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Thank you so much! Yet another chapter is up! http://jerkajerk.deviantart.com/art/Andrea-s-Roommate-Chapter-11-396382835

Hello friends, I've updated a few times since I last posted. The most recent chapter (chapter 10), is possibly the most proud of a chapter I've been so far, so feel free to take a look! I always appreciate feedback! http://fav.me/d6ji2gp

Hey everyone, thanks for the kind words! I've added two more chapters since I last posted, and I'm also doing a free request, the details of which can be found inside this journal: http://jerkajerk.deviantart.com/journal/Almost-50K-Views-Guess-I-gotta-do-a-request-385606920 I hope you enjoy the new chapters and who knows? MAYBE YOU'LL BE THE LUCKY FELLA OR LADY WHO GETS TO ASK ME TO WRITE A STORY AND THEN I'LL ACTUALLY WRITE IT?!

My friends, I have updated! http://jerkajerk.deviantart.com/art/Andrea-s-Roommate-Chapter-5-382511940 As always, feed back is appreciated, but not necessary, as long as you enjoy. Thank you so much for the kind words so far!

Well then you'll be happy to know that I just DID update (finally) ! http://fav.me/d691jc9 Don't worry- I don't think I'll have Andrea just suddenly say OH YEAH I LIKE BEING FAT OM NOM NOM (spoilers I guess?). I've done that before in other stories, but I think the whole "trying to hold onto your skinny body but still piling on pounds" is just as exciting.

In case anyone is wondering, I've uploaded three http://fav.me/d64bw2i new http://fav.me/d65ers7 chapters! http://fav.me/d66hhzz As usual, feedback is appreciated. And, if anyone's curious, this will probably be my largest weight gain in any of my stories- a lot of people have requested something a bit heavier (excuse the pun) so I'm going to try my hand at it- just figured you'd like to know!

Unfortunately, I think I'm done with these characters for a while. However, I've just started a new series, feel free to check it out!

http://fav.me/d63k4d8 Here's my newest series. Expect weight gain, stuffing... You know, the usual stuff that we're all so fond of. Please let me know what you think!

Since you guys liked my last story so much, here's my newest: http://fav.me/d5yvsae Plus it's "sequel" : http://fav.me/d627xbt I hope you guys enjoy! If the links don't work, please tell me, I used the hyperlinks that deviantart.com supplied. Obviously, both are WG supported, with some stuffing. Any criticism, feedback, etc., is appreciated!

Thank you! Ass stuff is fun to write though! As long as I don't feel like it's a chore, I don't mind writing any kind of expansion, really.

No, YOU'RE sweet

Noted! I guess I really should state outright that since I love any time of weight gain, I'll write weight gain all over regardless. I was just noticing that a LOT of people love butt expansion or description of weight gain in the lower areas, so I thought I'd try and talk about it more in an upcoming story, rather than describe it in one or two sentences, as I usually do. I understand that a lot of stuff has to be left to the imagination, but one of my goals is to be slightly more descriptive in my stories.

Thank you, glad you loved it!

I definitely agree. Thank you for the feedback!

I am as well, which is why I think I'll stick to that format, but maybe write a little more detail on her, ah, posterior, as it were.

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Also, I'm getting a ton of requests for more lower-half weight gain, is that a thing people on here really want to see as well? I'm trying to gauge the interest in it.

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Yeah, I struggled with the ending for this one. I feel like everyone is being nice to me about the ending and not telling me how awful I actually am... HAHAHA BUT THAT'S CRAZY RIGHT

http://jerkajerk.deviantart.com/gallery/42317960 I just finished up this series, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about the ending. I would absolutely LOVE some feedback on it, positive or negative.

22, Grand Rapids. This weather is beyond ridiculous... half a foot of snow and then highs in the upper 40's.

I wrote one once: http://jerkajerk.deviantart.com/gallery/39520945

Girl quits making fetish videos to further her education: Gets called a no class trashy money whore. The plain and simple of it is that she was in it for money, to utilize her goals, which apparently was to further her education, which could very well be exactly WHY she decided to hit so many fetishes at once. "It's not a glamorous life, and while I appreciate having had the experience, I'm simply done."- From her formspring. She did it to become a social worker. If you think that's stupid and trashy and no class, then bully for you. But she wasn't in it to become famous, it was a means to an end, just like everything else that anyone else ever does on the planet for money. EDIT: This topic should probably get moved to the Abyss now, also, probably.

