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  1. You have been sabotaging your girlfriend's healthy lifestyle for a year, and she has finally began to catch on after seeing an old photo of herself... But when she begins to accuse you of fattening her, you show her just how amazing indulging in fatness feels! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day - You make your girlfriend breakfast and coffee, which she notices is remarkably delicious for being low fat, low calorie, no sugar and vegan. When she hurries off to workout you convince her to have a lazy day at home instead... "Babe, have I gotten fat?" - Your girlfriend goes to change into comfy clothing and decides to flip through her snapchat memories, revealing a photo of herself from a year ago...which looks much different than she does now. She brings this up to you and you calm her down explaining she hasn't gained a pound, but she isn't fooled for long. Submitting to hedonism - After she finally realizes you've been sabotaging her healthy lifestyle she's furious, but you convince her to just try indulging in her own fatness, which quickly leads to her finding our her true passion is not in working out! In this clip ; Before Pics | Weight Gain | Stuffing | GFE | Roleplay | Fear of Gaining | Learning to Love Obesity | Slob/Messy Eating
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  2. Your roommate has been looking really CHONKY lately...the pandemic did wondersssss for her figure😈 A few weeks ago she told you that she wanted to start a diet, but you never believed she actually would... She has been reading a lot of dieting books, started changing how she eats and even started exercising more, but you can see that she isn't happy when she snaps at you one day for talking about your big lasagna dinner. Watching her diet and begin to loose weight has been torturous for you. Her soft, curvy, jiggly and feminine body has ignited deep desires within you...feeling that you never thought you would develop. You know you have to do something about this diet...if you don't your FAT vixen wont be chubby anymore. When you are at the grocery store you get a devilish idea as you are passing the ice cream isle. You notice the Oreo ice cream sandwiches which are your rommate's favourtie. Before you know it you are rushing out of the store with ice cream in hand and a scheming look on your face. You KNOW she wont be able to resist them. She HAS to cave and fail the diet. The GREEDY girl you have watched grow over the last few years will have NO CHOICE but to devour them 🥵
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  3. 😨 You said it was only 100 calories! 😨 REAL workout fail | tight workout clothes | shake chug | weight loss sabotage You knew all along you wanted to trick me… You told me to workout, so I struggled into these tight workout clothes but I’m already busting out of them! The workout didn’t go to plan - I don’t even know any workout moves, and the immediate shortness of breath from moving around my fat body doesn’t help. Squats, jumping jacks, lunges, my legs can barely even get past my hanging gut to do high knees 😳 Then lunchtime comes around, and you say it’s time for my only 100 cal ‘weight loss’ shake. But it’s huge and tastes more like the familiar decadence of melted ice cream, heavy cream and protein powder… I have to chug it in the shower, I’m so clumsy that it gets messy and intense fast! Throughout the entire video you hear my body jiggling against its self, the struggle of my shortness of breath and my general talking to you (From a POV perspective) - yet nothing compares to the moans of pleasure and struggle as I inhale the shake I ultimately know isn’t for weight loss. The creamy liquid drips down my mouth, flooding my neck, chest, workout bra, dripping onto my huge gut and making me look like a human cream bun. It’s messy, delicious and addictive!
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  4. Ft @Curvage Casey Body Sabotage 🤰🏼 Rapid Weight Gain 🥵 Fat Shame 😈 In this clip, Casey has a plan to sabotage Rylie after she was a bitch to her about her weight the last time they hung out! Rylie comes over gloating about her new workout routine and how skinny she is, while casually throwing shade at Casey’s weight. Casey has had enough and finally tells Riley about her new “diet” ice cream that’s made her “lose” a ton of weight! Rylie, still secretly being a greedy piggy can’t resist an ice cream, especially if it’s guaranteeing her to lose weight. She immediately starts stuffing it down while continuing to be bitch about Casey’s weight. If only she knew what was about to happen…..
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  5. Description: Two heavy middle-aged woman are jealous of the new young slim addition to the office who is getting an annoying amount of attention for her looks. They vow to sabotage her figure to knock her down a peg, but take their fattening plot dramatically too far [XWG, (between 200-300 pounds gained), sabotage, humiliation, teasing, sex, Outgrown clothes, stuckage] (Idea suggested by ***********) Office Obesity Obsession Written by Polarisdreamer & Prompt submitted by ********** on p*a*t*r*e*o*n Charlotte “Happy Birthday! Charlie!!” My overly busty office bestie, for the better part of a decade, cheerfully rang out, as she waddled toward my cubicle in a figure-hugging grey pantsuit with what looked like a large slice of chocolate cake on a paper plate she was carrying, “I know you didn’t want me to bake you a cake, but I just couldn’t resist!” “You’re too kind Diane. You REALLY shouldn’t have…” I weakly protested, as I endeavored to lift my hefty rear off my comfortable office chair and accept the calorie dense dessert. As usual, it took me a moment or two to wiggle my wide-cushy hips free from the confines of the chair’s built-in armrests. ‘Gotta love being pear-shaped and overweight…’ I sarcastically thought to myself, as I managed to free myself after a moment of struggle. Since it was casual Friday, and my 37th birthday, I was wearing an attention-grabbing plus size two-piece outfit. On top, I was wearing a pink peplum zipper top and on bottom my massive lower body was clothed in matching pink high-waisted wide-leg pants. My thighs, hips and ass all strained the fabric, but at least the darn things fit and helped minimize the look of my chunky waist. Standing side by side, at 5’5 I usually stood an inch taller than Diane, but since she had her three-inch heels on today and I was wearing comfortable flats, she had a good two inches on me. The extra height probably made me look even fatter than her than I already was. Smiling widely, Diane handed me the plate, a fork, patted me on my embarrassingly large potbelly, and then proclaimed in her typical overly friendly tone, “If you like that, there’s lots more in the breakroom.” ‘So much for my diet…’ I offhandedly thought knowing I’d become too much of a fatty to resist Diane’s constant temptations. Unable to stop myself from taking a bite, I couldn’t help but hum in delight because of the vibrant flavor, “Mhhh!! You should have been a baker, not a secretary! Have I ever told you that?” “Only a hundred times. Hahaha!” Diane cackled, clutching her own robust belly, as she did so. During her giggle fit, I forked another gob of cake into my helplessly greedy mouth, and in doing so I looked over my slightly older friend from top to bottom. In that moment, it occurred to me that while Diane had hardly aged a day over the last ten years, I was almost unrecognizable. Sure, her dark red hair had faded to the point she was more of a strawberry blonde now, but I’d gained over 100lbs since I’d started working here. Ten years ago, when we’d met, Diane was a 33-year-old, 220-pound office secretary. Now she was a 43-year-old, 220-pound manager in HR. On the other hand, a decade ago, I was the fit 130-pound envy of the office and now, at 240lbs, I was the fattest secretary of the bunch. Although at least I didn’t have the largest belly, Diane still held that award, but my wide, thick, and soft ass made the size of her gut look modest. Snapping back to the present moment, I looked down and realized with some embarrassment, that I’d scarfed down the whole slice of chocolate cake completely absentmindedly, opening my mouth to pardon my gluttonous display, the only thing that came out was a loud, “*Buuuurrpp!*” “Excuse you!” Diane chuckled, patting my tubby belly yet again, “I take it you want some more?” I wanted to say ‘no’ but the pig inside me won out, “You bet.” “Sit tight, I’ll be right back with another piece.” Diane promised, but I stopped her. “No, let me. I need the exercise.” I pleaded carefully tiptoeing out of my cubical so my mammoth ass wouldn’t knock anything over. “If you insist. See you at lunch.” Diane shrugged before waddling back toward her department. Left to my own devices, my stomach growled with a yearning for more delicious cake. So, I took the elevator downstairs to the ground floor, and waddled my way toward the break room. I helped myself to another slice of cake, but it wasn’t enough. It was like everything Diane cooked made me even more hungry than I was before. Her talent for baking was extraordinary. I’d probably still be a size six if I’d never met her, but since I didn’t have a time machine, I just grabbed another slice for the long trek back to my cubicle. Caterina “On your left!!” I commanded slightly too late for it to matter. The overweight landwhale slowly waddling in front of me toward the elevator with a fat ass the size of Montana, didn’t have time to move out of my way. In one swift motion I clipped her wide hips, squeezed by her, and then trotted as fast as I could in my stylish 5-inch heels into the elevator. Without wasting a moment, I tapped in my floor number and watched the elevator doors slowly close. Sounding irate, the total fatty I’d just bumped into begged, “Wait! Hold the door!” I gave her request perhaps about one second of honest consideration, before choosing to ignore the obese and rotund blonde blimp. Seeing my disinterest, the fatty dressed head to toe in pink flipped me off and yelled, “What the f*ck! I know you can hear me!” I was not about to show up late for my first day of work at my first real office job since college graduation. So, I replied in retaliation, “Sorry wouldn’t want to exceed the weight limit. Maybe next time don’t be so fat and slow.” Unable