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I am a 58 year old red haired freckled face green eyes thin lips 5ft2 tall skinny masculine single soft butch lesbian woman. People call me ugly alot of the times, and also make jokes about my looks. Ever since I was 14 people always call me names. Since childhood I have suffered taunts about being ugly,ginger,short and masculine. I suffered the worst bullying in high school, It was torture.. Being a short, skinny , ugly, soft butch woman is killing me. My height (5' ft 2") has been bothering me ever since I was a teenage girl. Friends always try to tell me that none of this is important / that personality is far more important, but from my experience it always comes down to the first impression and that is ruined by my looks and height. I am really unlucky when it came to genetics (face, height). Since i was a teenager I am more sexually attracted to voluptuous, ultrafeminine tall curvy attractive heterosexual women. There is just something about tall curvy straight feminine woman. Ever since I was 15 I have been obsessed with giant , curvy, extremely feminine women. Tall, curvy, feminine women are much more pleasing to look at. A curvy woman can never impersonate a man. If I see a tall woman with big breasts on high heels walking down the street I will be aroused. Small breasts don't really do it for me. Every time i see tall feminine woman walking around with big massive breasts & butt cheeks swaying all over the place i lose control. For me the, taller a woman the better. I feel immensely attracted even standing next to tall,curvy, feminine women. It's been a pattern since I was a teenager. I am totally fixated on satisfying my fetish for giant, curvy, ultrafeminine women. Maybe because that type of women are total opposite of me. I (58 year old lesbian) have only been in three relationship. My last relationship ended six years ago and was an unmitigated disaster. I want relationships yet they just don’t happen. I think this is in part because I am totally fixated on satisfying my super weird fetish for giant, extremely feminine, curvy, heterosexual women that are out of my league. I've been getting handsy with most tall, curvy , feminine women I know ever since I was 19 years old . I've had a history of being handsy with that type of women. I get handsy with voluptuous, tall, curvy, ultrafeminine women and it's amazing how much they just let me get away with, probably because i am a short, skinny, physically weak woman. I am ugly and masculine, but i am just a tiny woman. I don't look tough and intimidating . All of these women my "victims" are much taller and stronger than me. . I have always enjoyed groping tall, curvy, feminine women. Running my hands all up and down their bodies, rubbing their backs/shoulders, grabbing, slapping and pinching their asses, copping a feel of their tits. As soon as one tells me it makes them uncomfortable or feel like an object I stop but most put up with it or even seem to enjoy it. It's great. That is driving me INSANELY horny. . I do think confidence is the key. They're so surprised that I did it that their brains just accept it. I always give it a go. I've noticed that voluptuous, tall, feminine, heterosexual women with big boobs and butts are usually very accepting of being groped by other women so I do that often. They're usually surprised but don't know what to think about it so I just carry on doing it. I've had a couple of women tell me it makes them feel objectified, but most of them find it flattering. I even slap plain Jane women on the ass and I think they definitely take it as a compliment. . I'm very tactile and love groping. I honestly just love putting my hands all over a tall, curvy feminine woman's body. Running my hands all up and down their bodies, squeezing their ass and breasts. If I see a tall, curvy, feminine stranger woman I always try to grope her. Most of these women just let me grope them. I am getting off on it. I haven’t been able to have a healthy relationship with women because of this stuff and I feel like it will continue to be this way. I like straight women. I’m just into fems, but literally every tall, curvy, feminine woman I find attractive is straight. I always had a strong desire to have tall curvy straight women feel attracted to me. Being a short, skinny , ugly, soft butch woman is killing me. My height (5' ft 2") has been bothering me ever since I was a teenage girl. The majority of women are taller than me. I feel jealous of tall butch women who have a more masculine look than me. I am envious of strong bone structure and tall bodies. A lot of people mock me and insult me and laugh at height "jokes". Yeah treating me like a disgusting creature is