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Okay so a little bit of background here: My girlfriend and I have been together for about 4 months now, she's not only my first girlfriend but my first relationship ever. She's also a few years older than me and so is the experienced in our relationship. On the first night we met we immediately became a couple, which was I was amazed at, since she's everything I have ever wanted in a girlfriend. She's taller than me, about 165 cm and weighs around 55 kg, she eats healthy food and works out a lot, goes swimming, biking, hiking etc and she works as an ICU nurse so she is constantly on her feet and really fit. She has tattoos and piercings and that kind of hippie chill vibe to her. I myself am slightly overweight at 153cm and balancing at 62/63kg. I have spent most of my life being super self conscious about my looks, I have a tendency to overeat when I'm stressed and in years when school got harder and the added stress of figuring out my sexuality has made me gain a lot of weight. In the beginning of our relationship it never struck me as odd that she liked to give me belly rubs and put her hands on top of it when we were watching TV. In the bedroom, she would kiss and stroke my belly too which surprisingly really turned me on and I loved it. She would sometimes buy me large meals or cook for me at home and always loved to rub my belly when it was tight and swollen, but I still had zero suspicions. Last week she came out to me about her preferences. She said that she really likes girls with a belly and just a little extra weight on them, and then she asked me if I would be open to even gaining a little weight. At first I was shocked and a little upset because I just felt like a checked off criteria box. But she reassured me that she loves my body exactly the way it is, and that if I chose not gain weight or even lose weight she would not love me any less. I'm still quite unsure. The idea does excite me a little and I actually like having my belly played with but then there's this part of me that fills up with dread at the idea of getting fatter and I'm just so torn! What should I do? Should I give gaining a try?

I woke up early on Monday morning to the familiar sensation of my girlfriend pressing her lips against mine. “Mmm good morning” I murmured as I finally opened my eyes to see her smiling face. I moved my arms to embrace her only to find that my wrists were already fastened into the restraints we kept on the bed at all times. “You’ve been busy I see” She just laughed as she was busying herself with something at the end of the bed. I scooted up the bed just a little so that I could rest on my elbows, trying to see what she was up to. “Hey hun” she started before turning to face me “remember a couple of weeks back when we were messing around with that filter on snapchat?” “Yeah, what of it?” “Remember how handsome I thought you looked as a dude?” I felt a little rise in my anxiety levels when I heard that. Emmy was a kinky girl, the kinkiest I'd ever been with. I wondered just what she had planned. “Yeah it was sweet, what are you up to?” She pulled a box from the bottom of the bed and opened it, pulling out a fleshy looking item that I quickly realised was a mask. She put it on her hand and turned the face to look at me. “What do you think?” she asked, that impish grin on her face. I looked into the eyeless form of the latex mask that stared back at me. “It... it kinda looks like that snapchat photo” “That’s right! I had it made! Just for you! Well for me too really” she giggled as she started to roll the mask over my face. I was in no position to protest so I let her have her fun. “What do you think?” she asked as she held a hand mirror in front of my face. I took in my reflection, the short dark hair, the thick eyebrows, the stubble, it was vaguely familiar from the photo. What wasn’t so familiar was the chubby cheeks and the large double chin that hung from the mask. “It looks kinda chubby” I replied “are you sure they made it to your specifications?” “Oh yes” she purred “you know I'm bisexual but I never told you what kind of guy I like” I gulped as I looked down at my slim body, half bound to my bed whilst wearing the face of a fat man. “What kind of guy do you like?” I asked, half knowing the answer. “Let me show you.” She started pulling a number of boxes from under the bed, some of them looked kinda heavy but she was so excited that it barely showed. She heaved the largest one onto the bed and removed its contents. Inside was a huge flabby gut made from the same latex as the mask. She looked at me expectantly as if trying to gauge my reaction, to be fair, the way the mask clung to my face it must have been pretty easy to see how shocked I looked. “You want me to wear that?!” “I sure do baby; you’re going to look so hot” she hefted the gut and started moving it towards me. It opened at the rear and used a plastic zip to fasten. As she secured it around me, I felt how snug it was as it was fastened. She paused to heft it again and let it drop. I felt the chins of the mask bunch up as I looked down to see this hairy gut jiggle around me. She let out a contented little moan before she returned to the boxes on the floor. “And what if I don’t want to wear this?” I asked as she lifted the latest piece onto the bed. She paused and looked me straight in the face. “Well baby, you don’t have to wear it but I did spend a lot of money on this so it’d be nice if you could at least try it. Besides, it might be a little while before I help you out of those restraints if you don’t want to play” she smirked. I just sighed. “Go on then” “Thank you, baby,” she smiled before going on with her plan. This next piece was the chest of the suit. “I’m going to have to uncuff you to get these next pieces on, do you promise not to try and escape?” “Do you promise it’s worth my while?” I toyed back. She nodded so I acquiesced. She undid the cuffs and started to pull my arms through the chest piece. It also zipped at the back; the zipper buried beneath the rubber flab. My breasts sat in pockets within the rubber chest, so snug that it felt like they had been made especially for me. I verbalised my thoughts and she confirmed my suspicions. “They were made from a cast” “You took a cast of my boobs?!” “You’re a really heavy sleeper” she laughed. I looked down to see my pert, shapely breasts replaced with a pair of flabby man boobs. “Happy moob day” she laughed as she busied herself with the next box. I took the opportunity to check out my new form so far. I was amazed at how the sagging neck of the mask seemed to blend with padded sternum that now covered me. The hairs that covered the chest and gut and circled the droopy nipples were the same dark brown as the hair of the mask, a stark contrast to my fair hair. My slender hands looked out of place as I grasped and the sagging flesh of my false torso but that wouldn’t be for long. The next pieces were a pair of great strapping arms, strapping with fat that is. She rolled them up my arms like a pair of gelatinous gloves. The upper arms wobbled as she pulled them into position and fastened them to the torso. Once one was on, she worked with the other, giving me the chance to observe how different to my regular arms. My delicate, small