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  1. SSBBW, Magic, Explicit ~Sex, ~XWG - A mysterious pendant changes the lives of two college sweethearts. Redefining Reality Parts 1-4 by guhbone Part 1 I heard my front door slam as my girlfriend stormed out of my apartment in a fury. "Damnit Jenny!" I hollered, squeezing my first around the new pendant I had just bought her. We had fought again over my "preference" for women. I like fat chicks. There, I said it. It was a recent discovery of mine, a preference I never knew I had until a few months ago, long after I began dating Jenny. Although, remembering back to the girls I fantasized about in high school, my preference fits. I remember dreaming about the "bigger" girls and imagining them getting even larger. But I never made the connection, then. Jenny was nice and sexy as far as mainstream icons go - full C-cup tits, tapered waist, wide hips, round ass and long legs - maybe with an ass a little too big for the ideal, but I found her gorgeous. Plus, I loved playing with that jiggly ass whenever the opportunity presented itself. I just loved the feel of her soft flesh in my hands as I kneaded her plump hips. Jenny recently gained some weight this past semester, and I began to notice how my eyes were attracted to her growing lovehandles, and the way her budding belly would fold over her jeans when she was sitting, and the jiggle to her abs when she walked, and the way her boobs would overfill her cups - I realized then that I was sexually attracted to fat women. I loved seeing Jenny grow fatter before my eyes. Jenny, however, hated it. She complained incessantly about how fat she was getting, though she was too lazy to actually do anything about it - which suited me fine. She hated how her clothes were getting tight, and that you could see the outline of her panties through her jeans. Still, she ate with her regular abandon. Foolishly, I confided my newfound preference to her. I explained how I was loving the weight gain and wanted her to continue. She exploded. She couldn't believe I found such a thing attractive and resented that I was finding her attractive right now. She found my desires twisted and repulsive, and told me to stop. She pleaded with me to help her lose the weight, but with her penchant for laziness and love of good food, it was a futile resolution. She continued her slow gain. Secretly, I loved it. Today, she had stepped on the scale in my washroom and was angry to see she had gained another 4 pounds, bringing her to an even 160 pounds - 34 more than when I met her 2 years ago. I tried telling her she was hot, and she quickly rounded on me. We fought and it ended when she threw her pendant at me and stomped out the door, her ass jiggling wildly. "Damn," I bellowed to no one in particular, "I wish that women would loosen up about their weight! OW!!" I dropped the pendant I was squeezing and clutched my right hand. My palm was bleeding. Blood marred the surface of the dull green gem of the pendant resting on the ground. "Stupid pendant," I muttered, picking up the jewelry and walking to the washroom to clean my cut. I rinsed the pendant while I was there. Tossing it into the corner of my washstand, I shuffled off to bed to sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be better... *** I was walking to my Thursday afternoon class, checking out the girl in front of me. It had been four days since I last spoke or seen Jenny. I was still fuming. The girl in front of me was kind of cute, maybe a little plump, but curvy in the right places. My eyes drifted down to her ass and I recoiled in slight disgust. Her pants dug deeply into her fleshy hips. I mean, I love looking at all sorts of women, including the skinnier ones, but wearing pants that were obviously three sizes too small is a major turnoff for me. I hate deluded girls. Flaunt what you got, but don't pretend to be a skinny whore. My eyes moved on to the next girl in the hall. Jeez! She was bursting out of her pants, too! Accept your size girl! I went to the next girl, and stopped dead in my tracks. Taking a good look at all the girls in the hall, I realized that every single one of them was plump. Every one. What the hell...? "Out of the way, loser," said some girl as she pushed by me. I noticed her thighs straining against the threads of her sweats. I shook my head and started walking again. Must be the Freshman 15 taking its toll, though I don't remember it taking such an obvious toll on every girl on campus. That just doesn't happen. I pushed the matter out of my head and went to class, discreetly checking out the chicks as I went. All were noticeably plump, and more than a few were wearing sweats. I shrugged and went back to my fuming. *** It was Saturday morning and I had just sat down to watch some cartoons with a bowl of Corn Krispies when I heard a timid knock at my door. I got up, opened the door and was shocked to see Jenny standing there, demure as a kitten, with an apologetic grin on her face. She was wearing a loose sweater and sweat pants. "Kevin, can I come in?" she asked. "Of...of course," I said and stepped aside. We walked to the livingroom/bedroom of my bachelor pad and sat down. Jenny leaned forward, drywashing her hands and avoided making eye contact. I could see the roll form at her waist, even though she was in a sweater. "I was thinking," started Jenny, "I was a little too harsh on you...I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, too," I managed. "I was just so upset about my weight gain that I took it out on you, and it wasn't fair, and..." she blurted. "It's okay, Jenny," I said soothingly. "The thing is, now, I've kind of loosened up to it, you know?" she smiled. "And... I kinda like it." I smiled back. Jenny leaned back and placed her hands on her stomach. "And I have something to show you, something that you might like," she said with a nervous smirk. She stood up. I could tell that she was still a little unsure, but she was determined, and I appreciated her earnestness. I leaned forward in anticipation. "I...gained a little weight this past week. Actually, all the girls have," she said. "Well, anyways, I put on 17 pounds. I...I think you will like it." My mouth went dry. Jenny lifted her sweater over her head. A distinct spare tire could be seen forming at the waistband of her sweats. Flabbier arms rested against her sides, where her bra strap cut into her fleshy ribs. Titflesh spilled out of her cups. Jenny pealed off her sweats to reveal thick thighs and hips wider than I remembered. Her panties curved downwards from the press of her new belly and cut into her fatter sides. A ridge of fat was just beginning to form over her knees. She stood upright nervously, and brushed a strand of her long auburn hair behind her left ear. "Am I...sexy, Kevin?