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My name is Cytorah ! 🌹I am a 30 year old Canadian Goddess, who is currently gaining to become The Fattest Woman Alive!Ever since I was 15, I wanted to become fat. I don't know how it came about, but I wanted to become a giant BLOB who ruled the world!I wanted to gain, and gain, until I couldn't gain anymore!AND THAT'S WHY I'M HERE! ❤️I want to become a giant, spoiled, rotten, bratty, greedy ball of lard, who doesn't have to lift a finger for ANYTHING! 👑 I will NEVER stop eating and gaining UNTIL I DIE.

I'm gonna be starting to post a diary entry every night before bed. I dont really have anyone to talk to.. so I thought this would be a good outlet. ❤ I'm not sure how topics work, but I'm gonna give it a try!

Content disclaimer: This story features expicit sexual themes like masturbation and sex. There are elements of body transformation in weight, size, shape. Extreme weight gain, gluttony, feeding, stuckage, and immobility are also featured. --- With 'Sweet Dreams' the body of your ultimate desires can come true. Enter Ava, a young woman who believed in the mysterious drug. Follow her story as her mind and waistline transforms, meeting friends and love on the way. --- Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story here on this site. However I have written other WG fics on others like Fantasy Feeder/Deviant Art. This version shared on site will have story additions, and grammar improvements. I will be updating more chapters in the future. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy! --- Sweet Dreams By iam18iswear Chapter One - Ava's First Taste Ava dropped her suitcase and heaved a satisfied sigh. The blonde-haired, twenty-three-year-old, began her vacation at Valaris Beach. However, warm weather and relaxation isn’t the only reason she drove for ten hours, and across multiple states. The youthful woman rolled her belongings into the suite’s bedroom, where a king-sized bed awaits. Lifting the suitcase onto the bed, she extracted her belongings and stowed them away in a wardrobe. Her blue eyes glimpsed the sliding glass door in the room with a captivating beach view. Opening and stepping through, her pale white skin tingles from the cool ocean breeze. The sun’s evening rays soothed her tired body after a lengthy day’s worth of driving. Satisfied, she returned to the bedroom and finished putting away her clothes. Once settled in the suite, Ava turned her attention to a brown paper bag she placed on the kitchen table. “So, this is it. Sweet Dreams, the medicine that will make the body of your deepest desires to come true,” Ava spoke aloud and chuckled. Online, Sweet Dreams seemed to be a product of fantasy. The young woman had heard of it from viral photos and videos. To the public, not many believed in its transformative properties. Ava on the other hand, felt the urge to find out herself. Upon close research, she discovered the handful of locations in the country where Sweet Dreams could be purchased. Thus leading her to a small coastal city in Florida, Valaris Beach. Ava dumped the bag’s contents, revealing two vials and a piece of paper. Curious, she read the paper out loud, “Sweet Dreams, by Eicorp. Sweet Dreams is an experimental beauty product created from the mind of Joseph Newman. If you’re reading this, you are one of a hundred who have received this product. Congratulations! Dreams can come true with this sweet serum! Eicorp is not legally responsible for any unwanted side effects Sweet Dreams may or may not cause.” The blonde impatiently skimmed through paragraphs of text to reach the directions page, citing aloud, “Directions: Take one cup of water, and mix one milliliter of ‘sweet’.” She looked at the two vials, one blue, one yellow. The blue vial labeled ‘sweet’, while the other, ‘Dreams’. Continuing, “After mixing, remove all articles of clothing as bodily changes can cause injury. Then in a seated position, drink the solution. Changes to the body will happen around one minute after consumption. Continue creating and consuming the mixture until acquiring desired body. The changes that ‘Sweet’ has made will remain until the first urination cycle. We do not recommend it to keep fluids to preserve dream form, as it can cause kidney damage.” “Oh, that’s not good,” Ava said to herself. “To preserve your dream body, mix one milliliter of ‘Dream’ into a cup of water. Doing so will safely preserve your body for twenty-four hours. Five milliliters will preserve for one week, and for permanent effects, ten milliliters will solidify the change forever. We are not responsible for accidental/misuse consumption of ‘Dreams’”. “Interesting, so I can keep what I like?” she coyly thought. “Eicorp recommends the consumer to drink ‘Sweet’ one cup/milliliter at a time to fine tune bodily desires. Then use the ‘Dreams’ vial to test out living in the new body long term. Then, if satisfied, make it permanent. WARNING: Vials are concentrated, and misuse can cause permanent disfigurement, or death.” “Gotcha,” her eyes stared at the ‘Sweet’ vial, the top included a one milliliter dropper. Grabbing a glass of