hands were replaced with ruddy palms with sausage-like digits, thick and meaty. That unfamiliar hair covered my lower arms and sprouted from my armpits. When she had finished the arms, she paused to kiss me deeply and passionately. “Thank you for doing this, this is so hot!” She got me to lie on my fleshy back while she readied my new lower half. I couldn’t feel the zips, it was obvious she had spared no expense on this suit. Next up was the pelvic area and what was to be my brand-new fat ass. She showed it to me before she slipped it over my legs. It wobbled by itself as she held it there for me to inspect briefly, a fine covering of downy fluff covered the cheeks and a thick thatch of wiry hair covered the crotch. She got me to lift my ass as she secured my new bulbous one in place. The legs went on similarly to the arms, like a fat pair of stockings, adding many inches to my slim pins. These wobbled just as much as the ass and belly and were decorated with small curly hairs from thigh to ankle. She fastened the legs to the pelvis and clapped to herself at her apparent triumph. At this point she took me by the hands and pulled me to my feet, I instantly felt the weight of the suit as she guided me towards our mirror. “What do you think fat man?” she asked me, her voice dripping with lust. I was gobsmacked. The illusion was so lifelike, you couldn’t tell there was a slim young woman hidden behind the inches of faux fat. There was just one thing off. “Are you ready to fuck your girlfriend fatso?” I nodded my head, feeling my double chin waggle as I did “But how?” I asked. The final box. In it was a lifelike cock and balls, erect and fit for purpose. Attached to it was a curved dildo pointing in the opposite direction. “I can’t have all the fun now can I?” she asked as she lubed up the dildo and inserted it into my pussy. I was already quite wet, who knew that being turned into a fat man would be such a turn on?! She attached the fat pad to the rest of the pelvis and my transformation was complete. She guided me back over to the bed and pushed me back. The bed shook and creaked as my fat ass landed. She eagerly disrobed before straddling my flabby thighs. She reached down and started working the prosthetic cock while maintaining eye contact with me. “You like that big boy?” I nodded, eager to play the part for her. “I know something you’d enjoy more” she grinned as she licked her lips. She forcibly pushed down on the fat pad and I was surprised when the dildo in me began to vibrate. She noticed my favourable reaction. “Oh yeah, you like that” she remarked as she climbed aboard the fat train, grabbing a hold of my sagging man tits as she inserted my false phallus into her sopping twat. She rode me hard causing my fat frame to jiggle uncontrollably and the moans were not just her own. “I want to feel you on top of me” she said breathlessly as she rolled off of my blubbery body. I spread her thighs and stuck my fat cock in her effortlessly. “Oh you’ve done this before!” she gasped as she tried, unsuccessfully to wrap her legs around me. “You’re so fucking hot” I said in a deeper voice, trying to immerse myself in the role. She appreciated the commitment and pulled me down on top of her, my heavy gut squashing her somewhat as we kissed again. I began thrusting my hips, fucking my slim girlfriend for the first time. Feeling all the layers of phony flab sway and jiggle rhythmically. My fat man tits slapping against her perfect boobs. She could tell I was close, we both were. “Are you gonna cum fat man?” she said with ragged breaths I nodded again as I moaned. She grabbed a small remote I hadn’t noticed from the nightstand. “Cum for me fat man!” she shouted as she climaxed herself, pushing the button as she did. I came hard and rolled off of her, stringy white liquid still dripping from my hard cock. “That must be what the remote was for” I thought as she pressed into my fat pad once again to turn off the vibrator. “How was your first fuck as a fat dude?” she asked as we lay back, catching our breath. “Amazing” was all I could manage, still in my deeper voice. “And just think” she said as she turned to me “It’s only Monday”

This was a request for dweb08 on my DeviantArt page. The idea of a chocolate experiment to see how eating it after a long time everyday affects the brain was Dweb08's idea. So, I went from there and made this story. Enjoy. Chapter 1 Heather smiled as she stepped into the factory's front doors. Today she was going to an interview for an accountant job for the factory's owner. She saw machines making candy along with workers handling chocolate. The young girl fresh from another job was excited looking around. She was 5 ft 9in with blonde hair in a ponytail and glasses on her pretty face. Heather was wearing a white blouse and a pencil skirt on her with heels as well. She looked very professional despite being a young 25-year-old girl. She also had B cup breasts and a perky butt to go with a slim waistline. Still fresh in her career as an accountant she was very happy when she saw the ad for this job that was paying a million dollars for the year. She opened the door to the owner's office a bit nervous. The owner was nothing Heather expected when she thought of a factory owner. Inside was a girl wearing a goth outfit filling out paperwork as she looked up smiling. The girl got up and Heather saw more of her outfit. She was wearing a black shirt and a purple skirt with stockings on her legs. She also wore heeled boots to make her a bit taller, but without them she was probably around 5ft 5in. She had black hair with purple highlights running down her shoulders. The girl wore black lipstick on her face and nail polish with the same color as well. She was shocked how young she was, and another thing Heather noticed was how chubby this girl looked. She had a ** belly peeking over her belt on her waist and a wide chunky butt making her skirt look tight on her. She also had D cup breasts that were pressed into her shirts opening giving her some nice cleavage making Heather blush a bit. Her thighs were also a bit thick too as she swayed her way over shaking the blonde's hand. "Hi, my name's Lisa and I'm the owner of the factory." "Names Heather and it's a pleasure to meet you. But you're not what I was expecting to be honest." "Oh, were you expecting Willy Wonka or something," Lisa laughed. "Ha, maybe," Heather giggled. "You're not what I expected ether. A pretty blonde that could be a model but is smart with money. Guess we shouldn't judge books by their cover no," Lisa grinned. "I'm not pretty stop," Heather blushed. "Don't be so modest, anyway that's beside the point. Welcome to my chocolate factory. Why don't you tell me your name," Lisa smiled. "It's Heather, and you have a job opening for an accountant, is that salary for real though, this sounds too good to be true?" "Yes, I know it seems like I'm overpaying you, but there's more to your job than being an accountant. There's a good reason you're getting so much in your pay. You see my factory and brand is still growing and small. I need to know how to get my customers to buy more of my chocolates and other candies. So, I need someone to take part in a psychological experiment to see how addicting my chocolate is. Every time you complete your day, I'll