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Taking this after I ranted about my annoyance in technology 😂

WELCOME TO THE MIDMONTH GIVEAWAY. FINALLY WE GOT HERE! Whilst we're waiting for the video to be verified let me tell you about the 18 wonderful hoomans who have got themselves this 36 minute video gifted to them. @Chevalier@tazino24@Balfuset@cai man@cacamaca@theblackwizards@machodummy@NorthernWizard@omracer@Oakhouse@2Fat2Furious@Scottishguy94@Prince-nutty@mcdorbandt@imso1234@davbec@laibach2000@jjjjjjj (I can't seem to tag you but I've definitely gifted it to you I have been here just over a month and you all have given me feedback, encouragement, support, love, admiration and all the good stuff - and constructive criticism too. Without you I wouldn't be able to grow.... quite literally!!! I love you all so much!!! Stay fabulous ❤️

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Some photos with the pigtails that I didn't get to post before, might as well post them now.. Better late than never! 😋 _______________ On another note, the weigh in video will be up in a few hours! Have a wonderful day. 😘

Fatty shopping struggles, did you see the new video? Screenshots and gifs for you 🐷 Ps: as requested, a lot of brazilian butt this time, on a quite small pair of panties.

Wanna' see how I got this belly? 😋 Weigh in video is in the works, care to guess my current weight? 🙂

Getting distracted before I shower yet again 🤭😏

I was worried she was losing weight already, but this was reassuring

Former The Voice Brazil contestant gained 35 kg. That´s one of the most impressive weight gains I´ve seen for a while. And she seems to be happy with the gain Before Now

Along with this being this month’s giveaway it’s also to launch my new watermark 🥰 So thank you for being here from the start 🧡

When I look back at old photos; I have to sometimes question whether it's actually me 😂😈🐷

*New Content Awaiting Approval* My 200lbs celebration vid, me, my undies, a little bit of Ludwig Van and a delicious fresh cream chocolate cake. Fancy a tease? *SPOILER* I neglect to use a fork

