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Hi everyone, here goes my first attempt at making a weight gain story, hope you guys enjoy! Part 1: Summer The envelope arrived just two weeks before prom, Mary had applied to her dream engineering university and had anxiously waited for the letter from admissions to arrive. Mary had always been a very petite girl, short 5'4 frame and very deep blue eyes that contrasted with her dark hair. Physically, she had always kept her self control when eating, always tried her best to exercise, and mostly avoided carbs. However in the last year of high school, the stress of not knowing for sure what was going to happen after May, surely added some pounds to her body. The letter had finally arrived, and as she nervously read she had been accepted, Mary felt relieved. Her parents took her to her favorite pastry and told her she could have whatever she wanted, which surely loosened her appetite. Later that day, Mary's friends also celebrated with her at McDonald's and she also didn't limit herself there. She felt really proud of herself and so, for the next two weeks, she mostly over indulged in her favorite treats. As Mary was getting dressed for prom she felt her dress a lot tighter, but she just told herself that it must have shrunk in the dryer, it was just that... Ryan her lifelong best friend and prom date, told her she looked beautiful and for the rest of the night she just enjoyed herself. A week later the university required students to submit their medical history and so Mary traveled with her parents to the campus to not only submit the data, but to get used to the environment and to see where she would be taking College Algebra during the next few weeks. During high school, Mary had been lucky to mostly get A's in math, but she didn't felt secure in her math skills so she wanted to take the class to get a better understanding of the material before the 'hard' classes began. Her weight in the record said 132lbs, but that weight was almost two months old now and at the time, it was already the heaviest she had already been (normally she would be around 115lbs), so she feared that due to her recent appetite, she was already heavier. Nevertheless everything went very smoothly, her parents dropped her off, helped her presenting her medical info and were even there when she was given her college ID, which had to be renovated every trimester. Her dorm was big, more like an apartment, it had two bedrooms, one bathroom and a big kitchen. After making sure she was confy and well eaten, Mary's parents took off back home. She was tall, blond and had a very voluptuous hourglass figure with big thighs and firm breasts that made sure her fat was neatly distributed, Mary looked in near awe as Jane, her roommate (more like housemate) arrived. A few hours had passed and Mary was now getting hungry, so she took the initiative of inviting Jane to a Burger joint she saw in campus to get to know each other more. When they arrived both girls were impressed with the size of the burgers, they looked very meaty and juicy. Mary kept her cool and ordered one large combo of burger, fries and coke, new students also got a cupcake as a welcome treat, but Jane sure made an impression when she ordered three XL burgers with two fries and the biggest coke they had. Jane apologized for her eating manners, the trip from her state had been very long and she was starving, having just met her roommate Jane felt ashamed, but Mary was actually kinda turned on and told her it was ok. They were both 19, were going to study chemical engineering and had been very good students, Jane was also taking college Algebra and she looked forward to expanding her knowledge. As the first day of summer classes began, they both met Gaby, a bottom heavy brunette who was actually in her second year, but she needed to take the class because it was the only math in her curriculum. The three of them studied together that night, Gaby had initiative but was also sort of shy, so she always began a problem very fast, but ended up asking Jane or Mary for help. During one of those talks Gaby offered both of them a gym membership card to also go with her to the nearest gym. Mary looked interested and remembered that she had to shake off a 'few' pounds already and wanted to avoid the frightening freshman fifteen. Gaby told both of them that she had always been chubby, but that the gym membership was the only thing that returned her from going full on fat, when she gained 30lbs from August to December, she was now only 8lbs heavier than her former self. When Gaby left Jane was angry, and told Mary to not go to the gym because it was only going to be a competition, "she may look shy, but underneath that fat is a shallow bitch waiting to make you feel like shit, I can feel it Mary". Mary was surprised, Gaby looked like a nice girl and had a similar appearance to herself, so it couldn't be so hard to loose the pounds if Gaby was doing fine. College Algebra was over and the three girls celebrated by going to the burger joint the girls had gone to the day they met, about a month ago. Mary ordered the XL combo with a sundae, Gaby looked her grossed out and order a caesar salad, the only thing healthy in the menu, Jane