water, Ava returned to the table. “Here goes nothing,” the pale-skinned girl sarcastically commented, mixing the blue vial contents as directed. In her hands, the water faded into a light blue color showing the mixture was successful. She prepared five glasses of ‘Sweet Water’ and headed to the bedroom. Following directions, she unclothed herself completely. The skinny blonde haired, blue-eyed woman peered at herself in the mirror with bare flesh exposed to air. Her eyes fluttered between the mirror and mixed drinks. She inspected her appearance, poking and prodding her underweight frame. In her mind, men probably desired a small woman like her. Ava didn’t care about what they thought, rather she was insecure about her own flesh. Seeing her svelte frame served as a reminder of how little she ate, flashing back to the last dinner with her close friend and neighbor, Marcy. Ava recalled asking her, “Why do you not care about being so big? Don’t people find large girls unattractive?” In a proud demonstration Marcy answered, “Girl at my size you have more to show. I got over three hundred pounds of me for people to see. So instead of being embarrassed, I stand confident and proud showing off my curves. Guys will always fall for a woman who embraces inner beauty and self.” Ava knew she spoke the truth, recalling the many dating stories Marcy told. During their meals together Ava often gaze at her gorging on copious amounts of food with utmost joy. She wished to be the same, but eating a couple of bites made her full. Occasionally the vastly larger friend joked about her inability to finish a plate, something she could do twice over. "Embrace inner beauty and self…" the young lady whispered. "What if my true self isn't what I see in this mirror?" Ava looked at her flat belly and small hips, then to the petite backside. In her skin she always had a sense of vulnerability, leading to her feeling skittish and shy. The twenty-three-year-old yearned to be the opposite - confident and proud just like her bestie. She pulled her attention to the five glasses. "Can dreams come true?" picking up the first glass. "Guess I'll find out." The blonde threw caution and gulped down the first glass of ‘Sweet Water’. Ava's blue eyes scanned for changes, waiting for the sixty seconds to pass. A warm vibration enveloped her. She clutched her rear like an earthquake was striking. Slowly her body swelled, each limb widening and thickening. Ava’s attention focused at the belly and hips, rising akin to yeast. “I’m-I’m thicker!” the women’s blue eyes peered to the mirror and herself. She poked her gut as it stuck out above her privates. Spinning around, she realized her thighs nearly clung to each other. The gap between many women desired disappeared. Fat enveloped her torso with creases and love handles forming on the sides. Ava looked at her butt, now larger to match the increased size of the lower body. The changes thrilled the lady, but wasn’t satisfactory as her bust did not grow. She gulped down another glass to remedy that. Ava writhed, the fat compounding made the earthquake sensation more tender and sensitive. At the mirror, she realized a very overweight woman reflected back. Her paunch folded over and on the groin, projecting further than before. Ava’s arms rested on the sides, contacting her wide hips and love handles. She then raised her arms, grazing over the rolls folding into her back. Looking down, her breasts were marginally bigger. The fat lady shook her head in disappointment. Ava's ass more than compensated, jutting as much as her belly . Turning to see a side profile, she almost tripped over her large thighs, not used to its girth. Curious about her weight she sought the bathroom for a scale. Her bubble-butt and legs bounced and rubbed each other with each step. Back at the mirror the heavy woman placed the scale on the floor and stepped on it. “238” Ava whispered, in awe at her additional weight. “Last time I was 110....” the lady added, cooing at her bulk. She stepped around watching the slight quivers her body created, appreciating the comfort from the additional insulation. For once she was delighted in her own skin. But with one look at her small breasts and pear-shaped frame, she grabbed another glass and chugged it. Ava shut her eyes in meditation, desiring a more evenly distributed body. The vibration sensation following became pure pleasure to the now obese woman. She smothered her arms on her body as they grew thicker. Ava adjusted her posture to compensate for the new girth, stepping wider to accommodate her widening legs. A foreign sensation came upon her chest, two mounds filled her hands completely. Releasing the mammaries flopped them onto her belly and separated from each other. The woman then immediately stepped onto the scale, leaning over her newly formed breasts and pulling her belly back to see the results. “302. My god, I’m as big as Marcy…” Ava gazed at herself embarrassingly, returning her posture to normal. She then noticed something strange. The mirror appeared to be lower. Or did she grow taller? The thought cut off by how rounded her face had become. Tilting