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  1. First of a two-part: During lockdown, Nicole is bored to hell, just staying in her bedroom... 😞 However, she has developed a squishy figure from laying down all day! 🥔 She now enjoys playing with her chubby belly and shaking her rolls and folds, 🐖 Not to mention her huge butt, which is bigger and rounder than ever! 😱 Would you like to have a taste of her? Come on now! 😏 Leave a review if you'd like to watch more of her fat ass. 🍑
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  2. Chapter 1 My name is Jane and I have a confession to make, it embarrasses me to say it, but I have a thing for plump bodies. Though I guess ‘fat fetish’ is a more accurate way to call it, even if it doesn’t sound pretty. I’ll begin by telling you about the before times in the mystical era of 2019, a better time really, the grass was greener and things were simpler. Back then I spent my free time hanging out with my friends and performing outdoor activities in general, but as 2019 drew to a close and 2020 began, something happened. Of course you’re familiar with it: the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s a shame really, I spent my last couple of years of high school inside and I didn’t even get a graduation party. But something else happened, as I was never really into videogames, movies, and whatnot I spent my time on social media and I noticed a trend, many of my classmates started to gain weight, indeed the combination of not being able to go outside and the half-assed online PE class (In which many students had ‘broken cameras’ suspiciously often) meant that the pounds started to pile on and on. Seeing this happen I felt something, at first I tried to deny it and pass it off as disgust, it was beyond me that I would feel something for such an unconventionally body type, one which is seen as undesirable by society at large. But it continued and I slowly began to desire it more and more, a sort of forbidden fruit. I kept watching people on social media balloon up and I couldn’t get enough of it. The boredom of the pandemic eventually got to me and one day I opened my Notebook, opened a browser window in incognito mode, and began searching, that day was the day when the floodgates opened, I was discovering a whole new world I never knew existed, I knew some people had strange or unconventional body preferences but that was the tip of the iceberg compared to what I dove into. I saw it all – real models of all shapes and sizes! high-quality art! stories! comics! forums! even a site dedicated to weight gain video games! I learned the terminology and the various communities, and I began to become surprisingly tech-savvy as well, both to find more content and to hide my tracks, this was my secret obsession and I did my best to stay under the radar, I had some close calls now and then but as time went on I got better and better. Burner phones! burner emails! VPNs! Safer internet browsers! the tools of the trade, I couldn’t let anyone find this and eventually when I did start my own stash of pictures and other content I did my best to hide it, folders within folders, inconspicuous names, everything. I eventually bought an external hard drive which I hid under a fake bottom I engineered into my bottom desk drawer, it became one of my most prized possessions. Eventually, I began to crave more, I found out that the West wasn’t the only one making this kind of content, it seemed to be pretty popular in Japan too and soon enough I learned to browse Pixiv and by that point, I even used prepaid Visa cards to acquire premium content. And so time went on, I successfully passed my last years of high school not with a bang but with a whimper, there wasn’t really a graduation party due to the aforementioned pandemic which was quite a disappointment, not only since I wanted to see and speak with my friends like before but because, and I feel kinda ashamed saying this, I really wanted to look at the plump students in person. I was on summer vacation and soon going to enter college, and in the meantime, I had nothing else to do except continue expanding my stash, at this point, it was a fairly large and diverse collection, and I was pretty proud of it in a weird way. However, that wasn’t a good day, I was especially anxious that day and the contents of my collection just weren’t doing it, I searched and searched online but I couldn’t find anything that did the trick, everything was something that I either had already saved or something that was not quite what I was looking for, I was growing increasingly desperate before I realized what I truly desired: I wanted to feel it, the warmth, the softness, play with it, see it jiggle, I wanted to be face to face with fatness. In these times it was hard to get together with someone and I lost my one major opportunity when the graduation party and ceremony were canceled, so in desperation, I lifted my shirt and looked at myself but alas, I was flat, I didn’t have abs per se but I didn’t have a tummy either. I thought about what I could do, getting fat myself wasn’t something in my interest, I was strictly a ‘feeder’ and I didn’t have what it took to become some ‘feedee’, in short, I’d have to wait until college to even see someone who might be chunky. If only I didn’t have a fetish occupying my headspace! or at least if I had something more manageable, while it’s not the most niche fetish it still wasn’t all that popular from my perspective, at least the rest are better seen by society or are easier to fulfill your desires, I bet even those feet people that get mocked constantly have it easy in comparison. This soured my mood quite a bit, so I decided to go outside and take some fresh air, at least as much as you could take through a mask. It was fairly empty outside, as usual, and it was quite late, getting dark but I should have enough time for a quick walk, so I started wandering for a bit, at first to the local park and then to some streets nearby, it was then that I remembered something, there was an esoteric shop nearby, I had a goth phase way back before, I prefer to not talk about it, so anyways, I wondered if it was still around, I got curious and decided to check it out. I arrived and sure enough, it was still there! It was open as well, unusual as shops tend to close fairly early these days, I decided “Why not?” And went inside. There was a “limited shop capacity” sticker due to Covid but the shop seemed empty apart from the owner so I entered, the shop doorbell rang and the owner, misses Willow greeted me: “Ah Jane, what a pleasant surprise! I haven’t seen you in a long time, come on in.” she greeted me “Thank you, I was walking by the area and I wanted to see this shop again” I replied After some chit-chat, I began looking around. It was stocked with about what you can expect from this kind of store: books on spirituality, metaphysical stuff, the occult, tarot reading, etc. I was walking around the store when I saw some tomes on a display table, both sides didn’t feature any title or description and the spine was lacking a name, I got curious and I opened one up and peered inside, it was empty, blank writing pages. I asked the owner what the deal was with them and she told me: “Ah those, they are just regular writing notebooks. I picked them up since they have a neat design, they look like the ancient tomes you see in the movies.” “I see” I answered “We also have some calendars, a notebook with squares for math, a pocket-sized notebook, a–” “Thank you but I’m fine, just browsing” “Well then, let me know if anything catches your eye” I kept looking at some of the notebooks. They had some nice-looking designs and came in a variety of colors. The paper inside was fairly high quality too, it had a sort of texture and an off-white color. I was looking at the various notebooks, there was a red one, a blue one, a green one, an amber one, I picked up a purple one and opened a random page, to my surprise there was something written inside ‘JANE’ in big black letters in the center of the page, that’s my name, I stared at it for a few seconds before asking: “Are these notebooks supposed to have something written on them?” “Hmm? No, I don’t believe so. They should be completely blank. Maybe it’s the name of the company or the designer?” She replied ‘JANE’ huh... a bit plain for a company name, no logo or slogan either, and no last name for it to be the name of an artist. Perhaps an alias? No, there must be another answer… Perhaps some kid scribbled on them without you noticing?” I asked. “I don’t think that’s likely, they came in today and I’ve kept a watchful eye over them” My heart nearly skipped a beat, they came in today? Out of all the notebooks on display, I grabbed this one and the page I randomly open up to had MY name on it? Granted it wasn’t like it had my full name, address, and social security number but it still felt like it was too much to be a coincidence, perhaps they– “We’re closing! are you going to purchase something or not?” The store owner asked I was indecisive, should I buy a notebook based on just a mere four letters? It must be a coincidence, there’s no way that was meant for me– “So?” The store owner insisted Seemingly by itself, my body began to move, I grabbed the notebook and headed to the cash register “Cash or debit?” She asked “Cash” I said as I pulled out my wallet It was surprisingly expensive but I suppose that’s fair considering the size and the overall quality of it, luckily I had just about the same amount of money in my wallet, I finished paying and began to head home. I arrived home, greeted my parents, and headed upstairs to my room. I closed the door behind me, sat on the bed, and began to look through the notebook. It was blank, I couldn’t even find the page that had my name written out, I checked and double-checked but I couldn’t find anything written. Did I grab the wrong one in the rush? That can’t be, I know for certain there was only one purple one, the one I bought. Did I get pranked? Is this a scam? It can’t be, it must be around there somewhere, I’ll keep looking for it. The vacation came and went and covid began to die down, but I never found the ‘JANE’ page, for a time I would occasionally try looking for it again but to no avail, not soon after I forgot about it and left it in my shelf, besides, I had more urgent matters at hand than some piece of paper, I had to prepare for the beginning of college life and the move to the dorms. I didn’t have much to pack other than my clothes, some materials, my computer, and of course, my external hard drive. As my parents drove me off to the college campus I began to wonder, what is this year going to be like? will I find anyone who meets my desired body proportions? could I really afford to indulge in my strange obsession? While I was pondering all these topics in my head I was surprised to learn that we had arrived, the trip went by quicker than I expected. I got out of the car, grabbed my stuff, and hugged my parents goodbye. I entered my dorm and I began to unpack, it was quite a nice place, if a little small, though I guess that’s the tradeoff for being a private single-person room. The lights flickered from time to time, did they really have power problems in this building? Didn’t the website say that these buildings were new? Whatever perhaps it was just a faulty bulb. With my clothes and essentials