Seven months into the relationship, Ben's required lab time was fulfilled, and he graduated from his college. His apartment had been through the school, so he was stuck with a dilemma: moving back home was technically an option, but his family lived in Vermont, and he couldn't bear to be so far away from Nicole. He could try to find a house around town, but anything within his price range was located far, far away, and with the cost of gas, he wouldn't be able to visit Nicole at all. On top of that, he had no job, meaning his meager wages from his lab work would be all he had left, and they were diminishing quickly due to outstanding student loans. Nicole offered a third option: to move in with her. Her job at the lab wasn't temporary, and due to the excellent results of the lab and the amazing output of her lab assistants, she had received a permanent raise, meaning she could easily support them both. For the first few weeks, Ben lived at her apartment, waiting eagerly for her to come home while he skimmed the Internet for job openings. He also passed his time by taking up baking: Nicole had taught him quite a lot over the past months, and he put his skills to work, his confections all ending up in the same place: Nicole's stomach. Finally, he was able to secure a job at the local hospital, running lab tests. The pay wasn't much, but he received free health coverage and the hours were almost the same as Nicole's, meaning they got to spend all of their free time together. On their first anniversary of their dating, Ben had something special planned. Nicole had hit a weight of 246 pounds, and he planned on pushing her past 250 that very night. Ben took the day off and as soon as Nicole went to work, he got to work. His first priority was calling Nicole's favorite restaurant, where they made Gelato every single morning for the day. Ordering a tub of Nicole's favorite flavor, he stopped by and picked it up, tipping generously. His next stop was to the pier, to buy fresh seafood. Finally, he stopped by the grocery store, leaving with a shopping cart bulging with various items. His grin reached from ear to ear as he drove home, and it was all he could to prevent himself from rubbing his hands together and laughing like a maniac. ----- That day felt like one of the longest for Nicole. She was certain that Ben had something massive planned: they didn't even go out to her favorite breakfast buffet, despite her begging. Anticipating her anniversary plans with her boyfriend, she neglected to eat a large lunch (only three slices of pizza, a giant cookie, and a Dr. Pepper: barely a third of what she usually put away at lunch), and by the time she drove home, her stomach was constantly growling, unused to being empty for such a long period. She had become completely spoiled by Ben, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Putting her car into park, she heaved her hefty body out of her compact car, noticing just difficult it had become. When she drove her tummy touched the steering wheel if she breathed out all the way, so she had to suck it in while driving, which she hated to do. As she stood, she dropped her keys. Swearing under her breath, she bent down, hearing her size Large skirt groan in protest, the seams barely holding on under the sudden surge of pressure from her fattened body. Standing back up, she slammed her door shut, before making her way to the door. As the door swung open, she was overtaken by a wave of smells, tickling her nostrils and making her salivate in anticipation. Believing herself to be unheard, she slowly removed her slip-on shoes, attempting to sneak into the kitchen and surprise her boyfriend. However, the second step she took caused a loud creak to emanate from the floorboards: something that had just started happening with her latest 15 pounds. Slapping her hand to her forehead, she groaned exaggeratedly as her boyfriend popped out from the kitchen. "A-ha! Thought you could sneak up on me, didja?" He laughed, running up to his girlfriend and wrapping his arms around her, sinking into her doughy form. She giggled as he began kissing her neck, working his way up to her cheek and finally her mouth, kissing her long and hard for several seconds before pulling away. He put a hand over her eyes, grabbing her waist with his other hand and leading her to the bedroom. "No peeking! I've been working on your surprise all day, and I don't want you to ruin it! Stay here for a moment, and we'll begin." He ignored her protests and claims of starvation, giggling like a madman and running out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Nicole sighed, stripping down to her underwear and bra, before lying on the bed. She looked over her almost naked body, her hands slowly exploring her mass. She loved every single inch of herself, from her massive tits to her swollen potbelly, even her jiggly thighs and massive ass. What had started as a simple exercise of culinary freedom had opened Nicole's eyes to who she truly was: a fat girl who had been denied her wishes for much too long. Rubbing her belly to relieve her hunger pains, she let out a loud whine, hoping Ben would hear her and hurry up. She jiggled her belly roughly, trying to distract herself. She knew it was rather narcissistic of herself, but her expanding body tended to turn her on. Ben was amazing, obviously, but there was something she loved about how fat she had become. Obviously, being stuffed turned her on to no end, but her body had slowly evolved into something that raised sexual feelings within her as well. As she admired her enormous breasts, oozing out of her bra, she began to feel heat creeping up her face, and her body began to tingle… Ben opened the door, pushing in a cart that he bought that day, loaded on all three levels with a copious amount of food, to discover his girlfriend with one breast out of her bra, the nipple in her mouth, and her right hand down her panties. She let out a loud gasp at her boyfriend's entrance, immediately blushing at being caught in the act. "Jeeze, you really couldn't wait until after you ate?" Ben laughed, becoming slightly aroused at the sight of his fat girlfriend pleasuring herself on the bed. "Well, since you're going to be like that, I guess I'll just wheel this food right back out…" He teased, knowing how flustered she would get at the thought of all that food walking right back out the door. "Ben! Don't tease. Get your butt over here, and feed your starving girlfriend." She pouted, propping herself up against the backboard of the bed. She giggled and cooed as Ben pulled the cart back towards her, placing it on the side of the bed before hopping onto it with her. He sat on her thighs, pulling the first plate off the cart: a massive serving of fried fish. "Oooh, where'd you pick that up?" She inquired as he put the first piece in her mouth, causing her to moan with delight. "Believe it or not, I made it myself. I drove all over the town today, picking up all sorts of food before coming home and preparing it all myself. I got this fish down at the shore, before filleting it and frying it myself. Is it good?" He asked hesitantly. Despite dating Nicole for a year, he was still slightly intimidated by her. Her beauty, combined with her amazing personality, still seemed too amazing to be true to him. Nicole responded by grabbing the next piece off the plate herself, jamming it into her mouth after dipping it in the bowl of vinegar Ben had set beside it. "Hey, I thought I was supposed to be feeding you!" He jokingly said. "If you wanna feed me you're going to have to be faster, I've barely fed my hungry tummy all day!" She said dramatically, placing the back of her hand against her head in an attempt to look like a flustered maiden. Within no time, the plate of hot fish was gone, and the next plate was brought forward: a large bowl of clam chowder, which was gently pressed against her lips and leaned