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  1. BBW, Romance, Slow Weight Gain, Stuffing. Mia, an overly competitive and spoiled sorority diva, clashes heads with her roommate Kate. In their battle for social supremacy at Douglas University, there are some heavy consequences. Mia's Junior Year By polarisdreamer Volume 1: Chapter 1- The Race for the Room With each hastened stride Mia could feel the burning sensation increasing deep within her tight hamstring muscles. Despite the stinging pain in her legs, the lactic acid buildup only registered as a minor annoyance in the back of her mind. After all, she was winning and that was the only thing that mattered. Running down the streets of Adamsville never gave Mia more of a thrill than when she was in the heart of a competition. While she felt a bit gross and sweaty finishing up the final strides of her 5k, the sweat dripping from Mia’s forehead was merely a product of the warm late-August air, not a sign of fatigue. Casually bringing her hand to her face mid-stride and tilting her head to peer behind her while she wiped the sweat from her forehead, Mia nearly let out a boisterous laugh as she caught a glimpse of her stubborn roommate huffing and puffing for air in a futile attempt to catch up. If one wanted to view an example of a fatigued individual they need look no further than Kate while she lagged over a hundred meters behind Mia. Unlike Mia who was relaxed and confident of victory, Kate’s lethargic pace betrayed her inadequate training over the summer. Her cheeks were burning red as she breathed loudly from her mouth. Even with her sports bra on Kate’s big boobs were bouncing up and down with every burdened step she took, slowing her pace considerably. She was clearly struggling to maintain her running form and, to make matters worse, it looked like she was drenched in sweat from head to toe. While Kate suffered the consequences of her carefree summer, Mia’s summer of hard training and quality nutrition had prepared her for this final push. Sure, she was only two-hundred meters away from winning this little race, but thanks to her bet with Kate, once she reached their new shared off-campus house, their impromptu finish line, she’d be able to pick the room she would live in for the whole school year. As Mia rapidly drew closer to her new home, the place didn’t look like much on the outside. The dull blue paintjob had clearly faded, the gutters needed to be cleaned and certainly the deck needed to be swept but living in an off-campus house during her junior year meant more than just the sum of its parts. It meant freedom! Freedom from pesky university rules and RAs. Freedom to enjoy the independence of young adulthood. And well, Mia could think of a few other things that she was free to enjoy now, particularly on the weekends. That kind of freedom was worth any price. Accelerating to the finish, Mia lifted her lean-muscled legs and propelled her fit body nearly effortlessly up the steps of the deck and toward the front door. After stopping, Mia glanced at her stylish Timex watch and noted that she had finished her 5k in 24 minutes and 7 seconds, one of her best times this year! Mia proudly smiled to herself, while she peered over the railing of the deck to look down the street. Sure enough, in the distance Kate was still trudging along. It looked like she was awkwardly leaning forward as she hobbled along, her upper back must have gotten sore. Served her right for having those jumbo tits. Not wanting to watch Kate’s painful procession any longer, Mia opened the front door and slowly walked through the living room toward the hallway that lead into the kitchen to grab some water. The house might have been old, but it was spacious. The downstairs sported a modest living room which one would enter from the front door. It opened up into the main hallway that connected every room in the house. There was a decent sized kitchen toward the back of the house, a small bathroom to the left of the old wooden staircase and what Kate referred to as the “party room” directly to the right after one walked through the hallway past the stairs. The ‘party room’ had clearly been designed as a dining room of sorts, but it was a much better place for a pong table, makeshift bar, and an intimate dancefloor. It was a work in progress, but it would be awesome once it was finished. The house was built for three people, the upstairs had two bedrooms and one large bathroom. However, the real kicker was that one of the rooms upstairs was built for two people! Since Jessica had backed out of the lease agreement earlier that summer, Kate and Mia had bet rights to that room on the race Mia had just wholeheartedly won. That meant Mia was gonna get to enjoy a ton of extra living space this year and.. a balcony! Mia couldn’t help basking in her victory and taking in the sight of her new home, but her momentum came to a halt once her eyes were met by her own reflection. The mirror was propped up next to Mia’s dozen or so bags of luggage that lay, in no logical order, next to the wooden staircase. Gazing deeper into her reflection, Mia smugly grinned. She liked what she saw. At 5’6 and 118lbs Mia knew she was a knockout. Her light-blue sports bra, while covered in sweat, highlighted her round, firm and perky B-cup breasts while drawing attention to her well-developed abdominal muscles. She loved how flat and toned her stomach looked, especially after a run when it glistened slightly from her athletic perspiration. Her grin eased as she gazed lower, her lavishly defined legs sported a healthy balance of running muscle and feminine beauty, but Mia couldn’t help but feel her thighs were still too big for the rest of her body. Standing with her feet spread apart, Mia could proudly marvel at the sexy and ideal looking gap between her thighs. She’d long aspired to acquire that one aspect of fragility and femininity that seemed to elude her in her quest for physical perfection. A true, honest to god, thigh gap. As Mia stood more upright, she brought her knees closer together until they were touching, this was the true test of a legit thigh gap. Mia watched with disappointment, as her thighs came together and that perfect, sexy looking thigh gap she appeared to have just a moment ago got barely gobbled up by the volume of her inner thighs. Mia was not overly surprised, so she didn’t dwell on it, after all, it wasn’t her fault. She had her mother’s genetics to thank for her body’s pear shape. Staring past her spotless face, Mia let her long and straight black hair fall free from the messy bun she’d put it in for the race. She bobbed her head to the side to let her hair envelop her almond-brown eyes before she flipped it back over her shoulder. Enamored by her own natural facial beauty, she gave herself a seductive smile as she moved her shoulders just a little bit to the side to get a look at what all her friends considered to be her best asset. Truth be told, Mia’s butt was somewhat of a celebrity on campus, at least among the male gender. To the untrained eye, her buttocks could almost be described as having a classic upside-down-heart-shape thanks to the volume Mia’s buns sported on its sides, but such a simple description not only wouldn’t be doing Mia’s hindquarters the justice it deserved, it actually would be an incorrect ASSessment. Mia’s posterior sported two distinctive features that slightly distinguished it from a heart-shape. First, Mia’s tush had a remarkable fullness, characterized by a fat distribution seeming to enhance the volume of the upper portion of her cheeks. Second, despite the fullness of her cheeks, Mia’s booty appeared to defy gravity due to its natural perkiness and firm constitution. From behind, these features gave Mia’s derriere a rounded look. When viewed from the side, the meatier portion of Mia’s rump sitting higher in her cheeks emphasized how perky and full Mia’s bottom truly was. In other words, the breathtaking heinie Mia possessed was a truly unique bubble butt that complemented the slender body she had cultivated. Her slightly small short-shorts barely contained its toned, athletic glory. Nodding to her reflection in approval, Mia knew she was ready to turn some heads this year. Her fruit and vegetable heavy diet along with her stringent exercise regime had really helped her achieve the best shape of her life. She took pride in her well-maintained figure, and not because it made every piece of clothing she chose to dawn look absolutely flawless on her. Although, her go-getting personality was the catalyst for the considerably attention she received, it was Mia’s natural beauty and refined athleticism that cemented her status firmly atop the social pyramid at Douglas University. She was the girl that all the frat boys would dream about and the one all the jocks would gossip about around the lunch table. Her popularity among the opposite sex was envied by her older sorority stalwarts and idolized by the young freshman hopefuls. Social life at the university could be a potential minefield, but Mia navigated the rough waters like an expert. Her summer had been completely free of stress and it looked like her junior year was shaping up to be no different. Taking another look at herself, Mia couldn’t help but feel proud, sexy and, well, more than a little thirsty. The time for self-admiration would