By Disenchantment. In the heart of Spertgrow’s sprawling megalopolis lived our protagonist, Kevin Wankowski. A humble lad, he was as ordinary as they come; glasses perched precariously on his nose, hair unruly as a hedgehog’s quills, and a penchant for numbers that made him forget even the most mundane tasks were impossible without first calculating them. Unpopularity had been his constant companion since kindergarten when he’d tripped over his feet while attempting to dribble a basketball. His classmates laughed then,

By Kirbean. I hesitated to write about this because it brings up many mixed emotions. It was a hot but humiliating formative sexual experience. When I was 18 and about to go away to college, I visited my doctor for a physical exam. I had seen Dr. Harvey since I was about five years old. He was probably in his 70s back then. As much as I hated doctor visits, especially physical exams requiring me to get naked, Dr. Harvey