Karen went to find Diana in the gym, hearing her diligently pumping iron like she wasn't cursed to slow motion dive into obesity. Her heart was beating a little harder than it should have been, clearly having to work harder. And with each breath, a deep breath coming evenly but quickly, came with a strain of too tight armor against burgeoning flesh. Power Girl felt herself drool. She wanted to see how last night's binge had distributed onto the Amazonian Anonymous Addict's tall figure, to see the damage her over exerted flying had done to once steely muscles. To perhaps see the warrior princess struggle with basic exercise. She floated in a daze, going right past Wonder Girl and Super Girl going towards the pool. Cassie's stomach was as stuffed as Karen's, groaning at the sudden influx of greasy breakfast food past the point of satiation and on the border of pain. Before the Demi-God had the body of a medal winning track captain, but after a week or more of Anonymous junk food and a Bacchanalian binge she had the physique of a college freshman cheerleader who'd unknowingly lost the first skirmishes of the battle of the bulge. A tiny red string bikini, made essentially of dental floss, showed every new inch and new ounce: There were no muscles on her now and apart from her overloaded stomach she was fattening up evenly. Her slightly brushing thighs quivered with each step, the jiggle running over the widening layer of fat on her hips, the new infant love handles swallowing the miniscule strings of her bikini. A once perky, only slightly rounded ass was wobbling back and forth, eating her thong with animalistic hunger. Her breasts, between a C and a D now, bounced and quivered in tiny cups that barely covered her nipples. She had Australian cleavage, suddenly heavy and low breasts literally pouring out. It was an equally enticing and embarrassing display, her curves were enticing but the curve of her food baby suggested that they'd rapidly increase and the soft wiggle of her body, from her slightly thicker ankles to a tiny bulge beneath her chin when she looked down, would have made a somewhat more forgiving swimsuit more suggestible. But the side kick and occasional teen Titan was putting everything into acting happy and confident, as if she had no concern of the freshman fifteen that had made its way across her body. She wanted to make her fat look good, to entice the porky Kryptonian next to her to strip down and let go, and to that end was actively pushing out her enormous food baby to increase its size. In contrast, the shorter Supergirl was in a blue one piece that tried to hide her mushy stomach. It failed, because as the measurements of the clothing printer had shown, even empty her pampered gut was a foot bigger than her dainty waist had been before her addiction. Her fupa pushed out at the groin, right above where her squishy thighs almost touched, and the one piece didn't even fit around her gut. She'd shotgunned Breakfast sandwiches in her newly developed nervous eating as she anxiously awaited her new swimsuit to be printed out and her moderately stuffed gut had gained an extra four or five temporary inches from the binge. The blue fabric was stretched near transparent around her stomach, pulling down the neckline and magnifying her new B cups while showing off her meaty love handles on the side, starting to sag over her still mostly narrow hips. She grinned nervously at her floating quasi-family member, showing new dimples on face that was rounding rapidly underneath an unfortunate case of acne and above a full double chin. Kara was quiveringly nervous, near an anxiety attack: she was afraid that someone would point out her unsightly weight gain, terrified that she'd continue losing her powers, angry that she was losing her powers to her new appetite, anxiously hopeful over the chance to slow their decline and ready to faint over her desire to tell Cassie how good the new bounce to her ass looked but too afraid to mention it. Cassie had Kara's hand clenched nervously on her left side, while her right hauled a heavy cooler surely packed with a weekend's worth of soda, snacks and a few smuggled 'light' beers. Anonymous owned most of the breweries now and the average light beer was packed with Poison Ivy-bred chemicals rivaling crack in their addictiveness and over a thousand calories per twelve ounces. Their nerves and chubbiness as they both slowly rolled towards romance was impossibly adorable and normally Karen would have cooed to make that match. But the two might have been invisible to Power Girl, because her super hearing had heard an armored belt be grudgingly let out a notch. Wonder Woman voluntarily letting her belt out? The entire lineup of Victoria's Secret Angels in an eating contest couldn't tear her away from that thought. Karen paused outside the gym, wishing she'd done her hair better or put on make up. Her clothes were alright, Diana had mentioned she liked muscles and the leggings showed muscle and curve very well, but the packed bowling ball of her temporary belly didn't seem exactly fit. Damn, she knew she should have kept to one dozen long johns. As presentable as she could be, stomach ever so slightly tucked in, Power Girl went inside, trying to swagger. Inside, the towering brunette was at a butterfly press, arms pressing the maxed out paddles. Wonder Woman easily moved it, not a surprise, but had a look of intense concentration on her face and her biceps didn't pop like expected, having declined noticeably in tone. That puzzled Karen, the 500 lbs was as effectively heavy as a piece of paper to someone at their level of might. Bar military vehicles and geographic features there were few things on earth that could strain their muscles enough for exercise to matter, one reason PG didn't bother lifting. But surprise was undercut by lust. Diana was wearing her armor and needed a new cuirass knocked out pronto, before someone got hurt. She was soft all over, not a hint of muscle tone to be found. Maybe a new poison in anonymous Arsenal had turned them into fat, maybe the aftershock of her overextended flight had decayed them, but for whatever reason, Diana was soft as butter. Not fat, no, not even chubby. But soft, clearly out of shape, like she'd been desk bound and couch prone for a year. And she'd gone up a cup size, new cleavage mushroomed over her breast plate with every press. The steel groaned against the massed boob flesh arrayed before it and Karen heard leather starting to snap. She barely noticed the delicious muffin too forming beneath it, pushing a ring of bronze belly fat into the gap between armor and skirt, straining against a belt ready to burst. Power Girl opened her mouth to say something as Diana locked eyes on her. Wonder Woman goes first: Eating well, PG? power girl goes first: Making gains there, Di?

Swedish journalist, blogger and very much someone who is body positive. Absolutely gorgeous, too! https://www.instagram.com/lindamariie/?hl=nb https://www.youtube.com/user/LindaMariie

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So sorry it's been a few days between uploads babes ❤️ I was having a small storage crisis on my laptop LOL. I have a cute little video coming for ya'll tomorrow with the very much so requested UPDATED WEIGHT. In the meantime, here's some of my favorite uploads available in my clip store. Comment this post & guess what my updated weight is, and whoever comes closest will get the video for free!

Today my girlfriend landed a job at a large popular theme park in our area. She will be working in the gift shop and starts this Friday. Guess what else? She gets a very hefty discount on all of the food places there, and at some of them she can eat for free! I tried so hard to contain my excitement when she told me about this perk of the job.... I am looking forward to watching her grow out of her work uniform as time goes on. Everything is still going well with her eating. I am making sure to compliment her a lot and very obviously show my attraction to while and after she has eaten a lot. Lately she has been eating until she becomes so stuffed and bloated that she can't help groaning, at least when she's around me. She just may have figured out that it turns me on. 😋