reward you with chocolates for you to try," Lisa explained. "So, I'm your taste tester for your products," Heather asked. "Yes, but I'm also going to watch your behavior as this goes on for the year and see how it affects your brain. I need to see if my customers will keep coming for more. How to advertise and entice people to buy my stuff. Then there's another reason you'll be paid so much and it's fairly simple. Eating all this chocolate I want you to taste is going to make you pack on the pounds. I need you to eat a decent amount each time to make the experiment work and you're tasting my stuff thoroughly. By the time you're done for the year your figure will be in shambles most likely. My figures starting to grow as well. After turning 27 this year, guess my eating and tasting caught up to me," Lisa smirked patting her own belly. "I see," Heather nodded. "But you can just be an accountant and I'll pay you the usual salary if you want. But most people don't want that ether since working in a factory surrounded by chocolate isn't good for the waistline regardless. This is usually the part where you tell me no," Lisa sighed. "Ok, I'll take the first offer," Heather smiled. "I see well that's too bad thank...you...for...your...wait you actually said yes," Lisa gasped. "Your surprised?" Heather smirked. "Well, yeah, everyone I interview ends up choosing the second option and then they leave after gaining weight anyway over the months. Are you sure about this?" Lisa asked. "Well, I know I'll be putting on a lot of weight, but one million dollars is worth it in my opinion. Besides while my figure will be ruined after this, I can always lose the weight after the year is up. I'll think of the pounds I put on as an investment," Heather smiled. "Ether you're really smart or you're desperate to get this money," Lisa grinned. "Hey, I need to pay off my student loans and get my retirement plan and saving fund going somehow, and this is the quickest way," Heather stated. "Ok then I'll have you sign the contract for this job agreement, and I'll start you the next day," Lisa smiled. "Sounds wonderful, time to kiss my skinny figure goodbye for now," Heather smiled rubbing her slim midriff making Lisa giggle. *** The next day Lisa taught Heather what her job entailed, and the blonde caught on quick. She even already suggested some tips to Lisa about saving money. Lisa was liking this girl more by the minute and it wasn't just because she was cute. Lisa was attracted to girls but tried to keep things professional with her new employee. Heather had a desk, an armchair and some filing cabinets to put stuff in. Seemed cozy enough for the blonde. Then after Lisa gave her a tour of the factory just to show her around a bit. Most of it was pretty standard with a lot of machines producing chocolate along with workers handling everything. "This is a nice factory you got, how long have you had it?" Heather asked. "I opened this factory a year ago. I used to own a popular chocolate shop and I made a lot of money so I could open this factory. I've made even more money since, and my parents thought I was crazy. Look at me now, but it's getting too hard and stressful for me to handle the finances on my own. I mean look at how much weight I've put on stress eating my own chocolate," Lisa sighed poking her own belly pooch. "Well, now I'm here to save the day," Heather smirked. "Yes, you're helping me out so much by doing this and I'm already impressed by your work," Lisa smiled. "Please it's nothing compared to you, and what you've done. I did what I was told to do by my parents and became an accountant. You followed your dreams. and succeeded," Heather smiled. "Aw, thanks. Oh, wait till you see this next room," Lisa smirked. The dark-haired girl opened the door to a room and Heather's mind was blown. It was a small room with tree's, grass, mushrooms, and a little stream that was brown. It looked like something out of Alice in wonderland. "Wow, this room is so cool. You made all this," Heather awed looking around at the sites. "Yes, I was inspired by the Willy Wonka movies room made of sweets. It's not nearly as big, but it's cute for what it is. I'll be opening the factory for tours and this room will be a nice little place to visit no," Lisa beamed snapping off a branch nibbling on it. "Does the chocolate go bad though?" Heather wondered. "Chocolate can last a decade or more, so I would just have to replace the chocolate every 10 years or so. Would you like to try some?" Lisa asked. "Sure, I don't have to worry about a diet for a while so might as well, my parents were strict and never let me have sweets or savory food," Heather smiled. "Oh, you poor thing, you've been missing out. You're in for a surprise then," Lisa smirked. Lisa broke off a branch for Heather to try as she grabbed it from the goth. She began eating the branch hesitant at first, but then she moaned at the flavor looking very happy. Soon Lisa smirked as Heather had eaten the whole branch. Lisa then told her to try some of the stream of chocolate. Heather nodded as she got a big jug and scooped up some of the river. She began drinking the liquid as she moaned more as it was similar to hot chocolate. Soon she had guzzled down the whole jug of chocolate as she felt really sluggish all of a sudden. The blonde looked down to see her belly was slightly bloated against her blouse. She poked her new stuffed tummy as she let out a burp making Lisa laugh. "Sorry I got burp, carried away. Now I'm so full," Heather moaned holding her belly bulge. "It's alright, you look like you were having fun there," Lisa giggled poking Heathers belly. "Maybe I shouldn't come here often. If I do, I'm going to be a blimp by the end of this year. Your sweets are incredible. It's so good," Heather grinned belching again rubbing her bloated tummy. Oh yeah, she's perfect for this," Lisa thought smiling. *** After that day Heather began her job filling out her new role fast in more ways than one. When she was done for the day Lisa would have her try different kinds of chocolates that would usually leave the girl bloated by the end. All the chocolate was incredible when it hit her lips and it was almost orgasmic how good it was. Lisa was right, she had missed out for sure. Lisa was happy to have Heather but was nervous if Heather would change her mind after gaining a few pounds like the rest did. Eating all this chocolate was going to start catching up to the tall sexy blonde sooner or later. One month later the results of her chocolate indulgence were beginning to appear. Lisa came in at the end of Heathers shift to see the blonde sitting in her armchair with a lot of room to spare. She was dressed in the same outfit she had interviewed in, and Lisa noticed the girl had put on some weight already. She seemed a bit fuller and curvier to the goth and she had a slight belly roll she had grown on her waist. Once it was completely flat, but now all the chocolate she was putting in her tummy was making it bigger much to Lisa's amusement. Watching this hot blonde girl eat her way out of her skirt was kind of funny to watch for Lisa. "Well, well, I see all those chocolates you're eating are already sticking to your waist," Lisa smirked poking the blonde's slight bulge making the girl blush. "Yeah, I know. I eat right