packed away, it was time to go to sleep and rest up for my first day of college. I turned off the light and entered my bed, hmm, the bed was surprisingly comfortable yet something felt wrong. Time went on and I couldn’t shake the feeling nor fall asleep, what was it? Did I forget something? Clothes? Check, wallet? Check, hard drive? Check and stored safely, toothbrush? Check, pen? Check, notebooks? Check– wait, did I pack all my notebooks? I got up and switched on the light, I then began to look through my bag, one, two, three… I’m missing a couple, oh maybe I accidentally put them with my books, I checked a different area of the bag, a physics book, biology, and math, these were ridiculously expensive by the way, what’s the deal with that? Wait, what’s this? the purple notebook… I don’t remember taking it, I haven’t thought of it in a while and I haven’t really used it since I bought it. It has a lot of pages, around 500 I think, so I guess it will do as well as any notebook, at least until I replace the ones I forgot to pack. I’ll just put it in my backpack and go right back to sleep, or at least try to, as I immediately tripped and dropped the book, it landed open with the pages facing the ground, urgh, I hope they didn’t become too dirty, I picked it up and as I turned the notebook around and prepared to close it, I noticed that it was open to the ‘JANE’ page, the one which I had been searching for so long. Just as I realized what I was seeing, the lights began to flicker heavily until shortly after they turned completely off. It was then that the ‘JANE’ letters began to glow purple, I placed the notebook on the ground and began to back away, wait a second, what if it’s just glow-in-the-dark ink? I crawled closer and slowly approached my arm until my hand touched the letters, a bright flash occurred, it blinded me and I backed away in shock. The light faded from my eyes and saw a purple light emanating from the notebook and illuminating the room, soon after a figure came from the darkness, it was a… demon? It had the body of a small young woman, smaller than me even, it had a purple skin tone and a pair of wings on its back, it began to speak to me: “Salutations moral Janel! Bow before me! I am the Insatiable! The Great Lady of Excess! The High Priestess of All Things Edible! Sovereign Ruler of the Culinary Arts! Lilith, The Grand Arbiter and Supreme Empress of Gluttony!” I tried my best to hold my laughter but I accidentally let out a chuckle “HEH? Y-You dare laugh at my performance? You mere insignificant moral–” I couldn’t hold it any longer and began to laugh, the demon recoiled and seemed embarrassed, I then began to speak: “Salutations? Performance? You are a very silly demon I must say” “I-I’m not a mere demon, I’m the Supreme Empress of Gluttony! W-Why aren’t you afraid of me moral?” “Moral? This is the third time you’ve said that, I think you meant to say mortal, and something tells me you aren’t the big shot you claim to be…” I talked back “E-Eek!” the demon recoiled as I stood upright and approached “You’re a mere succubus aren’t you? I’ve seen the depictions, you must be quite a young one too, judging from your inexperience and small size.” I observed “I-I might be a bit young for a demon but I’m still 214 years old! You’ve only lived a fraction of what I have!” the demon protested “Let’s just skip the semantics, what do you want? How do you know my name? Answer me swiftly and honestly, there’s a church on this campus near the dorms.” I responded “Eeh!” she squeaked “W-well then, what I need– I mean, what I want is that you feed my hunger for gluttonous energy, in other words, I want you to fatten up your classmates.” “Interesting. What about the topic of my name on the notebook? It all happened perfectly for you, I assume you were looking for me in specific, correct?” I questioned “Well, yes, I’m not able to reveal you much about the inner workings of the demon world, there is a sort of no-speak law, I believe you may call it a ‘Non-disclosure agreenment’, right?” The demon questioned “Agreement, not aGREENment, but that’s close enough, carry on” I replied “Whatever” the demon nagged “I am not allowed to tell you much, like if I tell you a secret weakness and you decide to betray us or you get captured that would mean big trouble for us” The demon explained “Reasonable” I replied “What I can tell you is that everything that has happened so far has been carefully planned, you didn’t encounter a page with your first name written on it by mere coincidence, you have to understand that everything in this world happens for a reason. Your previous assessment of me was true, I’m… I’m just a young succubus on its first real mission here on the mortal plane, but don’t think I’m a wimp!” The demon continued “What makes you say that?” I questioned “I was hand-picked by our father, our leader, to lead in this important mission! That means I must be special! Preparations were laid months in advance, that notebook is no mere notebook but a freshly forged artifact filled with potential. They bound me to it and sent it into the mortal realm. It got added to just the right set of regular notebooks, got shipped to just the right store, at just the right time, all of that for it to fall in your hands, you should be proud, mortal!” The demon explained “Fascinating, I can’t imagine the levels of foresight it must have taken. By the way, my name is Jane, you should know that already. So, tell me, what exactly makes this artifact so special? It looks like it’s completely blank, I couldn’t even find the Jane page until now.” I said “Alright, I’ll call you Jane, but only if you call me Lilith instead of just a mere demon or succubus. And about the tome, you see, this is the first tool we are giving you to aid you in your quest to fatten your classmates. Simply rip a page out of the tome and crumble it up and hide it in your hands, think of a food item of a relatively similar size, then open your hands, and tada! You have conjured a calorie-dense version of that food item.” Lilith explained That’s just a nickname or an alias, she’s young but I doubt she’s stupid enough to have given me her real name, whatever the case, I could figure that out later. “So… that’s all? I mean it’s good and all but it would take me a long while to fatten up even a single person with only that. And what would happen if I ran out of pages?” I complained “Hehe, don’t worry about that, you see, this is just the beginning. This tome is filled with potential. As you fatten people up and gather gluttonous energy the tome and I will grow in power. You may have been chosen, Jane, but that doesn’t mean we’ll hand you our artifacts. Prove yourself worthy and we will grant you many gifts and blessings. So then, do we have a deal?” Author's notes Greetings! I'm excited to share my first attempt at writing with you, it's a fairly run-of-the-mill college story with magical elements, inspired by shivaakaid's Thin College story (known as ">_< 0_0" here in Curvage, link to his profile here) all with his blessing, and with his writing advice. This story has a lighter one in comparison and while it starts at a slower pace, I have many exciting and fun elements planned, and I hope you will stick around as the story ramps up. I welcome any suggestions, criticism, and ideas you may have, so please feel free to comment and share your thoughts with me. Thank you for reading!
  3. Hey All, Looking for any additional content from this lovely lady here. Her boyfriend was a member of curvage, at least before the site went down years ago. They were in college and long distance, iirc. She put on some college weight, as girls tend to do from time to time and then he encouraged her to put on some more. They posted pictures for at least a year, so there was a lot of content at one point in time. Maybe even a video or two. Thanks!
  4. Does anyone have an update on girl 1 from the old thread "College weight gain 7"? http://www.curvage.org/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/5441-college-weight-gain-7-update-20-jun-2015/ One of my favorite gains ever. Unfortunately there hasn't been any update on her for a long time.
  5. Enumerated_Bob

    Crysta

    - College-age guy with 'standards' tells the story of those standards evolving Crysta pt. 1 Small towns, small schools, small colleges, sometimes the same people show up over and over. That's where we'll start this, because sometimes you learn things about them, sometimes they teach you things you didn't know about yourself. We'll start with Crysta Harris. She came to my high school Junior year, 18 years old and blessed three times over by the goddesses of beauty and puberty. Everybody noticed her, she was impossible to ignore. She tried out to be a cheerleader senior year. I showed up to those try-outs. So did most of the straight guys in the school. She killed it in the audition, we all thought. Nobody bounced like she did, no one else's shorts left their round, voluptuous cheeks exposed. She didn't make the team; she was 'too short,' they said, and 'too busty for our uniforms.' Riots nearly ensued on behalf of every male student desperate to see that inevitable Crysta Harris' nip slip on the sideline, but she didn't seem to mind. A couple guys followed as she got the news, reported back that however she felt about it, her appetite wasn't spoiled. I was in the group that stayed behind. The cheerleaders started tearing into her as soon as she left. "Oh my god, can you believe her?" One of them asked, shaking her generic blonde hair and plastic face, "She's not even that pretty!" The girl next to her clearly disagreed, but didn't argue. She held up the information sheet Crysta had provided, "Look at this, though, she's like, super short." A third chimed in, "And kinda big, right? Like, all over!" Back to stick-thin barbie number one, "Totally. I mean, she say here she's 135? I mean, at her height, all I got to say is that bitch better drop ten pounds." They weren't lying, Crysta was definitely a tiny bit fluffy. She could have been a model with her red-brown hair, blue eyes and high cheekbones, facially, she was flawless, but she liked food too much, it seemed. Most teachers had rules against snacking in class. The male teachers made an exception in her case. She didn't try and pretend she wasn't a soft, squishy sort of girl. She wore her shirts tight; if you looked, you'd see those ten pounds of fluff, but she was curvy as all hell. Nobody cared about ten pounds. Her tits were huge, perky, her hips were wide, and she still had most of a waistline. Notice how I'm using past tense. This was true through high school. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ College, though... Okay, lots of girls gain weight their first year of college. The Freshman fifteen's a famous thing, and as much as senior girls tell themselves it's a myth, it's more a fact around here. Trust me, my sex life for most of Freshman year was based on the low self-esteem of former prom queens with muffin tops and thunder thighs, and I had a damn good year. My angle worked because I'm decent-looking and good at comforting when someone feels down. It worked when a newly-chubby girl was broken up with, or ripped her pants, or felt unloved. This wasn't about wanting fat girls. It was about how skinny chicks gain weight, get upset, feel undesired, and, basically, how they don't turn me away the second I start talking. I have standards, I always have, I've never been the kind of guy who'll sleep with anything on two legs, but... Thing about 'standards' is, they vary. I've always taken 'no fat chicks' with a grain of salt. These girls called themselves fat, maybe their ex-boyfriends had called them fat, but they weren't really. 