to get a word in edgewise before the elevator doors closed on her, the elevator began to rise, and I turned my attention to my reflection in the elevator mirror. My makeup was still on point, my long dark hair looked fantastic paired with bangs. My soft, center-parted fringe blended beautifully with my thick, wavy hair. Gazing south of my meticulously maintained mane and flawlessly tanned Mediterranean complexion, I observed how wonderfully my white button-down shirt and brown pencil skirt flattered my fit, 125-pound, hourglass shaped body. I was every bit just as sexy as a 23-year-old college graduate as I was as a 19-year-old freshman. Many of my former sorority sisters couldn’t say the same thing, especially Janet. It was no wonder my boyfriend Tory couldn’t get enough of me. Last night, he’d been so eager to have his way with me, he handcuffed my wrists and ankles to the bed and made me orgasm with his tongue, my vibrator and then the old fashion way so he could get his rocks off too. I didn’t even have to lift a finger the whole time. It was nice having a man that would literally do anything to keep me from dumping him for someone better, but now that I was out of college, I had to be realistic. Tory was fun, but he was going to be a high school math teacher, not exactly a wealthy occupation. My prospects would be much better hunting for someone in the law office I’d just been hired at as a secretary. So, as the elevator reached my desired destination, I unbuttoned my shirt, just enough to show off a little cleavage before making my grand entrance… Diane I knew just from the excessively polished look of the new girl, and the way she strutted into the office like she owned the place, that she’d be trouble. The way she towered over everyone in those unprofessional five-inch heels, the way her pantyhose ended suggestively at the midpoint of her toned thighs, the way her shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way… I KNEW she’d be trouble. She reminded me of Charlotte way back when. Before I fattened the ditzy bottom-heavy blonde into submission. Even the new girl’s name, Caterina Bellucci sounded like some exotic stripper. The eyes of every lawyer in the business were glued to the 23-year-old’s attractive features. Her firm, full and perky tits, flat stomach, long legs, narrow waistline, toned bubble butt, heck she even had a flawless face for all the horny men to look at. It was no mystery to me why my male superiors had hired her. It was the same reason they had hired Charlotte ten years ago. This new girl, Caterina, was office eye candy, probably well worth whatever they were paying her to do a mediocre job as a secretary. From the entitled look of her, she was probably a total brat. Felt she was owed whatever she wanted. Probably got everything she ever wanted in life from her rich mother and father. Always had the latest designer clothes, the newest tech gadgets, got sent to the best schools… The girl certainly moved with the confidence of someone who believed she could get anything she wanted with just a simple shake of her rock-solid booty. That’s when I noticed something regrettable. My husband, Richy, was checking her out too. Just like every other guy. Ugh! Men! I’ve always been on the heavy side. Even when I was in my early twenties. I wasn’t obese like I am now, but I was certainly overweight. Since I never overate much, and lived an active life, I always figured my weight problem was thanks to my slow metabolism. But I suppose that doesn’t matter to my hubby, not when there’s a hot 23-year-old prancing around the office. I can understand why Richy might feel compelled to ogle a traditionally slim sorority hotty like her. I didn’t hate him for looking, I hated her, with her svelte frame and totally flat stomach. It should be a crime to look that good. Even being in the same room as her made me feel inferior, because at 43 years old, and 220lbs, I really was quite inferior when it came to appearance. It wasn’t until later in the workday that I heard from my friend Charlotte during my lunch break that the skinny b*tch had gotten into an altercation with her earlier down on the ground floor. I did my best to calm Charlotte down, but little did I know, I’d soon get into my own altercation with little Miss Caterina when I went to retrieve my lunch from the break room’s refrigerator. I get a meal subscription because I’m a mother of two and don’t always have time to cook. So, I go to get my lunch, but it’s not in the fridge. It’s gone. At first, I assumed I forgot to bring it in from my car, but then I noticed the empty box in the trash. Someone ate it, and when I looked out into the crowd of my colleagues eating their lunches, only one looked guilty when we made eye contact. “Caterina!” I accused loud enough to get most of the room’s attention. “What?” Caterina innocently asked in response to my accusation, while running her hands through her dark wavy hair. Her slender legs were accentuated by her heels and her extremely tight pencil skirt. “Did you eat the box of pasta that was in the fridge? That was my lunch!” I huffed, unable to hide the fact that I was feeling quite upset. “Well, did it have your name on it?” She wondered sounding less innocent now and more defensive. “No.” I replied regrettably. In response, she smiled confidently and feigned at being apologetic, “Whoops!” She got a few chuckles from the guys sitting around the break room. “At least apologize. You ate my lunch.” I growled contemplating what I could grab to eat from the vending machines in the hallway. “Look I did you a favor, that gut of yours doesn’t need any more carbs. YOU should be thanking ME.” Caterina deflected ludicrously in my mind, drawing a few more muffled laughs from the men present. Biting my lip, I took the high road and let it go. For now. I didn’t like being the fat butt of somebody else’s joke. So, I silently resolved to get my revenge. However, it was actually Caterina’s other victim of fat shaming, Charlotte, who’d witnessed my whole embarrassing exchange with her, who suggested the idea I already had bouncing around in my mind. Perhaps Caterina wouldn’t pick on other women because of their extra weight, if she was overweight herself! Together, we resolved to take Caterina down a peg no matter how long it took. Charlotte Our grand plan for revenge started slow, with observation. Diane was quite convincing in explaining how necessary it was to learn the habits of our unsuspecting prey before we took action and exploited them to our benefit. So, we waited and watched, patiently for our time to strike. It quickly became clear to us that Caterina had a habit of making herself a cup of coffee in the break room once every morning and afternoon. She always used the same low-fat hazelnut creamer, so Diane instructed me to buy a low-fat and extra creamy version of the creamer, but a different brand. I did as she said, then I gave the bottles to her, she took them home and expertly switched the labels. We waited until Caterina’s usual creamer was nearly empty to make the switch. I personally swapped the creamers late one afternoon after Caterina had already left work. The little skinny b*tch was none the wiser. That was, until the next morning when she tried it for the first time, luckily, I was there to throw her off the scent of our sabotage. “What’s the matter Caterina?” I innocently asked, while I fearfully watched the walking talking Mediterranean barbie doll inspect the label of her secretly fattening hazelnut creamer. “This brand of creamer just tastes way better than the one I usually use. I’m just having a look at the ingredients.” Caterina explained, as her sharp eyes darted to my plump physique, “Have you ever had this brand?” “What is that? Low-fat? No, I always use the extra creamy stuff in my coffee.” I chuckled trying to suppress the thrill I was getting from successfully deceiving the conceded brat in front of me. “Sorry, stupid question.” Caterina shrugged, as she bent over and placed the creamer back in the fridge. My eyes couldn’t help, but jealously scan Caterina’s pert posterior as she did so. Without even thinking I asked, “Do you do pilates or something? You have a fabulous figure.” “Mhh-hmm, every day, right after work.” Caterina hummed in a conceded tone, while she closed the fridge door and turned around, “You should consider joining me sometime.” Blushing red, I stammered in response, “I doubt I could keep up with you.” “They have beginner classes,” Caterina offered before approaching me, looking down on me in her heels, placing her hands on her hips and teasing, “And, maternity classes, if that’s more your speed.” “I’ll… umm… I’ll think about it. Thanks.” I bit my tongue, turning the other cheek and letting Caterina get away with her typical petty insults. “You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t mind, you’re in my way wide-load. I’ve gotta get back to work.” Caterina blurted nudging my doughy belly and forcing me to wobble to the side so she could pass. Flush with anger, after Caterina had left the room, I rushed to Diane’s cubical to share what I had just learned… Caterina I was awash with feelings of shame and self-loathing, as I sleepily stepped into my warm shower the morning after I’d ** given in and accepted a one-night stand with my ex. It had been weeks since I dumped Tory after starting my new job and yet I still couldn’t seem to fully wash my hands of him. He just had a way of fully satisfying me sexually, it was hard to find that finely tuned and practiced chemistry with anyone else. But now that I was making roughly double what he was bringing in on his lowly teacher salary, I knew I deserved better. I was working my perfectly formed ass off recently. Everyday it seemed like I had to skip the gym and stay late to help someone on something essential for the future of the office. The stress was killing me, but I didn’t let anyone know it. Letting the water hit my body, I enjoyed the warmth before turning around and stepping backward so I could wet my hair. Once that was accomplished, I grabbed my washcloth, soaped it up and began lathering up my arms, chest, and then my tummy. To my irritation, my normally flat stomach was bulging out obscenely far. I looked… puffy. “What the f*ck?” I cursed, resting my washcloth on the side of my shower and inspecting this unwelcome fleshy orb protruding from my midsection with both my