forward. Nicole gladly guzzled it down, finishing the 16 oz bowl of soup in mere minutes. Then came the plate of home made rolls, lightly buttered. Then a double cheeseburger with bleu cheese, each hand pressed patty weighing a half-pound. Then potato wedges, lightly basted with oil and sprinkled with pepper. A short wine break, complete with a tray of fancy cheeses. "How many plates is there, Ben? I'm still feeling hungry…" Nicole asked, playfully rubbing her stomach. "You know how much I can eat, I hope you weren't unprepared!" she teased. "Nicole, that was only the top shelf of the cart. You still have two more shelves to go." Ben responded with a smile. Nicole's cockiness faltered a bit- despite her enormous appetite, she wasn't sure if she could handle two more rounds of feeding in the same fashion as the first. She nervously let out a burp, before motioning to the cart once more. "Bring it on, love." ----- "Ben, you –urp! - Really know how to spoil a girl. I mean… Seriously. This was the best anniversary ever. Well, it's my first anniversary, but –urrrp! - It was great." Nicole's stomach stuck straight out from the intense amount of food inside it, and it felt almost firm to the touch. Every movement caused another belch to erupt out of her. Not only was she stuffed; she was horny as ever, her panties practically soaked through. Throughout the stuffing Ben had slowly stripped, finally ending up in just his boxers. His skinny frame looked even smaller compared to Nicole's gorged, fat body. "It's not over yet, Nicole…" He said with a sly grin, his hands lightly rubbing her engorged gut, slowly coaxing burps out of her massive form. Nicole felt her tummy groan, and let out a soft moan at the thought of eating more. "I'm not sure, Ben… I'm really fully. I mean… I'm stuff- BURAAAP!" Nicole was cut off by her biggest belch of the night. Ben's face fell, but he had an idea. "Just let me show you what I got. If you don't want it you don't have to eat it, I promise." He said with a soft smile. Nicole closed her eyes for a moment, before slowly nodding her head. "Fine. But no –hic- promises." She said, letting out another moan. Ben ran out of the room, Nicole giggling at his eagerness. "What am I going to do with this guy?" She muttered aloud, her tummy gurgling happily from her feast. Her eyes widened when she saw Ben stagger in with a massive, brown cardboard tube, almost as large in circumference as his arm length. "Ben… Oh, Ben… You didn't really… You bought an entire container of Irish Crème gelato! Oh, my goo-urrp!" Nicole was struggling to make a decision. She didn't want to overdo things, but Irish Crème gelato was her absolute favorite in the world. "Ugh, fine! Get over here. But I'm feeding myself… Urrrrp." He lugged the container over, placing it on the bed beside her and handing her the massive spoon he had brought with him. "Well, what am I supposed to do while you eat, hmmm?" Ben asked, hoping she would say what he was thinking. To accentuate his point, he slyly removed his erection from his boxers, watching her eyes widen at the sight. "I think you know the answer to that. Get your scrawny butt over here!" Nicole demanded, before shoveling a spoon of the gelato into her mouth. Ben's boxers were off in a second, and Nicole's panties soon followed. "Before you start, I need to readjust." Nicole slowly scooted herself until she was lying parallel with the backboard of her bed, her chubby thighs hanging off the edge of the bed. Propping her head up on her pillows, she deftly removed her bra (well, as deftly as a fat, overstuffed, blindingly horny woman could), and resumed shoveling gelato into her face. Ben placed his hands on her hips, entering her with his hard cock, enjoying the feeling of his hands sinking into her fat thighs. He went slowly at first, but was unable to maintain the slow pace for long, beginning to thrust harder and faster. As he did so, his glutted girlfriend began shoveling her dairy treat into her mouth at a rapider pace, her belly bouncing slightly from the pounding she was receiving down below. Within moments, however, she was beginning to lose control. Her titanic tummy jiggled and sloshed along with her tits as Ben roughly fucked her, and she was finding it hard to navigate the spoon to her mouth. Giving up, she threw the spoon aside, scooping her hand into the container and pulling out a mass of sticky, sweet goodness. Gasping at how cold it was, Nicole quickly thrust her hand into her mouth, before going back for another scoop. Belching loudly from the constant movement of her stuffed belly, she shoveled more and more gelato inside herself, her other hand teasing her nipples on her ever growing breasts. Within minutes, Nicole was a sticky mess, nearly comatose from the amount of food inside her, and beside herself with pleasure. Coming from her mouth was nothing but a garbled mix of belches, moans, and sexually charged comments about Ben, her fat form, and how horny she was. Unable to think clearly, bother of her hands dug into her prized tub of gelato, sticky waterfalls of the treat cascading down her hands and onto her body and the bed as she glutted herself. Loosing patience, she grabbed the tub with both hands, barely noticing how light it had become. Tipping it towards herself, she looked in, seeing a sloshing sea of delight. The only thoughts filling her mind were stuffing more into her growing body, while Ben stuffed himself deep inside her. Attempting to navigate the gelato tub towards her mouth, her tongue reached out in a desperate attempt to lap up some of the gelato, before Nicole felt the beginning signs of an orgasm begin to course through her. She was only barely able to set the massive cardboard tub upright before her body spasmed hard, a low moan growing into a shriek of carnal pleasure. Ben was overcome with the amazing sight of his massive, stuffed girlfriend, covered with sticky gelato, and the feeling of her pussy clenching on his cock as she orgasmed, leading to his inevitable orgasm as well. After a few moments of post orgasm ecstasy, Ben flopped onto the side of his engorged girlfriend. Her belly rose and fell with every slow breath Nicole took, the belches coming constantly from her gelato-ringed mouth. "You know, Nicole… We can't sleep in this bed when it's covered in gelato. We're gonna have to move you at some point." Nicole wasn't able to speak for a moment. Her stomach had been pushed well beyond its limit, and she felt slightly sick as she lay there, attempting to burp away the pain. Every breath felt labored due to the incredible pressure of her expanded stomach, and talking seemed almost impossible. "Just… give me… an hour… or tw-URRRRP!-two. Then… I'll move." She said, as tears began to roll down her face. Worried, Ben immediately sat up next to his sticky, stuffed girlfriend. "What's wrong Nicole? Are you all right? I-" He was cut off as Nicole put a sticky hand to his mouth, her eyes closed. "I'm –urrrp- fine… I just… love you… so much." She gasped, her belly feeling like a lead weight on top of her. She attempted to roll to her side, only to find that the massive dome before her prevented her from moving. She giggled before wincing, looking at her boyfriend, who had also teared up. "Well, I was going to wait until you recovered a bit, but um…" He turned around, fumbling at the cart for a moment before turning back to face Nicole, his hand enclosed over something. "Nicole…" He said, getting down on one knee, still naked and covered in gelato, his face still flushed from the previous activities. "Would you make me the happiest man on Earth, and marry me?" Despite how nervous he was, Ben made sure to not stutter. Despite the ridiculous scenario they were currently in, he wanted his words to come out perfectly. "Oh… Ben! Yes!" She exclaimed, giggling happily despite her current state. "But… I'll wait to put the ring on until later… I'm still kind of sticky."

