#private label body products

[fairygene]

Private label cosmetics in USA, also referred to as non-public logo cosmetics, seek advice from merchandise manufactured by using one organization however marketed below another enterprise's logo call. The surge in recognition of this business model within the USA is mostly because of two main elements - increased customer demand for various

[goodnessofnaturein]

The Goodness of Nature: Unlocking the Beauty of White Label Body Products

Introduction

In today's fast-paced world, consumers are increasingly seeking products that are not only effective but also environmentally conscious and sustainable. This shift in consumer preferences has led to the rise of white label body products and private label cosmetics. These products allow brands to harness the goodness of nature and provide their customers with high-quality beauty solutions, all while reducing their environmental footprint. In this article, we will explore the advantages of white label body products and private label cosmetics with low minimum order quantities (MOQs), and how cosmetic brands can benefit from working with private label manufacturers located nearby.

The Rise of White Label Body Products

White label body products refer to cosmetics and personal care items that are produced by one company and then labeled and sold by another under their own brand name. These products are usually manufactured with natural and eco-friendly ingredients, making them a perfect choice for beauty brands aiming to cater to the growing demand for environmentally conscious products.

One of the key benefits of white label body products is the wide range of product options available. Brands can choose from various skincare, haircare, and beauty items, ensuring that they can provide a comprehensive product lineup to their customers. Moreover, these products can be customized to match the brand's unique identity and values, allowing for a more personalized and on-brand experience for consumers.

Private Label Cosmetics with Low MOQ

The minimum order quantity (MOQ) can often be a significant hurdle for small and emerging beauty brands. Fortunately, private label manufacturers have responded to this challenge by offering low MOQ options. This flexibility allows cosmetic brands to experiment with different products and formulations, reducing the risk associated with large production runs.

Private label cosmetics with low MOQ also enable brands to respond swiftly to changing market trends and customer demands. This agility in product development and introduction allows businesses to stay competitive and adapt to new opportunities in the beauty industry.

Cosmetic Brands That Use Private Label Manufacturers

Many well-known cosmetic brands have recognized the advantages of working with private label manufacturers for their product lines. This includes both established brands and emerging startups that are looking to make a name for themselves in the beauty industry. By partnering with private label manufacturers, these brands can focus on what they do best – marketing, branding, and customer engagement – while relying on experts to develop and produce top-quality beauty products.

Beauty Manufacturers Near Me

Having a private label manufacturer nearby can be a game-changer for cosmetic brands. The proximity ensures faster communication, product development, and delivery times. It allows brands to have more control over their production processes and build stronger relationships with their manufacturers.

Additionally, working with local manufacturers can have positive implications for sustainability. Reduced transportation distances and emissions contribute to a brand's eco-friendly image, aligning with the increasing consumer demand for environmentally responsible products.

Conclusion

In a world where consumers are seeking eco-friendly and sustainable beauty solutions, white label body products and private label cosmetics with low MOQs have emerged as powerful tools for cosmetic brands. By partnering with private label manufacturers, brands can tap into the goodness of nature while providing high-quality beauty products to their customers. The advantages of these products extend to customization, agility, and sustainability, making them an attractive choice for any cosmetic brand looking to stand out in the industry.

As the beauty industry continues to evolve, more cosmetic brands are likely to recognize the potential of white label and private label solutions. Embracing the goodness of nature and environmentally responsible practices will not only satisfy the demands of eco-conscious consumers but also position brands for long-term success in a changing market.

[hello-nichya-here]

So I've asked you this in private, but I thought the rest of your followers should see this as your thoughts are quite entertaining.

What is your opinion on the idea of stuff like this being the only acceptable method of pornography?

*cracks knuckles* Let's get the easiest part out of the way first.

Saying Something Is "Female-Friendly" Is Just Marketing

I'm sorry (not really) to be the one to state the obvious, but at best labeling any kind of pornography as "female friendly" means "most of the people that enjoy this are women" - which is very different from saying "ALL women are into this" or "No guys are ever into this." It's the good old "this cartoon is for boys, that one is for girls."

It's not a radical statement, it's not revolutionary, and it is at best a morally neutral mention of a random statistic that is being used to find the best demography to advertise to and at worst just pointlessly trying to force people into boxes with that they are/are not allowed to enjoy based on their gender.

Don't believe me? Well, too bad because this image you're seeing is literally part of a facebook ad for a porn site. The name of the site and of the artist they were working with can be seen at the top in the uncut version. Like I said, it doesn't matter how "radical" these claims of "this product is made for/by X minority group" pretend to be, at the end of the day it's just marketing.

"Oh, but people obviously support the message it's sending anyway!" True... but that message is at best filled with poor word choices, and full on terrible at worst.

Consent - Important In Real Life, Meaningless In Fantasy

In the context of this being an ad for a porno site, I think it's safe to say "Consent-based" is just a way of assuring viewers that every actress was fully consenting to every sexual act and was not pressured into anything in any way, which is the bare minimum.

HOWEVER, I've seen plenty of people misunderstand or flat out lie about the "consent-based porn" term means. Like I explained, it is meant to be about the ACTORS consenting - but their "characters" don't need to consent to anything because they are not real. A hardcore CNC fantasy with the actress pretending she doesn't want the sex/is not enjoying it while her co-star pretends to force themselves on her is STILL consent-based if the actress playing the victim role can stop the scene for literally any reason and even walk out completely if that's what she wants.

Unfortunatelly, because kink-shaming is still very much a thing, people act like that is crossing a line and totally counts as legitimate assault - even in videos that the actors before AND after the scene mention how excited they are, how great it was, openly discuss their kinks, etc.

Nobody needs to watch something so extreme if they don't want to, but I have a serious problem with people saying stuff like that shouldn't ever happen. If the people involved in the role-play are doing it WILLINGLY and can back down at any moment, then it isn't in anyway immoral.

Sexual Attraction Is NOT The Same As Respect/Acceptance

Once again, I'm sorry (not really) to be the one who has to tell you guys this, but "representation" in porn is meaningless because:

1 - It doesn't matter how many porn videos there are of any minority group - each individual person picking something to watch will only click on the ones that show people with the body-types and genders they are attracted to, doing stuff they personally find appealing.

2 - "This kind of porn is popular" does not in anyway translate to "this is what society deems morally acceptable". A ton of homophobes LOVE lesbian porn. My country, Brazil, has always had porn with trans people and crossdressers as one of THE most popular trends - yet we are also the country that commits hate crimes against them the most, even when compared to places where being trans or crossdressing is literally a crime that earns you an authomatic death sentence. Incest porn has been obscenely popular everywhere for decades yet most people STILL find the thought of real-life incest absoutely repulsive.

3 - "I am not usually/ever attracted to people of group X" doesn't authomatically mean "I HATE people of group X." Just cause I like red-heads and brunettes, doesn't mean I'll be commiting hate crimes against blondes. If that was how things worked, sex-repulsed asexuals would hate literally all of humanity.