have to wait, as Mia resumed her walk to the kitchen. Passing by the wooden table, Mia quickly grabbed a glass and filled it in the sink. She took a sip before sitting down at the table. After another hardier gulp, Mia glanced down at her body and wiped away the bead of sweat that was slowly racing toward her navel. Pressing her hand slightly against her lean and toned stomach, Mia could feel her firm abs. She didn’t have the bulging muscles of a six-pack but her trim stomach certainly had the lean foundation for one. Mia gave it a pat and finished her water before heading over to the bathroom scale. She eagerly hopped on and waited for the reading to show. It blinked 117lbs and stayed there for a few moments, Mia could tell her stomach looked smaller than it had the last time she checked her weight. Regardless, Mia got off the scale in triumph, and headed back to the front hallway so she could grab the small pink t-shirt from her luggage that she normally used to workout in. Mia hadn’t worn it during the race because she’d frankly wanted to show off the results of her hard work and dedication. As she put it on, and wiggled it into place, Mia could tell it was looser than before. Maybe she had lost some extra weight? Mia couldn’t really tell from a quick glance in her mirror, but before she could inspect further she heard a noise from outside the house. Mia raised her eyebrow as she judgingly glanced at her watch while Kate trudged through the door. With an official time of 26 minutes and 30 seconds, Kate must have given up and walked home knowing the race was already lost. Poor Kate. Not! At 5’7 and 133lbs Kate was no slouch in the looks department. As Kate hunched over and tried desperately to catch her breath, Mia studied her chief competition for social supremacy at Douglas University. Kate’s long, blonde hair was in a cute ponytail. However, as Mia scanned Kate’s body she wondered if Kate should have spent more time training than she did on her hair. Mia could tell why Kate had lost the race, there was a hint of softness to Kate’s athletic body that wasn’t present anywhere on Mia’s except maybe her thighs and rear. Kate’s light-blue sports-bra and matching shorts clung to her body a little tight across her middle and exposed a tiny pouch of fat smack-dab where her lower abs should have been. Even the muscles Kate possessed in her legs were much less defined than Mia’s. Although, as she looked Kate over, Mia had to admit that there was one area where Kate had her soundly beaten, cleavage. Kate was a busty blonde who filled her D-cup very well. Kate definitely had an hourglass figure while Mia’s resembled more of a pear because of her modest bust size and proportionally big bum. Mia couldn’t help but think her bust size only looked small because of how large Kate’s was. However, there was some silver lining. Mia had correctly anticipated that those big meat bags would give Kate problems during the race. Kate was still hunched over but she was trying to straighten up. It took her a moment, but she was eventually able to hoist her large knockers upward enough to manage to stand up straight. The look Kate gave Mia was one of acknowledgment and perhaps envy. She knew she’d been soundly beaten in the race, but even as Kate tasted defeat her blue eyes sparkled with a blaze of resilience. Just because Kate was Mia’s closest college friend, didn’t mean she wasn’t an obstacle for Mia in the realm of dating. Memories of losing out to Kate on more than one potential sexy fling during freshman year still clung soundly toward the front of Mia’s mind. It was a shame they both had such similar tastes in men. They often butted heads after realizing they were pining for the same guy. It’s why their little competitions they referred to as ‘challenges’ were so important. Rather than fight endlessly they settled their disputes with little physical competitions or challenging bets. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it kept their friendship intact. At the moment, Mia sat above Kate on the social pyramid, but she only did so by a hair. That meant she had to keep winning their little ‘challenges’ at all costs. If Mia wanted to enjoy all the fruits of being queen bee, she knew she had to keep Kate in her place. As if on cue, Kate gave up her attempt to stand up straight on equal footing with Mia and hunched over again to breathe more freely. “Hugh…(pant)…ahh.. This was not a fair challenge Mia, I don’t think the cross-country girls could even have kept up with you.” Kate mumbled, as she struggled to catch her breath. “Sorry Kate, don’t blame me. I may have picked the challenge, but you had all summer to train for it.” Mia said with a tang of innocence in her voice while she smirked. “Yeah, whatever.” Kate gasped, as she shakily walked toward the kitchen for a glass of water, “I think I overheated. I’m sooo hot right now.” “You’re telling me, look at that bod!” Mia joked, as she gave Kate a sporting smack on the ass. The loud slap the motion produced caused Kate’s butt to jiggle quite a bit in response. Unlike Mia’s masterfully firm rear end, Kate’s felt softer to the touch, like a thick pillow. Kate’s naturally heart-shaped bottom had low-set buns giving her a more tapered look from her waistline to the bottom of her butt, but even so, Mia felt like Kate’s butt and hips looked a tad bit fuller than they did sophomore year. “Ouch! Rude!” Kate grunted, as she scurried away from Mia and quickly filled herself a glass of water in the kitchen. Mia could tell Kate wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment. It was understandable, after all, she’d just lost the best room in the house to Mia. Looking to make peace, Mia extended the metaphorical olive branch. “Relax, the boys are not going to be able to take their eyes off us this year.” Mia confidently smiled, as she waited for Kate to cheer up. She was a bit annoyed when Kate appeared to ignore her while she guzzled a glass of water. Hoping to get more of a response, Mia emphasized her previous statement with her patented ‘sexy look.’ Kate raised an eyebrow once she caught a glimpse of Mia biting her lip in a horny fashion and looking suggestively into Kate’s eyes. It only took a mere wink from Mia to send Kate’s temper over the edge. “Oh, stop. You look like a skinny sex monger.” Kate spat with more resentment than she had intended to reveal. A summer away from Mia’s perfection had done Kate some good but starting junior year off like this was not what she had wanted. She trained all summer for this grudge race, all because stupid Jessica had to back out of the lease agreement. In some ways it was both good and bad. Kate admitted it would be nice to live in a house built for three college students, without the extra person. There would be more space, more privacy and less drama. She and Mia were lucky, their parents were wealthy and didn’t mind paying for the vacant position. On the down side, Kate would now have to spend her year suffering the consequences of living with little miss perfect. Mia was smart, beautiful, athletic and extremely competitive to a fault. This loss was just the most recent in a long line of ‘challenges.’ These ‘challenges’ started freshman year at Douglas University all because Kate and Mia had a small room and needed to bunk their beds, the only problem was that neither of them wanted to be on top. Kate winced as she remembered it was her who suggested the first challenge, a quarter mile race on the school’s track. Kate had beaten Mia back then, probably because Mia had entered college about 10 pounds heavier than she was now and was quick to gain the freshman 15 during the first few weeks of the fall semester. Back then Kate had been the boss, but things soon changed toward the end of freshman year. Mia got her act together and lost the beer weight and before Kate realized it she became the only one stuck gaining the dreaded freshman 15 over the second half of their freshman year. Kate regretted insisting that the winner was the only one who could decide the next challenge. She really paid for it sophomore year as the challenge stakes related more and more to boys, chores and paying for alcohol. It all seemed like a bad dream. As Kate put her glass in the sink, Mia continued to parade around the house in triumph while she began to lug her stuff up to her new room. Part of Kate still wished Mia was still that slightly pudgy freshman, then Kate would still be winning these lame challenges. Then she might have gotten the room on the second floor WITH a balcony. Kate’s anger boiled over as she was brought back to reality by the sound of shattering glass. Mia was no longer in the kitchen, Kate poked her head out of the doorway and saw Mia had broken her large mirror on the steps. “Jeez Mia, watch out you’ll give yourself bad luck.” Kate warned, as she stepped out of the hallway to assess the damage. “I’ll take bad luck any day for a room with a balcony.” Mia snobbishly said. Kate didn’t really have a response. Mia continued up the steps to her newly won room, while Kate looked on. Mia really made her feel like such a loser.. Standing alone, defeated, Kate looked at her warped reflection in the shards of Mia’s broken mirror. That’s when she was suddenly struck with a devilish idea.. What if Mia gained the freshmen 15 again, like, as a junior? What if.. What if she gained more than that? Then Mia would have no chance in their little challenges. Kate would have the boys, the attention, the respect and the status she craved. Her heart was pounding with a thrilled excitement Kate hadn’t experienced in quite some time. In Kate’s mind it was settled, she was no longer going to play second fiddle. Mia Preston, darling of Douglas University, was going to put on some blubber. Whether she liked it or not…