One hour later, Ben and Nicole were at a table at an upscale Italian restaurant a few blocks from Nicole's place. Ben had followed Nicole home, where she had parked and then ridden with him to the restaurant, so she didn't have to follow him around town. As they chatted over wine while waiting for their food, they found they had a lot in common; much more than anyone Nicole had ever met before. They both adored action movies, they had the same taste in music (Nicole was convinced she'd never meet anyone else who enjoyed listening to Zero Boys), and they even had the same favorite food: Fettuccine Alfredo. Ben ordered his plain; Nicole got shrimp in hers, along with a side of Bruschetta. Nicole had devoured over half of the Bruschetta, but every time she offered Ben any, he declined, stating over and over that it was her dish and she should eat it. Nicole had to admit; it was a little odd having so much in common, after spending most of her life as a loner. Ben seemed like a genuine, caring guy, and he had a great sense of humor: over half of their time together, Nicole had been smiling or laughing. Ben was nervous at first, but quickly had figured out what kind of person Nicole was, and realized that he could be himself around her. She was very quiet but everything she said was very well spoken, as if she carefully thought out every sentence. At work, she was a quiet, nice boss, only helping people if they asked for it, never intruding on anyone's workspace. Outside of work she was absolutely charming. They discussed all their favorite movies and bands while they waited for their food, Ben encouraging Nicole to eat her appetizer. Mentally, he tried to determine how many calories she would be consuming just from the Bruschetta, but gave up after a short while. Although he found her very attractive, he found himself greatly enjoying her company, to the point where he desired to be close to her for more than just her body. He smiled brightly as Nicole laughed at something he said, noticing just how beautiful she looked as she laughed. Their conversation was interrupted as the server brought out their plates. Ben had picked this particular restaurant as a sort of test for Nicole: the portions were absolutely massive. Despite sitting at an average sized table for two, the plates took up almost the entire table, barely leaving room for the candle and their two glasses of wine. Nicole gasped at the size of the plates, her eyes lighting up at the smell of the rich, creamy pasta. "These are definitely bigger than I expected…" She said, feeling the familiar tugging feeling in her lower stomach that she had discovered over the weekend: the beginning signs of arousal. However, she mentally scolded herself as soon as she said it. She was on a date, after all, she couldn't gorge herself in front of Ben. He seemed like a really sweet guy, to the point where Nicole found herself seriously considering dating him, if he asked. It was a new feeling, the second one she had discovered in less than four days, and it made her incredibly happy. Determined to be on her best behavior, she jabbed at her plate, only rolling two noodles onto her fork, gently blowing on them to cool them quickly. "Well, that's why I picked it. I was pretty hungry myself and our lunch break was almost 8 hours ago, so I figured you could use some food as well. Don't worry, whatever you can't finish, they'll bag it up for you to take home! I've never been able to finish a bowl of pasta here, myself. Still, don't feel like you shouldn't try. Dig in!" Ben encouraged, trying to be subtle in his hinting. He really wanted to see Nicole get her fill of food, and then some, but didn't want to appear creepy by pushing too hard. "Well… If you say so. I'll eat enough, don't you worry. Besides, I already ate all that Bruschetta, remember?" She said with a small laugh. However, the Bruscetta wasn't even close to filling her up. Despite it being a rather large portion, it paled in comparison to Nicole's usual serving sizes, especially on nights when she binged. "That's true. Still, don't hold back. I always appreciate a girl who can eat." Ben said, quickly realizing how ridiculous that said. He gave her a smile to show he was being sincere, which she returned, before lowering her head and cramming a massive forkful of pasta into her mouth. After several exaggerated gulps, she raised her eyes to meet his, Alfredo sauce smeared all over her face. "You mean like that?" Nicole asked, giggling. The wine was beginning to get to her, and she mentally noted not to drink anymore, hoping to not embarrass herself too much in front of Ben. Despite Ben giving a hearty, genuine laugh at her antics, she quickly wiped her face off and resumed eating normal portions. However, it became apparent through the meal that Ben was serious when he said he enjoyed a girl who could eat, as he seemed to constantly be encouraging Nicole to keep eating. Ben was unsure of why he was being so pushy; after all, most girls didn't enjoy overeating in fear of ruining their figure. However, Nicole seemed to take his encouragement well, keeping a constant mouthful of pasta twirled on her fork as she ate, inserting it into her mouth whenever she wasn't speaking or laughing. Ben knew he should stop encouraging her gorging before she got weirded out, but part of him didn't want to because it seemed dishonest: he found bigger girls beautiful and if he kept it from Nicole now, it would definitely come up at some point in the future. ----- Leaning back in her chair, Nicole covered her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she repressed a belch. She had eaten her entire bowl of pasta, much to Ben's apparent enjoyment. She was very perceptive of how Ben looked at her as she ate, and Nicole was fairly certain that Ben had actually enjoyed watching her glut herself. That being said, Nicole was almost positive she was developing feelings for Ben. Tonight was the most fun she had had in years with someone, and part of her never wanted it to end. Ben ordered another glass of wine for the two of them, and a container for his Alfredo: he had barely eaten half his plate. Nicole reached for her purse, but Ben stopped her immediately, insisting on paying. After twenty minutes of sipping their wine and digesting, Ben offered to drive Nicole home. She gratefully accepted and they walked out to his car, still talking and laughing, Nicole feeling closer to him than she had ever felt to another person. At Nicole's apartment, Ben asked if she would like to walk down to the beach to watch the sun set, and Nicole eagerly agreed. As they walked, Ben noticed how close Nicole was walking to him: their arms brushed almost regularly. Without even thinking, he felt his fingers reach for Nicole's, who quickly took the hint, and intertwined with his. They walked, hand in hand, to the beach, kicking off their shoes and walking barefoot along the sand as the sky turned from blue to orange with the setting sun. "This has honestly been an amazing night, Ben, and I'd really love to do it again. You're a sweet guy." Nicole said softly. Ben blushed hard at the compliment, unsure of what to say, but his reaction was all Nicole needed. They walked along the shore, feeling the water rush over their feet, and in that moment, Nicole knew with all her heart for the first time that moving to California was the best decision she ever made. ----- It had been exactly one year since Nicole and Ben went on their first date. After a month of officially dating, Nicole had confronted Ben, asking how he felt about her body which was constantly growing, due in no small part to his contributions. He came clean then and there, and Nicole had kissed him harder than ever at his embarrassed admittance. From that point on, their private life consisted of nothing but food, Nicole's limits being pushed farther every day, along with the numbers on her scale growing ever higher. A mere five months into their relationship, Nicole hit 200 pounds. She was a completely new woman: nothing but her still slim face resembled the "old" Nicole. Her breasts had grown to an enormous F cup, meaning there was more than enough boob for both her and Ben to enjoy. Her pants grew tighter and tighter, until she was officially a size Large, and Ben had zero complaints about her newly chubby thighs and massive ass. However, her stomach took the brunt of her quickly added pounds, bulging outwards even when she wasn't stuffed (which was a very rare occurrence). Even at the lab, she was constantly full: Ben and her would often meet up for a massive breakfast before heading to work. Food wasn't permitted in the lab, so by the time lunch rolled around Nicole's stomach was often growling constantly, and loudly enough for the other lab assistants to hear. They teased Ben for dating Nicole, but their harsh words bounced off like pellets from a toy rifle: he was in Heaven, as was Nicole. Lunch consisted of leftovers from the previous nights feast that they would prepare together at each other's apartments, alternating the location every night.

