problem. At the very diameter of my soft ball gut the two sides were inches apart. Determined to make a show of myself in front of the office before I left in a few weeks, I sucked in as far as I could and tugged on the shirt hard. After a few moments of struggling, huffing and puffing all the buttons were precariously lodged into their respective holes.

I let my gut out slowly, so as not to tear any seams or send the buttons scattering. Even at the largest I dare let my gut hang out, I was still sucking in a little.

Every inch of fabric was filled with me, inflated to its limit. I could almost hear the cloth creaking. The buttons had huge ovals of hairy, dimpled skin showing between them. The bottom of the shirt hung around my heavy love handles like bread loaves and several inches of my gut hung clearly out the bottom. The waistband of my trousers were hidden beneath cascading fat, and my soft arse hung out at the top.

I grinned as I walked out the cupboard. “Cheers for the shirt Graham,” I called across the office. Disgusted and embarrassed faces turned towards me as they took in the sight of my morbidly obese body forced and squeezed into clothes meant for the merely clinically obese. I began walking towards Graham as I spoke, giving everyone a good view. “I don't think it's really going to work,” I said as I gestured towards my body. “I swear we used to be the same size?” I shrugged. “Ah well, I can cope with a couple of stains for today.”

Graham blushed bright red as I approached him, the only person forced to engage with the spectacle unfolding in front of everyone. “Oh well,” he said, staring resolutely at his computer screen.

A flash of a thought began to nucleate into an idea. Did I dare? I think I did. I made a show of wrinkling my nose a little and then- “ACHOO” - a not quite believable fake sneeze as I let my gut expand to its fullest extent. Two buttons pinged off the and I heard a small rip to my side.

“Oh god!” I feigned humiliation. “I'm so sorry Graham, your shirt! I'll buy you a new one!”

Graham paled. “That's fine,” he insisted. “Didn't fit anymore anyway, destined for the charity shop.”

“No, no,” I replied. I stroked my hand around my gut, feeling the contrast between strained fabric and exposed skin at the fresh tear in the shirt's side. “It's my fault and this spare shirt’s helped me out no end of times.” I pretended to ponder for a moment. “I swear it used to fit…”

My cock was rock hard beneath my gut as I returned to the stationery cupboard to put my own shirt on.

[schizophrenic-klept-hoe-maniac]

HUGEEE ass s3ph0r@ haul!! My biggest makeup haul to date. I’m so lucky & proud of my new goodies!!!

Total: fuck if I know✨

[mobpsychomakes]

Borrowed

[random-xpressions]

Borrowed words or borrowed experiences or borrowed knowledge or even borrowed prayers - I'm equally uninterested in all of them. I prefer to feed my soul from my own garden...

Random Xpressions

[hotgirllyfter]

Lil haul after being inactive as fuck for the past 2 years lol

[l1ft-l1ft1ng-l1ft3d]

What I l1ft3d from 4/1/2023 - 4/30/2023

American Eagle Outfitters:

- Rolling Stones oversized crewneck sweatshirt

Barnes & Noble:

- 7 books (4/2/2023)

- Paper Source Scantron tote bag

- San Francisco tote bag

- 6 books (4/6/2023)

- 8 books (4/8/2023)

- 5 books (4/11/2023)

- 7 books (4/16/2023)

- B&N canvas tote bag - black + gold (4/16/2023)

- 4 books (4/17/2023)

- Out of Print Library tote bag

- 7 books (4/22/2023)

- 4 books (4/25/2023)

- 1 book (4/27/2023)

CVS:

- CeraVe Psoriasis Moisturizing Cream

- Get Well greeting card

- Okabashi slides (coral)

- RawSugar Sugar Scrub (Pineapple + Maqui Berry + Coconut)

- Scünci 2-pcs Scrunchies (blue tie-dye + blue paisley)

- Scünci 1-pc Scrunchie (orange + peach tie dye)

- Kitsch satin pillowcase (Aura)

- Weleda Skin Food Light Nourishing Cream

- CeraVe Skin Renewing Night Cream

Dick's Sporting Goods:

- Nike crewneck logo sweatshirt (white)

- 47 Giants pullover hoodie (gray)

- Stanley H2O Quencher H2.0 Tumbler - 40 oz (rose gold)

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (lavender)

- North Face crewneck pullover sweatshirt (marine blue)

- 47 Sacramento Kings long-sleeve graphic t-shirt

- Nike Hydrastrong one-piece swim suit (black)

-  Hydroflask lunch box

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (guava pink)

- Stanley H2O Quencher H2.0 Tumbler - 40 oz (gray)

- The North Face Pride tote bag

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (beige)

- Stanley 30 oz. Ice Flow Tumbler with Flip Straw (Lavender)

- 2 Adidas hats (blue & pastel green)

- Calia foam slides (gray)

- Body Glide Foot Glide Stick

- SKLZ Targeted Massage Ball

Hobby Lobby:

- Metal Earth 1908 Ford Model T Steel Model Kit (for Dad)

- Metal Earth 1965 Ford Mustang Steel Model Kit (for Dad)

- GellyRoll Moonlight Gel Pen set (10 pcs)

- Perler Clear Pegboards (5 pcs.)