hands. My skin was stretched tight and quite hard to the touch. Since my period was two weeks away, there was only one question on my mind regarding the serious bloating I was experiencing, “What the heck did I eat last night??” Pondering that question, I recalled going to a local bar to let off some steam, ordering nachos, a few drinks, but was that it?? My drunken memory seemed annoyingly incomplete. To make matters worse, as I was thinking, I heard my bathroom door open, which meant Tory was up. Before I could say anything or tell him to get out, he snuck into the shower with me and started running his hands up and down my body. It felt good. So, I let him continue. He grabbed my washcloth and started running soap across my breasts, then my swollen stomach. I turned around to hide my embarrassment, and he started massaging shampoo into my hair and massaging my temple. Then, he spoke… “You look so beautiful in the water…” For a moment, my self-conscious worries disappeared. I pressed my perfect ass right into his lap and felt that he was rock hard for me. Smiling with a horny excitement, I let out a little squeak of joy before he started bending me over and f*cking me raw. Just like I wanted. If I was sleepy when I entered the shower, I was wide awake when I left it. Also, for the first time since starting my new job, I was running late. While Tory called in sick, I rushed to my bedroom to get ready. My underwear felt tighter than usual, my c-cup breasts appeared to be overflowing my cups a little bit, but I thought nothing of it, I was in too much of a rush. So, I found a pretty skirt and hoisted it up my luscious legs and started squeezing it over my hips and ass. It took a little wiggling and a few impatient hops, but after a few moments all that was left to do was button the darn thing. To my irritation, my bloated stomach was too puffy for the unforgiving waistband. Try as I might, I couldn’t button the skirt. In the interest of time, I didn’t sweat it. I grabbed my period pants, a slim pair of grey slacks with a stretchy waistband I kept in the back of my closet that I hadn’t needed to wear in months. However, before I could attempt to slip into them, I had to free myself from my skirt. Taking them off was almost as tough as getting them on, but I managed to do it without breaking a sweat. Glancing at the time on my phone I tried to hurry up. I jumped into my period pants and tried to slip them on just like I always did, but to my embarrassment, the fabric caught about three-fourths of the way up my thighs. I gasped in horror as I realized what had happened. I, Caterina Bellucci, had shrunk my period pants in the wash. With a desperate energy, I fell back upon my bed, and kicked my legs up in the air over and over again while I tried to tug the slacks into place. I huffed and I puffed, and after a while, I finally got the slacks to cover my thighs, hips, and ass. All I had left to do was button them across my bloated midsection. I took ahold of both flaps and tried pulling them together. The waistband had a lot more give to it than my skirt, but it wasn’t enough. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring the flaps together enough to button them. I needed another inch or two. Taking a short break to catch my breath, I glared at the round shape of my midsection with anger. Sucking in my breath I attempted to make the roundness disappear, but I didn’t succeed. “Come on! This is what period pants are for!” I grunted, trying yet again to clasp the button together. This time, I was able to button them, but my sigh of relief was cut off by how much the pants were pinching into my waistline. It was so uncomfortable it was almost hard to breathe. Shallow breaths were all I could manage, lest I risk popping the button clean off my pants. Since I couldn’t very well walk into work with tight slacks and a bra, I turned my attention away from my aching midsection and toward finding a brighter button-down t-shirt to accent my dull slacks. Eventually I found a shirt that would look good, so I tried it on and started buttoning it up, but my breasts were making it difficult up top, and my puffy stomach gently pushing back against my efforts made it difficult down low. Gritting my teeth, I managed to button up what I needed to, but looking over myself in the mirror, I knew I had to change. I was able to eventually find a professional shirt that fit, but the act of doing so caused me to be late entering the office. Starved for some caffeine and quite hungry, for the first time, my self-control crumbled, I unbuttoned my slacks, and I gorged upon two donuts in the breakroom while I waited for my coffee to finish. The pastries tasted heavenly. So much so, that after double checking that the break room was empty, I grabbed one more to devour after I drank my coffee and before I began the arduous task of trying to button my slacks again… Diane It had only been a few months but the changes in Caterina’s figure were starting to become quite noticeable. This wasn’t my first rodeo sabotaging an unsuspecting colleague into blowing up a few dress sizes, but I must say with Charlotte’s help, this has been the most rapid expansion I’ve engineered so far. It all started with Caterina’s coffee creamer, the same way it had started when I fattened up Charlotte. Charlotte thought the extent of our sabotage was just in ensuring Caterina consumed a little extra fat with every cup of coffee, but in reality, I put a lot of time and research into the fattening cocktail Charlotte had placed within Caterina’s reach. In addition to the more fattening creamer, Caterina was unknowingly consuming a perfect mixture of weight gain powder, and appetite stimulants. Not only was each cup of coffee making her a little fatter, but it was also causing her impressive willpower to wilt away and vanish before our very eyes. When the little brat started working at the office, she wouldn’t even so much as look at the various candy dishes I’d littered around the place, but now, she’d linger any place I’d stashed some savory milk chocolate. Knowing her weakness, I had Charlotte place a bowl of them right by her desk and keep it filled to the brim each and every day so that when Caterina chose to indulge, she’d have no idea how much she was regularly consuming. Then there was the little matter of Caterina’s workout routine. Assigning her a little extra work toward the end of each and every day ensured that she’d be too late to attend her precious Pilates, and too tired to do anything else after she got off than lug her growing backside to a happy hour where she could eat and drink to her hearts content and beg that handsome ex-boyfriend of hers for sex afterwards. ‘I wonder what he thinks of Caterina’s weight gain?’ I thought to myself, as I reflected upon our efforts to teach the brat a lesson so far. At first, the change in Caterina’s figure wasn’t even noticeable. All we’d done was switch out her creamer, and get her desk switched to Charlotte’s old cubicle. It was far away from any windows and near a chilly air vent. With Caterina constantly cold at work now, her body’s natural response would be to adapt by laying down some fat for insulation. By limiting Caterina’s access to natural light, not only would we mess with her perfect tan, but her body’s natural hunger clock, hopefully increasing her appetite. Charlotte was convinced our efforts were too miniscule to have an effect, but I knew better. Since Caterina was very slender to begin with, I assured Charlotte that it would take some time before the pounds that were slowly clinging to her frame became obvious. After a month, Caterina’s defined physique was noticeably softening. The effect was most noticeable in her arms and thighs because she loved to expose those areas, but I figured her stomach was softening some too. After two months, her flat stomach was gone, replaced by a small amount of chub that was beginning to form the foundation of a belly. It was easy enough for Caterina to hide when she was standing up and sucking in, but difficult to completely obscure when she was sitting down. After three months, Caterina’s once pert bottom had started bulging out a little. All that time spent sitting and eating wasn’t doing her widening hips any favors either. The chub around her midsection had formed a slight gut, her breasts had started noticeably swelling, and her thighs were growing thicker. Her clothes were getting too tight for her and whispers around the office began to circulate that Caterina might be pregnant. Now, four months into this revenge endeavor, Caterina had to have gained at least 25 or 30lbs since starting work at the office. Her face finally looked to be carrying the slightest amount of extra weight, her slender arms had beefed-up ever so slightly, and she was starting to develop some womanly chunk to her expanding waistline. At some point recently, she must have come to grips with her inadequate wardrobe and started buying pieces in larger sizes, because she was still gaining weight, but wasn’t spilling out of her outfits like she used to. That being said, she was still filling out her clothing quite nicely and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t take long before she’d be due to go up another size or two lest she risk a wardrobe malfunction at work. Wanting to see her swelling body again up close, I moseyed over to her cubicle, carrying a Tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies I’d baked at home the night before. Charlotte had given them a taste-test early and swore to me that they were irresistible. So, once I was near enough, I called out, “Hey Caterina! Want a cookie?” “No thanks Diane. I’m busy.” The brat replied, while she took her feet off of her desk and started pretending like she was actually doing something. She thought I couldn’t see what she was up to, but I knew. “Are you sure? It’s a new recipe. Here, smell!” I urged, shoving the container I was holding right in her face. She resisted, trying to push the container away, but despite her struggle, she caught a whiff of my cookies. “If you promise to leave me alone, I’ll have one bite.” Caterina compromised rising to her feet and holding out her hand for one. I could spy her try to suck in her little beer belly as she did so. Blinking, my eyes noticed Caterina didn’t appear as strikingly tall as usual. She still looked to be two inches taller than me, so perhaps she’d traded in her five-inch heels for much more appropriate three-inch heels like mine. On top of that observation, I could see that Catrina was wearing a black skirt of longer length than she usually wore, an unbuttoned black blazer, and no provocative pantyhose. She was certainly dressed more modestly than usual, perhaps to conceal the extent of her embarrassingly fast weight gain. “Sure, here you go.” I smiled, handing Carina a cooking and sanding by as she took a meager bite. “Mhh!” Caterina hummed clearly taken aback by the great taste. “How is it?” I smugly questioned, knowing the answer before I asked. “Incredible!” Caterina enthused, while she proceeded to take bite after bite until the cookie was no more. “Glad you liked it. If you change your mind and want some more, I’ll leave these puppies in the break room.” I smiled, as I noticed the way Caterina’s eyes longed for just a little more of what I had to offer. For a moment I thought she might swallow her pride and ask for another, but she managed to hold off. I was sure she’d venture down to the breakroom before long and get her greedy cookie fix. I was also sure that one day, maybe soon, maybe not so soon, I’d break that pride Caterina was still clinging to. It was only a matter of time… Caterina “Oof… When did this dress get sooo tight?? I *Ugh!