The credits rolled onscreen as Nicole lay on the couch, hiccupping. She hadn't managed to finish the roast, and almost half of the five-pound meat laid on the plate. Similarly, the mashed potatoes sat unfinished, but not for a lack of trying. After her first two plates, Nicole had made up a little drinking game: every time someone said fuck, she'd take a shot of vodka. She had invented the game halfway through the film but still ended up taking almost 11 shots, and was absolutely beside herself. She had begun simply scooping massive portions of the mashed potatoes out of the bowl directly into her mouth, while taking entire slices of roast beef and rolling them into a tube, so she could eat them in two bites. Attempting to sit up just caused her pain, eliciting a brief yelp of shock as her now tight gym shorts cut into her distended stomach. Flopping back down into a laying position, Nicole belched loudly, her hands rubbing her dome of a stomach. Oddly enough, Nicole thought through her drunken stupor, being stuffed was starting to take on a different sort of feeling. Before, she had just felt elated to finally eat whatever she wished, and her gorging was her own personal symbol of her freedom. But now, as she lay on her couch, her tight tank top rolled up beneath her massive breasts, she felt a new sort of carnal pleasure. Her entire body felt as though it was surging with electricity, and she felt herself burp once more as she slowly became aroused. Her nipples hardened under her now stained top, and her hand that she was rubbing her stomach with slowly started inching lower down her belly. Without entirely realizing what she was doing, Nicole slid her left hand down the front of her gym shorts, surprising herself with just how wet she had become. As she slowly began to tease herself, her right hand rested on the top of her protruding stomach, before sliding upwards, moving itself under her tank top. She gently squeezed her left breast, moaning as she realized how sensitive they had become. She began to squeeze a little harder, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers as her right hand began moving much faster, eliciting even more moans from between her food-stained lips. Nicole pulled her tank top upwards, leaning forward and pausing briefly from her sexual activities to remove it completely. She attempted to do the same with her shorts but in her drunken state was unable to figure out a way to do so without disturbing her stuffed belly. Lying back down, she plunged her right hand back into her shorts, resuming her sexual escapade, squirming on the couch in delight as the sensations began to take over. Carelessly throwing her left hand out, she felt it come in contact with something wet and slightly sticky: the cake. Glancing over, she let out a groan; the cake looked so amazing but she already was stuffed to the point of bursting. However, her inebriation led her to the following rationalization: if being stuffed felt amazing, then eating even more was sure to increase her pleasure. Biting her lower lip, she maneuvered her right hand towards her mouth, slowly licking the chocolaty frosting off her hand, gasping at how amazing it tasted. As her right hand continued its task, Nicole's left hand was busy scooping out large chunks of the massive cake and guiding them to her mouth. Each time she licked her hand completely clean before letting out a loud moan. Every single morsel that passed through her lips seemed to make her stomach expand even more, and she loved every second of it. Lying on the couch, jiggling up and down on her back, Nicole was a mess of chocolate and chub. Her breasts wobbled like overfilled water balloons as she stuffed herself with one hand and fucked herself with the other. After what felt like a lifetime but was really only 14 minutes, the entirety of the chocolate cake was inside of Nicole. Belching from the constant stuffing and rocking motion of her body, Nicole roughly grabbed her breasts yet again, squeezing and pinching them as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her moans of pure delight were punctuated almost regularly with belches before, with a crescendo of screams, she came; hard. Rolling around on her back, she gasped and moaned, trying not to jostle her stomach too much as her entire body was overtaken by the rush of adrenaline, amplified by the copious amount of alcohol within her system. Five minutes later, Nicole was finally calmed down, her drunkenness slightly lowered by the bout of physical exertion. Still burping every few moments from overly full tummy, she gazed down, admiring her body. Her large breasts fell slightly to the sides, and were absolutely dwarfed by her massively bloated gut. Giving it a loving rub with both hands, she pondered how she was going to be able to get off the couch. What Nicole really wanted to do was fall asleep there, but that would require her wasting all of her leftovers. The thought of wasting food motivated her enough to struggle her way off the couch, eventually rotating her body enough to slide her legs off and rise unsteadily to her feet. Being careful not to make an even bigger mess, she stepped outside the area of her wooden floor that was now coated in crumbs from her cake, and grabbed the massive bowl of potatoes, slowly making her way to the kitchen. She returned for the plate with the roast, and finally the empty platter, which once housed her masterpiece of a cake, along with her half empty bottle of vodka. Wrapping the roast and the potatoes with plastic wrap and placing them in the oven, she left the platter full of crumbs on the counter, along with the vodka, vowing to clean them up the next morning. It was, after all, only Friday: she had a whole weekend to herself. ----- Monday morning, Nicole cursed loudly before slapping the side of her dresser, frustrated. She had been going through her drawer, searching desperately for underwear that fit her. Every single pair of panties she owned refused to stretch over her newly plumped derrière, and made ominous popping noises as the threads began to give away. Furthermore, all of her bras caused her swollen breasts to hurt, pressing hard into her tits and causing flesh to ooze out everywhere. She stomped her feet in a childish way, causing her naked body to jiggle for a few seconds. After her newly discovered stuffing fetish, the weekend had passed in a whirlwind of foods. Nicole had been indulging since she had moved out to California already, but now she had a constant urge to go above and beyond eating a lot: she wanted to gorge, to fill herself to the brim, almost bursting from the calorific symphony of sweets and fats entering her body. The leftovers had been gone before noon on Saturday, and after devouring two trays worth of cookies, a gallon of ice cream, and an entire box of spaghetti with shredded Parmesan, she had begun ordering take out. Chinese, pizza, even fast food was available for delivery, and she had a deliveryman at her doorstep almost hourly for the remainder of the weekend. However, she had been naked the entire time, answering the door in just her robe. Part of her delight when it came to stuffing herself was exploring her expanded body, feeling every new inch of fat she had, accentuated by her distended stomach. However, now she was suffering the consequences: the constant barrage of calories and fat had caused her