Wanting porn to be inclusive is utterly pointless because sexual attraction is 100% morally neutral. Which brings us to...

What Even Counts As "Objectification"?

Once again, if by "Don't objectify people" we are talking about how "Just because you hired this person to star in a porno, it doesn't mean you can just ignore their consent, comfort and safety for the sake of your fetish" then yeah, that's the bare minimum.

However, if you're saying "don't objectify people" as a way to say "Don't make the video too graphic/obscene/kinky" then we absolutely have a problem here because, my guy, it's porn. It is all about letting us see hot people looking slutty and fucking in great, explict detail.

"Oh, but these sexual acts are humiliating and gross!" To you, maybe. But not to the actors that are very willing to do it. I've had some of my fetishes be called both deeply disturbing and gross AND the most vanilla shit ever. That kind of stuff is 100% subjective, and the only people who can say "I felt disrespected/unsafe/abused" are the actors themselves. Once again, if THEY consented, there's nothing wrong with it regardless of it appealing to you or not.

"Oh, but we'd be wasting an opportunity to educate people/give X group more representation"

If I ever click on a porno and there's a two minute intro with the actors, both belonging to some minority group, talking about how one of them is also historian and the other is a astronomer, I will STILL only care about seeing them fuck even though I love both history and astronomy - not because I don't think they can't possibly know what they're talking about since they are sex workers or because of some kind of bigotry, but because, surprise surprise, I only check out porn sites for the porn. That's what EVERYONE does.

Hell, bad porn can be used to educate people. 50 Shades is awful and a ton of ignorant people think it is 100% accurate to how BDSM actually works. However, this has led to entire groups of people who are actually kinky to discuss REAL BDSM with vanilla people and educate them on how it can be a great thing. And, of course, there's people that enjoy those shitty novels/movies but KNOW they are not accurate representiation of BDSM because they are aware that PORN IS JUST FANTASY, NOT A GUIDE TO HOW SEX SHOULD WORK!

"But it's so shallow to focus only on these people's looks and know literally nothing else about them!"

Yes, and? Being "shallow" isn't always bad, and feeling attracted to someone solely for their looks is not a crime.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a goddamn fanfic writer and I was once the classic "teenager that totally thinks she'd have a chance with that famous rockstar that is old enough to be her dad", I KNOW that the thought of a real connection (emotional, intelectual, etc) CAN be hot - but there's nothing wrong with "These two people whose names I don't even know look hot, I wanna see them fuck, then I'll go take a nap and never think of them again." These porn stars are not crying themselves to sleep because people whose faces they've never even seen don't know anything about them other than how they look without clothes on.

"Female" Pleasure - Yet ANOTHER Hollow Marketing Term!

Seriously, that last one REALLY irritated me because it's one of those things that tries to sound progressive, but are meaningless at best and downright sexist at worst, because it implies:

1 - There must be a strict separation between "female" pleasure and "male" pleasure. A sexual act cannot possibly be enjoyable for both the guy and the girl, and gender prevents men and women from EVER being into the same thing (as a woman that finds more porn that fits my taste in "male-centered" sites than in most "porn for women" sites, this one gets on my nerves).

2 - Pleasuring one's partner cannot possibly be enjoyable - so, say, a girl cannot possibly enjoying giving her boyfriend head, and vice versa.

3 - Sex is a competition and women NEED to win because "female" pleasure is apparently more moral than "male" pleasure (hence the "ALL porn can and should be 'female' friendly")

4 - ALL women are turned on/turned off by the exact same sexual acts, and the level of pleasure they get is always exactly the same. Preferences are not individual and never change over time. (Seriously, a woman directs a sex scene between two actresses, the editor is a woman, and all the viewers are women - which one will speak for her entire gender and decide what "female" pleasure looks like? You see how silly this sounds?)

Conclusion

Sex and sexuality can never be over-simplified like that, and fantasies are just harmless fun.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

I have been wondering...who gives the children their names? Are the names given by the Mothers of the Farms? Wouldn't it be counter productive? U know with the sentiment that when you name something/one you get attached.

Why not just refer to the children by their IDs? It's not like the children themselves would know that this is fucked up. What with them being raised the way they were.

Copying a chunk of my answer from this post, but Shirai's given us conflicting information on this.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 Q&A)

I default to the bonus comic being the most accurate to simultaneously keep any sisters in HQ from potentially getting attached to the infants by giving them official names and to make the moms more endeared and caring toward the children they named themselves.

(A reward for scoring high on the official site's IQ test, reprinted in The Promised Neverland Art Book World; one of the few times we get to see them with their short sleeves for warmer weather.)

That doesn't mean that all the sisters adhere to that protocol in private, though.

Why not just refer to the children by their IDs? It's not like the children themselves would know that this is fucked up. What with them being raised the way they were.

Maybe for a bit when they've very young, until they learn how to read and start noticing none of the books from the human world address people by numbers.

They already have the identification markers visibly on their necks as opposed to how the other farms place their labels on other body parts that can easily be covered and out of sight, out of mind more often.

(Chapter 27)

Drawing attention to it further would go against one of the two policies of Grace Field that allows them to maintain the veneer of playing house.

[chronal-anomaly]

The Switzerland Rehab Garden, nicknamed The Gardens, was a long term medical rehab facility for extremely private and protected clients. Members of their alum include world leaders, billionaires, and one plucky pilot destined to make history.

Lena was taken to The Gardens once she completed half of her training regimen. Her body was strong and her mind was set; they no longer referred to Lena by her name, but by The Pilot, or The Asset, for those unaware of the project. Another six months of training and she would be embarking on the Slipstream project.

The Gardens, as the name suggested, was a medical center nestled in the mountains, and overlooked both the ocean and a beautifully arranged garden that aimed to "improve the mental and physical recovery of their patients." It was several acres large, with tailored paths and places to sit and enjoy your surroundings.

Lena was booked into a private suite in a private wing, with high level contagion restrictions. This meant a portion of the garden was accessible by her balcony, but she was otherwise cut off from the other patients of the facility. To enter, a full hazmat suit was required. As such, her twenty-four hour guard was stationed outside of the ward doors and along the fence of the garden, to prevent anyone from breaking in - or breaking out.

Her care was handled entirely by Overwatch scientists, doctors, and researchers stationed there. Everyone else was excluded from knowing who resided in the north wing of the Gardens.

The vaccination schedule consisted of 2-4 vaccines a cycle, with 10 cycles. Vaccine schedule was determined by the magnitude of the disease, along with the rate of antibody production. These often came with significant side effects, usually a moderate case of whatever disease they were treating.

Lena was ill for the greater part of six months, body processing the likes of yellowfever, tuberculosis, shigella, and other international and regional viral and bacterial illnesses, both modern and ancient. Her vitals were monitored consistently in a strict quarantined environment.