'Fat' is when a girl's waistline looks like a stack of tires, all rolls, no hourglass. 'Fat' is when her gut sticks out further than her tits. A fat girl takes up two seats on an airplane. The girls I was with, yeah, they had a few extra pounds, yeah, they weren't so toned, but God no, they weren't fat. They were a tiny bit fluffier, a bit softer, some cellulite, bunch of muffin tops, but never anything major, no huge rolls of fat or anything. I didn't get with Crysta. I never had an opening. She was comfortable with how she looked, and had loads of admirers, even as the weight piled on, which it did. Let's start there. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ She came to orientation looking like she'd had a restful summer, laid by the pool, ate ice cream. She definitely hadn't been exercising, and she wasn't losing weight. Every time I went to the food court, there she was, stuffing her face. We didn't talk until Halloween. She was trick-or-treating dressed like Elektra. Her eyes lit up, "Jason!" She squealed, "Oh my god, I didn't know we were in the same building!" She moved in for a hug, and I tried to hurry it along. I was, let's just say, interested in the view she was giving me. That outfit was... Well, mostly a cut-short tank top, red panties, and a couple strips of cloth tied a bit too tight. There wasn't much to hide the fact that she'd been taking it easy. I laughed, "Crysta! I... Heh, how've you been?" I asked, feeling like an idiot, trying to hide my arousal, "What's up?" Crysta laughed, pulled out a plastic sai, threatened me, "What's up is you're gonna give me a fuck-ton of candy, or I'm gonna force it out of you!" She wrinkled her nose, pretending rage, "Come on, I'm waiting!" I chuckled, pouring a few Hershey's minis into her trash bag. Crysta groaned, "Are you serious?" "Wha- what?" Crysta narrowed her eyes, "I said a fuck-ton. This is like, three tiny ass bars." She pursed her lips, raised an eyebrow, "What are you trying to say right now?" She asked, "You trying to say I'm getting fat?!" She bellowed, poking me in the chest with her toy weapon. It's funny how intimidating a five foot chubby girl can be when she's hot as hell and dressed like a superhero, "What? I... No!" "You sure about that?" Crysta pressed, stepping closer, "You're sure? 'Cause let me tell you, I sure feel fatter!" I calmed down, this was a conversation I knew. I shook my head, told her "Don't be ridiculous. You're as skinny as you were at graduation." I left out that she wasn't skinny then, either. Crysta grinned, "Yeah, totally." She snatched the bag of candy from out of my hands, moved for the door, talking fast, "So I can have this? Awesome, thanks! Later!" I watched her chubby butt jog off. She wasn't the only squishy co-ed in the hall, but she was definitely easiest on the eyes. Some girls had cellulite I could see through their leggings, but Crysta's thick, padded legs were smooth and sexy as hell, jiggles rippling through them as she stepped down the hall. College was doing, at that point, just the most beautiful things to her bountiful body. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Halloween fattened her up good, though, I'll tell you what. She'd broken fifteen pounds by Thanksgiving, and I mean before she left for a week of unbridled piggishness. Spring semester came around, and I swear, by Mardi Gras, Crysta was up thirty pounds. I got a good idea, her outfit was pretty revealing, short shorts and a belly shirt, every fluffy pound was right there for the world to see. I saw her sitting on a tall guy's shoulders, probably her boyfriend's, to see the parade. Her belly bent around his head. He didn't look to pleased. A little later, he was gone, and she had king cake. It likely wasn't her first slice. She had a sprinkling of green, yellow and purple sugars across that poochy, pudgy, jelly belly she'd grown. This is where I'd normally make a move; she'd gained twice as much as she was 'supposed' to, and it showed. Only, Crysta seemed a different kind of girl. Spring is when most Freshman girls get their overeating, oversleeping, lazy asses in line, preparing for the summer, losing weight because their fat ass couldn't possibly fit back into that bikini. They did that. Diets happened, and the gym filled up. Girls all around campus lost weight. Crysta found it. They dropped pounds, Crysta picked them back up. And guys still loved her. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sophomore year started. I had off-campus housing, and Crysta and I shared a morning class. She was late the first day. I recognized a few women from the last year, they mostly looked thinner. Then came Crysta. She did not. She was juicier than ever, I'm talking lots of that sweet, sweet jiggle. Her crop top, her yoga pants did nothing to hide the fact she'd packed it on something awful that summer. Her ass was fat and that gut was wobbling. Her top was tight, her tits were exploding from that bra, and there's no way she didn't notice she'd developed a thick layer of back fat for her titsling's straps to bury themselves. I said this was a morning class. You have three guesses which scantily-clad, chubby-as-fuck student brought donuts. Not to share, she didn't have enough, just to enjoy while the professor talked. More than enough to enjoy, it looked like, she forced her way through jelly-filled #'s 10-12 with a quiet, softly moaning and gently-sweating determination. Tell you right now, my hope was rekindled. She looked like she'd spent the last three months on her ass in an all-you-can-eat candy buffet, there's no way she had just as many suitors. Except she was in a relationship. I joined a study group to get to know her; boyfriend of the moment was leader. Crysta had a unique sort of study pattern, I came to realize. Snacks were very important, and she needed lots of them. You can guess how this affected her body and boyfriend status. I swear, I could almost see her getting bigger from week to week, and I couldn't miss the fact she really, truly, didn't care. I watched her bend down to pick up a box of Twinkies once. The seams of her sweats gave out. She laughed. She proceeded to eat the whole box in one, intense sitting. I kept missing my chance to ask her out, she'd break up one week, I'd hear about it, plan to make my move, then have to reschedule when she'd snap up a man ten minutes before I got there. I started helping a lot with her study snacks situation, hoping to get closer. It worked; at Halloween, we went trick-or-treating together. My car meant more dorms, meant more candy for her, and I just wanted to watch her. There was a lot to watch. She showed up at my door as the sexiest of cops, in a slutbag's version of a policewoman's uniform, tits exploding from the top, corset struggling to reign in that billowing body of hers, her ass hanging out from her short shorts and a suggestive set of handcuffs swinging from her hips. This was the costume. She added her own touch, her own accessories, a big box of donuts that I knew well enough not to touch. The corset didn't all that much to slim her up. Fat as she'd grown, her body was exploding from the thing everywhere it could, even before she started with the donuts. She lost an inch or two from the shape-wear, but got them back once the snacking started. All I'll say is that she ate a lot of candy as we moved. By the end, I don't know if I'd call her a 'Sexy' cop, anymore, not in the classic sense. Her corset did nothing at all to disguise her porky, rounded gut, her face was stained with chocolate. She was having problems breathing, and the stream of candy-to-her-face wasn't helping. I helped her back to her room. Her roommate was there, I nodded, but didn't introduce myself, just helped Crysta's groaning, overstuffed self onto the bed, told her goodbye, and left with the weirdest boner. This was the start of her dating slump that I could see. I guess she lost a lot of admirers when they saw her wheezing and sweating like a pig on Halloween, tugging at the strings of her corset, desperate to loosen it while the guys at the door debated whether they should really give her candy now she'd so clearly fallen from sex-symbol status. We ate lunch together every day, dinner too, more often than not, and I noticed a pattern. Crysta was a quantity over quality kind of girl, at least with food. Her eating habits could be described as 'constant.' I recall in November, she made an ice cream sundae. A very large sundae. She'd brought her own bowl for this bonanza. It was a large bowl. Plastic. I'd call it a popcorn bowl. She brought it in a backpack with a layer of foil on top to hold in the extra ingredients. She was more than a tiny bit proud to show me the massive monstrosity of future fatness she'd scrambled together, bragging, "Three kinds of ice cream, a couple of crumbled brownies, fuck-ton of chocolate syrup, couple of bananas, nuts, cherries, and big old spray of that good, sweet, white stuff—" she sprayed a towering pile of whipped cream straight into her mouth and squirted chocolate on top, doing her best to close her lips without making a mess, "Whiffed cweam!" She laughed, wiping up a blob that had escaped and licking it from her finger. I was conflicted, these things seemed sexy, but wrong, and I didn't know what to think. I just talked, "Wow, that's... Impressi— oh, and there it goes. Down the hatch." Crysta laughed, "Well duh, you don't make the ultimate sundae if you're not gonna eat it!" She pulled the bowl closer, "Come to mama." I looked around the table at the empty stacks of dishes. I'd had one plate. The rest were inside of the girl lost inside a world built of ice cream and fattiness. I just kind of watched. I knew Crysta ate a lot. She'd changed my definition of the phrase. I'd seen her stuff herself into a stupor at least a dozen times over the time we'd been hanging out. I knew that, I knew on an empty stomach, she could tackle that calorie bomb any day of the week. I knew she would, if it were an option. I also knew there was no way in hell her stomach was empty. She'd outdone herself at lunch and dinner. Lunch ended with her shirt rolled up and her hands massaging her fat gut, burping like she didn't have a care in the world. The sundae, it ended with a blissed-out, Crysta with a bloated belly and no cares for social norms. She dropped the spoon clattering into her bowl and closed her eyes, groaning, satisfied, "Mmph, oh, yeah..." She moaned, "I mean... Who needs men, give me ice cream!" I spoke up, "I don't really think you need more." Her eyes stayed shut, she pointed a finger in my general direction, "See? That's what 'm talking about. Ice cream makes me happy. Men just keep on pointing out the obvious, like damn, I already know I'm getting a little..." She let the sentence hang. "What?" I asked, playing the idiot. Crysta opened one eye, shook her head, "You know damn well what." Her forehead wrinkled, she gave a squeeze to her plush, bloated belly flab. "I'm talking about this shit that's happening." She wobbled it my way like I didn't watch her gut meat bouncing with every step she took, "I'm getting fat." "You're not that—" Crysta's arm rose up, one finger. She didn't change expression or her position. She looked blank, sorta happy, very fat, "Let me stop you there. I have love handles. I have a beer belly. I eat ice cream until I feel drunk. I can't move right now." Her arm fell, "Yep." She said, not sounding upset, "I'm a fat girl." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I learned in that conversation that Crysta wasn't deluding herself. She knew exactly what her eating habits were doing to her. She might have changed her ways, gotten healthy, gotten a boyfriend, but nope. She labeled the sundae the BellyBlaster, had it a few more times, even. It always put her in the mood for a certain conversation. BellyBlaster #2, she added chocolate chips to the ingredients, because of course, it needed more indulgence to it. I remember her finishing it off. We were in a booth. She turned to the side, sighing heavily with satisfaction, "Mmph, fucking yes..." She purred, pulling her knees up around the heavy swell of her gut. Her face wrinkled, she looked down, squinted her eyes to confirm, finally just wrinkled her nose, "Yep. There it's happening." "Huh?" Crysta shrugged, snatching a cookie from my plate, "Eh, my ass is fat." She slapped her legs with a loud clapping sound, "Looks like little miss thunder thighs is coming down with a case of the cellulite." She stuffed the cookie into her face, "Is it really that surprising?" I started standing up, "Really?" Halloween came back to me, those flawless, perfectly curves hips and rubbing thighs. "Sit your ass back down." Crysta commanded, "It's not like this is your one chance to see me looking fat. The dimples aren't gonna disappear just 'cause I can walk again." She pursed her lips, shook her head, "Shoulda seen it coming." Yeah, I wanted to say, I absolutely did. "It's not a big deal." "Oh, no, I know." She assured me, "I just didn't notice until now." "So what's this mean for you?" I mused, "No more daisy dukes, strict diet and exercise program?" She looked at me weird, "Are you saying that's what I should do?" I hesitated, yes to the diet and exercise, I wanted to tell her, you're turning into a exaggerated cartoon of excess and sexuality. But the daisy dukes, I like her in those, so "No—" "Good." She interrupted, "Cause I like food. I like short shorts. I do not like exercise. Besides," she said, swiping another cookie from my plate, "It's almost Christmas. Everyone gets fat at Christmas. It's tradition." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sure enough, Spring rolled around and Crysta looked like she'd eaten all the Christmas cookies. Even At this point, though, I was too invested, too determined to ask her out, and she was single, so I didn't think, didn't care about the fact that Crysta Harris was... Well, at this point, she was kinda, maybe, well, absolutely a fat chick. I did it at the end of January, in the lunch room. Crysta had just finished her dessert tray. She licked the fork clean dropped it to the table with a clatter, leaning back and moaning, "Uh, god, that was good!" She said, licking around her lips, clearing off the chocolate, "Mmph!" I smirked, "You good?" Crysta pursed her lips, shrugged, "I mean, I'd do dirty, kinky things to anybody who got me more, but yeah, I guess?" She laughed, "God knows I don't need more!" She crowed, "I'm fat enough as is!" I agreed with the last part of that, but the first bit... I hopped up, "Be right back." Maybe three ice cream brownies sounds like overkill to you, or the two slices of cheesecake I got after that, but I'd been eating with Crysta for the better part of a year at that point. The woman's a bottomless pit. I've gotten her full plates of food only for her to complain I only got one. I wasn't making that mistake this time. I grabbed her a little of everything sweet, a lot of the things I knew she loved. The look of her face when I got back. She smiled; she looked excited, tinged with worry, "Holy shit, Jason!" She laughed, "Either you really want those dirty, kinky things or you're trying to fatten me up good!" She licked her lips, grabbed the fork, and smiled, "I like it!" "Thought you would." I said as my friend shifted into full-on glutton mode, "I was kind of thinking we'd go eat somewhere, like... Oh, you told me you like Olive Garden! Maybe we start there and see where things go?" Crysta paused, laughed, "Right, 'cause the best way to a fat girl's heart is straight through her beer belly!" I scrambled, "I mean, I just thought... Maybe a movie?" "What? Are you kidding? I just told you how to get to the heart of a fat girl. I am a fat girl.” Crysta scoffed, “Gimme them breadsticks, dammit!" Force of habit, I started, "You're not that—" I caught myself. For one, she's too aware for that kind of thing to work, and two, I knew it'd just end with her arguing that she's a great, fat, fatty. Girl will defend her status as a fat, disgusting pig like most girls will if you call them stupid I thought fast, finished weak, "hungry?" She looked at me confused, "I just, I mean, you've had kind of... Well, big lunch. You don't really want breadsticks, do you? You can't!" Crysta laughed, "Uh, fuck you, yes, I fucking can!" She grinned, "I promise you, if you brought in a bowl of breadsticks, I would eat every one of them fuckers." I stared, she seemed to believe what she was saying. I shook myself, "O-okay, so, Olive Garden. When, I mean... When's a good time?" Crysta pursed her lips, thought, "How about... Valentine's Day." She suggested, "I know it's a ways off and all, I just... I mean, I'm out of shape, you know?" I could wait two weeks, "Uh, yeah! That sounds great!" I started going to the gym on a daily basis after that, for two reasons. One, I'm a bit dim, but I knew Crysta was a heavy chunk of sexy, so I needed some strength to handle that. I like to think that was the main reason, but in all truth, it was more the thought, the fantasy of seeing Crysta running on a treadmill in those spandex outfits she loves so much. Never once saw her there. Saw her every time I went to the cafeteria, and she definitely was enjoying those fast food in the union more than any 'getting-fit' girl should. She didn't look to be slimming up, that's for damn sure. Let me tell about that day forward.
  6. Marisa felt like screaming. She had worked hard her whole life to get where she was now. Developing an interest in biology at the young age of six, Marisa had always known she wanted to become a research scientist and had done everything in her power to ensure that she would one day become a respected member of her field. ‘And to think that’s all been destroyed by a couple of frat bros,’ she thought to herself. Towards the beginning of her junior year, Marisa hypothesized that it would be possible to use the gaseous waste of genetically altered bacteria in place of natural gas. Most people doubted her at first, but after a demonstration where she used her creations to fuel a small toy car, suddenly every college with a half way decent masters program was already sending her scholarship offers. Hell, the EPA was willing to buy her patent if she could present it as a cheap alternative to traditional energy sources. However, producing the bacteria in a lab was expensive and prone to error, and as she hadn’t sold the patent just yet, Marisa needed to find another path. She thought she had stumbled on pure gold when she realized the digestive tract of cows would work perfectly well and that she’d just have to “attached” the digestive track to a fuel tank and she could access the gas to run a motor in front of her class. Unfortunately, some other less high achieving seniors, thought they’d spend their last semester pranking all of their fellow students and faculty members. Their latest escapade was too release all of the Agricultural Schools livestock, most of which was still missing. The manager of the on campus farm had warned Marisa that they might not be found in time to meet her deadline for injecting the small sample of bacteria she did own. Marisa leaned back and groaned, picking at her small lunch of chicken and vegetables, trying to think of any other solutions. The slam of her front door interrupted her thought process. “I’m home,” came a loud and slightly raspy voice. Amanda had lost it two weeks ago, and had yet to recover due to her insistence on going out no matter her condition. The party girl was prone to coming back home in the late hours if at all on nights she went out, making as much noise a construction crew as she drunkenly put herself to bed. Marisa is pretty sure Amanda has never once done anything to clean the apartment, rather, making and leaving a mess was more so her specialty. Shortly, Amanda hadn’t been Marisa’s first choice of roommate. Due to her dedication to her studies, Marisa found herself with only a few, albeit very close, friends. They had all gotten an house together, which ended up flooding, and as Marisa couldn’t afford the rent at the new place, she was forced to turn to Craigslist. “Your lunch is on the stove,” she told her roommate. Amanda beelined to the kitchen, apparently her walk of shame left her starved. “Ew, next time could you at least make pasta with it,” Amanda said, wrinkling her nose at the small pot of brown rice that accompanied the well seasoned chicken and vegetables. No thank you, not even a grunt of approval as Amanda continued to shovel a healthy portion onto her plate despite her protests. Marisa liked cooking, but it irked her how her roommate never seemed to appreciate it. After all, Marisa was pretty sure her healthy meals were the only reason Amanda was as skinny as she was. She turned her head to look at the blonde. Amanda was 5’ 4” with long, straight blonde hair. She went to a tanning salon semi regularly to keep her skin a golden shade that complimented her hazel eyes. She wasn’t particularly stunning, but definitely above average, a bit generic in the face department but with a stunning body. A natural pear shape, Amanda contained most of her weight in her tight bum, which she tried to show off every opportunity. By shoving her B-cups into a push up bra, she could get almost any man to buy her a drink or take her home. Marisa even knew her current weight, 115 lbs., which the blonde had proudly announced to Marisa, talking about how she had lost five pounds since las semester. Amanda seemed to think the twice a week Zumba classes were to thank, but Marisa knew her roommate’s switch from a diet of pure take out to home cooked meals had a big impact as well. ‘And she only started going to Zumba because she wanted to spend time with Patrick,’ Marisa thought as she rolled her eyes. Long time friends since freshman year, Patrick and Marisa were gym buddies, bonded by their academic competitiveness and love of exercise, and while Amanda couldn’t commit to going five days a week like Marisa, she made the Zumba class breaks were spent “spotting” Patrick. And while Marisa’s friend found the party girl dull, he didn’t mind the attention and sometimes encouraged it, seeing her as a possible hook up. ‘The worst is when he cracks jokes and they go straight over her head,’ Marisa sighed, feeling kind of bad for her doe eyed roommate. Shaking her head, Marisa tried to dispel herself of the asinine thoughts and focus on her real problem. She didn’t know for certain any other