- Perler 6000 beads bag

- Dumbo applique patch

- Winnie the Pooh Iron-On Patch Set

- Peanuts Iron-On patch

- Fabric remnant (black + white dogs)

Hollister:

- Matisse graphic t-shirt

- Sunset tie-dye hoodie

Home Goods:

- Porter 2-pcs Silicone Bags

- Eco Seroa Set of 20 Reusable Kitchen Towels

- OXO Steel Pop Container - 2.1 qt

- OXO Steel Pop Container - 0.2 qt

- Progressive silicone microwave turntable protector

J.C. Penney:

- 2 pairs Adidas tennis shoes

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (gray)

- Wrangler High Rise Vintage 3" Shorts (black)

- Wrangler Roll Shorts

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts

- 4 Levi's graphic t-shirts (black, navy, orange, lime green)

- Wrangler crop graphic t-shirt (pale yellow)

- Wrangler graphic t-shirt (gray)

- ANA 1/2 button down tunic blouse (army green)

- Puma DryCell athletic shorts

- Levi's 711 Skinny jeans

- Wrangler High Rise Rodeo Straight Crop jeans

- 3 Levi's t-shirts (2 white / 1 blue)

- Wrangler t-shirt (rust)

- Levi's 501 Original jeans (gray)

- Rebok leggings

- Rebok sports bra

- ANA short sleeve t-shirt

Lowe's:

- Style Selections Plastic Soap Dish

- Yardsmith Hand Tool Weeder (** for Mom **)

- 2 packs of weed whacker "string"

Macy's:

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (blue + white stripes)

- Calvin Klein Performance quarter zip hoodie (gray)

- Levi's cropped peasant blouse (cream)

- Levi's graphic crewneck sweatshirt (navy)

- Levi's High Rise Mom Jean Shorts

- And Now This bodysuit (black)

- Rebok full-zip hoodie (tangerine)

- Levi's High Rise Mom Jeans (distressed)

- Levi's white button down linen short sleeve shirt

- Levi's ribbed t-shirt (pink + white stripes)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (periwinkle)

- Jenni short pajama set (chambray)

- Ralph Lauren terry cloth bathrobe (white)

- Ralph Lauren light bathrobe (gray)

- Levi's Ex-Boyfriend Trucker Jacket (cream)

- Levi's ribbed scoop-neck crop t-shirt (blue, yellow, lime green)

- And Now This bodysuit (cream)

- Ralph Lauren light bathrobe (navy)

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (gray w/white stripes)

- Levi's 501 Shorts (medium blue denim)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (cream)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (olive)

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts (light blue)

- Levi's corduroy jacket w/sherpa collar

- Rebok full-zip sweatshirt (lavender)

- Ralph Lauren button-down sleep shirt (blue + white stripes)

- Short-sleeve + shorts pajama set (flowers + smiley faces)

- Levi's 501 Skinny jeans

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (*** For Mom! ** pink + blue paisley - size M)

- Ralph Lauren button-down sleep shirt (pink + white stripes)

- Levi's ribbed scoop-neck shirt (blue + white stripes)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (pea green)

- Calvin Klein Performance ribbed v-neck long sleeve shirt (gray)

- Columbia microfleece full zip sweater (hot pink)

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (navy blue + white polka dots - capri bottoms)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (salmon)

- Levi's flannel button-down shirt (brown, black + white)

- Columbia full zip fleece sweater

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (blue + white paisley)

- 2 Wacoal bras

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (pink + blue paisley)

- Levi's ribbed button-down t-shirt

- Levi's flannel button down shirt

Michael's Crafts

- Scotch Thermal Laminator

Target:

- EOS Shea Better 24H Moisture Body Lotion (Vanilla Cashmere)

- E.L.F. Luminous Putty Primer

- Bananagrams game

- Brita Elite 10 Cup water filtration pitcher

- Byoma Balancing Face Mist

- Byoma Melting Balm Cleanser

- Mielle Rosemary Mint Strengthening Hair Masque

- TruSkin Vitamin C Super Serum +

- Rowenta X-Cel Steam Easy garment steamer

- TruSkin Vitamin C Facial Serum

- Threshold recycled glass soap dish

- Good Chemistry Magnolia Violet perfume

- E.L.F Luminous Putty Primer

- ColourPop Feather Effect Styling Wax

- ColourPop Feather Effect Brow Brush

- OXO 3-Piece Suction Bath Set

- C4 Ultimate Pre-Workout (Icy Blue Razz)