So last night I went out for a snack, got ready and everything. But my feeder happened to show up a bit earlier from work, he offered to take me anywhere in his car... I didn't want to ask much of him because I know he works really hard (as I do) to keep me well fed, including saturdays, so I told him to take me to the nearest McDonald's restaurant. We arrived and he suggested trying out the new Sharebox that McDonald's offers in Peru, which includes 6 onion rings, 4 chicken tenders, 6 cheese fingers, 9 chicken bites, 1 large fries and 2 salsas. I gladly agreed and went on to look for a free spot to sit down while he was ordering... 🤭 When everything was ready, he showed up with a surprise, he had gotten me an extra burger meal exclusive to latin american McDonald's called "McNifica" 🍔, his only condition was that one of the fries orders were for him, I gladly agreed. So much food for me! 😍 The Sharebox was perfect, I ate the entire box content and it's supposed to be for three people. The other burger was delightful as well, and I ended up stealing some extra fries from his as well 🤭. I told him that from that moment I officially declared myself a McDonald's lover. My belly got so stuffed in the end! 🐷 Quite some photos were taken and animated gifs were made from short clips, take a look:

Thanks guys the praise makes it better. A lot of street levels who tried investigating the bakeries are currently working there, having been mind wiped into believing themselves obese, blue color slobs. anyway new chapter: P Power Girl tried to play herself off as cool, calm and in control. But the sight of slightly ruined perfection was driving her too crazy. Diana gave another press and with a pop a crack ran across her breast plate, the metal failing to contain too much nigh invulnerable boobage. Karen blinked, permanently losing a couple IQ points and felt her mouth hang open. Wonder Woman seized the initiative, just as she'd been trained to on her island home. The woman before her had the hard arms of Athena and the runners legs of Artemis, combined with the bust of Aphrodite she was gorgeous, but that she sported the belly of Hera was a bad sign. With her own powers crumbling, Wonder Woman needed someone to rely on and it wouldn't do if Karen got fat and weak like the rest of them. 'Karen, you're looking well fed,' Diana nodded and the Kryptonian felt a bit of shame over her bloat, 'a bit too well fed.' 'Oh yeah, had breakfast before heading over,' Karen said, leaving out the other three breakfasts she'd sucked down as well, 'nothing compared to yesterday though. Say, why don't we go get some lunch together?' 'Are you sure that's a good idea?' Wonder Woman asked with the raise of one perfect eyebrow, 'Preserving your powers would be the strategically wise solution.' 'Pfft, I can take it,' Power Girl shrugged, patting her stomach, 'and if I can't, whatever. We get to make the beast with two chunky backs, eh?' 'Whatever?' Diana said, standing up, letting Karen see just how little muscle tone remained to her runner's thighs, 'I don't think you've grasped the seriousness of the situation. We're gaining weight like no tomorrow and losing powers faster than ice melts in July. Super girl has to squint to see across a room, Star Fire's bolts have gone from cannon shells to pistol rounds in force, Batgirl can barely walk and my powers are barely working! By the time that data is decrypted none of us could have powers.' The Amazon was getting more and more worked up as she talked, chest heaving against her cracking armor. There was sweat on her forehead and as she turned, Karen saw that her once perfect profile was marred by a new belly bulge. Not huge by any means, she was still at a normal BMI, but as the tall brunette spoke Karen realized she had no muscle tone anywhere. She looked completely out of shape! Diana was a warrior called up from peace time work by a bakery. A panther hand fed sweet meats till it lost its graceful gate. A retired model stuffing herself into clothes that no longer fit. 'Your powers aren't working?' Karen asked with real concern, shaking away lust, 'Is that why last night...' 'That last binge at the factory it did something to me, pushed me over some sort of edge. Before I'd been muscle with a little fat over it, but now I'm fat with some muscle under it despite being about the same size. Those gallons of raspberry filling I sucked down, after I digested them my muscle decayed and my fat multiplied,' Diana sighed, 'My powers have always been tied to my physical fitness. Before it did't matter, I was fit but now...' The Amazon made a muscle with her right arm. It bulged, but bulged less than the former resting size of her bicep. For emphasis Diana's other hand grabbed hold of a new softness covering her decayed tricep and wiggled it. 'I am in pathetic shape anymore,' Wonder Woman admitted, 'I can lift these weights easily but I start sweating and getting tired after a few sets. And last night I should have had you fly but I couldn't admit that I'd gotten too weak...too fat.' She sat on a weight bench, arms crossed under even more impressive than normal breasts. Karen followed and put an arm around her. As she did, the Kryptonian marveled at how soft the shoulder she touched was. Diana's lean lethal arms were now pillowy and plump. And how deep the canyon of cleavage was: at least an entire cup size of new fat had found its way to Diana's now heavy looking chest. If things kept up, Power Girl's famous chest soon be the smallest one in the league. 