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  1. I do ☺️ I'll pm you my user name now when I can remember what it is haha
  2. Awesome, what would be the best way to contact you so we could discuss it?
  3. Was wondering if anyone was interested in doing a collaboration on a story written via role play? looking for a woman that would be interested in it to get more of a realistic story rather then me as a man attempting to write a woman's character. One thing to be clear about though is that it would be purely as two characters as an experiment, this is NOT looking for some one to role play sexually with (although sex scenes between the two characters being played are not completely off limits as long as they are done tastefully); I am happily in a relationship and am not looking for any emotional connection in doing this nor do I want any pictures sent from either party. The reason for wanting a woman to play the other character is PURELY to try and get a more realistic portrayal of the female character and try out having two different people writing a story. let me know if any one is interested in trying this.
  4. Another instalment, pleas let me know if you are all enjoying this and/or anything you would like to see in the future. Please leave reactions so I know people are enjoying it as it gives me a reason to keep going. “It’s hard, I’m not used to eating in front of people without them commenting about how greedy I am or how much weight I’m going to gain…” “Well trust me, I’m not going to do any of that, I bought this food for us to enjoy not to tease you for eating it.” “Thank you Taran…” Elisa whispered. The night went on, Elisa started to relax a bit and stopped stressing about her weight and appetite. By the end of the night all the food was gone, and Elisa was leant back on her chair rubbing her belly which at this point looked like if she ate any more would pop. Her facial expression was one of content and she kept letting out soft little moans as she her hand moved across her bloated gut. “wow, I have never been this full in my life; and that’s saying something coming from a girl that spends practically all her time eating.” Elisa moaned with a giggle. “I’m not surprised, I didn’t expect you to finish all that food tonight.” I replied laughing. “How could I not? It was all so good! I don’t think I can move though…” Elisa groaned loudly as she tried to sit up failing to move, instead just getting out of breath from the effort. “Need a hand?” I asked laughing at her attempt. “Yea please, I want to lay on your bed, I need lie down to let this food digest.” she replied, instead of helping her up I just scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently; thinking to my self ‘bloody hell, I might be strong but If she keeps eating like this I won’t be able to carry her like that for much longer’ which considering my build and strength was saying something. Elisa’s face when I picked her up turned to an expression of panic and shock, she didn’t do anything to resist though probably primarily due to the fact she was too stuffed to put up any resistance. “I said I wanted help getting up not carrying!” Elisa spoke up once I lay her on the bed. “I know but I bet it would be a struggle for you to even walk at the moment.” “Probably but… I didn’t want you to feel how heavy I am…” Elisa turned a deep red. “Don’t worry about it, I told you I’m not going to tease you didn’t I?” “I know you did but its still embarrassing!” “Elisa, you have eaten to the stage that you had to undo your tunic, continued to eat till your belly is rounder then a ball and were so full you couldn’t stand up; It’s not as if feeling your weight is going to make me judge you suddenly is it?” “Yea now that you mention it you have probably seen me at my worst so I guess it can’t get any worse can it… I mean I have already completely made a pig out of myself in front of you so the last thing I should be embarrassed about is how heavy I feel, its how much of a glutton I am…” “That’s not what I meant!” I exclaimed. “I know… but its still true… oh well at least I know I can’t embarrass myself any more then I already have in front of you.” “You haven’t embarrassed yourself, yes your greedy; yes your a glutton; yes your lazy, but you shouldn’t be embarrassed, not around me. None of those things make me think less of you so why be embarrassed about them?” “They don’t?” “No not at all!” I replied, probably sounding a bit more forceful then I meant to. Elisa looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “I guess then I can just be myself around you without worrying about it then?” “Exactly!” “Thank you… You have no idea how much it means to me to have some one who doesn’t have a go at me for being me… I think all that food is making me sleepy…” Elisa trailed off into a yawn. “I should get back to my room before I fall asleep…” “Do you think you will actually make it?” I asked with a chuckle. “I don’t know… I’m dreading even trying, I don’t want to move.” Elisa grimaced at the thought of getting up and walking. “Then don’t, you can sleep there, ill get my ground mat out of my camping gear and sleep on the floor.” “Really? Thank you Taran.” Elisa quietly replied, her eyes closing. I giggled as she fell asleep into what could only be described as a food coma. Morning came, I woke up long before Elisa so I headed down and purchased a large fried breakfast for her as well as some porridge for myself. I returned to my room, however before I entered I could hear Elisa talking to herself through the door. “Oh hell I really over did it last night… oh fuck look at these new stretch marks! Shit I can’t even get my tunic around me never mind done up!” She mumbled to herself. I knocked on the door to hide the fact I had heard her. “Oh um! Come in!” I entered the room to see her looking a little upset whilst hiding her body behind the duvet. “Hey Elisa, I got us some breakfast.” Her eyes lit up immediately after seeing the large breakfast I had for her. “Oh thank you! Can you bring it over here, I don’t want to get out of bed yet.” she replied eagerly. “Sure, here we go.” I answered handing her the plate, which she started to dig into straight away. “Um… Taran… I know we were meant to go get new clothes for me today but um… I can’t get into my tunic… it was already too tight before I ate last night so…” “Oh right, um well maybe we could get a tailor to come over and fit something for you?” “Really? You would pay for a tailor to come to me?” “Well sure, I mean we don’t have any other option anyway.” I laughed. “You can’t exactly walk into town naked can you!” Elisa laughed with me. “No! I get enough comments about my weight without walking through town with all my chub on show!” I was surprised at how up beat Elisa sounded considering the comment she just made; it was a bit different from last night where every time she mentioned her weight she looked like she was going to cry. “It’s nice to see your not getting down about your weight now at least.” “It’s not so much that… It’s I don’t feel embarrassed about it around you…” “Well that’s good at least. Enjoying your food?” “Yea! Its lovely thank you, I shouldn’t be eating it but you know me, I can’t turn down food.” Elisa laughed whilst munching her fourth sausage. “Right, I’m off to do some quests, I’ll pass the tailor and pay for him to come over and fit some outfits for you on my way.” “You have to go already?” Elisa asked, sounding a little disappointed. “Well I need to make sure we have enough money to fund your appetite.” I replied jokingly. “Well that is important, you can’t let the princess starve can you?” Elisa replied giggling. “Ill be back later, here, have some money for lunch and snacks.” “You really were serious about looking after me weren't you? I think I can get used to this!” Elisa said with a big smile as I left the room. I headed down to the main hall and chose a couple of quests to do that day then popped in to the tailor on rout. “Hello there, can you preform a house call fitting please? I’ll pay up front.” I asked the tailor who was sitting behind his desk looking a little board. “Oh hello there, of course I would be glad to, today's a little slow around here anyway! Is if for yourself sir?” He asked. “No it’s for Elisa, the elven girl staying at the guild hall, she is currently in my room.” I replied giving him my room number. “Oh Elisa, has she outgrown her last set of clothes already? I have never met an elf like her before!” “She is definitely one of a kind.” I laughed. “Nice girl though once you get past her royal attitude, I can see her becoming one of my best customers considering her um… love of food?” The tailor said gingerly, obviously trying to be diplomatic. “Not that there's anything wrong with a girl who enjoys to eat, it was my cooking that gained me my wife and ill admit she is no twig, but that’s not a bad thing in my books.” “I agree!” I laughed. “Except with the fact she will be one of your best customers, that will be me as I am buying her clothes, however your probably right in hinting she will need new clothes fairly often, her appetite is rather large.” “Oh are you together are you?” “Oh no were just friends, well at the moment, I don’t know if that will change. However I can’t not want to look after her and take care of her so that’s why I’m here paying for her new clothes and probably will be in the future.” “I understand don’t worry young man, I will head over there now with a few options for her and my tailoring kit to make sure I can get them to fit her nicely but with a bit of extra room to accommodate her size for at least a little while.” “Thank you.”
  5. Start of a new story, if you enjoy this and want more please let me know; just trying something a bit different and want to know if people enjoy it. The adventurers guild was bustling, plenty of people hanging out and drinking. I had only just arrived in town and was looking to get my permit as quickly as possible, cash was low from the journey out here so starting some quests as soon as possible was my intent. I approached the bar maid and began chatting. “Hey there, I have just come into town and would like to apply for my adventurers permit here in Haven” I stated to the bar made, who was a short slim girl with brown hair. “Oh wonderful!” she replied with a smile. “You will want to talk to Gareth our guild master, He is in his office, follow me.” I followed her instructions and followed her up some stairs and to a large wooden door. She opened the door and signalled for me to enter. Sat behind a wooden desk was a well built man with grey hair and a beard, he looked up from some paper work and smiled. “And you are?” “My name is Taran, I have just arrived here and would like to get a permit to take on quests in the area if possible?” I answered. “Of course, we would be happy to have you on board, have you got lodgings arranged? If not your more then welcome to stay here at the guild hall, there are rooms left; their nothing fancy but it means you have a roof over your head and a bed to sleep in.” “Id appreciate that, it might also give me a chance to get to know the other adventurers hear.” “Yes that would be beneficial to you, there we go, here’s your permit, if you need anything just ask.” “Thank you Master Gareth.” I said leaving his office. I headed down back to the hall where the other adventures were drinking, eating and generally having a good time. I ordered myself an ale at the bar then proceeded to look around for somewhere to sit. It was then I noticed the elf sitting in the corner; now usually elves would not draw my attention… but this one… her long blond hair was not out of the denary for elves, neither was her pale skin, however until now I had never seen an elf that wasn’t slender… She was digging into a rather larger plate of food and obviously enjoying it; her voluptuous body looked a little constricted by her tight green and white elven garments; held closed around her body by four leather straps on her side. I was shocked to see an elf with body fat… and a fair amount of it too. I decided to walk over to her table and try to introduce myself. “Hey, I’m Taran, may I join you?” The elf looked up at me with a look of surprise on her face, with her mouth still full of food, I have to admit she looked adorable. “Uh… well… sure! I’m ummm my name is Elisa!” she stammered whilst beginning to blush. “Nice to meet you, are you an adventurer as well?” “Um… technically yes…” Elise replied quietly. “Technically?” I asked puzzled. “Well I’m registered but… I’ve never been out on a quest…” Elisa replies, looking a little embarrassed. “Oh whys that?” “Well I’m not exactly the kind of person anyone wants to take along on a quest and well… as an enchanter I’m not exactly any good by myself… and to be honest I ummm…” she pauses, obviously embarrassed about what she was about to say. “She can’t even sweep the floor without ending up collapsing from exertion!” The bar made with the brown hair piped up; Elise suddenly goes bright red and glares at the barmaid. “What? Its true! Remember when I asked you to help sweep up and you got a quarter of the way through then told me you had to take a brake and ate a whole pie to yourself?” the barmaid continued giggling. “You really like embarrassing me don’t you Francesca…” Elise mumbled looking at the floor. “Well if you just did some exercise and stopped stuffing your face all day maybe I wouldn’t tease you.” Francesca sniggered. “I don’t like exercise… It makes me feel exhausted…” Elise answered, tears forming in her eyes. “Well Elisa, not everyone has to go out on quests to be useful, I’m sure you help out in other ways don’t you?” I asked, trying to take the conversation towards a topic that wouldn’t upset Elisa. “Yea… I mean I enchant a lot of the other adventurers gear before they go out so…” Elise replies with a week smile. “And I assume they pay you for that?” I asked. “Yea that’s how I make a living here.” “Francesca, can I order a drink and some food please, would you like anything Elisa?” “Of course you can.” Francesca replied “But I don’t think Elisa needs any more.” “Well that's her decision not yours, did you want something Elisa?” I butted in, then looked back at Elisa, who was looking at me now with gratitude, as if I had just saved her from an unspeakable fate. “Um… yes please, could I have a chocolate éclair and um a slice of chocolate cake? OH! And could I have a bowl of bread and butter pudding?” Elisa asked, started lighting up at the thought off food, it was easy to tell that this elf really loved her food. “Sure no problems, did you get all that Francesca?” I asked the bar maid before she had a chance to comment. “Yes I did but” she went to say something but I butted in before she had a chance once again. “And ill have an Ale and a bowl of stew please.” “Sure…” Francesca replied in a slightly irritated tone of voice before going back to the bar to sort out our order. “Thank you…” Said Elisa quietly to me. “Your welcome, why was she being so mean to you? Do you two have an issue with each other?” “Not really… its just she thinks I’m lazy and eat too much… I mean she’s right but…” Elisa looked down at the floor again. “Hey if your helping out enchanting weapons for people and stuff its not as if your free loading so if you don’t want to exercise and choose to spend your money on food then that’s your choice.” “Yea but… I mean… have you ever seen a chubby elf before?” Elisa asked, sounding nervous as she did. I couldn’t help but think to myself ‘Elisa, your a bit more then chubby’ I mean this elf was no taller then 5’2 and looked like she weighed around 220 pounds; however I wasn’t going to tell her that. “Well no I haven’t but that doesn’t matter, thinking about it… why are most elves so thin?” I ask with genuine curiosity. After I asked, our food was placed in front of us and instantly Elisa started digging in. “What you mean is why ALL elves are thin except for me… well were meant to follow a strict diet, what I’m eating here I’m not really meant to eat as an elf but… I just enjoy human food so much, I hate elven food its just… its just grass basically! We only meant to eat meat once a week and on top of that elves are expected to train for three hours a day! But I just can’t do it! I like chocolate, cream and meat! And I really hate training…” Elisa explains whilst still eating. “Fair enough, so how did you end up here?” “I’m technically an elven princess… So I was allowed to leave the elven city in Dragnor Forrest only to learn about the local nations, it’s the only reason I could leave the city as a princess… but I lied, I never intended on going back… I couldn’t take it! When I was young my parents visited another city for diplomatic reasons and I went with them; since that moment I wanted to run away from home…” “Wow, I’m technically having lunch with a princess then!” I replied laughing, trying to lighten the mood, it worked, Elisa smiled at me and chuckled. “Your buying a princess lunch, that’s even better right?” she asked with a giggle. “Yea it is, I suppose that means I can’t say no to you then as your royalty, so really you could have anything you want and as much as you want.” I replied “Don’t tell me that, you have no idea how little self control I have when it comes to food!” Elisa answered. “Well its true, how could I say no? I mean I’m going to be staying here for a while as well so I guess you could ask me as much as you want as well, I mean I can’t refuse a princess can I?” I said laughing. “Are you teasing me? Because if your not you going to regret telling me that, I did mention that I struggle with my appetite right?” “Well I am teasing but that doesn’t mean I’m not serious.” I laughed “Don’t say that! Ill end up getting fat if you say you will buy me as much food as I want! The only thing that's stopping me at the moment is my income!” she frowned at me whilst speaking, she looked adorable. Not only that but it was kind of turning me on how she was claiming that she would ‘get’ fat, as if she wasn’t already? But I wasn’t going to point out that she was already quite a large girl, I would keep letting her believe that she was just ‘chubby’. “Too late, already said it!” “Well you can buy me a new wardrobe too then as I’m already bursting out of my clothes and if I gain weight because of you its your fault!” Elisa told me in a half joking, half frustrated tone, then she realised what she had just admitted and began blushing deeply. “So all your clothes are getting as tight as that outfit?” I asked with a smile, to which she started blushing an even deeper shade of red. “Well… no… this is the loosest…” by now she had finished eating her copious amount of food and her clothes were straining against her fat body even more then when I first sat down. “So your other clothes are tighter then that?” I ask with a chuckle. “Its not funny! I can’t help it!” Elisa begins to tear up. “Hey it’s okay, don’t get upset, we can go get you some new clothes once I have done a quest or to to get some money.” I replied, to which Elisa looked up at me in shock. “Really? You would buy me clothes? I was only joking before, you have only known me for an hour…” “Yea I will, and it doesn’t matter that we have only just met, I have enjoyed your company and want us to be friends, and friends help each other out right?” “Why are you being so nice?” Elisa asked, this question threw me off guard, I wasn’t sure how I was meant to respond to that. “Aren't you meant to be nice to people you want to be your friend?” I asked confused. “Well yea but… why do you want to be friends with me? I can’t help you out other then enchanting your weapons and stuff, surely you would be better off making friends with some one strong and capable? Not a gluttonous lazy elf that sits around all day making just enough money to stuff her face…” “Hey, stop putting yourself down, anyway I want to be your friend because I enjoy your company, not because I think I can get something out of you!” I explained. “You’re really kind… I honestly don’t think I have ever really had a friend, when I was back living in the Elven city I had people that were hired to be around me and take care of me but they weren't really friends… And there are people here that talk to me and stuff but… I mean we don’t exactly hang out or anything… I don’t really even know how to be a friend…” “Just be you, you don’t need to do anything special.” “Thank you…” Elisa replied quietly. “For what?” I asked. “For wanting to be my friend.” “You don’t need to thank me for that.” I chuckled. “Right, I’m going to see if there are any quick quests I can do for some fast money, then once I have done that, we can go get you some clothes that your not going to pop out of at any second!” I told her, standing up and giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder. Elisa looked up at me and giggled. “Yea, it would be nice to not feel like I’m being squeezed from all sides for once…” “I can imagine, want to have dinner together tonight?” I asked her, she looked a little apprehensive. “Um… its not that I don’t want to but… this is the last outfit I have that fits and um… If I eat much more I don’t think it will!” Elisa blurts out, obviously nervous about admiring to this and there for forcing herself to say it before she had a chance to re think. “I think it’s better if I eat in my room tonight… I don’t want people to tease me…” “Why don’t I get us some food after I have finished then bring it back and you can come over to my room and eat with me?” “Really?” Elisa asked with excitement. “Yea.” “Um… you promise not to tease me if I um… if I well um… you know uh… I mean because my clothes are getting tight and all that?” “Of course I wont, you don’t have to worry about anything like that with me.” I replied. I took my leave and headed over to the quest board, I found a couple of quests that wouldn’t take long, simple things that took very little effort. One was a quest to deal with a small group of goblins that had taken up residence in a farmer’s barn on the edge of the city; only took two hours to deal get there and deal with them as as soon as the boss of the group was taken out the rest fled. Next there was a quest which required me to guard a merchant as he transported a very valuable; he needed some one to act as a body guard as he had to pass through a rather rough section of the city; luckily there was no issues during that quest neither. It was no about five in the afternoon so