mammal that could be used besides cows and humans, and she didn’t want to risk her last small sample of bacteria on an uncertainty. It was pure curiosity that sent Marisa looking to check if human digestive systems were viable, and now she wished she had looked into any other creature. A human subject. Marisa frowned at the thought. Along with modifying the bacteria’s DNA to produce useable gas, she had also made some modification to the current batch to make them viable to use on cows. As the bacteria consumed carbs as food, she had them begin ejecting a horomone to slow down their hosts metabolism so the cows wouldn’t waste away. That balanced out nicely with the fact the bovine’s grazed all day and the grass they consumed was unprocessed and thus more difficult to break down. But on a human… On a human, those effects were uncalculated, but Marisa guessed they’d need to eat a high carb diet and quite a bit of food as they’d be eating for two. However, the hormone the bacteria released was quite powerful, it could lead to some weight gain and most definitely bloating at the very least, Marisa wasn’t sure how the that would balance out, though she figured it wouldn’t be too bad. The worst side effect would be the person would become excessively gassy, but to what extent was also a mystery to Marisa. She once again eyed her roommate, this time with more malice intent. Amanda had started eating her food, deciding to supplement the meal with a diet coke. How she could drink garbage Marisa would never know. Sensing her gaze, Amanda looked up and smiled, making Marisa decide against her plan, it was just too mean. Her roommate could be thoughtless and self centered, but she wasn’t a bad person, she didn’t deserve that. “Oh hey Marisa, you’ll never believe what happened last night, omg you should have been there,” Amanda started suddenly, throwing Marisa out of her thoughts. “So for once I got people to go along with MY prank idea this time, I can’t believe I got Josh and Kyle to let all the farm animals out, like lol, so we almost got caught too when…” The blonde continued speaking, but Marisa couldn’t hear the rest over the sound of her blood pressure rising. To think this girl was the roadblock to her future plans, this mrs degree earning, future soccor mom would be what stole her patent and future from under her. There was no way in hell Marisa would let that slide. Amanda finished talking and with her food and retreated to the couch to watch TV and check her phone, not noticing her roommate’s sudden mood swing. She had picked up a bag of pretzels, the only snack food Marisa bought, to supplement her dinner. Watching Amanda chow down, Marisa gave herself a small, bitter smile, who would have thought she’d find revenge and a test subject in one person?
  7. You and your study-buddy are sitting across from each-other in the library. It’s silent, the only sounds the turning of pages and the clicking of pens. She’s heavy set, a pretty face and a juicy body. Her rolls are being swallowed by her sheer shirt, and her juicy hips are creating the perfect hourglass shape. But most of all, that mesmerising belly. She catches you staring, to your surprise she likes it and begins to shyly her her belly off to you. She checks to make sure nobody is around, staying as silent as she can but a few slaps almost exposed you! The most infatuating belly you’ll see, accompanied by a pretty little innocent face. She’s not as shy as she looks! Filled with hardcore belly play, looking around to make sure nobody is peeping(; A quiet, yet intense role play spoken through seducing looks, curious glances and one, massive, gluttonous belly! All the belly play you could ever desire and more is in this tasty video.
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  8. Hi yall!! I already posted on the home page, but here's my introduction in this forum! I'm 21, a college student, and I gained around 30lbs over the last couple years. Stress and no longer having a stable workout routine were the culprits but I'm glad that I gained. I've always been curious about gaining weight because I've had this fetish for as long as I can remember. I'm very comfortable with my body and my gain but I still need support. Comments on my gain (nice ones) and interactions will make me want to post more! I've already applied for a curvage model status so hopefully that goes through soon I'm really excited to see where this takes me!! First pic is a before! the rest are pretty recent:
  9. Watch as I shake my big stomach and wide a$$ in my college uniform. I gained so much weight in college, do you think my professors will still think I'm hot?
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  10. After the amazing date with her recent feeder Armando, she goes back to her door room, Armando wants so bad that roxxy move in with him, but roxxy a roommates would not let her move out, she think roxxy doesn’t notice how she leave snacks all over, ofc she know roxxy is weak when it comes to food, roxxy a roommate end up making her a gain shake for roxxy to chug. enjoy, kisses…
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  11. Halloween cow cosplay!!! Watch me stuff my face into this vanilla frosted cake 🎃
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  12. A few years ago I couldn't feel like this. Every day I see my belly and my legs grow, my legs are full of fat and cellulite, evidence of growth, stretch marks are appearing my skin is starting to wear out from weight gain I put on a suit that I like and I start to wear off and squeeze my fat, I'm soft, I'm sexy I can't stop looking at myself. I have the type of body that makes my belly and legs fat I know that, it turns me on to think how much I can grow, he asked me what I would look like with fat arms, a double chin, more lbs. I fantasize about the idea of gaining more weight, of clothes tearing, I fill my belly with air playing that has grown. I can put a skirt on my waist and hide all that fat, but the truth is what's underneath, a huge belly, fat all because of my gluttony and I LOVE IT❤️❤️❤️🐷🐷
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  13. [Author’s Note: This was originally posted via my DeviantArt page. Please consider checking out my page for more stories and fetish-related art! This story contains elements of WG, stuffing, and romance. This is a realistic, slow-burn story taking place over multiple parts with a focus on character and relationships, and a lighter focus on fetish subjects. This intro chapter is fairly light on the spicy, fetish-y bits, but there will be more to come in future parts. Read the description below for more details.] Chapter One - Like a Moth to a Flame “Will that be everything?” Des asked, the girl on the other side of the window endlessly distracted by her phone. She absentmindedly pulled out her card while he rolled his eyes, punching in the total and passing the machine over to her. Grabbing a cloth to wipe the sweat collecting on his face from the oily steam of the kitchen behind him, he let out a sigh as he stared out into the student building lobby and saw the endless line of drunken, hungry freshmen, each of them loud, impatient, and increasingly ornery while waiting for their late-night grub. The main pub on campus operated a side kitchen offering most of their menu up until midnight on weekdays, and Des closed down the house three nights a week. He had been working kitchens since high school and needed the money while trying to pay his way through his degree. The machine beeped its approval, and Des didn’t bother asking if the girl wanted her receipt. Ripping off the paper and grabbing the order chit, he spun back around to the deep friers behind, lowering another basket of fries. His coworker and best friend, Jay, was further back grabbing some buns from the walk-in, and their other coworker, Natalie, was busy pulling a steaming plate of melty, cheesy nachos from the oven. Des had no idea how just the three of them managed this volume night in and night out, but the heavy rock blaring over the kitchen speakers definitely kept them awake and swinging. “Here you go,” Des had returned with the girl’s fries, handing them over the counter window. “Next please—ah, shit…” The crash could be heard even over the thundering drum solo. “Come on man…” Des sighed even louder as he saw a guy struggling to stand back up from the floor, having fallen over and knocked over a table bearing an assortment of condiments, utensils, cups, and other supplies. “Hey Jay, can you look after the counter a sec? Some idiot made a mess in the lobby…” Jay gave him the thumbs up and Des hopped around the door out into the lobby to try and clean up the mess. Fighting through the crowd to the area of the mess was difficult enough, but beholding the full mess caused his shoulders to slump again. Shaking his head, he knelt down and began scooping up a bundle of straws into a garbage bag and started grabbing condiment bottles and throwing them up on to the table after lifting it back up again. As he bent down to grab one of the napkin dispensers, he noticed another pair of hands grabbing at some of the items also. Looking up, he saw a gorgeous girl, brunette with cute bangs, average height, wearing a baggy grey hoodie with rolled-up sleeves and some jeans. She had picked up a couple of trays and placed them back on the table, and knelt down again to collect some more items. “Hey, thanks for that,” Des smiled at her. She smiled back, soft and warm. “No worries,” her voice was soft and warm also. Surprisingly deeper and mature sounding despite her stature. It had a fullness to it unlike the squeakiness of most of the girls he saw come by the kitchen. “You get all kinds of idiots in here this time of night, you’d think they’d have the decency to help too, but…” she trailed off with a bit of a knowing laugh. “No kidding,” Des said. It took a few minutes but, before long, they had gotten most of the items sorted and replaced. He gave the table a quick wipe down before turning back to her again. “Thanks so much for your help! Have a good one!” “You too!” she said with another smile, looking right into his eyes. The interaction was brief, but something about her was magnetic and he found himself a bit smitten as he turned to head back to the kitchen. The trio in the kitchen banged out a couple dozen more orders and before they knew it, they were nearing closing time with just a few stragglers left in line. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!” Des called out to the front while he was turned to the side and quickly pulling out a few different appies out of the oven. “Take your time, I know it’s been a crazy night!” the laugh at the end was what set Des off as his eyes quickly turned in the direction of the familiar voice. Sure enough, the same girl that had helped him earlier was now waiting to order at the window. After plating and passing out the appy orders, Des moved back to the till, grabbing a towel to wipe the sour cream and salsa globs off his fingers. “Hey hey! Fancy seeing you again!” his eyes lit up as he looked into hers. God she was pretty. “And thanks again for earlier, meant a lot and reaaallly helped me out, especially all the little condiment packs.” “It was no problem at all,” she waved him off with a smile. “Honestly, I only recently just started coming over to this building for food and I can’t believe the shit you have to put up with, with these guys,” she gestured behind her to the still-raucous crowd of bordering-on-belligerent students in, on, and around the booths in the main lobby. “Ahhh, they’re not too bad…” Des said as he leaned his elbows onto the counter, trying to look like he was playing it cool. “We’re always this busy round this time. When you’ve got that late night craving, this is the best place on campus for some grub, whether it’s for study energy or to absorb some of that extra alcohol in the system. Know what you want yet? Otherwise, feel free to ask me any questions.” “Hmm…” her brows were still furrowed as she scanned the menu on the wall. “I kind of just wanted some tendies and fries but the pulled pork sandwich looked sooo good too… But I was kinda craving the fries also haha...” that laugh again, followed by flutters. “Why not both?” Des smiled, animatedly shrugging his upper body. “Nooo,” she pouted. “I’ve spent too much money on food lately, I need to watch myself. I’ll get the sandwich, please!” “Coming right up,” Des winked at her as he punched in her order and handed her the machine to pay while he spun back into the kitchen. He quickly dropped down another basket of fries while he set about making the sandwich. Fresh brioche buns. Juicy, saucy, fresh batch of pork and slaw to match. After plating up the sandwich, he also boxed up a small order of fries. “Here you go—oh, and these are on the house, as my way of thanks again for earlier,” he winked at her again as he passed over both items of food. “You didn’t have to do that!” she gasped in delight. “Thank you though! I’ll have to make sure to do an extra 20 on the treadmill in the morning though!” she giggled while playfully rubbing her middle through her baggy hoody. “Well, when you’re done you can swing by again for breakfast!” he called out as she picked up her things and began to turn away. “We open at 7:30 and our bacon breakfast sandwich is verry popular.” “Hmm… what about ‘Second Breakfast’?” she stuck out her tongue as she dragged her eyes down from his gaze towards his shirt, a simple black tee but with a Lord of the Rings meme featuring Sean Bean’s blown-up mug. “One does not simply have one breakfast on a weekend!” He teased back at her. She simply laughed as she turned and left. Des turned his attention to the next customer in line immediately after, but for the remainder of the night his mind couldn’t get off of that girl—the prettiest eyes, cheekbones, long and healthy-looking hair… Nevermind how fun and also considerate she obviously was—a little cheesy with the humor too, but endearingly so. Plus, the nerdy streak was a definite turn-on for him. He only wished he could have seen more of what she was working with underneath the layers of comfort clothes. Given the way her eyes looked over the feast he had handed her, she had no problem with her appetite, and probably had a few curves to match beneath that concealing hoodie. Now that was something he wanted to see. Oh well, what were really the chances that he would run into her again anyway? Still, always nice to have a good daydream. * * * “Alright everyone, welcome to Week Five, it is time to go over your term project,” the professor announced over the class of about eighty. Des groaned, hiding in the back of the lecture room, exhausted already from the grind of his class and work schedule. 8 AM classes were miserable—he still wasn’t sure why he made this life choice. Creative Writing was supposed to be a fun elective for him to try and learn some new skills and develop some motivation for the novel he had been chipping away at but kept shelving on the back burner. The professor droned on. Something about a short story, a few thousand words, some other loose guidelines, and they were being paired up with a classmate to do edits of each other’s drafts, with a whole marking scheme for an editing portion also. Great, Des thought, another group project that was going to suck the life and time out of him. “Destin Ashford?” the professor called out and Des snapped out of his distracted trance, raising his hand. The professor had been announcing pairings but he had gotten lost on one of his mobile gacha games. “And Asteria Williams, you’ll be together.” Des’ heart skipped a beat as he looked around for the other raised hand and he locked onto a familiar face down in the second row. Smiling back at him, he swore it was the same girl he saw a couple of weeks ago closer to the start of term. He waved back down and then they both put down their hands and the roll call continued. Everyone started packing up their bags once the professor finished calling out names as class was coming to an end. “Destin, right?” the girl had come up the steps of the aisle and tapped him on the shoulder as he crouched over his bag, stuffing in his laptop. “Hey, yea! You can call me Des for short, though. Asteria, was it?” he reached out to shake her hand. “Aster is fine also,” she smiled, taking his hand. She had soft skin and a firm, warm grip. “Fancy meeting you here, huh?” “Yea, I thought I remembered you wearing a med school hoodie when we ran into each other that one time, so I wouldn’t have figured to see you here in Creative Writing!” Des couldn’t believe his luck. “Ahah, yea, the hoodie belonged to my mom, actually,” she said. Today she was wearing a puffy winter jacket, not much better for his curious eye. Around 5’5 he reckoned, and from her face and general shape she seemed reasonably fit but not tiny. Possibly a current or former athlete. “I’m still a junior, plan is to get into med school. Biology major, for now anyways,” she laughed a bit nervously. “I’ve always had a bit of a creative streak and needed another elective, so figured I’d give this a shot!” “Oh no way, I’m taking it as an elective too!” Des said as he tried to lean back against the desk row and strike a cooler looking pose. “I’m in Economics right now, also in my junior year. Maybe trying to get into journalism school post grad though. I do some freelance media writing work on the side but creative writing is… different, you know? Scratches a different sort of itch, fulfills a different aspiration.” “Yes, it definitely does!” Aster laughed. “I guess you could say kind of as a hobby I’ve been poking away at this idea for a novel since high school and was hoping this class might give me some extra tips and inspiration to get really back at it.” “Oh that’s amazing!” Des said.. “Wow, I’m nervous already about you taking a look over mine when I’m finished! I’ve got a pro on my hands…” “Oh no, I don’t deserve that kind of flattery haha…” Aster blushed at the compliment. “Besides, you actually do real writing, for real money! I should be taking notes from you!” The two laughed and traded a bit more small-talk as the classroom emptied. They walked together through the corridors and back out into the main campus courtyard. “Well, I gotta head over to microbio now, but it was amazing meeting you!” She reached into her bag for her phone. “Should we exchange numbers to text and plan when to get together and work on our stories? Or email too, whichever!” “Text is fine,” Des said quickly as he also grabbed his phone. “Here, you can put your number in and I’ll shoot you a message to add me.” Aster punched in her name and number and then with a warm smile and short wave she was off. Des’ gaze lingered a bit as she walked away. How crazy was it that he would run into this girl like this again. She was smart, funny, seemed to genuinely care about her school and career goals, and they seemed to have some shared passions and aspirations around writing. Even the stress of having to work the closing shift that night couldn’t wipe the inner grin off his face as he made his way home. This was the most excited he had been for a long time. * * * “I prefer the interpretation of something more like, ‘falling star’, or ‘shooting star,’” Aster was staring out the window of their third floor study room, bathed in the warm sepia of the setting winter sun. The twinkle of starlight was peaking at the edge of night, a curtain slowly calling across the sky. “It’s not common, and it’s a very pretty name,” Des said, leaning back in his chair and looking as deeply at Aster as she was the sky. Their books and pens were splayed across the table, empty cups of coffee and snack wrappers pushed to the sides. What was supposed to be a quick session after their classes that day turned into an impromptu hangout as they lost themselves in conversation. “And yours?” Aster turned now to look at Des, her eyes twinkling like her namesake. “Pretty much exactly what you would think by looking at it,” Des shrugged and chuckled. “Guy’s name for ‘Destiny’, or ‘Fate’, or whatever you want to call it.” He was trying to laugh and play it off as silly, but Aster’s gaze remained serious and as she studied him, eyes locked and attentive. “I really like it,” she smiled. “Seems both of our parents were pretty creative… Maybe that sort of infused us, influenced us to be pursuing this—” she bounced the ball of her pen a few times. “Thanks, and yours too,” Des returned the smile. The two sat in silence for a minute or two, trying to return to their work for the dozenth time but failing, each lost in a cacophony of their own thoughts and distractions. “Tell me more about the novel you’re wanting to write,” Des asked, breaking the tension. Aster considered for a few moments, hesitant at first to respond, fidgeting in her seat while trying to find the words. “Well, it’s this kind of sci-fi thing, but set on this distant moon colony. There’s a major famine and drought taking place and this one metropolitan city is on the brink of an uprising against a megacorporation administering the region.” Des caught her eye briefly and she blushed, visibly nervous. “I know, it sounds trope-y and basic on the surface, but it’s going to be very character driven! I especially have these ideas really ingrained in my head, like specific scenes, that I really need to write down…” “So you’re extremely visual, then? With your imagination” Des asked. “Yes! It’s kind of like a movie in my head,” Aster laughed. “Do you visualize or imagine things like that also? When you write…?” “Yea, I do actually!” he laughed again also. The brief tension that had just moments ago hung in the room had evaporated and they launched into yet another side tangent, with Aster gushing about a few choice scenes. Her favorite character and the protagonist was a rugged pilot, Jarad, and there was plenty of imagery around the ashes and dust that coated the colony in storms. Des’ dreamy eyes were glazed over in awe but he drank in every word of his partner’s enthusiastic exposition. Their project long forgotten, they spoke and bonded about a list of topics like childhood friends catching up on missed lives. At some point, Des had gone out for some hot chocolate and a refill on snacks, and they moved their chat from the study desks over to the lounge seats in the library closer together. Night settled, yet the stars danced as their children shone alight. * * * The two of them simply could not stop talking. Texting before, between, even during classes… And when they weren’t glued to their phones they were usually found together at a café on campus or one of the pubs grabbing a drink to work on their project—which of course kept turning into excuses to just chat. Still, they really were diligent students