There were a handful of moments where it did feel like the end, that she would succumb to the burning fever or near-constant exhaustion, but the doctors were well practiced in keeping her alive, at least until the next day. The Pilot left the Gardens approximately 9 months after arriving, labeled as 'one of the most vaccinated people in the world.'

And they worked, for the most part. The few infections she had resulted in recovery in a few weeks, while others from similar time periods succumbed to the illness. In one case, she was the only one left alive when a bout of the flu tore through a rural town she landed in for a few weeks.

Today, those antibodies are still around, still protecting her. Lena very rarely gets ill, but when she does, it can be pretty bad. Lain up in bed for days, ache in her bones, fever borderline deadly, unable to keep anything down or sleep or find much in the way of comfort. Jack and Angela are the only ones who know of this particular issue.

When it gets bad, Lena will often lock herself in her room for days, sweating through sheets and getting food delivered to her room by a medical team. They'll check her vitals, ensure she's not going to die, and give her whatever meds to make her comfortable as possible. It's usually passed in a week, two max, and Jack will typically make excuses for her enough that people don't ask questions.

[ogradyfilm]

Recently Viewed: Creepy

[The following review contains MAJOR SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

With the possible exception of The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then the Bigfoot, Creepy is probably the most accurate title in the history of cinema. That single six-letter adjective describes the pervasively unsettling atmosphere of Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s 2016 psychological thriller elegantly, economically, and succinctly. Like the director’s own Cure, the film finds horror not in shallow jump scares, grotesque gore effects, or supernatural mischief, but rather in something far more chillingly universal: the nuances of human behavior.

To call the movie’s central antagonist a “serial killer” would be an egregious understatement; that label seems too mundane to apply to his insidious modus operandi. He doesn’t merely butcher his victims’ bodies: he infiltrates their lives, erodes their agency and free will, and unravels their interpersonal relationships. Their minds, spirits, and very identities evaporate long before their flesh expires, reducing them to little more than docile, submissive zombies—obedient (albeit unwitting) accomplices to the psychopath’s sadistic crime spree. Most terrifyingly, it isn't particularly difficult to corrupt them; the oppressive, overwhelming burdens of societal norms and cultural conventions have already irreparably weakened their resolve—their tormentor simply needs to discover and exploit their vulnerabilities, gradually chipping away at their brittle defenses until they finally (inevitably) shatter.

The visual style perfectly complements the story’s underlying themes and conflicts. The protagonist, a former police detective haunted by his catastrophic failure to negotiate a hostage situation in the recent past, copes with his physical and mental trauma by burying himself in his new profession as a college lecturer; beneath his façade of passivity and numb contentment, however, he’s clearly eager to atone for his mistakes—making it relatively easy for an ex-colleague to lure him back into the fold with the promise of an especially baffling missing persons case. As the investigation demands more of his attention (indeed, his “purely academic interest” in the disappearances quickly evolves into an all-consuming obsession), his wife begins to feel increasingly neglected and abandoned; despite her valiant efforts to swallow her misgivings and play the role of a dutiful homemaker and productive member of the local community (though the neighbors tend to be either indifferent or outright hostile, consistently rebuffing her attempts to befriend them), her loneliness, alienation, and isolation remain painfully obvious. Consequently, the couple is frequently framed in claustrophobic, symmetrical, fragmented compositions, the space surrounding them externalizing their repressed anxieties, insecurities, and resentments. The camerawork—which is often so subtle that it borders in subliminal—reinforces this sense of emotional inflexibility; these characters are trapped in private purgatories of their own design—and because the editing implements cuts so sparingly, the audience is forced to suffer alongside them through a series of excruciatingly long, uninterrupted takes, ensnaring subject and viewer alike in an inescapable prison of time.

Ultimately, Creepy closely resembles the murderer around whom its plot revolves: it crawls inside your skull and lingers in your subconscious, refusing to grant you a moment of respite. It’s a deliciously disturbing experience; I savored every unnerving image… but having thus feasted on its rich subtext and complex social commentary, I doubt that I’ll revisit it any time soon.

[goodnessofnaturein]

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[sketchfanda]

A Promotional Message From Capsule Corp.

(Use whichever image you want to)

Static flickers on the screen before showing us an office with a familiar female figure with her back to the camera before she turns to show it’s none other than…

“Hi there! This is Bulma, owner, operator, & CEO of Capsule Corp.! If you’re watching this video, you’re well over 18 and confirmed female after having received the persomal and private customer email…” Her face gains a sensual expression as she turns her body around fully to the front and leans close as if looming to whisper conspiratorially to the viewers.

“Well then, let me tell you, have I got a product for you…” making a shush gesture and shooting a wink as she had the camera following her. A slight hum indicating it was some kind of drone. The sway and sashay of her sexy backside was very clear. Her ass jiggling in a juicy, hypnotic manner.

“Now ladies, I'm sure we all tend to have the same issue, don’t we? Major dry spells? Not getting enough action? Single? Dating? Married? And in the case of the latter, just not getting that itch scratched enough? But, obviously we don’t want to cheat on our man. Or girl. We don’t discriminate.”

Then, a red haired woman wearing glasses and a lab coat chimes in. “Well here at capsule Corp., or to be more precise, "Capsule Cocks," our R-rated division is dedicated to providing products in the field of adult entertainment. Geared for yours, hers, & his pleasure…” the woman known as 21 alongside Bulma were followed bt the drone after they went through a set of doors into what seemed to be some sort of research lab. Well, that’s what it said in the label next to the door, but what the camera was displaying right now seemed like Bulma had lead them onto the set of a porn studio!!

The drone filmed a shot of beds, mattresses, counters, futons, and tables that were occupied by naked female bodies. The room filled with sounds of raw, undoubted eroticism. Women of varying age, shape, sizes, human, humanoid and anthro species alike all naked getting pounded by well hung studs. Their asses shaking, their tits bouncing, sweat and juices splashing about as deep throated moans rang out from then. Some women even had themselves getting spit roasted while others got fucked in both their ass and pussy at the same time. Meanwhile, some women were tag teaming a guy; two on one or even three on one. Some horny babes especially took to being the centerpiece of their own gangbangs!! Their moans mixed in harmony with the noises of skin on skin/fur/scales (or what have you) as they rode on or were being drilled by the biggest, thickest, meatiest cocks any woman had likely ever laid eyes on. And the men owning such pleasure inducing, pussy pounding, womb hammering baby makers were all owned by the same guy. A smooth chrome dome head decorated with six dots meant to resemble moxibustion marks along the forehead. Their faces stoic and blank, having a charm all their own. In contrast to their stoic expressions, their eyes were glowing blue with determination. Although they were practically shortstacks, these were no mere boys. These compact and sculpted specimens with the physique of Greek gods were MEN!!