  2. This is a request I did for Scl04 on deviant art and you can thank him for some of the ideas in this story. The story takes place in the DCAU after Justice League Unlimited. All the characters belong to warner brother's animation and DC. This is just fanfiction. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 A tall girl walked down the hallway to her room. She had black hair standing at 6 feet tall wearing blue jean shorts and a red t shirt with D cup breasts showing some cleavage. Her butt filled out her pants nicely as they hugged her cheeks with a toned tan midriff under her shirt. This girl's name was Diana or Wonder Woman going by her hero name. She was an amazon princess that came from an island called Themyscira with only girls on the island including her mother Hippolyta. She had left the island to man's world to fight with the Justice League many years ago. Now though a time of peace had come and with it less conflict. The girl walked into her apartment smirking at her student Cassie Sandsmark or Wonder Girl as she went by as her hero name. Wonder Woman had taken the blonde girl under her wing years ago and now she had learned quite a bit becoming her side kick. Cassie was also the daughter of Zeus and had powers similar to Diana being an amazon despite only standing at 5 ft 4 in. She saw the blonde sitting in her black shorts and black t shirt eating pizza letting out a burp. Cassie was a tad arrogant since she learned of her heritage and the girl being a hero and all. Before she used to watch her eating habits but now threw her diet out the window thinking she could eat anything. Diana remembered when she herself first came to man's world seeing all the big people wondering why they were so round and squishy as she put it never seeing a fat person before. Thankfully some of her teammates told her they were overweight from eating too much. She wondered why someone would let themselves get that big and no one had an answer as it was different for each person. It could be stress, bad habits, sedentary jobs, no exercising, aging, there were many reasons people put on weight. Cassie looked to be overeating lately and if Diana was honest with herself so was, she. Thanks to her students habits she was indulging in junk food more often wanting to eat too watching the blonde eat all the time. Her weakness like super man's kryptonite lately was ice cream. Once one bite passed her lips, she was gulping down more tasting the creamy sweet dessert filling her belly nice and full. Sure, they both had super metabolisms, but they weren't invincible. Diana really needed to start setting a better example for her student. Diana saw the blonde eating pizza as Cassie hadn't noticed her yet as she was on her computer with headphones in. Diana for the first time noticed something she feared would appear sooner or later on Cassie. Above the girl's black shorts was a little belly bulge that peeked out of her tight shirt a bit. Diana went over to Cassie yanking her shirt up revealing her tan newly grown slight starter belly as she slapped it making it wobble slightly. "Cassie when did you grow this belly," Diana shouted sternly making Cassie blush. "Oh, I'm just a bit bloated from the pizza is all," Cassie smiled nervously. "This doesn't feel full, its soft and feels like fat. You should get on the scale to check," Diana sighed. Cassie got up as she swayed over to the scale as she stepped on reading 112 pounds. The blonde blushed realizing she usually weighed 100 pounds. She grabbed her new belly flab turning red from embarrassment. Now that she got a better look a lot of her muscle tone was gone as she now looked more like an average girl with some curves and a slight belly. "I've gotten so flabby, my god. I thought I couldn't gain weight easily," Cassie wined. "True, but that doesn't mean were prone to it, you've got a fat girl's appetite, so this is the result. You need to get into shape. If the other amazon's saw you, they would be disappointed in you," Diana sighed poking Cassie's belly. "Your right Diana I'm sorry I let myself go a little. I let my power and status go to my head a bit. I'll start eating better," Cassie smiled. "Sounds good glad you understand," Diana smiled. Then Diana went into the kitchen, getting out a tub of ice cream going to her room. Diana smiled as she went on her computer sitting at her chair doing some work eating the treat quickly getting enamored with it fast. It didn't take long for the amazon princess to finish the big tub as she rubbed her bloated belly burping a bit as she picked her shirt up feeling how stuffed she was spreading her legs. She thought back to her own words to Cassie blushing. "Like I'm any better, I'm getting just as addicted to junk food as her lately. Burp, so full. If I keep this up, I'll be not too far off from growing my own flabby belly," Diana blushed rubbing her ice cream baby. Then Diana got an alert on her computer as she clicked on it to see Batman on her screen looking confused. This is when the girl realized she was showing him her tan bloated belly as she tried to pull her shirt down blushing. "Um sorry did I catch you at a bad time or?" Batman stated. "Kind burp of," Diana said turning red embarrassed. "Anyway, I called to tell you that your old enemy Circe is back committing a robbery. You and Cassie should be able to handle it right?" Batman asked. "Yeah, we burrp, got it," Diana blushed at how much she was sounding like a pig. "Also, just a suggestion, but you might want to take some tums," Batman smiled. "Noted," Diana blushed wanting to hide. Diana closed the video as she sighed having looked like a slob in front of her crush, but then got into high gear. She spun around changing into Wonder Woman wearing her blue short shorts with stars and red shirt with her red heeled boots. Though she winced at her golden belt around her bloated waist. She quickly took it off to relief the pressure on her waistline as her bloated belly came bulging out again. But most importantly she grabbed some tums ready to defeat her nemesis. Diana came into the next room telling Cassie they were going as the blonde got on her uniform too wearing her black shirt and red pants that her little belly peaked over a tad. Soon the girls took off flying to Circes location given by Batman. Cassie smirked spotting the little stuffed belly on her mentor. "I see I'm, not the only one growing a belly," Cassie giggled. "Oh Hera, I'm just bloated is all. I ate too much ice cream. It's so addicting I swear. It's your fault for getting me hooked on the stuff and watching you eat makes me hungry too," Diana blushed. "Right, just be careful or you'll start gaining weight like me," Cassie grinned. "I don't think that's happening, even with my ice cream binges I'm still not as bad as you. I don't think you'll ever see me fat like some of the citizens here," Diana smiled. "You never know Diana. Oh, I see her she's coming out from the back," Cassie stated. The girls landed on a roof top watching Circe walking out with many artifacts. They both flew down behind the sorceress as Circe sensed them blocking their charge with a wall of stone as they both broke it to pieces. Then Circe shot lightning at the girls as they backed up out of its range. Circe was wearing a green mini dress that showed her creamy thighs and her hourglass figure well with boots on her feet. She brushed her purple locks with her hand framing her beautiful face wearing black lip stick. "Well, if it isn't Wonder Woman and I see you've got a friend now. Are you ready for me to turn you into a pig again," Circe grinned. "She turned you into a pig," Cassie giggled. "Yeah, not my finest hour, but not today," Diana shouted charging at Circe with Cassie following her. Circe shot lightning again as Cassie absorbed the attack and redirected it back at Circle as she dodged. "You can control lightning, you must be Zeus's daughter than, interesting," Circe smiled as she stated fighting hand to hand with Wonder Woman. Circe punched with purple magic gloves to keep up with the warrior's strength. Then Circe waved one of her hands as the building behind them came falling over for the girls to dodge it as Circe took the rubble apart with her magic firing the broken pieces at the hero's. Diana punched the pieces out of her way, as Cassie dodged them getting closer to Circe. "I'll admit your both good, but what about this next one," Circe smiled. The sorceress fired a black serpent made of magic at the girls still getting through the pieces of rubble. Diana wrapped her lasso around the snake's mouth closing its fangs as she punched it back towards Circe. The girl looked nervous as she made a force field protecting herself as she lost sight of the heroes. Then the sorceress saw she was about to be struck by the both of them from behind. Circe then grinned as she shot magic dust at both of them making them cough, then they punched the ground as Circe