- Keurig Descale & Cleanse Starter Kit

- Squatty Potty Bamboo Flip stool

- Peds Mid Cut socks (6 pack)

- Pacifica Indian Coconut Nectar perfume

- Hero Rescue Balm

- Pixi On-the-Glow Bronze (Rich Glow)

- Pixi On-the-Glow Blush (Juicy)

- Pixi On-the-Glow Blush (Ruby)

- Revlon Oil Absorbing Roller

- Revlon Facial Roller Refill

- EcoTools Body Gua Sha

- OXO 3-Piece Bath Suction Set

- OXO Hair Catch Drain Protector

- OXO 7-Piece Clip Set

Ulta:

- Philosophy Amazing Grace Eau de Parfum

- Philosophy Amazing Grace Shampoo, Bath & Shower Gel

- Mario Badescu Facial Spray with Aloe, Herbs and Rosewater

- Hero Force Shield Superfood Serum Stick

- Bumble & Bumble BB Bond-Building Repair Oil Serum

- Bumble & Bumble BB Hairdresser's Invisible Oil

- Fur Oil (2.5 FL oz.)

- Drunk Elephant Lippe Balm

- Mario Badescu Drying Lotion

- Briogeo Farewell Frizz Smoothing Shampoo

- Lanolips Lip Water

- Bumble & Bumble Bb Hairdresser's Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protective Primer

- Cosrx Advanced Snail Peptide Eye Cream

- Drunk Elephant C-Tango Multivitamin Eye Cream

- Lanolips Glossybalms (Berry)

Walgreen's:

- Aveeno Eczema Therapy Rescue Relief Treatment Gel Cream

- Microban 24 Hour Sanitizing Spray (Citrus Scent)

- CeraVe Healing Ointment (5 oz.)

- Shea Moisture 100% Pure Jamaican Black Castor Oil

- Billie Razor Dream Pop Starter Kit

- Billie Razor Malibu travel razor case

- Differin Dark Spot Correcting Serum

- La Roche-Posay Toleriane Double Repair Matte Moisturizer

- Kristin Ess Weightless Hydration Daily Scalp + Hair Mask

- Olay Hyaluronic Nourishing + Hydrating Body Lotion

- CoverGirl Color Correcting Serum Moisturizer Primer (Redness Neutralizer)

- Essie Hard To Resist Advanced nail strengthener

- Essie Speed-Setter top coat

- The Honest Co. Gently Nourishing Bubble Bath (Sweet Almond)

- Olly Extra Strength Sleep gummies (70-count)

- Scünci 5-Pcs Headwraps

- Dr. Bronner's Lavender Organic Hand Sanitizer

- G2 Limited Edition Mineral Art Premium Gel Roller pens (4-count)

- Aveno Daily Moisturizing Body Oil Mist

- Gimme Thick Hair bands (6 pcs - black)

- The Original Make Up Eraser 7- Day Set (black)

- Shea Moisture Pink Himalayan Salt Relaxing Bar Soap

- Goli Ashwaganda Gummies

- Scünci 5-piece headwraps

VS Pink:

- Embroidered Logo crewneck pullover sweatshirt

- Logo full zip sweater (pink)

- Logo full zip sweater (cream)

- Flared yoga pants w/fold-over waistband

-  Black leggings

- Short pajama set

Total: 245 items

[whumpookies]

day 2: Comfort: Decorating cookies

(Murdock mysteries, shrek, halka, arka sokaklar, miss doubtfire, fresh prince, muppets)

[slaughter-books]

Day 25: JOMPBPC: Borrowed

I don't have anything that fits this prompt, so I took a photo of this beautiful graphic novel series! 💚💞🩵

[meatcumputer]

[benschwartzcinematicuniverse]

*exhales breath I didn’t know I was holding*

Okay I am back and hb is home from camp. Things are right in the world. Well, right in my house. World’s still effed. Enjoy this photo I swiped from Papa Schwartz. Double strike!

[random-jot]

Something Blue: Afterlife

An anime-inspired 'opening sequence' for my original comic 'Something Blue,’ which you can read for free right here on tumblr!

Song: Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold

[miunshxne]

orange 23 – fernando gomez

[mejcinta]

"It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought. "To our mothers and fathers and those before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us. And one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our stead."

[hotgirllyfter]

M!chaels haul

[booksandrandomfandoms]

JOMP day 25

Borrowed

The audiobooks I currently have from the library

Currently reading we could be heroes, and thinking of going to how lucky next, and then four found dead