really a funny joke. I feel pretty miserable about myself but being handsy with voluptuous, tall, curvy, ultrafeminine, classy women helps me feel validated and powerful. But the problem is that sometimes it haunts me and makes me feel bad and perverse. PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME. . My most recent "victim" is this woman Martha. About three months ago this extremely rich divorced woman Martha moved here in our town. She bought a mansion. She has a 17 year old gay son. Martha is this 43 year old fairly "robust" woman; she is not fat or anything like that, she is"big-boned". Martha is 5'11 tall and she has a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make her look huge. Yes, she is really big. Plenty of ass and tits to go around. I love her oversized hourglass figure. Something impossible to miss when first seeing her, with her turning lots of heads of both women and men, this woman , Martha, has enormous breasts, huge tits. She has giant boobs. She has gigantic, frigging boobs. This woman Martha is very serious, arrogant, and stuck up. She comes from old money. She grew up rich. She is used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this. Most of her outfit are satin pant and skirt suits satin coats and satin and silk blouses. She is always on high heels and full make up on. She is curvy, tall and busty, so many clothes tend to look sexier on her than on a thin person. She wears almost always her satin and silk blouses fully buttoned to the top combined with a satin skirt or satin pants. She doesn't wear anything vulgar but because of her body type anything she wears looks tight on her. . I was sexually attracted to Martha from the first day I saw her. Especially once I saw the size and the shape of her big tits from the front and from the sides, I've never seen tits that big and that shapely. I work as an small art gallery manager. My 83 year old aunt owns this small art gallery. I am managing the gallery for her. 17 days ago on the way to the gallery i stopped at the drugstore. I got out of the car. Big Martha walked out of the drugstore. She was wearing a black long fur coat over her shoulders, a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black cotton pencil skirt, sheer lace hold up nylon stockings and 5 inch heels purple shoes. She had full make up on. Surprisingly she walked up to me. I said to her " Wow. You stand out a bit in a crowd. You are a giant arrogant elegant classy woman. I am mesmerized by your vastness. I have never seen tits as big and as shapely as your tits, I can't stop staring at the size and the shape of your tits through this purple satin blouse. Wow. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. " I was in flat shoes and Martha was on high heels, she is 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed( she has very large breasts) , she was really like a giant standing beside me. I continued " Wow. You are so shiney. You look so glammed up You are huge. You are so overdressed and shiny. You are such a massive woman. Your breasts look absolutely huge, even with your blouse buttoned up to the top. They are vaulting off your chest and being seen from your side and even behind you i can still see your breasts. Your butt is big and heart-shaped also. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type. Your breasts are sooo large. They are massive. This blouse you are wearing is so tight fitting that stretches taut across your chest, it is buttoned up to the top but the buttons are almost threatening to pop free. This fancy clothes are so tight on you because of your body type. You are such a massive woman. " " I am aware that I am blessed with very large breasts, child bearing hips and big butt. I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. I am big woman. I am 5 ft 11 and being well endowed well built and curvy always on high heels makes me HUGE! But I love my height and my curvy stature. I have gained weight over the years, but i carry that chubbiness well. I am always on high heels and full make up on. I have learnt to dress for my shape. I look best when I'm dressed up, 1950's style dresses, satin pencil skirts and other related nice silk and satin wear look good. I wear clothes that fit me properly. Most of my outfit are satin pant and skirt suits,satin patterns, satin coats and satin and silk blouses. I am dressing like this since i graduated college . It is my whole wardrobe. Its how i like to dress myself and that is my style. " big Martha responded. . " Don't worry big Martha. You are right. You carry your chubbiness very well. You have such a regal bearing. You are so elegant. " i reassured her " On a shorter woman they would look cartoonish or disproportionately huge , but you are a giantess, so I knew that they are a double handful of natural massive breasts. ! I am fascinated with the size of your boobs. As you can see I am totally flat. My breasts are tiny. " Big Martha thanked me for the compliments. ". " I like dressing well, and looking presentable. I ’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too. All the time." she answered . Then she started talking about her son. " My gay son Paul is struggling in his new high school. I was concerned about my 17-year old son Paul not having any friends. Not a single one. I was also worried about how he'll be treated by his peers. But he loves to paint. " She was trying to get her son's artwork shown in the art gallery. I happyly agreed. My eyes drank in the vision before me, not only were big Martha's tits big and beautiful but the purple satin blouse buttoned up to the top that contained them was too. My eyes were locked on her chest. ( my face is exactly the level of her breasts) I muttered to myself as i took a step closer, this huge woman big Martha was all my dreams come true. My mind was racing as i studied the most incredible tits i had ever seen. I wanted to suck them, squeeze them, kiss them, lick them! But i knew i had to be careful, no matter how hard it was i still had to be so very careful. "Well?" i asked as i brought my hands up towards them. "Do you mind?" "No.........no of course not," Big Martha said. I couldn't believe what i was hearing, the softness of her voice and the way she spoke made it seem like she was deliberately being a naughty tease. Or at least that's the way it sounded to me anyway. My trembling old fingers came up and i gently began to feel the underside of her bra through her blouse. Big Martha said nothing, instead she just looked down to her side as she allowed me the freedom to continue. "Oh my," i sighed quietly as i placed my palms against them and began to lift them slightly feeling their weight. They seemed so heavy yet they just sat there almost hovering before her as if they were weightless. My small hands seemed dwarfed by the size of these gorgeous huge melons that i unbelievably found myself holding. I had never been so excited as i got my first idea of just how incredibly soft they were. Still pretending to be checking out her bra i squeezed them gently at first, but sensing no objection i couldn't help myself from sinking my fingers in deeper and getting a good true feel of these glorious monsters. "Oh yes yes," i whispered. I had completely forgotten myself, i was too lost in the moment. Big Martha could see i was getting too carried away. She watched me lick my lips as i stared at my small old hands now roaming freely all over her magnificent soft bust. It was not particularly crowded on the drugstore parking lot, probably about 5/6 people in sight, but I caught a few stares. As i moved my hands over the front of them and started squeezing them Big Martha summoned up the courage needed to do something about it. The wide eyed look of excitement on my face told her all she needed to know. "You shouldn't touch me like that, I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the lucky ones that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before. You are my first groper " she told me as she pushed my hands away and took a few steps back. I didn't know what to say, all i could think of was those tits and how my whole life i had longed for a moment such as this. I wanted more and didn't care about anything else as i again reached my old hands out for them. Big Martha swatted them away and she again told me quite firmly that i shouldn't be touching her that way. Then i said "I gotta go. " and finally stopped rubbing her breasts. Martha walked over to her car. I went inside the drugstore . And ooooh... I loveeeed rubbing her massive soft breasts there in the middle of the parking lot. It turned me on so much!!! My pussy got so so wet. Specially knowing that it was in public and people on the parking lot were not sure what's going on!

I am a 58 year old red haired freckled face green eyes thin lips 5ft2 tall skinny masculine single soft butch lesbian woman. People call me ugly alot of the times, and also make jokes about my looks. Ever since I was 14 people always call me names. Since childhood I have suffered taunts about being ugly,ginger,short and masculine. I suffered the worst bullying in high school, It was torture.. Being a short, skinny , ugly, soft butch woman is killing me. My height (5' ft 2") has been bothering me ever since I was a teenage girl. Friends always try to tell me that none of this is important / that personality is far more important, but from my experience it always comes down to the first impression and that is ruined