had vanished like a magician. "Where'd she go?" Cassie sighed. "She got away so easily, but she left the artifacts so thats good at least. No one was hurt but the Leagues going to have to pay for the damages," Diana stated. "We should report back. Do you want to get lunch after?" Cassie asked. Then Diana's belly growled having worked off her ice cream binge. "Sure, sounds good. I'm really hungry after that," Diana smiled. *** Circe returned to her island where she lived called Aeaea. She sat in her chair looking into a hand mirror as she saw a man appear with black hair. "How's bringing me back to the mortal world going Circe?" The man said. "It's going very well Hades, I have everything I need to bring you back, but I won't until I really need to since it will alert the gods of Olympus. I have to wait for the opportune moment to bring you here," Circe smiled. "Makes sense, don't worry, I'm patient, I've only waited 1000's of years to leave Tartarus. No big deal," Hades smiled. "I can't believe the humans had the artifacts in a Greek museum to bring you back. Plus, I got this artifact which allows me to cast spells from long distances," Circe smiled. "What are you going to do with it?" Hades asked. "I just casted magic on some of the heroes of the League and attached it to them like a virus. Now my plan is going into effect. Those two are already on their way with those little bellies I saw on them. I'm going to turn every woman in the world into huge pigs until I'm the only beautiful one left. There all going to slowly get fat and massive. I'll start with the heroines as they will get to heavy and out of shape to fight me, then the rest of the girls will grow fat after." "I see your going to weigh them down with sin. That does sound like something you would do. You always wanted to be the most beautiful among mortals," Hades smiled. "Yes, my magic will slightly increase their appetite and slow their metabolism down just a smidge. Most of the gaining will be done by them. My spell will be so subtle they won't notice a thing. It will spread like a virus throughout the whole base until every girl is a fat piggy. All of those girls corrupted by greed and weakened by sloth, it's so exciting. In the end they have no one to blame, but themselves as I only gave them a little push," Circe smiled. Then Circes belly growled just thinking about all the eating and indulging the girls would be taking part in. "Oh, talking about all this eating is making me hungry, bye now Hades," Circe said. "Good luck with your expanding plans," Hades smirked. Circe closed the call with the god as she went to her kitchen cooking with her powers moving the pots and pans with her magic. "This is going to be so easy while my magic runs its course fattening them all up, I'll be watching through my crystal ball. All I have to do is sit here on my island and watch the show. I'll become the most beautiful girl without having to barely lift a finger," Circe smiled drinking some wine. *** Cassie and Diana got back to the tower to see Batman waiting for them as Diana was blushing trying to hide her belly, but realized it was back to normal. "How did it go," Batman asked. "She got away but most of the artifacts were saved," Diana smiled. "Thats good, is your stomach feeling better," Batman smiled. "Yeah, it's getting there, thanks for your concern," Diana blushed. "Anytime, just try not to fight crime on a full stomach," Batman stated. "Right, I'll try to be more careful," Diana sighed. "See you around Diana," Batman smirked walking away. Gosh, why did he have to see me acting like a pig, Diana thought blushing. "Hey there Diana," a girl said approaching them. Shayera was coming to greet the girls; also known as the hero Hawk Girl. She had her red hair out cascading out over her shoulders along with her bird wings. The woman was wearing her yellow shirt hugging her D cup breasts. She also wore her green pants outlining her nice perky butt. "Hey Shayera, we just got back from a fight with Circle, did you have fun with John yesterday?" Diana asked. "We just hung out going for dinner nothing more. I know you think were dating, but we were just doing an activity together," Shayera pouted. "Right," Diana smiled. The girls were talking when Diana's belly began to growl followed by Cassie's. "You both sound hungry, you want to have lunch with me," Shayera smiled. "Sounds good, I'm starving," Diana smiled. "Yeah, our tummies are hungry," Cassie grinned. The girls went to the cafeteria as they got burgers. Diana bit into hers moaning at the flavor with Cassie doing the same. They were both not talking filling their faces with fast food. "You two sure are hungry," Shayera sighed. "Yeah, I guess that mission we were on really made us ravenous," Cassie smiled eating her fries. "I can see that," Shayera stated. Then as Shayera took her own bites of her burger her belly was starting to growl too as she ate faster moaning a bit. Little did she know that the magic had attached itself to Shayera's belly after being around the girls. Soon the red head was keeping up with the girls as she ate like she hadn't eaten breakfast at all. Cassie forgot about her diet as she got seconds and Diana was just hungry as she got more as well. Shayera got up for a second serving too as she saw the girl's tummies were starting to get bloated. Shayera felt her own belly bloating with food as she undid her belt to make herself comfortable. Cassie undid her pants while Diana just leaned back more moaning at how full she was getting but put more food in her mouth anyway. While the girls were chowing down the other heroes were looking in awe or disgust at the slobby piggies. Soon the girls were bloated as they leaned back not wanting to move from their indulgence. "Gosh, why did I eat so much, this is burp going to set my diet back big time," Shayera sighed poking her own slight belly bulge. "Maybe watching us burp eat made you hungry," Cassie smiled rubbing her own starter tummy. "Let's not make this a habit though or else we could get burrp really fat," Diana moaned rubbing her bloated belly as she let out a tiny soft fart from her butt cheeks. If you found this interesting, you can check out my deviant art page chubbygirls12 to read more of my stories. chubbygirls12 User Profile | DeviantArt. Thanks for reading. 🙂
  3. [Author’s Note: This was originally posted via my DeviantArt page. Please consider checking out my page for more stories and fetish-related art! This story contains elements of WG, stuffing, and romance. This is a realistic, slow-burn story taking place over multiple parts with a focus on character and relationships, and a lighter focus on fetish subjects. This intro chapter is fairly light on the spicy, fetish-y bits, but there will be more to come in future parts. Read the description below for more details.] Chapter One - Like a Moth to a Flame “Will that be everything?” Des asked, the girl on the other side of the window endlessly distracted by her phone. She absentmindedly pulled out her card while he rolled his eyes, punching in the total and passing the machine over to her. Grabbing a cloth to wipe the sweat collecting on his face from the oily steam of the kitchen behind him, he let out a sigh as he stared out into the student building lobby and saw the endless line of drunken, hungry freshmen, each of them loud, impatient, and increasingly ornery while waiting for their late-night grub. The main pub on campus operated a side kitchen offering most of their menu up until midnight on weekdays, and Des closed down the house three nights a week. He had been working kitchens since high school and needed the money while trying to pay his way through his degree. The machine beeped its approval, and Des didn’t bother asking if the girl wanted her receipt. Ripping off the paper and grabbing the order chit, he spun back around to the deep friers behind, lowering another basket of fries. His coworker and best friend, Jay, was further back grabbing some buns from the walk-in, and their other coworker, Natalie, was busy pulling a steaming plate of melty, cheesy nachos from the oven. Des had no idea how just the three of them managed this volume night in and night out, but the heavy rock blaring over the kitchen speakers definitely kept them awake and swinging. “Here you go,” Des had returned with the girl’s fries, handing them over the counter window. “Next please—ah, shit…” The crash could be heard even over the thundering drum solo. “Come on man…” Des sighed even louder as he saw a guy struggling to stand back up from the floor, having fallen over and knocked over a table bearing an assortment of condiments, utensils, cups, and other supplies. “Hey Jay, can you look after the counter a sec? Some idiot made a mess in the lobby…” Jay gave him the thumbs up and Des hopped around the door out into the lobby to try and clean up the mess. Fighting through the crowd to the area of the mess was difficult enough, but beholding the full mess caused his shoulders to slump again. Shaking his head, he knelt down and began scooping up a bundle of straws into a garbage bag and started grabbing condiment bottles and throwing them up on to the table after lifting it back up again. As he bent down to grab one of the napkin dispensers, he noticed another pair of hands grabbing at some of the items also. Looking up, he saw a gorgeous girl, brunette with cute bangs, average height, wearing a baggy grey hoodie with rolled-up sleeves and some jeans. She had picked up a couple of trays and placed them back on the table, and knelt down again to collect some more items. “Hey, thanks for that,” Des smiled at her. She smiled back, soft and warm. “No worries,” her voice was soft and warm also. Surprisingly deeper and mature sounding despite her stature. It had a fullness to it unlike the squeakiness of most of the girls he saw come by the kitchen. “You get all kinds of idiots in here this time of night, you’d think they’d have the decency to help too, but…” she trailed off with a bit of a knowing laugh. “No kidding,” Des said. It took a few minutes but, before long, they had gotten most of the items sorted and replaced. He gave the table a quick wipe down before turning back to her again. “Thanks so much for your help! Have a good one!” “You too!” she said with another smile, looking right into his eyes. The interaction was brief, but something about her was magnetic and he found himself a bit smitten as he turned to head back to the kitchen. The trio in the kitchen banged out a couple dozen more orders and before they knew it, they were nearing closing time with just a few stragglers left in line. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!” Des called out to the front while he was turned to the side and quickly pulling out a few different appies out of the oven. “Take your time, I know it’s been a crazy night!” the laugh at the end was what set Des off as his eyes quickly turned in the direction of the familiar voice. Sure enough, the same girl that had helped him earlier was now waiting to order at the window. After plating and passing out the appy orders, Des moved back to the till, grabbing a towel to wipe the sour cream and salsa globs off his fingers. “Hey hey! Fancy seeing you again!” his eyes lit up as he looked into hers. God she was pretty. “And thanks again for earlier, meant a lot and reaaallly helped me out, especially all the little condiment packs.” “It was no problem at all,” she waved him off with a smile. “Honestly, I only recently just started coming over to this building for food and I can’t believe the shit you have to put up with, with these guys,” she gestured behind her to the still-raucous crowd of bordering-on-belligerent students in, on, and around the booths in the main lobby. “Ahhh, they’re not too bad…” Des said as he leaned his elbows onto the counter, trying to look like he was playing it cool. “We’re always this busy round this time. When you’ve got that late night craving, this is the best place on campus for some grub, whether it’s for study energy or to absorb some of that extra alcohol in the system. Know what you want yet? Otherwise, feel free to ask me any questions.” “Hmm…” her brows were still furrowed as she scanned the menu on the wall. “I kind of just wanted some tendies and fries but the pulled pork sandwich looked sooo good too… But I was kinda craving the fries also haha...” that laugh again, followed by flutters. “Why not both?” Des smiled, animatedly shrugging his upper body. “Nooo,” she pouted. “I’ve spent too much money on food lately, I need to watch myself. I’ll get the sandwich, please!” “Coming right up,” Des winked at her as he punched in her order and handed her the machine to pay while he spun back into the kitchen. He quickly dropped down another basket of fries while he set about making the sandwich. Fresh brioche buns. Juicy, saucy, fresh batch of pork and slaw to match. After plating up the sandwich, he also boxed up a small order of fries. “Here you go—oh, and these are on the house, as my way of thanks again for earlier,” he winked at her again as he passed over both items of food. “You didn’t have to do that!” she gasped in delight. “Thank you though! I’ll have to make sure to do an extra 20 on the treadmill in the morning though!” she giggled while playfully rubbing her middle through her baggy hoody. “Well, when you’re done you can swing by again for breakfast!” he called out as she picked up her things and began to turn away. “We open at 7:30 and our bacon breakfast sandwich is verry popular.” “Hmm… what about ‘Second Breakfast’?” she stuck out her tongue as she dragged her eyes down from his gaze towards his shirt, a simple black tee but with a Lord of the Rings meme featuring Sean Bean’s blown-up mug. “One does not simply have one breakfast on a weekend!” He teased back at her. She simply laughed as she turned and left. Des turned his attention to the next customer in line immediately after, but for the remainder of the night his mind couldn’t get off of that girl—the prettiest eyes, cheekbones, long and healthy-looking hair… Nevermind how fun and also considerate she obviously was—a little cheesy with the humor too, but endearingly so. Plus, the nerdy streak was a definite turn-on for him. He only wished he could have seen more of what she was working with underneath the layers of comfort clothes. Given the way her eyes looked over the feast he had handed her, she had no problem with her appetite, and probably had a few curves to match beneath that concealing hoodie. Now that was something he wanted to see. Oh well, what were really the chances that he would run into her again anyway? Still, always nice to have a good daydream. * * * “Alright everyone, welcome to Week Five, it is time to go over your term project,” the professor announced over the class of about eighty. Des groaned, hiding in the back of the lecture room, exhausted already from the grind of his class and work schedule. 8 AM classes were miserable—he still wasn’t sure why he made this life choice. Creative Writing was supposed to be a fun elective for him to try and learn some new skills and develop some motivation for the novel he had been chipping away at but kept shelving on the back burner. The professor droned on. Something about a short story, a few thousand words, some other loose guidelines, and they were being paired up with a classmate to do edits of each other’s drafts, with a whole marking scheme for an editing portion also. Great, Des thought, another group project that was going to suck the life and time out of him. “Destin Ashford?” the professor called out and Des snapped out of his distracted trance, raising his hand. The professor had been announcing pairings but he had gotten lost on one of his mobile gacha games. “And Asteria Williams, you’ll be together.” Des’ heart skipped a beat as he looked around for the other raised hand and he locked onto a familiar face down in the second row. Smiling back at him, he swore it was the same girl he saw a couple of weeks ago closer to the start of term. He waved back down and then they both put down their hands and the roll call continued. Everyone started packing up their bags once the professor finished calling out names as class was coming to an end. “Destin, right?” the girl had come up the steps of the aisle and tapped him on the shoulder as he crouched over his bag, stuffing in his laptop. “Hey, yea! You can call me Des for short, though. Asteria, was it?” he reached out to shake her hand. “Aster is fine also,” she smiled, taking his hand. She had soft skin and a firm, warm grip. “Fancy meeting you here, huh?” “Yea, I thought I remembered you wearing a med school hoodie when we ran into each other that one time, so I wouldn’t have figured to see you here in Creative Writing!” Des couldn’t believe his luck. “Ahah, yea, the hoodie belonged to my mom, actually,” she said. Today she was wearing a puffy winter jacket, not much better for his curious eye. Around 5’5 he reckoned, and from her face and general shape she seemed reasonably fit but not tiny. Possibly a current or former athlete. “I’m still a junior, plan is to get into med school. Biology major, for now anyways,” she laughed a bit nervously. “I’ve always had a bit of a creative streak and needed another elective, so figured I’d give this a shot!” “Oh no way, I’m taking it as an elective too!” Des said as he tried to lean back against the desk row and strike a cooler looking pose. “I’m in Economics right now, also in my junior year. Maybe trying to get into journalism school post grad though. I do some freelance media writing work on the side but creative writing is… different, you know? Scratches a different sort of itch, fulfills a different aspiration.” “Yes, it definitely does!” Aster laughed. “I guess you could say kind of as a hobby I’ve been poking away at this idea for a novel since high school and was hoping this class might give me some extra tips and inspiration to get really back at it.” “Oh that’s amazing!” Des said.. “Wow, I’m nervous already about you taking a look over mine when I’m finished! I’ve got a pro on my hands…” “Oh no, I don’t deserve that kind of flattery haha…” Aster blushed at the compliment. “Besides, you actually do real writing, for real money! I should be taking notes from you!” The two laughed and traded a bit more small-talk as the classroom emptied. They walked together through the corridors and back out into the main campus courtyard. “Well, I gotta head over to microbio now, but it was amazing meeting you!” She reached into her bag for her phone. “Should we exchange numbers to text and plan when to get together and work on our stories? Or email too, whichever!” “Text is fine,” Des