however felt sorry for Gaby and ordered two XL combos, to compensate for the loss of calories in the table. During that month Mary had noticed that Jane ate her hearts desires and barley gained, only got slightly curvier, however Mary's own clothes had been getting to the point of near defeat and were now nearly unbearable. Even though the gym was closed, Gaby had told both girls a week earlier, that she had managed to loose another 5lbs, which only frustrated Mary more. Before leaving home, Mary told Gaby that she would be joining her in the gym in August. Back home Mary's parents welcomed her with a cake and there were even some family members and friends there to greet her. Everyone noticed a little extra chubb on Mary but it wasn't anything bad, and it actually gave her more curves, but she told her parents that she wanted to go on a diet before returning to college to which they both agreed. Among her friends, was Karl, a childhood friend of her that hadn't seen her in the last 5 years or so. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she was surprised when she learned that he would be going to a college fairly close to her, so they could keep in touch, but he was starting later, in October. Mary and Karl kept in touch and got to see each other again twice during July, so when the time came for Mary to return to college, Karl had the courage to kiss her, they were both very excited to see each other again in October. As she was driving to college, she felt more confident in herself, not only because of Karl, but because she had mostly kept her weight the same, not cheating much on her diet. When she got to her dorm Jane was already there and offered her some ice cream, Mary couldn't resist the treat and so they both told their summer experiences and got up to date while eating a few cups of the cold treat. Jane got her braces off and told Mary she now felt more free to eat and do what she wanted, and although Mary only congratulated her in the moment, later that night she was turned on by the thought of Jane eating more, but why was that, could she have a mental competition with her own roommate? It couldn't be, they both got along very well, and of the two, she was the slimmest, she fell asleep with that thought in mind. During the night Mary had the craziest, and one of the hottest dream in a while; she had Jane's body and felt more powerful, more energetic, and a lot more sexier, she got to see Karl again and he looked like he hadn't noticed Mary had changed. They went on a date, and she ate everything she wanted on the menu, and still didn't feel full, when they were about to kiss, she woke up, really wet. During dawn she touched herself to sleep again, imagining having sex with Karl and had one of the greatest climaxes to date.

So, I started talking to a girl who is a bbw/feedee and we are planning to meet up sometime next week. Any advice? She is currently ~280lbs. and wants to get up to 300lbs in the next few months. We both don't have a ton of real world experience, but have been in the community for several years. We're both super excited to try some stuff out and already have some ideas of what we want to do, but I'm open to suggestions! Right now the basic plan is that I am going to go to her place, bringing stuff to make a shake, and then ordering a ton of food for her, and going from there. Like I said, she's pretty into gaining and feederism, so it sounds like no feeder/feedee fantasies are off the table. I already have a great shake recipe that should be around ~5,000 cal so we are good there, but any recommendations for food/foreplay? Preferably from people who have had real world experience? Thanks! Wish me luck!

A plot most fattening is brewing in the Kingdom of Bountia. Old King Tract's favor is waning among the nobles, and the treasure room is looking a touch light. Better suited to tipping back bottles than lording over court, he's never been very good with managing the kingdom. Thankfully his totally trustworthy and stalwart advisor, E'greasior, has a solution: marry off the princess and capture a fat dowry. She'll need to grow for their gain. **This is a finished multi-chapter story. I'll upload as I format them.** Feedback, critique, or any other input is valued and welcome. I'm trying to improve, so please share if you feel inclined. A Disappointing Banquet Seated alone at an immense table upon a raised dais, King Tact scowled into the sea of gloom stretched before him with the distaste of a jeweler scrutinizing a flawed gem. The hall’s perimeter was fenced by rows of braziers, and yet despite the stones cast by their orange glow, the room was dank as a cell. The fires dearth of heat and light was overcompensated in abundance by ropes of greasy smog that stung the eyes and seized the throat. An unfortunate and necessary consequence, he was told, of the poor harvest forcing a substitution of lumber for dung and lard. A negligible difference, he was promised, once the merrymaking of the harvest banquet began. Several hours in and he wasn’t sure when that tipping point of celebration would arrive. From some dismal corner the minstrel slouched over his lute and plucked out a handful of limp notes that plopped like used bath rags. Jutting from his seat