* JUST bought this!” I vented to myself, as I tried in vain to zip up my skimpy Ms. Clause outfit yet again. Each time my efforts failed to produce any progress, my patience continued to rapidly evaporate, and my irritation grew more and furious. Time was wasting, if I dilly-dallied much longer, I’d be late for the office’s holiday party. What made my situation even worse was that my hair, which I’d fashioned into loose curls, and makeup, looked irresistible. I was even sporting some bright red lipstick and wearing a pair of bold peep toe heels to match my red outfit. Yet, I couldn’t for the life of me squeeze into my d*mn dress! I’d even bitten the bullet and uncomfortably squeezed myself into a pair of newly purchased spanx since I’d outgrown my old ones. ‘So why wasn’t this working??’ I thought to myself in a panic, ‘Shapewear is supposed to make fitting into tight clothes easier!’ “What’s the problem???” I growled to myself, as my frustration caused me to give up on my efforts and dip my hand once again into the box of deliciously creamy gourmet chocolates that my secret admirer at work had slipped onto my desk yesterday wrapped in a pretty decorative bow along with a sexy little love note attached which read: “Dear Caterina, I can’t help but appreciate how your curves have blossomed over these last few months. Every time you walk by my desk, my heart skips a beat. The other day when I saw you bend over to grab a snack from the fridge, I nearly lost control. The thought of being with you is driving me crazy. You grow more beautiful each and every day. As always, these chocolates are a token of my affection, enjoy every bite my flawless goddess. Sincerely, Your Secret Admirer” “Mhh!” I hummed as a piece of creamy milk chocolate, quickly followed by four more, graced my tongue and slowly dulled my irritation, helping me calm down. Gazing into my bedroom mirror for answers, the issue was obvious to me. The dress’s velvety red fabric with white lace trim didn’t have any stretch to it… and… my body wasn’t as slender and fit as it used to be. Spanx could work wonders, not miracles. So, I wiggled out of my dress and lingered in front of my mirror in nothing but my unattractive spanx. It pained me to admit it, but I’d put on some weight recently. Well… Some more weight. At first, I’d hoped my clothes might just be shrinking in the dryer, but I was in denial. A month ago, after six months at my new job, I weighed myself during a doctor’s visit and discovered I’d gained 50 pounds since starting my sedentary secretary job. 50 pounds was undeniable. At 173lbs, I was mortified by how much fatter I’d become. I didn’t mind having much larger tits, but swelling zeppelins weren’t worth packing on the pounds everywhere else. My formerly trim stomach had ballooned into a soft mound of plump, jiggly chub. I had a muffin top where my abs used to be! My thighs had accumulated a layer of thick juicy fat. They never used to rub together, or spread out when I sat down, but now my thighs did both! My ass had grown thicker, flabbier, and wider. It was like I’d grown a heavy and squishy wrecking ball back there! Its expansion made it difficult for me to fit into my more seductive office outfits, so I had to switch to wearing less-appealing pantsuits most days. I’d bought my Ms. Clause outfit for the office’s holiday party the day after my doctor’s visit. Since it didn’t fit me anymore, that meant that I’d gained even more weight since then. Did I weigh more than 180lbs? 190lbs? 200lbs? Surely not more than 200lbs… Hopefully. I’d comfort eaten quite a bit over the last month, but not enough to put on 30 pounds in one month, that would be insane. Besides, my dress wasn’t fitting, but I didn’t look that different. ‘Or do I?’ I self-consciously thought to myself. Checking myself out in the mirror more closely, my thoughts were racing, ‘My face hasn't changed much, right? Or has it? Were my cheeks always this full looking? Was my jawline always so soft? A slight double chin was new, wasn’t it? These changes couldn’t have just happened in a month, could they??’ My biceps used to be firm and well-defined, just like my triceps, but now they were starting to look softer and fuller than they’d once been. My breasts had grown so much heavier that they’d become less perky than they used to be. Puffy love handles adorned my sides, but the soft layer of adipose tissue I’d accumulated around my middle pooled most heavily just under my belly button, causing my bulging lower belly to strain the fabric of my spanx. I’d tried to eat healthier this month. I’d tried to be more active. It was just so hard to get back into a good routine. I was too out of shape to start up again at the gym right away and work was so demanding. I couldn’t resist indulging in my little chocolaty guilty pleasures to help get myself through my busy days. I knew my overindulgent diet was my kryptonite, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d lost my self-control. Sex used to be my outlet, not food, but around the time I graduated to size 12 dress pants, Tory quit answering my texts. He claimed he was fed up with being a bonafide booty call, but I suspected that wasn’t the truth. Recently, as I’ve let myself go more and more each passing month, I’ve noticed my effect on men has clearly diminished. So much so that it has been weeks since I’ve gotten any action. Even my guy friends in the office seem to be ignoring me now. My new office friends, Diane and Charlie, keep telling me that my standards are just too high, but I’ve always had high standards and being picky with whom I sleep with has never been a problem until now. I figure my best hope to break my dry spell is to flush my secret admirer out of hiding. The men who work in my office are mostly all up to my standards and my secret admirer has been sounding desperate to f*ck me for weeks. I was confident my sexy Ms. Clause outfit would be stimulating enough to lure him out of hiding, but since it won’t fit, I’m not left with any good options. I could skip the party entirely, spare myself some embarrassment, but pass on the chance for sex. Or I could attend the party and sully my reputation even further by wearing the only Christmas themed outfit that I know will fit my heavier body. A pair of my mother’s jeans that I accidentally stole the last time I visited her and an ugly Christmas sweater I stole from Tory years ago. Swallowing my pride, and the last of the chocolates, I chose the second option… Diane Charlotte and I couldn’t resist admiring our handiwork, as Caterina waddled toward us with her ** lunch in hand. It looked like she’d grabbed some Burger King from across the street again. I raised my arm to greet her with a wave, and Caterina did the same in reply. Although, by raising her chubby arm above her head to wave, her overly tight top began riding up enough to reveal her soft pale belly pouch oozing over the waistband of her slacks. Blushing with embarrassment once she realized what happened, Caterina tried to awkwardly tuck her shirt back in with her free hand but was struggling. Her outfit was too tight for her fattened frame and consequently she wasn’t as coordinated as she used to be. Ever since the holiday party six months ago, it seemed like Caterina had given up all effort to fight the fat that continued finding its way onto her rapidly expanding figure. Her torso had rounded, softened and expanded to the point that it nearly rivaled my own blubbery **-belly, and her awe-inspiring posterior now nearly rivaled Charlie’s in size. She put us both to shame in the breast department, but her swollen breasts were not enough to salvage her reputation among the horny men in the office. Long gone were the days she’d been the slender envy of the office strutting around in five-inch heels, now she was just another 250-pound secretary forced to wear flats because of her elevated weight. It had taken a full year, but our revenge plan was clearly a resounding success. Caterina’s perfect figure had ballooned to the point she had even more pinchable inches around her tubby body than I did! No more short sexy skirts for her. No, no, no. She hadn’t worn anything remotely sexy in over half a year. She was only 10 or 15-pounds shy of reaching Charlie’s weight. It was karma at its finest. It was a treat to see the brat grow rounder and softer before our very eyes all year long. It was even more of a treat to keep up the devilish little charade considering how easy it had become to keep fattening up our formerly formidable prey. “Hey ladies, thanks for saving me a seat.” Caterina happily hummed, as she rested her plump backside next to Charlie across from me, wiped some sweat from her glistening forehead and caught her breath. The journey across the street had become an arduous one for the newfound fatty and trying to tuck her shirt back in had also proved laborious for the heavyweight brat. As she began unwrapping what appeared to be a triple decker burger, Caterina prattled, “Anything new?” “Not really.” Charlie sighed before taking another bite of her pasta. “Nothing much. I made some