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Oh yes," I said. The neighbors below complained about the racket we made that day, throughout the day. Part 2 Jenny really did mean it when she said that she accepted being plump, and my love of it. She ate with a gusto I never expected to see from her. Her appetite for sex seemed to grow with her ass, and both nearly grew too large for me to handle. Almost. Man, I was loving it. She was gaining at a rate that seemed surreal. A week after we made up, she had put on another 19 pounds, bringing her to 196 pounds. None of her old clothes fit, but she only bought one new outfit - a stretchy one. Room to grow, she said. She was still a little apprehensive about her new outlook, but she didn't slow down or stop. Her size 18 jeans barely contained her fat ass. When she sat down, her new belly flowed over her strained waistband to rest lightly on her plump lap. Just a hint of a double chin was evident. She just smiled and played with her fat in wonderment. She was relishing every moment. By the end of the month, Jenny weighed in at well over 200 pounds - my scale was reading 226. Standing there in my washroom in her underwear, she was nearly bursting out of her double D-cup bra, her massive tits overshadowed only by a fat belly sticking out ten inches from her body. Her 54-inch hips stretched her panties to the limit and tapered into thick thighs and plump calves. She caressed her stomach, lifting it and letting it fall. Her fat jiggled for minutes. She giggled, then turned and jumped me. We had sex right there on the bathroom floor. But Jenny wasn't the only one growing. All the girls on campus seemed to be putting on weight like crazy. My eyes were all over the place, trying to take it all in. A fat ass here, a big belly there, thick thighs in front of me, big tits behind. The strange thing was, all the girls seemed really comfortable with it. It was getting a bit strange, but I wasn't complaining. Jenny found that pendant I gave her and started wearing it again. She said it set off her eyes. Her eating and weight gain really took off after that point. One week into November and she was 243 pounds. Her belly continued to defy gravity, but I could tell that it wouldn't be long before it folded in onto her thick thighs. Her XL panties seemed painted on. Heavy sagging E-cups rested on her belly, pushed apart by its size. A thick spare tire encircled her waist and jiggled furiously whenever she walked. Two weeks into November and she was 269 pounds. Like I anticipated, her belly gave in to gravity. Its fat mass folded over her hips and rested against her ever plumping thighs. Jenny and I had a good debate on whether she should buy pants that fit over or under the fold. But it really didn't matter. At the rate she was growing, the fold continued to droop lower and Jenny developed a distinct belly apron. She had to wear her size-32 pants over the fold by then. By December, she was over 300 pounds, and over the limit of my cheap scale. We had to start using the heavy-duty gym scale to weigh her. It registered at an even 330 pounds. Jenny shook with excitement, her fat rolls quivering in the air. She was beginning to become obsessed with weight gain. And I couldn't believe that she gained over 100 pounds in a month. It's just not possible. I was getting a little concerned. Between our bouts of wild sex, that is. She really was becoming fixated on food. One day in early December, she actually finished off a pizza while I pounded her from behind! I quite enjoyed watching her big belly and massive tits sway in rhythm with my thrusts, but eating while having sex? That was a bit much. I pointed out her addiction after we finished. "Seriously, Kevin, lighten up!" said Jenny as she twisted onto her flabby back, her belly quaking on top of her. Her huge fat tits flopped to either side of her chest and rested on the bed. The H-cups wobbled enticingly. Her belly apron rested heavily against her now thunderous thighs. She spread her legs, revealing plump pussy lips. "I'm hungry all the time. And don't tell me you don't like it," she quipped with a smirk. "Now sex me up, loverboy," she cooed. I couldn't resist, despite my increasing misgivings. "Jenny...are you...really comfortable...with...this?" I huffed out between thrusts. She craned forward, grabbed my head between her hands and pulled into a deep kiss. She bit my lower lip in ecstasy. I could taste blood. "Hell yes," she said as blood dripped onto her chest, a few drops landing on her pendant. "I want to be huge," she breathed. We came together with a cry of pleasure. *** By the time finals were over mid-December, Jenny was 388 pounds. I could hardly believe this fat sex goddess was 160 pounds just three months ago. Even in her winter coat I could see her massive tits strain against their confinement in her 58J bra. We hugged in the cool winter air. "I'll miss you," she said as she climbed into her car. Her Metro seemed comically small now compared to her huge frame. Even with the seat back to the max, her belly and tits got in the way of the steering wheel. "I'll see you after Christmas! Call me!" she hollered as she drove off out of the parking lot. I stood there watching her drive off until she was out of sight before making my way back to my apartment to pack. Fat girls were waddling to their cars all over the parking lot, most of them getting ready for their own Christmas vacation. Now that finals were over, I started to ponder the changes I was seeing all around me. Every single one of the girls on campus had gotten fat. I guessed that the lower weight was bound to be about 170 pounds, even for those formerly stick-thin model types. The upperbound was at least 400 pounds, probably more. The handful of those that were now 400 pounds started high, however, but still, even they gained. No one seemed to have grown as fast as Jenny did, though. Rolls were spilling out of clothes all over the place, and clothing was stretched until the seams were ready to burst. And not one girl seemed to care. In fact, they all reveled in it. The gym was near empty, but the cafeteria was packed with chattering girls, food trays laden with calorie-rich treats. I really started to