to outgrow her clothes. Her stomach, still bloated from the endless weekend gorge, stuck out beyond her sizable breasts, even though she had not eaten for several hours. Her worry increased when she realized that her lab coat, which hadn't fit properly for almost a whole week already, would now be undoubtedly too small for her much larger body. Sighing to herself, she grabbed her cell phone off her dresser, calling her boss. "Hey, Mr. Donner? Oh, sorry. Richard it is, then. Yeah, listen, I'm really not feeling well this morning, and I- Yeah, if it's not an issue… Yes sir, thank you! I really appreciate it. I already called my doctor, he said it sounds like twenty-four hour flu; I should be fine by tomorrow. Yes, lots of rest for me today. I've got it. Thank you again, Richard. Yes, you too. See you tomorrow." Nicole sighed as she put down her phone. That solved the issue of being late to work, but now she had to squeeze herself into something long enough to get to a store and back. Absent-mindedly rubbing her pooch of a stomach, she bent over yet again, desperately searching for something to wear. ----- Stepping out of her car, Nicole already felt ridiculously embarrassed. She had been forced to wear an old thong she had bought her senior year on a whim, as it was the only piece of underwear she owned that had enough stretch to it. For pants, she had been forced to squeeze herself into the gym shorts she had been wearing all week, which now stretched taught over her much larger rear. She hadn't be able to wear any of her bras, so she was forced to go braless, wearing a medium-sized sweatshirt that some jock had given her in high school, with a very tight t-shirt underneath. This meant that her first priority was to buy a new bra, so she headed toward the popular women's underwear store within the mall. After a rather awkward measuring session with one of the employees, Nicole left the store a half hour later with several new bras. Three were D-cup (which had fit perfectly), but Nicole had decided to plan ahead, and had bought a few DD-cup, along with an E-cup, which she honestly hoped she wouldn't need. She had also bought a handful of new pairs of panties, all size Medium. All her old panties were Smalls, so she hoped the Mediums would be roomy enough, at least for the time being. After spending way too much money on underwear, she decided it would be smarter to stop into the mall's main department store. Knowing that she was most likely going to head up a size or two in the future, Nicole only bought a few sets of clothing, along with several pairs of very loose sweatpants and workout shorts, which she planned on sleeping in. Finally, as a joke, she bought an Extra Large sized nightgown, in a rather bright shade of pink. Nicole had never been too fond of the color pink, and bought the gown as a visual reminder to herself. "If I ever get THIS big, I'll know it's time to stop", she thought to herself with a smile as she checked out at the register. After paying, she made her way to the bathrooms outside the Department store, changing into her newly acquired clothing. She smiled as she buttoned up her blouse, noticing how loose and roomy it felt; along with how well her jeans fit, despite her belly still being slightly bloated. As she walked towards her car, however, a delicious smell met her nose: the food court. Nicole began to feel a sense of urgency, as if she absolutely needed to have food in her hand right at that moment, which scared her. Was she really becoming that addicted to food? Walking a little faster, she made her way out the automatic doors, sighing with relief as the desperation she had felt at the sight of the food court slowly disappeared. "I've still got control." Nicole reassured herself, climbing into her car. ----- After arriving to work early to snatch a larger lab coat before anyone else arrived, Nicole's day went the same as usual. She was certain no one was aware that she had gained weight. Although in High School she had never cared what people thought of her, now that she was beginning to find sexual pleasure in her post-work activities, she felt somewhat ashamed of her new, larger body. Part of her knew that it was just her mother's ruthless conditioning over the years, but she was unable to shake the feeling. Finally, the day was done, and the various interns and college students began to shuffle out, one by one. Nicole smiled as the last one left, removing her lab coat and began shutting down the various equipment for the night. However, one student lingered outside the lab, wanting to catch a glimpse of Nicole before she left: Ben. He had noticed immediately that Nicole had switched lab coats, and yearned to see her body without the loose, unflattering white garment. He didn't have to wait long, within ten minutes Nicole was out the door, turning around to lock the door, giving Ben a perfect view of her chubbier bottom. Her jeans were an incredibly good fit, giving her ass a perfect shape. Ben noted that her thighs almost touched, and her chubby body caused a small muffin top. Completely engulfed in the sight of Nicole's rear, Ben jumped suddenly when she turned around, dropping his car keys in the process. The noise and movement scared Nicole, who let out a shout of surprise, dropping her various papers that needed to be delivered to the front desk before she left the building. "Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry Ms. Nicole, I was just waiting for my friend to come out of the bathroom so we could leave, I didn't mean to scare you, here, let me help you pick these up!" Ben gushed, rambling out of embarrassment and shock as he bent down to help Nicole pick up her papers. "It's no problem, I was just startled. Thank you for helping, Ben." Nicole's voice sounded so much gentler in the void of the hallway, compared to how Ben usually heard it: over the drone of various machines and computers within the lab. Nicole opted to squat down on her feet rather than bend over at the waist. This lead to Ben getting a view at her newly expanded stomach bulging hard against her blouse buttons, oozing a few inches over the top of her long skirt. Ben was transfixed on her stomach, hands blindly gliding over the floor as he attempted to find papers by touch. Shaking his head slightly, he returned his attention to the floor, picking up the last of the papers and handing them to Nicole, his hands trembling slightly. "Are you alright Ben? You seem to be shaking… Have you eaten today?" She asked, sounding concerned. "I… No, I haven't gotten a chance to. Would you like to grab something to eat with me?" The words were out before Ben even had a chance to think about it, and he felt himself blush immediately. How stupid could you be, he mentally scolded himself. This is completely inappropriate, she's going to say no and then work is going to be so awkward and I- "You really mean it? I would love to… I honestly haven't had much of a social life since I've moved here, it'd be nice to see someplace that's popular with the locals." Nicole had never been one to say no, it was only her obvious disinterest in dating that caused most guys in High School to back off. Ben was beside himself with joy at how well everything had turned out, and began to walk towards the main desk with Nicole as they worked out details. It took all of Ben's willpower to not skip through the halls. -----