said quickly as he also grabbed his phone. “Here, you can put your number in and I’ll shoot you a message to add me.” Aster punched in her name and number and then with a warm smile and short wave she was off. Des’ gaze lingered a bit as she walked away. How crazy was it that he would run into this girl like this again. She was smart, funny, seemed to genuinely care about her school and career goals, and they seemed to have some shared passions and aspirations around writing. Even the stress of having to work the closing shift that night couldn’t wipe the inner grin off his face as he made his way home. This was the most excited he had been for a long time. * * * “I prefer the interpretation of something more like, ‘falling star’, or ‘shooting star,’” Aster was staring out the window of their third floor study room, bathed in the warm sepia of the setting winter sun. The twinkle of starlight was peaking at the edge of night, a curtain slowly calling across the sky. “It’s not common, and it’s a very pretty name,” Des said, leaning back in his chair and looking as deeply at Aster as she was the sky. Their books and pens were splayed across the table, empty cups of coffee and snack wrappers pushed to the sides. What was supposed to be a quick session after their classes that day turned into an impromptu hangout as they lost themselves in conversation. “And yours?” Aster turned now to look at Des, her eyes twinkling like her namesake. “Pretty much exactly what you would think by looking at it,” Des shrugged and chuckled. “Guy’s name for ‘Destiny’, or ‘Fate’, or whatever you want to call it.” He was trying to laugh and play it off as silly, but Aster’s gaze remained serious and as she studied him, eyes locked and attentive. “I really like it,” she smiled. “Seems both of our parents were pretty creative… Maybe that sort of infused us, influenced us to be pursuing this—” she bounced the ball of her pen a few times. “Thanks, and yours too,” Des returned the smile. The two sat in silence for a minute or two, trying to return to their work for the dozenth time but failing, each lost in a cacophony of their own thoughts and distractions. “Tell me more about the novel you’re wanting to write,” Des asked, breaking the tension. Aster considered for a few moments, hesitant at first to respond, fidgeting in her seat while trying to find the words. “Well, it’s this kind of sci-fi thing, but set on this distant moon colony. There’s a major famine and drought taking place and this one metropolitan city is on the brink of an uprising against a megacorporation administering the region.” Des caught her eye briefly and she blushed, visibly nervous. “I know, it sounds trope-y and basic on the surface, but it’s going to be very character driven! I especially have these ideas really ingrained in my head, like specific scenes, that I really need to write down…” “So you’re extremely visual, then? With your imagination” Des asked. “Yes! It’s kind of like a movie in my head,” Aster laughed. “Do you visualize or imagine things like that also? When you write…?” “Yea, I do actually!” he laughed again also. The brief tension that had just moments ago hung in the room had evaporated and they launched into yet another side tangent, with Aster gushing about a few choice scenes. Her favorite character and the protagonist was a rugged pilot, Jarad, and there was plenty of imagery around the ashes and dust that coated the colony in storms. Des’ dreamy eyes were glazed over in awe but he drank in every word of his partner’s enthusiastic exposition. Their project long forgotten, they spoke and bonded about a list of topics like childhood friends catching up on missed lives. At some point, Des had gone out for some hot chocolate and a refill on snacks, and they moved their chat from the study desks over to the lounge seats in the library closer together. Night settled, yet the stars danced as their children shone alight. * * * The two of them simply could not stop talking. Texting before, between, even during classes… And when they weren’t glued to their phones they were usually found together at a café on campus or one of the pubs grabbing a drink to work on their project—which of course kept turning into excuses to just chat. Still, they really were diligent students both and were making some real progress just a couple of weeks since receiving their assignment. They found that later-evening was their peak productivity period and had taken a liking to this one late night coffee shop for when it was time to really get things done. “…And then Jarad makes the jump onto the wing of the fighter!” Aster swung the slice of banana loaf she was holding through the air, miming the action. A dusting of crumbs broke off and sprinkled over Des’ arm, resting on the table, both hands wrapped around his cup of coffee while he listened intently. “Oh, that’s going to be such a good way to end his arc,” Des said, eyes wide, piecing together where she was going. The two of them had been at the little downtown coffee shop for a couple of hours talking nonstop. Similar outings had become a regular occurrence the past several weeks. To Des’ surprise, Aster had actually also been tossing around ideas and notes for a story of her own for years. She was really into steampunk or similar vibes and most kinds of post-apocalyptic sci-fi—she amazed him with how much she also seemed to nerd out of over high-fantasy and sci-fi settings, especially anything lore-heavy. They had traded trivia questions and dove deep on plotlines and twists galore from their favorite books and movies, more than once getting into a playful argument over some ‘controversial’ hot takes. “What do you think you’re going to call it?” Des asked, taking another sip of his dark roast, black. She didn’t even blink. “Ashes of Astra IV” the loaf lingered in the air again for purposely over-dramatic effect and they both giggled. “But seriously, I think I’m going to go with that. I think the image fits well too into multiple themes including Jarad’s brother, what happened at the outpost, and of course the executions and the uprising.” “I like it, personally!” Des agreed. “I just wish I could come up with something iconic for Jarad, like you know when certain characters have these iconic lines during their defining, pivotal…” “...last, fatal, moments…?” Des threw in. “I mean, I think I plan to leave the ending a little open ended, for effect,” Aster finally scarfed down the last bite of the loaf. She had actually managed to plow through several rounds of snacks—mostly sugar loaded—since they had arrived, never mind two huge fraps. She was wearing a cute little leather jacket and simple white tee that hugged a generous chest and a bit of softness around her sides and middle. Her thighs were strong and well rounded if packed into her dark blue jeans. She had mentioned one night how she was a big time volleyball player in high school but mostly stuck to rec leagues through college so far, injuring her knee pretty badly the summer before freshman year. She definitely still showed the tone and strength, but witnessing her unapologetic appetite at each of their gatherings left no wonder for Des that she had to be close to picking up a later version of the freshman fifteen. Still, she carried and dressed it extremely well. “My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean…” Des started to say. “…yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?” Aster finished. “One of my favorite lines! Haha, of course you would know it!” The way her eyes lit up always sent butterflies through Des’ core. As they had been talking over time there seemed to constantly be these little moments of bonding—like some kind of fate. Shared childhood experiences, family vacation destinations, favorites of everything—food, plays, movies, seasons, superpowers—and so many more things. It was constantly surreal how much they had in common. “Cloud Atlas is quite the underrated story!” Des piped up. “Though, I have to admit, I’ve only read the book and never got around to seeing the movie.” “Oh, well you have to see the movie! We should watch it some time!” “Any excuses to enjoy some buttery popcorn!” Des agreed, his heart racing a little at the prospect of a movie date with Aster. He still had not been able to confirm if she was single, and so far had been way too shy to actually ask her out, though every day he felt himself building that confidence. Little comments like this definitely felt like signals, and made him think it would be soon. “Oh my god, yesss, triple layered!” Aster’s eye’s rolled back into her skull as she let out an exaggerated moan for effect. Her hands went to her middle, looking a bit overstuffed from their extended session. It seemed the more she ate, the better she wrote, and the more ideas seemed to come forth. It was truly a sight to behold, and Des found himself… liking it…? “Ohhh, haha, well I shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but that’s how I’ve always gotten it as well!” Des laughed, another random similarity, of course. “And it’s the worst because you’d always have to emphasize for the staff like, ‘no, extra extra butter, like the full three layers. Of course they’d always warn you that the butter might start dripping out the bottom there’s so much but… if I don’t need new pants after enjoying a proper bag like that, you’re just