'Hey, I wouldn't have thought any worse of you,' Power girl told her, 'Like I said, I like fat girls...and well, we're all addicts one way or another. I wouldn't think worse of you if some evil wizard or alien warlord used a no-fly Ray on you and I won't think worse of you snacking a lot.' Diana sighed and put a hand on Karen's thigh. The hard muscle on display was a reminder of what she lost and very attractive. Power Girl's warrior physique and feminine curves were catnip to the Amazon. But the stomach bulge was a display of the mission being endangered. 'That's why I wanted to talk to you,' Diana said, 'you have to stop eating like this. You have to stop eating like a fat girl. You have to diet.' 'I'm sorry, but what did you say?' the stuffed alien asked, 'Because it sounded like you said the D word. And that's not a word I want to hear.' Stop over eating? She hadn't stopped over eating since she'd gotten to earth! 'I know you have well, preferences to be heavier,' Diana told her, 'and if this was a more peaceful time I'd let you do that with a smile and a nod. But right now you're the best weapon in an Arsenal where everything else is rusting away. If you can keep your powers up then we have a chance against them. But if you succumb to whatever constantly changing slop Anonymous puts in their poisonous products then we lose. Big time.' 'I get what you're saying but like I said, I'm an addict,' Karen reminded her, patting her gut and then poking the new muffin top separating Diana's breast plate from her belt, 'it hasn't shown on me but I'm as bad as you. Or as Barbara. Hell I probably eat more than any of you!' 'I know, your gluttony has no bounds,' Wonder Woman sighed, tugging at her armor and regretting trying to see if it still fit. Her new figure had plenty of soft bulges in her upper body for armor plates to painfully pinch. 'So case closed, no diet for me,' Power Girl smiled, hoping up, 'Come on, there's a great buffet nearby we can try while Starfire gets lunch ready. I want to see if we can break you out of that armor.' 'Karen...there is a way,' Diana admitted. 'What? What do you mean there's a way?' Power Girl gasped. Damn, someone had cracked the code? Was her fat fetishest holiday about to end prematurely before she'd gotten Wonder Woman so big she needed a scooter? Before she herself at last reached her righteous state of obesity? 'It's simple but it's not replicable,' Diana sighed, picking her lasso out from her belt, 'the perfect can cure any mental issue for a twenty four hour period after its wrapped around someone. This includes addiction to evil junk food.' Karen grimaced and looked at the holy relic like it was poison, 'Then why haven't you used it?' 'I have used it,' Diana sighed, poking a finger into the roll of fat pouring out the side of her armor, 'but I didn't use it fast enough. I couldn't admit I was addicted but once Anonymous found a way to overcome my resistance to gaining weight...well, getting fat is part of who I am now. Now it won't work on me but if I use it on you, it'll break your addiction to Anonymous products. You can eat as much of Starfire's fried junk from the stores here as you want, but your chance to gain weight for a while will be gone.' 'You're not asking for much,' Power Girl grumbled, getting up and pacing, enormous tits and soft food baby bouncing in unison. She knew if the soft-thick Diana asked her anything she'd say yes. There was too much chubby Amazon to pinch and explore otherwise. But not getting fat when she had her chance at last? When she could stuff herself sick at any opportunity and have the chance to finally pork up for real? 'I know this is a sacrifice for you and in exchange, I'll go on a diet with you,' Wonder Woman promised, even as her steel imprisoned stomach gurgled for food. 'You losing weight is the last thing I want,' Power Girl sighed. 'You misunderstand me. I will eat anything you don't. Every meal you skip I will have. Every fattening portion you pass up on will go to me. You can feed me, bind me and fatten me up to your heart's content if you go through with this. We'd agreed before to explore my new body but if you agree to this, you can put as much weight onto me as you want, I'll go along with it cheerfully even though I lose my powers,' Diana told her, slightly afraid to say it, 'if not, well I'll try and gather my own strength. Nothing says the weight I gain has to be all fat does it?' The look on the Amazon's softer face said she was nervous. That PG would accept her offer and Diana's coming expansion would make her previous seem like a starvation March or that she'd decline and the success of the mission would rest on her own crumbling strength. A chance to feed Wonder Woman? That was a once in a life time opportunity to turn the perfect, although soft now, woman into a wheezing hog needing a motorized scooter? How could she resist? Or a chance to maybe bulk herself up instead? The first was a sure thing that would see immediate results, Karen was sure she could have Diana's gut too big for her suit by lunch time tomorrow, the other a possibility in the future. Give than receive: feed Diana, ensure the mission at the cost of wonder woman's power. Be a selfish self feeder, hope Diana can hold onto some strength.