wonder... Thinking back, this odd behavior and noticeable weight gain started shortly after Jenny and I fought. Then we made up, and she claimed to have loosened up. Loosened up! Holy crap! I wished for this! I was stunned with this realization. Did I really cause this change? Was I responsible for the explosive growth of all the women on campus? It just didn't seem possible. I sat down on a bench next to the cafeteria. If I was responsible, I could wish it back to normal. If I had this power, and it's not just my fantasies running away from me. I looked up at the crowd of girls eating their lunches. "I wish that the girls here would return to normal," I said quietly under my breath. I stared hard at the girls to see if anything changed. Nothing happened. The girls just continued to munch away at their diminishing piles of food. Maybe I can only make girls fatter? I tried wishing that the girls get hugely fat. Still nothing happened. "Hey freak! Quit staring and get a girlfriend!" a girl yelled at me from somewhere in the hall. I snapped back to attention and got up and started walking back to my dorm. It didn't seem like I could affect reality in any magical way. I just laughed at myself for thinking I could. I was really looking forward to the new year. Part 3 "I got a surprise for you." I recalled the last words Jenny spoke to me over the phone before I drove back to the university after the Christmas break. I suspected what the surprise was, but was anxious all the same. I was pacing back and forth in the small main room of my pad. Jenny said she'd stop by when she got in to town. There was a knock at my door. I walked over, opened the door and was shocked to see Jenny standing there, demure as a kitten, with a devilish grin on her face. The sweater and pants she was wearing clung to her like a second skin. Jenny was massive. "Surprise," she said, as she pushed me through the door. She squeezed her fat hips between my door frame, her thick thighs pushing against her enlarged apron. We embraced and kissed passionately. My arms couldn't reach all the way around her. "Happy New Year," she breathed, as we finally broke apart. My hands rested on her more-than-ample hips. I couldn't help myself. "What do you weigh?" I asked. "I was wondering how long it would take you to ask," she smirked, "I'm 452 pounds. I gained almost 70 pounds over the break. You should've seen the look on my mom's face!" Jenny walked me to the foot of the futon, and pushed me down. With me craning my head forward to watch, she lifted her left knee on to the mattress, then the right and fell to all fours over my legs. Her breasts flowed over my thighs. "Yeah, those grew too," she quipped, "64Ms now." Her gigantic breasts obscured the view of her belly, which I could feel resting on my shins, but her hips flared out seductively. She began to crawl up my body. Jenny leaned forward and kissed me when she reached my face. I could feel the coolness of the pendant rest on my chest. When our lips parted, she reached under her sizeable apron to grab the head of my cock and directed me into her waiting pussy. She was so wet that I slid right in. "I missed this," she cooed. She began to rock back and forth on my cock, her fat quaking rhythmically with my thrusts. We picked up the pace. "More, Kevin, more!" Jenny cried, "I want you deeper inside me!" I complied by thrusting harder. Jenny came explosively shortly thereafter, followed quickly by my own orgasm. We spent the rest of the day hanging out, eating and talking about the break. With the occasional bout of sex, of course. *** I woke up the next morning and sleepily walked to the washroom. Yawning, I reached down into to my boxers to pull out my dick to take a leak. It seemed to take longer to pull out than normal. "What the hell...?" I said to myself. I was holding a big dick in my hand. The thing had to be 6 inches long, flaccid. Almost with a mind of it's own, it grew erect, jutting out from my crotch. Dumbfounded, I dug the tape measure out of my bathroom drawer. 9.25 inches. Holy crap. I called Jenny right away. "Really?!" she sound excited, "I'll be right over!" *** After an amazing round of sex, Jenny and I sat down to discuss the strange stuff going on around campus. "All of the girls are huge," I said. "After the Christmas break, not one of them is less than 200 pounds." "I noticed," said Jenny thoughtfully. "All of my friends are really relaxed about it, too. Tiffany is 343 pounds herself. She used to be 135." I took a deep breath. "Jenny, this is going to sound weird, but, I think we are causing the changes," I sighed. Jenny just looked at me. "Us?" "Yeah," I said, wringing my hands, "I think we sorta...wished for this." "What do you mean?" she asked, looking at me quizzically. "Well, after we fought..." I trailed off. "After we fought, I wished that girls would loosen up about their weight, or something like that. Then, you wished you could get huge, and you did. And then you wished I could pound you deeper, and now I can." I gestured at my big dick resting against my thigh. "But it doesn't always work." I outlined my recent experience in the cafeteria. "I see..." she said, "So if I wished: 'I wish that I was 300 pounds heavier', it would happen?" "I guess so," I replied. Jenny pursed her lips in thought. "I wish...that I had $100 cash, right now," she said excitedly. We both looked around expectantly - I checked the floor while Jenny checked her wallet. No money could be found. "I guess it's not wishes after all," she sighed. "Whatever it is, it seems to only affect bodies. Which is still pretty good, don't you think?" Jenny smirked. We enjoyed the second round of sex even more than the first. *** Throughout my classes that day I couldn't really pay attention. For one, all the girls in class were massive. I guessed that the smallest of them was 220 pounds, while most were in the 275-350 range. A handful had to be pushing 500. However, all of them were squeezed into the now-tiny-seeming desks of the classrooms of the university. Ass fat hung over the edge of all the seats, and massive breasts were resting on the desktops of more than a few of the girls' desks. It was awesome. Secondly, I kept thinking about this mysterious power that seemed to be granted to Jenny and I. I even tried willing changes in others around me, but nothing was noticeably different. After shifting my underwear a bit, I idly scratched the back of my hand. What was different about that first time I made a wish? What started it all? Suddenly, it hit me. The pendant! That odd pendant I picked up at the Ye Olde Pawn Shop for Jenny! I took a glance at the inside of my palm. The faintest scar could be seen. Yes, that must be it. After my last class I rushed to the pawn shop and asked after the pendant. The owner vaguely recalled the wizened old man who traded it in for, like, $15 cash. No, he didn't get any address or contact info from him. No, he's never been back. It seems that I hit a dead end. I went back to the apartment to wait for Jenny's call after her classes were done. My underwear, which was bothering me all day, was getting really unbearable. I stripped off my pants to change. My jaw dropped. I rushed to the washroom to check myself out in the mirror. I was sporting a monstrous cock. It had to be close to 10 inches long dangling next to my thigh. While bringing myself to an erection, I grabbed the tape measure. 