both and were making some real progress just a couple of weeks since receiving their assignment. They found that later-evening was their peak productivity period and had taken a liking to this one late night coffee shop for when it was time to really get things done. “…And then Jarad makes the jump onto the wing of the fighter!” Aster swung the slice of banana loaf she was holding through the air, miming the action. A dusting of crumbs broke off and sprinkled over Des’ arm, resting on the table, both hands wrapped around his cup of coffee while he listened intently. “Oh, that’s going to be such a good way to end his arc,” Des said, eyes wide, piecing together where she was going. The two of them had been at the little downtown coffee shop for a couple of hours talking nonstop. Similar outings had become a regular occurrence the past several weeks. To Des’ surprise, Aster had actually also been tossing around ideas and notes for a story of her own for years. She was really into steampunk or similar vibes and most kinds of post-apocalyptic sci-fi—she amazed him with how much she also seemed to nerd out of over high-fantasy and sci-fi settings, especially anything lore-heavy. They had traded trivia questions and dove deep on plotlines and twists galore from their favorite books and movies, more than once getting into a playful argument over some ‘controversial’ hot takes. “What do you think you’re going to call it?” Des asked, taking another sip of his dark roast, black. She didn’t even blink. “Ashes of Astra IV” the loaf lingered in the air again for purposely over-dramatic effect and they both giggled. “But seriously, I think I’m going to go with that. I think the image fits well too into multiple themes including Jarad’s brother, what happened at the outpost, and of course the executions and the uprising.” “I like it, personally!” Des agreed. “I just wish I could come up with something iconic for Jarad, like you know when certain characters have these iconic lines during their defining, pivotal…” “...last, fatal, moments…?” Des threw in. “I mean, I think I plan to leave the ending a little open ended, for effect,” Aster finally scarfed down the last bite of the loaf. She had actually managed to plow through several rounds of snacks—mostly sugar loaded—since they had arrived, never mind two huge fraps. She was wearing a cute little leather jacket and simple white tee that hugged a generous chest and a bit of softness around her sides and middle. Her thighs were strong and well rounded if packed into her dark blue jeans. She had mentioned one night how she was a big time volleyball player in high school but mostly stuck to rec leagues through college so far, injuring her knee pretty badly the summer before freshman year. She definitely still showed the tone and strength, but witnessing her unapologetic appetite at each of their gatherings left no wonder for Des that she had to be close to picking up a later version of the freshman fifteen. Still, she carried and dressed it extremely well. “My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean…” Des started to say. “…yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?” Aster finished. “One of my favorite lines! Haha, of course you would know it!” The way her eyes lit up always sent butterflies through Des’ core. As they had been talking over time there seemed to constantly be these little moments of bonding—like some kind of fate. Shared childhood experiences, family vacation destinations, favorites of everything—food, plays, movies, seasons, superpowers—and so many more things. It was constantly surreal how much they had in common. “Cloud Atlas is quite the underrated story!” Des piped up. “Though, I have to admit, I’ve only read the book and never got around to seeing the movie.” “Oh, well you have to see the movie! We should watch it some time!” “Any excuses to enjoy some buttery popcorn!” Des agreed, his heart racing a little at the prospect of a movie date with Aster. He still had not been able to confirm if she was single, and so far had been way too shy to actually ask her out, though every day he felt himself building that confidence. Little comments like this definitely felt like signals, and made him think it would be soon. “Oh my god, yesss, triple layered!” Aster’s eye’s rolled back into her skull as she let out an exaggerated moan for effect. Her hands went to her middle, looking a bit overstuffed from their extended session. It seemed the more she ate, the better she wrote, and the more ideas seemed to come forth. It was truly a sight to behold, and Des found himself… liking it…? “Ohhh, haha, well I shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but that’s how I’ve always gotten it as well!” Des laughed, another random similarity, of course. “And it’s the worst because you’d always have to emphasize for the staff like, ‘no, extra extra butter, like the full three layers. Of course they’d always warn you that the butter might start dripping out the bottom there’s so much but… if I don’t need new pants after enjoying a proper bag like that, you’re just doing it wrong.” “oof—you’re telling me!” Des caught Aster subtly reaching down to unbutton her jeans—that was definitely hot to him. Huh… Aster got Des to read over a few more passages, as it was his turn to copy edit and give some feedback. To his surprise, however, the barista suddenly popped by to inform them the café was closing, much to his lament. Why did time seem to fly so fast when the two of them were together? “Ugh.. Where did the time go?” Aster spoke aloud their thoughts—of course she was thinking the same sentiments. “Hey! Want to swing by Mario’s on the way back to campus? I’m kind of craving their margherita…” Of course Des was game. He was not about to pass up an opportunity to spend more time with this wicked smart, passionate, and very attractive girl. Moreso, however, he still didn’t know why he found her appetite and curves so attractive and, academic that he was, both of his ‘heads’ agreed that more ‘research’ was in order. * * * It had snowed the night before, so much so that most of the roads were closed. But that wasn’t the reason she was so down, Des reasoned. She normally liked the snow, and they had even gone on a couple of walks on a trail behind the science building that led into the woods on the hill. Even more puzzling was the half-eaten bowl of take-out pasta from the cafeteria, and the unopened candy bar left beside her books. It was a comfy clothes kind of day, as Aster was cuddled inside of some baggy black sweats and a matching hoodie, her hood pulled half over her head as she slumped, almost in full fetal position, in the library sofa. “What’s wrong?” he finally was bold enough to ask. Aster’s eyes didn’t move from the straight stare, even as she lowered her phone and let out a sigh and drew in another deep breath. “My mom is coming to town in a couple of weeks, and my sister too…” Des studied her for a moment as silence lingered following her apparent reluctance to continue. “You don’t seem too excited, everything not good with you and your family?” “Not exactly, no,” she seemed distant, spacey, but had sat up a little in her chair, reaching for her coffee cup. The reluctance continued. “Well, I don’t want to push you or make you uncomfortable, but if you want a third, neutral party to vent to about anything, I’m here for you,” Des said, turning back to his notes, opening the floor while also trying to make Aster comfortable to just be. “Thanks, Des,” Aster broke her trance to look directly at Des for a moment, flashing a soft smile with sad brows. She began fiddling with her pen while staring vaguely out the window. The two sat in silence for several minutes. Des continued typing out some notes but his mind couldn’t move away from Aster. He had never seen her like this, her aura—if he could call it that—was way off, and he was genuinely a bit worried for her. But he elected not to say anything, not to bother her and to just give her space. The crinkling of wrappers drew his gaze up as he saw Aster finally reach for a peanut butter cup. Their eyes met and she flashed him a quick smile. “I feel like I say it a lot lately but… thanks, Des, really,” she said after swallowing the gooey treat. “I really appreciate just being able to ‘be’ around you, if that makes sense? Like we can often get together like this and we can chat for hours on end… BUT… We also have this ability to just hang in silence, and it’s not awkward at all. Like our presence for each other is calming. Soothing.” Des pushed aside his laptop, looking Aster straight in the eyes and flashing her a small smile back. “Thanks,” he said, reaching out for the other peanut butter cup. “The feeling is mutual. And seriously, though, if you need to chat or vent…” Aster laughed a little, sighing deeply. “Yea. And still, really appreciate it.” He turned back to his laptop again but this time her eyes lingered on him for longer. “Hey, do you want to go grab another coffee?” * * * | Hey, I’m at the corner by the market on Southgate Des looked around nervously, then back to his watch, then side-to-side again, scanning. He was cutting it real, real close. Thank god for Aster, who had offered to give him a lift downtown for the interview after his roommate left him hanging and had to cancel at the last minute. Barely a moment after he hit send on the text, a familiar blue corolla hatchback came into view driving up the lane. Stopped at the light, Des hurriedly opened the passenger door and hopped in, throwing his laptop bag in the back seat beside what looked like a fresh Krispy Kreme box. “Hey! Thanks again sooooo so much for giving me a lift, you really bailed me out of a tough spot!” Des threw his seatbelt on and Aster demonstrated her lead foot as they began speeding off of campus proper. “No worries! Any excuse to get away from my family for even just a little bit,” she was munching on a glazed donut in one hand while dodging between lanes to get around traffic with the other. “How did it go last night?” Des asked, concerned. Aster had filled him in that night at the library with loose details about her family dynamics, which were complicated, to say the least. Mom was not particularly motherly or helpful, and dad was fairly absent, and her younger sister was an unappreciative and spoiled-princess type who was largely raised by Aster growing up. They also had an older brother who lived abroad in Singapore doing some kind of tech work. Aster and he were very close growing up but he had grown a bit tired and distant from the family as a whole. “Just lots of talking about random, usual stuff. We didn’t get into anything yet really,” she sighed, shoving the last of the glazed treat into her mouth and sucking her thumb dry of the leftover sugar. Aster had also told Des how her mom and dad were going through a rough time and there was some serious talk of a divorce. “I’m sure she’s going to try and weaponize me next, after hooking in Cassie. That’s what she always does…” “I’m so sorry Aster, it’s a no-win kind of situation,” Des tried to be comforting. “Whatever happens, you know I’m here to chat still.” That same night, Des had opened up to Aster a bit about his upbringing too. Mom and dad split when he was 12, and he ended up moving away with mom, visiting Dad for stints over the holidays and other occasions throughout high school. The two had ended up spending