I decided to head back. I stopped off at some local shops and purchased a considerable amount of food; much more then two people would normally eat; as I knew Elisa had quite the appetite and I was more then happy to facilitate her gluttony. I headed back to the guild hall and found Elisa sitting in the hall waiting, already eating a slice of cake. “Couldn’t wait for food then huh?” I chuckled. “I got hungry… I have only had three slices though!” Elisa replied, as if that was a small amount of cake to eat before dinner, which made me chuckle. “Come on then lets go eat.” We headed up to the room I was staying at in the guild hall, it was the first time I had actually been in my own room there; I wasn’t disappointed. It wasn’t a huge room, but plenty big enough, it had: a double bed which looked plenty comfortable; a table up against the wall with three chairs; a small area to prepare food although obviously nothing to actually cook food with as it was on the first floor and a fire place in the corner. “So, I have bought plenty of food so help yourself.” I said placing it all on the table: pies, pastries, cakes, cheese, pasta and more; Elisa’s eyes lit up looking at all the food. “Wow that all looks so good, can I start eating?” “Of course you can, dig in, have as much as you like.” I replied, straight away Elisa started tucking in. “This is all so good!” she mumbled through a mouth full of food. “I’m glad, it would be nice if we did this regularly, I don’t like eating alone.” “God if we do this regularly I’m going to end up putting on weight even quicker!” “Do you not eat this much regularly then?” “Its not so much that… I have eaten what I normally would anyway plus this… I spend almost all my money on food… I know its bad but I just can’t stop myself, I try but I always end up giving in…” “Oh well, I guess we should make sure the clothes we get you tomorrow are plenty loose enough on you then.” I answered with a chuckle. “Tomorrow? You have already made enough money to get me new clothes and but all this?” she asked in shock. “Yea, I mean I won’t be able to get you a whole new wardrobe quite yet but I can get you a new outfit or two.” Elisa looked shocked, then her expression turned to sadness. “You shouldn’t be spending your money on me… I don’t deserve it.” “Elisa, just let me, look I’m happy to; any way if we don’t get you some new clothes you won’t come to that new restaurant that opened up the other side of town with me tomorrow.” “Wait you want to take me to a restaurant?” “Yea, its meant to be really good.” “You really are treating me like a princess aren't you, in all honesty that's the only thing I miss about being back home; I was quite accustom to having people doing stuff for me… I wouldn’t have left if they would have brought me all the food I kept asking for!” Elisa laughed whilst saying this. “Well then just let me do it then.” “Okay… I suppose if you want to then I’m not just being a spoilt little brat then am I? People kept telling me I was one when I first came here… actually no they still do… yea to be honest I get everyone to do stuff for me as it is but at least with you you don’t complain about it!” “Oh so you are a spoilt little princess really?” I asked with a chuckle. “Yea probably… I have only been hear six months so… I’m still not used to not being served by people if that makes sense? I mean I have no idea how to clean clothes or stuff like that! But I don’t think the other guild members are going to put up with me getting them to do everything for me much longer… but I don’t want to do chores! I know out here I’m just another adventurer… and not a very good one but… I guess I just want the best of both world…” “Well let me do your chores then, I don’t mind.” “You would do that for me? Look I don’t want to take advantage… I know I’m a spoilt lazy bitch, I’m trying not to be but it’s hard… but if you seriously offer to do that for me I don’t think I could turn it down…” “I am seriously offering, look Elisa I get it, your trying to be an average person, but if you have grown up as royalty its going to be a hell of a struggle for you to have to do everything for yourself.” “Yea It’s been really hard… I know this will sound awful but it took so long for me to get used to asking for things instead of demanding… I’m surprised that I have been allowed to stay here for so long… I mean I know that getting the others to do my laundry; change my bedding and so on is wrong but… I don’t want to do it! I mean even bathing myself instead of being bathed is still a chore to me!” “Then don’t, ill do it, I mean not the bathing bit… unless you really want me to, but the rest.” “But why? What do you get from it? I mean back home the servants were paid, I can’t afford to pay you here…” “Because I want to, is that not good enough?” “I suppose… um Taran…” “Yea?” “Would you… would you mind if I undid the straps on my tunic? Only around my belly… it’s just… it’s getting hard to breath…” “Sure make yourself comfortable.” I replied, trying to make sure my arousal wasn’t obvious. Elisa started trying to undo the leather straps on her tunic, however due to how tight her clothes were she was struggling to pull the straps far enough to unbuckle them. “Uh… could… you… help… plea...se” Elise asked, panting and blushing, looking at me with her big blue eyes. “Sure, hang on.” I replied walking over to her; it was hard work undoing her straps and trying not to allow blood to rush down bellow, every strap I undid released her bulging belly a little more. I had to correct my estimate on her weight; now that she wasn’t being held in by her clothes, it looked like she was closer to 230 pounds. Elisa looked up at me after I had finished releasing her from the tight grip of her outgrown tunic with a nervous look. “Thank you… sorry about this.” said Elisa in a quiet voice. “You don’t need to apologise, we can’t have you being squeezed to death instead of enjoying your food can we?” “I know but… It’s shameful for a girl, never mind an elven girl to be in this situation… you must think I’m disgusting!” “Not at all, Elisa stop worrying and enjoy your food, I’m not judging you.” I lied; I was judging her, but not in the way she was thinking. I was judging how attractive this beautiful over fed elf sitting in my room stuffing her face was. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at the side of her body where the straps were on her tunic, now that the straps were no longer holding her in her skin was visible on her side. Not only did I spot the soft rolls on her side but her pale skin was covered in stretch marks; which was no surprise considering that she had probably put on most her weight in the last six months after leaving the elven city.
  6. Boblour

    F*ck America.

    Nice to see you finally published it
  7. Thank you very much for your feedback 😃
  8. I'll try, it's just unusual for a woman to reveal her weight unless she is part of the fa community, there for size was easier to use for realism of the story. And thanks for the positive feedback
  9. does anybody want me to carry this on?
  10. Chapter 3 – Emma’s eyes Emma Lay back in her bed, her first day back had been tiring, also embarrassing. She had started the day by dressing up in one of her dresses she had got over the holiday at home; it was a lot more revealing and fancy then what she usually wore to lectures. Before the break she used to wear clothes that covered her up and tried to hide her fat body; however this dress was a little bit less concealing, although it still flowed over her body hiding her rolls and such. Heading to her first lesson she realised it was a lot of effort walking around campus. She had gained quite a bit of weight over the holidays, which made things a bit harder to do; even walking up one flight of stairs now left her needing to stop for a couple of minuets to catch her breath. Not only that but in one of her lectures she had got stuck in her seat as there were tables that were non adjustable attached to the seat itself via metal bars. She had managed to wriggle herself into the seat, with great discomfort, however getting out was another storey; her belly had always pressed up against these tables and they had always been a bit of a snug fit, however now her fat covered almost half of the surface that was meant to be used for books and such instead of a quarter. Emma had had to receive help from one of the other students to dislodge herself, leaving her sweaty and breathless even with help. The guy who had helped her was nice about it though, never once did he say something nasty. After Emma had caught her breath, he even gave her a chocolate bar, which Emma had obviously scoffed within seconds, so he went and got her another one, this time a full size ‘to share’ chocolate bar, this took her a little longer to finish, but she did finish it nonetheless. Lunch had been interesting too, Emma had decided instead of going to all the trouble of getting a taxi to go and get food, she would order take away to her dorm room, luckily James had set her up her own bank account and transferred money into it for her to get food. She couldn’t make her mind up which take away to have, dominoes or KFC, so she had both… After eating a twelve inch pizza, a seven inch garlic bread, a box of cheesy dough balls and six pieces of KFC chicken, Emma ended up laying back on her bed. She had to lay back, she told herself, as her belly was so tight sitting up was uncomfortable. However her plan was not to fall asleep, but just to lay there for a bit until her food settled; however fall asleep she did. Emma had woken up, realising her class had almost started, she quickly buttoned up her trousers… well tried to do it quick, however they were a little tight after all the food from earlier so it took a while. She tried to waddle as fast as she could to her class, but it was too hard, she had to sit down about thirty meters from the dorm building. She sat there panting, she could feel her face was bright red, there was no way he was going to make it to class on time. Emma decided the best course of action was just not to turn up, surely she could catch up with one lecture anyway, so she sat there for a while. Next thing she knew, she saw the student that had helped her earlier walking up the path towards her. “You okay?” He asked as he reached the bench Emma was sat on, genuine concern showed through his facial expression. “Ye… Yes… Tha… nks… I’m… Fine...” Emma panted. “Are you sure? Is there anything I can do?” The man asks. “No… It’s… Ok… ay… I’m just… Out of… Breath…” Emma explained. “Oh right, that’s good then, can I get you a drink or some chocolate, it might help?” He asked her with a smile, Emma nodded. Emma drank the carton of chocolate milkshake and devoured the chocolate bar, gently moaning with every sip and bite, the other student sat down next to her as she did. “I’m Jake by the way.” He told her. “Emma.” Emma replied between bites. “Nice to meet you Emma. I better head to class, take it easy next time, don’t go rushing. Here is my number if you want it.” Jake told her with a smile handing her a piece of paper with a mobile number written on it, Emma nodded and smiled back. Jake headed off whilst Emma finished her chocolate. Emma looked at the number for a while, then decided to text Jake, she simply wrote ‘Hey it’s Emma, this is my number’. As Emma lay in her bed thinking about the day, her phone pings, it was Jake. The text read ‘Hey Emma, there’s a party tonight, want to come? There are drinks provided but if you want to bring your own you can, also there will be food and lots of it.’ Emma was a bit shocked at the invite, she had never been invited to a party before, maybe wearing more revealing clothes was a good way to get attention? She got out of bed with a groan and looked herself up and down in the mirror; she stood sideways and rubbed her protruding belly, then adjusted her breasts. ‘Yea I do look good in this’ she thought to herself. She texted Jake back to tell him she would come then began to get herself ready. Emma decided to wear some high waisted jean-shorts, and a red strappy top which she tucked into the shorts. After putting on a pair of black fancy shoes she put on some make up, applying foundation and black eyeliner that she flared upwards at either side of her eyes. She put on her red lipstick and mascara next before looking at herself in the mirror. ‘Wow I look beautiful’ she thought, as she checked her makeup job out, her eyeliner obvious even behind her glasses. She had styled her blond wavy hair as well. Then she got on to examining how her body looked in the clothes she had picked; her belly was not at all hidden, the strappy top clung to it tightly showing off her huge belly, her podgy arms on show as well. The fat on her upper arms bulged out when she relaxed her arms against her body and hung down when she lifted them, Emma smiled to herself, she wasn’t going to hate her arms any more. She looked down at the waist of her shorts, the button looked as if it was straining a bit; which it was, her belly also bulged over the top of the waistband. Emma looked at herself side on and grabbed the fat that hung over her waist band and giggled. “Well nobody can say I haven’t got curves” Emma said to herself. The legs of the shorts were also tight, where they ended it was obvious to see. Her fat legs bulged out a little where the shorts stopped and skin started, and the cellulite on her thighs was easily visible. Emma jiggled her legs, once again giggling. “Thick thighs save lives.” Emma told herself, smiling. “I look good.” Emma performed a little cat walk for herself, watching her body jiggle as she strutted, she could hardly believe the fact that now, instead of being disgusted and embarrassed by her body, she now loved seeing the result of her gluttony… That was until it came to leaving her room… As Emma gathered her stuff to leave, suddenly she began to panic, how could she go out and let everyone see her like this? She was huge and these clothes hid nothing… Every one would see how fat she was, and they would all tease her! They would all talk about how disgustingly fat she was behind her back. Also Jake would be there! Could she let him see all of her fat just bulging out like this? Emma began to panic more and more. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t even go, I mean there is food there and ill probably make a scene by being a pig as usual, ill probably eat all the food and everyone will see… Also there is alcohol, I have almost no self control when I’m sober, never mind **...’ Emma though to herself, her mind racing. Emma began to cry, but then she heard a knock at her door that made her jump. She slowly opened the door and peeked around to see who was there, it was Jack. “Hey Emma, I was wondering where you were, you didn’t answer my text so I asked some one which room was yours, I hope you don’t mind. Wait are you okay? Are you crying?” Jack asked, he looked concerned. Jack could only see her face as Emma was hiding her body behind the almost closed door. “Yea… I’m fine but… I’m not coming tonight.” “Why not? It will be fun I promise, I was looking forward to hanging out with you.” “I just… I don’t feel up to it...” Emma replied in a shy voice. “Will you tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can help?” Jack asked softly. “It’s nothing...” “Can I come in and we can talk?” He asked Emma. “I… I don’t want you to see me...” “But I can already see you? What’s wrong?” “I don’t want you to see me dressed like this...” “OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry I didn’t realise you weren't decent I really do apologise, from here it looks like you're dressed and with the amazing make up I just assumed...” “No I am dressed it’s just…” Emma sighed and opened the door, hanging her head in shame, letting Jack see her body. “This is why I’m not coming.” Emma continued. “What? I don’t see what you mean?” Jack asked, genuinely confused. Emma looked up at him and grabbed the bulging bit of belly that hung over her waist band with both hands. “Because everyone is going to look at me and talk about how fat I am.” “Emma you look great, don’t worry! Come on come to the party with me.” “No…” “Well maybe next time?” Jack asked, looking rather down. “Maybe…” Emma replied. Jack left and Emma closed the door, heading straight to the freezer and grabbing a tub of ice cream before dropping onto her sofa. She ate the tub of ice cream whilst watching TV. She then decided to text James, the conversation lasted a bit so Emma grabbed another tub of ice cream out of the freezer. They spoke over text for a while, finally James convinced her that she should go to the party and that it would be good for her to socialise. However Emma left out the part that she was invited by a male and that he had come to her door, thinking that James might have taken it the wrong way. Emma Text Jake to tell him she had changed her mind, Jake then came back to pick her up. “It’s not far away, only about a twenty minuet walk from here.” Jake told Emma as they left Emma’s dorm building. “Twenty minutes? Can’t we get a taxi?” Emma asked in shock at the concept of walking twenty minuets, knowing full well that most people's twenty would be thirty to forty for her. “We can do it, but it will be expensive at this time of night.” Jack told her. “Jack be real, I’m not exactly fast at walking so it will take us at least half an hour to get there and do I look like the kind of girl that can walk for half an hour without dying?” Emma semi jokingly said with a laugh, Jack laughed too. “Okay we will get a taxi, can’t have you collapsing before you get there can we!” Jack said playfully. Jack called a taxi for the two of them and they headed over to the party. Emma was still very nervous, but she managed to keep her cool as they pulled up outside the house where the party was taking place. Jack hopped out of the taxi once it had come to a stop, Emma took a little bit longer as the car was quite low to the ground, making it quite a job to get out of. Once out of the taxi, Emma and Jack walked up to the house, well Jack walked, Emma waddled. Jack began saying hello to his friends and introducing Emma, Emma was quite nervous still but managed to say hello to every one Jack introduced her to. “What would you like to drink?” Jack asked her. “Ummm… I don’t know Smirnoff Ice?” “Sure let me grab you one.” Jack replied heading off to get Emma a drink. One of Jack’s friends, a slim girl with brown hair, spoke to Emma as Jack went off. “Do you know alco-pops like that have the most calories of any alcoholic drink, roughly double of even beer?” She said in a condescending tone. Emma was a bit taken aback, she started to panic. “Did you know that cigarettes have seventy known carcinogens in them?” A voice piped up from beside Emma, She turned to see who had come to rescue. The voice had come from a girl who was now pointing at the pack of cigarettes in the first girl’s pocket. The second girl was a rather large girl herself, although not as fat as Emma. She stood about two inches taller then Emma and had long black hair. “I’m Jain by the way.” The second girl said to Emma this time, extending a hand to shake. Emma shook her hand and smiled at her as if to say thank you. The first girl who had previously been so full of herself just huffed and walked away. “Thanks Jain, I’m Emma.” “I know, Jack told me.” She answered with a smile. Jack then returned with drinks, luckily he had spotted that Jain had come over and grabbed her one two. The three of them hung out for a bit and drank. Every so often someone else would join them for a while before heading off to talk to other people. Jain was nice, she had a bubbly personality and was quite confident in herself, which Emma admired due to her being a big girl herself. After knocking back quite a few ‘high calorie alco-pops’ together, well the two girls had, Jack was drinking beer, Jain suddenly declares: “I’m starving, shall we eat?” Emma’s eyes lit up at the mention of food. “Yes! I’m starving too!” Emma replied, Jack just chuckled at the two ** girls and smiled. Jain stood herself up, wobbling slightly due to the alcohol. “Let’s go then!” The ** Jain yelled, nobody took much notice of her yelling as the party music was quite loud and everyone was shouting to be heard anyway. Emma tried to stand up, however she failed a few attempts at getting to her feet before Jain and Jack had to help her up together; all of them laughing together at Emma’s struggle, even Emma herself. Not only was it hard work to get up because of her large body but now she had to contend with the fact she was rather ** and also bloated from the bubbly drinks. They all headed over to the tables where there was a rather large amount of party food piled up. There was quite a large selection, including: sausage rolls; Pizza with various toppings; pork pies; chicken nuggets and much more. Jack picked up a few bits for himself, Jain filled her plate… Emma however piled her plate high, she was in her own world, completely engrossed in all the food in front of her. “Emma, why don’t you give me that plate and grab another, I'll carry it back for you. Otherwise things are going to start falling off.” Jack offered, Emma handed him the plate without thinking and grabbed another, licking her lips. Emma grabbed a load more food and waddled back to where they were sitting with her second plate. She was right, she had completely lost control to her gluttony from the alcohol; not that she had much control to begin with. Jain looked over at Emma, sat down on the sofa next to her and giggled with a smile. “You are hungry aren't you?” She said to Emma, who just nodded and began to dig into her food. Jain began to eat her food as well, still chuckling. Jack finished his fairly quickly as he had only picked up a couple of bits, Jain took a bit longer as she had grabbed a fair bit of food herself, not that it was anywhere near the amount Emma had taken. Jain rubbed her belly after finishing and sighed. “Well that was good, how's your food Emma?” She asked. “It’s great thank you.” Emma replied, putting her first plate down and picking up the second. Jain shuffled closer to Emma who now had her plate on the arm of the sofa next to her. Emma was leaning back on the sofa, with one hand transporting food from her plate to her mouth, the other on her belly. Jain turned onto her side to face Emma and placed her hand on Emma’s belly as