With little to no shame in what she was displaying to the camera, a slight blush appeared on Bulma's face as she turned to look at the viewers. “Oh this? Just quality control testing. A few select employees and lucky clients making sure our product is up to standards and practices…” Bulma sported a grin, catlike in its minx nature as she and 21 walked towards some female employees wearing nothing but lab coats. Lab coats which they didn’t even bother to close properly. The employees were standing over and doing something scientific to someone on the table. The same man that was somehow pleasuring all these women. “Ladies, say hello to Capsule Cocks’ fully automated, articulate, fully functional, top of the line sexual performance synthetic male! An artificial sex doll we’ve codenamed, The Warrior Monk. Isn’t he just quite the specimen?” 21 quipped with a leer. The camera moved to a new angle to give a full body shot of the so-called Warrior Monk (WM) sex doll who was in sleep mode on the table slab. Although his cock was flaccid, it was still easy to indicate the length and girth of his member that resred above his smooth and heavy balls. The camera came closer and the science girls parted to give Bulma & her genius red haired scientific partner room as they hit buttons on a nearby console. The WM cracking his eyes open, with a cool expression on his face as he sat up. His vision locked on Bulma as data was no doubt streaming through his artificial brain. The blue haired CEO and red haired head scientists gasped with sensual delight as they saw his dick stir and rise to full-mast erectness, pulsing and twitching with growing desire. Bulma draped her arms around him, hands caressing his muscles.

“Mmmm, fresh off the production line. Just activated and he’s already getting so horny…of course, the personality will follow so he can emote and all.” Bulma said with eyes full of lust. Then 21 interjected, “But first, we like to make sure his sexual prowess and virility are up to the same standards as his brothers…” Purring, Bulma gave him a kiss in the cheek, then on the lips. Then she found herself gasping as he locked lips with her, making her pant and moan as his hands began groping and caressing her all over. As if he was offended to find her body covered and confined with clothing, depriving him of her in all her nude glory. The CEO breaking the sloppy kiss to moan as he began to squeeze her ass and tits. She called for her partner in crime, 21, to tag in. The glasses wearing babe getting the message as she came over and began to shed her coat. Getting the compact chrome dome’s attention immediately. The bio android purring as her glasses flamed to reflect the lust in her eyes as she kicked off her shoes and reached around to unzip the back of her domino dress. Peeling it off to let it fall and pool around her feet as she now stood nude before the fresh off the line WM, clad in just her arm gloves and her stockings, sensually grinning as she pressed herself against the nude stud and locked lips with him. Moaning as their tongues mashed and danced together in a sloppy dance of spit swapping, as the short king clone now began putting his hands to work on her stunning figure and form. Deep passionate cries escaping her lucious lips as she felt her booty being kneaded like bread dough and her tits squeezed and tweaked.

Bulma shamelessly looked on with burning just and desire,her face flushed with a blush of arousal and ectasy as she looked over her shoulder at the drone camera. Hooking the hem of her dress as she began to peel it off,exposing the fact she was completely commando underneath it. “Mmm,as you can see,these little guys are quick to respond and act towards any immediate sexual affection. Soon as they pick up the hint you need some of that sweet sweet loving, they don’t waste time in getting all up over you…” the bombshell genius quipped, shooting a sensual wink and a smile as she swayed her backside. Making her ass jiggle as she gave it a quick slap,standing clad only in her bandana scarf and high heels. All the while 21 was now squatting in the floor, fingers plunging shamelessly into her pussy as her juices rained down on the floor to make a growing puddle. All the while she was blowing and sucking on the Warrior Monk’s cock,glowing link hearts visible in her eyes as she bobbed her head like a lewd metronome,taking delight in the shortstack clone’s hand grasping her glorious mane of hair as he bucked and pumped his hips to meet her powerful,thirsty blowjob. Her free hand massaging his heavy,smooth swaying balls.

Bulma of course was moaning as she played with herself while continuing to watch on at this lewd display of sloppy oral sex. Licking her lips as her hands moved between squeezing her tits and probing her slit, thighs glistening as nectar flowed. “And once your warrior monk gets in the zone,it’s not long before the fun really begins. Aaahn,their data and knowledge expands with every bit of experience….making them capable of being sex machines,literally and figuratively and…and..excuse me a moment…” the Capsule corp heiress ceased her sales pitch,unable to keep her desires at bay as turned the Krillin clone’s head towards her,pressing her lips to his as they made out,tongues dancing as 21 continued to deepthroat that fuckrod, glowing pink hearts in her eyes as her neck bulged with his girth and length. The warrior monk finding himself being nudged to lay flat on his back as Bulma broke their sloppy kiss,a spiderweb trail of saliva between them as the drone camera flickered with a brief glitch of static.

The picture returned to now display a scene no porno could ever match in terms of quality and passionate energy,as Bulma sat her juicy booty on the sex doll clone’s face. His smooth bald head trapped between her thighs as she squirmed and moaned, feeling him eat out her pussy as his tongue probed and prodded away. While 21 was straddling his waist,shamelessly plungin her pussy down onto his length. Riding him cowgirl style,as her and bulma’s tits and asses bounced and jiggled,their skin glistening with sweat. Deepthroated cries and howls of erotic passion ectasy pouring forth from their lucious lips as the girls in lab coats touched themselves with little to no sense of shame or inhibition. “Aaahn!! Oh god! As You can see,this little guy doesn’t just have size and knows how to use it,but they’re more than capable of going at it for as long as you need! Stamina,staying power and able to handle more than one woman at once! ooh right there! Oh Kri-“ whatever Bulma was about to say was cut off as 21 leaned close kiss her. Their lips locking as they shamelessly mashed their tongues together as if trying to devour one another with their raw passion and desire. The drone camera flicked and glitched static again to now show the Warrior Monk kneeling in his slab bed as he hammered and pounded Bulma doggystyle. His big heavy balls smacking her clit as her juices splashed and her meaty ass jiggled jiggled with every impact of powerful pelvis jackhammering away. The aquamarine haired egghead pressing her mouth against 21’s pussy as she ate the bio android out. The employees from before having abandoned their already fickle professionalism to find their own warrior monks to enjoy,adding themselves to any pair of trios or orgies continuing around the workshop. 21 looking at her camera,her expression one of mind numbing,brain melting pleasure.

“Ahn!! That’s all we have time for,this quality control test is going to need some thorough! Ooh yes! Hands on care and examination! But if this isn’t enough to whet your appetites, have a look at our video review submissions from some of our…very satisfied customers!! Aahn come here stud muffin!!” The brunette cried,her skin becoming cotton candy pink,a tail springing forth as her hair turned Snow White,the sclera of her blue eyes going from white to black as she pulled the pistoning clone towards her to kiss him. A muffled moan coming rom Bulma as she felt the full body mobile sex doll bring an orgasm out of her. Feeling him blow his load as pink hearts flowed in her eyes,21 shuddering as her own orgasm came forth. Nectar flowing into the Briefs bombshell’s eager exploding tongue as she drank and lapped up the candy flavoured treat. The drone briefly flickered between this scene and numerous bits and pieces of action happening around the Warrior Monk production room before glitching to static once more.