the head downwards created a pronounced double chin. "I look pretty cute," Ava giggled. She brushed her left arm accidentally on the belly, not used to the increased space it occupied. It protruded out further than before, completely covering her vagina. A pair of folds deeply sliced the sides atop the belly - her hands couldn’t get enough of. Looking directly down filled Ava with excitement at her now grapefruit sized breasts. She fondled them and reveled at how sensitive her nipples had become. The obese blonde couldn’t see her feet no more even if she tried. Ava’s thigh resting belly prevented such prospects. Looking at the mirror, she stepped in place watching her fat jiggle and bounce. Turning aside, her rear somehow even increased in volume. Ava smacked and clutched it, enjoying the tickling pleasure it provided. The morbidly obese girl stopped to ponder for a moment, “I-I like being fat?” whispering while patting her belly. “I’ve never thought or imagined that this would feel…good?” Blue eyes gazed into the mirror at her hanging belly, lifting it up to reveal her fupa. Without thinking, her left hand touched her groomed vagina, cooing at the tender shaven skin. Ava couldn’t comprehend the sensual feelings such a simple action provided, other than ‘it felt amazing’. Mouth agape, she inserted her hand into the thicker, larger pussy, immediately reveling in sparks of pleasure. “Oh…” Ava sensually moaned said whilst smothering her hand teasingly on her fupa and vagina. She discovered, with the increased volume of skin, meant more sensitivity. Continuing, her belly quivered from her thick arm moving it up and down, always maintaining contact. Moaning and groaning, Ava turned her body around to see her titanic ass bouncing in rhythm. The sight of it made her rub even more vigorously. “I-I must be bigger! More!” In a horny frenzy, she picked up another glass and gulped without an afterthought. As Ava masturbated vigorously, the effects of the water kicked in. “Ooh, Oh…” moaning in pure ecstasy while her body swelled even further. Her massive gut enveloped the masturbating arm, quaking even more vigorously as it pushed and extended further. The blue-eyed blonde watched as her boobs, belly, arms, and ass increased in mass, sending her into even further carnal bliss. Her moans progressively got louder as her off-hand groped every expanding part of her body. “Don’t stop, please!” the bodily change stopped, leaving the turned on woman disappointed. Ava hobbled onto the scale, but her eyes caught wind of the last glass she prepared. The morbidly obese woman grabbed the glass and waddled torwards the bed. She struggled to bend over and reach her suitcase, where her bullet vibrator from the luggage. Out of breath, Ava dropped her gigantic ass on the bed and almost spilled the water. The obese woman gulped it down and inserted the now proportionally tiny vibrator in herself, turning it on. Her sexual heat reached to further heights with a combination of water and vibrator. Ava shook and clapped her tree-trunk legs with the rhythmic vibration, causing a chain reaction for more pleasure. “Oh… Oh! Oh!” she screamed and came, collapsing backwards onto the bed. The morbidly obese girl fell into a coma not soon after, exhausted from pleasure and exertion.

So far I’ve gone from 113 lbs, to 383 lbs in the past three years. I want to keep gaining, but need help. Hit me up.

Every day I am delighted to watch my body swell, I don't feel as deflated but still feel dreadfully anorexic. Won't you stuff me into a blubbery imprisonment? I hope you enjoy watching me fatten to devastating proportions even a fraction of how much I do 🥰

I feel so empty and downright skeletal... More poor deflated belly still sagging but dreadfully empty. To think these two picture are only 70 pounds apart. Help or watch me grow until that gut becomes my own personal mattress 🤭 Clarification: top photo is old, bottom photo is current 😥

For years I have tried to hide my insatiable gluttony, that has left sagging rolls of flesh that hang from my body... Trying to fit in with the main stream, but this is a hunger I cannot repress. At my heaviest at 400 I experienced the pure pleasure of not being able to get up from a couch I had caved in with my girth... In the years since I have been miserable, empty and withering away to just 280. Today I am setting the ravenous monster free, to allow my deepest desire to push my body past it's limit. Follow my destruction 😈

Hard to tell, but I think I may have put on a pound this week. The side by side is 7 days apart... It must be the dryer making my clothes so tight, I'm sure that has nothing to do with the measly 6k calories I consume regularly... But I'm moving from emaciated to just skinny very quickly 😉 I'm so hungry, I never knew anybody could be this hungry.

Hi! I’m very close to becoming completely immobile. It scares me a little, but exciting at the same time. I have a lot of help at home too. 😊 Does anyone know someone who is immobile or maybe happens to also be immobile? I’m looking for any tips or tricks. If it’s too personal, feel free to message me also. Thank you!