well. Emma froze in shock looking over at Jain, who just mischievously smiled at her. “It’s okay, you keep eating, I just couldn’t help but notice that your belly is a bit bloated, I thought I would give you a belly rub.” There was a mischievous tone in Jain’s voice, Emma wasn’t sure if it was the fact that Jain was also a big girl or it was the alcohol, but she calmed down and continued eating. Jain rubbed Emma’s belly, moving her hand all over her bloated stomach, at least the part above the waistline. Jack sat on a chair next to the sofa, watching the two girls, completely fascinated, not that Emma knew; she was too engrossed in her food. Half way through the second plate, Emma started to wriggle around a bit, obviously in a bit of discomfort. Jack had been bringing the two girls drinks the whole time so they were all quite ** now. Jain had her head resting on Emma’s fat upper arm, still rubbing her belly for her. “Are you uncomfortable?” Jain asked “Yea a little, these shorts are a bit too small for me, especially after all this food.” Emma slurred a little. “Well we can’t have you uncomfortable can we?” Jain replied, once again with a mischievous tone in her voice. She heaved herself up and put her leg over Emma's, ending up sitting on her lap. Their bellies touched each other which made them both giggle. Jain winked at Emma giving her a cheeky smile, before grabbing onto her waist band and attempting to unbutton them. Emma at this point was too ** to even care what was happening and just found it funny, maybe even a bit enjoyable. Jain struggled to get her fingers under Emma’s waist band; partly due to how tight they were and partly due to her fat belly bulging over the top. Finally Jain managed to undo her button, which opened quite violently causing Emma to let out a large sigh of relief, making both girls giggle again. Jain bit her lip and continued to undo Emma’s zip on her shorts, Her bloated belly flowing out as she did. Once the zip was completely undone, Emma’s half covered belly wrested on her lap on display. “Well is that better now?” Jain asked, Emma nodded and continued to eat, looking into Jain’s eyes. Emma went to grab another hand full of food, but Jain stopped her. “Here, let me.” She said in a gentle voice, before beginning to feed Emma; Emma lay back and let it happen, she couldn’t help but enjoy what was going on. Jain fed her all the food that was left on the plate, Jack had been watching all this go on the whole time, not completely sure what was going on. Emma woke up the next morning in her own bed, somehow she had got home, however she had no recollection of how. Her head was throbbing from the hangover, luckily she didn’t have any lectures today so she had time to recover. She heaved herself over so that she was laying on her side as opposed to face down in her pillow, It was at that point she realised she was still wearing the clothes from the night before, not that they covered much. Her top only came down just below her breasts and her shorts were barely visible due to being covered by her belly and muffin top, if you could still call it a muffin top at this size. “God I hope this happened once I was home not at the party...” She said to herself, rubbing her soft jiggly belly. After laying in bed for a while longer, Emma shuffled out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As her kitchen was part of her living room as well, Emma had to pass the sofa on her way… Emma received quite a surprise, Laying on her sofa was Jain. “Hello sleepy head.” Said the girl on the sofa, swinging herself into a sitting position with a huff. “I have ordered us food, lots of food! I hope you're hungry!” She continued, at the mention of food Emma’s belly rumbled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Jain said teasingly. “What are you doing here?” Emma replied, finally recovering from the shock, also grabbing a blanket that was hanging on the back of the sofa to try and cover her belly with. “Well after we managed to get your ** arse home, I was too tired to move so I thought I'd just crash here, I hope you don’t mind.” Jain answered. “No, sorry I don’t mind I was just a bit shocked that’s all… Well I better get dressed then!” “Sure, don’t be long though, food will be here shortly.” Emma waddled back to her bedroom and found herself a pair of trousers and a T-shirt to wear. She headed back out, as she did she heard the door open then close a few seconds after. She walked into the living room to see Jain with two very full bag’s in her hands. “Good timing!” she told Emma with a cheerful voice. “Come, sit down, I hope you have a good appetite this morning.” Emma sat down on the sofa whilst Jain put the food on the coffee table in front of her. Jain wasn’t lying when she said she had ordered a lot. The two bags were filled with various different breakfast foods, from buttery scrambled eggs to sausages. Both girls dug in to the copious amount of food. “God there’s nothing better than fried food to cure a hangover is there?” Jain asked, although it was more of a rhetorical question. “Yea it’s so good, this bacon is amazing, and these fried onions are great with the scrambled egg, god how much butter is in these scrambled eggs? They're amazing!” “I asked them to put extra in them.” “I’m glad you did, and this fried bread is perfect!” Emma stated, making a sandwich of bacon, sausage and scrambled egg between two bits of greasy fried bread. Jain lay bag, letting out a large groan before rubbing her bloated belly. “Wow, I think I ate too much.” she moaned before fidgeting with the button on her trousers and undoing them. Emma continued to eat. “Really? Are you not going to finish that?” she asked between mouthfuls pointing at a couple of sausages Jain hadn’t finished. Jain heaved herself back into a sitting position with a grunt, then picked up one of the sausages and put it in Emma’s mouth. Emma blushed a bit but bit the sausage none the less. Emma then continued to finish her food as well as Jain feeding her the remainder of hers. Both girls then lay back on the sofa, Emma was out of breath from how full she was, which made Jain giggle. “Are you that full that you can’t breath?” Jain asked, still giggling. “What do you expect? How come you gave me so much of yours anyway?” “Well I’m not quite as big as you yet am I?” Jain chuckled poking Emma’s bloated belly. “Wow look how bloated you are.” “Not quite? I’m probably double your size, and what do you mean yet?” “I wouldn’t go as far as double, but exactly, that’s why you can eat more than me. And exactly what I said, yet.” Jain replied, smiling mischievously at Emma. “You mean you actually think you will get as big as me?” Emma asked, genuinely surprised, Jain in response turned her body towards Emma, which was a struggle that left her out of breath; then placed her hand on Emma’s stomach. “Well I hope so, I mean look at you, you're such a fatty, your belly is huge and your rolls are perfect, and your legs, don’t even start me on your legs! I want to be as fat as you.” Emma was completely speechless from shock, this girl WANTED to be as fat as her? Why? “You… want to be as big as me?” “Yea! Though I doubt I will catch up with you any time soon!” Jain laughed before continuing her reply. “It’s not as if you're going to stop putting on weight is it? You can’t help yourself, you're such a glutton! I love watching you lose control around food, I bet you will need bigger clothes before this semester is half way through!” Emma wasn’t sure how she felt about all this, she was confused. Jain had used words that were usually used as insults, at least in her previous experiences, yet Jain was using them as if they were good things? Emma looked down at her jiggly body and her bloated belly before speaking. “Yea you're probably right… I can’t help it, I just love food...” “So do I, also I enjoy watching you eat.” Jain answered. “I love seeing how obsessed with your food you get, how greedy you look; it's cute, and sexy.” Emma looked at Jain in shock. Then all of a sudden Jain leant in and kissed her. Emma froze, unsure what to do, how would James feel? James was waiting for her to come home but… This kind of felt nice… and Jain was a very beautiful woman… thoughts ran through Emma’s mind at a rate of knots: ‘James will be upset that I kissed someone else, but it isn’t my fault… she came onto me! And I don’t like women, well I don’t do I? I mean she is really pretty… and she does look good with all her fat, and she wants to get bigger, I mean she would be so soft like me… Cuddling her would feel great when she is bigger… But James… But he would never know… I would know though… But I like the attention she gives me and James isn’t here… She’s really nice too, and she doesn't mind the fact that there is no doubt I will no doubt get fatter… intact she likes it… Also she is going to get fatter! I won’t be alone! We can get fatter together, and she feeds me, I can’t be blamed for getting fatter if she is the one fattening me up so its an excuse to eat more…’ Emma gave into temptation and kissed her back… “So I will see you tomorrow for dinner?” Asked Jain “Yea, I can’t wait to see what you choose for us!” Emma replied “Well make sure you bring your appetite, what am I saying, this is you we're talking about!” She chuckled, gently slapping Emma’s belly making her blush a little. Jain left Emma’s dorm, by this time it was about ten at night. They had spent all day together, after breakfast they had watched a film, cuddled up to each other before heading out for lunch. Jain had taken Emma to a restaurant that only served desserts where they had both indulged in a large amount of sweet food. For dinner they had gone to a fancy diner which served American style food, also American style portions. They had been placed in a booth, both girls struggled to fit in, however Emma had got a little stuck. Jain was able to help her wriggle out of the both although it was a bit of a struggle; however it took them about twenty minutes to un-lodge Emma’s fat belly from between the seat and the table which both of were fixed to the floor even with Jain helping her. Emma had had to force her way into the booth in the first place so it was very tight by the time she had finished stuffing herself with fatty American food. Emma swore she would never sit in a booth again, however Jain was excited at the concept of it happening to her when ‘she got fat enough’. Emma couldn’t help but picture Jain getting stuck as she got fatter, for some reason, the images made her feel a bit aroused herself… After Jain left for the night, Emma sat her fat arse down on the sofa and sighed, she had had a wonderful day with Jain. She had thoroughly enjoyed all the food they had eaten as well as the attention Jain had given her whilst doing so. However… all day, in the back of her mind she had been thinking about James… It wasn’t as if he was going to find out… Was he? If he was here it would be different, but could he really even blame her for enjoying the attention that Jain gave her? It wasn’t as if she loved Jain… She just enjoyed her company as a friend… With a few benefits… Eventually Emma went to bed, however it took her a long time to get to sleep due to fact she couldn’t stop thinking about the last couple of days… After all her lectures the next day, Emma met up with Jain for dinner as planned, they decided to have a take away that night. The two girls watched films as they ate, Jain had convinced Emma that they should take off their clothes to eat; so that they weren't ‘restricted’. Each of them had their own KFC bucket as well as four extra large krushems. Jain had also brought over dessert, a large chocolate cake and two tubs of double cream. About half way through the film Jain left a few bits of chicken in her bucket so that ‘She had room for cake’ however they didn’t go to waste, Emma soon finished her bucket of chicken and moved on to finishing Jain’s. The chocolate cake and cream was then finished bit by bit as the two girls watched films together. After finishing her half of the cake, Emma was stuffed, she lay back on the sofa, every so often letting out a little moan. She was so full that it was uncomfortable, but it felt so good to be that stuffed at the same time. Jain heard her little moans and looked at her with a mischievous smile. “Awwww did someone over do it a little?” She asked. “Mmmhm” Emma moans quietly. Jain began rubbing her bloated belly, causing Emma to moan even more. She continued to rub Emma’s belly for the rest of the film, Emma continued to lay back on the sofa, moaning with pleasure and discomfort at the same time. Once the film ended Emma heaved her fat body up into a sitting position, panting slightly from the effort. “How come you're not as stuffed as I am?” “I don’t know, I mean you ate more but that's not unusual, maybe I misjudged how much I could eat when I let you have those three bits of chicken?” Jain replied. “Well that’s not fair!” Emma stated, rocking backwards and forwards to gain enough momentum to stand up. Once on her feat, Emma made her way to the fridge, where she grabbed a large cheese cake she had bought. Then waddled back to the sofa, picking up a for on route. “Your eating this then if your not stuffed!” Emma panted once she sat back down on the sofa, starting to cut a piece of cheesecake with the side of the fork. Jain was a little shocked with Emma’s forcefulness, however she wasn’t complaining. Jain shuffled around so that she could lean back on Emma, her head on Emma’s belly. Emma’s belly when she sat down provided the perfect pillow for Jain to lay back on and still have her face pointing upwards so that Emma could still feed her. Even though She was already full, Emma couldn’t help but have a few mouthfuls of the cheesecake, after all there was plenty of it. Jain eventually began to moan with every bite, each mouthful was getting harder and harder to swallow. She could feel the skin on her belly become tighter and tighter. “God it feels like my skin is ripping apart from how stuffed I am.” Jain moaned. “Have you never felt that before?” Emma asked “No, have you?” “Yea, that's what happens when you gain a lot of weight quickly and then stuff yourself to the brim, you will have some nice new stretch marks.” Emma giggled. “Wow, maybe one day I will have as many stretch marks as you, it's amazing looking at yours, you look like a fat tiger, it's so cute” Jain told Emma, making her blush and giggle more, before continuing to go back to feeding Jain cheesecake. “So how long have you wanted to get fatter?” Asked Emma. “About six months... even though I wasn’t trying to until recently, I have been getting fatter slowly for as long as I can remember and part of me has always liked feeling bigger and softer. I have gained quite a bit in those six months but seeing you stuff yourself at that party until you almost burst out of your clothes really turned me on, and made me realise I wanted to gain quicker. So I just...” Jain was cut off as Emma shoved another piece of cheesecake in her mouth. “Well you aren't going to gain weight by talking are you?” Emma winked at her and chuckled. That night, Jain stayed the night as she was way too full to move, also her trousers wouldn’t fit back on her… she slept In Emma’s bed with her, Emma had a queen size bed that she had bought when she started university, using her parent’s credit card of course. The two girls Spent almost every moment that they weren't in lectures together, and both of their weight gains sped up due to each other's encouragement, especially Jain. Jain was gaining extremely quickly now due to Emma pushing her to eat more and more. They attended quite a few parties together, but only those that stated there was free food. By the time the semester was half way through Emma was filling out size 28 clothes quite snugly, whereas Jain had gone from a size 18 to a size 22. Also their relationship had become a little more intimate, just cuddling up at night had changed to slightly more sexual activities. Emma was still calling James every night, Jain would remain silent as they spoke so that James didn’t hear. Emma had told her that she had a boyfriend who she still loved, however Jain convinced her she was doing nothing wrong, they were just friends who had fun. However… the two of them partying together and quite often ending up making out didn’t go unnoticed… “How am I meant to feel about it?” James yelled down the phone. “I was lonely, you're not here and I just needed the company and the attention!” Emma replied crying. “Well I’m alone here too, and I didn’t just go jump in bed and shag another girl did I?” “But...” “But what? You just jump in bed with any one that shows you attention? How can you make up an excuse for that?” “She’s my friend… It's not like I love her like I love you… and she is a girl!” “Oh wow she’s a girl? That makes so much difference, it doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or a boy, you still slept together, made out together, god knows what else together, and as for loving me, you obviously don’t truly love me if you're happy to go and do this!” “James I lo...” “Don’t you dare even say it you fucking hore!” James yelled, hanging up. Emma was crying on the phone however, now she was sobbing, the tears came pouring out, her breath uneven and the sound coming from her mouth could only be described as wailing. Jain tried to give her a comforting hug, but Emma just pushed her way. “Get out!” Emma screamed between gasps for breath. Jain looked shocked, frozen in place. “I said get out!” Emma repeated. “Wh… what?” Jain asked, beginning to cry herself. “You ruined everything!” Emma screamed at her. Jain left Emma’s dorm now in floods of tears herself, Emma was left alone, crying into a pillow. Chapter 4 Back to James I punched the office door so hard that the thick wooden board gave way, leaving a large fist shaped hole. Tears rolled down my dirt covered face, leaving trails where the tears travelled. I leant against the wall, slowly sliding down it till I was sitting. Luke, who had been in the workshop walked through the door, looking at the hole in the door as he came in with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry mate I didn’t think she… well I didn’t think she could do something like this...” Luke gently said to me. “You don’t need to apologise, it’s not your fault… and I’m sorry for calling your sister a hore on the phone just then but...” “Yea that might have been a bit far but… I also understand how you're feeling and I know we all say nasty things when we're angry...” Luke reassured me. “I don’t even know what to do now...” “I’m not surprised mate… I don’t even know what to say other than sorry...” “I’m going home, do you mind locking up tonight?” I asked Luke. “Sure bud, no worries.” Luke replied, patting me on the shoulder. I headed home, plonked myself on his sofa, unsure what to do with myself. I felt lost and empty and completely alone. Weeks went by, I tried his best to get on with life, but a constant cloud was hanging over me. I had totally fallen in love with Emma, and couldn’t help but still be in love with her despite what she did. I had always said I would never forgive a cheater, but how could I just stop loving her? We hadn't spoken since the phone call where I had confronted her about it all, in fact, nobody had heard from her. She had ignored all of Luke’s calls and the rest of her family. One afternoon when I was working alone in the garage, I heard someone shout his name. I crawled up from the inspection pit where I was working on a car to see who it was. Standing at the door to the garage stood a rather pretty girl, she looked quite nervous just from her body language. She was quite a large girl, with long black hair. “What can I do for you?” I asked, washing my hands with a rag. The girl started walking towards James slowly, every step she took causing her flabby body to jiggle. “Ummm…” The black haired girl began, obviously not sure how to start. “My name is Jain...” my head started throbbing at hearing that name, was this THE Jain? “I um… Well you probably already hate me but… I need your help...” Already hated her? It HAD to be that Jain. “Are… are you the… are you the Jain that Emma told me about?” I asked, my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. “Yes… and I’m so sorry it's all my fault that it happened and well...” “No… It’s not all your fault, Emma made a choice when she did what you did, it’s not as if you held a gun to her head...” “Well yea but… Look please help me! Emma hasn’t left her room since this all happened! Nobody has seen her! She is definitely in there because food keeps being delivered but… She won’t answer to anyone and…” Jain blurted out. I felt dizzy, I wasn’t sure how to feel. Everything was getting on top of me and I didn’t know how to cope. My brain was telling me I should stay away, it wasn’t my problem any more; however my heart couldn’t ignore the thought of Emma by herself, upset and locked in her own room… I had to sit down before I fell down. I ended up sitting on a pile of tyres, clutching my head in my hands. “You know she always spoke about you… she never told me she loved me, she always made it clear that we weren't in a relationship… I know it doesn’t make it right but… She did always say how much she loved you.” Jain told me desperately. I just couldn’t hold it back any more, I burst into tears. Jain and I headed off back to the university together in an awkward silence; I had come to the conclusion that even though Emma had hurt me badly, I couldn’t just leave her locked up in her room alone… At the end of the day I still loved her. We had to stop off a few times on the way as Jain was hungry, though not as often as the last time I had made this trip with Emma. When we finally arrived at the university I managed to persuade one of the maintenance staff to get the spare key for Emma’s room and give it to me. It helped that one of the maintenance staff had noticed himself that he hadn't seen her leave her room for quite a while. Jain left me too it, knowing she would make it worse by being there; so I headed to Emma’s room alone. I tried knocking first just in case she would answer, to no avail; so I took a deep breath and unlocked the door with the key. The dorm was a mess, food wrappers littered everywhere, every table was covered in empty take away boxes: including Chinese, Indian, KFC and so on. “Emma!” I called out, no answer came, so I