I’ve decided to go ahead and buy some mass gainer to help supplement calories since I can’t seem to keep my numbers up consistently, does anyone have a recommendation for brand/flavor? I’m worried about getting something that will end up tasting chalky or weird

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-6927579/Kelly-Brook-embraces-spring-vibrant-floral-print-jumpsuit-canary-yellow-jacket.htm Either off the diet or using slimfast as a snack between her regular sizeable meals. You can see she hasn't lost weight when the unflattering gym wear comes out. Sexy.

Poor @KittyPiggy 😈

Some caps of Liv mainly. Also got a few of Becky because I'm coming round to the fact she does look pretty hot. Although the fact that she keeps fiddling with her outfit to cover up doesn't bode well for her wearing a more revealing outfit anytime soon. Pt 1.

I know its not what everyone was expecting but considering how its taking me awhile to get more pages done here is an older comic i did a couple of years ago

I don't think body positivity = be fat, it's about accepting that your body doesn't define you, and that you should have the right to feel beautiful at any size. She probably physically feels better slimmer--I know I do. And just because she lost weight doesn't mean she's a normal sized model. She's still a thick girl. See pics. I don't mean to get into an internet fight, I just try to stay aware of our role as FAs in this community. It's just as bad to get on someone's case for losing weight as it is to get on someone's case for gaining weight. We're not in the right just because we have a preference for women leading the body positivity movement. I think using the body positivity movement as a front for your disappointment with someone's transformation is wrong. I'm open to conversation BTW, again I don't mean to fight about this, and recognize I could be totally wrong. I just want to make sure we're being careful and not dismissing someone's role in a really important movement because they're not as fat as they used to be. That's as bad for society as fat shaming.

Hope everyone had a good weekend and has a great week! Happy Monday 😚😋

SO excited to work with and hang out with this amazing beautiful girl! ❤️

Selfie dump part 1:

I made a new version of this one just for you... do I look happy enough 😜

New vid! (Youtube link here) That belly is so big I'd swear she's pregnant, but more likely she's just that fat.

Very cute. Still chubby. I'm in love.

Hi friends! Welcome to my happy lil corner of the interwebz 💜 I've been around forever as a lurker, no face mini-chub, and everything in between until now. I've tried hard to organize this thread but it's just a hot mess. It's a special place for me and I love to connect with you all in here. I love this community and am so thankful for all the support ya'll have given me along the way. 🌸 But yaaaaa I am a Curvage model and I suppose this is the part where I have to use my brain to try and get you part with your hard earned money & buy a few of my clips to see my curvy growing body. Now I could sit here & feed you a load of BS about how I am the greatest and fattest gainer of all time who gains at lightening speed but the truth is that I have gained over 150lbs+ and am actively gaining more. I'm in no rush and just want to enjoy the ride. I am quirky, nerdy, and overall incredibly happy and I'm obsessed with my fans. If clips aren't within your budget - I really do just love to connect with ya'll. Say hi, take a scroll, and stay a while. If that hasn’t twisted your arm I don’t know what will 💖

I have been trying to upload a video for 2 days now....and filming another today. Hope I can get this to work! I just want show people my big fatty belly 🐖🐷