by my looks and height. I am really unlucky when it came to genetics (face, height). Since i was a teenager I am more sexually attracted to voluptuous, ultrafeminine tall curvy attractive heterosexual women. There is just something about tall curvy straight feminine woman. Ever since I was 15 I have been obsessed with giant , curvy, extremely feminine women. Tall, curvy, feminine women are much more pleasing to look at. A curvy woman can never impersonate a man. If I see a tall woman with big breasts on high heels walking down the street I will be aroused. Small breasts don't really do it for me. Every time i see tall feminine woman walking around with big massive breasts & butt cheeks swaying all over the place i lose control. For me the, taller a woman the better. I feel immensely attracted even standing next to tall,curvy, feminine women. It's been a pattern since I was a teenager. I am totally fixated on satisfying my fetish for giant, curvy, ultrafeminine women. Maybe because that type of women are total opposite of me. I (58 year old lesbian) have only been in three relationship. My last relationship ended six years ago and was an unmitigated disaster. I want relationships yet they just don’t happen. I think this is in part because I am totally fixated on satisfying my super weird fetish for giant, extremely feminine, curvy, heterosexual women that are out of my league. I've been getting handsy with most tall, curvy , feminine women I know ever since I was 19 years old . I've had a history of being handsy with that type of women. I get handsy with voluptuous, tall, curvy, ultrafeminine women and it's amazing how much they just let me get away with, probably because i am a short, skinny, physically weak woman. I am ugly and masculine, but i am just a tiny woman. I don't look tough and intimidating . All of these women my "victims" are much taller and stronger than me. . I have always enjoyed groping tall, curvy, feminine women. Running my hands all up and down their bodies, rubbing their backs/shoulders, grabbing, slapping and pinching their asses, copping a feel of their tits. As soon as one tells me it makes them uncomfortable or feel like an object I stop but most put up with it or even seem to enjoy it. It's great. That is driving me INSANELY horny. . I do think confidence is the key. They're so surprised that I did it that their brains just accept it. I always give it a go. I've noticed that voluptuous, tall, feminine, heterosexual women with big boobs and butts are usually very accepting of being groped by other women so I do that often. They're usually surprised but don't know what to think about it so I just carry on doing it. I've had a couple of women tell me it makes them feel objectified, but most of them find it flattering. I even slap plain Jane women on the ass and I think they definitely take it as a compliment. . I'm very tactile and love groping. I honestly just love putting my hands all over a tall, curvy feminine woman's body. Running my hands all up and down their bodies, squeezing their ass and breasts. If I see a tall, curvy, feminine stranger woman I always try to grope her. Most of these women just let me grope them. I am getting off on it. I haven’t been able to have a healthy relationship with women because of this stuff and I feel like it will continue to be this way. I like straight women. I’m just into fems, but literally every tall, curvy, feminine woman I find attractive is straight. I always had a strong desire to have tall curvy straight women feel attracted to me. Being a short, skinny , ugly, soft butch woman is killing me. My height (5' ft 2") has been bothering me ever since I was a teenage girl. The majority of women are taller than me. I feel jealous of tall butch women who have a more masculine look than me. I am envious of strong bone structure and tall bodies. A lot of people mock me and insult me and laugh at height "jokes". Yeah treating me like a disgusting creature is really a funny joke. I feel pretty miserable about myself but being handsy with voluptuous, tall, curvy, ultrafeminine, classy women helps me feel validated and powerful. But the problem is that sometimes it haunts me and makes me feel bad and perverse. PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME.