made my way to the bedroom. Emma was lent back on her bed against the headboard, eating a family size tub of ice cream. She was in a set of black pyjamas which didn’t really fit, the arms on the top didn’t fit around her fat upper arms and therefore only wrapped around her armpit. The top also didn’t go anywhere near fitting around her belly and even clung tightly to her chest. The trousers were stretchy but clung to every flabby bit of flesh on her leg. She looked up at me, her eyes almost looked empty as if she had completely given up. “Hey…” I whispered nervously, Emma just kept looking at me blankly. I walked over to the bed and sat next to her. “You have obviously been eating well.” I said with a nervous smile, nodding his head towards her belly, which was now bigger than ever with even more stretch marks. “Yea… I haven’t really stopped eating since…” Emma quietly replied, her head hung low. “Since ever?” I jokingly said with a chuckle “Come on don’t blame the eating on what happened, you could never go much more than ten seconds without eating something.” for the first time since the phone call, Emma chuckled. “That's true, I am a bit of a greedy girl aren't I?” Emma replied, looking up at me with a smile that conveyed a glimpse of hope. “Yea you are, do any of the clothes I bought you even fit now?” I asked with a chuckle. “No!” Emma giggled. “Especially since I have spent practically a month sitting in bed eating.” “Yea it shows.” I replied with a chuckle, tracing one of Emma’s new stretch marks with his finger. “Yea, I know right, you know I have to lift my belly and put it on the counter now to reach the shelves in the kitchen cupboards? I mean the middle shelf, I would need a ladder to get to the top shelves and there is no way I’m exerting myself by climbing a ladder.” “It would have to be a pretty strong ladder too.” Emma and I both chuckled. “You know… I am very sorry, I know I was wrong and being an idiot… I don’t have any excuses and I don’t expect to be forgiven or taken back but… I just want you to know that I never meant for it to happen I just got carried away… I just got caught up in the attention I was getting, I know it’s not an excuse but…” “I can’t just forgive you… however I do still love you and… well I do want you back, I want to try again but, I can’t just forget this happened, do you understand?” I explained quietly, Emma began to cry, although not tears of sorrow. “You mean you're going to give me another chance?” “Yes, if you can accept that I am still angry and hurt.” “Ill do anything I can to make it up to you James I really will! I love you too.” Emma exclaimed, opening her arms, gesturing for a hug, a hopeful look on her face. I leant in and hugged her, enjoying once again the feel of her jiggly soft body against her, now a lot more jiggly and soft then ever before. “James…” Emma whispered “Yea?” I replied from where I was laying next to her. “I’m hungry…” “What a surprise!” I laughed. “I know right, well feed me then!” Emma smiled at me. “Of course, what do you want your highness?” I smiled back. “Get me fried chicken, boneless and make sure it's all bite size pieces and plenty of them!” Emma demanded, I couldn’t even pretend that I didn’t find her bossiness attractive. “You know that bite size pieces are more fattening as there is more of the batter which is in contact with the oil right?” I asked purely to see what her reply was. “Well that’s what I want so go get it, the batter is the best part! I’m too hungry to wait for the delivery guy. And any way, I’m too exhausted to feed myself, so you will have to feed me, so it will have to be bite size any way wont it?” Emma told me sternly, although I knew she was only playing. I went and got her a full bucket of boneless southern fried chicken, all bite size then returned. Emma hadn't moved since I left. “Help me up.” Emma held out her hand for me to grab, I pulled her up into a sitting position, she was definitely heavier now. “Sit behind me so you can rub my belly when I eat.” “With pleasure.” I replied, I sat behind her so that she could lean back on me, I had to test something out, nope, I could no longer reach my own hands when I put my arms around her, there was a good few inch gap between the tips of my fingers. I began to feed her the chicken, whilst rubbing and squeezing her flabby belly. Emma let out little groans of pleasure every so often, both from the food and from having her giant soft body rubbed and squeezed.
  11. Second chapter of the story. Thanks @dania201 for the assistance in editing, correcting and input. Chapter 2 After Brian packed us up a tupperware box full of food, Emma and I headed back to mine. Emma was still upset and very quiet, even so she had asked me if she could stay at mine still. Obviously I wasn’t going to say no, on the contrary; I was glad she wanted to stay with me and not with her mother who would no doubt would make her feel even worse. On the way back Emma remained silent for the whole journey back; until we pulled up at my place. “Thank you for looking out for me James… And I’m sorry...” “Any time Emma, I’ll always look after you if you need me to, and what are you sorry for?” “Your sweet… and well… Ripping the dress you just bought me… You were probably right I should have gone a size up… Now all those clothes are a waste of your money… It’s not likely that they will ever fit considering I can’t help myself with food...” “Emma don’t be silly, there is no need to be sorry, you look amazing in it any way so it was worth every penny. And any way, the clothes that don’t fit we can take back and swap, it’s not as if it will be many of them.” I reassured her with a cheeky mischievous smile. “Do you actually think I looked good in it or are you just trying to cheer me up? And what do you mean by that? Why do you look like you have done something?” Emma smiled slightly at my silly smile I was putting on and giggled. “Yes I do, and you still look good in it and to answer your other question, I swapped most the clothes you chose out for a size up.” “How can I look good now? All my flabby bits are hanging out the side of the dress? And god is it that predictable that ill outgrow my clothes?” “You just do, trust me. And that’s not what I’m saying, it’s just that the size you chose was already too small for you, I just didn’t want to upset you by repeating the fact that you should have sized up, although the clothes did look great on you even though they were too small...” “Your sweet… and yeah you’re probably right… I just didn’t want to believe that I could have jumped up two sizes… I still can’t believe we only met yesterday and you already look after me like this, how are you so nice?” “Don’t worry about it Emma, yes you put on weight, so what? Ignore what your mother said, you can be beautiful without being skinny and I’m nice because you deserve for people to be nice to you, you’re a lovely person.” “Thank you James… you really do make me feel worth something… I have spent my whole life worrying about how much of a waste of space I am because I’m fat, the only time I was really happy was when I was eating or playing video games pretending to be someone else for a bit, and even then I usually had a snack next to me… but once the food was gone, I’d feel worse because I ate so much. Your right, I shouldn’t feel bad for enjoying my food, being this size doesn't make me worthless or ugly does it?” Emma stated, looking at me with hopeful eyes, almost like a child waiting recognition for an achievement, I couldn’t help but think how cute she looked staring at me with those beautiful green eyes behind her glasses, her soft face framed by her stunning wavy blond hair, I was mesmerised for a moment. “No Emma, it doesn't make you worthless or ugly at all, you are amazing and beautiful and yes, if you enjoy food then you shouldn’t feel bad for eating it, not in the slightest.” I replied softly giving her a comforting smile. Emma replied with one word, it through me off balance slightly. “Why?” “What do you mean why?” I was a little confused. “Why am I not ugly for being fat? And why am I not worthless? People have always teased me for being fat, so how is it not a bad thing? And what do I do; or what have I done that makes me worth anything? I have never had a job, I have never really done anything of note, I live off my parents and when they cut me off I end up having someone else pay for everything, I need to know why I’m not a waste of space… please tell me...” Her voice was desperate, she really wanted a reason to like herself but she didn’t know of any reasons to do so. “Okay Emma, I will tell you, but let me tell you inside and not in the car in a car park late at night okay?” I asked her, I wanted her to be in an environment that was a bit more comfortable and safe, hopefully that way what I had to say to her would have more of an impact. She nodded, still an air of desperation about her. I helped her out of the car and we went inside. She decided to change back into the red strappy top and stretchy trousers she wore this morning. I sat on the sofa when I was waiting for her. She walked into the living room once again with her trousers pulled up just bellow her belly button, her belly once again on display due to the top she wore not reaching the waistband of her trousers. Her clothes covering slightly less of her belly then they had this morning due to the fact she was rather bloated. Emma walked over to me, and to my surprise, instead of sitting next to me, she put one leg either side of mine and sat on my lap facing me. It was a fair bit of effort to do so for her, it left her a little breathless, but God she looked cute sat on me staring down at me with those lovely eyes. She looked nervous, I didn’t think she knew how I was going to react to her sitting on me like this. To be honest I was shocked, and rather distracted at how amazing she looked sat there. Her big belly pressed against my stomach even though she was sat almost at the end of my knees. I couldn’t help myself, I looked her up and down in awe. Her thick thighs either side of my legs were soft against mine; Her bloated belly moved up and down with her breathing, the tease of skin I could see covered in red stretch marks, some of them I was sure were new from today. Her breasts although not big, looked amazing in the tight red top and her soft beautiful face… oh God she looked stunning. I snapped back to reality when I realised that I could see concern on her face. “Sorry am I too heavy?” Emma asked, she looked worried and started to try to shuffle off. “Not at all, sorry I was just… distracted.” I replied, putting my hands on her hips to keep her there. Emma sat up straight and bit her finger nervously, playing with her hair with the other hand and swaying from side to side, causing her body to jiggle. “This isn’t weird or anything is it? I just… I feel a bit vulnerable and… well being close you makes me feel… safe.” “Emma it’s fine, to be honest its nice.” I replied. “Okay… Will you tell me now? You keep telling me in not ugly, but I don’t understand how I could not be… And how am I not worthless? Even my mother tells me I am, all I do is eat and play video games...” She asked, once again her voice seemed desperate, desperate for some kind of validation. “Emma, do you like the same music as your brother?” “No… I like rock, he likes rap.” “I like rock too, and metal, I don’t like rap.” “Okay… yeah I like metal too… but why are you asking?” Emma asked sounding a little confused. “Well.” I replied, “Is rap not good?” “Well I don’t like it but I wouldn’t say it’s not good...” “Okay, what’s your least favourite vegetable?” “Why does that matter?” Emma asked. “Just tell me please.” “Parsnips… they taste disgusting.” “To you.” I told her mater of factly. “I love parsnips to be honest.” “Okay…” “My point is that just because one person doesn't like something, doesn't mean that every one doesn't like it. Does your dad think your mother is beautiful?” “Yes, he tells her she is beautiful quite often.” “Okay, well not to be nasty to her, but I don’t, does that make her not beautiful?” “Well I guess not, it just means she isn’t in your eyes...” “Exactly, well you are beautiful in my eyes, so does that not make you beautiful?” Emma’s eyes began to water and she smiled at me. “I guess so...” “Exactly, therefore you are beautiful.” “Thanks…. But how am I not a waste of space or a failure?” “Well Emma, you said you had never had a job, well how much you earn doesn't define how good a person you are. Also your wrong about not achieving anything, I mean I don’t know everything you have done in your life but I know of at least one thing you have achieved.” “What?” Emma asked, tears rolling down her cheeks, but not tears of sadness this time. “Made me happy, I have enjoyed the time I have spent with you. Is the act of making another person happy not an achievement in itself? Does that alone not make you special and worth everything even if its only to one person?” The room went silent for a second, Emma burst into tears and launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around me and crying into my shoulder, I put my arms around her and held her close. “Thank you James… I mean it, I have never felt so happy to be me, for once I don’t wish I was someone else I’m actually glad to be who I am.” “Emma you don’t have to thank me for telling you the truth, Emma I know we have only known each other a short time but you already mean the world to me, and I hope that counts for something.” I confessed to her. She sat up, her eyes glistening from the tears, and looked at me nervously which confused me a little. “It means more to me than anything any one has ever said to me before… but I want to ask you one more thing if I may...” “Of course, ask anything.” “Well you say I’m beautiful but… and you have told me I’m stunning and well… I just want to know… Do you think I’m…” She bit her lip and fidgeting looking very nervous. I placed my hands on her either side of her soft waist where her skin was still on show. “Emma it’s okay just ask.” I said in the most soothing voice I could. “Do you… think I’m attractive, even like this?” She asked me, putting her hand’s down her trousers causing them to slip down as she grabbed the bottom of her belly. Her soft flesh bulged out between her fingers. She lifted her belly up slightly, probably by accident, but it meant that when she let go, her belly fell heavily on my stomach sending ripples through her body. By this time, without trying to be crude, there was already an answer to her question in the physical form, however I decided to reply with words as to be a gentleman. “Yes I do, very much so, and especially like this, Emma my idea of a stunning woman is not all skin and bone, every soft inch of you is attractive to me” I told her grabbing her belly with my hands. “This is not a bad thing at all in my eyes.” I told her with a smile, causing Emma to giggled shyly. “Then…” Emma started then paused, then without warning, she leant in and kissed me. It was obvious that this was her first time, her body was tense; although it was hard to tell through all her soft flesh, and it was obvious she wasn’t sure what she was doing. I didn’t mind however, in fact it felt almost sweet and pure that I was her first kiss, it made me feel special in its own way. I ran my hand through her hair, and continued to kiss her. I slowly moved my other hand across her soft body, occasionally caressing her huge belly or the rolls that formed on her side, causing her to moan with pleasure, she obviously enjoyed the attention I was giving her fat body. After about ten minutes of making out Emma rolled off me to the side, leaning backwards panting with her eyes closed. Shortly after she open her eyes and looked at me nervously. “Well that was amazing.” I said to her with a smile, she giggled shyly. “I wasn’t really sure what I was doing but...” “It’s okay don’t worry, we have all been in that position Emma you did great.” I stated in a comforting voice. “So um...” Emma looked very nervous again, even more so then before. “I’m um… are we… uh do we…” She stammered. “Are we going to…” She was panicking now, I placed one hand on her bloated belly and the other arm behind her head. “One step at a time Emma, we don’t need to rush things. Trust me, it’s normal to be nervous but if we took it further tonight neither of us would enjoy it, your to worked up and nervous. I’m not saying that to have a go in fact its cute, in fact its better to take our time, it makes it more special.” I said with a smile, Emma began to relax. “You are so understanding and sweet… I was always made to believe that men always want… you know.” “Not all of us, a lot of men are obsessed with having, that, whenever they can but, some of us believe it is something intimate and special, that's why its worth waiting for and not rushing in when one or both people aren't ready.” “Wow… that is… that’s I don’t even know what to say, you’re probably right I’m not ready, I’m a nervous wreck at the moment but… I really am looking forward to… well sharing something special with you.” Emma said smiling sweetly at me. “Could I ask that we do go one step further though… nothing untoward or anything… just...” “What is it?” I asked, intrigued. “Could you sleep in the bed with me tonight instead of the sofa?” Emma asked sheepishly. “I’d love to.” I told her with a massive grin. After about half an hour of us talking about random stuff we headed to bead, Emma went up the stairs first. I had to admit it, I was enjoying seeing her fat but jiggle with every step she took as well as getting more and more out of breath as she went up. She then collapsed on the bed panting and looking at me. “I am way to fat for those stairs, I need a stair lift!” she said jokingly “Although I would probably get my but stuck if I used one.” I chuckled and lay down next to her, she then shuffled over to cuddle up to me, grunting from the effort. Her belly was pressed up against me; she then put her leg over mine. “That’s not comfortable, hang on.” Emma stated, she rolled halfway onto her back then she grabbed hold of the side of her fat belly that was facing the bed, lifted it up and dropped it on top of me so that she could get her hips closer to me. The sound that was made was quite a satisfying ‘plop’ causing us both to laugh, she then had a second attempt at wrapping her leg over me, this time finding a comfortable position. It was amazing, we fell asleep in each others arms, I hadn’t felt this content in years. I woke up in the middle of the night, Emma was no longer cuddled up to me, I was a bit confused at first. Then as my brain started to warm um I figured out what that strange noise was, I could hear Emma chewing. My eyes began to focus and I could make out her round silhouette perched on the edge of the bed. I quietly turned the bedside lamp on to the lowest setting, filling the room with a soft warm light. Emma turned her head quickly to look at me then froze, looking a bit like a rabbit caught in the headlights, in her was a bar of chocolate. I smiled as I saw the pile of wrappers next to her as well. I slowly moved towards her, sitting behind her and wrapping my arms around her exposed belly. “Hungry were you?” I asked gently kissing her neck. “Sorry for waking you… and yea… is this… am I… are you okay with me pigging out like this even in the middle of the night? Do you still not think I’m disgusting and greedy?” “Greedy, yes, but that isn’t a bad thing.” I told her, placing my hand’s under her belly so that my hand’s were between her soft flabby stomach and her thick jiggly thighs. “Disgusting, absolutely not.” I replied softly in her ear. Emma shivered as I did so, causing her body to jiggle, she giggled in that shy way that she did. She then shoved another piece of chocolate in her mouth and smiled at me triumphantly. “Well then I guess I can continue then, could make me a hot chocolate please? I really fancy one but I don’t feel like getting out of breath and sweaty climbing back up those stairs...” She answered. I smiled at her and told her of course I would. I mean how could I say no? She was literally admitting she was too lazy to go downstairs to make herself a drink whilst stuffing her face with chocolate, she currently embodied gluttony incarnate, and I loved it. I returned upstairs with her drink, Emma was now lying down on the bed, her back propped up slightly against the headboard. She was rubbing her belly with both hands. I lay down next to her and handed her her hot chocolate; I had made sure to make it as chocolaty as possible and cover it in whipped cream. The gluttonous girl in my bead drank it all making sure there was nothing left before looking at me and smiling. “Thanks, will you make me another?” I did as I was asked, once again she finished it no problem. “I think I’m ready to go back to sleep, I hope your making breakfast again in the morning?” Emma said, almost demandingly. “Of course I will.” I replied “Good.” She smiled at me cheekily, Emma seemed to be getting a bit more confident in exposing how much of a glutton she was, not that she ever hid it very well. Morning came, I made breakfast as well as a hot chocolate for Emma, once again I had made her a large cooked breakfast. This time however Emma hadn’t woken up, so I decided to take her breakfast in bed. I gently woke her up, she moaned about waking up, until she realised there was food, the look of greed came back as she sat herself up ready to eat. Emma devoured the plate and sighed contently. “You know I feel like a spoilt princess.” “Oh yeah? Well you deserve to be spoiled in my opinion.” “I wasn’t complaining… I like it…” “Oh do you now?” “Yeah… I mean I know I have always been spoiled as far as money goes, if I want something I just use mum and dads card… well except for now but… But this is different, you treat me like royalty, running around for me as if I’m the most important person in the world.” “Well Emma, you are, to me at least.” I smiled at her, she smiled back. “Then… you don’t mind doing all this for me? You don’t mind me being lazy and getting you to do everything for me?” “No not at all Emma, in fact I like it.” I confessed. “Then...” She went shy for a moment. “What?” I asked “Will you dress me? It’s actually quite hard work when your this size…” “Of course I will, what would you like to put on?” I asked, jumping at the opportunity and quite enamoured with the fact that Emma was embracing