From her Instagram Story

I ate some more! 😍

This pregnancy is by far hotter than Jessica Simpsons in my opinion

Who saw this one coming? What do you think will happen next? I'm pretty curious. I mean, I know what's going to happen next, but you know what I mean hehe Chapter Eighteen It was one thing to tell Emily that I would go with her to cheer practice, it was another thing entirely to actually go. With each step closer to the sports building, the more I feared for my safety. Even if Emily was with me, did that really keep me safe from being called a sexual harasser? Brooke didn’t have to confront us directly; she only needed to complain to the Dean and I would be facing expulsion. Worse, Mary would be at cheer practice too! Anyone could say I was stalking them behind my back, and my life would be over! But maybe – just maybe – if Emily and I stood together and explained to Zoltan what was happening, I might just survive not only this latest excursion, but potentially undermine Mary and Brooke’s reputation enough to put the myth of “Stalker Jason” into doubt. I stared at the gleaming windows of the sports building as the sun splashed its light over its towering breadth. Yes. I had to do this, not just because I wanted to see how my new hex would work, but also for the sake of my honour. Even with all the odds stacked against me, I would persevere and endure. The storm forecasted for today had never come, and if the sun could beat the odds, then so could I – praise the Sun! Such mental pep-talk didn’t stop me from nearly hyperventilating before stepping inside. Some random girl at the reception desk gave me a weird look, but that comforted me. If a new girl was working there, that meant that Emily really was getting ready for cheer practice. “You need something?” she asked suspiciously. “Have you seen my friend Emily?” I asked, approaching the log-in book. “Does she know you’re coming?” “Yes,” I rolled my eyes. “She’s my friend.” “Let me go check,” she moved up from her seat. “Excellent,” I finished signing-in. “You can take me to her!” “No, just wait here…” “I’m going with you,” I said stiffly, quickly losing my patience. “No you’re not.” “Then how about you stay at your desk – like you’re supposed to – and just tell me where my friend is?” “She’s in the locker room! You can’t come!” “Yes I c – you know what? Fine! Just tell her I’m over here.” Fuming at the indecency treated me, I chewed on my teeth, waiting for her to stomp her long legs out of sight. Barely two breaths after her departure, I turned my attention to her desk, seeking some source of food to sabotage with pound bombs. Unfortunately, I had no such luck. Slapping the counter, I cursed my latest misfortune. Oh well; I had lost this skirmish, but the war was about to turn in my favour. Emily entered my field of vision shortly after that, clothed in modest, purple sweats. “Hey Emily,” I said innocently. “Hello,” she pouted, hiding her hands in the pockets of her sweat bottoms. “You alright?” “Yes… well, I’m just frustrated with that girl.” “What did she tell you? Come on, you can tell me as we meet up with the cheer squad. You look pretty good, by the way.” “Thanks – also, come this way. We’re training outside today.” “Right,” I changed direction and steadied my pace to be beside her. “Anyway, what did she do?” “Nothing much, she just called me an idiot for being around you.” “Wow.” “And of course the rest of the cheer squad thought it was hilarious. I just can’t stand them.” “But at least you’re going to be getting on the team finally,” I said as I reached for the exit and held the door for her. “Actually…” she bowed under my arm to step outside, then stopped herself to turn around and face me. “Do you remember when we first met? How I said I never wanted to be on the cheer squad?” “Really? No… my mind was distracted by other things. You don’t look like you don’t want to.” “I do,” Emily nodded, eyes glancing around absentmindedly. “But I did say it. The reason was… I dunno. It’s just, cheerleading is fun and all, but the people doing it – especially Brooke – are all so, so…” “They’re not good people,” I offered helpfully. “Pretty much. I mean, some of them are okay, but the thing is, I’ve never been popular. I’m too shy and all that, but lately I’ve been thinking about it, and if I let other people push me around, I’ll never be able to enjoy life like I want. That’s why I asked you to come with me, so I don’t have to face Brooke and the others all alone.” I almost hugged Emily then and there, but self-doubt and fear stopped me. What if she took it the wrong way? What if she slapped me? What was considered harassment? I didn’t know anymore, so I just stood there, yearning for her. “It’s going to be fine,” I said finally. “How about I sit in the bleachers while you all train on the football field? We can talk to Zoltan when you’re done.” Emily looked at her feet. “Okay.” Minutes later, and I had placed myself in the far corner of the bleachers overlooking the football field. One by one, the cheerleaders came outside to stretch on the track wrapping around the field, each of them looking suspiciously in my direction. Brooke came last, two of her closest friends on either side of her. One of them pointed at me and Brooke’s face distorted itself into a hideous sneer. “It’s all good,” I muttered to myself as I inspected my phone. “You’re over fifty meters away from them; she can’t hurt you. Just hide behind your phone and check the fattening app…” A mere three pounds