The drone camera seemed to be back up and running in action,recording away as the insanely seemingly eternally young mother of nulma,Panchy came into view. Her stunning figure on display in an outrageously sexy leopard print two piece swimsuit. “Is this thing on?” The dirty blonde quipped,the camera showing a view of an indoor luxury swimming pool. “Oh wonderful! On cuties,got to make sure this review is just what Bulma needs for her website..” she quipped,as a group of six warrior monks came onto the scene. Their faces cool and focused,a dim blue glow in their eyes as their Adonis physiques were in full display. Along with tight speedo things displaying their bulging crotches as panchy licked her lips. “Ooh my,you boys been waiting a while haven’t you?” The cheeky milf teased,leaning towards the camer as she cupped and jiggled her bosom. Kneeling on the cool tiled floor as the six compact studs pulled down their things to whip out their rock hard cocks,two of which she grasped and began to stroke. “Let mama kiss it all better….” A sensual whisper escaped her lips,before the camera flicked glitched to static once more.

(to be continued?!!)

[agena87]

Roxanne Kennedy for @naeices's A Toast In Tartosa BC

Age: 24 Aspiration: Musical genius Traits: gloomy, music lover, creative Fame level: Rising star (lvl 2) - good reputation Gender/sexuality: cis-female (she/her), straight (bi-curious though)

Likes: black, alternative music, blues, metal, emotional decison-makers, pet enthusiasts, discussing interests, arguments, rocker fashion, guitar, painting, piano, singing, body hair, jewellery, piercings, tattoos, green eyes, black hair, brown hair, beards Dislikes: orange, ranch music, winter holiday music, egotistical sims, ambitionless sims, gossip, country fashion, baking, cooking, fishing, mischief, grey hair, no facial hair, bald sims Skills: charisma (lvl 6), guitar (lvl 9), painting (lvl 4), piano (lvl 7), singing (lvl 9), media production (lvl 2), entrepreneur (lvl 2), writing (lvl 6)

Bio: It's fair to say that life hasn't always been good to Roxanne. Born to a single teen mother, Roxanne was left to her own device from early childhood. She discovered music around the age of six when her grandfather gifted her a guitar for Winterfest. At age seventeen, she left home and went to Del Sol Valley with the dream of becoming a professional singer/songwriter. After only a few months, she managed to get a contract with Thorne Bailey's label, Dinky Beats, after she released only one song. Now living her dream, she thought that it was time to think of her romantic life, so when she saw the ad looking for contestant for Ravi Nitin's Bachelor Challenge, she saw her chance.

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Private DL if chosen

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All outfits under the cut

[thevitaminz]

From aspiration to deception

In today's digital age, it has become all too common for brands — both companies and celebrities — to visually alter their advertising campaigns and marketing content. A striking example is Kim Kardashian, the media and business mogul, who has admitted to hiring a private paparazzo since 2019 to take and edit photos of her at public events. This trend extends beyond marketing campaigns and magazine covers; it's now common for pictures of celebrities out and about to be altered as well. The widespread accessibility of editing tools, combined with their saturation across social media channels, is perpetuating an unrealistic beauty standard that profoundly affects the minds of young audiences. According to a 2021 survey of 200 teens ages 13 to 21 conducted by ParentsTogether, an organization focused on supporting families, young people who use beauty filters weekly are more likely to want to have cosmetic surgery and to alter their skin color. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the survey found that the more time teens spent on social media, the more likely they were to report being dissatisfied with how they look. This is particularly dangerous as we come to terms with the emergence of AI-generated images and deepfakes.

It's crucial to recognize the difference between selling aspiration and promoting an unobtainable fantasy that borders on false advertising and fraud. In 2017, France passed a national law that required labels for digitally altered photos of models, mandating that any commercial image that has been digitally altered to make a model's silhouette "narrower or wider" must bear a declaration stating it had been "retouched." Similar measures should be applied in the U.S., particularly when it comes to social media posts. Just as social media channels now include grayed-out disclaimers with trigger warnings and additional context, posts featuring edited images should come with clear disclaimers indicating the potential doctoring of facial and body features. Implementing such disclaimers would help raise awareness about the prevalence of edited images and encourage more critical thinking among social media users.

Amidst this toxic culture of editing, Aerie has emerged as a trailblazer in promoting authentic and inclusive beauty standards. Since the mid-2010s, the brand has fearlessly embraced an unfiltered approach to its campaigns, showcasing its products on a diverse range of models with realistic body types. The AerieREAL campaign, which spans social media, advertising, influencer marketing, and beyond, is a testament to the brand's unwavering commitment to promoting body positivity and empowering women. The campaign's success is evident not only in its widespread acclaim but also in its tangible impact on Aerie's bottom line: since its launch in 2014, the brand has surpassed a billion dollars in sales, proving that authenticity resonates deeply with consumers. Over the years, the REAL campaign has evolved to encompass user-generated content, brand voices, and powerful initiatives. The brand has extended its messaging to the introduction of the "Real Good" line, offering comfortable and casual clothing and underwear that prioritize real comfort for real bodies. By seamlessly integrating the AerieREAL ethos into every facet of its brand identity, Aerie has set a powerful example for the industry, demonstrating that authenticity, inclusivity, and empowerment are not just buzzwords, but the key to building a loyal and inspired customer base.

As brands continue to shape beauty standards and influence young minds, it is imperative that they prioritize authenticity and promote realistic representations of diverse bodies. By implementing transparent disclaimers and embracing unfiltered campaigns, brands can play a vital role in fostering a more inclusive and empowering media landscape.

[player-1]

Throwing in another hot take/theory rant for demon Plant arm Tessla since TriStamp Knives would definitely have had some complications in those 150+ years before the main story. And for some TriMax spoilers below:

-While Knives still has some lingering connections to the Plant network, Tessla could be his "seeing-eye dog" when looking for Plants both thriving or near-death, especially when town/cities apart. Might be easy to connect that to ep. 3 when his knives point directly to the Plant from outside the generator instead of immediately hacking and slashing through the the town to get to it.

-Speaking of the Plant network, while TriStamp labels Plant production in the broad scope of water, heat, electricity and gravity; there exists geo-Plants (Plants that can create biological/plant life), though it mostly happens when a Plant has already died or exhausted all viable energy. TriStamp puts it in the blatant fact that she's still alive in the pickle jar , TriMax presents in an interesting factoid that a Plant's hair goes black when overexterting themselves (which is somewhat shown with Vash's hair slowly turning brown in the Ship 5 arc). Tessla's hair never turned black, even after everything that happened to her (ch. here for your perusal and horror) and the so-called "tumors" that she develops could be some type of mushroom/fungi to ease the stress on her body without going into a Last Run. But to be fair, Plants themselves are pure energy given a physical form and their Gates are their connection that source (in TriStamp/TriMax? logic); Tessla would already be teetering that line between life and "death", storing up an entire wealth of energy and knowledge before and/or during merging with Knives (something something mycelium network). Case in point, hc that Tessla could be Knives' interdimensional radio with the price of living out of pure spite and eldritch vibes.