and exercise outside of work, but I'm still packing it on already. All this chocolate I'm eating has put 9 pounds on me already," Heather sighed. "9 pounds already, gez you're going to be big by the end of this," Lisa giggled. "I know this is so embarrassing. To think the head cheerleader in high school and college is now getting fat," Heather stated. "You were a cheerleader? Thats cool," Lisa smiled imagining the blonde in a cheerleading outfit blushing. "Well, my uniform isn't going to fit me for a while that's for sure," Heather sighed. "What do you do for fun these days?" Lisa asked. "I like watching cartoons, playing video games, I also like to read sci-fi and fantasy books as well," Heather stated. "No way, I love cartoons and video games too. Hey, we should hang out after work today. I'll show you my game collection," Lisa beamed. "Sure, I don't have much going on anyway," Heahter smiled at the goth's enthusiasm. "Sounds great. Oh yeah, anything different about your appetite or mood lately? Just want to know for the experiment," Lisa asked. "Nope everything's normal, besides this new belly of mine," Heather sighed. Later on, Heather went to Lisa's apartment on the second floor of a complex. The blonde saw she had a living room with a couch and a big TV. Lisa had a decently sized kitchen and then a big sized bedroom. Inside It had posters of metal bands and rock music. Her sheets were black on her queen-sized bed and her shades were closed. The chubby girl sat on the couch with her belly bulge resting in her lap a bit patting the spot next to her for Heather to sit. The girls soon began playing video games on the couch and Heather lost to Lisa quite a lot. They were playing a fighting game and the girl was struggling to beat the goth girl in combat. Lisa also offered her chocolates and she mindlessly nibbled on them without keeping track how many went into her mouth. The night ended with Heather going home with a full stuffed belly again. Lisa smiled as she never knew she would have so much in common with Heather. Me and her should do this more often, Lisa thought giggling. *** So, things continued similarly like this for a while. Heather would come in and do her work and then sometimes hang out with Lisa after. Soon another month had passed, and Heather was noticing more changes putting on 11 pounds according to her scale. Being 155 pounds at 5ft 9 in when she started this job that meant she was 175 pounds now. She sat in her seat noticing her growing figure. Her breasts had gone up to a C cup as she had to get a bigger bra. Her hips were flaring out too giving her more of a hourglass look as she got wider. Her butt was also getting heftier too, but this didn't mean her belly wasn't growing in. The slight bulge she had before was now a starter belly that peaked over her belt a bit. Her legs were also looking a smidge thicker too as they looked slightly jigglier now. Too think it only took two months to put on 20 pounds. Heather also noticed she wasn't feeling bloated anymore after eating the chocolate at the end of her shift as her belly had stretched a bit needing more food now to feel full. Her appetite was definitely larger lately as she needed more food to stop it from growling. The blonde also noticed she was feeling a bit more sluggish after her shifts thanks to all the sugar she was taking in. She still did her exercises, but noticed it was a bit harder with more weight to carry and her muscles getting eroded away being replaced with fat. All the new fat on her was definitely making her a bit more out of shape. Her office uniform was getting tighter on her softer body as well. On top of that she was getting some cravings for chocolate when she was home, but she resisted thanks to her willpower. Lisa came in looking at her now softer looking friend as she grinned. The goth had more time to experiment, and taste test her own creations, but having a second opinion was always good. The black-haired girl looked down at her own figure in dismay putting on 8 pounds these last few months. All the sampling and hanging out with her new friend had made the chubby goth a bit pudgier in the waist mostly. Her ** belly was sticking out over her belt more as it almost reached out as far as her big boobs. Her goth outfit she wore on the day of the interview was beginning to feel tight on her. She grimaced that she was close to outgrowing her clothes. Gez, Heather's the one who's supposed to get fat, not me. I need to get some control on these eating habits of mine, Lisa thought sighing grabbing her soft love handle while Heather wasn't looking. "Hey Lisa, what have you got for me today?" Heather asked licking her lips. "I've got just simple chocolate balls today, similar to Lindt balls, try them, my your looking soft already. Your certainly growing into your role aren't you," Lisa smirked. Heather put the balls past her lips as she licked them eating more as she filled her belly. "Yeah, all this chocolate is making me sluggish, and my toned slim figure is slipping away, filling out so to speak, Gosh I'm getting fat," Heahter sighed slapping her little belly. "Are you noticing anything else?" Lisa asked. "I do have some cravings for the sweets, but my willpower is still strong," Heather stated. "Seems like my chocolate is on your brain though. Thats good that means my customers won't forget my chocolate and will buy more of my product," Lisa grinned. "So, I'm slowly getting addicted to your treats," Heather sighed. "Yep, basically. I wonder how you'll be handling this 10 months from now," Lisa grinned poking Heather's small belly pooch as it growled for chocolate. Soon Heather had eaten an entire bag of the chocolate balls as she rubbed her bloated belly belching. She undid her belt and unbuttoned her pants to make room for her stuffed tummy. Her blouse also rid up a bit as the bottom of her pale pooch showed. Lisa was in awe at Heathers greedy indulgence noticing some chocolate on the girl's face. Then Heather let out a wet fart making Lisa giggle like crazy. She blushed at how silly she looked and how much of a slob she must have seemed. It's ok, this is only temporary right? Heather thought turning red rubbing her full belly pooch. If you found this interesting, you can read more stories, I've written on my deviant art page chubbygirls12. Thanks for reading. Gimme Chocolate Part 1 (wg) by chubbygirls12 on DeviantArt