Hey there. Since I have set my new goal weight to be 300 pounds I sit back and imagine how my body will change and I get so turned on about the possibilities what if my ass gets huge? What if my boobs get so big they will suffocate me? What if my belly hangs down to my knees? I want every part of me to grow . My belly is already getting so big but I have noticed other parts growing as well I just can't wait to see what happens. I want to be a ssbbw so bad who know I will even glide by 300 and go straight to 400 by next summer. My family and friends would be so shocked haha. I don't care though. I want what I want and there is no one that can stop me

THE BIG TIME The newsroom at NOLA Action News 8 buzzed all morning. It had been a month since the announcement of the station's newest hire. Everyone googled her, knowing this bombshell would give the NOLA 8 a huge boost and potential return to glory. 29-year-old Brenda Lopez was set to take over the role of main weather anchor on weeknights and damn, was she a superstar in the making. Brenda stood 5-foot-7 with a coke bottle shaped body, thick yet solid, bronze thighs holding up her slim waist, succulent breasts and smooth, toned arms. Her lips - plump and juicy and her honey, hazel eyes could make you melt. She wore sleek black hair that went down just past her shoulders and her dimples added a sexy touch to her beautiful face. The tan she had - all natural from her days reporting on hurricanes in Miami. Don't be fooled, Brenda was smart as a whip and worked hard at her craft - now ready to be steal the show on prime time. She worked hard at the gym five days a week to keep her figure looking the way it did. Men broke their necks to watch her walk past and stuttered if they had the balls to start a conversation with her. But with all that said - the beautiful woman who seemed to have it all just wanted to let go sometimes. Let's fast forward past the part everyone's jaw dropped when she walked in and showed off the brilliant white smile and moved like a dream through the office. Brenda Lopez was here now and all the others might as well have bowed down to the new queen. Management loved their big signing and couldn't wait for her to step in front of the camera to steal the hearts of viewers in New Orleans. "So expect a warm weekend, a bit humid but things should cool off by Monday. Don't be shy - send us photos of what you're doing out there for Mardi Gras. Thanks for watching and have a great night," Brenda said as her eyes glimmered into the lens. The camera operator zoomed out and viewers could see her curvy yet sculpted body glow in front of the green screen. Her hair shining as she seemed to wink goodbye. Brenda walked off the set, rocking her tight sleeveless red dress, not too short or too long but appearing to be painted onto her curves. It was now midnight and she was starving but at this time of night, she wouldn't dare to think of eating. She walked into the makeup room to put on a bit of lip gloss when she heard a voice behind her. "Great show Brenda. You're as good as advertised." Brenda turned around and immediately the gentleman who spoke, looked down. She was so sexy it became intimidating for many. "Thanks Michael! I hope I don't have any hate mail waiting for me. Haha," she replied, knowing the male viewers at home were currently jerking off to her on DVR. Michael Carino was the 11pm producer and let's cut to the chase. He was a closet chubby chaser but he couldn't deny how hot Brenda was even though she may not fit his preference of a fat girl. "If you wanna know the truth, Brenda - we have about 84 messages from viewers calling you a weather goddess at this very moment...But I wanted to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat with a few of us. We're headed to Joe's. It's literally the best late night diner in New Orleans and you need to be baptized, being that it's your first week living here," said Michael. Brenda knew she had her first yoga class the next day but damn - she wanted a good meal. And why not celebrate her first week of her new job? She weighed 130 pounds this morning and a hot stack of french toast wouldn't hurt. "You know what? Let's go. I'm starving," she answered, flashing that beautiful smile. But little did Brenda Lopez know, the decision to go eat a fattening dinner past midnight with Michael Carino would change her entire life. "PEOPLE ARE CALLING YOU CHUBBY" Brenda spent 30 minutes trying to button them on but these fucking jeans would just not cooperate. And these were the biggest ones she had in her wardrobe. It had been six months since she moved to New Orleans and life was good. Almost too good. Viewers loved her, ratings were up and she now had a boyfriend for the first time in four years. Remember Michael? The closet chubby chaser? Yup. Michael and Brenda started dating about a month after that meal at the diner. Call that night a liberating welcoming for Brenda who stuffed her face with french toast slathered in syrup, bacon, sausage and hash browns while washing it down with chocolate milk. Here's what Michael found out about Ms. Lopez. She was a former fat girl who lost 50 pounds after going to fat camp in high school. A secret none of the people in her industry knew about her. He watched as her toned abs softened through that