-As for Tessla being a Plant radio, she would mainly communicate to Knives through different sounds/voices she heard or copied off his memories (either because Knives never heard her voice or that she forgotten). Knives is fine with the inconsistency, but she always has hell to pay if she even attempts to copy Rem's or (older) Vash's voice.

-To fit the older sister role, Tessla would also be a permanent meme machine that Knives (and anyone in their vicinity) has to suffer through whenever she gets particularly feisty or playful. Legato, without fail, would suddenly get bombarded with Blue if she ever gets a second of eye contact with him. Zazie would hear another set of buzzing apart from their Worm network, maybe like a cat purring, but Knives had to put his arm into a chokehold the one time they ask him what kind of Worm a bee is. Livio gets teased with nondescript elevator music since the lights are on but nobody's home. Monev/Rollo becomes the unofficial lap-dog (before going rogue) because Tessla gushes about how much of a good boy he is despite easily crushing Knives like a trash compactor. Elendira learns about a monster made from the folly of an insane “doctor” (ie. Frankenstein), and with enough prodding from her younger brother, lets Tessla teach her how to shoot a Lost Tech nailgun for target practice (using a drawing of Conrad’s face as said-target). Conrad would get a marathon of death threats or the aura of dread whenever he so much as breathes in her general direction; it’s always a coin toss if he gets to privately talk to Knives on their plans or gets mentally trampled by his pseudo-daughter/alien guinea pig.

-And of course, Knives has to bare the brunt of it all every single time it happens; waking him up at May 3rd midnight to demand a cake, sibling-joking him so bad that he actually considers Vash the lesser of two evils, and even if he took all that time and effort to build the Eye of Michael from the ground up (even writing the Bible 2.0) and considers her the "messenger of faith", Tessla would've haggled him so hard to even put her in the book in the first place. And yes, even if they're connected to each other on the mental/physical/memory level, she doesn't know how to read.

Case in point, if Knives could merge but barely control an entire trove of Dependent Plants in TriMax, how the hell are we supposed to expect that he can control one Independent with the same level of ease in TriStamp? Not to mention keeping the one person who killed his older sister alive to become to backbone of the Eye of Michael in the first place...She would've lashed out enough times for the team to notice and realize that Knives was literally holding another monster back by the skin of his teeth. If it somewhat justifies Legato having that oddly specific sleeve-glove thing on only his left hand and Conrad always avoiding Knives' within a 25 ft radius, then I don't what else to say.

[lazyworksinprogress]

on Sunday, I went to an art exhibition in a backroom in Midrand...

one of my friends arranged for us to attend a small showing of the Bark//Please exhibition held at the Backroom SCAM (Studio for Creative Arts in Midrand) and we had an inspirational afternoon. what I expected to be an impersonal hour or so at an underwhelming typical gallery turned out to be something quite different. One of the big reasons for this is the Studio is a backroom that has been converted into a gallery and studio space - I wasn't sure I'd come to the right place when I stood outside what appeared to be someone's house in a residential suburb.

we had made an appointment to view the art which was a concession to the space's capacity limitations that has been turned into a strength. it felt intimate to be guided through in a story in a little group. Lesiba Mabitsela, the gallery owner, presented a lot of information about the barkcloth exhibit and our handful had an interesting discussion touching on fashion, geopolitics, and history for about an hour.

after the appointed hour of barkcloth appreciation, my friend and I sat in Lesiba's backyard and chatted his ears off. We made our way into his storage and work space to get a private view of upcoming projects and made him promise to invite us back whenever the gallery has more events. It felt like making a very special memory to have this kind of experience, particularly in an area that doesn't have a developed commercial art scene.

I linked a bit of information below about the show and its inspirations - the Issey Miyake connection made my heart soft and I told Lesiba about my mother and my shared love of his design philosophy. I put a little section on abaca too because I was reminded of Dolly De Leon wearing Rajo Laurel at the Baftas.

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"The exhibition showcases some early encounters, thought-processes and creative explorations between Ugandan visual artists Sheila Nakitende ( @sheila.nakitende ) and Liz Kobusinge ( @kobusinge ), including South African fashion practitioners Lesiba Mabitsela ( @souvenirs_of_conflict ) and Thabiso Ncanana ( @thabiso.ncanana ) in their explorations of bark, barkcloth and barkcloth papermaking in Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa. The exhibition comprises gifts and process work materialised during the Pan-African Research Residency (2023) that was facilitated by the African Fashion Research Institute (AFRI) ( @afri.digital ) in partnership with Creative Nestlings Foundation ( @creativenestlings ) as part of The Fold, a fashion research initiative supported by the British Council ( @britishcouncil )."

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"Issey Miyake’s essential touchstone has been the concept of making clothing from “a Piece of Cloth.” His process explores the fundamental relationship between the body, the cloth that covers it, and the space and room that is created between these elements, divesting itself of the labels of “East” or “West”. Miyake’s creative process begins by studying a single thread and creating his material, which then leads to new clothing." - IsseyMiyake.com

In 1993, he launched PLEATS PLEASE ISSEY MIYAKE line using the unique “garment pleating” process. The label offered clothing as a product that was easy to wear, to care for and to travel with; practical for all aspects of daily life, comfortable, affordable, and elegant. He continued to pursue avenues through which to create clothing that could suit the needs and lifestyle of a modern woman. - IsseyMiyake.com

[velvetporcelain]

It’s always “woooow,that’s crazy” not, “wow I’m impressed how many rabbit holes you are able to fearlessly jump down 🐇 🕳️

Void. Void. Void. Void. How are you?

If you have nothing to say, I have plenty. I don’t take kindly to the mute. It makes me anxious. I am made for processing. I’m working on the finer details of life, that require nurture and deliberation. Emotions are like delicate flowers. Ones that need an ice cube set on their soil so it can water it slowly. Distributing nutrients and establishing growth.

It is easy to do the big things. It is easy to pour a glass of water onto a dying plant and hope that it will thrive in sunlight.

The day is cold and melting into me like ice. Me being the one who gives it the warmth it needs to settle within me properly. I don’t feel hung up on old emotions today. I know love exists because I exist. I feel present and happy.

These are the days of good, solid growth. The stillness presents grand opportunity and I stay eager and willing to embrace it all. Jumping on ideas yet to be realized. I don’t like feeling stuck in thought, or thoughtless, so I’m always thinking privately. When I smoke cannabis flower it allows those thoughts to spill right from me, and I love that.

I love the way I articulate. I love the way it gives me a challenge. Sometimes it does tend to complicate my relationships because others can be overwhelmed by this process. They may not have the thoughts to articulate because they have never thought in this way.

Today it did not take any effort to get dressed. Which made me happy. I felt beautiful in my long flannel coat. To be honest I have this tendency to think that I always stick out. I don’t know if that is narcissistic or not but, hey.