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[I'm planning to upload this story to Curvage in chunks, but the rest can be read here: https://www.deviantart.com/weapona] Chapter 1 From the time she could walk, Cassandra Cain (aka Batgirl) had moved like a gazelle: hyper-alert, effortlessly sure-footed, and astonishingly quick. Perhaps it was genetics. Her mother was similarly gifted. That being said, Lady Shiva’s was the methodical grace of an apex predator. She was more experienced, knowing precisely what she was capable of (which was a good deal) and recognizing her limits (which comprised a much shorter list). Unstoppable, glacial floes of ice – not fire – pumped through her veins. Cass was younger, though, and blazing with untapped potential. She was still improving, still testing boundaries. If she was ever going to find her limits, she’d surely do it the hard way. She was too reckless, too stubborn – too hungry – for anything else. There was something more than genetics to her, then. Perhaps it was upbringing. In some ways, Cass had been raised like a gazelle by her father, the assassin David Cain: constantly surrounded by lions. The slightest moment of weakness could be a death sentence. The softest, padding footstep, the faintest rustle in the tall grass… She had learned to see and hear everything and to respond with the speed of lightning and the precision of a tornado that could snatch up a carton of eggs and set it down, unscathed, a hundred miles away. That, though, was something no one had taught her, something that made Cassandra neither predator nor prey. Just Cass. Just Batgirl. In spite of her mother, she was merciful. In spite of her father, she was unafraid. For someone who had only ever known violence, she could be surprisingly gentle, which was just as well for her friend Stephanie. “Aaaaugh…” Stephanie Brown (also aka Batgirl) had taught the formerly mute and illiterate Cassandra more words than anyone except perhaps her mentor Barbara Gordon. She even seemed to invent a few new ones every time the two of them sparred, a verbose series of grunts and groans that were unfamiliar to even Cass, who had punched more people than she had spoken to. Unlike Cassandra’s father, Stephanie’s hadn’t taught her to be silent – he hadn’t taught her much of anything, for that matter. She had learned to make her own way in the world, to voice her opinions freely and without apology, almost as if to prove to herself and everyone else that she was, in fact, present and worth paying attention to. People like her father ignored her at their own risk, but not Cass. She truly enjoyed listening to Steph talk. Not that she was doing much of that at the moment, lying on her face with her purple cape splayed to one side. “Uuuuugh…” When compared to most people, Stephanie was an excellent fighter: resilient, quick on her feet, and willing to fight dirty. Cass, on the other hand, found her style slow and clumsy, to put it generously. At least she was learning to fall pretty gracefully, but perhaps that was to be expected. She’d gotten a lot of practice during their weekly sparring sessions, with the rocky cave floor leaving more than a few tears in her old Spoiler costume (which she’d been forced to don while some quick repairs were made to her new, Batgirl suit – similarly mangled, courtesy of the floor). Not even breathing heavily, Cass pulled up her cowl, allowing her small mop of messy black hair to flop forward before she shook most of it out of her face. She leaned forward, flicking through the pockets of Steph’s utility belt until she found her phone and jabbed in the password ($p*!l#r@l#rt!). A moment later, Cass found what she was looking for: a small app labeled with large red letters. Big Belly Burger. “All right, Cheater.” Stephanie grumbled, propping herself up on her elbows and squinting up at Cass. “What am I getting you today?” Cass held out the phone so she could see. “Four quarter-pounders, 2 XL fries, and 2 chocolate milkshakes…” It was an obscene amount of food for a girl who weighed 110 pounds, but Steph’s eyes slid past the alarming calorie counts to the only number that truly concerned her. It, too, amounted to a shockingly high total. “Really, Cassie? A 50% tip?” Cass shrugged. “I need to see if a billionaire will adopt me sometime,” the blonde Batgirl sighed. “Or win sometime.” Cass shrugged again. Steph glared at her through watery, bloodshot eyes. “I don’t know what you’ve more completely destroyed… my body… my soul… or my bank account…” “Want food?” “Not fair, Cass. My wallet… is empty… My stomach… is halfway across the room…” “I’ll have Alfred make tea.” “Thank you. None of that stuff your Mom makes, though!” “It’s good for you. Strong.” Cass flashed a disapproving frown. “Less sugar.” “Don’t talk to me about sugar, Cassie. You drink milkshakes the size of your own freaking torso!” Cass glanced down at her lean, powerful body, patting her rippling abs appraisingly. “Small milkshake, then,” she pronounced happily, turning and walking toward the stairs that wound upward from the Batcave to Wayne Manor. She thrust her tiny but powerful fist defiantly into the air, causing her black cape to flutter behind her. “Need fuel!” “Were you low on fuel before?! Now, there’s a scary thought…” Stephanie managed to sit up, then thought about standing. She thought about it for some time. In fact, she was still thinking about it when Cass returned with her order, which practically overflowed her slender, gauntleted arms. She took the steps two at a time despite the fact that she had a mug balanced on her head – the white one with the tiny Nightwing (Alfred was a collector). Cass dropped the bags full of food on the cave floor, then crouched in front of Steph. “Ooh, yes… Gimme caffeine,” Stephanie moaned, opening and closing her hands. Cass smirked at her and subtly shook her head. The mug hardly wavered. “Brat.” Steph struggled to sit up, reaching feebly, only for her tormentor to hop lightly backward like a little gremlin. This time, the tea spilled a little, a drop trickling down the side of Cass’s face and connecting with her impish smile. “Mm. Sweet.” Stephanie’s eyes flashed. “Oh yeah? Let’s see how you like it—” She tried to grab the greasy fast food bags, but Cass scooped them up before she could so much as blink. Still, she’d made her point, and Cass leaned forward so Steph could retrieve the mug. Then, she hauled Stephanie upright, allowing the still-exhausted girl to lean against her appreciatively. While Stephanie sipped her tea, Cass inspected her own spoils of war, tearing through the paper bags like a wild animal. In addition to everything she’d ordered, Cass had apparently received enough barbecue sauce to fill a small pond. The perks of a 50% tip, presumably. She wasted no time drenching her burgers in the stuff, and even her fries, and a fair amount spilled on her sleek black bodysuit as well. Stephanie laughed. “You might want to go a little easy on the fuel, Cass, before you start to resemble a storage tank. Even your metabolism has its limits!” Cass stared at her for a moment, cheeks puffed out with her mouth full to bursting, then shrugged and returned to her burger before she had even had the chance to swallow. Steph stifled a giggle. Her fellow Batgirl had learned to fight from the greatest warriors on earth, but clearly, none of them had taught her how to eat. Cassandra Cain moved like a gazelle, but she chewed like a hippopotamus. ***** “Yesyesyesyes!” Stephanie jumped off the couch, waving a letter printed in very small type on red-and-gold paper. “Wha[t] i[s] i[t]?” Cass asked through a mouthful of breakfast. “Ivy University.” Her friend grinned widely, her pretty face outshining even her flow of bright, golden hair. “I got the scholarship!” She ran over to the table, giving Cass a fierce hug. Cassandra laughed. “Goo[d] jo[b]!” She swallowed with some difficulty, then swiveled in her seat to properly face Steph, who was practically vibrating. “You’re coming too, right?” Steph demanded. “To Ivy?” Cass hesitated. “What if they need me here?” “Well, gee, I dunno. If only we knew someone who owned a billion private jets, planes, cars, and Bat-boats.” Steph rolled her eyes. “Come