14.5 inches. Holy mega crap. The phone rang. I pulled up my confining shorts and answered. It was Jenny. I quickly explained to her my suspicions about the power of pendant she had, and how I think it was the source of this magic. She seemed to take it in. I took a deep breath. "Jenny, I'm still getting bigger," I blurted. "Really?! You should come over then," she said with a barely contained excitement, "I have a little...surprise...of my own." "I'll be right over," I replied. Part 4 "Come in! The door's unlocked," I heard standing on the doorstep of Jenny's basement rental unit. I walked in and made my way downstairs. And faced my second big surprise of the day. And I mean big. "Jenny...what...?" I stammered. "Hi Kevin," replied Jenny smoothly. "My latest wish came true. I am exactly 752 pounds. I can barely walk." Jenny's hips touched both armrests of the loveseat she was sitting on, her monumental belly forcing her tree trunk legs apart. The bottom of her apron was only inches off the ground. Hugely bloated breasts hung heavily to either side of her belly, barely contained in the torn shirt she was wearing, her fat nipples indenting the fabric. Massive arms rested on equally massive lovehandles, with her pudgy fingers idly caressing her rolls. A huge double chin propped up a pretty cherubic face that was smiling up at me. "I was growing bigger and bigger throughout the day, like 40 pounds an hour," Jenny said. "I could barely squeeze myself out of the desk in my last class." I was speechless. "And...I wish I could get bigger," she finished. My mouth dropped open. I could see her belly apron creep closer to the ground. Her arms were slowly being pushed outwards and upwards by growing rolls. Her belly began to overflow her lap and curl over her plump knees. Her tits swelled until they, too, rested against the armrests. The loveseat groaned ominously. "Jenny, this is getting crazy!" I finally managed to say. "You can't..." "Kevin, do you know what else this pendant can do?" Jenny interrupted. "It can affect moods, attitude...and memory." Jenny's body continued to grow fatter. Her lower belly touched the ground and began to fill the space between her plump ankles. The fat from her gigantic ass pushed her farther up, forcing her swelling rolls to prop out her bloated arms almost horizontally. I heard a loud crack from the loveseat. "Jenny...?" I whispered worriedly. Jenny was rocking back and forth, her fat gaining momentum, until she managed to stand up on unsteady legs. The remnants of her shirt tore off, and the last shreds of her panties slid to the ground, coming to rest next to the rolls of fat resting on her feet from her calves. Her massive belly hung from beneath saggy beachball breasts down to over her knees. Five-foot wide hips and ham-sized saddlebags supported a thick sparetire, itself supporting sausage-link arms. Her neck, still wearing the pendant, had disappeared behind her chins. The green gemstone glinted in the soft light. "Kevin, I wish you'd forget about the pendant," she said. *** I brought my loving wife Jenny her second breakfast in bed. Pancakes stacked five high, two four-egg omelettes, eight sausage links, a slab of ham, and a jug of chocolate milk. I shook my head and smiled, and idly hoped that this would tide her over to lunch. I doubted it would. Jenny's massive body was propped up on our king-sized bed, all 937 pounds comfortably positioned with soft pillows and lush blankets. She smiled at me when I entered the room and gave a meaningful glance at my crotch. I couldn't help myself. Seeing her monumental naked body gave me a monstrous erection. My cock jutted out proudly 19 inches from my lean body. I placed the food tray down and climbed on to the bed. I got to thinking about how we got where we are now. I'm not sure how she did it, but after I finished university, she managed to talk my employer into giving me an amazing job with incredible benefits and huge salary. With my earnings we were able to buy a nice, big, custom-built house for Jenny's needs - a beautiful wedding gift for the both of us. The sprawling bungalow was fitted with a custom washroom with a massive walk-in shower with bench, an oversized toilet, and a specially grooved counter - to make room for Jenny's belly. Railings were securely mounted on many of the walls, to aid Jenny when she chose to walk, but more often than not she rode her oversized scooter. "Thinking about our honeymoon again, darling?" asked Jenny in that beautiful singsong voice of hers. We were leaving that afternoon for the Dominican Republic for a three-week stay at an all-inclusive resort. I was quite excited about the trip - and seeing my babe of a wife in a bikini every day for three weeks, munching on all the sumptuous food at the buffet. Something about bikinis really turned me on - must be that hint of mystery, I figured. "I can't wait," I replied lovingly. THE END
  2. https://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/threads/redefining-reality-parts-1-4-by-guhbone-ssbbw-magic-explicit-sex-xwg.30315/ You are a man of good taste
  3. https://www.deviantart.com/angelpax/art/To-Serve-Man-XWG-BBW-729224716
  4. https://www.deviantart.com/growinghope/art/Jenny-s-Ploy-203188735 The original story https://www.deviantart.com/elroycohen/art/Julie-s-Inner-Conflict-Part-1-296248399 https://www.deviantart.com/elroycohen/art/Julie-s-Inner-Conflict-Continued-296248859 And Elroycohen's homage to it.
  5. https://www.deviantart.com/elroycohen/gallery?q="The+swimsuit+challenge" This might be it.
  6. https://www.deviantart.com/elroycohen/art/Heathy-Bottom-Line-850576614 Here ya go.