I feel that my aura has a very vintage hue to it. Immediately making people comfortable with this new aged nostalgic feeling. Drugs are so 1980s. People are getting high off nostalgia now. I believe this one hundred percent. The drugs are just artificial euphoria. Like that Meta world zuck man is trying to create. —> what a left turn that was. 😆✨

But seriously I felt the most me today. I am thinking productivity and powerfully. My mind is not my vice today. I felt beautiful in a natural sense, not in a Hollywood sense. If that makes sense?

How dare Hollywood set the standard for sexualization. Women have this ungodly, unfair disadvantage. We are so sexualized that if we choose to wear the wrong outfit without first considering what this would do to a “man” we are labeled in need of attention. WHAT THE FUCK? lol

This is fucking unacceptable. I refuse to take responsibility of the feelings of a man!!!!! No longer would I ever consider how the clothes I choose to wear make people feel? Maybe I just ignite their fucking insecurities and they could bear to be as free as I am.

I’m not some fuck doll in the flesh. I am creative, intelligent, independent, talented, ambitious, expressive. I am a divine body of god here to birth your fucking bloodline. Asshole. Excuse my feminine rage. 👀😉 excuse my ego.

Fuck all standards because I set the standards. I am the standard. But my standards look very much like the galaxy. Vast and endless. Ever changing. Limitless. Topless. I will not apologize for that. Ever. I have accepted it but, by all means, you certainly do not have to. I get it. And I pray for you.

People barricade themselves from rejection. I am learning to become strong enough to embrace the rejection of other humans. We tend to hide behind what’s trending. Confining ourselves into a small box. Unable to move or stretch our bodies or minds.

Open. The. Lid.

-x

[voraciousvore]

Bucky's (40/44)

***Contains gore!***

Chapter 40: The Monster Returns

Tanya waited a couple of minutes after Leon and Mr. Wolfe left, just in case the CEO had forgotten something and unexpectedly returned. When she was confident they were gone, she emerged from her hiding place and got to work. The private office was disturbingly dark and quiet, with only the steady hum of electronics filling the space. Tanya’s skin was layered with goosebumps, even though she knew she was alone, and the door was locked.��

She circled around to the gigantic keyboard and tapped one of the buttons. The computer screen towering above her came to life, bathing Tanya in harsh blue light as it awakened from its slumber. Fortunately, the computer hadn’t been idle long enough to sign out, so she didn’t have to worry about entering a password. She gazed up at the huge screen, with its plain gray backdrop, and examined the icons to determine where to start her search. 

She hesitated as she looked over the keyboard and mouse. She had seen Candy use office equipment scaled to Giants, but the task wasn’t going to be easy. She braced her hands against the mouse, bigger than her entire body, and pushed it using her weight across the mouse pad. She craned her neck back to glance up at the screen and line up the cursor with one of the icons. She thrust her hands down on the button and clicked on it. A screen came up with a row of files. 

Operating the mouse and straining her neck to look at the screen was tiring, but Tanya soldiered on. She was on a mission, and she didn’t have much time. She didn’t know when Mr. Wolfe would be back. Combing through each file was tedious, especially when the mouse was so large, but Tanya needed to be thorough. She didn’t want to miss anything important, and she seriously doubted the CEO would be dense enough to label an incriminating file “super secret illegal stuff.” She had to comb through everything, searching even the most innocuous folders for critical information. 

Her progress was slow, very slow, as she dragged the mouse across the desk, clicking and scrolling. Most of the files were full of boring, routine, business stuff, metrics and numbers that made Tanya’s eyes glaze over. As she pored over each page, she started to wonder if Leon had been mistaken. There was so much to go through, yet she hadn’t found anything of significance. There was no way she’d be able to look over it all before the two Giants returned. 

Even so, Tanya was determined. She kept picking through the computer files, looking over every spreadsheet, report, and document. And then, just as she was beginning to give up, she found it. An inconspicuous folder tucked away, labelled “promotional mock-ups.” Tanya expected to see images of product labels or advertisements or things of that nature. Instead, she found something quite different. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her what she was looking at. She had struck gold. 

The first page looked like any other profit and loss sheet she had scrolled through, dry and bland and full of numbers. But the numbers represented humans. Humans trafficked from the small side of the city, bought and sold by Big Corp Inc. to send to Bucky. But that wasn’t the least of it. There were invoices showing payouts to politicians, going both to and from Big Corp: clear evidence of bribery and blackmail. Specific names and stipulations were tied to these transactions. 

Tanya pulled up Mr. Wolfe’s email and attached the incriminating files to a new email. She sent it out to every single person in the company. Ronny, Martin, and Leon would be able to broadcast the files to the media and other interested parties as needed. As she browsed through Mr. Wolfe’s other emails, she was shocked to find additional correspondences with his business partners that were blatantly illegal. She forwarded those email chains to everyone else too. She couldn’t believe that the CEO had been so careless, so arrogant that he couldn’t be touched that he made all his dealings in writing. She was satisfied that what she found would be enough to put him away for a long time, along with Bucky and some crooked politicians. 

Meanwhile, Mr. Wolfe, rubbing his belly, strolled into the Big Corp building and got into the elevator to go up to the sixth floor. While he ascended, his cellphone rang. He checked the caller ID and saw it was one of his underlings, a high-ranking executive. He answered with a gruff “What is it?” 

“Mr. Wolfe! What the hell are you doing?” the Giant cried from the other end. “Why are you sending out all these emails?” 

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Mr. Wolfe responded, clueless. 

The man on the other end was frantic. “Shit! This is going to ruin us!” 

“Slow down,” Mr. Wolf commanded. “Tell me what you’re talking about.” 

“It must not be you. Your email account is sending everything to everyone in the company! Records of all of it... the bribes, the blackmail, the human trafficking, tax dodging, all the illegal shit... it’s all gonna come to light! Fuck, we’re in trouble!” 

Mr. Wolfe froze up. He swore explosively and hung up the phone, nearly crushing it in his hand with how angry he was. Somebody had accessed his computer. But how? He gritted his teeth. Leon must’ve had something to do with it. He couldn’t see any other way. He had locked his office after leaving. He frowned and checked his emails on his phone. They were still sending out. Whoever was sending them was still there. Mr. Wolfe clenched his hands into fists. He was going to destroy the traitor when he found him. 

Tanya kept discovering more and more on the computer that shocked and appalled her. The situation was bigger and worse than she ever imagined. She was lost in files, buried, unable to tear herself away from the screen as she continued to send out all the evidence piecemeal. She opened another folder on the computer that supplied information about the pills: their overarching purpose, their specific functions, Giants who had been poisoned and killed in pharmaceutical trials, threatened, coerced into participation. She sent this information along as well. The more the better. 

As she perused a description of how the shrinking pills worked, she was startled by the scraping of a key in the lock. Tanya panicked. She hadn’t expected the CEO to return this soon. She frantically glanced over the extensive surface of the desk, but there wasn’t a decent spot to hide. With only a few seconds of warning, she sidled up to the computer monitor as the door burst open and the Giant businessman stomped in, slamming the door behind him. Giants were usually loud simply by virtue of their grand size, but judging by his disruptive motions, he was enraged. Tanya shuddered, peering cautiously around the side. 