on! Ivy Town needs us, Cassie.” Cass scoffed, returning to her small mountain of syrup-soaked, buttery pancakes. “They [s]ay i[t’s] the [s]afe[st] pla[ce] on ear[th].” “Don’t believe everything you see on commercials. Sure, the crime rates are low, but maybe their businesses are secretly in decline. You can save the local economy with your love of breakfast!” It was Cass’s turn to roll her eyes, chugging some freshly squeezed orange juice to wash down Alfred’s world-famous flapjacks. “What about dinner?” “I’m sure they’ve also got plenty of Big Belly Burgers for you to put in your big belly,” Steph quipped, patting Cassandra’s stomach, which was indeed looking a little rounder that morning. “I’m just a little full!” “Well, I guess four plates of pancakes will do that to you, not to mention that…” Stephanie laughed, grabbing a napkin to wipe off some of the syrup covering Cass’s slightly reddened cheeks. “Maybe I shouldn’t count on you getting accepted in the first place, Miss Piggy. A prestigious university may not want to admit such a slob.” “I’ll get in.” Cass smirked. “I’ve got good grades.” “Oh, yeah. I’m sure all those acceptance letters are because of your grades and have nothing to do with every school in the country wanting Bruce Wayne’s daughter as an alumnus…” Cass hummed a little, picking up her fork again but pausing a few inches from the plate. “You think it will be good? School?” “Absolutely. One hundred percent.” “But what if—” “Hey!” Steph slugged her shoulder. “Don’t wimp out on me now. We said we’d get our degrees together. Ivy’s got a great dance program, and given how much your reading has improved, I doubt you’ll even need my help with the other classes.” Cass frowned but then nodded slowly. “Okay. We can try i—” Stephanie hugged her again, laughing and rocking from side to side. Cass could feel her pulse with excitement and smiled a little in spite of herself. Glancing at the brochure Steph had dropped on the table, she saw big buildings with classical architecture… spotless dorm rooms and pearly smiles… cloudless skies and freshly cut grass. It all made Cassandra a little uneasy, though. In a place like that, what could go wrong? ***** “I’m bored…” Cassandra fell lightly on her back, sprawling with effortless, haphazard grace across a massive blue couch with her small booted feet dangling over an armrest. Her left arm drooped toward the floor, gloved fingers picking restlessly at the carpet. Stephanie glanced up from the loose papers spread around her desk. “Oh, hey. Didn’t hear you come in.” “I can’t hear anything either,” Cass grumbled. “You know, most people see the lack of crime as a good thing.” “It is good,” she conceded. “But I know there must be criminals somewhere, and that’s where I should be.” “You should be in class. Maybe you wouldn’t be so bored if you didn’t sleep all morning, mope around all afternoon, and stay up till a quarter to five roaming the streets.” “It’s so quiet,” Cass insisted, frowning. “I must be missing something. No place is this quiet.” “Trust me, compared to Gotham, most places are going to seem boring, but if you’re willing to look around, you might be surprised what you uncover.” “I have been looking—” “Cass, I mean at school.” Stephanie crossed her arms. “Join a club or something. The other students won’t bite. Much. Probably.” Cass tilted her head. “What does that mean?” Steph hesitated. “Just that you’re not around much, and when you are, you’re very… quiet. People think you’re judging them. Or planning to kill them. Or planning to kill and eat them. You should try blinking more.” “Hmm.” Cass pursed her lips. She couldn’t really deny what Stephanie was saying – she could read body language better than most, and she could acknowledge that her own was not always the most casual or friendly. “Or you know…” “What?” Cass stared. Steph looked at her for a moment. Then, slowly, the corners of her mouth turned up and pulled back. “No.” “Why not?” she sighed. “I smile when I’m happy. When I’m at school, I’m bored. All the time.” Stephanie frowned, then abruptly stood up. “No. Not all the time.” She was grinning again. Cass blinked up at her. “What?” “I know something that makes you smile…” “Yeah?” “Food!” “Oh. How does that—” “You could join the Baking Club!” Steph suggested. “There’s a club for that?” “There’s a club for everything.” “But I can’t cook.” “I’ll give ya some pointers. They’ll never be able to tell.” “Steph, you can’t cook either. Why do you think we order out all the time?” Stephanie scowled. “Hey, that’s on you and that garbage disposal you call a stomach.” Cass shrugged. “Try winning.” “How about you try a freaking vegetable?!” “No.” Cass swung her legs up, flipping gracefully backward onto her feet and stretching, her cape sliding off of the couch and flowing smoothly around her petite but muscular frame as she twisted around. “Bedtime.” “I’m forging your signature on the sign-up sheet tomorrow,” Stephanie warned. Cassandra yawned. “If they want me, I’ll be in my bed.” She started to walk away, then stopped, halted in her tracks by a familiar gurgling. “Snack first,” she muttered. “Can I borrow your phone?” “You know, you have one too.” “Don’t know where it is.” “Probably on a rooftop somewhere… Fine, I guess, but make sure that you get—” Steph broke off. “Actually. On second thought.” Cass crossed her arms. She was getting that look again… “Steph.” “Oh, yesss…?” “What is it.” “I just remembered a little something I left in the fridge.” Steph jogged over to the kitchen. “C’mon. Give it a try!” Cass followed, mildly intrigued. “Give what a try?” “A bunch of clubs had tables set up in the common area, and the Baking Club was giving out samples.” “What kind?” “Cupcakes!” Stephanie grinned before sliding smoothly in front of the container to carefully conceal its Walmart packaging. She grabbed a couple of cupcakes and turned, waving them invitingly. Cass smiled slightly. “Okay, fine.” She took one cupcake, peeled off the wrapper, and popped the treat into her mouth. She chewed for a bit, pupils dilating subtly, then reached for the other one. A moment later, it too was stuffed into her mouth, and she began chewing loudly. “Pretty good, right?” Steph crossed her arms. “Mmm… Mhm…” Cass nodded, her ballooning cheeks wobbling ever so slightly. “So, forget about the cooking. Stick around for the eating. Here, have some more cupcakes!” “Mmm, mm-mmm…” “So, will you sign up tomorrow? Just to give it a try?” “Mmm… Mm-mm.” “Great! Here’s another to celebrate.” (Steph might have bought way too many cupcakes…) ***** The next morning, Cass and Steph headed down to the common room, wandering between tables advertising various student groups. “Ooh, look – gymnastics.” Stephanie nudged her taciturn friend. “You should try out. You’d be great at it!” “No thanks.” Cass shook her head. “Too many people watching.” “Like that’s ever stopped you before, Odette…” Cass flushed. “Ballet is different. When the music starts… No one else is there.” “Fair enough. When are practices, by the way?” “At night.” She scowled. “Great! Less time for sulking around street corners.” “Hnh.” “Don’t worry. I’ll pick up the slack, run around in the dark…” Steph yawned. “I could definitely use the exercise if I want to skip the Freshman 15. Gotta watch my figure.” “All of us have to.” Cass