brownies last night. Stuck them in the break room fridge.” I hummed offhandedly. “Mhh! I’ll have to try some after lunch.” Caterina enthused after gulping down another bite of her burger. I couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten anything other than fast food for lunch. “Me too!” Charlie happily agreed, jiggling in her seat in her straining pink pantsuit. I’d trained them both so well, I couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction to myself. Even though I hadn’t lost any weight over the past year, I’d actually put on 10 pounds, Charlie had gained about 25 and Caterina had gained no less than 125 pounds. So, by comparison, I actually looked a little thinner when I was sitting next to them. My husband even told me as much. “So, Caterina… How goes the hunt for your elusive secret admirer?” I inquired, knowing full well that Charlie had been the one writing her all those silly raunchy love notes on and off for the majority of the last year. It was a brilliant addition to our sabotage plan; one I wish I’d thought of myself. “The hunt is dead at the moment.” Caterina gossiped, before pausing to enjoy a hearty bite of her big burger. She was already halfway done with eating it. With her mouth full, she continued, “I’m pretty sure he’s one of the married guys around here. Probably why he never has the balls to make a move.” “Better not be trying to steal my Richy.” I joked leaning over the table and playfully tapping Caterina’s chubby arm with a little jab. “Haha, I wish. Your husband’s hot.” Caterina joked in complementary fashion. I couldn’t help but smile. As much as I disliked Caterina, she was growing on me. Especially now that she’d fattened up to the point I knew she wasn’t a threat to my marriage anymore. Charlie couldn’t help laughing at her antics, “Hahaha! Good luck with that, I’ve been trying to steal Richy for years!” “Have you?” I giggled knowing Charlie was just teasing. As the laughing died down, Caterina’s eating continued. Charlie and I both watched the glutton in front of us polish off her triple decker burger, and large fries in record time. Grasping her belly once she was finished, I could tell Caterina was trying to hold in a belch, so I leaned over and gave her a hearty pat on her soft girthy belly. “*Buuuurppp!*” Caterina loudly belched, blushing in response to the sound. “There you go. How was it?” I smiled, leaning back toward my side of the table. “Really good. I’m thirsty though.” Caterina admitted trying to regain her composure. “Why don’t you grab some more coffee, and some brownies while you’re at it?” I suggested innocently. “Great idea. I could use a pick me up.” Caterina nodded, as she struggled to stand up and then waddled away from us toward the break room’s refrigerator. “Look at her go.” I couldn’t resist giggling to Charlie now that Caterina was out of earshot. “I know, she’s really one of us now.” Charlie hummed, as she rotated her hefty body and got a look at the width Caterina’s hips now sported. However, turning back toward me, Charlie said something surprising, “It’s been fun getting back at Caterina, but I’ve gotta admit. I’m starting to feel a little guilty. I mean, we really made her pack on the pounds. She’s almost as fat as I am. I was thinking maybe we could call this whole revenge thing a win and maybe try and move on. I mean, she’s really not so bad anymore, is she? What do you think?” For a moment, I couldn’t hide my disappointment. I always knew Charlie’s resolve was only a fraction of my own, but I didn’t expect her to want to quit now that we had Caterina right where we wanted her, literally eating out of the palm of our hands! Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself and formulated a contingency plan. “I agree, it’s turning into overkill at this point, but…” I paused appealing to Charlie’s ditzy vanity, “don’t you want the satisfaction of knowing Caterina’s fatter than you are???” “I… I guess.” The dumb blonde stammered struggling to make up her mind. “Then let’s keep this going. At least until we fatten the brat up to the point she’s bigger than you are. Agreed?” I proposed, twisting the proverbial knife into my friend’s gullible stomach. It took a few moments for Charlie to mull it over. She was probably thinking that since Caterina was only a few pounds lighter than her at the moment, our revenge sabotage wouldn’t continue that much longer either way. Seemingly pleased with my proposal, Charlie nodded her blissfully ignorant head and muttered sweetly, “Agreed.” I was annoyed Charlotte wanted to show mercy on the fat brat and ease off our sabotage, but since I managed to keep her in line with a new goal, there was now some wiggle room that I could exploit. If we wouldn’t stop until Caterina outweighed Charlie, all I needed to do to ensure Caterina kept growing was to ensure that Charlie kept growing too... Charlotte I knew I was in trouble the moment the restaurant told us they didn’t have any free tables, just a free booth. Maybe a year ago, this wouldn’t have been a problem for me, but now it certainly was. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I didn’t say anything. I followed Diane and Caterina over to the booth, let them each squeeze in before me. Fitting into the booth was no trouble for Diane, but I could tell it wouldn’t be an easy fit for Caterina. As I tried wedging myself as best I could into the spot next to Diane, Caterina was still struggling to shimmy her own corpulent body into the booth on the opposite side. Seeing me struggle, Caterina commented, “It’s a tight squeeze, isn’t it?” “Sure is.” I agreed, as I tried to suck in by belly as best I could. “Need some help?” She offered giving up momentarily on her own efforts to fit. “Umm… Sure.” I muttered unsure of myself. Waddling two steps over to me, Caterina leaned her considerable weight into me while I tried to suck in my gut yet again. Somehow, with her help, I managed to wiggle just over half of my ass onto the seat before needing to suck in some air. When my belly expanded to its rightful size, I knew I wasn’t going to make it any further. The table was digging into my fat so much that the top part of my belly was literally sticking out onto the table. Like Caterina, over the past year I’d put on an excessive amount of weight, and I couldn’t be more embarrassed about it. I remembered feeling like a fatty at 255lbs, but now, closer to 385lbs, I looked and felt like a blob. Caterina was maybe 10 or 15-pounds above or below my weight, but it was honestly hard for me to tell. Since she didn’t seem able to fit herself into the booth on her own either, my guess that we might be even in weight at the moment. Although, as she struggled, eventually she was able to squeeze herself mostly into the booth on her own. Although, like me, her belly was also spilling out onto the table. Compared to us, Diane looked pretty fit, although I know she weighed closer to 240lbs now. “So what were we thinking? A couple of deep-dish pizza’s? Buffalo wings? A few pitchers of beer?” Diane smiled knowing Caterina and I were too gluttonous to refuse a chance to pig out. “Sounds yummy.” Caterina hummed, as she gazed over the drink menu. “Maybe we should order a house salad too?” I proposed yearning for some greens. “House salad? How about onion rings?” Diane countered, getting Caterina’s attention. “Yes, onion rings for sure!” The Mediterranean meatball blurted obediently. Caterina was a lost cause. She’d fallen under Diane’s spell, just like me. I knew arguing would only land me more food on my plate, so I conceded and consented to our massive food order. Obedience was the only thing Diane respected. Fattening up Caterina for revenge had been my idea, so had ending our efforts, but for Diane, I realized far too late that it was never about getting even for her, it was just an obsession. She wanted every woman in our office obese for the sake of… I don’t know… perhaps control? Either way, it didn’t matter. Having learned Diane’s methods, at some point over this past year I realized she was fattening me up too. At first, I wanted to do something about it, but soon I realized there was nothing I could do. I was never as clever as Diane, and now I was far too fat and weak to resist her bad influence. At this point, like it or not, I was just along for the ride. Once our food arrived at our table, Caterina and I got to eating like the well-trained cow’s we were. Whenever one of our plates was starting to get empty, Diane would slap some more grub on there for us to unconsciously consume. After a while, my throat grew a little numb from swallowing down so much hot pizza, but I didn’t dare slow down. If I let Caterina outpace me, I knew Diane would make me pay for it later. So I continued eating until my stomach began warning me enough was enough. I unbuttoned my trousers, tried to sit up straight, and give myself some room to breathe, but what minimal relief I could find didn’t last long. “Waste not, want not.” Diane ordered, as she lifted a buffalo wing from my plate to my messy lips. “Ugh… I guess one more won’t hurt.” I nearly moaned from the pain I was feeling in my center. “That’s the spirit.” Caterina chimed in, as she delved into the last of the onion rings. When the feast was all said and done, I’d eaten so much I was completely stuck in the booth thanks to my distended belly. I discretely tried to squeeze myself free, but my efforts were in vain and quickly got the attention of Diane and Caterina. “What are you doing Charlie?” Diane asked with a perverse smile on her face, “Are you ready to go? Or what?” “Just a second…” I hummed praying by some miracle that I might just free myself and spare myself the humiliation of having to ask my friends to help free me. I braced my hands against the table's edge and pushed against it, trying to slide myself out of the booth. I pushed as hard as I could, but my efforts produced no results. I was too fat and weak to free myself from the pressure the table was putting against my flesh. In desperation, I tried wiggling, but the flesh of my bulging stomach was still pressing into the table. I heaved against the table a couple more times, but to no avail. Now breathing heavily, sweating lightly, and my face reddening with humiliation, I resorted to asking for help… “Um, sorry, but I'm a little stuck here and could use some help getting out of my seat…” Caterina’s catty response was sadly way too