💜💜 Hello everyone, call me Wendy 💜💜 There’s a brand new t-girl, lesbian feedee on the scene 😎😎!! Lol, all joking aside it feels wonderful to meet you all! ☺️ I’ve been a quiet observer of the feederism community for many years now, and I’ve finally lost the power to not give in hehe 🤭 Anyways, here are a few quick fun facts about myself: > I am a 24 y/o transgender, satanist an-com who’s trying to add more community into her life. > I am Austistic, and was officially diagnosed this year. > Used to be super fit, but slowly started to let go more and more. > I REALLY love bugs and clowns; you may see some posts about/references to one or both topics. > I’m a really strong advocate for lgbtqia+ and autistic rights, and I won’t apologize if you get upset by my politics. I’m really excited to get the chance to talk with y’all and share some sexy pics of my growing body. Please feel free to ask me mindful, non-offensive questions and I’ll gladly share more about myself. kisses! 😘

Just a fantasy story I wrote with the themes inspired by the songs War Pigs by Black Sabbath and One by Metallica. Enjoy. Chapter 1 A girl was tending to her garden wiping some sweat from her forehead. She looked up at the blue skies with a blank expression on her face. What the girl saw pleased her, but she didn't smile about it for some reason. The 5ft 7 in girl fixed her blonde ponytail brushing against her long pointy ears that gave away she was an elf. She was wearing a flowy blue dress with her D cup breasts and perky butt showing revealing her creamy legs under the hem wearing boots on her feet for working outside. The blonde elf was the talk of the town usually as many guys saw her as a goddess among mortals for her beauty, but she was shy and modest about her looks not showing interest in their affection. Then she saw someone approaching her cottage as a girl approached with a basket. The 5ft 5in girl had brown hair draping down her shoulders in two ponytails wearing a black shirt and a skirt in sandals. "Hey there Cylia, seems like you're working hard." "Yes, I'm just about finished. Go inside and I'll meet you there Rena." Cylia sat down smiling at her friend she had known for the past year since she came to this little town. Rena smiled opening her basket to reveal 2 blueberry pies as she put them down in front of Cylia with the elf drooling a bit. "I thought you would like some pies," Rena smiled. "Thanks, I'll take them. Hmm, your pies are so good. Are you sure you want me to have those though," Cylia stated. "Yeah, actually if I'm being honest, I'm trying to get rid of some food around the house I've been cooking. I've been eating too many treats. I don't know if you noticed, but I've put on some weight since I gave birth," Rena blushed picking up her shirt to reveal a little roll of flab peeking over her waist a bit. Cylia wasn't too surprised by this as Rena had a healthy appetite since she got pregnant, and it had stayed with her since. She had put on some of those pounds thanks to her cravings for sure, but also thanks to her drinking too much ale at night filling her belly till she was **. She had a certain softness layering around her frame as she sat on her plush butt. Her E cup breasts were looking tight giving her nice cleavage from breast feeding her child recently with her little beer belly bulging out slightly. The brown-haired mother had put on 10 to 15 pounds max from her 120 pounds she weighed, so it wasn't too bad. Even her creamy luscious thighs below the hem of her skirt still looked relatively smooth with a slight bit of extra plush. "What do you think? I must look like quite the porker no," Rena sighed poking her belly roll. "I hardly noticed until you told me, you still look beautiful Rena. I promise," Cylia smiled. "Well, if I don't change my bad habits soon, I'm going to get so fat. I knew this would happen after I got pregnant. Gosh my clothes are already getting tight lately. I'm going to turn into that pudgy mother that can't stop drinking," Rena wined. "Look, don't be too harsh on yourself, you just gave birth 2 months ago. You'll slim down sooner or later. Hey, I'll let you on a little secret. I've put on a few pounds myself," Cylia stated. "You have, really? How many?" Rena gasped. "About 8 pounds last time I checked, ever since I left the battlefield, I've lost some muscle and got a bit soft," Cylia blushed. The blonde had looked in a mirror recently and seen her once prominent abbs had melted into softness covering her abdomen in flab. Her muscles that covered her arms had faded a bit looking more toneless lately. Her figure overall weighing 143 pounds was looking so soft and weak compared to her muscular stature when she was in the war. "It's been a year since I left my duties after the war ended. I guess a year of living peacefully while eating whatever I want made me a bit plush," Cylia stated as she put her fork into one of the pies and began eating it. "Your still stress eating aren't you, you need to stop or else you'll run into my growing problems," Rena smirked. "I know, but I," Cylia sighed. "Oh, thats right, I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget your still going through some issues," Rena