doing it wrong.” “oof—you’re telling me!” Des caught Aster subtly reaching down to unbutton her jeans—that was definitely hot to him. Huh… Aster got Des to read over a few more passages, as it was his turn to copy edit and give some feedback. To his surprise, however, the barista suddenly popped by to inform them the café was closing, much to his lament. Why did time seem to fly so fast when the two of them were together? “Ugh.. Where did the time go?” Aster spoke aloud their thoughts—of course she was thinking the same sentiments. “Hey! Want to swing by Mario’s on the way back to campus? I’m kind of craving their margherita…” Of course Des was game. He was not about to pass up an opportunity to spend more time with this wicked smart, passionate, and very attractive girl. Moreso, however, he still didn’t know why he found her appetite and curves so attractive and, academic that he was, both of his ‘heads’ agreed that more ‘research’ was in order. * * * It had snowed the night before, so much so that most of the roads were closed. But that wasn’t the reason she was so down, Des reasoned. She normally liked the snow, and they had even gone on a couple of walks on a trail behind the science building that led into the woods on the hill. Even more puzzling was the half-eaten bowl of take-out pasta from the cafeteria, and the unopened candy bar left beside her books. It was a comfy clothes kind of day, as Aster was cuddled inside of some baggy black sweats and a matching hoodie, her hood pulled half over her head as she slumped, almost in full fetal position, in the library sofa. “What’s wrong?” he finally was bold enough to ask. Aster’s eyes didn’t move from the straight stare, even as she lowered her phone and let out a sigh and drew in another deep breath. “My mom is coming to town in a couple of weeks, and my sister too…” Des studied her for a moment as silence lingered following her apparent reluctance to continue. “You don’t seem too excited, everything not good with you and your family?” “Not exactly, no,” she seemed distant, spacey, but had sat up a little in her chair, reaching for her coffee cup. The reluctance continued. “Well, I don’t want to push you or make you uncomfortable, but if you want a third, neutral party to vent to about anything, I’m here for you,” Des said, turning back to his notes, opening the floor while also trying to make Aster comfortable to just be. “Thanks, Des,” Aster broke her trance to look directly at Des for a moment, flashing a soft smile with sad brows. She began fiddling with her pen while staring vaguely out the window. The two sat in silence for several minutes. Des continued typing out some notes but his mind couldn’t move away from Aster. He had never seen her like this, her aura—if he could call it that—was way off, and he was genuinely a bit worried for her. But he elected not to say anything, not to bother her and to just give her space. The crinkling of wrappers drew his gaze up as he saw Aster finally reach for a peanut butter cup. Their eyes met and she flashed him a quick smile. “I feel like I say it a lot lately but… thanks, Des, really,” she said after swallowing the gooey treat. “I really appreciate just being able to ‘be’ around you, if that makes sense? Like we can often get together like this and we can chat for hours on end… BUT… We also have this ability to just hang in silence, and it’s not awkward at all. Like our presence for each other is calming. Soothing.” Des pushed aside his laptop, looking Aster straight in the eyes and flashing her a small smile back. “Thanks,” he said, reaching out for the other peanut butter cup. “The feeling is mutual. And seriously, though, if you need to chat or vent…” Aster laughed a little, sighing deeply. “Yea. And still, really appreciate it.” He turned back to his laptop again but this time her eyes lingered on him for longer. “Hey, do you want to go grab another coffee?” * * * | Hey, I’m at the corner by the market on Southgate Des looked around nervously, then back to his watch, then side-to-side again, scanning. He was cutting it real, real close. Thank god for Aster, who had offered to give him a lift downtown for the interview after his roommate left him hanging and had to cancel at the last minute. Barely a moment after he hit send on the text, a familiar blue corolla hatchback came into view driving up the lane. Stopped at the light, Des hurriedly opened the passenger door and hopped in, throwing his laptop bag in the back seat beside what looked like a fresh Krispy Kreme box. “Hey! Thanks again sooooo so much for giving me a lift, you really bailed me out of a tough spot!” Des threw his seatbelt on and Aster demonstrated her lead foot as they began speeding off of campus proper. “No worries! Any excuse to get away from my family for even just a little bit,” she was munching on a glazed donut in one hand while dodging between lanes to get around traffic with the other. “How did it go last night?” Des asked, concerned. Aster had filled him in that night at the library with loose details about her family dynamics, which were complicated, to say the least. Mom was not particularly motherly or helpful, and dad was fairly absent, and her younger sister was an unappreciative and spoiled-princess type who was largely raised by Aster growing up. They also had an older brother who lived abroad in Singapore doing some kind of tech work. Aster and he were very close growing up but he had grown a bit tired and distant from the family as a whole. “Just lots of talking about random, usual stuff. We didn’t get into anything yet really,” she sighed, shoving the last of the glazed treat into her mouth and sucking her thumb dry of the leftover sugar. Aster had also told Des how her mom and dad were going through a rough time and there was some serious talk of a divorce. “I’m sure she’s going to try and weaponize me next, after hooking in Cassie. That’s what she always does…” “I’m so sorry Aster, it’s a no-win kind of situation,” Des tried to be comforting. “Whatever happens, you know I’m here to chat still.” That same night, Des had opened up to Aster a bit about his upbringing too. Mom and dad split when he was 12, and he ended up moving away with mom, visiting Dad for stints over the holidays and other occasions throughout high school. The two had ended up spending another long night chatting, this time bonding over childhood traumas and family dramas, having some similar personalities and behaviors around the household. “Thanks Des, mean it,” Aster said, eyes still glued to road as she kept up her speed-demon routine with her lead foot and DGAF attitude. “Enough about me though, tell me about this new job!?” Des laughed. “Well, this is an interview, I don’t have it yet! Though the guy I was talking to at the rec center the other day made it sound like I’m a leading candidate. It’s a job as a beat writer for the local minor league baseball team!” “Oh, that’s awesome! I used to go to Raven’s games when I was little!” Aster gushed. “Oh crazy, you know a lot about baseball?” Des perked up. Why was he surprised at this point, though. “Haha yea! I used to play softball too when I was younger, before my parents made me choose between volleyball and softball because they couldn’t pay and also take me to both…” Aster trailed off. “Well if all goes well and I get the gig, you’re going to have to come out to see a game this summer!” Des said, his arms and hands waving through the air in the car excitedly. “Yes! That would be amazing!” Aster agreed. The two got to talking about a few other childhood sports and other activities it turned out they also had in common for the rest of the drive… You were in theater too? No way! … High school Year Book Club, we were so cool haha! … Oh, that’s awesome you were so involved! I used to volunteer for this thing called Relay for Life, a cancer fundraiser… “Des, I’m serious, you have to take one! I’m not letting you out until you take one,” Aster had put on her very-serious face, jamming the open donut box into Des’ face as he scrambled to remove his seatbelt as they pulled over at his stop. “You have to save me from at least one more of these. They were supposed to last until I got back, but I’ll probably stress-eat half of them on the way…” He knew by this point she wasn’t joking. Begrudgingly, he grabbed one from her as he scrambled out of the vehicle. As he leaned in to say thanks and goodbye, he caught one last glimpse of her in her tight teal shirt and black puffy winter vest. She had a cute, matching teal beanie on as well. She still looked athletic, and far from outright chubby, but more and more over time he could definitely notice the softening around her edges and little pooch and love handles forming at her sides. He still didn’t know why he was finding it so attractive, but softer Aster was very appealing to him. Who was he kidding though. Aster was very appealing to him. Extremely smart, mix of nerdy and sporty just like he was, thoughtful and deep but witty and good with banter. They had similar experiences growing up and so many shared irks and likes. That physically she was stunningly beautiful in his books was just the cherry on top. She wished him good luck and smiled with her eyes as she looked deep into his before he pushed the door shut and she drove off. Des felt the extra pep in his step as he made his way towards the building, gnawing at the donut in a hurry with every step. That’s it, he had decided—if all went well today, he was going to finally ask her out. Maybe take her down to the pub on campus for drinks to celebrate, and then make his move there. He shoved down the rest of the donut and strode inside, ready to take on the world.