It occurred to me that some people may be unable to view it due to parental settings. With that in mind, I will break the story up and post it here in a few chunks. ----- Nicole wasn't average, in terms of looks. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She was pale, and never bothered tanning, but it didn't matter. Her hair was dark brown, almost shoulder length, very straight, and everyone seemed to love it. It framed her face wonderfully, and she was often complimented on things that seemed odd to her: how perfect her nose was, how wonderfully exquisite her cheekbones were, how wonderful her lips were. And she never understood why. She never wore makeup, but people loved her face just the same. Her body received just as much attention. She was always skinny because she was never allowed anything other than basic grains and vegetables in her household. At school she always brought a packed lunch, and by high school every guy that met her hit on her. She was constantly asked out. She suspected it was because of her perfect waist, her modestly sized breasts (30C, they hadn't changed since 9th grade), or her toned ass. She always turned them down. It seemed so insincere to her, to approach someone because of their physical shape. She wasn't a dumb girl; in fact she was astoundingly smart. But she was never complimented for that, only for her body. On her 22nd birthday, she decided to move out. She had opted to go to a community college near her house so she didn't have to pay rent, and as such she had maintained the same figure. But now she had reason to leave, and the means to as well: she had been hired by a very large pharmaceutical corp. as an "Upper Level Lab Management and Supervisor". She was flattered, and despite never meeting anyone from the company in person, she had received the job just the same. The offer had stood as follows: "a 67k salary a year, a 3k a month living and accommodation wage, and a company car, all in exchange for moving to Santa Barbara, California. Nicole was thrilled, and eagerly accepted. Within the first week she had found an absolutely wonderful apartment to rent, fully furnished, for $1,700 a month. She moved in that day, and was thrilled. The beach was within walking distance, she had a wonderful job in her field, and most importantly of all, she was finally free to do whatever she wanted! The people she worked with were all younger interns, fully set on maintaining a sincere level of professional courtesy, never hitting on her. Furthermore, they all were required to wear rather unflattering lab coats, which meant nobody could lust over her "perfect" figure anymore. And lab goggles were certainly not at the top of the list of "Sexy things for ladies to wear". And so, Nicole was happy. Sitting on her plush couch, she sipped at a glass of wine she had bought while out enjoying the sites in her new hometown. She had also stopped in an assortment of stores and bought a plethora of goodies that she had never tried before, and a few she had never even heard of. Drinking a little faster, she set down her now empty wine glass and opened the first bag, pulling out a rather large pastry the baker had called a Profiterole, or a cream puff. It was massive, big enough that she had to use two hands to take it out of it's paper prison. Giggling as she realized the wine had already gone to her head, she raised the pastry up to her mouth, unsure of how to eat it. Realizing she was alone and completely free of judgment, she mashed the puff into her mouth, biting off a massive chunk, her cheeks bulging comically as she attempted to chew the mass of dough and custard within her mouth. After a few moments of chewing, she was able to take another bite, this time maintaining a semblance of dignity. Five minutes later the huge pastry was gone, crumbs littering the table and the lap of Nicole's pajama pants. Standing up and stretching her arms above her head, she grabbed her wine glass and waltzed into her kitchen, pouring herself another bottle of wine. After enjoying another sip, she opened her fridge, pulling out another treat she had picked up today: a massive serving of authentic Italian fettuccine Alfredo. Rubbing light circles on her stomach, she smiled in anticipation, placing the Styrofoam package, weighty with pasta and thick sauce, into her microwave. Her smile turned into a frown as she recalled the last (and only) time she had the delicious pasta. In her elementary school, Nicole only had one friend. His name was Howard, but she always called him Wardy because she thought it was funny. They would play together every day at recess, and one day Wardy's mother invited Nicole over to play after school. Nicole's mother had said yes, under one condition: Nicole was to swear to not eat any junk food whatsoever. After a firm lecture on the dangers of getting fat ("No one will ever love you! They'll think you're a disgusting girl who has no self control!"), Nicole's mother hesitantly agreed to let her play at Wardy's house. For dinner, Wardy's mother had made the very dish she was about to eat: fettuccine Alfredo. Nicole was served a large bowl, complete with a massive piece of garlic bread. At first, she was afraid, remembering her mother's words, but the smell of the food was so incredible, she just couldn't resist. After the first bite, she was like a little girl unleashed: she shoveled spoonful after spoonful of the thick, delicious pasta into her mouth, eating like she hadn't eaten in months. She devoured the entire bowl in less than five minutes, and politely asked for seconds, which Wardy's mother politely gave her. Afterwards she had felt so sick she had to lie on the couch, and when her mother picked her up, she knew she was in trouble by the look on her face. The entire car ride home had been nothing but screaming, as Nicole cowered in her seat, the tears rolling down her face... The microwave beeped loudly, waking her from her memories. Pulling out the steaming pasta, she forgot how heavy it was, almost spilling it all over the floor. Luckily, she only spilled a handful of noodles onto the counter. Placing the container down, she went to grab a towel, before her eyes were drawn back to the noodles. She was safe, now. She could do whatever she wanted. Giggling, she scooped the noodles off the clean counter and dropped them into her mouth, her giggles turning to a moan of pleasure and surprise at how delicious the pasta dish was: it was better than she remembered, and then some. Grabbing a fork and her wine glass (which she finished off and refilled for the third time that night), she sauntered out to the living room once again, flicking on the television. Some film from when she was a child (once again recalling her mother's ban on "any of that Hollywood drivel), she settled into the couch and began to eat. Her stomach reacted happily to the pasta, and she began a very simple rhythm: spool up as much pasta as possible onto her fork, cram it into her mouth, and repeat the spooling process while she chewed. It took her about a half hour, but the near-two pound container of pasta was inside her stomach. Moaning less out of pleasure and more out of pain, she began to push her hands into her stomach gently, trying to relieve the massive pressure within. She knew she had overeaten, despite only feeling truly stuffed once or twice in her life. As she attempted to soothe her aching stomach, she felt a new sensation; one unfamiliar to her. It almost felt like her stomach was bubbling, and it rose within her chest until, with a startled jump, she belched for the first time in her life. Of course, to call it a true belch would be like calling a canary a hawk: it was more