tight red dress and the relief on her face almost looked like she had a food orgasm. Since that night, he made sure to find out Brenda's favorite snacks and cravings so he could bring them to her weekly. Where were we? Six months later and Brenda was supposed to meet Michael for a late Sunday lunch at a nearby pizza place. She quickly took off the jeans that didn't fit, the faint cellulite she had on her thighs began to quiver and the growing meat on her arms shook. News flash. Brenda now weighed 160 pounds but was still the most beautiful woman you would have seen in all of New Orleans. "Running a bit late hun. Wardrobe malfunction lol." Brenda sent the text and then put on some comfortable velour pants and a tank top. She knew Michael loved her curves that may have been expanding. "Pants not fitting I bet," Michael said to himself. 20 minutes later, he did a double take as his sexy weather woman girlfriend walked into the pizza parlor, her paunch starting to stick out little more and her hips seemed wider than usual. The velour made her lower body look softer, thicker and plumper. Brenda's arms also weren't as toned as six months ago. Her cheek bones not featured as much and could her dimples be slowly fading away? "Sorry I'm late. Couldn't find anything to wear. I'm gonna be honest. I've got to go shopping later. I've put on a few pounds and have to get my shit together before I get fired," Brenda said in embarrassment. "Oh no, honey you're fine. Everyone loves you! You're a show stopper. I'd be happy to go shopping with you and find some more comfortable clothes. Let me take you for a shopping spree," Michael capitalized. Brenda blushed and her stomach growled at the same time. Michael got up to bring over an extra large pizza with extra cheese, meat lovers and alfredo sauce instead of marinara. Brenda's favorite. For the next hour, Brenda scarfed down as many slices as she could. About eight total, washing it down with a diet coke because she thought that made the meal healthier. She couldn't help but belch and hold her bloated belly. Even her face felt swollen like her chin was gaining fat by the minute. "Hi, are you Brenda Lopez?" Brenda turned around and didn't recognize the older lady staring at her. "Uh, yes that's me," she replied. She thought she disguised herself well with Michael's Saints cap and her reading glasses. She got tired of being seen around town on her days off. "I watch you on the news all the time! I thought I recognized you by those pretty eyes. You're beautiful. People are calling you chubby but forget them. I think you're the best at doing weather," the fan said in excitement. Brenda blushed but in shame. She didn't know what to say. All she knew was that she was in a food coma and wanted Michael to rub her belly like he did after all her big meals. "Thanks for watching. Have a good one," Brenda said as she rolled back around to face Michael. (BLEHGGGHHH!) Brenda couldn't help it, letting out another warm burp. Michael couldn't take it anymore. He was going to take her home, lay her to bed and have her smother him until climax. FAT SEX WITH BIG BRENDA Brenda took pride in her sex appeal and ability to pleasure a man in seconds. Literally seconds. But the 185-pounds Brenda Lopez was learning how to maneuver her much bigger body with her new man who loved her fat rolls. "A little to the left...right there," Brenda told Michael as she adjusted her thigh which looked like cottage cheese in her hand. The stamina that Brenda used to have as the bombshell that looked like an Instagram fitness model was completely gone. She got winded easily and would sweat profusely when she was on top. But to Michael, she looked great during the struggle. She still had those porn star lips, that sexy smile, honey colored eyes and perfect skin. But now she had a definite double chin, fat tits, a lower belly and thick love handles to go with flabby arms. Everything shook on her until she came, screaming so everyone in their apartment complex hallway could hear. Oh yeah... Brenda moved in with Michael and he was now her full-on feeder. He spent about $250 a week on groceries and the passionate couple had been living together for a month. Good thing he got a raise and Brenda made more than enough money to help with the rent. 185 pounds on her 5-foot-7 frame now made viewers take notice. Off camera, Brenda had become a slob but a sexy slob. She could still work her looks when the lights came on, now wearing plus-size dresses with confidence. Give credit to Michael for making her feel like the queen she was. And surprisingly, ratings were great. Viewers loved Brenda at her new size. Remember, New Orleans ranked in the top five most obese cities in America so people could easily relate to Brenda who was now known as "Big Brenda" behind her back in the office. Big Brenda was safe. If the station fired her because of her weight gain, she could sue for discrimination. But there was someone else ranked below her with a bone to pick. FAT VOODOO Tina Walker was supposed to be the weeknight weather anchor. Not Brenda Lopez. For three years, she was promised to be next up but that was before Brenda the Bombshell took the role she was groomed for. "I'm looking for Mama Reaux," Tina said to the front desk girl at Mama Reaux's House of Voodoo. Tina walked