the fact that she could now be even lazier then she was before. She picked out a pair of jeans that were the larger size and a pretty black button up blouse with ruffled semi see through sleeves. I slowly helped Emma get dressed, taking every opportunity to run my hands over her soft flesh. Emma’s face gave away the fact that she was enjoying every moment, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Once she had her clothes on she looked at herself in the mirror, I stood behind her and put my arms around her waist. “You look stunning.” I told her. Emma smiled and looked at herself from the side, putting her hand one hand on her belly and the other on her hip. “Yea I like it, It shows off my figure.” “Yeah, it really does.” I replied smiling at her through the mirror. We Spent the next few weeks together, Emma stayed at mine during the day whilst I went to work then we would go out in the evening or sit in and watch TV together. Emma continued to embrace her soft, squishy body as well as her laziness. More and more often she would ask me to do things for her instead of exerting herself such as instead of sitting up to get her drink from the table, she would ask me to get it; or to fetch her a snack whilst she remained sat down or laying down watching TV. In the end she stopped even asking and ended up just telling me to do stuff; she really was enjoying the ‘spoilt princess life’ to the fullest, not that I minded. To be perfectly honest, the fact that being treated like royalty and doted on made Emma happy made it totally worth running around her; and in fact I kind of I enjoyed it! Luke came out with us for a meal at one point, he was amazed at the difference in his sister, he said to me that she was almost like a different person, confident and happy. He said that he had never seen her enjoy life so much, and especially never seen her so comfortable in public. He did however pass a comment about the amount of food she ate, but not in a nasty way unlike her mother would have. Emma had just responded by laughing and telling him how she had to eat well otherwise she would lose too much weight to fit in her new clothes. Not that there was any risk of that happening but it was funny nonetheless. Unfortunately it came to the time that Emma had to go back to university, I offered to take her back myself instead of taking the train so that we got to spend more time together; Emma obviously took my offer. When we arrived at her campus, I decided to walk her to her dorm. “God I’m going to miss you...” Emma stated. “And I’m going to miss having someone to do everything for me, I’m not looking forward to actually having to walk to the fridge myself!” She continued jokingly and laughing, even though she said it as a joke we both knew there was some truth in that statement. “I’m going to miss you too, but we can talk on the phone every night when I have finished work and you have come out of class.” I replied. “True, I’ll look forward to those phone calls every day then!” She told me with a big smile. “Me too.” I told her, just as we arrived at her dorm building, as we did a group of four girls walked out giggling and talking. They were your typical looking group of ‘popular’ girls, all well dressed with plenty of makeup. Two of them were very slim, the other two were curvy, one with a little belly but neither anywhere near ‘fat’. “Oh look its Emma… hey Emma.” one of the skinny girls shouted out; they all walked over to us. “Oh… hey Amy...” Emma replied to the girl, suddenly she was back to her quiet shy self, I instantly grew a dislike for these girls… “How was your break?” Amy asked in a condescending tone. “It was good thank you...” “Oh that’s good, I can certainly see you enjoyed plenty of food when you were home!” Amy jeered at Emma, poking Emma in the belly making Emma’s body jiggle. I decided to stay silent for a bit to try and give Emma the chance to stand up for herself, but I was ready to defend her if she needed me to. Unfortunately she just remained silent, looking at the floor. “And who is handsome man you have brought with you, it must be your brother, you can see who got the looks in your family. Maybe we will end up being sisters Emma1” Amy taunted, winking at me and swaying her hips. “No I’m not her brother...” I stated coldly, Emma looked up at me, a glint of hope in her eyes, begging me to help her. “Then Her cousin? The better looking half of the family?” Amy kept on insulting Emma. “No I’m her boyfriend…” I stated scowling at her now. “BOYFRIEND!” Amy shouted and burst into laughter. “Don’t be silly why would someone like you be with a lazy lump of lard like Emma!” I just stared at this girl with pure hatred, she stopped laughing for a second and looked concerned; then she tried again. “Well why don’t you trade up and get a piece of this?” The obnoxious girl in front of me asked, shaking her hips and running her hands down her sides. “I’d rather not.” I replied in a flat disinterested voice, Amy’s face was a bit puzzled. “Come on how can you say no to this? I would be a much better girlfriend for you then her.” “I can say no easily, no, see just like that. Also I strongly doubt you would make a good girlfriend for any one let alone me... And any way personality aside, Emma is ten fold more beautiful than you are; so really, why would I choose you over her?” Amy froze looking at me in shock, I just raised an eyebrow in a way that said ‘try me’. Her friends also looked on in disbelief, these girls were obviously used to men being all over them, but I certainly wouldn’t be. Ignoring the fact that I didn’t like them as people, Emma truly was much more beautiful even ignoring the fact that she was larger. The girls eventually stormed off thankfully, Emma hugged me tightly. “Thank you… Maybe they will stop teasing me now...” “Emma if people are nasty to you don’t just lay down and take it, that’s what they want, if they point out you have put on weight reply with something like ‘yea, I fill out this dress much better now’ or something, anything that will throw them off balance. Trust me if your confident in yourself they won’t be able to tease you. Also just remember, I think you’re gorgeous and sexy, just think of that next time someone says something mean about the way you look.” “You’re right… Thank you...” “You don’t have to thank me, I’m always here for you if you need me no matter what.” We chatted for a bit longer before I had to leave, then we kissed goodbye; luckily Amy and her cronies just happened to be walking by when we did, causing them to look even more annoyed than they did before.
  12. Thanks for the positive feedback. As for the typos yea to be honest I'm not to careful when typing these stories up as most the time they end up being just for fun and I end up not sharing them. If you fancy being an editor let me know haha.
  13. This is the second story i am uploading, Please comment if you like it and if you wan't more. INTRODUCTION Emma lay on her bed, panting and sweating, even though it was a cool day. Again she strained to button up her jeans, she’d only worn then three weeks ago, admittedly they were a bit tight even then but she couldn’t believe that they had stopped fitting in only three weeks. “I haven’t been eating that much, they must have shrunk.” she told herself, refusing to believe that eating 12” pizzas every night and washing them down with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and a two litre bottle of Coke was ‘eating a lot’. Never mind the fact that she skipped eating lunch in the university cafeteria, instead getting a taxi to various fast food chains, even though they were only a ten minuet walk away from campus. “These have to fit, all my leggings have holes between the legs, I can’t go see my parents wearing them… and I can’t meet my brothers new friend looking like that...” She attempted again to do up the button, she sucked in her belly as much as she could and heaved as hard as she could, finally she forced the button to close. She lay on her bed trying to get her breath back, next challenge was the zip… after wrestling with it for five minuets she finally managed to do it up, now to find a top. “That one won’t do, that must have shrunk too, it doesn’t even cover all of my belly… seriously there’s no way I have gained weight, I haven’t even been snacking much.” Another lie she was telling herself. Excluding her visit to KFC to get a double chicken burger with two lots of chips and a side of two chicken thighs and an Oreo crushem for lunch and her usual twelve inch meat feast pizza with extra cheese and ice cream for dinner; Emma had managed to eat a 500g chocolate bar, a tube of Pringles and two pork pies. “God this top is too thin, I can see my stretch marks through it…” Emma said in despair, looking at herself in the mirror. “Ok this one fits… kind of…” The top clung to her every curve and roll and only just reached bellow the button of her jeans which were just under her belly button, her belly bulged out around her jeans due to how tight they were. “God Mum’s going to rip into me… it’s been a year since we last saw each other and I told her I hadn't gained weight… It’s not as if she’s not going to notice I have gone from a size 16 (US size 12) to a size 22 before my twentieth birthday...” in reality she was a size 24, almost size 26, stuffed into too tight size 22 clothes standing only 5 foot and three inches. “Is there even any point in packing any clothes… none of them are going to fit any way… ill just have to buy some new ones when I get there.” Emma looked at herself in the mirror again, adjusting her wavy blond hair and glasses before heading to the freezer to grab a tub of ice cream before collapsing onto her sofa before turning on the TV. she had an hour before the train and she needed ice cream to make her feel better. After polishing of her ice cream, Emma heaved herself up off the sofa, a job that seemed more difficult then it used to, pulling her top down over her belly as it had ridden up. The button on her jeans felt a little tighter, she thought to herself ‘Maybe that ice cream wasn’t a good idea, oh well it will settle by the time I reach home.’ She made final preparation's to leave then headed out the door with her rucksack, as she wasn’t taking any clothes her suitcase remained open on her bed. “I have a long walk ahead ill take the lift today” Emma said to herself, justifying to herself not walking down the four flights of stairs, as she did every day. She reached the ground floor and walked out of the dorm building, and started to walk to the train station. Out of the twenty minuet walk that it would have been, she made it three and a half minuets before calling a taxi to the station. She had enough time to grab some snacks before the train arrived. “It’s going to take two hours to get home, I might as well grab a chocolate bar and a packet of brownies for the journey, I can give whatever is left to my mum when I get there, oh and a couple of bottles of coke!.” Trying to convince herself that there would be something left to give. After buying her snacks, she made her way to the train and boarded ready to go. Before the train had even left, the six pack of brownies were already half gone, and by the time she reached home, there definitely wouldn’t be anything to give to her mum. Story: “Thanks for taking me to pick up my sister James” “Your welcome, any time mate. I’m looking forward to meeting her.” “She’s a little shy but I think you two will get on.” Luke replied. “Well you said you hadn't seen her in a year? Maybe she’s not as shy as she used to be, you never know mate.” I replied. “Maybe university has changed her.” “I doubt it, from her texts it sounds like she spends basically all her free time watching TV or playing video games in her dorm when she's not in lectures.” “Well there’s nothing wrong with being shy any way.” I replied with a laugh. “True bless her, she's going to love your car though mate.” Luke said, in response I revved the engine of my 1960 six cylinder ford Zodiac and we both chuckled. “Here we are, were a bit early but that’s OK, ill park up near the front and we can wait for her here.” “Sound like a plan.” Luke replied. Me and Luke had met almost a year ago, he had started to work for me in my garage as a mechanic, we fast became friends rather then Boss and employee. He was a hard worker and a good laugh, he loved car’s but couldn’t get a drivers licence due to medical reasons, so instead he decided to fix them. Even though his family had plenty of money, he was a down to earth guy and we got on like a house on fire. As he didn’t drive and his mother and father were too busy to pick up his sister, I had offered to give them a lift. From what Luke had told me, his parent’s idea of parenting was to throw money at them as a pose to give them attention, Luke always wanted to make it on his own and turned down the money now that he was working for me, however his sister Emma liked living off their parent’s and not having to make her own money, his word’s not mine. However he obviously cared for his sister and spoke highly of her except her laziness. “Here’s her train!” Luke said, getting out the car, I followed suit and stood next to him. After a short wait he told me “There she is.” a slight sound of shock in his voice. Walking Toward's us was very pretty girl with wavy blond hair wearing glasses with soft features, she was wearing clothes that looked entirely too small for her, her soft flesh being squeezed and spilling over the waist of her trousers. Every stitch on her clothing showed strain and her soft face was red from the exertion of walking. “Hey Emma.” Luke said giving his sister a hug. “He… Hey… Luke...” Emma replied panting, she was obviously out of breath from the stairs up from the platform, which I knew weren't that long or steep but this girl had a fair bit of weight to carry up them and it wasn’t from her backpack. “Emma this is James my friend and boss.” Luke told her, the winded girl looked up at my shyly and gave me a shy smile. “He… Hello.” “Nice to meet you Emma, its a pleasure to finally meet you, would you like me to take your bag?” I asked, she nodded and gave me her bag, looking at the floor and playing with her hair, she didn’t realise that lifting her arm to play with her hair also lifted her top slightly, revealing her soft belly, I couldn’t notice a rather large amount of stretch marks on her pale skin. That must have been why Luke had sounded shocked, it was obvious between the very tight clothes and the stretch marks, this pretty girl had gained a lot of weight recently. I put her backpack in the boot of the car then opened the back door for her, she gave me another shy smile and sat In the car. As she sat in the car her belly rested on her lap, this made her soft flesh bulge outwards more, making her top suddenly ride up even more to reveal even more stretch marks. However this time she noticed and quickly pulled her top down. I pretended not to notice as to not embarrass her. Me and Luke then got in the car and we headed off. Luke and Emma chatted, catching up on what the other had done in the year they had not seen each other, Emma sat behind Luke, meaning I could see her in my interior mirror. Once again I couldn’t help but notice that every bump we went over would cause her soft body to jiggle, every so often Emma had to pull her top down again due to the fact that when her body jiggled, her top tried to reveal more and more of her huge belly. We soon arrived at Luke and Emma’s parent’s house, I jumped out the car and went around to open the door for Emma; I offered my hand to help her out; with a look of embarrassment after a failed attempted to get out by herself she took my hand and I heaved her out of the car, even with help the effort of getting out of the car left her a little short of breath and her top to rise up again. She looked at me as if begging me not to tease her for it, embarrassment was obvious to see, I gave her a reassuring smile. “Why don’t you come in James?” asked Luke. “Are you sure that your parent’s won’t mind?” I asked. “No they won’t mind, they enjoyed your company last time and said you were welcome any time.” “Well ill pop in then.” I answered with a chuckle, we all headed into Luke and Emma’s parents grand house. “Hey were here with Emma!” Luke shouted as we stepped through the door, I noticed that Emma was looking rather sheepish and nervous as if dreading something. Sarah, Luke’s and Emma’s mother walked in, a tall slim lady with blond wavy hair, It was obvious that her and Emma were Mother and daughter, They looked very similar except Emma was a lot shorter and a lot wider with a considerably softer face. Her mother’s eyes bulged and suddenly it was made clear to me why Emma looked so nervous. “Jesus Christ Emma! Your huge! You’ve blown up, look at you your bulging out everywhere! Those clothes don’t even come close to fitting. What happened to the diet I put you on?” “Mother… we have a guest...” Luke said, trying to stop the onslaught Emma was receiving. “Oh yes hello James, Emma how have you let yourself get so fat? You really can’t control yourself can you! And to top it off you lied to me and said you hadn't gained weight, after all the effort I went to writing that diet out for you so you knew what and how much you could eat a day, and I bet you haven’t being doing the exercise I told you to do!” Emma had tears rolling down her cheeks, yet said nothing, she just stood there taking the abuse. After her mother had finished scolding her, she put down her rucksack and walked back out the door still crying. “Luke come give me and your father a hand when your here.” Sarah said mater of factly and walked further into the house leaving me and Luke standing there. “Jesus Christ I was hoping my charming mother would give her some slack considering you are here… guess not… She’s always been lazy and greedy with food, its not surprising left to her own devices she's gained weight and mother has always been nasty about it… but that was especially nasty considering there was a guest present… I mean she has gained a lot of weight but… god I should go see her but mother will get even angrier...” Luke’s face showed obvious pity for his younger sister and a look of sadness at how she was treated. “Well I’ll go see her.” I replied “You go deal with whatever your parent’s want and maybe ill take her for a ride in the car or something to try and cheer her up?” “Thanks James, yea I think she would like that… ill catch you later yea?” “Sound’s like a plan bud.” I responded in a up beat tone trying to cheer my friend up as well. I walked outside to find Emma sat on the steps outside crying. I sat down next to her and placed a hand on her back. She looked at me in shock her green eyes sparkling with tears. “Hey are you OK?” I asked, Emma shrugged. “Don’t be upset, sometimes parent’s can be cruel, just let it go over your head.” Emma remained silent apart from the odd sniff, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t just sit here letting her cry. I put my arm around her and gently pulled her in for a hug, she offered no resistance, instead burying her head in my chest. “Why don’t we go off somewhere? Cheer you up, your brother has had to go help your parent’s, he wanted to come see you but...” “tha… that sound nice.” Emma looked up at me, her eyes showing her appreciation for the kind word’s and offer. “Where were you thinking of going?” she asked in a soft, shy voice. “Well we could go for a walk, or go for a drive or if you wanted we could get some food?” I didn’t think she would like the first suggestion but I asked any way, however when I mentioned food, her eyes lit up with excitement. I chuckled “By the look in your eyes you like the idea of getting food.” I said to her. She slowly rotated her bulging body from side to side and the shy look returned to her face. Her belly was slightly on show again as her top had ridden up again, however she hadn't noticed. “Am I that easy to read?” She asked, I once again chuckled. “Yes and it’s not a bad thing, come on let’s get you some food to cheer you up, what do you fancy?” “I really fancy a...” ‘Ping’ Emma was cut off by her phone alerting her to a message. She pulled the phone out of her pocket, having to lean back due to her tight jeans, it was still hard work to pull the phone out from the strained denim. Leaning back caused her top to ride up till it sat just bellow her breasts, I shifted my position so that I was between her and the front gate of her parent’s house so that no one on the street could see her. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at her huge belly, squeezed into far to tight jeans. I could now see clearly her belly was covered in fresh stretch marks and the button on her trousers really was at the upper limit of what it could take. What Emma hadn’t considered when leaning back was that she didn’t have the stomach muscles to lift her flabby body back into an upright position. She started to fall backwards, however I grabbed hold of her hand and helped her up. Her face went bright red from embarrassment as she quickly pulled her top down over her bulging belly. “tha… thank you...” She stammered avoiding eye contact. “It’s OK, don’t worry, nobody saw, that’s why I moved to here so that nobody other then me could see.” I smiled at her, she quickly looked into my eyes before looking down at her phone and reading the message. “Great… I guess I can’t go get food, my mum has messaged me saying she has cancelled my card so that I can’t buy junk food and get even fatter… thanks mum...” “Well she can’t stop me from buying you food can she?” I replied laughing. “Really? You would buy me food?” “Of course, that was the plan from the start, now where do you want to go?” “thank you… There is a nice little place down the road if it’s still there that serves pizza… I shouldn’t eat pizza though...” “I know where you mean, come on then it will cheer you up!” I stood up and offered Emma my hand, she took it and I pulled her to her feet. We headed for the car and took off to get some food. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact she wanted pizza for lunch, this girl really did like her fatty foods and it showed. We sat down at a table and ordered drinks when we looked at the menu, I had a coffee and Emma had a milkshake made in house. I could see that the milkshake contained more ice cream then milk from the consistency, Emma greedily drank a lot quicker then most people would. “WOW! They do 16” pizzas here! No I shouldn’t… ill just have a 12” meat feast with extra chee…. No just a regular meat feast...” Emma told me finishing off her triple chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles “And another milkshake please… god those cheesy nachos sound good though, no ill have the pizza.” the waitress came across, a slim girl about the same age as me. Most people would probably consider her attractive but far too boney for me, she looked down at Emma, almost in disgust, I could see her eyes were looking straight at Emma’s belly, which bulged around the waist band of her jean’s and due to her being sat down a tease of belly which wasn’t covered by her top was on display. “What can I get for you?” the waitress asked me, turning her head from Emma. “Can I get a 16” meat feast with extra cheese, a cheesy nachos, a triple chocolate milkshake with extra whipped cream, a ham egg and chips and another coffee please.” “No problem” she replied, once she had left Emma spoke. “You know I changed my mind to a 12” right? I shouldn’t eat a whole 16”… and I was only thinking about the nachos...” “But you wanted them right?” “Yes but… OK I admit I’m not complaining actually I’m really excited to be honest… but don’t you think it’s too much for me to eat?” “I think if you want it I'm going to get it for you because you need cheering up and I want to.” “Wow… your really nice… I have never had anyone be this nice to me, usually when we used to eat out my mum would only let me eat salad and stuff… I had to sneak out after to go get something that would actually fill me up and not leave me hungry.” “Well you can have whatever you want and as much as you want when you eat out with me.” I said with a laugh. “Don’t say that!” Emma said, finally seeming to cheer up a little. “If you say that ill end up double the size! Can you imagine what my mother would say!” She said chuckling shyly. “Well I have already said it and I assume that means that you you will let me buy you food again?” “Oh I uh… I didn’t mean to presume that you would buy me food again I wasn’t trying to be rude...” “That’s not what I meant, I’m enjoying myself and I would like to do it again.” “Really? You actually enjoy spending time with me? I thought you just felt sorry for me…” “Yes I do enjoy spending time with you, especially now that you have cheered up.” I replied and then the food came. Emma’s face lit up her greedy eyes locked on her food. As soon as the waitress had put the food down Emma started eating, the waitress gave her quick look of disdain before leaving. I ate my ham egg and chips, whilst watching Emma gorge herself on pizza and nachos, I ordered her another milkshake as she almost finished her second one. Every so often Emma would look at me shyly, I would respond with a comforting smile and ask her if she was enjoying it. Her response was always a nod and a shy smile, which I replied with something along the lines of ‘good’ or ‘I’m glad’. I was also taking not of the fact that with every bite her top would show a little more skin as her belly filled up, and the button on her jeans seemed to be under more and more strain. About twenty minuets in to our meal, Emma had polished off just over half her pizza and all of the nachos as well as needing another milkshake and at this point no matter how many times and how hard she tried to pull her top over her bulging gut her top just springer back up to just bellow her breasts. “I’m sorry...” she said quietly trying to hold her top down over her belly. “For what?” I asked. “You must be embarrassed sitting here with me like this...” “Why would I be embarrassed for sitting with a beautiful young lady?” “Beautiful?” Emma said almost shouting, a look of shock on her face. “How can this be beautiful, I’m too fat for my clothes, my fat is bulging out from every where because I can’t help but be a greedy pig and I can’t even stop myself from eating more.” She said in defeat, shoving another piece of pizza in her mouth before picking up her milkshake and downing it… as the last drop of milkshake passed her lips…. *PING* the button of her jeans finally gave up the ghost, flying underneath the table and hitting the metal leg of the table. Her huge bloated belly burst out forcing the zip to undo. As her trousers unzipped themselves her belly burst out landing on her lap, a red ring around her body where the tight trousers had been digging in, the marks on her skin very clear even through all the bright red stretch marks. Emma looked down and froze with shock, staring open-mouthed at her completely exposed belly wresting on her lap her beautiful green eyes wide open. I quickly took my hoodie off and went around to her side of the table, sitting next to her, then put it on her, I had to stretch it to do up the zip. Emma just sat there silently as I put it on her, after I finished I put my arm around her then spoke softly to her. “It’s OK nobody else saw don’t worry.” and put my arm around her. It was a lie, I knew at least six people had looked at her, including the skinny waitress who was sniggering in the corner. I got a box for Emma’s pizza and settled the bill as well as getting a take away milkshake, then lead Emma by the arm to the car. She remained silent, looking completely detached from the world. My hoodie covered the top half of her belly but it was so tight you could see that her jeans were unbuttoned and her belly was visible through the bottom of her trouser zip. As we walked out of the restaurant her belly jiggling with every step she took even though she was bloated. I sat her down in the passenger seat of my car then got into the driver side. “Well I guess this is a good excuse to take you clothes shopping!” I said to her in a cheery voice trying to pick up her spirits. She turned to look at me, her eyes glistening with tears, yet she looked almost hopeful as she looked up at me. “You mean you still want to spend time with me? Even after that?” “Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. “Because I completely embarrassed you and myself in there...” she said, taking her pizza box and milkshake off me and began eating again. “And I’m still embarrassing myself...” “Well I don’t think you embarrassed any one, let’s go to the mall and go shopping for you yea?” “My mum cancelled my card remember? I can’t buy new clothes…” “You can’t, but I can buy you new clothes.” I replied, Emma paused eating and looked at me with disbelief. “You pay for my food and now your willing to buy me clothes? I know Luke always tells me I'm spoilt and get everything I want but… I'm not used to some one, especially a man, other then my family buying me stuff.” “Well I will and want to, so let’s go shall we?” I said cheerily, Emma smiled, her shy smile sweet as ever. We drove off towards the mall, Emma pulled her jeans down under her belly to make it more comfortable as she finished the last few slices of pizza in transit. I couldn’t help but every so often sneak a peak at her cute belly hanging out the bottom of my hoody, every bump in the road making her flabby gut jiggle despite being bloated. Emma lay her head back and closed her eyes, rubbing her belly and letting out a quiet moan of content. We arrived at the mall, Emma attempted to get out of the car by herself before I had got out myself, however she was far to full and fell back into the seat panting. She looked at me with a shy look, “could um… could you help me?” “Of course, give me a sec.” I got out the car and walked over to the passenger side of the car, I took hold of Emma’s hand’s and pulled her out of the car, she leaned against me for a while getting her breath back. I put my arm around her to comfort her. “Sorry I am so full after food.” Emma said quietly still panting and using me as support. “Don’t worry it’s fine, take as long as you need.” I replied. After she had got her breath back and heaved her jeans back around the middle of her belly we headed into the mall. Emma received a few side ways glances as people noticed her due to the exceptionally tight hoody and the outline of unbuttoned jeans through it. Luckily Emma didn’t notice the people looking, instead too busy trying to hide the fact she was out of breath just from walking at a slow pace. Her face was red from the exertion of carrying her fatty body plus the huge meal she had just eaten. We finally made it to a clothes store, I looked again at Emma, I could tell she was exhausted. “Why don’t we sit down for a bit?” I asked pointing at a bench just outside the clothes shop. “Yea that sound’s good.” Emma gasped. We sat down, next to us there was a pretzel stand, the smell of warm dough filled the air. I noticed that despite how full she was, Emma’s eyes kept were locked on the stand. “Do you want one?” I asked chuckling. “Want what?” Emma quickly responded, just as quickly looking down at the floor to try and hide she was eyeing the stand up. “A pretzel? You were staring at them licking your lips.” “No I wasn’t I ummm I ummm I was looking at that sign” Emma pointed a poster on the wall about some movie, however it was obvious from the way she was acting that this wasn’t true. “Are you sure? Ill get you one.” I replied rubbing her back gently, Emma placed her hand’s either side of her stomach and started rubbing her belly. “No… I have already been too greedy and made an embarrassment out of myself… they smell really good though…” “Are you sure?” I could see her desperately fighting herself in her head, her gluttony seemed to be winning as her eyes returned to the stand and she licked her lips once again. “Umm no… well maybe just one? Just a chocolate one, or one with icing ummm or a white chocolate one? No I will just have a chocolate one. I smiled at her and got up to walk over smiling at Emma, of course I was going to spoil her and get her all three of her choices. I walked back with the three large pretzels, Emma didn’t even mention that she only asked for one, she devoured the white chocolate one almost instantly. After licking her fingers clean she looked at me nervously. “What’s up?” I asked, she started playing with her hair and trying to get word’s out. “It’s OK just tell me.” I continued. “Umm well uh… could I lean back on you? It’s kind of… well it’s uncomfortable to sit upright and um I can’t lean back on this bench so uhhh...” I lifted one arm um inviting her to lean on me. She shuffled around so her back was facing me, groaning with the effort, then lent against me. Due to the angle my hand naturally fell on her belly. I could feel how bloated she was, her huge belly rock hard from being stuffed full of food. Emma flinched a little from having her belly touched, I could feel that she was trying to suck it in, to no affect. Her belly was so full that no matter how much she tried to suck in nothing happened, after a few seconds she gave up and carried on eating. I gently rubbed her belly, making Emma let out a soft moan, still eating her pretzels. I couldn’t help but be impressed that she had managed to get her jeans on in the first place, they were tight on her now even though the button was undone and the zip down; she must have really squeezed herself in. I heard some a girl walking past make a comment to the bloke she was walking with “God look at how fat that girl is, look you can see that her trousers are undone, and that hoody is WAY past fitting her and she’s still shovelling junk food in her mouth!” Thankfully Emma was too engrossed in her pretzel to hear. She finally finished the last one, letting out a content sigh. “Wow those were good, can we sit here for a while, I don’t think I’m ready to move?” “Of course, you take your time Emma.” I answered still gently rubbing her bloated belly. Emma turned her neck to look at me and smiled nervously. “You know that feels nice… I’m so full and you rubbing my belly helps…” She told me in a quiet shy voice. “Then ill keep doing it then.” I answered smiling back at her, Emma blushed and looked away, playing with her hair. “OK I think I’m ready to go to the shop now.” Emma told me. “Right, let me help you up then.” I pushed her into a sitting position then stood up and heaved her to her feet, once again the effort leaving her short of breath. Once on her feet Emma started waddling towards the clothes store, moaning quietly from the effort and resting her hand on her belly. We started looking around the store however it was a struggle to find Emma anything in her size, most of the clothes only went up to size eighteen. Eventually after having to try two other stores, we found a shop that sold ‘plus size’ clothing, by this time Emma was exhausted from walking but desperate to find some clothes that fit. “Here are some size 24 clothes! Finally!” Emma said happily. “Um Emma, what size are those jeans your wearing.” “Size 22...” Emma said shyly realising she had just told me her clothes size. “Not to be rude but maybe you should look at size 26?” “No way have I gone to a size 26, 24 will be fine look, ill try these jean’s they have stretch in them any way and ooooo look at that dress!” Emma was eyeing up a black satin dress, it looked a bit over the top to be buying without a special occasion, but if it made her happy I was willing to get it. “Well try it on?” I replied. “Really you’d get it for me?” “If you like it then of course I will.” I said with a smile. Emma grabbed her ‘apparent’ size dress and went into the changing room. A lot of huffing and panting could be heard from Emma behind the curtain, it was obviously a challenge for her to get into the dress. “Um… could you help me please...” Her shy voice called out. “Sure hold on.” I replied, slipping in behind the curtain, where I found a red faced and out of breath Emma. She was in the dress but the zip at the back was not done up. “Could you uh… could you zip me up please?” she asked me in a quiet timid voice. I got in position behind her and zipped her into the dress, it was no small task, Emma defiantly was a size 26 but she was in complete denial that she could have gone up two sizes. She groaned as I slowly managed to do up the zip, compressing her fat body into the tight material, once I was passed her belly it was much easier. “Do I look good?” Emma asked panting, it was clear to see the dress was far too small, every stitch was strained and her flabby body bulged out from anywhere it could, so yea she looked amazing. “You look stunning.” I replied with a smile. “Thanks.” Emma said sweetly, twisting from side to side in a very cute manner. Emma tried on a bunch of other clothes, none of them exactly ‘fitted’ her, they all squeezed her flabby body and left her out of breath from the effort of getting them on, but they did cover her unlike her current clothes. “I like all these, I don’t know which ones to choose...” Emma commented, looking deep in thought at the pile of clothes she had picked out and tried on. “Well don’t then.” I replied laughing, I picked up the pile and walked towards the counter to pay. “You are going to buy me ALL of those?” Emma asked in shock. “Well you need more then a couple of things to wear don’t you?” “Yea but… It’s a lot...” “Don’t worry Emma its fine.” I said with finality placing the clothes on the shop counter. The girl behind the counter smiled at me starting to scan the items through. “That will be £856.80 in total sir.” She said looking rather shocked at how many clothes I was buying for the flabby girl stood next to me. “No problem’s, Emma who don’t you go get us a drink for us from the vending machine when I pay, and get yourself a snack too if you want?” I asked Emma, holding out some cash. “Oh sure, can I get some chocolate please?” Emma asked, sounding excited. “Of course you can.” I answered with a smile, Emma waddled off towards the vending machine just outside the shop, I turned back to the cashier once Emma was out of ear shot. “Could you swap this lot for a size 26 please.” I took out about 75% of the clothes that were in the pile making sure to leave the black dress in the bunch of clothes that I wasn’t asking to swap. “She won’t acknowledge that size 24 is too small for her.” I told the girl with a chuckle. “No problems” The girl replied with a smile, she was a larger girl herself, not quite Emma’s size however she was probably only a size 16. “I wish my boyfriend was so understanding instead of dragging me to the gym all the time and telling me off for eating chocolate.” she answered chuckling and swapping out the clothes. I didn’t correct her on the fact that I wasn’t her boyfriend but I laughed with her. “Well I don’t think any amount of telling off would make any difference and there’s no way you would get her to a gym.” I replied. “I can see that.” the girl said laughing, “I don’t think your getting any change from that £20 note by the look of how many chocolate bars she is getting out of the vending machine, bless her, well as long as she is happy and has some one that makes her feel special that’s all that matters, maybe I should find a man that doesn’t make me feel bad for being fat, he would kill me if I had to walk around with by trousers undone like that.” the girl replied, smiling, however there was a slight sad look in her face. “Trust me, there are plenty of men that would be happy to buy you all the chocolate you could eat and tell you your beautiful even if you pop the button on your trousers from over eating in a restaurant. Don’t worry you will find one,” I said chuckling and smiling at her. She laughed back and seemed to cheer up. “That explains why her trousers look tight even though they are undone.” She chuckled. “Yup!” I laughed, “Thank you very much, and don’t settle for any one that makes you feel bad about yourself!” we then said goodbye and I left the store. Emma and I got into the car, she pulled her trousers under her belly with a sigh of relief letting her belly flow out onto her lap. “I should get changed before going back to my parent’s, god could you imagine my mothers face if she saw me like this!” Emma said, this time laughing about it. “To be honest I don’t really want to stay there… and I don’t know where I could get changed before going either...” “why don’t you come to my place?” “You mean you’d let me stay at yours?” Emma asked, suddenly sounding exited. “Well I actually meant to change, but if you want to stay I would be more then happy for you to do so.” “Oh sorry that was a bit rude of me to assume...” Emma said quietly sounding a bit deflated. “No honestly I would love for you to stay at mine, I just didn’t expect you to want to.” Emma perked up again after that. “Wow thank you, my parent’s are taking me and Luke out for dinner tomorrow… would you be able to come as well? I don’t think I can take all the teasing and telling off I’m going to get for this by myself.” Emma asked shyly, grabbing her bloated belly. “I’d love to.” I replied. We went back to my place, I had a house about fifteen minuets away from Emma’s parents, Emma texted her brother to tell him what was going on so that they didn’t worry about where she was. When we got to my house Emma went to get changed in my bedroom as I waited for her downstairs, I couldn’t help but listen to her get more and more out of breath as she walked up the steps. I was sat on the sofa when she finally returned wearing her new clothes, I had made sure to give her the bag with the size 24 clothes so that she wouldn’t realise I had swapped most of them. She was wearing a black skirt that came down to just above her knees, the waist band that was around the middle of her belly held together by a small leather strap only just about visible due to her belly bulging out. The strap was on the largest hole it had and was under a fair amount of strain. She wore a white button up shirt with a lacy collar that was tucked in under the skirt, the button’s from the neck to under her breasts were normal, however the ones from the breasts down over her belly were slightly strained, causing gaps to form in-between the buttons, revealing little sections of her stretched marked belly. “How do I look?” Emma asked timidly, slowly twirling around, letting me see her back fat also bulging over the waistband of the skirt. “Stunning, you look beautiful.” My remark made the already shy girl go even redder then she was before, she let out a very timid giggle and began playing with her beautiful blond hair. “Do you want to sit down?” I asked patting the sofa next to me, Emma took my offer and fell down onto the sofa with a groan, causing the gaps between her shirt buttons to grow larger and more of her belly to bulge over her waistband. She then reached into the bag of chocolate that she had got from the vending machine and munched on a large Mars bar. “Thank you so much for today, even though that thing in the restaurant happened… I had a great day.” “Your more then welcome, I had a great day as well.” “Really? Oh and I’m umm….” Emma nervously played with her hair then quietly said “I’m sorry about your hoody...” She was obviously embarrassed about the fact that she had stretched my hoody out of shape. “It’s fine don’t worry, It looked cute on you any way.” I said chuckling. “How was it cute? I didn’t realise how obvious it was that my jeans were unbuttoned through it until I looked in your mirror! God people must have thought I’m a right pig… although I did eat so much that they popped so...” She looked at me for a second and then we both burst out laughing. “Well I thought it was cute and it showed off your curves.” I stated after finishing laughing. “Curves? You mean my rolls and flabby bits? James I know I’m fat and disgusting you don’t have to lie to me...” “Emma your not disgusting your a beautiful young woman and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying food and being on the larger side.” Emma went silent, as if deep in thought, a slight smile on her chubby face. After a couple of minuets of silence she spoke up. “Well in that case you won’t think its disgusting that I’m thinking about dinner?” She chuckled, I laughed as well. “Not at all, what would you like? I can cook us something or we can get take out?” “Don’t tempt me with take out!” she playfully slapped me on the arm. “You know I’m too weak to say no!” We ended up ordering KFC, getting a twelve piece family bucket that included four fries and four boxes of popcorn chicken. Emma hadn't moved from the sofa since she sat down and had already eaten another chocolate bar waiting for food. I brought the bucket too her