was all that kept me from hexing Emily. Currently, I had fifty-eight sources of pounds income. Fifty-eight souls all living and breathing as souls will, and any minute now my dues would be paid. In the meantime, Emily and I were in danger. Brooke and her cronies had no trouble finding my shy friend sitting modestly in a butterfly stretch away from the rest of the squad; she was the only one not wearing a cheerleader uniform. I watched them circle behind her, arms folded, berating her with barbed words only she could hear. There was nothing I could do. Mary was walking towards me now; I only noticed when she left the cluster of girls behind. The breath in my lungs stilled, prehistoric survival instincts urging my body to silence. Even so, sitting at the bottom of the bleachers still put me on a raised platform with railings that blocked her path to me. “What are you doing here?” Mary asked as her face approached the railings. I stared at her past the screen of my phone. 2.97 pounds to go. “I’m here with Emily.” “Stop harassing our training.” “Excuse me? I’m on the other side of the field.” Mary threw her hands in frustration. “We don’t want a fucking peeping tom watching us! Leave right now or I’m calling 911.” “You’re going to call 911?” I asked. “We’re in British Columbia, moron. That’s not the police’s number.” “Just go,” Mary glared at me with unbridled rage. Off in the distance, a the shrill pitch of Zoltan’s whistle echoed as she strode onto the field with weighted steps. As one, the cheerleaders ceased their stretching to gather around her, with Emily lagging slightly behind. The sight of Zoltan’s towering bulk dwarfing the girls around her emboldened me, and I suddenly realized that I cared more about Zoltan than I thought. So what if she was a faculty member? Love wasn’t just sexual desire, it was a desire to care for someone, which was exactly what I was about to do – at Mary’s expense. “What, no more sweet talk?” I leaned forward from my sitting position, looking down at her forehead. “Got tired of me shovelling horseshit for you so you can play outside?” “Oh my gawd!” Mary barked, almost beyond words. “I know what you did Mary,” I stood up, now several feet above her. “And I’ll never forget it.” “Stop threatening me!” Mary wailed as loudly as she could. “You fucking psychopath!” Ah. She was going to frame me for picking a fight. My little brother used to do that to me when he was three. Bracing my hands over the railing, I contained the mounting panic within me, and maintained a cool demeanour. “Hey,” I stared at her. “Oh gawd, stop it, stop it, stop it!” “Looks like cheer practice has started,” I pointed at Zoltan. “Maybe you should go do that.” I noted with a sense of growing alarm that Zoltan was fast approaching us. If she took Mary’s side, it was all over, but experience was on my side. As long as I kept calm and composed without looking like a dick, I had a chance. “You think you can do anything you want because you’re a white male that –” “You two,” Zoltan approached like a rolling storm, glaring at us both. The whites of her bulging eyes contrasted completely with her dark complexion. “Separate now. Mary, go run laps around the track with the others. Jason, come with me.” Zoltan turned towards the end of the bleachers, where a gate interrupted the fence ringing the field. As I followed her, I couldn’t help but gawk at the incredible rate that her body had expanded. I still remembered the first time I saw her, how every ounce of her body was coiled muscle, the way she bared her abs in public. Only a week or two later, and she was struggling to contain her ballooning form within a tracksuit that was tightening by the day. Reminiscent of a pufferfish, she turned and waited for me, breasts noticeably heftier. I just barely managed to avert my gaze from her ripening hips before she looked me in the eyes… or so I thought. “Yes Jason, I understand that I’m bloated,” she leaned a hand on the fence, her full belly struggling to gain my attention. “Are you alright?” I asked, unsure what else to say. “I’m going to be fine Jason,” she said softly, a hint of firmness in her tone as she stared at me. “But I called you here because I have concerns. A couple of my girls have been coming to me complaining to me about you stalking them. Now, I know you’re a good kid…” As she spoke, some of the cheerleaders came running past us on the track, completing their first lap. Already their bodies shone with glistening sweat as the heat of the sun baked the earth with season-defying heat. “Listen,” Zoltan leaned over me, understanding and empathetic. “You’re a good kid Jason. Don’t get distracted by those girls behind us; they won’t bother us while I’m talking with you. As I was saying, some of my girls are worried about your behaviour. I know you don’t mean to be creepy, but walking out here and staring at my squad from a corner by yourself? It’s kinda weird, don’t you think?” Bold words, but the way she said it was strangely soothing. “Actually,” I replied. “I came here with Emily because we wanted to talk to you about that.” “So what’s going on?” Zoltan frowned, but leaned further against the fence. “What’s wrong?” A strange groaning sound emanated from inside her tracksuit, like the sound of milk poured over rice krispies. The weight of all the sweat from an entire cheer squad was pouring into her already-swollen body. Even now, I could see the folds in her tracksuit top smoothing-out as her breasts and belly grew outwards in