frowned watching the blonde elf eat faster. "I am, I'm still, chew having sleepless nights. And if I do sleep its usually a nightmare," Cylia sighed eating almost a third of the pie. "Yeah, Henry has those too as well. I'm always there to comfort him though. I've also experienced hard times since my father died in the war," Rena frowned. "Well, at least you too can comfort each other now," Cylia smiled. "Your right. You should find someone to comfort you too," Rena suggested. "I don't know maybe," Cylia blushed. "Though that pie seems to be comforting you just fine," Rena smirked. Cylia had eaten a little more than half of the tin as she blushed getting some blueberries on her lips not realizing how much she had eaten. She rubbed her belly as she now felt the pie in there making her sluggish. Rena was an amazing cook and was teaching Cylia how to cook since early in their friendship, but she still wasn't on Rena's level. "Yeah, its burp, a good pie, you know what you're doing Rena. What can I say," Cylia blushed. "Well, in that case I'll bring more for you. Less temptation for me," Rena giggled. "Hey, if you keep giving me all your treats, then I'm going to round out like a melon," Cylia pouted. "I know you love my cooking, so I'll try not to overdo it then. Wouldn't want you getting round. By the way there's a nasty storm coming tonight, make sure you don't go anywhere ok," Rena explained. "I heard, I'm staying put and eating more of this pie," Cylia smiled. "Sounds like a plan," Rena giggled. *** Later that night Cylia had just finished eating some roasted chicken when she decided to finish that delicious pie for dessert. Soon the blonde elf sat in her chair rubbing her stuffed belly as she sighed leaving the tin empty. Gosh, that was so good, I need to watch myself around her cooking, or else my waistlines in big trouble, Cylia thought panting as she lugged herself to bed up the stairs with her tummy feeling heavy as she heard the rain outside with the wind picking up. Cylia lied down thinking about how much had changed since she came to this place. She had settled down in this house learning some hobbies like cooking and growing plants to keep her busy. She had also made some good friends like Rena and her husband Henry. But she still felt empty, and she didn't know why. Like she didn't know what to do with all her free time almost. Going from battling and going on missions every day to being a bartender living a peaceful life was quite the shock to her system. The elf chose this life though seeing how the war was really starting to take its toll on her towards the end. She had joined the army at a young age being drafted into it. She trained and fought hard eventually becoming one of the best knights. A cold warrior that could break enemy lines easily and go against some of the fiercest opponents. Now that was behind her, as she quit the king's army not able to go on after the war was over. Not after killing so many with their deaths filling her with guilt. She also had comrades, but some didn't make it back in one piece while some didn't make it back period. Just thinking about it all made her relive the pain as she got teary eyed regretting her life before coming here. Then lightning began to flash as she heard thunder soon after. The sound reminded the elf of the explosions caused by magic on the battlefield as she began shaking. She looked up as lightning flashed seeing a blonde elf dressed in armor standing next to her bed carrying a sword covered in some blood staring blankly at her as Cylia jumped. The elf blinked and it was gone. She realized it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Cylia heard the thunder boom as she got under her covers curling up in a ball shaking with a frightened look on her face sobbing. *** The next morning Cylia got up maybe getting 3 hours of sleep last night. This was thanks to the storm and her nerves not letting her sleep. She had her white nightgown on that revealed her nice smooth legs with her hair still down resting on her shoulders. She went downstairs remembering that she had a second pie to eat licking her lips eagerly. If there was one thing that could always make her feel better, it was food for better or worse as her belly growled. Then as she came down, she saw the window was open thinking the wind must have pushed it open. Then she looked over to her pie, but the elf's eyes went wide. There was something inside eating her treat making slurping sounds as Cylia had an annoyed look on her face, but also a curious one. It looked like a big bug at first as she approached slowly. Then the blonde realized getting a closer look it was a little girl with clear wings headfirst in her pie with her back turned to the elf. Is that a