nervously to the back room, nearly second guessing herself for what she came to do. Put a hex on Brenda. "So who pissed you off pretty girl?," asked a voice in the dimly lit corner of the room. Tina sat down and decided "fuck it, fuck that bitch," she told herself. "I'm Mama Reaux. Pleasure to meet you Tina," she said with a smile. "You know my name. Great. Let's do this quick. How much is it gonna cost for you to put a curse on this woman," asked Tina as she showed Mama Reaux her phone. The self-proclaimed witch looked at the photo of Brenda from nine months ago. Slim, fit, yet curvy and just a badass of a woman wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, posing for the camera in the gym. Her eyes - hypnotic as she blew a kiss at the camera. "Oh, the weather woman... she's a goddess and I just watched her last night. She's becoming a big girl. But still - she could steal anyone's man," said Mama Reaux as she scrolled through photos. "Well, she stole my job and now I'm stuck in this shit hole without a promotion in sight," Tina snarled. "$500 is my cost for a hex. Are you sure about this sweetie?," Mama Reaux replied. "I want you to make her as big as a cow and I want her out of my way," said Tina. And after that demand, Mama Reaux took the cash and went to work. The process that unfolded before Tina would get what she wanted would make any FA melt. FEEDING BIG BRENDA Michael couldn't believe it. He couldn't stop scrolling the photos and videos of his girlfriend from just one year ago. Shots of Brenda doing weather in the most jaw-dropping dresses, toned and tan with her booty poking out and her beautiful mouth speaking the language of meteorology. He kept scrolling, gazing at photos of slim, fit Brenda in bikinis on the beach or nightclub Brenda looking like a pop star with a skinny cocktail in her hand. "Hey baby! Can you grab me a towel. Two of them!" Yup, that was his big ass Brenda calling him from the shower. Michael trotted over with two towels which made sense because Brenda now weighed 230 pounds and looked like a cow. The slender calves she once had became chunky cankles. Her former golden thighs had transformed into creamy thunder thighs filled with cellulite dimples, her fat legs quivering with any move she made. Michael stared at his fat queen and nearly drooled, looking at her fat fupa before enjoying the view of her enormous hips that curved outward. Her lower belly now a thick roll of lard that had a nice hang to it. Love handles you cold grab onto dear life and an upper belly that protruded in the front, blocking her own view of her legs. Brenda's big tits swayed with faint stretch marks and she even sported expanding armpit fat. Speaking of arms, Brenda's had dimples by her elbows and a solid thick flab on the left and right. Michael still in awe - couldn't seem to find Brenda's collarbone because it was as if she wore the most realistic fat suit he'd ever seen. She had her hair tied up in a towel with no makeup on her face, you could see her fat face in all its glory, no more dimples in her cheeks and her neck disappearing by the day. "Done staring babe. I can see your boner through your pants. Sorry, we've both got work in an hour and I haven't had lunch," Brenda said with a smirk. Yes, somehow the woman still had a job in TV. The e-mails finally started flooding in when she hit 200 pounds. Viewers asking if she had a thyroid issue or if she was dating a famous New Orleans chef. It was clear to see Brenda got fat and the camera adds ten pounds, in this case - a hundred over the span of a year. And yes, Brenda's boss called her into his office a few weeks ago. She remembered the first five minutes of shame, stuffing herself into the chair. Her hips sticking out both sides of the seat and her fat thighs rubbing together as her rolls stretched her bubblegum pink dress to max capacity. But at the same time, Brenda didn't give a fuck. She chewed on a king size snickers as she smiled and nodded at what her boss had to say. He couldn't specifically pry into her weight gain or the station would be in trouble. But he did ask how life in New Orleans was going if she was settling in. We all know damn well how she was fitting in, thanks to her feeder boyfriend. If Michael wasn't taking Brenda to grab fast food lunches on the way to work, he was definitely cooking her a fattening brunch after morning sex. And yes, the sex had gotten even better with every pound gained. On weekends, he gave her a culinary tour of Nola, ordering beignets for breakfast before grabbing muffulettas, large sandwiches filled with fatty Italian deli meats and rich cheeses. Then the couple would finish the day with a romantic dinner, eating the best gumbo in town with a bottle of wine. This had become the new normal for Brenda Lopez. She embraced being BIG and loved taking photos with fans who recognized her and her massive weight gain. "Oh my God, Michael... I'm literally creaming in my pants for these King Cakes. I could eat these for the rest of my life," Brenda moaned as she licked her fingers after basically swallowing sweet treats covered in sugary icing. She didn't know what jeans were or any such pants with buttons. Leggings, spandex, dresses (all plus-size) became her best friend in fashion and XL quickly became XXL. Her round ass cheeks quaked