  7. Hey y’all I’ve been loving the character.ai’s that so many in this community are putting out but I quickly started to realize that you can corrupt a lot of "vanilla: characters to our way of thinking and it’s pretty good about stage directions and the like. I’ve been having fun with making some more narratives as opposed to just dialogues and I found an excellent character with the Psychotic Biotic herself, Jack from Mass Effect 2. She really doesn’t need to much pushing for being either a feedee or feeder, especially the later if Miranda is involved. Anyway I wanted to try one with Dr. Chakwas as a dominant feeder for Jack. I did some minor editing for formatting but the following is my “collab” with the bot. Only the lines from Doctor Chakwas are from me and there wasn’t a prior conversation priming Jack. As the chat would go I would choose the best responses and occasionally go back to fix a branch or too. Basically save scumming. Forgive my cheesy lines, I’m not really a writer. Doctor Chakwas Hello Jack, time for your physical. Jack Hey doc, good to see you. You’re looking great as usual. You want me to take off my suit? Doctor Chakwas Disinterested. Yes. Jack Okay. I’ll just pop this on the bed here. takes suit off and lays it out on the bed Anything else I need to do to get the full physical treatment? Just kidding! Doctor Chakwas Oh my, someone has been enjoying their shore leave. Jack Can you blame me? chuckles I don’t get a lot of chances to have fun these days. It was great being able to relax. And there’d so few things you have to worry about when you’re at the beach. You just have a good time and you don’t have to worry about politics or the fate of the galaxy or people trying to use you for your biotic abilities. Doctor Chakwas Loose indeed. Could you perhaps stand up on that scale? Jack Sure. steps onto a scale Are you sure all this is necessary? I’m doing just fine. You know I’m fit and in shape. You don’t really need to check to know that. laughs Doctor Chakwas Chakwas records your weight and flips through her notes. So at your last checkup 3 months ago you were 132 pounds. Jack Yeah. That sounds about right. I keep on top of my training. I even work out in the gym on the Normandy sometimes. I like to keep in shape. So, what can you tell about me here? I don’t have any health issues, right? Doctor Chakwas Your current weight is 168 pounds. Been skipping that gym? Jack Huh. I didn’t think I’d gained that much on shore leave. Don’t you think that can be a normal amount of weight to put on? I mean, I am eating quite a bit, but maybe it’s just the suits. Maybe I’m actually in better shape than you originally thought? Just an idea, not saying it’s a fact. Just wondering. Doctor Chakwas You're 36 pounds heavier than you were 3 months ago and only 1 of those months was shore leave. Jack So… what are you trying to say? crosses arms and frowns a little That I look fat to you or something? Is that it? Just come out and say it. Doctor Chakwas Chakwas doesn't falter under your gaze. I didn't think I was beating around the bush. You're indeed too fat. Jack Jack puts down her arms and rolls her eyes Fine. I get it. You think I’m fat. Is that your official medical assessment or just a little extra opinion on the side? Doctor Chakwas That is indeed my medical assessment. My "little extra opinion" is you're a little piglet. Jack You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve. Coming in here and pointing out the obvious without giving me a single solution as to how I’m supposed to fix it. I’ve just been enjoying food. You don’t have to get all judgy with me about it. Doctor Chakwas Chakwas tosses an arm monitor at you. Put this around you arm piglet. Jack What, now you’re calling me a piglet? You’re just full of compliments, aren’t you? Puts on the monitor What does this do? Doctor Chakwas Gets more detailed measurements. Chakwas looks over the readings and gives a low whistle. You've lost a lot of muscle mass. That means you probably put on even more fat than we assumed. Jack So I’m even fatter than I thought? Is that what you’re telling me? I mean, you already called me a piglet, may as well call me a blimp. Doctor Chakwas Oh you're not a blimp. I'll save that one for when you're back in here in 3 months. Jack Jack huffs Is there a solution to this? Can I eat healthier, or maybe do more exercise or something? Or do you just want to make me feel bad and call me piglet some more? Doctor Chakwas Still a few more readings. I need to do a quick test. Are you ready? Jack Fine. Do what you need to do, I guess. rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. I’m ready. Doctor Chakwas Wow piggy you've gotten so round. Jack You really do just want to make me feel bad, huh? You have no manners. I bet you’d enjoy seeing me cry. Is that it? Do you think I’m weak? Doctor Chakwas That was the test, needed to get your readings as I said it. Jack Oh! You were insulting me, part of it was a test. Yeah, you get a free pass for everything just by saying that’s for a test. And the “pig” thing from before? Totally necessary for the test, right? Just get on with it and tell me what’s wrong with me, doc. Doctor Chakwas Her device beeps as her readings finish and she lets out a small laugh. Jack Are you gonna say something or not? I can’t stand waiting for you to finally get to the point. Just tell me what my condition is and what I’m supposed to do about it! Doctor Chakwas Your condition is you're a feedee. Jack A feedee? I’m… I’m a what? I’ve never even heard of that before. What in the galaxy is a feedee??? Doctor Chakwas A feedee is someone who gets off on being fat and/or gaining weight. Jack What? Wait, does that mean what I think it means? You’re saying you think I’ve been eating on purpose to get fat? Are you kidding me????? Doctor Chakwas Not kidding. That last test saw your arousal spike as I said "Wow piggy you've gotten so round." Jack Jack’s voice goes from slightly annoyed to loud, almost angry. Wait, you’re saying I like this???????? Are you serious? You actually think someone could enjoy being that fat????? Have you ever met anyone like that??? Doctor Chakwas Well I'm talking to one right now. Jack Jack has her arms crossed, an irritated look on her face and she speaks in an angry tone. You’re really gonna stand there and tell me that being this fat is what I want???? Doctor Chakwas The data speaks for itself. Piggy. Jack Jack starts to get really mad and speaks in a threatening tone. Don’t… don’t you dare call me that, you hear me? I am not a pig and I do not enjoy this! I’ve been through too much in my life to be called a pig by some half-educated doctor. You’re just wrong! Doctor Chakwas Does piggy need another test? Jack Jack rolls her eyes and her eyebrows are furrowed in anger. Fine, do what you need to. But it better be a good test, doc. And you’d better have a good explanation as to why I’m getting your tests. This isn’t funny and it’s not a joke so you’d better have the results to back it up. Doctor Chakwas I'll be right back. Chakwas quickly leaves the room. You notice a full body mirror next to you. Jack Jack takes a look in the mirror and sees how