of a petite burp, almost a hiccup. Still, it was a new sensation to Nicole. Despite her initial shock, she realized that it had eased her stomach, and so, she repeated her stomach rubbing process until she was able to produce another, and then another, and yet another. Finally, she felt less sick, although she was still painfully full. Despite her yearning to eat more of the delicious feast she had purchased for herself, she knew it would have to wait for another night. Pushing herself off the couch, she felt yet another foreign sensation. Looking down past her breasts, she saw that her stomach was actually bloated, forming a rather small convex dome outwards, due to the massive amount of food she had ingested. She gave it an experimental poke, feeling the relative firmness of her stuffed tummy. Although she wasn't sure why, Nicole enjoyed it; like some sort of wild pleasure that she had never gotten to experience before. ----- Although Nicole's colleagues were quiet and respectful to her in the workplace, that didn't mean they acted that way outside of it. It was around 10:30 PM, and two of her coworkers, a pair of college students named Terry and Ben, were at a bar together. It was a quiet place and they spoke about school, sports, before finally settling on work. "Man... Nicole is kinda... Pudging up?" Terry slurred, staring at Ben. He was nursing his fifth beer of the night, and he wasn't exactly the best drinker around. "What are you even talking about? How can you tell, we all wear those stupid lab coats all the time, and Nicole is always the last one to leave. It's not like we could tell unless she put on like, fifty pounds, and then she'd have to get a new lab coat. And then we'd definitely notice..." Ben trailed off, thinking about Nicole. He found her very attractive, to be sure, but he also had a bit of a thing for heavier girls, which Nicole clearly was not. "I just call 'em like I see 'em, and that chick is pudgin' up. I watched her bend over the other day and it looked like her lab coat was about to rip at her ass. She's gaining weight, dude." He let out a laugh, before flagging down the bartender for another beer. Ben was lost in thought at the idea of Nicole tearing out of her lab coat, and her getting fatter and fatter... ----- Nicole inhaled deeply, enjoying the aroma of the various foods cooking in her kitchen. After her first week of trying various eateries around town, she decided to start cooking herself. After all, it was getting rather expensive dining around in her upscale California neighborhood, so she had used her first paycheck to buy various cooking tools, from pots and pans to cutting boards. The next step was to buy the biggest cookbook she could find, along with a massive amount of basic ingredients and spices. Currently, she had a massive roast in the oven, seasoned with various spices and a sauce of red wine. On the stove sat a massive pot of potatoes, boiling and almost ready to be mashed. On the cooling rack were two separate layers of a cake, for which she was currently making the frosting: chocolate, of course. She had added a splash of Kahlua to the mix, and was drinking a White Russian as she stirred. She was currently wearing her pajama outfit, which now only consisted of her size small tank top, no bra, and black panties. Her pajama pants had ripped right in the crotch area after only two weeks, which Nicole justified by their age: she had worn them every night for four years, due to her size never changing. However, the real reason was she had gained weight, and quickly. At the moment, her panties were almost ready to split at the seams, and her ass cheeks bulged out the bottom. She had a very pronounced muffin top from the tightness, which she chose to ignore. Despite not wearing a bra, her breasts remained perky as ever, despite their increased mass: her C-cup bras were very uncomfortable, cutting into her back and doing a very poor job of containing her breasts, which were easily now a D-cup. She jiggled around her kitchen, humming along to the opening credits of Terminator 2, which was playing loudly in the other room. She always felt happiest while she cooked, which was possibly due to the fact that she always drank heavily during the process. She had grown very fond of stuffing her face over the past month, and her new love for cooking had only encouraged her gluttony, leading to her rather rapid weight gain. As she placed the first massive cake piece on a plate and began spreading her Kahlua and chocolate frosting over its soft, spongy top, the buzzer for the roast went off. Grabbing a pair of potholders, she bent over to pull the roast out, only to hear a soft popping noise. Straightening back up, she looked around for the source, which was barely audible over the movie blaring from the other room. Shrugging, she crouched down to pull out the roast, when a louder popping noise was heard, and her panties ripped at the sides, sliding partially down her chubby thighs, leaving her soft ass open to the air. Nicole blushed, glad that she lived alone, before pulling the roast out of the oven, standing up and letting her now destroyed panties fall to the floor. After setting the roast on top of a separate cooling rack, Nicole threw away the ruined underwear. Not wanting to be naked from the waist down, she quickly walked into her room, ignoring the slight jiggle that now coursed through her body as she walked. Pulling on an old, once loose pair of gym shorts (which now fit rather well, even without the drawstring tied), she bustled back to the kitchen to finish frosting her cake and to prepare her potatoes. She chugged down her first White Russian and began to make another, the memory of her ruined panties already fading in her memory. ----- Thirty minutes later, Nicole sat down on her plush leather couch, turning down the movie as she settled in. Before her lay the fruits of her labor: a massive roast, sliced and ready to eat, several pounds of mashed potatoes, and a cake bigger than her head. Nicole couldn't help but giggle from the anticipation: she really had never had a roast in her life, and they always looked so delicious on TV that she knew she had to try her hand at it. Potatoes had quickly become one of her favorite dishes, but she had never tried them mashed before. The white cake with chocolate frosting was a recipe she had made twice in the past month, but she hoped the added Kahlua would increase the taste. After her second White Russian she was feeling a little more than buzzed due to her empty stomach, but from the past month of experiencing food and alcohol together, she knew she would feel almost sober within 20 minutes of her feast. Therefore, she had put away the Kahlua and cream and just brought out her bottle of vodka. Settling into the couch, she loaded up her first plate: three slices of the roast and a massive helping of mashed potatoes. The potatoes had two sticks of butter, a generous helping of salt, a splash of pepper and the tiniest amount of garlic, not to mention roughly four cups of whole milk. Spooning herself a massive scoop, she jammed the weighty serving into her mouth, causing her cheeks to bulge out comically. She moaned through the thick potatoes, feeling her whole body rush with endorphins at the rich, buttery taste of the starchy dish. Swallowing hard, her mouth was barely emptied by the time her hand returned; this time with a chunk of the roast she had spent all evening preparing. She chewed vigorously at the meat, surprised at how tender and easy it was chew, unlike the 16 oz steak she had prepared earlier in the week. The meat just fell apart in her mouth, and she was just as thrilled with the taste. -----