flashed a mischievous smile, nodding pointedly at Steph’s backside, which was by no means large but was undeniably broader and flatter than Cassandra’s small but perfectly sculpted curves. “Have to make room.” “Oh yeah? Are you calling me fat, you little—” Stephanie tried to smack Cass’s shoulder, only to swat a handful of air. “Not fat, just slow.” Cass leaned against a pillar several yards away and smirked. Her smile faded slightly, though, when she realized that half the room was staring at her. “What did I do?” she hissed to Steph. “Won some fans, probably,” Stephanie whispered back. “Half of these tables are for groups of athletes, and you’re the only girl here with a six-pack, dancing around like Muhammad freakin’ Ali. You look like you’d have an easier time breaking the sound barrier than a sweat.” “They should blink more,” Cassandra muttered. Then, her nose twitched, and she barrelled over to one of the tables as if intent on knocking it over. “You make cupcakes?” The girl sitting at the table blinked. “Sometimes.” “Where do I put my name?” “Uh, the clipboard?” “No gymnastics… no soccer… no track,” Cassie declared, scribbling furiously on the paper, then brandishing the pen like a sword. “I am with the Baking Club!” “Bon appétit.” Steph twirled a lock of her hair, wandering over. She glanced down at the slightly rumpled sheet, then up at the girl. “Uh, her name’s Cass. Cass Wayne.” Cass had gotten pretty good when it came to the movements of handwriting and the shape of letters, but unfortunately, she would sometimes put five or six of those shapes in a space only a few millimeters wide, especially when she got excited. “Oh.” The girl nodded. “Okay. Email address?” Stephanie shifted over and picked up the pen. “Cass, do you want me to…?” Cass had already moved on to inspecting the plates of samples, which Stephanie decided to take as a “yes.” “I’m Stephanie, by the way,” she chirped while jotting Cass’s email down. “Nice to meet you. I’m Adrianna.” Adrianna was a pale, brunette girl with a thin face that seemed inclined to frown. She frowned now, glancing from Stephanie to Cassandra with a mildly curious expression. The two didn’t look much alike, nor act much alike. Stephanie seemed upbeat and laidback, a bright personality with a colorful flair. She was a little on the tall side and in good shape. Her hair was long, straight, and blonde, and her lightly freckled features were a touch soft but well-defined. She seemed quick to smile and carried herself casually, wearing roomy, high-waisted jeans that flattered her curvy, borderline buxom figure and perfectly matched her pink sweater. Cassandra didn’t wear much pink. She seemed a bit uneasy in the crowded area, slouching a bit with her hands held close to her body. Her face was small and round, with a similarly small, round nose and big brown eyes. Her hair was short and messy – clean, but sloppily maintained. The look suited her, though, partly because apart from her clothes (a baggy crop top and a pair of black shorts that sagged slightly at the waist), there wasn’t much else that was sloppy about her. She looked like an Olympic gymnast, barely five feet tall but with legs thicker than her waist. Her arms were slender but tightly muscled, and her expression alone would have been compelling evidence that she packed more of a wallop than most people twice her size. “She doesn’t look like she’d be that much into food,” Adrianna remarked slowly. Steph chuckled. “Oh, you’d be surprised. She’s a ballerina.” And also a crime-fighting super-ninja… Adrianna’s eyes bugged. “What?” Steph laughed. The other girl chuckled weakly. “Oh, uh, nothing. That just, um… explains it. Our Club’s president is a ballerina, too, and she eats as much as a football player. Skinny as a twig, though.” “Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure that Cass here eats as much as a football team… Isn’t that right, Cassie?” “Hm?” “You know, you probably shouldn’t sample everything, Champ.” “It’s fine.” Adrianna sighed. “This is our last day out here, and Lesley said that I have to eat any leftovers to keep them from going stale.” “Oh. Is Lesley—” “The president, yeah. She was annoyed because I kept coming up with excuses to skip working these recruitment tables, so today, I’m doing it all myself…” “Nice.” Stephanie snorted. “I mean, she sometimes is.” Adrianna bit her lip. “She’s just been in an especially bad mood lately because some new rich kid came in and stole the—” She broke off, glancing at Cassandra and clearly doing some quick mental arithmetic. Stephanie put the pieces together even more quickly. She laughed nervously. “You know, could we take that name off the list…?” “Why?” Cass interjected, seeming to have noticed the change in Steph’s demeanor. “What’s wrong?” “Well, um, it sounds like the Baking Club’s president might, you know…” Stephanie flashed a forced, apologetic grin. “…hate you.” Cass paused. “Why? Too much staring?” “Too much starring, actually. I guess you’re just too much of a prima ballerina, Champ!” “She’s mad I got the lead?” “Uh, yeah. You’re new here, so people who have been here a while might feel like they’ve done more to earn the top spot, even though you undoubtedly, completely deserve it, and if I hear even one clown say ‘nepotism—’” “Nepo…” “Nepotism. It’s when… um… when people get extra opportunities just because of who’s in their family, which totally isn’t—” Cass straightened. “They don’t think I’m good enough?” “Aw, who cares what they think?” Stephanie waved dismissively. “I just thought maybe you could, like, make sure to avoid this Lesley person at all costs.” “Why? I’m not scared of her!” “Of course not, but I’m trying to—” “When’s the first meeting?” Cass leaned toward Adrianna, who had begun to gather the remaining plates of food. “Tuesday at 9:30.” Steph perked up at this glimmer of hope. “Cass, when’s ballet?” “Six-thirty to nine.” “Oh. Right.” Steph supposed that this shouldn’t have come as a surprise. When one was president of the Baking Club, one could make sure meetings weren’t until after one’s other stuff… Worse, this Lesley had to be pretty deranged to schedule something at such a late hour on a school night… “Are you gonna eat all of that?” Cass asked Adrianna. “Unless someone rescues me.” “I can take that. And that. And—” “Do you want the tablecloth, too, while you’re at it?” “Be careful what you suggest. She’d probably eat the chairs if they were frosted.” Stephanie rolled her eyes. She placed her hands on Cass’s shoulders, steering her away from the table. “C’mon. We’ve got class. You might have all the snacks your greedy heart desires, but I intend to feast my eyes on that TA with the nice…” Her voice slowly faded in the distance. The brown-haired girl watched them go, then sat in silence for a very long moment before quietly standing and gathering up the corners of the tablecloth. She pulled them together, drawing up the few remaining plates of snacks into a tightly packed bundle. Then, she began humming as she wandered over to the nearest trash can, dropping it all inside without a second thought for the discarded food – not even the most resilient of the bunch, a tray of cherry jigglers that collapsed into a gelatinous heap at the bottom of the trash can and wobbled feebly for several moments as if trying to escape.