fairy? Cylia thought wondering. The little girl looked about 10 inches tall wearing a green top revealing her midriff with short pants showing off her little legs highlighting her curves on her tiny slender frame. She had aqua blue hair running down her shoulders that looked quite lovely. Cylia poked the fairy with her finger on her little soft butt knocking the fairy into the pie more as she grunted with that finger being strong and large to the tiny creature. The fairy turned around with blueberries all over her face matching her blue hair looking a bit mad at first, but then she got nervous. The fairy was frozen with Cylia expecting her to fly away, but instead, the fairy stood there as Cylia poked at her little bloated belly as she grunted. Cylia noticed the ** dent the little creature had made in the tin. This made her suspect she had been chowing down for a while with her bloated tummy as more proof of the little fairy's indulgence. "How did you get in here and why are you eating my pie? That was my breakfast you know," Cylia asked looking annoyed. "I'm sorry, I came into this house for cover from the rain last night through the window. Then I saw this delicious looking dish, and I had to try it. I just wanted a nibble and I got carried away. Again, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me," the fairy whimpered in a small, pitched voice. "Well, I'm glad you liked the pie. My friend made it," Cylia stated. "Pie, you called it. Well, your friend is a genius. It's so tasty and flavorful. I didn't realize you large beings could make such amazing food. We Fairies just eat vegetables and fruits usually from the forest. Is all your food this good?" "I mean sure. So, you're a fairy I see. what's your name?" Cylia asked. "Aster, and yours?" "Cylia and I'm an elf. Anyway, you said you came here to take cover from the storm. I thought fairies stuck together though, why are you by yourself?" Cylia wondered. "I got separated from my family during the storm. I went off by myself when the storm started. Then the winds whisked me away and I ended up here. Now I don't know where my family is. Not to mention my wings are injured so I can't go find them," Aster sighed. Cylia felt sorry for the little fairy as she could relate to her feeling of losing loved ones very well, but at least hers were still alive. "Sorry to hear that. It must be scary being without your family for the first time. Maybe I could help you find them," Cylia smiled. "What really. I thought you large beings hated fairies. You're not frightened by me. Most believe fairies bring bad luck and misfortune to others. You don't see me as a pest?" Aster asked frowning. "No, even if thats all true, I think I can handle a little bad luck compared to what I've been through. Besides something so little and cute with a bloated tiny tummy isn't scary to me," Cylia smirked poking Aster's belly again as she blushed grunting. "Could you please stop poking my belly. You're going to make me sick. Gosh, I'm full, burp," Aster moaned letting out a cute little belch making the elf giggle. "Sorry, it's hard to resist, you look so cute all stuffed like that. Anyway, why don't you stay with me for the next few days to recover and in the meantime will find your family ok," Cylia smirked. "Thank you for helping me, you're really going out of your way for me, and I appreciate it," Aster smiled. "Hey, it's fine by me," Cylia smiled. "Oh yeah, can I eat a little more of this pie, it's so good," Aster asked. "Go ahead. You had a rough day, eat up," Cylia smirked. Pretty soon the fairy went back into the pie for more as she stuffed her face until the pie tin was almost empty with most of the treat inside the fairy's little concave tummy. Aster's belly was looking a bit bigger now that it was filled to the brim as she sat on her butt rubbing her pooch. Cylia poked the little fairy's tummy again as she let out a tiny belch again making the elf smile. "Hey, I burrp, told you not to do that," Aster pouted. "Sorry, I couldn't help it, you're just so adorable," Cylia grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment I guess, burp," Aster blushed. *** Soon over the next few days Aster and Cylia lived under the same roof as the little blue haired girl recovered her strength. In the meantime, Cylia introduced the fairy to some other foods as the fairy tried them falling in love with the different treats to try that Cylia made. The fairy relied on Cylia to move her around since her wings were injured as the elf carried the fairy in her hand with the fairy on her palm with her little legs hanging over. Cylia from the moment she first saw Aster thought that she was the cutest little cinnamon bun ever with the girl being so small, while being so