as she walked and her meaty arms were now the size of her legs from a year ago. The new look of large tank tops and maternity size yoga pants made Brenda feel free and the clothing was way easier for Michael to take off when he climbed onto her as she approached 250 pounds. But Mama Reaux's "hex" wasn't complete. BRENDA GOES VIRAL Five days a week, Michael got to witness his ultimate fantasy. He got watch Brenda, now 260 pounds and easily the biggest (literally) TV news personality in New Orleans do the weather each night and he made sure to keep her on camera as long as he could. Brenda easily covered the Monday through Wednesday graphics on the five-day forecast with her wide frame. When she moved her arms to gesture, the fat waved and every time she made an expression with her pretty face, her double chin showed how thick it was and no spanx under her dress could conceal her belly rolls. Brenda's knee caps didn't exist anymore. Both legs were tree trunks of cellulite and she carried her obese body with swagger and confidence. "Coming up, we'll talk about that cold front as the holidays get closer. Get those jackets ready Nola," said Brenda with a smile as her face swelled up to show her pretty teeth. During commercial breaks, Michael watched her snack on a variety of fattening treats. Cinnamon rolls, chocolate, chimichangas, donuts, beef jerky, chicken wings, you name it - she ate it. And the calories added up. As her co-workers drank water, coffee or tea to stay focused, Brenda guzzled a liter of soda she kept in her mini fridge, needing a new one every other day. "All your favorites in this jar, my love. - Your sweet tooth supplier, Michael." "That man is gonna turn me into a house, I swear," said Brenda as she shook her head to herself. "The Jar of Love" as they called it came with chocolate kisses, Snicker bars, Reese Pieces, M&M's, lollipops, Sour Patches and chocolate covered almonds. It took about a week for Brenda to get through most of the jar before she needed it to be replenished. She snacked through the day to keep her energy up because sitting behind her desk got tiring. She checked fan mail from viewers who were FA's and loved her evolving BBW look. Even these fans sent chocolates and roses weekly, even cakes and gift cards to Starbucks. As Brenda prepared for her last show of the night, Tina Walker (remember her?) stared at her from across the studio, smiling at what had become of the former bombshell. But it still pissed her off that people still loved her. She was jealous of her confidence in front of the camera and wanted her out of here. So Tina decided to take matters into her own hands. "You're gonna wish you never took this job, fat ass..," Tina whispered to herself as she closed the door to the dressing room behind her. She found Brenda's dress which was easy to locate. The only size XXL dress there, in baby blue with the back cut out and no sleeves. The nerve of this girl to wear something like that with her size, Tina thought. She took a pin and pierced through the back of the dress where Brenda's fat ass crack would rest. Carefully, Tina tore a hole just enough so that further damage would be inevitable. Then she grabbed Brenda's flats. The plus-size weather woman stopped wearing heels 50 pounds ago and was even too lazy to wear those flats before going on air. She wore her socks on her swollen feet, gliding around the studio, munching on whatever tasted good that moment. Back to the plan - Tina rubbed grease on the bottom of the flats. With half an hour to go, there would be enough time for Brenda to slip those on and still have greasy footing. "And with possible rain on the way, let's send it to Brenda Lopez in the weather center," said the main anchor. "Thanks Lisa. Showers on the way..." Brenda started her segment like always, smooth and sexy. But this time... (((WOOOMP))) "Ahhhggghhh.....!! Owww," Brenda yelled as she hit the floor. There she was laying on her fat stomach, and her giant ass in the air. Her whole dress had split as she tried to keep her balance. Brenda sprawled across the studio floor with her back fat showing out. The newscast went to break but someone was still rolling. Tina held her camera phone from the back the studio, zooming into Brenda's massive body. Even in her spanx, her ass cheeks and hips looked like the material would rip to shreds. Brenda tried to get herself up, pushing off the ground with her luscious arms. Despite their size, they had no strength. "Hun, are you okay? I'm here. Let's get you up," Michael said anxiously. He grabbed Brenda by her arms and couldn't help but get a half chub even through her misery. With the help of two other crew members, they rolled Brenda off the ground as she cried. Poor princess. But during those few minutes, Tina had already uploaded the video to YouTube. BEGINNING OF IMMOBILITY When Brenda fell on her fat ass that night, she also broke her right ankle. The doctor said she had to stay off her feet for six to eight weeks. During that time, the video Tina uploaded anonymously racked up hundreds of thousands of views. "Big Brenda's Fail" went viral and everyone had seen it. Many felt bad for her because they were fans and stuck with Brenda through her 100-pound weight gain. But then there were these comments that cut her deep. "Jesus, what happened