at the head of the hall, an archipelago of tables stretched onward, consumed by the darkness. Their faces rife with crosshatched knife scars and ring-stains alluding to faded glories. Head slumped, he stared back into the writhing darkness at the smattering of silhouettes within the void haunched over platters heaped with untouched food. Their mumbles and whispers were the tide for this sea of gloom, and the occasional knife-scrape across a plate the gull’s screech. The only thing with appetite here are the shadows. One noble among them, misjudging the pitch of the light, slunk along the wall toward the exit. Tract slammed a gnarled fist onto the table, launching his surrounding collection of drained goblets. The man froze mid-step and swiveled a sheepish glance over his shoulder. “Is the Fall Harvest not to your liking?” “Not at all! Uh, I mean, yes?” He whipped his head about, looking for help. “Can you repeat the question, Majesty?” Tract pointed to a vacant table, following the man’s slumped march back to the feast. “I’ve ordered executions with more zest than this! Shall I call for the hatchet man to liven the mood?” Nothing but the long stretch of silence, and yet he felt their eyes upon him. He snatched a haunch from a nearby platter and tore into the crisped skin with a furious snap. The savory meat did nothing to abate his ire, and so he chased it with a gulp of wine. The acid cut through the grease, and made for a fine pairing, but the twirl of flavor was a fistful of ash poured over his tongue. He slurped a mouth of wine, swished it, and chased it with another guzzle, then raised his drink and nodded at the cup. Wine paired with wine was a match better suited to his mood. And so another flagon in the fire in his chest was blending with the steam in his head, giving fuel to his rage. He rocketed to wavering feet, sent his chair hurtling to the floor. The echo reverberated throughout the room, snuffing what signs of life remained like a lone candle’s flame. “A toast!” He thrust his cup like a banner, sloshing crimson waves about. “To another successful harvest!” He raised it for a sip, found it empty, and dashed it to the floor. With a snap he summoned the serving girl over and snatched another goblet. “May we be gracious for Lord Tinybottom’s vineyard. Rise, Sir!” He squinted out at the tables, trying to discern which shadow would rise to his call. None did. “Where is the old wineskin?” he groused. A jerk at his sleeve. E’greasior leaned out from the murk to whisper, “Not present, Majesty.” “Hmph. To the dogs with him.” He squinted into the abyss, deceived by his the drink that any blob discerned itself from the others. He brandished his half-gnawed haunch and swung it at the crowd like a mace. “This roast hog, with skin so supple, undoubtedly came from Lord Sweingud’s farm. Rise and bask in your King’s glory, Sweingud!” A yank. “Absent, Sire.” He whomped his cup upon the table, the drink erupting in a crimson geyser. “What?!” “It’s mostly minor Lordlings. Distant kin, third sons, nephews. That sort, Majesty.” E’greasior’s words were a damp blanket smothering the pyre of fury within him, leaving naught but steam and smoke. Just hot air. Tract slumped in dejection as he deflated. He hurried the rest of the toast crestfallen, “Then may we pay bounty to the land itself, and to what further gifts Bountia’s fertile lands may offer.” Needing no signal from the crowd, he upended his drink and chugged, sparing himself the humiliation of the few half-hearted replies. The stampede of boots and slippers as they departed was the most vivacious the hall sounded in months. He watched them scurry toward the doors, none lingering to curry his favor as they once had. Already deep in his cups, he was slumped over with wine and self-pity, but still dragged an arm toward a cup. Rather than a goblet’s neck, he grasped a woman’s touch. The alabaster hand settled on his shoulder, rousing him from his brooding. Its twin brushed his bristled cheek with a rasp, displacing the cliff of crumbs as they avalanched onto his lap. He squeezed the hand and held it against his cheek, relishing the lilac scent before kissing it. “It was a lovely meal, Father. And next year’s bounty will be grander yet.” “Bless your sugared heart, Descia.” Of the cornucopia his lands and hands had reaped, none was more treasured that his only child, the crown jewel of Bountia. Her silken hair, blacker than a raven’s wing, flowed like a cowl to frame her ivory face. A pearl wreathed in stygian. So much like her mother. A surge of sharp claps accompanied by a pair of clopping boots roused him from the respite. “Quite so, quite so! The Lady’s tongue is as smooth as any Tinybottom vintage, if I may be so presumptuous.” Gnashing his teeth, he swung his blood-hazed eyes sharp enough to decapitate the intruder. “—Faireweather,” Tract growled. “—Julius!” Descia squealed, clasping her hands to her bosom delighted as a babe. “Actually, it’s Lord Faireweather,” the man corrected as he polished his nails against his vest. “Ever since father’s most unfortunate,” he flung his head back and draped an arm across his eyes, “and untimely demise.” Tract rolled his eyes. ‘Untimely’, my chaffed ass. The late Faireweather Senior’s “mysterious” death at the