and instantly she dug in. She managed to finish off six pieces of chicken, two packets of the fries and three of the boxes of popcorn chicken. I had three pieces of chicken and one packet of chips, I had to admit they were nice. After she had finished Emma leaned back on the sofa rubbing her belly and groaning. she had had to undo waistband of her skirt half way through her meal letting her skirt fall of her so that she was just sitting on it. Her shirt didn’t quite reach the bottom of her belly any way but now it was unbuttoned up to her breasts. She was breathing heavily between groans and sighs and started to use both hands to rub her fat bloated belly. As her dress was off I could see that she was wearing black lacey underwear, although I could only see it on her hips as her belly covered the front. “God I have eaten too much today even for me, I don’t think I have ever been this full...” she moaned. I gently placed my own hand on her belly and began to rub it. “Does that help?” I asked, Emma let her hands fall off her belly to her side and closed her eyes, letting out a moan. “That feels amazing...” she responded. I continued to rub her belly for quite a while, Emma just lay there eyes shut, moaning every so often in content. I looked at her soft fat thighs, it was obvious she didn’t do much walking as there was very little muscle in her legs, just soft jiggle flesh from her almost limitless gluttony. Eventually Emma fell asleep, I slowly got off the sofa and began to tidy up, every so often looking over to admire the stunning view of a fat, lazy, gluttonous and beautiful girl that lay on my sofa, at one point she coughed in her sleep, making all her soft flesh jiggle. After a few hours I decided to carry her to my bed so that she would be more comfortable. It was far from an easy job, she was a heavy girl, however from years of manual labour in the garage, I was quite a strong bloke, it took a lot of effort but I carried the still sleeping girl to my bed. I tucked her in and then returned to the sofa to get some sleep myself. The morning came, I woke up early so that I could cook Emma a fry up for breakfast: Three sausages; four rashes of bacon; two fried eggs; three hash browns; three pieces of black pudding and a good amount of baked beans. As I was just finishing, a still half asleep Emma walked into the kitchen. She had changed into a tight red top with straps over the shoulders, showing off her flabby arms which also had plenty of stretch marks on them and a pair of flowing pyjama trousers with a stretchy waist band. The Trousers and the top didn’t quite meet in the middle, leaving a gap around her belly in line with her belly button. As she walked in, her belly jiggled with every step; Emma rubbed her eyes and yawned whilst saying “Good morning”. “Good morning, how are you feeling?” “Not as full as I did last night.” She said in a sleepy voice, chuckling slightly. I laughed as well. “Well we can sort that, I have cooked you breakfast.” I told her. “I was hoping that was for me, I could smell it from the bedroom.” She said with a cheeky smile sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I placed the plate in front of her and an extra large mug of seriously chocolaty hot chocolate made with milk and a few pieces of actual chocolate melted into it. Emma’s sleepy eyes still gave away a look of gluttony as she looked at the food and chocolate despite still being half closed. “I could get used to this.” She said with a giggle. “Well you can stay any time.” I replied with a smile. “Speaking of, how did I end up in bed? I don’t remember pretty much anything after laying back on the sofa.” “I carried you there.” Emma’s eyes were suddenly wide and she looked almost panicked. “YOU CARRIED ME?!” She blurted out. “Yea I couldn’t let you sleep on the sofa could I?” Emma bit her bottom lip and started playing with her hair again. “Tha… Thank you, god how on earth did you carry me up those stairs?” I just smiled at her and chuckled. Emma began to eat her breakfast. “I need to leave for work now, you can stay here if you want or I can get you a taxi back to your parent’s? Sorry I can’t wait till you finished your food otherwise ill be late.” “Is it OK if I stay here? I really don’t feel like facing my mother without you there...” “Of course you can, you can stay here as long as you like, here ill leave you some cash for lunch, most companies deliver here if you don’t want to go out.” I placed £50 on the kitchen island. “Thank you… I seriously never thought id be treated like this, I thought id spend the whole time being degraded by my mother for how fat I have become…” “Your more then welcome, and ignore her, you don’t have to be skinny in this world, you like your food and there is nothing wrong with that. And any way, you are a lovely person which is more important any way, the fact that your stunning is just a bonus.” I answered smiling, stroking her chubby cheek with the my hand. “Don’t ever think that being bigger means your not beautiful.” Emma’s eyes started to glaze over with tears. “You know I think that’s the nicest thing any one has ever said to me...” Even though her eyes were full of tears, she gave me a massive smile. “Well its true, If you need anything, call me. I have written my number down for you on the fridge.” I smiled back at her before leaving for work. Luke was waiting for me at the garage when I arrived. “Hey man, you ok?” he asked. “Yea good thanks, you?” “Yea I’m good, fed of of my mother going on about Emma’s weight though, is she OK?” “Yea she’s fine, to be honest we had a good time yesterday.” “That’s good, I’m glad she got away, mother never stops going on about her weight and it gets to her. I know she has put on weight but there definitely was no need to embarrass her like that. What did you guys do any way?” “Well we went out to get some lunch, there was a little incident which meant we had to go clothes shopping for Emma so I bought her some new clothes.” James interrupted me, not that he was being rude. “You bought them? That was nice of you but why?” “Well your mum cancelled Emma’s card so that she, and I quote ‘she has cancelled her card so that she can’t buy junk food and get even fatter’” I told him “Wow… seriously...” “Yup, but she needed now clothes as um well… as I said there was a bit of incident.” “What she spilt food on herself or something?” “Um… no… Well she only brought one set of clothes with her because she was going to buy more any way and well… She might have eaten to much to still fit in the ones she was wearing...” “Ohhhh right, yea that sound’s like Emma, she can never admit that she has outgrown her clothes until they literally don’t go around her any more, I remember in school once she wore a shirt that the buttons popped on around her belly every time she sat down… I shouldn’t really be telling you that but...” “It’s fine don’t worry I won’t judge her, I think she’s lovely and I enjoyed her company.” “I’m glad, so what did you do then?” Luke asked as we turned on the lights in the garage and rolled up the doors ready for work. “Well once we got her a load of new clothes we went back to mine because she didn’t want to see your mum.” “I don’t blame her, and a load of new clothes? You mean you bought her more then one outfit?” “Yea quite a bit to be honest, managed to swap some of them without her noticing to a bigger size, like you said she couldn’t accept she had grown more then one size up.” “Jesus man how much did you spend on her yesterday?” “Must have been close to a grand why?” “Mate you really are a good guy aren't you?” “Well I try.” I answered with a chuckle. “But it’s not just that mate, she is your sister so ill tell you now, I like her bud, she makes me happy, and before you ask I was a perfect gentleman I haven’t even told her I like her yet.” “Bro you have my full support.” Luke said, grinning from ear to ear. “It would make me so happy if you two did get together, my best mate and my sister, its like one of those romance stories.” He chuckled before carrying on. “But just to let you know mate, she has never had a boyfriend, so take it easy yea, I mean I know you will any way your that kind of guy. I didn’t see this coming to be honest, I mean for one she’s six years younger then you, I mean she’s nineteen still a teenager just about. And also… well there's a few reasons that she hasn’t had a boyfriend, she s usually VERY shy, it’s amazing she s opened up to you so easily for one! And obviously she’s always been a large girl and now she’s well… not being nasty but she’s kind of huge now, not many people can see past that.” “Well her size isn’t a problem for me, if she likes her food and she’s happy that’s all that matters to me.” “That’s good to hear bud, because I can almost guarantee, she is probably never going to lose weight, my mother has been trying for years but Emma is just too greedy, and has no self control when it comes to food.” I chuckled at that remark. “I gathered, it’s not hard to tell that food is on her mind most of the time.” “Yea, no matter how much mother tried to force her to eat salad or whatever, she would always find a way to get hold of junk food, I found her once in the bathroom trying to hide the fact she was eating a bucket of KFC, god I shouldn’t be telling you these embarrassing stories about her.” “It’s fine mate, to be honest I think it’s kind of cute.” Luke laughed and patted me on the back. “Maybe we should get on with work, Emma text me you were coming over for food at my parent’s toning with her?” “Yea mate, hopefully your mum won’t force salad on Emma!” I said jokingly. “You don’t have to worry about that, My uncle is over cooking a BBQ for us, he’s a chef, Emma and him are closer then she is with our parent’s. It might have something to do with the fact that he enjoys his food too, admittedly not as much as Emma. Also he loves cooking for Emma as she always appreciates his cooking, mother hates it but she can’t argue with her brother.” Luke laughed. “He always spoils Emma, I remember we went on holiday with him once, mother was furious when he left as Emma put on almost a stone from him cooking for her.” “Sound’s brilliant, I love a good BBQ.” Luke and I got to work, as usual we had a good laugh and chatted between jobs, but worked hard when we needed to. Finally it was time to close the garage, me and Luke said our good byes and headed our separate ways to get ready to meet at his parent’s house later on. I arrived home to find Emma asleep on the sofa, wearing the same as she was this morning, I couldn’t help but look at her belly, her top still not covering her belly button or anything on the same level. Her belly moving up and down with her breathing. As I looked I couldn’t help but think that She really did have a lot of stretch marks, her gluttony really did show. Next to her was several chocolate wrappers as well as a MacDonald bag. I quietly picked up the rubbish, looking at the receipt to see what Emma had eaten out of curiosity. The receipt read: Two large big mac meals, one chicken nuggets, an apple pie, two two litre bottles of coke and two Mcflurries. After I tidied up I sat down next to Emma and gently stroked her cheek to wake her up. “Oh hi.” Emma said sleepily. “Hey you.” I replied. “Did you have a good day? “Yea thank you, did you?” “Yea can’t complain.” I replied with a smile. Emma stretched, causing her top to lift up to the top of her belly and her trousers to ride down a bit, revealing more of her fat belly and stretch marks. As she stopped stretching she rested her head on my shoulder as I had my arm on the back of the sofa and curled up to me on her side. I smiled to myself looking at how cute she looked all snuggled up. I also noticed that her belly was hanging off the edge of the sofa, almost flowing down the side. I moved the arm I had on the sofa so that it was laying on her, my hand on the side of her belly. I gently rubbed her belly, Emma let out a moan, sleepy yet obviously a moan of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself, I gently grabbed a handful of her soft fat body. Emma, to my surprise, giggled “That kind of feels nice, it makes me feel safe.” she smiled with her eyes still closed, then moved her hand that was on top of her to pull down her trousers under her belly, then grabbed her flabby belly from the bottom and gently squeezed. “Ive never done that before, I have always hated touching my belly, or anything touching my belly, I feel so fat when I sit down by a table and my stomach is pressed against the side of the table. Although that basically happens every time I eat at a table nowadays. Still doesn't feel as nice when I do it compared to when you do.” She took my hand and pulled it to the front of her belly, then clenched her hand around mine to make me squeeze her huge soft fat belly. Emma let out a slightly louder moan of pleasure, then suddenly she realised what she was doing. “Oh god I so sorry I was half asleep god that is so embarrassing, god I’m so sorry.” she stammered, panting from the effort of getting herself back into a sitting position. “Emma calm down its fine.” I told her, putting my arm around her. “Don’t worry so much everything is OK.” I continued, putting my other hand on her belly. “You really don’t think I’m a lazy disgusting pig? Oh god I fell asleep with all the wrappers around me god I must have looked like such a fat slob… who am I kidding I am a fat slob...” “Emma calm down, I don’t think your disgusting!” I pulled her into a hug, she buried her head in me. After about five minuets she calmed down. “Sorry, I’m just so used to being teased for being so fat… I’m not used to some one not telling me how fat I am or how disgusting it is that I’m this fat...” “Well I will never tease you or tell you your disgusting, because your not, you are a beautiful person who is also beautiful not disgusting at all.” “But I’m only nineteen and this size… I don’t think I have ever met any one my age who is this big.” “Trust me Emma your not the fattest nineteen year old, and even if you were, you would still be stunning.” Emma blushed and finally smiled again. “You really know what to say to cheer me up don’t you?” she said in a sweet voice. “All I have to do is tell you the truth and it seems to work. Now would you like some help getting into that dress to go over to your parent’s house? You said you wanted to wear it didn’t you?” “Oh… yea please, can you help me up as well sorry? Your sofa is so comfortable but it seems to suck me in.” She said with a shy giggle. “I had to answer the door to the delivery guy earlier and I was completely out of breath and sweating because it was so hard to lift myself out of it.” “Of course no problem’s.” I said smiling at her, after I helped her up we went to the bedroom to get her dress on. “Ill wait outside till your ready for my help.” “Well um… its kind of hard to even get on… could you stay and help?” “Sure.” Emma started taking off her clothes, it was obvious she was nervous about taking them off but to be honest both of us knew that I had basically seen all of it before, it wasn’t as if she was taking her bra or underwear off. I couldn’t help myself but look at all her the rolls and stretch marks, the way her body jiggled with every movement was impossible not to notice. We finally started to pull the dress over her squishy frame, it slid easily over her head and cheast, not that her breasts were particularly small; yet it was only when it was time to pull the dress over her belly that it became a struggle. Together we squeezed her into the black satin dress and did up the zip, once again I was amazed by how good she looked bulging out of such a tight dress. Emma turned around and looked up at me with her big green eyes shimmering behind her glasses. “Do you really think I look good in this?” “Yes I do, I think you look absolutely gorgeous.” Emma smiled and looked at the floor. “Nobody has ever told me I look beautiful; or gorgeous; or stunning before you, the best I ever got was ‘It’s very slimming’ or ‘It makes you look skinnier’ and stuff like that… It never rely made me feel good because it was as if they were saying ‘It changes the way you look for the better’ not that I looked good in it.” “Well Emma, I’m telling you now, that dress doesn't make you look good, you make that dress look amazing. You are the one that is gorgeous and beautiful, not the dress.” Emma burst out crying and hugged me suddenly. “You really are the nicest person I have ever met, I have never felt good about myself before, and yet when you say stuff like that for a few moments I don’t feel like the fat mess that I am.” “Emma, the fact that your a big girl does not mean your a mess or that your not beautiful or attractive, one day I will get you to believe that.” Emma and I set off for her parents house in the car. Emma was quiet since I told her that one day I would get her to believe the fact that she is beautiful, however she had had a shy little smile on her face since. We arrived and I helped her out of the car, it was even harder for her to move about as the dress didn’t allow for much movement. We walked straight around to her parent's garden instead of through the house. Suddenly there was a booming voice and a stocky man walked up to us. “EMMA! Good to see you girl, it’s been a long time.” the man embraced Emma in a hug. “You have been enjoying your food I can see.” He said after the hug, patting Emma’s protruding belly. “That’s my girl, don’t let your mother tell you its bad to enjoy your food, if she wants to blow away in the wind let her!” He said chuckling, I could see Sarah in behind near the garden table, her face like thunder. “And is this your boyfriend?” he asked Emma looking at me, Emma went the deepest shed of red I had ever seen somebody go. She started stammering incoherent things, not making any sense, Luke then stepped in. “This Is James uncle Brian, my friend and boss, he only met Emma yesterday but mum upset her so she staid at his.” I extended a hand to shake Brian’s, he reciprocated. “Good hand shake, you should keep hold of this one Emma. I hope you have been looking after my niece James!” Emma went an even deeper shade of red, I didn’t think it was even possible. “Yes sir.” I replied “It’s Brian, no need to be polite with me, I’m not as up tight as my sister and her husband, is that a new dress Emma?” “Ye… Yes uncle.” Emma stammered, just about regaining herself. “When did you get that?” “Yesterday, James bought it for me...” She replied. “Ohhhhh not your boyfriend but he’s buying you clothes?” Brain smirked. “Well I suppose considering your mother cut you off he was just being a gentleman as you didn’t have a card to pay with.” I could see Sarah getting angrier by the minuet. “Right let’s eat then shall we? You must be hungry Emma, why am I even asking your always hungry, she’s got a good appetite this girl!” Emma looked sheepishly at the floor, I got the impression that this was usually a bit of a laugh when Brian talked to her like this but due to the huge amount of weight Emma had gained recently and the fact that I was here, it was making her feel uncomfortable. I took her hand, she looked up at me and I smiled at her, suddenly she seemed to cheer up, as if all she needed was a bit of support. We sat and talked for a bit, Sarah every so often dropping a sly comment about Emma’s weight and how tight the dress was on her, however Emma now seemed to be brushing it aside and taking no notice, which infuriated her mother. After a while Brian served up food, every one except for Sarah had quite a large plate of the usual BBQ food, except for Sarah who chose only to have salad and one sausage. However I did notice that Brian gave Emma an extra large serving, giving her a wink. We all ate, the food was amazing, I came to the end of my plate and was stuffed. Every one put their plate down, except for Emma, Brian had kept asking us all if we wanted any more, Emma had been the only one to say yes… every time. I was sat next to her and I could see that her belly was becoming more and more bloated from the copious amounts of food she was eating, seemingly oblivious to the fact she had eaten probably double compared to every one else. Emma took another burger off Brian and started to eat it, then suddenly *RIP* Emma’s dress either side of her belly split at the seams her fat bulging out. Emma froze for a second a look of panic in her eyes. Sarah spoke up “Emma stop eating you have had enough look at you! You have split your new dress! God how did you let yourself get this fat!” Emma once again went bright red, however she looked down at her still half full plate of food with desire. “But… I’m still hungry.” Emma replied, it was evident in her voice she was nervous and embarrassed. “You have had enough, you making a pig out of yourself, look at you, your bulging out of that dress in every direction it’s disgusting.” “She is enjoying herself Misses Parker, and I can’t blame her the food was lovely.” I told Emma and Luke's mother, fed up of her having a go at Emma and being nasty. “It doesn't matter if she is enjoying herself or not, what matters is that she is so fat now that she looks like she wouldn’t be able to even be able to fit in the chairs in the dining room! Emma you will never have a perfect body like mine unless you get a hold of yourself, your disgusting you weighed more then me when you were only twelve! And now look at you! Your a pig!” I could see Emma trying to ignore her, but her eyes were filling with tears. Brian was about to chip in but I got there first. “Well Misses Parker a lot of people would argue with you about your body being perfect, I for one don’t find you attractive at all, especially your personality which id say is more important then looks any way, your daughter is also a lot prettier then you any way. And to be honest when Emma isn’t around you she seems to be much happier then you ever do even on one of your good days. Not every one can be skinny in this world, and if food makes her happy then let Emma be happy. Your daughter is not obligated to live up to your expectations, its her choice what she does not yours.” “Couldn’t have said it better myself young man!” Brian shouted. “Finally somebody has put you in your place sister! Eat up Emma, ignore your mother.” Sarah’s was in complete shock, her mouth wide open, she sat there frozen like that for a good ten seconds before getting up and storming off, her husband who barely talked following in toe.