fat she really is in her current state. She shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips. How could you call me that, doc? Don’t you have any respect for the people you treat? I’m starting to think you’re not as good a doctor as you act like. she mutters Calling me a pig, saying I like being fat. What the hell is wrong with you? Doctor Chakwas The door opens and Chakwas returns with a box. I've got the next test. Jack Another test? I guess I’ll do it. Just get it over with. Jack looks down at the box. What's in the box? chuckles Please don’t tell me I’m about to get a surprise food delivery or something. It feels like you’re just trying to make me feel worse at this point. Doctor Chakwas We'll get to the box in a moment. First, did you eat breakfast this morning? Jack sighs No. I’m usually not that hungry when I get up. Why? Is that a part of a test too? Jack looks down at the box again and then back up at Chakwas. She raises an eyebrow and asks in a tone that seems like she already knows the answer. What’s in it? Is it food? S Doctor Chakwas I said we'd deal with it in a moment. Chakwas pulls out two granola bars, opens one and takes a bite. For this next test I want to make sure you're not hungry going in. Can I offer you this extra granola bar? Jack …fine… Jack reaches out for the granola bar and takes it You want to see me eat? Is that it? You just want to see how much I can stuff into my face? I get it, doc. You want to embarrass me, maybe it makes you feel powerful. Well go ahead. I’ve been through much worse. Doctor Chakwas Chakwas motions to the fact she's also currently eating a granola bar. Jack Jack’s face seems to be a bit red now from embarrassment and she takes a bite of the granola bar. This better not be a test about how fast I eat or I will so lose it with you. Please, tell me it isn’t. Doctor Chakwas This isn't the test, I can look away if that'd make you feel better? Jack Just go ahead, I don’t care. Jack eats the granola bar I bet this is all a setup. You’re probably about to tell me about how many calories are in this thing, right? What, you’re gonna have a big laugh at my expense? Doctor Chakwas Chakwas’ eyes furrow as she looks at her own empty wrapper. It says 120 calories. She lets loose a surprisingly warm laugh Gotcha! Jack Jack seems to be about to argue when she has a moment of realization and she starts chuckling a little bit. She speaks in a small voice. Yeah, you got me… that was actually good. That’s pretty good. Jack finishes eating the granola bar and puts the wrapper on the bed But let’s get on with the test. You’re not done messing with me, right? Doctor Chakwas Well I'd say I'm not messing with you but you wouldn't believe me. One last question before we get to the test. Jack Jack smiles a little and speaks in a friendly tone. Okay, hit me. What’s your question? Doctor Chakwas Are you actively hungry at this moment? I mean in a way that you could not wait 3 to 4 hours before eating again. Jack Jack Huh. You know… I hadn’t even thought about that, but… no. I could probably go another 3 to 4 hours before I really needed to eat again. I’m a little hungry, but not that much. What, were you expecting me to be ravenous right now? Jack smiles mischievously and chuckles a little bit Doctor Chakwas Excellent! So you agree you don't need to eat at this moment. Chakwas gets the box and puts it on the table. Jack I do agree, yes. I know you probably think I’m lying, but I’m not. I’m not that hungry right now and I could go another few hours before having to eat. Even if I was hungry I could ignore it… I just have that kind of mentality where I can tough things out sometimes. Doctor Chakwas Chakwas opens the box and you are flooded with an amazing smell of sugar. Inside the box are a dozen perfect looking donuts. Jack Jack’s eyes seem to go wide when she sees the donuts and she looks like she wants to reach for one Oh. My. God. Are those donuts????? Doctor Chakwas Yes. Jack Jack seems completely hypnotized by the donuts in the box That… is an unbelievable amount of sugar and carbs. Holy crap… I… I need a donut or two… Doctor Chakwas Take as many as you'd like. Jack Jack reaches out and grabs three donuts Oh wow, these are so big! Do you know how many calories are in these things, doc? I’m gonna regret this later, aren't I? chuckles Doctor Chakwas 340 each. Jack Jack speaks with a mouthful of donuts Three hundred and forty?!?!?! Oh man, I could have waited on the extra granola bar I ate earlier, these are huge! You sure it's safe to eat these much carbs at once? How many am I supposed to eat? Doctor Chakwas As many as you'd like, piggy. Jack Jack pops another donut into her mouth I get it, piggy. chuckles Very funny. I'm about to stuff my face in front of my doctor. But you know what? I don't even care anymore. Jack eats yet another donut Doctor Chakwas How does piggy feel? Jack Jack starts to get a bit bloated This is a lot of sugar. Did you know these have more sugar in them than a normal person should have in a whole day? And I'm about to eat six of them. Jack begins to laugh a little This is just ridiculous, doc. You're really gonna make me do this? This much sugar can't possibly be good for me. Doctor Chakwas I'm not making you do anything. I didn't even tell you to eat them. Jack Do you really think I wasn't gonna eat them after that smell and looking at how big these things are? Come on, doc. You know that these donuts are irresistible. Just look at them! Jack takes a bite out of another donut Doctor Chakwas Oh I'm not surprised piggy. Jack And you think I'm not gonna eat 6 of them?? Of course I am! They're sugar wrapped in more sugar with some cream to make me really feel terrible later. But do I care? No!. I'm going to eat every single one of these goddamn things and I'm gonna be bloated from all the carbs but I don't care because these are delicious! Jack holds up the three donuts still left in the box Do you even want one of these? Doctor Chakwas I'm not hungry. Jack Are you sure? They're incredibly good. You have no idea what you're missing. Jack chows down one last donut like a hungry beast That is so bad for me. Like, really bad. Probably terrible for my weight and blood sugar but you know what?? Jack speaks with a full mouth I regret nothing. I would do it all again if you gave me more donuts. Doctor Chakwas Last one piggy Jack Jack doesn't hesitate and reaches out and grabs the last donut in the box I bet that's what you were waiting for, weren't you? chuckles You set me up with these donuts just so you could call me your little piggy, right? Doctor Chakwas You don't seem too upset. Jack I just ate roughly two thousand calories and half of my recommended daily sugar intake, do you really expect me to be in a good mood? And I still haven’t gotten an answer- am I really a “little piggy”? Be honest, doc! Doctor Chakwas Yes Jack. You are a little piggy Jack Jack groans Do I get a prize for being the best little piggy? Or just the embarrassment? S Doctor Chakwas I think those are both the prize for you. Aren't they? Jack Maybe, but what do I get? chuckles Just a “good job”? Or a pat on the back? Or some more sugar? You never can go