predictable, “I think this is a sign that maybe you should stop eating out so much. Fatty.” “You’re lucky I’m stuck you freaking brat otherwise I’d…” I began to threaten, as Diane silenced me by placing her hand on my stomach. It felt cold and wet. It took me a moment, but I soon realized she was using some ice from her cup of water to essentially grease the edge of the table for me. Without a word, once she was done, I tried to force myself free, Diane provided some help by pushing against my mushy side. After a few grunts of effort my belly slid free and I was able to wobble to my feet and wheeze in some air for the first time since I’d sat down. “Thank god…” I gasped feeling relieved. “You’re welcome.” Diane giggled, as she maneuvered her own bulky body out of the booth now that I wasn’t blocking her in anymore, “Need a ride home Caterina?” “No thanks, I think I’m gonna have some dessert and then try my luck at the bar.” The obese brat replied, as she waved ‘goodbye’ to each of us. As Diane basically started rolling me to her car, I managed to sneak a glance back toward Caterina and smirked once I realized she was having some trouble now squeezing out of the booth herself! Caterina My face turned a deeper shade of red once I realized that like Charlie, two minutes ago, I too had become so fat and out of shape that I’d wedged myself stuck in the booth same as her. Except now, I didn’t have anyone to help me free myself! “This is not happening…” I murmured to myself, as I tried forcing myself free, but my blubber didn’t want to budge an inch, my belly was too big, “This isn’t happening…” But it was happening. In the span of two years since graduating college and landing my first job as a secretary I’d transformed into the very thing I once hated. A helpless fat blob. My family loved teasing me about it every time I traveled home, and so did all my skinny friends from college whenever I ran into any of them. How did it come to this? It seemed like yesterday that my body had been absolutely flawless. Now I couldn’t even convince my ex-boyfriend to pity f*ck me… My value on the dating market was at an all-time low. What was I even thinking trying my luck at the bar? It had been a year since I’d found someone ** enough to have sex with me like they were actually interested… I was probably better off turning tail and engaging in my typical nightly ritual nowadays, fixing myself several scoops of ice cream covered in hot sauce and whipped cream, and then masturbating to my heart’s content once I was well and truly stuffed. However, while I was wallowing in my own self-pity, I suddenly noticed someone standing nearby staring at my fat fleshy body with a puzzled look on her face. She was young, pretty fit looking, probably in college, dressed to impress, and her thick hair was dyed blue. “What are you looking at???” I growled trying to get this onlooker’s eyes off me. “Umm, I dunno, let me think,” She replied, before approaching, sitting down across from me, and giving my helplessly fat body a glance over thoughtfully, before responding in a sassy condescending tone, “Looks like you’re stuck. Am I right?” I didn’t know how to respond to such insolence, eventually not knowing what else to do while this ** stranger ogled my fat tits, I just spat out the truth, “I am…” “How’d you let that happen?” The blue haired girl asked with a satisfied smirk on her face. “I ate too much tonight, okay?” I blushed, unable to escape this girl’s scrutiny. The way she was looking at me made me feel strange. It was like she was eye-f*cking me hardcore. “Just tonight? If I ate too much tonight, I doubt I’d find myself stuck in your situation.” She replied now smiling and biting down on her tongue, as if really trying to restrain herself from saying something else before I responded. “I work a very stressful sedentary job, okay? I’ve put on some weight since I graduated college.” I managed to blurt trying to preserve a single shred of my dignity right now. “Some?” The blue haired girl zeroed in on, “So, you were pretty fat in college, huh?” Flush with rage the moment I heard her spit out that condescending ‘huh’ I tried to wiggle free once again, only to cause myself to start sweating. Forced to say something to vent my irritation with the present embarrassing circumstances, I growled, “I wasn’t fat at all in college!! I was fitter than you are you little twerp!” “Oh wow, so you really must have let yourself go since graduation. When did you graduate? Ten years ago?” The little brat teased playfully, as if trying to rile me up. Her efforts succeeded and I struggled some more to free myself. In my brain, once I got free I was going to strangle this b*tch, but my energy exhausted itself long before I could move myself even an inch closer to freedom. Forced to respond yet again, I growled, “Ugh! Do I look like I’m in my thirties???” “Kinda hard to tell. It’s always hard to tell with really fat girls like you.” She teased yet again, this time really seeming to enjoy the way my plump cheeks were burning red from embarrassment. “I’m 25!” I barked in my defense. “Wow.” The college girl hummed looking impressed. “Wow, what??” I wanted to know. Changing the subject slightly, the blue haired devil sitting in front of me smugly teased, “Don’t you know if you’re too big to fit in a booth, you should probably stop eating out so much?” “Ugh! Why you little!” I gasped. I could see the smug satisfaction in her eyes. She was force-feeding me my own words that I’d used to tease Charlie earlier! How long had this brat been spying on me? And what possible purpose could she have for humiliating me like this?? Did I wrong her in a past life or something?? She wasn’t… flirting with me… was she?? “Hmhm! I’m sorry, just teasing. I heard you say something along those lines to your blonde friend and couldn’t resist dishing it back at you.” The girl giggled, leaning back into the booth and eyeing my stomach once again. “What’s your problem?! Who even are you??” I demanded to know. “The name’s Amber. And my problem? My problem is… I find you insanely attractive, but you’re probably not batting for my team. If you know what I mean.” Amber revealed much to my astonishment. I was being held hostage by a lesbian who apparently had a crush on my swollenly obese fat ass. “You’re kidding.” I muttered not knowing what else to say. “Afraid not. So, am I right?” She inquired hopefully. “You’re right I’m not a lesbian!” I muttered as fast as I could in response. “Shame. I was planning on offering to help you out of your embarrassing predicament in exchange for… well… It doesn’t matter now I guess.” She reasoned, standing up in seductive fashion and taking a step away from the table before adding, “I guess you’ll have to beg a waiter to help you out of that booth. Good luck.” The thought of having to ask the help for… help, was beyond me. In desperation I quickly pleaded, “Wait! I’m not a lesbian, but in college, I did experiment with one of my friends.” “Oh yeah?” Amber echoed, sitting back down and leaning in closer to me, “Did you enjoy experimenting with your friend?” After gulping down my embarrassment and humiliation, I muttered truthfully, “I did.” “Do you think you might enjoy… experimenting with me if I help you out of that booth?” Amber seductively inquired, slowly using her fingers to walk her hand across the table toward my flabby belly. Watching her hand get closer and closer, I felt my heart beating faster. Wiping some sweat from my chubby face I muttered truthfully yet again, “I might.” “You’re not just saying that?” Amber doubted arching her head with some suspicion. “Scouts honor.” I promised, but Amber didn’t seem convinced. “Bullsh*t. Why should I believe you?” She questioned. It took me a moment to respond, because the truth was hard to say, but eventually I managed to slowly spit it out, “It’s been over a year since I’ve slept with someone. I’m desperate okay. If you wanna f*ck me, I’ll take it. I’ll take anything I can get at this point.” Having said that, Amber’s smile erupted from her face and the slender girl quickly slid under the table and popped up next to me on the inside of the booth. The next thing I knew she put her one hand on my blubbery belly, another on my right breast, and started shoving. Feeling her hands sink into my doughy blubber, somehow felt… stimulating. “Oof, you’re a big girl…” Amber noted much to my embarrassment, as her efforts to free me bore no fruit and she quit putting pressure on me for a moment, “We are going to have to try this a different way. Don’t move.” “I… I can’t.” I reminded her a bit astonished by what she just said. The girl must have been more ** than I thought, “I’m stuck. Remember?” “Hahaha! Oh right, sorry! Sorry!” Amber squeaked, as she nimbly lifted her toned legs up from under the table, turned her back against me, and then used her legs against the wall to really start pushing me. The girl’s legs were much stronger than her arms, because immediately I started to hear the table creaking. Then, my blubber started moving. The further Amber’s slender back sank into my cushy side, the further I slowly slid out from the booth until, with a body-wide jiggle, I popped out and fell onto the floor with Amber quickly sliding out of the booth the same instant and landing flat on top of me. “Wow. You’re so squishy!” Amber cheered sneaking a squeeze of my left breast. “Help me up before you feel me up!” I demanded, as Amber did just that. It took a bit of effort to get me back on my feet, but once I was there, I took stock of how I was feeling. I massaged my belly, while Amber watched, it was sore from being crushed against the table like that. “You know, I could massage that for you.” She offered sounding as desperate to touch me as I was for a one-night stand. I could feel her eyes on my thick roll of flesh that spilled out over my too-tight waistband. Her desire was intoxicating for someone like me so long deprived of receiving that kind of sexual interest from someone else. “Maybe we could find somewhere private to do that?” I softly countered acutely aware of how much attention my fall had directed toward me in this restaurant. “Good idea, you lead the way.” Amber agreed, as my plump fingers interlocked with her skinny ones, and we walked out of the establishment hand in hand. Once outside, we staggered into the back of an uber, and sat next to each other like well-behaved young adults until we got