upbeat. Soon the elf went out in her blue dress carrying the fairy in her basket filled with some food as Aster munched on the goodies she put in the basket while Cylia went around town looking for Aster's family. She asked the towns folk if they saw any fairies, but they didn't see fairies at all. Cylia giggled when she took Aster out of the basket seeing the fairy was bloated again eating almost everything inside. The next 3 days things continued like this with them seeing nothing and getting no leads. Aster rested on the window as she frowned with Cylia feeling bad for her. "I guess there gone, the storm must of blew them far away or something, hopefully there ok," Aster said looking sad. "I'm sure there fine," Cylia frowned. "I know, but what am I supposed to do now. I want to go home," Aster sighed. Cylia sighed remembering one of her friends saying those exact words back then. I want to go home. "If you have nowhere to go, you can stay with me if you want," Cylia smiled. "No, you've already done so much for me, I couldn't ask you to do that. You'd have to hide me from everyone in town since large beings hate fairies, it would be too much trouble," Aster gasped. "It's alright, it's no big deal really. Besides I've grown to like your company over the last few days," Cylia stated. "Are you sure about this?" Aster asked. "Yes, really and don't give up on finding your family. Will keep looking for them ok." "Alright, thank you so much for taking care of me. I really appreciate it. Oh, yeah. This means I get to try more of your treats," Aster beamed. "Yes, thats right," Cylia smiled happy the fairy was staying with her. *** Over the next few weeks Aster began to make herself comfortable in Cylia's home as she found a little pillow to sleep on loving it way more than the hammocks at home in the forest. She slept in the attic for now though since Cylia didn't want the fairy sleeping in her room for some reason. She was also eating a lot of new foods she's never tried before experiencing all kinds if different foods for the first time. Cylia was loving the fairy's company these past weeks as she was a joy to be around. Thankfully 3 weeks in and Aster's wings had recovered at last as the fairy could fly again. To celebrate Cylia had a picnic with the fairy as they ate outside in the garden surrounded by many colorful flowers. The elf smiled giving Aster a cookie a little smaller than the fairy to eat with the little girl grinning. As she watched her little friend eat the cookie the blonde noticed a little bit of pudge on the fairy's midriff along with a thin layer of flab everywhere else. Aster had been indulging like crazy, so it wasn't surprising that the fairy had put some meat on her bones lately. Looks like all that eating was starting to catch up to the little fairy. After the cookie was eaten, she asked for another wanting more as Cylia gave the fairy another cookie with the fairy licking her lips as she gobbled the second cookie as she belched rubbing her belly. Looking at the fairy guzzle more down made the elf hungry as her belly growled nibbling on a cookie herself. The fairy wasn't the only one that had put on a bit more weight lately with Cylia gaining 6 more pounds in the last few weeks adding some more flab to her soft frame making her sigh. She looked over herself in the mirror this morning in her underwear beginning to notice a little belly forming over her waistline with some slight love handles as well. She also felt her bra and panties were feeling a bit tighter lately as they clung to her softer frame as her curves had gotten a tad plushier. Her muscles had further eroded making the elf a bit embarrassed grabbing her little belly roll fondling it with both hands. The elf was lost in thought thinking how flabby she was starting to look till Aster sat down with a little thud asking for a third cookie making Cylia surprised by how greedy the fairy was today. The blonde elf handed the fairy the cookie as the fairy ate this cookie more slowly and before Cylia knew it the fairy had eaten 3 whole cookies as she rubbed her stuffed tummy belching. The fairy laid down like a star fish with her pooch rising and falling with her breaths panting. She had gotten her flight back just to glut herself till she couldn't move. "Gosh for such a little fairy, you have a big appetite," Cylia smirked. "I just can't stop eating your food. It's all so good," Aster smiled as she took a nap breathing softly. If she keeps eating like that, she won't be so little for long, Cylia thought smirking eating another cookie to quiet her growling belly. If you found this interesting, you can find me on Deviant Art as well to read more stories. Thanks for reading. 🙂 chubbygirls12 User Profile | DeviantArt