Cliffs of Trepidatious Height had been a favored topic among the court’s gossipers last season. Alas, what he wouldn’t give to have those hens clucking again. Descia, pure of heart and unripe of mind, dashed toward Faireweather, and clutched his hand against her bosom. “Sincerest sorrows, my lord. I daren’t intend to dredge such painful memories.” Her touch dispelled his grief quicker than a child’s sand castle in the waves. “Blessed am I for the Lady Descia’s bounteous heart.” She raised an arm, slender as a swan’s neck, and fanned delicate digits over her mouth as a ravenous blush razed her cheeks. The coquettish giggling belying her feigned stoicism while Tract’s grumbling hid none of his own feelings on the matter. “Father,” Descia tilted toward him on a waist to make a wasp green. “Lord Faireweather,” she giggled, “has a new stallion stabled on his estate. I’d so love to ride with him today. I shall be home before the moon’s light touches the first stone of the East tower.” Tract’s veined eyes, dull and red as faltering coals, flitted between Descia’s blush and Faireweather’s wolfish smirk as his rapacious gaze crawled along her behind. “Stallion?” The hoods over his eyes flung open, and the blooded orbs bloomed with realization. He pushed his chair back and tried to stand, forced to lean onto the table, dizzied. “Des, I don’t—” But Faireweather was already leading her by the hand, as confident as a stable master with reins. “He’s quite the stud, m’lady. I’m sure he’ll take to your filly. She’s three now, which means ready to breed.” He leaned close to whisper something, invoking a burst of giggles and a playful swat from the princess. The iron-studded door crashed shut behind them, blasting a swift gust that extinguished the candles along the walls and engulfed the room in sudden darkness, like a sheet dropped over a birdcage. He knotted his brow as the faint afterglow of the door faded from his sight. He understood, but altogether too late. Descia had blossomed into a woman as unknowable as any other had been to him. “That bastard. E’greasior!” A skeletal hand descended on his shoulder. Its chill touch seeped through to his flesh, making him shiver. “Sire?” “Have the captain of the guard trail them. I want a full account of their goings on. It should go without saying that if "Little Faireweather" should make an appearance, I want him de-rooted. May the line end with the father’s fetid fruit if needed.” “Quite so. I shall dispatch the orders at once.” The chill lingered. His face sagged further. “Yes. We’ve more to discuss.”

I know this may sound odd but I have been thinking about this for months. Ever since they found those Spy Balloons around the continent, I just….been having these..fantasies about them related to them. When women with bellies dress in shiny latex or in spy related gear it reminds me of balloons. Coming from having a Looner/Expansion fetish, I find it hot when women show their blimp of a belly. For some reason, I picture female Spy agents being Good/Evil. As they get their intel from their target, they also get bigger the more intel they manage to obtain. Also they eat your food to make them even bigger to the point the target does not realize that the female agent is make herself bigger to crush you and to move on to her next assigned target. It’s been on my mind recently and would love to see someone make it happen someday

Hey everyone‼️ I'm still pretty new here, having only joined as a model Saturday but I can't believe how ✨at home✨ I already feel thanks to everyone here‼️ I feel especially lucky to have been shown Curvage since I only have one person irl I can talk to about this part of me‼️ (That person is Honeybun_TV, btw‼️ Thanks for bringing me here, babes‼️) I'm a nerd for sure, lol, I love playing (pc and switch) video games, and ttrpgs. Board and card games are also a big interest of mine, because I greatly enjoy entertaining❗ There's nothing better than having a room full of happy, laughing, and stuffed full people‼️ I'm also constantly listening to Audiobooks‼️ I'm a veracious reader and the ease audiobooks have added to my life cannot be measured‼️ ✨Fantasy books✨ are my favorite but I'll read anything that holds my interest. I have lots of tattoos and piercings and I absolutely intend to get more❗ Feel free to ask me about my body mod plans if that's of interest to you❗ Having a place I can come now and talk about my love of food and how beautiful I think my curvy body is gives me the happy shivers‼️ Being able to ADD to my already full life brings me such a sense of peace and I'm so thankful. My goal is to get to 400 pounds by the end of 2023. I would really like to gain that weight in my hips and ass so that I'm a more balanced ssbbw‼️ I want to be able to claim that title so badly, and I feel like filling out my bottom half is the way to do it‼️ This is going to be my accountability journal on my journey to 400, which is only about 65 pounds from where I am now❗ I'm not going to let ANYTHING stop me from my goal‼️ I'd love to get some tips from y'all on how to get the weight to stick to my backside, in particular❗ And if you have any other general advice for a baby feedee I'd love to hear it‼️Thanks for, and keep being, yourselves‼️ ✨Stella✨