His footsteps thundered towards her and around the desk. Tanya only had a moment to think as she scurried to the other side, keeping the monitor between her and the hulking CEO so he couldn’t see her. He cursed to himself when he looked at the monitor. His hands thumped the desk hard, making the surface shake. Tanya nearly lost her balance at the impact. She blanched and trembled. She didn’t have the chance to close anything out on his screen. All the files she had pulled up were still on full display. He knew somebody had been poking through his personal stuff. He knew somebody was in his office, with the door still locked. He wasn’t stupid. He would figure it out; he would find her. 

Tanya realized she needed to call Ronny to save her, but she was petrified. She feared light or noise from the phone would reveal her presence. She didn’t know what to do; she was paralyzed with fear and indecision. She fumbled to pull Candy’s phone out of her pocket, but her hands were shaking so much she nearly dropped it. She didn’t get a chance to call before the enormous monitor lifted up behind her, exposing her. She squealed with alarm as a Giant hand roughly snatched her up off the desk. 

“YOU! You little rat! This was your doing!” the CEO roared. “I should have never trusted Leon! Dammit!” He rammed his other fist into the desk, making Tanya squeak. His fingers coiled around her tiny body tighter, painfully tight. She struggled to access the phone, but she couldn’t move her hands at all in his grip. The phone was compressed at an awkward angle against her torso. 

“Who are you anyway? You’re not one of my human employees,” the Giant observed. He shot her a seething glare that cut to her core as he regarded her contemptuously. He flopped down in his chair with a huff, raising her up and dangling her between his fingers by her shirt. “You’ve caused a lot of problems, but nothing I can’t handle. I have connections. I can still figure out a way to cover this up.” Tanya’s heart sank. Her plan had failed. She tried to hide the phone from the Giant’s prying eyes and call for help, but of course he noticed right away what she was doing. 

“Give me that,” he grumbled, seizing the miniscule device out of her hands and throwing it on his desk far below. Tanya gulped. He examined her closely, making her squirm with discomfort. “I think I figured it out. You’re that human that escaped from Bucky’s, aren’t you?” He sneered at her. “I’ll be sure to send you back.” 

Tanya failed to maintain her cool at his words. “No! Y-you can’t do that!” she wailed with abject terror. “Please...” She started to cry. She knew how pathetic she must appear to the heartless Giant, but she couldn’t help it. “Don’t send me back... please don’t...” The life she had built up for herself after escaping from that awful place was crumbling before her eyes. She would never see Ronny again. She’d be trapped, eaten again and again until she was unlucky enough to be slaughtered. Her heart couldn’t bear it. 

“You’re lucky I’m already full from the big meal I just ate. Otherwise you’d be my lunch,” Mr. Wolfe scoffed. He patted his belly and a wicked grin cracked open his face. “Your precious little Leon is dead, in my gut. I ate another human too, and it’s been long enough that she’s probably dying too. I can’t feel her moving around much anymore.” Tanya’s eyes drifted down to the vast expanse of his midsection below her. She struggled not to scream. She didn’t want to know who was perishing inside him. 

“Now I just have to decide what I’m going to do with you,” Mr. Wolfe remarked. He shook her with his hand and Tanya cried out. He smirked. “Hmmm... if you don’t want to go back to Bucky’s, I might be able to find a use for you... hmmm... you are quite pretty after all, for a human...” His smirk deepened, and a disturbing glint appeared in his metallic irises as they roved over her body. Tanya felt dread welling up inside her. She could only guess what the deplorable Giant’s intentions were, but the way he was inspecting her made her skin crawl. “I can keep you... perhaps as my pet. My personal assistant. You could indulge my every whim.” He ran his tongue over his teeth. 

Tanya shuddered, and Mr. Wolfe chuckled. He set her down in his roomy palm, playing with her with his massive finger as she shirked away from him. “Yes, yes... I think I like this idea...” 

“I-I don’t belong to you... let me go...” Tanya stammered. She was trying to be assertive, but her quavering voice betrayed her obvious fear. She tried to escape, but Mr. Wolfe easily pinched her shirt and dragged her back to the center of his gargantuan hand. She pulled on her shirt but couldn’t extricate it from his grasp. He chuckled again. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but abruptly a strange expression crossed his face. His hands vibrated and smashed into the desk, displacing Tanya onto the surface. The Giant grabbed his stomach and doubled over with a groan of agony. Then, he exploded, splattering the walls, floor, desk, chair, and Tanya with blood and guts. His torso erupted like a volcano of gore as something huge ruptured out of him with a loud tearing sound, splitting through his flesh and skin. An impossibly large object, smothered with blood, collapsed out of his body onto the floor alongside chunks of meat and bodily fluids. What was left of Mr. Wolfe whimpered in pain before slumping over in the chair. A gaping, leaking hole had been blown out of his torso, shattering his bones and spine and damaging his other organs. There was no recovering from such an injury; he was dead. 

Tanya wiped his blood off her face in shock. She leaned over the side of the desk, careful not to fall off, to gaze down below. The object that had blasted open Mr. Wolfe’s core was none other than a man. Upon closer inspection, Tanya recognized Leon, morphed back to his Giant size, but his whole body was drenched in red so she couldn’t tell if he was hurt. He wasn’t moving; she wasn’t sure if he was dead or just unconscious. She saw a smaller body shifting below, also soaked in scarlet. The human Mr. Wolfe had eaten. She was wracked with sobs, her limbs splayed out at unnatural angles. 

“Oh my goodness! Little Debbie!” Tanya shouted when she discerned who was drowning underneath the mess. 

“H-help me…” she choked. “I… got crushed… I’m… broken…” 

“R-right away!” Tanya stuttered. She raced into action by grabbing Candy’s phone and calling an ambulance. Once emergency services were on their way, she called Ronny. He was relieved to hear she was okay but horrified to hear that Leon might be dead when she briefly explained the situation. He skipped the elevator and sprinted up the stairs instead. When he arrived at the CEO’s office, he was winded. 

“Tanya! Thank God you’re okay!” Ronny proclaimed, snatching her up off the desk. He sacrificed his shirt sleeve to wipe the blood off her tiny form. 

“I’m fine. But Leon…” Tanya whined. Ronny bent down to check on him. 

“He’s still breathing!” he announced. “He’s alive! But how?” 

“I… I think it was the shrinking pill,” Tanya explained. She pointed up at the computer screen, hardly legible through the coating of blood. “According to this, the scientists were experimenting with combining the effects of the human pill and the shrinking pill together in the latest prototype. Mr. Wolfe must’ve failed to realize that Leon could survive his digestive juices when he ate him.” 

“Damn,” Ronny breathed. “Leon got lucky he didn’t chew.” 

Chapter 41

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