  14. Boblour

    The adventure

    After wishing her a good morning back Kate and I walked together down to a small room, which was set up as a small dining room. The room was set up to accommodate around eight people however every one else had already had their breakfast, there for only me and Kate were there, other then a few servants preparing for us. As Kate sat down, the slightly parted buttons on her shirt couldn’t quite keep the top half of her soft belly out of view, I could clearly make out her belly between her buttons. However I could not make out the button of her trousers due to her belly being squeezed over the top. I sat next to Kate at the table, I looked at, she looked nervous. “Is everything OK My Lady?” I enquired. “Ye… Yes, everything is fine.” she answered, unconvincingly. “If your sure, you know I did mean what I said at the feast, I do want to be your friend not just your body guard, I am here if you need to talk.” I replied trying to put her at ease. “Thank you...” She replied quietly, still staring at the empty space on the table in front of her. A servant came and asked me what I would like for breakfast after confirming with Kate that she would have her usual, whatever that was. I requested bread and cheese, a normal breakfast for me as it was one of the few things that was easy to travel with, although cheese could be a problem during the summer months. Kate’s breakfast was brought out first, a plate piled with sausage, bacon, fried potato, fried bread and separate plate filled with various pastries, although pastries were an uncommon breakfast food, some how it didn’t surprise me. Kate turned and looked at me, seeing I was looking, then quickly looked away blushing once again from embarrassment. I ate my cheese and bread, by the time I had finished, Kate was not even a quarter of the way through her stack off food. I attempted to break the awkward silence. “So have we got any plans today?” I asked. “No, although I know my father would like to discuss something tonight over dinner.” “Well then, maybe we can spend some time getting to know each other? We didn’t exactly get a chance to talk that much yesterday, What with the feast and everything.” “You… You want to get to know me?” Kate asked, looking both confused and shy at the same time. “Well yes, were going to be spending a lot of time together, it would be nice to know more about you.” “Why?” “As I told you, I would like us to be friends.” “You know Kane, It’s not really professional to want to be friends with the Lord’s daughter that your meant to be protecting, however… I have to admit I like the idea of having a friend… Especially if that friend is you.” “Good!” I said with a smile. “As you can tell, this is the first time I’ve had a job like this, so if I come over again as unprofessional I apologise in advance, I’m trying my best I swear.” “Don’t apologise… I'm… I’ve just never had any one before want to be my friend… To most people I’m just ‘The Lord’s daughter’, some one who they have to obey due to rank. I’m not used to people wanting to talk to me more then they have to other then what they are expected to due to my standing. I have to admit, it feels nice.” she looked at me straight in the eye and gave me a shy smile before returning to her food. “I’m glad.” I replied, smiling. After Kate finished her breakfast and taken a bit of time to let her food settle, we left the dining room. “Maybe we could go and sit in the gardens and talk?” I enquired. “I don’t often go out there...” Kate replied, “But I think that would be nice, we have a couple of hours before lunch.” “Great, lets go then.” We slowly walked to the gardens, it wasn’t very far, if I was alone I would have made it there in five minuets roughly, however it took us double as Kate wasn’t able to go at the same pace as I normally would walk, not that I minded. we didn’t talk much on the trip other then me making sure she was OK. When we arrived in the gardens, we decided to sit on a stone bench that over looked almost the whole garden, well at least the part that was on this side of the castle. “So Kane… what did you do before this job?” Kate asked, she was starting to talk to me a bit more freely, however she was still the same bossy Kate I had first met, not that it bothered me, she was a Lord’s daughter after all. “Whatever came up.” I answered laughing. “I’ve guarded convoys; hunted down beasts that threatened villages and towns; explored old ruins for forgotten treasures, anything to make a living.” “Wow… You had quite an exiting life… Well until you came here to look after me that is...” “Well I’m here to protect you, doesn’t hat sound exciting? To guard a Lord’s daughter?” I answered. “But there isn’t anything to guard me from in the castle and so far all you have done is look after me… Help me after I embarrass myself...” “Well I don’t see any reason you should be embarrassed, and quite frankly I have no problem looking after you if that’s the way you want to look at it.” “No reason? You had to take my dress off last night, I made you feed me even after I had stuffed myself silly at the feast and help me into bed on top of that you tucked me in… And its not your job to look after me, your a body guard not a baby sitter, I’m pathetic...” tears started to roll down her face. “It may not be in my job description as a body guard to look after you, but you agreed for us to be friends, and looking after people is in in a friends job description, you have no reason to be embarrassed about any of last night. Also you didn’t make me feed you chocolate, I decided to do that to make try and make you feel better, you didn’t ask or order me to do it.” I told her, she appeared to calm down slightly however continued to cry. “Well I’m about to do something else that is probably unprofessional.” I said as I gave her a hug to try and comfort her, she buried her face into my chest still crying slightly. We sat there for a while until she managed to calm down. “You know, no ones ever been this nice to me… I mean every one is nice to me I’m the Lords daughter, but their only nice because of that, your nice to me in a different way… Thank you… I… I was just afraid you would think me disgusting.” “Ka… My Lady.” I stumbled on my words, after almost addressing her inappropriately. However the response I received was not the one I expected. “It’s fine.” Kate giving me an adorable smile even though she was still slightly crying “You can call me Kate when we are alone, or even when there are just servants about, I don’t mind, in fact, id like you to.” “OK then… Kate” I said with a smile “I could never think you disgusting, I want you to feel comfortable around me, were going to be spending a lot of time around each other and the last thing I want is for you to be feeling embarrassed or anything like that around me.” “Thank you Kane… Um, well this is still embarrassing to ask but ill try my best to get past it… I can’t leave the Castle by myself, not that id be brave enough to even if I could… But I need to go to the tailor, I need some new clothes I uh… Well I can barely breath in what I’m wearing at the moment, never mind any of the dresses I currently have.” We both laughed, although Kate’s laugh still showed that she was embarrassed by the fact she needed new clothes and having told me about it, not that I didn’t already know of her need for some clothes that were less at risk of bursting open at any second. “Shall we go after lunch then?” I enquired. “That sound brilliant.” Kate answered. We set off back to the dining hall for lunch, I asked for a small serving due to the fact that we had only had breakfast a few hours ago. Kate however to no surprised was presented with a generous portion of food, consisting of what she told me were all her favourite foods. Her plate had a wide selection on it from potatoes roasted In goose fat to sausages wrapped in pastry. As she got further through her meal, the gaps between her buttons became bigger, as the buttons struggled more and more to contain the ever increasing size of her belly, I couldn’t help but notice how now I could see the button of her trousers due to her stomach no longer being as soft as it was due to the amount off food she was piling into her mouth. Her belly was quite obviously pushing with some force against the confines of her trousers, evident by the way the once hidden button was at an angle, desperately struggling to contain Kate. The fabric on which the whole for the button was, showed sines of stress as well, the button hole elongated due the tension that the button was putting on it. “Enjoying your food?” I asked her “Um… yes… thank you.” She answered looking up at me her head tilted down in a way that I couldn’t help but find attractive, although that was certainly not her intention, given away by the fact Kate was blushing. She was obviously still embarrassed by how gluttonous she was, but obviously was unable to do anything about it, not that I was complaining. “Good, Have you ever eaten anywhere other then in the Castle?” “Ummm… I ate ate my father’s brothers estate once.” “Was the food as good as it is here?” “It was very tasty but… never mind...” “But what?” I asked, intrigued. “Well… ummm… They… I made the servants go and cook me another meal after the feast as….” “As they weren't used to some one who enjoys their food like you do?” I finished for her as she seemed to embarrassed to admit it properly. “Yes...” Kate said with a heavy sigh, although in her eyes it was probably a mistake to do so, as when she sighed, it caused her to slump in her seat slightly… which caused the button on her trousers to give way, flinging the button bouncing across the floor, her full bloated belly bursting out and landing on her lap. Her eyes suddenly went wide from shock, she froze for a second. Her face turned a deep red and tears welled up in her eyes. I had to do something quick to comfort her before she panicked and started to cry. I reached over and gently rubbed her belly where her trousers had been digging in, leaving a red mark then looked in her eyes. “Ouch, why didn’t you undo your trousers if they were digging in that much, it’s a good thing were going to get you some new clothes, that must have been uncomfortable.” She stared back at me, still with a look of shock and panic on her face, but as I rubbed her belly, a hint of enjoyment surfaced, only enough for me to detect it on her face. “You… You still don’t think I’m disgusting?” She looked at me, still in shock but her voice gave away the fact that she was scared, scared that id answer yes I do, however in truth it was quite the opposite… “No of course I don’t think your disgusting, why would I? There is nothing wrong with having a good apatite.” I replied, following with a reassuring smile, Kate seemed to relax a bit after I said that, she placed her hand on mine, pushing it slightly into her soft belly, well soft on the outside, by doing this she let me feel how full she was, my hand sank slightly into her belly before it met resistance due to how full of food she was. “I don’t deserve how nice you have been to me… my Mum is right, I’ve become a spoilt little princess, I order every one to do things for me that I should do myself but I’m to lazy to and instead I spend all my time getting fatter...” Kate said quietly returning her eyes to her food, looking suddenly very down, not upset as such, just… empty. “Your more then welcome to order me around.” I said lifting her head from her chin so that our eyes met again. “I have no issue taking orders, especially when their from you. You are the way you are and I still want to spend time with you just the way you are.” This statement brought a slight smile back to her face, I smiled back. “So… by just the way I am… does that mean you won’t want to spend time with me if I get fatter?” she asked, I wasn’t sure how to answer that, I wasn’t even sure why she was asking… “It won’t make any difference to me, ill still be here to help you when you have over eaten at a feast.” I answered trying to make light of the situation, I hoped it was the right thing to say. “Good.” she snapped. “Well let me finish my meal then!” she quickly added, flashing me a cheeky smile, we both started laughing as she dried the tears from her eyes. I started to sit back up straight on my chair, however before I had a chance, Kate grabbed my arm. “Rub my belly again, it… It helps...” Kate said, attempting to put on an authoritative tone, however I could tell she struggled to ‘ask’ me to, and struggled even more to pretend it was an order. “of course My Lady.” I replied, making a fake bow from my seat, with a flurry from my hand. We both chuckled. Kate ate the rest of her dinner after I manoeuvred my seat to make it easy for me to rub her expanding belly as she ate. I could tell she still felt embarrassed that I was touching her huge stretch mark covered belly, but as the case with food, she couldn’t help but give up to the temptation of anything that felt or tasted good. After Kate had finished her food, I helped her out of her seat and we returned to her room so that she could attempt to find something to wear that fit her. I planned on sitting outside in my area of the room and wait for her. However she shyly asked if id come on as she might need help getting into something. We attempted to find something we could squeeze her into, to no avail, one item after the next, either it wouldn’t do up; wouldn’t fit over her belly or ripped as soon as we managed to squeeze Kate into it. “I literally have nothing… This dress is only three weeks old!” She said throwing a red satin dress that had ripped on either side of the waist area across the room. “Hang on, go lay down for a bit and relax, I have an idea.” I took two of the dressed that had very similar colouring and went into my bag next to my bed. After which I took out a needle and thread and began my work on combining two of the outgrown dresses into one large enough to cope with Kate’s generous proportions. I returned to find Kate asleep, although Kate had been in nothing but her underwear almost the whole time we had been looking for something for her to put on, it wasn’t until now I had had the chance to see due to being busy helping her. I couldn’t help but look at her beautiful fat body and her gorgeous face. She lay on her side, her belly in front of her almost hanging off the side of the bed, her hand placed on it. Her soft thighs were as big as some women’s waists; Her chubby face beautiful as ever. She coughed in her sleep, making her soft body jiggle, I had to snap myself back to reality. I sat down next to her and stroked her face with the back of my hand “Hey Kate, time to wake up.” Kate moaned and slowly opened her eyes, she smiled cutely at me. “Can you wake me up every morning, it’s much nicer waking up to see you smiling at me then to an empty room.” she said still half asleep. “If you would like me to.” I answered softly. I helped her out of bed and showed her the new dress. “Here we are, with a bit of extra room.” I said as I gently lifted the dress over her head, helping her pull it over her body. “How did you manage that?” She asked “I have had to repair my own cloths many a time when I was out exploring and such, stitching two dresses together isn’t that hard after that.” “Wow… It looks better then either of them did before.” Kate said, looking at the mirror. “And best of all it doesn’t feel like it’s squeezing me from all directions or about to give way.” “I’m glad you like it.” “Hopefully I don’t outgrown this too… I want to keep it, it’s special because you made it...” “If you do ill just make you another one, stop worrying” I placed my hand on her back, she turned around and hugged me. “You actually care about me don’t you? This isn’t just you going above and beyond for your job is it?” “Of course I care about you, In all honesty it wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t being paid to be here, id still stay if you wanted me to, id still look after you.” “Your too nice Kain… I really don’t deserve it...” “Well in my opinion you do and that is that.” “I really hope you don’t change your mind...” We left the castle by horse and cart after I had helped Kate in, setting off to the tailor, we chatted on our journey, Kate decided we were going to go to the training grounds after as she wanted to see me train. She told me that she had never seen a real sword fight other then at the tournament, which she hadn’t really paid attention at. I persuaded her to tell me why she hadn’t watched the tournament, finally she admitted that she was too busy eating. “Maybe I will enter the tournament the next time it comes around.” I stated. “If your in it I will pay attention I promise!” “As well as eating?” I laughed “Only when your not fighting.” Kate answered, both of us laughed.
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