  4. Part 1 - Reunion »I will send the files later today. The solicitor should have them tomorrow around lunch-time.« While speaking, Melanie wrote a note on a Post-It. »Now that you mention it. Tomorrow is the big day. First time live at the office again. I will be in meetings most of the morning, but can I pick you up for lunch at the cafeteria?« She chuckled at Wesley`s initials in a light-green bubble on the screen. »Sure. I will wait for my knight in shining armour at my desk.« »I really look forward to see you, Melanie.« With that, the bubble vanished and gave way to a dull Excel-File. She and Wesley worked together for a little over three years. Wesley was one of the two Corporate Lawyers at their company and she worked as their shared Assistant. They always had a great work relationship, but Melanie had made it a principle to never get romantically involved at her workplace. Moreover, though they got along splendidly, Wesley failed to attract her physically and she couldn`t put a finger on it why. He was tall, with brown hair and light-blue eyes. slim, but not trained. So far so good. However, she didn`t feel it and he was too much of a gentleman to push. In that way, work had remained work, until Coronavirus forced them to solely work from home for the last five months. Reduced to virtual meetings, where all she could see of Wesley were his initials in differently coloured bubbles, Melanie learned to appreciate his deep voice and witty remarks, both of which she found equally sexy. Since weeks, they talked daily and she was almost sure, Wesley was as reluctant as herself, every time they had to end a call. She sighed. A part of her didn`t want to return to the office where Wesley`s esteem for her and their amazing conversations would be outweighed by the lack of her physical attraction to him. She stared unhappily at the screen and sighed. It probably just wasn`t meant to be. The next day, autumn presented itself grey and rainy. Melanie opted for a long sleeve dress in cognac with black tights. When she arrived at her desk after mingling a while with colleagues from other departments in the coffee kitchen, Wesley had already left for his morning meeting before the two of them had a chance to speak to each other. The next few hours she was busy with a research project she did for Giles, the other lawyer and only after the older man set off for a lunch meeting, Melanie wondered whether Wesley had forgotten about their appointment, as it was past the time, they usually went to the cafeteria. »There you are. You look radiant.« As if realizing what he had said, Wesley frowned. »I apologise. I didn`t mean to be inappropriate. I am just happy to see you.« Melanie had to force her eyes from the screen and to Wesley`s face, so much did she want everything to stay as it was, meaning in particular hearing his sexy voice and otherwise only seeing his initials. But it couldn`t be helped. She sighed and met his gaze. Wesley seemed to have not only delayed their meeting, but the one with his hairdresser as well. The full brown hair definitely needed a trim. At the same time, the untidiness made him look more boyish and less stiff. An involuntary smile eased away her inner tension. »Wesley. How nice to see you.« She raised and stepped towards him whereupon he awkwardly gave her a kiss to the cheek. »Shall we?« She grabbed her key card and they went for the elevator. Contrary to her fears, their conversation did not lack any of the spirit it had when being restricted to a headset. On the contrary, Wesley’s facial expressions contributed to the animated way he told stories. Again and again, Melanie found herself laughing and captivated by their conversation. Something else had changed too, tough she could only put her finger on it until Wesley`s Pizza arrived at their table. Then, it suddenly became obvious to her that his face was a little rounder and his lips fuller. When he nodded, she almost meant to recognize first signs of a little flab under his chin. And now that he was sitting, Melanie couldn`t else but stare on his midsection. Wesley had always been slim in an untrained way, but now, she observed a little blubber pressing against the fabric of his shirt. It was by no means that he was fat, but there was no negating him being ... well, more. Considerably more. Wesley managed to keep up talking while at the same time tucking in a whole pizza in their limited lunchtime. Melanie herself had ordered a couscous bowl. But instead of eating she mostly watched Wesley shoving down fork after fork of food. It was a sight to behold. His forehead glistened a little for they sat near the pizza oven emanating heat and because of him eating so fast. Melanie meant to see the little flab expand until it undeniably stretched Wesley`s shirt so she could see a little glimpse of white belly between the lower two buttons. Suddenly, she felt hot too. It was the oven, right? Or could it be ...? That night, Melanie baked brownies. If anything, to proof to herself, that the strange tingle deep inside her when watching Wesley eat had been nothing but her imagination. When she entered his office to discuss a work project the next morning, she presented him a plate loaded with five heavenly chunky chocolate brownies. »Hi Wesley. Are you ready or should I come back later?« He looked up from some paper and eyed the treats. »Morning, sunshine. You do know it`s not my birthday today, right?« She smiled broadly. »I made a plate to test for my sister’s graduation next week. It would be a shame if they had to go to waste and I can`t eat them all on my own.« »They look delicious! Thank you, Melanie.« They seated themselves at the meeting table next to the window. As soon as they started to discuss thoughts concerning a new project, Wesley seized for the first brownie. She could see how much he savoured the desert and before long, he reached out for the next one. Melanie found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her report while watching Wesley stuffing himself. He noticed her staring at him and pulled back his hand from grabbing a third brownie. »I know, I probably should contain myself, but they really are delicious. I never knew you are such a good baker.« »It is one of my favourite hobbies, but for me alone it doesn`t really pay off.« She pushed the plate in his direction. »Please enjoy. They are all for you anyway.« »If I have one more, I can`t possibly eat lunch and that would deprive me of the possibility to spend additional time with you. Will you go for lunch with me?« Melanie couldn`t else but smile. »Of course.« She placed the plate on Wesley`s desk. »For later. As desert.« This day, the cafeteria offered roast pork with dumplings and gravy and it didn`t take much persuasion for Wesley to pick this over the second menu of beetroot salad with goat cheese. They were discussing a sitcom they both watched, when out of the blue, Wesley went serious. »You know, maybe I shouldn't say this, but I was a bit nervous about seeing you in person again.« Melanie still chuckled from his remark on one of the main protagonists. »Why?« »It’s a stupid thing to say, but talking to you was kind of the highlight of my day for the last five months and I felt like we really grew closer. At least to me.« Melanie felt exactly the same way, but should she admit? She was saved by their food arriving. The two brownies he had during their meeting didn`t seem to have diminished his appetite in any way. Melanie tried to stare more discreetly. She even meant to discern the moment Wesley was full, but instead of stopping, he forced down the second dumpling nonetheless. And the more, he stuffed himself, the more she felt heat welling up inside her. Back at her desk, she spent the rest of the Afternoon trying to get over the fact, that she finally felt attracted to Wesley because he was gaining weight. She burned with shame, but there was no denying it. Before leaving, she knocked on his door. »Come in!« »Hey there. I just wanted to say, that I did really appreciate our conversations as well.« The sparkle in his light-blue eyes as reaction to her comment made Melanie`s heart jump. »You did, hm? And do you still or is your joy in talking to me a thing of the past?« »Silly you. I am not going to reward that with an answer.« Her eyes fell on the untouched plate on his desk. She frowned. »Did you not like them?« »Of course, I do. It’s just I ran into Malcolm from Controlling earlier and he meant I look like I spent home office in a Fast Food outlet.« He raised and looked unhappily at his rounder midsection. »Did I really gain that much weight? I didn`t realize ...« She hurried to dissipate his concerns. »Not at all. To be honest, I think it becomes you to have a little more meat to the bone. Malcolm should keep his comments to himself.« With that, she pushed the plate a little more in Wesley`s direction. He smiled at her and instantly grabbed for one of the remaining brownies. »See you tomorrow then.« »Good night, Melanie.«
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