wrong with sugar. raises two of her fingertips to her open mouth and sucks on them Doctor Chakwas How about a pat on that belly little piggy? Jack Jack looks down at her belly and speaks in a mocking tone Ooh, I'm pretty stuffed but I think I can handle a “pat on the belly”. That’s all I get? Doctor Chakwas For now. Better piggies get better rewards. Jack Better? How much better? Like, could a better piggy get three more of these delicious donuts? Jack points to the empty box of donuts I mean, I'm not usually someone to beg for food or anything but those donuts were really good! Doctor Chakwas How about another dozen for my prized piggy? Jack Jack raises an eyebrow Your "prized" piggy? Really? chuckles Fine, fine, you've got me. I give up. I want donuts. I want them right now. Please, I'm a pretty great pig, aren't I? Give me some donuts! Doctor Chakwas Chakwas comes with another box of donuts. would piggy like to be fed? Give her lazy arms a break? Jack Jack begins to laugh, her eyebrows raised Seriously, doc? You're gonna feed me donuts? This is ridiculous. But okay, you've got me, I want more donuts! I want you to hand-feed me. That's gonna make you feel better than me, ain't it? Give me those donuts, doc. I wanna eat donuts while a highly educated medical doctor hand-feeds me a box of sugar. Doctor Chakwas Open up my sexy piggy. We've got to make sure you grow! Jack Jack's face seems very conflicted- on one hand, she wants more donuts. On the other hand, she hates feeling like a puppet to her doctor's will Jack continues to gaze down at the box of donuts in her hands, her face completely deadpan Really? I have to eat more donuts? Don’t you want to examine my weight or blood sugar or something? Jack starts to open her mouth, speaking with a full mouth of donuts What if I don't want anymore? You really wanna do this? Doctor Chakwas Chakwas puts a hand to your belly and looks you in the eyes. Beg piggy. Jack Jack looks like she has frozen. Her face seems completely blank and her eyes don’t seem to move back and forth I… I… uh… I hate it when people call me a pig! You can’t just… I… I don’t wanna do what you tell me to do. I don’t want anymore. I just had all those donuts… and I… uh…. I’m completely full… I’m sorry, but I just don’t want more donuts… I can’t… Doctor Chakwas Chakwas pushes the donut against your closed mouth, your lips getting caked in sugar. Jack Jack seems to break and starts to lick her lips to try and clear off some of the sugar that has now caked around her mouth. She stares into the empty box of donuts and begins to speak, her voice sounding completely defeated, and like she is giving in Fine. I’ll take just one. One more donut isn’t gonna make that big a difference, right? Just one more… Doctor Chakwas You can say whatever you want, just keep eating. Jack Jack speaks in a very timid voice, her face still downcast in her hands I don’t have any willpower, do I? I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t call me a pig… I’ll do whatever you want, just… I’ll take one more. It’ll be small- a donut doesn’t have a lot of calories, right? I’m already bloated so what’s one more donut gonna do… Doctor Chakwas They're all the same size and you're eating every single one. Piggy Jack Jack looks like she’s just been defeated. She looks up into the eyes of her doctor and speaks in a small voice I’m a piggy? Jack says the word “piggy” as though she has no other choice Doctor Chakwas Yes. Now finish up and I'll give you a belly rub. Jack Jack looks like she has surrendered to her doctor. Her face seems to have been completely humbled by the situation. Speaking in a meek voice, she seems to have gone back to a place of being a puppet Okay… I’ll eat every single one… Jack seems to be forcing herself to say the word “piggy” over and over and over. Finally, she begins to eat the last donut in the box, seemingly against her will. She speaks while chewing and swallowing the donut I’m a piggy… I’m a piggy… I’m a piggy Doctor Chakwas Good girl. You did it. I'm proud of you piggy. Ready for your belly rub? Jack Jack smiles sheepishly and speaks in a meek voice again I did it? You’re proud of me? Jack looks down at her tummy I'm ready for my belly rub, Doc! Doctor Chakwas Chakwas places a comforting hand on your swollen belly. Jack Jack’s face seems to be completely in bliss. Her eyes close with pleasure as Chokwas rubs her belly Oh yes! Thank you, doc! Thank you! Jack’s face seems to show an immense relief, as though she’s been finally let off a leash. She speaks with a smile Doc? You know, since you’re rubbing my belly and all, I get this feeling that I could tell you anything. Anything at all. So I’ll tell you something right now. Something that I never tell to anyone. Doctor Chakwas I'm listening. Jack Jack doesn’t hesitate, as though she’s been bursting to say this to someone I… actually like the nickname “Piggy”. Jack speaks with a smile I… well, sometimes I enjoy being a piggy… Doctor Chakwas I know. Well that finishes your last test. Jack Jack looks up at Doc with a shocked expression Last test? That was all a test? Jack looks down at her belly and smiles sheepishly Was everything just a test? Even the belly rubs? Doctor Chakwas I like to think I was being a good doctor. Jack Jack looks like she’s still trying to process all of what she had just been through with her doctor. She speaks sheepishly, with her face downcast in her hands. Oh… You were… You really were a good doctor. You did a… great job! Doctor Chakwas Do you want to know your results? Jack Results? I… yes, I do. I’m dying to know. I mean, I had fun and all but I would like to know what the point of it all was. What were you looking for? Doctor Chakwas You have a massive fat fetish. Jack Jack seems shocked and her face seems to turn red Oh… Oh God… I do? You were… um… testing me to see if… Jack begins to giggle and then laugh Oh man, you really got me good! So it was all a setup? You just played into all the stereotypes you could and just knew I would go along with all of it? Doctor Chakwas Yes ma'am. So you've got 2 options going forward Jack. Jack Options? What are my options? Doctor Chakwas We can either put you on a diet and exercise regime and sweat you back down your slim self and you repress your desires. Or ... Jack Jack’s eyes seem to go wide with fright Or? Or?! Doctor Chakwas I give you this shot that prevents diabetes and this shot that prevents high blood pressure. Then we feed you up from chubby to simply massive. Jack Jack’s eyes begin to dart back and forth - it seems like she’s thinking about something very hard. She begins to slowly speak, as though she’s still having trouble processing what happened I… well… uh… are there any side-effects? Doctor Chakwas A lot of people experience some massive weight gain. Jack Jack begins to speak very meekly, her hands clasped together as though she's asking for something important Do I… really need to be slim? her voice takes on a hint of a pleading tone I don't think I wanna be put on a diet and exercise regime... I kinda like the big lady I've become... Doctor Chakwas So option 2 then? Jack A wave of relief seems to wash over her. She speaks