dropped off at my apartment. The closer we got to my bedroom, the more palpable the sexual tension became. Once in my bedroom, Amber helped me strip naked before forcefully pushing me into my bed. I’d never had sex with someone who prefered bigger girls, much less a young woman who fancied me specifically for my fat, so the foreplay was completely new to me. Amber left me lying in bed while she raided my pantry. Upon her return I got hand fed, and my belly rubbed at the same time. Never before had I been made to feel rewarded for my gluttonous eating habits. Being fed was actually turning me on. I could have let her keep feeding me and rubbing me forever, but before long we ran out of food. Before I knew what was happening, her hands and mouth were all over me, exploring every inch of my expansive body. She started touching me in places that I couldn’t even reach, it was like my body was her personal playground. She couldn’t keep her hands off my doughy gut, or her mouth off my swollen breasts, but eventually, as she sucked on my tits, one of her hands moved south and started rubbing my clit. Feeling her hands slip under my rolls and folds… slowly massaging me just right had me so turned on. I was getting close to climaxing, just from her touching me, but before I could, she paused and made an odd request. “Could you make piggy noises while I go down on you?” I wanted to refuse her humiliating request, but I was too desperate for her to continue ravishing my body, so swallowing my pride, instead of answering with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ I just snorted like a pig. As I continued degrading myself for her amusement, Amber went down on me and, let me tell you, she knew how to get me off faster and harder than any guy ever has. Even Tory. Winded after it was all said and done, I lay exhausted in my bed, too heavy, swollen, and tired to move anymore. Then Amber rose to her feet, her body glistening and naked, just as flawless as my own body had once been before I’d beefed up to my current unrecognizable state. Gazing upon me with lust, her fingers began pleasuring herself as I watched her literally get off to my shear fatness. It didn’t take her long to get close. I even threw in a few more pig noises to help her get over the edge. When it was all said and done, Amber cuddled up to me in bed tightly squeezing my fat belly. “So, you really… find my fat… sexy?” I asked, still a little out of breath from my climax earlier. “So sexy.” Amber promised me, as she planted a warm kiss tenderly upon my chubby cheek and for the first time in a long time, I went to bed with a newfound hope for my future romantic endeavors. Diane Sitting in the break room for lunch as usual, I had to admit, as much as I had enjoyed watching Caterina and Charlotte blimp up over the last three years, my expert sabotage was starting to make me unacceptably fat as a consequence. It turns out hanging out with two obese fatties who are always stuffing their faces isn’t good for one’s waistline. I stepped on the scale last week and saw a number that I have never seen before: 302 pounds. I wasn’t happy with that number, and neither was my husband. Now, I was still 200 pounds slimmer than either Caterina or Charlotte, but that didn’t make a whole heck of a lot of difference to me anymore. Sure, I was skinny by comparison, but rolling myself out of bed in the morning was becoming increasingly more difficult for me. I needed to lose some weight. So, when Caterina heaved herself up to grab some coffee from the fridge, I informed Charlie: “I’m thinking of going on a diet.” Charlotte Hearing Diane express that, a little devil on my obese shoulder gave me a great idea. “I’ll help you lose weight!” I announced. I wanted to tell her that she was only a few gym visits away from perfection, but I didn’t want to tip her off to what I was planning. “Would you? That would mean the world to me!” Diane replied, while I imagined Diane’s plump body fattening up all over just like she’d done to Caterina and me. “Anything for you Diane.” I smiled back, as I began to ponder ways to sabotage her into blowing up into a 500-pound blimp just like the rest of us. She thought she’d broken me, but I’d show her. I knew it… I’d get my revenge if it was the last thing I ever did. Looking over at the walking talking Mediterranean dough girl, bending over into the fridge, I knew I had one potential ally to help me. I couldn’t help feeling for what I’d help do to the poor girl. Like me, she was the butt of everyone’s jokes in the office nowadays. Our handsome new boss especially loved to tear her a new one in front of everybody. Even now, I could see him walking up behind her and yell, “Go on keep it up and you’ll end up heavier than the fridge Caterina!” Caterina Smiling in response to Harvey’s teasing, I wiggled my mammoth ass for him to enjoy and then waddled my way back toward my friend’s lunch table, doing my best to conceal how horny he was making me feel. There’s a policy against hooking up with our bosses, but he invited me over for drinks one night shortly after he replaced the old guy and he f*cked my obese ass all night on his couch. The sex wasn’t even the hottest part. It was keeping the secret. At work now, he took any excuse he got to tease me in front of our coworkers… and the sexual tension just escalated each and every day until he f*cked me again. I never thought my life would go the way it has, but finally, I’m getting a taste of what I’ve always wanted. The End
  6. GirlOnGirl•Forcefeed•Funnel•GainerShake ✨My skinny, submissive girlfriend, Jennifer (Jennie for short) @jennifersbody finally agreed to let me feed her.✨ First, I handcuff her wrists behind her back to give you an incredible view of her gut as I funnel it full of melty weight-gain shake. She struggles with every gulp, her face contracting with every pour. As she begins to bloat I pull down her pants to reveal more of her belly and start filling her through other means, spitting it into her mouth, and then pouring it down her throat straight from the carafe. By the end, she is a cute, messy, bloated mess. What a sight to behold. I might be biased, but you don't want to miss.
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  7. We're sat in the gym teacher's office just as they walk in for a meeting we all arranged. We explain that the "diet" they've been helping us with isn't working, but we're unsure as to why seeing as we followed their instructions exactly! Loading up on carbs, moving as little as possible, then during gym class following their workout instructions which seem to be getting more & more difficult 😩 in reality we've both gained a lot of weight, therefore of course they're more difficult! After talking about how hard exercise is getting, clothes not fitting and our forever expanding bellies, the gym teacher explains that this is totally normal... it just takes a few months to start working. Trusting them we both agree to keep following their plan! 🐷 (This clip is a custom clip hence the higher price range!)
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  8. When fat camp takes a turn… When we saw the advertisement prior this is never what we could have imagined…. Or even dreamed... We were so excited for fat camp and the prospect of spending the summer together working on our selves and our bodies! We were promised we would leave toned and in great shape, looking like models 😍 though when we arrive were lead to a room filled with delicious carb heavy treats! Pizza, burgers, garlic bread, desserts... this has to be a test we thought. But instead we're told we can sit back, pick a movie and begin to dig in! We can eat anything we want? So we do just that! We load up our plates and begin to devour it all! We grow huge and bloated but can't seem to stop ourselves, I mean we did pay a lot to be here afterall... we continue and top it all off with some mouth watering cheesecake! We start to get full but that’s when sodas are brought out! Of course we can never resist! So we begin to down them too. Our attention is slowly being taken by the pain in our bellies, we’re beginning to get full. Our bellies look rounder than when we walked in and we’re afraid we might burst. When we're done we're informed that this was just our welcome and we should expect to push ourselves even more over the next three weeks! We don’t understand why but we enjoyed it so much and are excited for the next day which we’re warned will be even bigger! today was just a welcome after all… the real fattening will begin soon! We have no idea what we have signed up for but perhaps it's shaping up to be our best summer yet! 😍🐷 If you enjoyed we would greatly appreciate your review💓
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  9. This clips contains gym teacher role play, exercise/stretching fail and donuts! It's been 2 months since they met with their gym teacher, and the "diet" still isn't producing the results they want. The gym teacher suggested to them that perhaps more calories were needed, that maybe their bodies had gone into "starvation mode". So they had both been very persistent with eating large quantities of highly calorific foods in an attempt to lose weight. When the gym teacher walks in for another consultation they are met with them both holding donuts. They explain that they've become completely addicted to sugary treats and how they experience withdrawals when they can't eat them. They complain about their weight gain and how they have become utterly HUGE. To prove it they do some basic stretches sitting down but quickly become exhausted thanks to their high calroie diet and quite extreme weight gains. Exhausted and in need of more "energy" they scarve down their donuts as if starving. The gym teacher barely even makes them do exercise in class anymore. Instead letting them eat after just a few minutes of incredibly EASY exercise and rewarding them with food for even a few stretches. They're obviously confused as they're barely burning any calories at all, each excercise becoming increasingly more difficult. They were both only slightly overweight prior to getting help with their weightloss, yet both are now far bigger than they ever thought they'd be! Though they're reassured yet again that it's just part of the process still somehow unaware of their teachers scheme to fatten them up! (This clip is a custom video hence the higher price range!)