to the hottie from Miami?!" "Who ate Brenda Lopez and tried to pose as Brenda Lopez?" "Damn, Brenda got so fat. I'd still hit that though." While Brenda read these nasty comments, she also ate her feelings - all day long. Michael made sure to keep her favorite treats bedside and with the help of technology, he could order her pizza or Chinese food delivered to their door before he left to work. He would check on her during his breaks since they lived close to work and make sure she got nice, long belly rubs. Even with a bandage around her right ankle, no makeup on, just wearing lady briefs and a sports bra - Brenda still looked hot as fuck if you like big girls. She binge watched shows and movies all day while smacking her lips with greasy food. She pleasured herself when she became stuffed and thought to herself, "maybe I don't need to go back to work." When Michael came home for the night, he climbed onto his massive queen and went as long as he could but with a handful of thrusts and Brenda's big hip movement - you know what happened. Eight weeks of feeding, fucking and Brenda's laziness completed the final turn in her life. BIRTH OF SSBBW BRENDA After eight weeks, Brenda's ankle fully recovered. But with the gluttonous rest, Brenda had no urge to ever go back to work or ever work again. During her last day of disability, she decided to go all out. She ordered Michael to call in sick and spend every moment with her. But she had a unique idea and the once "closet chubby chaser, turned FA boyfriend, and now a feeder" who helped transform the Brenda Lopez from a 130-pound stunner into a 280-pound tank of a woman, would be very grateful he met her. "Michael, go inside the bedroom and lay down," said Brenda from the bathroom. "Um, I like that idea. Coming!," he answered. "Wait, go grab the cupcakes from the fridge and the ice cream sandwiches," yelled Brenda. Moments later, Brenda walked out of the bathroom. Well - the sound made it seem more like a stomp. Michael could hear the floor creak under her as she approached the foot of the bed. He stared at his woman closing in on 300 pounds if she weighed herself in another three weeks. Brenda wore a see through night gown with thin straps. Her tree trunk cankles with dimples, thighs so wide that they touched from the knee up. Brenda's hips pushing out left and right with fat wiggling and her three-folded belly pushing forward and hanging over the mattress. As she lifted her arms to tie her shiny dark hair in a bun, her pillowy arms and fat tits waved together like a flag. She smiled and scrunched her swollen face, her double chin faintly showing a third at the bottom of her neck or what was left of it. Brenda Lopez - damn. She didn't disappoint with her makeup done, lip gloss shining and Michael could smell the perfume. "Baby, I'm quitting my job. I emailed NOLA 8 and told them I hereby resign as of tomorrow. So here's what the fuck we're gonna do," Brenda said, calling the shots and turning around to show her wide, chunky behind before lifting the nightgown up. Michael was rock hard at this point. Holding a box of ice cream sandwiches and a platter of cupcakes with his mouth open. "You're gonna be my personal producer," Brenda whispered as she shook her ass. She turned back around to face her feeder and planted a tripod with a camera in front of her. The gown was completely off, her 285-pound body in all its glory. "People think I'm a big fat ass. Well, good. I'm gonna be the number one SSBBW model in the world and you're going to make me fatter," Brenda commanded. She turned on the camera and framed the shot. She pressed record and climbed onto the bed, hoping it didn't break... or maybe both she and Michael did hope that happened. She got on top of him and opened both boxes of sweets. She slowly grabbed Michael's hand and helped him grab a chocolate covered cupcake. "FEED ME. FUCKING FEED ME." Michael slammed the cake into her face she rode him like never before. Brenda's rolls shook and she moaned for more calories. WHAT HAPPENED TO BRENDA? Tina Walker finally got what she wanted. She took Brenda's job as weeknight weather anchor when she quit but wondered what happened to the former star. When she Googled her name, she added 'Brenda Lopez FAT WEIGHT GAIN'. She found a website dedicated to "SSBBW Big Brenda's Immobility." She scrolled through photos and short video clips of the woman she once knew. The woman who looked like a Hollywood celebrity with the perfect body and star personality... now an enormous pig at 400 pounds, sprawled over a bed with her face in front of boxes of pizza. Brenda's face still beautiful and her features recognizable but full of fat. And you can imagine the rest of her. "My goal is to be bedridden with my lover feeding me weight gain shakes through a tube. I want to be 600 pounds and I want your money!," said Brenda on a teaser video. Even her voice had changed because of the fat in her neck. Tina loved it, yet hated it. And on the other side of the screen, sat Brenda Lopez drinking that shake filled with mass gainer in a nothing but a bra and panties, getting rubbed down by her Michael. Massive rolls of fat spilling in the front, back and sides of her. She smiled that superstar smile and then... (((BELCCCHHHHHH)))

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