another long night chatting, this time bonding over childhood traumas and family dramas, having some similar personalities and behaviors around the household. “Thanks Des, mean it,” Aster said, eyes still glued to road as she kept up her speed-demon routine with her lead foot and DGAF attitude. “Enough about me though, tell me about this new job!?” Des laughed. “Well, this is an interview, I don’t have it yet! Though the guy I was talking to at the rec center the other day made it sound like I’m a leading candidate. It’s a job as a beat writer for the local minor league baseball team!” “Oh, that’s awesome! I used to go to Raven’s games when I was little!” Aster gushed. “Oh crazy, you know a lot about baseball?” Des perked up. Why was he surprised at this point, though. “Haha yea! I used to play softball too when I was younger, before my parents made me choose between volleyball and softball because they couldn’t pay and also take me to both…” Aster trailed off. “Well if all goes well and I get the gig, you’re going to have to come out to see a game this summer!” Des said, his arms and hands waving through the air in the car excitedly. “Yes! That would be amazing!” Aster agreed. The two got to talking about a few other childhood sports and other activities it turned out they also had in common for the rest of the drive… You were in theater too? No way! … High school Year Book Club, we were so cool haha! … Oh, that’s awesome you were so involved! I used to volunteer for this thing called Relay for Life, a cancer fundraiser… “Des, I’m serious, you have to take one! I’m not letting you out until you take one,” Aster had put on her very-serious face, jamming the open donut box into Des’ face as he scrambled to remove his seatbelt as they pulled over at his stop. “You have to save me from at least one more of these. They were supposed to last until I got back, but I’ll probably stress-eat half of them on the way…” He knew by this point she wasn’t joking. Begrudgingly, he grabbed one from her as he scrambled out of the vehicle. As he leaned in to say thanks and goodbye, he caught one last glimpse of her in her tight teal shirt and black puffy winter vest. She had a cute, matching teal beanie on as well. She still looked athletic, and far from outright chubby, but more and more over time he could definitely notice the softening around her edges and little pooch and love handles forming at her sides. He still didn’t know why he was finding it so attractive, but softer Aster was very appealing to him. Who was he kidding though. Aster was very appealing to him. Extremely smart, mix of nerdy and sporty just like he was, thoughtful and deep but witty and good with banter. They had similar experiences growing up and so many shared irks and likes. That physically she was stunningly beautiful in his books was just the cherry on top. She wished him good luck and smiled with her eyes as she looked deep into his before he pushed the door shut and she drove off. Des felt the extra pep in his step as he made his way towards the building, gnawing at the donut in a hurry with every step. That’s it, he had decided—if all went well today, he was going to finally ask her out. Maybe take her down to the pub on campus for drinks to celebrate, and then make his move there. He shoved down the rest of the donut and strode inside, ready to take on the world.
  14. This is all a true story but I changed my gf's first name! More parts of the story to come -- Rachel and I met playing in our college symphonic orchestra- I was in the clarinet section as a freshman and she was a senior and the principal violinist. Other than her incredible musical skill, what immediately set her apart to me was her incredible sense of warmth and intelligence when communicating things to the orchestra. Rachel was also bigger. At a school that was rated as one of the country's healthiest and a place where many freshmen LOST 15 pounds instead of gained due to the lack of unhealthy food options at the dining hall, her being more than a few pounds overweight was certainly somewhat of an anomaly. She was 5’6” and I would come to learn she was about 170 pounds at this time. She had a really nice hourglass figure with soft curves that really added to her aura of grace and sophistication. Rachel had long, beautiful brown hair that she sometimes put up to reveal ears that stuck out just a little in an adorable mousey way. This was all at a time where I was still coming to understand the type of women that I am attracted to and when I wasn't quite as comfortable with myself as I am now, so I don't think I spoke to her other than introducing myself that first quarter. We were both music education majors and even though I was studying to be a band teacher and her a private violin instructor, we both got placed in the same second quarter "string techniques” class where we learned how to play and teach various string instruments. The class was only six people, so I was thrilled to be in that kind of environment with her even though the class only met twice a week. She would always show up to class with the biggest size Diet Coke from the gas station that she would stop at on the way to school, which immediately spoke volumes to me about her eating habits. I always did my best to sit next to her and quickly began to realize she was far more warm and intelligent than I could have imagined! We really clicked from day one and would often spend some extra time before or after class walking and talking or her helping me with string instrument stuff. We quickly bonded over our mutual love of music, food, hospitality, and just general life philosophy and outlook. I learned that despite the air of sophistication she emitted she was from a pretty poor area of the south, was homeschooled, and had gotten a music scholarship to come to the midwest where our college was. Before long we had developed a reputation as the conservatory of music "power couple" as I had started to turn some heads and make a name for myself for my saxophone prowess. Rachel and I started spending a lot of time together and food was almost always the center of our activities. I grew up in a very Italian family on the east coast having a very close relationship with my grandmother and as a result have a lot of knowledge in the kitchen. On our first date I came over to her place on a Sunday and made Fettuccine alla Bolognese, strategically chosen as it takes 2-3 hours to cook. Given her southern upbringing it was her first experience with real Italian food, and watching her eyes grow big as I plated made me smile from ear to ear. As soon as we sat down to eat it was like she was under a spell- she began to voraciously polish off plate after plate! It was certainly what you might call a "formative experience" in discovering what I would look for in a relationship, and it had me feeling things I had never felt before. I had made a whole pound of pasta with the intention of leaving her with leftovers for the rest of the week, but after the carnage that had ensued and the dust settled we had eaten every last bite. She lumbered over to the couch and unbuttoned the top button of her pants as I started to clean up, which drove me wild. "You know, Ross, if you plan to keep cooking like that this relationship might become an issue for me" she laughed. I could see a Cheshire grin cross her face from my vantage point in the kitchen. "Hey, would you mind checking the pantry for me? I'm too full to move a muscle!" I rounded the corner into the pantry to see the most beautiful tray of cinnamon scones cooling off. These were Rachel's baked goods that I had heard so much about! She had quite the reputation for hosting parties where she would always produce some variety of delectable confectionary creation. As I brought the tray to the couch and slid into my first bite I myself was transported! They were perfectly cooked with just the right amount of sweetness. As I opened my eyes from my first-bite state of bliss I could see Rachel was already finishing scone number one and was moving on to number two! "Too full to move a muscle, huh?" I scoffed. "Well, the baker has to try her creation, no?" "Riiight, it definitely takes two scones to do that, huh?" She rolled her eyes and laughed. Even though my impulse was to keep teasing her about it I figured it was better at this juncture to let it go and enjoy the moment. I still didn't know how she felt about her body and certainly didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. We proceeded to watch a classic movie as we finished off the scones, another activity that would become a relationship norm for us. Soon we were constantly bringing each other treats at school- a tupperware of Spaghetti alla Carbonara or chicken cutlets from me, a bag of double chocolate cookies from her, either personally delivered or left in each other’s instrument locker as a surprise. We hung out as often as our busy schedules would allow but always made Sundays "our day" to relax and cook and bake together. It was the absolute best and our relationship was really wonderful. I came to see that she was absolutely powerless against my cooking and that "under a spell" look came over her every time I set food down on the table. Meatballs, Eggplant Parm, Chicken Francese, Pasta e Fagioli- you name it, she demolished it. It was one night after a huge meal of my Chicken Marsala and her chocolate mousse cake that she assumed her usual post-meal position on the couch, proper pants having been traded out for leggings several dates ago as she joked she needed a little more flexibility from her wardrobe in this relationship. I could tell she was a little conflicted about something and I was sure to let her know that she could share anything with me. She looked down at her full belly and took a deep breath. “You know, I’ve never told this to anyone before” “You absolutely don’t have to! I’m here for it but there’s no pressure from me.” “No, it’s ok, I think I need to share it. This feeling right here-” she shook her stuffed belly, “being absolutely and completely full. Like uncomfortably can’t-take-one-more-bite full? It’s my absolute favorite feeling in the whole world. I can’t really explain it- it just makes me feel so warm and cozy.” She looked at me sheepishly as if I would be weirded out, but the truth was I had never been more turned on in my whole life! Despite the fireworks going off in my head I did my best to respond calmly. “Rach, were you worried I was going to judge you or something? You know that the way you love food is one of my favorite things about you- I think it might be an issue for me if you weren’t a big eater. That same feeling of warmth and joy you get from eating to that extent is the same feeling I get from cooking for you and watching you enjoy it to that extent. I think you’re incredibly beautiful inside and out and I’ve never felt it more than in this moment.” With that last phrase I affectionately placed my hand on top of hers, which was resting on her taut belly. “Are you at that point of fullness yet?” “Not quite!” "What are we waiting for, then?" She let out a huge sigh of relief and grabbed another scone as we both giggled. -- I hope you enjoyed part one! There's a lot more to come and I promise it gets way more interesting. Feel free to offer any input on my writing and thanks for reading!
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