Some holiday-themed fun I hadn't posted here before! Dolly loved Christmas! Just about every single thing about it! The cheesy music, and presents, and of course all the food! The chilly weather and fresh snow and snuggling up in leisurewear! The decorations and scents and all the Lifetime straight-to-stream holiday rom-coms she could stand! What Dolly didn’t love was her boyfriend’s work schedule. A promotion to district manager for a big box chain left them wanting for nothing except for well, time together. Lots of time together. Alone time—together. Dolly sighed and flicked off her e-reader. She was just skimming the same page over and again, chowing down freshly-baked cookies like there was no tomorrow. The seedy erotica she picked up on sale in the e-store was exciting but it was just working her up for a release that wouldn’t… come. She would prefer to wait for Derek but it was only noon and he wouldn’t likely be home before dark. No, she’d have to take care of herself for now and worry about him later. Dolly leaned back on the couch, propped up by overstuffed pillows. She draped one leg over the back of the couch to comfortably open herself up. With a sigh, she threaded one hand through her copper hair and slipped the other into the waistband of her pajamas, white as the snow outside. Derek’s tongue and toned arms wrapped around her thick thighs would be better but she could use her imagination. Dolly found her rhythm within a few minutes. Derek made sure she stayed well-pleased often, so it was easy to think of any of their escapades to inspire her in his absence. As her right hand worked herself down below, moistening with each stroke, the other hand gripped at her thick waist and massaged her soft paunch the way Derek often would in any position he could reach. Dolly had to admit that she wasn’t surprised he liked curvy women but was surprised when he managed to convince her to put on some weight. Well, rather, he mostly just convinced her to let go and encouraged her appetite, which he rewarded handsomely. Getting deeper now into her pleasure, Dolly grabbed another cookie and shoved it in her mouth. She felt so deliciously naughty; surrounded by innocent mirth and cheer and here she was, all but jacking off in broad daylight. If the sofa had been flipped the other way and against the opposite wall, facing the wide living room window, she would have been doing just that. She giggled as she chewed, her folds sopping wet. Just as she was on the very edge, however, her doorbell rang. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” Dolly wiped the crumbs off her face and quickly dashed to the kitchen to wash her hands. If Dolly hadn’t been expecting deliveries, she would have ignored it outright. The doorbell rang again just as she was drying her hands, and she called out impatiently: “I’m coming!” But mentally followed it with a bitter I wish I actually were cumming. At the door stood an incredibly attractive woman, dressed head to toe in red fur-lined silk, complete with a black cape draped across her shoulders. She was tall and solidly built, but not chubby the way Dolly was. Rich brunette hair was perfectly coiffed and fell about her shoulders just so. Her lipstick matched the red of her suit precisely. Her face showed no wrinkles and yet it seemed firm and older. Dolly couldn’t place the woman’s age but something in her softened gut told her that this woman was much older than she appeared to be. Dolly stared at her, jaw hanging open. “I’m terribly sorry I don’t seem to be the packages you were expecting, but I think I can bring you a gift all the same. Mind if I come in?” The woman’s voice was sweet without being sing-songy. Though she formally asked a question, there was a power to her voice that suggested it wasn’t a request. Dolly’s damp pussy throbbed underneath her robe, reminding her of the business at hand. She wondered how the woman knew she was expecting a delivery as she stepped back and granted her entry, slipping the door closed behind as the woman breezed in, her cape gently brushing Dolly’s toes. “I didn’t catch your name?” Dolly asked as the woman unclipped her cape and casually draped it across the same sofa her host had just been masturbating on a few minutes prior. The woman glanced around the room, taking in all of the decorations. Her eyes landed on the plate of cookies before meeting Dolly’s gaze. “Nicola. You must be Dolly,” she extended a gloved hand. “How do you know my name? And that I am waiting for a package?” Nicola rolled her eyes, a vivid shade of green that Dolly only just picked up on. “Well, it’s December. The mail comes almost every day. Why wouldn’t you be expecting packages?” Her eyes pointedly fell again, this time on Dolly’s belly, before glancing back up at her. Maybe it was the hormones and unfinished need coursing through her, but Dolly couldn’t stop the blush that crept up her cheeks. She forced herself to break eye contact and closed her robe, tying it shut. She had to look away to stop herself from imagining this strange woman devouring her pussy the same way she’d been demolishing those cookies while thinking of her boyfriend feeding them to her. This wouldn’t have been the first time a sultry stranger had shown up at their door. Derek and Dolly had had a few adventures in their time together and were never ones to pass up the chance for some extra fun in the bedroom with another playmate. But she couldn’t recall them making this arrangement, and she was getting too horny to care. “Listen, Nicole, I’m sorry if I am messing up the script or something, but I don’t remember Derek or myself arranging this visit?” She ran a hand through her hair and bit her lip in frustration. She could last a long time but was going to lose her edge soon if it wasn’t paid off. Nicola’s mouth turned up slowly and the corners of her eyes crinkled. “Oh, Derek definitely arranged for this, you could say that,” she purred. She pressed one hand to Dolly’s ample chest. She stepped backward once, then again, but Nicola held fast. Dolly stumbled when a chair backed up against her knees, awkwardly flopping into it, one leg draped over the armrest. With her wetness on full display, Dolly gasped before slamming her legs shut—but not before the unexpected guest caught sight of it. “Oh, I arrived at just the perfect time, I see! It certainly explains the pink on your cheeks. Would you like some assistance with that?” Nicola closed the space between them, towering over her host. She gently grasped Dolly’s knees and opened them, and then she stood, awaiting a response. Dolly’s heart thrummed in time with her throbbing below. This would not have been the first time Derek surprised her with a treat from a visitor, but would be the first time he had not partaken. It had to be some early Christmas gift to make up for his absence, she reasoned. They had been honest with each other about their openness in their relationship and had been forthright about flirting with or wanting to court someone for extra fun. The thought of engaging with this mysterious and stunning-hot lady that showed up at her door right when Dolly needed the most just made her wetter. She couldn’t decide what was more thrilling: going along with Nicola or making it up to Derek later… “Yes, yes please!” Dolly whispered, her voice already husky with want. “Great!” Nicola perked up, turned around, and stepped back into the living room. She threw a snap of her fingers over her shoulder toward Dolly. Wide bands of plush red velvet ribbon unfurled from her broad sleeves and gently wrapped around Dolly’s wrists and knees, lashing her to the chair. In unison, they tied themselves off with a perfect bow. Dolly blinked; at first, she thought it was an advanced illusion and maybe she was just hallucinating. But she tested the bonds and they were anything but illusory. They were definitely real and held her fast, but were soft and comfortable. “Wow,” she breathed. Nicola returned, carrying the plate Dolly had been snacking from before. What had previously been a paltry selection of cookies had grown into a pile of baked goods, decadent and fragrant. Wafts of rich chocolate, vanilla, and peppermint tickled Dolly’s nose and made her mouth water. “How did you do that? Who are you?” Nicola just smiled again and set the platter on the table. She pondered it carefully, comically tapping her chin and screwing up her face in thought. Then, she picked up a brownie, large and moist. “Ah, yes, this one will do!” Yeah, Dolly thought to herself. This was definitely Derek’s doing. Any reservations she had before immediately dissipated. She relaxed knowing that Nicola was supposed to be here, but her heart raced at the sight of the goodies she now carried. Want to see what happens next?