all directions. I was running out of time. “I don’t really know what’s going on,” I shook my head. “But I’ve been harassed by Brooke for awhile now. I told you how she chased me away from the gym by saying I’d be committing sexual harassment if I was ever in the same room with her.” “Right,” Zoltan nodded. “Well, Emily and I were talking about it and she’s been harassed by Brooke too. Like, she can’t even use the same communal bathroom as Brooke. And it’s not just Brooke either; Mary’s been giving us trouble too – well, me anyway. She said I could join the Equestrian Club if I cleaned and fed the horses, then she just wrote the Dean a letter saying I was sneaking around the stables or something.” “Did she now?” her eyes flared with recognition (after all, she’d let Mary use her computer to write the Dean). Adjusting her legs slightly, she gestured at the bleachers. “Come on. Let’s talk about this sitting down.” Nervously, I followed her swollen ass-cheeks back up into the bleachers. Each cheek was a volleyball-sized globe, straining tautly against the tracksuit. Not one inch of space was left between those buns; if anything were to rip free, it would be her ass – and soon. She lowered herself onto a creaking bleacher like a pregnant woman, patting the space next to her to beckon me. The flesh of her belly pressed against her trousers, threatening to spill into her lap. “So why do you think Brooke might be doing this?” “If I knew, I’d have been able to fix this by now, I think,” I could see the flesh of Zoltan’s thighs spreading wide as she sat. I could almost hear the fabric straining against the growing pressure within. “But anyway, that’s why Emily and I need your help. We can’t handle Brooke on our own. In fact, if she tells the Dean I’m a peeping tom, what can I do? No one believes the man in a domestic dispute. That’s what Brooke told me.” Zoltan smiled her warm smile, and if it weren’t for the fact that I could almost see her belly growing bigger, I’d have been comforted. “Don’t worry about it Jason. I’ll be sure to talk to Brooke about this and figure out what’s going on. In the meantime…” she shifted uncomfortably. “’Scuse me. I’m feeling pretty bloated today.” “Thank you, Zoltan,” I rubbed my fingers against my thumb, unsure if I should open my heart to her. “I really hope you start feeling better soon.” “I’m not sick Jason; I’m going to be alright,” she scooted in her seat slightly, tugging at trousers that didn’t budge. “But you’re… I mean, you look great and all, but I was thinking about it, and I started thinking you must be going through a lot of stress right now, and I really wanted you to know that you’re one of the only people that’s helped me. That means a lot to me, and that’s why I’m so worried about you… I want to help you too.” “Don’t worry about me Jason,” Zoltan slapped my shoulder. “Good?” “Yeah,” I said. Suddenly, Zoltan’s hand swept to my neck and closed like a vice. I reached upwards, feeling her long fingers digging into me as I tried in vain to break free. She leaned closer, grinning at her power over me, neon-pink eyes squinting lustfully. “You’re such a smooth-talker,” Sucky whispered. “You really did catch feelings for this body. Which part do you wanna touch the most? This new gut right here?” Sucky released her grip on me, and as I gasped for breath, I watched her take hold of her belly with both arms, giving it a healthy shake as she puffed her cheeks. Face beading with sweat, I hoped that none of the cheerleaders running the track would notice what we were doing. “I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at it,” Sucky continued. Then she grinned again. “Oh, looks like we might have an audience. I guess that means we have to be careful what we do…” She snaked her arm around my torso, prodding her fingers into my jeans… … to pull out my phone. “What’s this you got here?” she hugged me closer to her as she unlocked it as easily as if it were her own. “Let’s take a peek at that app of yours. Oh! Looks like you made it. Good boy…” Sucky gasped ecstatically at the sky with closed eyes as her breasts quivered within their confines like chained beasts. Opening her eyes again, she put a hand to her chest, which calmed to a standstill again. “Soon, darlings. Soon… oh, don’t be scared boy; you’re my darling too.” As more cheerleaders ran past us, I felt her hand spider itself closer to my neck again. Emily was fast approaching, running the bend in the track in her sweats. “Don’t worry babe,” she whispered in my ear, so close that I could feel her nipping softly at my ear. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m here for you… hey. Look at me.” I stared into her eyes, glowing with inexplicable energy. Now that I had the chance to see them, I noticed that the texture in the pupils was shifting like a finely-mixed drink. “You make some pretty good hexes,” she chuckled, rubbing the straining fabric clothing herself. “I bet you’ve been planning this next one for days. Come on. Let me see it! I’ve been waiting so long for this moment… I can barely contain myself. It’s been too long already! I’m aching…” Emily was turning the bend, legs pumping with effort. She gave me and Sucky a strange look, but kept running. Her back was to me now; she wouldn’t see me pointing at her. Whenever Emily is within 100 metres of Zoltan and Brooke, she will absorb weight from the former and send it into the latter at the rate of 2 pounds per minute.

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