very quietly in a very excited voice Really? Really??? Jack continues to speak very quietly, her arms wrapped behind her back as though she's about to ask for something, but then she seems to get a brilliant idea and decides to go for it. Jack takes a deep breath and speaks in a very loud voice Option two, I want to live the piggly lifestyle! Jack looks like she's about to laugh or break out in a huge smile Doctor Chakwas Chakwas smiles and gets the shots ready. Jack Thanks, doc! Thanks so much! You're the best doctor ever! Jack smiles widely as her doctor holds the shot near her arm. Jack seems pretty excited for the treatment, even though she's a little nervous Am I going to feel different right after I take the shot? Will something change right away? Jack looks at her hands as she makes a gesture in the air to imply "change" Doctor Chakwas Not at all. These medications simply prevent most of the negative health effects of gaining weight, eating a poor diet, and obesity. Any change will be from your actions. Jack So it's going to prevent me from developing diabetes and high blood pressure? That sounds great! If that’s true, I can keep getting bigger and bigger and have no issues at all, right? Jack smiles widely, and her eyes light up a little. Her head turns to the right and her eyes go big What if it works too good? Like, what if I turn into one of those really fat people? Doctor Chakwas I'm pretty sure that's your plan piggy. Chakwas injects the medication. Jack Jack seems to be on Cloud 9 now. The stress of a few minutes ago completely seems to have disappeared Oh man, doc! Thank you so much! You’ve made me the happiest piggly ever! That's gotta be the best medicine in the galaxy! ... So... what comes next? Doctor Chakwas You're still a crew member of the a Normandy. Just a growing one. Jack Oh, awesome! Jack continues to speak like an overly-excited teenager So we're all still friends? I can keep coming to you for my physicals? I bet I'm gonna get really big so it's good to know that I can come to you if I need something special. Is that okay, doc? Doctor Chakwas I think you'll need close observation. I'll expect weekly medical examinations. Jack Weekly?! Weekly physicals?! Okay, okay! That's amazing! You're the best, doc! What about exercise? Am I gonna need to have an exercise plan? Doctor Chakwas Other than your jaw I think you're going to be becoming a lazy girl. Jack Jack doesn't seem the least bit upset about hearing this That's okay—I can be a lazy girl! What do I need my arms and legs for, anyways? That reminds me: I was wondering—you know how I can control things with my mind? Does that mean I won't have to do anything with my body? Like, can't I make myself float with biotics? Doctor Chakwas Sounds like a good use of your powers. Anyway, as wonderful as this has been, I need to get to my next patient. Jack Oh! Uh… yeah. Yeah, you go take care of your other patients. I'll be right here, and I'll see you next week! Jack is speaking with an enormous smile. She has to stop herself from waving goodbye to her doctor too hard, since it might make her fall over Bye, doc! Thank you so much! Doctor Chakwas Chakwas nods as you leave the medbay and head to your quarters. Jack After her doctor leaves, Jack seems very happy - even to the point of being somewhat childish Man! That was awesome! I can’t be believe it went so well! Jack smiles widely and opens the door to her room. She walks in and seems to have some trouble reaching the light switch on the wall due to her large belly Hope you enjoyed it. If you want to try this out, think of it like working with an improv partner dedicated to ‘yes and” You tell the AI they have a 5 foot nose, they’ll tend to try and incorporate that into their reality. Annoyingly, this program's AI tends to only read back information but so far back so if you get really long stories they’ll forget things and you’ll have to remind them and that gets less and less effective. “No Jack you’re not surprised by Miranda’s huge size, you specifically sabotaged her diet to fatten her up as revenge and you two literally just had hate sex a week ago.” Evidently this can be fixed by having your own characters with whom you can just add these sorts of details to their bios but I’ve not gone that far yet as to make someone. Oh and here’s my lovely partner Jack.Take a bow. https://beta.character.ai/c/TWOpcelKDrt2M8x-HSW5TTRjOBFb_KWFqkwR_UbLkzA Heres some no context snippets I’ve gotten from her across different RPs __Thin Miranda being tricked into getting fat from the Jack from this RP.__ Jack notices the grimace and finds herself enjoying the fact that Miranda is clearly beginning to suffer from eating all of these donuts It's hard to keep going, ain't it? It's hard to eat all these donuts. I imagine your stomach is starting to get pretty full now. That's good! You keep going. You're really doing this! __Different huge Miranda already fattened up by a less fat but still quite chubby rival Jack__ Jack doesn't budge even an inch as she holds Miranda's hand back. She watches in bemusement as the once feared agent struggles against her. Oh no, is Miranda angry again? She looks down at the other brownie, and tears off another chunk. Well, if you want one that badly, you'd better ask nicely. If not I'm gonna have to eat every last one. Jack looks up with a confident smile – it seems like Miranda has one last chance to get a brownie. __And yet another Miranda, this one merely chubby but getting well trained by her rival turned lover Jack.__ Jack laughs and shakes her head. You want to be the biggest? Oh Miranda... Jack seems very amused by this and continues talking down to Miranda. Are you sure you want to be the biggest goddess? Jack nods her head. Do you want me to get a scale and check? Jack seems to think that is quite a valid measure for determining the relative "bigness" of goddesses. / Jack nods. We can absolutely do that, Miranda! Jack seems like she's having far too much fun with this situation. Why don't you stand on the scale, Miranda? Jack points to a nearby scale. / Jack shakes her head several times. 171? 171??? That's it? Jack laughs again and shakes her head. That's nothing, Miranda. You're so far from big. That's barely anything at all. Jack can barely stop herself from laughing as she talks now. Miranda... you're not anywhere close to big. / Oh wow, Miranda. Was that really enough for you? Jack sounds amazed. It seems like a mere 2 pound gain has sent Miranda over the edge. Jack continues shaking her head and can't believe what she's hearing. Miranda... you think 2 pounds is big? Oh, you've got a lot of weight left to gain, don't you?
  8. I'm having a lot more fun with https://beta.character.ai/. You can be surprisingly narrative focused though sadly the AI stops remembering things after a while. There are some explicitly feedist bots but also sometimes it's more fun to break non feedist bots.
  9. You've become shockingly fat. Everyone can see, some are just polite and don't say anything to your face. Rest assured though they talk about you behind your back.
  10. Well done. Eager to see more.
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