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  10. The Final Mission by Jack Knowles Colonel Steve Trevor was America's mostly intensively trained and finely honed operative. He'd started his career fresh out of college as a fighter pilot, eventually becoming the premier test pilot for cutting edge jets. But he used his status to pull out of the program and transfer to start out at the bottom in Special Forces, beginning with boot camp, a training regime so rigorous that more than half the twenty year olds washed out. At thirty, then Capt. Trevor thrived on the hardship, receiving the highest commendations in his company. It was in Special Forces that he rose to the rank of Colonel. At the age of thirty-six, anxious to see more action than a combat position afforded since the relative peace after the fall of the Soviet Union, he transferred to intelligence. His unique skills soon secured him the reputation as America's top international intelligence agent. Then came the mission down to South America to interdict drug trafficking, when somebody sabotaged his personal jet. His plane crashed on an island that his craft's hopelessly compromised navigational system couldn't even identify. It was then that he'd been rescued by the mysterious Wonder Woman. She'd followed him back to America and had joined him in almost all of his missions. Often dropping in at the last minute of carefully crafted operations to "save the day." There was no doubt that sometimes she'd been invaluable. Although it seemed to him that there were at least as many times where her assistance was unnecessary, that he had the situation well in hand. What Col. Trevor was certain of was that Wonder Woman, along with destroying many of America's enemies, had no less destroyed his career. He'd become the joke of the intelligence community. America's greatest operative reduced to the role of damsel in distress. Wonder Woman has ravaged his personal life as well. He felt sure that she was attracted to him, but in all their years together they'd never progressed beyond sly innuendo and sexual tension. She'd might have received some kind of Amazon training that helped her maintain her chastity. But he was a red-blooded American male and it was driving him to distraction. With his dashing looks and muscled physique, he had no shortage of encounters with the fairer sex. But when it came to having a long term relationship, who could compete with Wonder Woman? Women would leave rather than have her as a third wheel in their relationship. She was a true wonder. From her lustrous jet black curly mane to her piercing blue eyes and electric smile, she had a face that was literally hauntingly beautiful. Steve found that he couldn't hardly look at another woman without her countenance coming to mind. And her body was even more extraordinary. She defined the physical perfection of a lean, mean fighting machine with the muscularity of a cat rather than the bulkiness of a body builder. She had the long, graceful legs of a dancer that flared into full womanly hips. Her derriere was tight, round and very, very firm. The star-spangled panty girdle and belt of power barely concealed abs that rippled with muscle. Finally, cupped in her shining, gold falcon breastplate and wrapped in her bright red strapless top were those perfect, gravity-defying breasts. Really, those gorgeous, plump orbs were the only spot on her body where she had an ounce of fat. Next to Wonder Woman, other women seemed dull and ordinary. Deep down, Steve realized that that amazing body and the supernatural powers it possessed was also a stumbling block to their relationship. He was, of course, a little scared of what she might do to him in a physical encounter, even a romantic one. But he was about as physically perfect a specimen as it was possible for a normal human male to be. He was sure he could handle the situation. Actually, it was more a matter of preference. He wanted a woman with the beautiful face Wonder Woman possessed but with a softer, more lush body, preferably even a little plump. He thought of his last long-term relationship, the one he'd had with his previous assistant, Etta Candy. She had a cute face, blonde and blue-eyed. But what he really loved was her body. She'd taken after her name and had a compulsive sweet tooth. It gave her a gorgeous, deliciously chubby physique. Her breasts where full and soft like pillows in sensuous satin sheets. She had a cute ** belly that bulged over the band of her panties. And he loved her beautiful, round bottom and the plump thighs she would envelope him in. She worked out just enough to maintain the minimum fitness requirements of the military. But the best thing of all was how much she loved sex, her body and all the erotic possibilities of her full-bodied physique. When Steve made love with her, he was the physical master tending to her luscious body. Every square inch of her flesh seemed to be an erogenous zone. It seemed that the only thing Etta found sweeter than Candy to take into her mouth was Steve's hard cock. But then along came Wonder Woman. She became such a large part of Steve's life that Etta couldn't help but feel jealous. She started to diet and exercise in a vain attempt to compete with Wonder Woman. It only succeeded in making her shrill and miserable. As she lost her generous curves, Steve found her less attractive. She became more self-conscious and less enthusiastic in her love-making. Eventually, she gave up. She quit her assignment and left Steve's life entirely. That was more or less the pattern of all his relationships since Wonder Woman entered his life. There wasn't a woman secure enough to tolerate Wonder Woman's place in Steve's life. This was especially true if they had the fuller figure Steve preferred instead of the popular notion of physical perfection that Wonder Woman had come to define. So Steve was left with only two women in his life, Wonder Woman and his new assistant, Diana Prince. And they seemed to share all the same traits, their total devotion to Col. Trevor, their svelte physiques and their complete disinterest in sex. So, as Col. Trevor approached his twentieth year of military service, his career and personal life in shambles, he was seriously considering retirement. What the hell, he thought, I'll take my twenty year pension and start a new career. Maybe take a little time off, lie around on a tropical island and get fat. But above all, Steve Trevor was a man of action. It was then that he conceived his plan. He'd always met every challenge head-on and in complete command. It was time for him to take charge of this situation. And when he was through, it was very likely that it would be Wonder Woman who would consider retirement. The most daring part of his plan was the very first step, to secretly lift Wonder Woman's magic golden lasso. Getting his hands on it would be no problem. She would often use it to subdue a suspect. Then she would hand it off to Steve and go off in pursuit of other villians. Steve was often found at the scene of a crime with several thugs roped on the end of the lasso, a predicament no more dangerous than having a poodle at the end of a leash. He'd seen her use the magic effects of the lasso to compel them to obey any command or answer any question. He'd even seen her use it to place something like a post hypnotic suggestion, including forgetting that the lasso had been used. Still, if he possessed the lasso, he was unsure that he would be able to use it on Wonder Woman. He'd have one shot or he'd have a lot of hard questions to answer. Then, if he was successful in binding her in her own lasso, he was unsure if it would have the same effect on Wonder Woman. Perhaps she was resistant to its post-hypnotic effects or they would wear off. But he was so fed up, he had to take the risk. It was his career or hers. He secured an exact duplicate of her golden lasso that Wonder Woman herself had supplied to the National Museum for an exhibit they'd run about her. The next time he was left alone to tend to a criminal with the magic lasso, he cold-cocked the guy and secured him with the fake lasso, concealing the real lasso inside his jacket. When Wonder Woman returned, he explained that he thought he saw signs of others from the drug trafficking ring. He knocked out the guy, so he could go over and investigate. As Wonder Woman turned her back to Col. Trevor and bent over the drug dealer to revive and question him, Col. Trevor pulled out the magic lasso and looped it around her shoulders. Wonder Woman shot up with a start. "What are you doing, Steve?" she cried. "Don't resist!" Steve commanded. Instantly, Wonder Woman's tensed body went slack and her hands fell limply from the rope. "I'm not sure what effect this will have. But one thing's for sure. There are going to be some changes around here." Wonder Woman sat listening passively. It could be a trick, but it seemed that the lasso had the same results with Wonder Woman that it had on ordinary people. "Here's what's going to happen," Col. Trevor continued, "First of all, I think I'm going to keep this lasso. You are to forget that I have it. You will think that the lasso around this scum lying on the ground is the real lasso. To make sure that you don't discover the difference, I command you will be compelled not to even try to use the magic properties of your lasso, no matter what. "Now, down to the heart of the matter. After I remove the lasso, you will have an insatiable appetite for the richest, most fattening food. The compulsion will be subconscious. You will have no idea that your desires are being controlled, no memory or even suspicion that I possess your magic lasso or have given you these instructions. Now, turn back to that drug dealing scum." Wonder Woman turned and bent back down over the suspect. Col. Trevor let out a nervous sigh and slipped the lasso off her. "You did a good job," Wonder Woman said. Col. Trevor's heart skipped a beat. "He's out cold," she continued. Col. Trevor breathed a little easier. "We should revive him and question him." Col. Trevor decided to test the power of his commands. "Maybe you should use your magic lasso to get the truth out of him." "No, we'll take him into custody and get the answers when he comes to." Wonder Woman said, lifting the dealer like a rag doll and tossing him over her shoulder. " To be honest, right now, I've worked up quite an appetite. I'm famished, I don't remember the last time I was this hungry," she said, rather shyly. They returned to headquarters, where Col. Trevor had dinner brought into the office. Wonder Woman polished off the entire roast chicken and all the sides that had been brought in from the commissary so quickly, she didn't noticed that Steve had hardly had a bite. As she licked a stray bit of mashed potatoes and gravy from her lips, she looked at him and asked brightly, "What about dessert?" Steve could barely believe his good luck. "Oh, you know the commissary makes every dish taste like chipped beef on toast. I know a bakery that makes the most incredible desserts--cheesecakes, tortes, pastries, the works. I'll call them and have them deliver something." He had them deliver several types of cheesecakes, several different pies and at least four different cakes along with a tray of pastries. He had them set up in the conference room, then led Wonder Woman in. "I apologize," he demurred, "I wasn't sure what you would like, so I got an assortment." Her eyes were shining with anticipation. "Why don't you get yourself a little something while I look in on our suspect." When he returned little less than a hour later all the desserts were polished off. Wonder Woman was sprawled on a conference chair. Her bloated belly bulged out on all sides of the belt of power, her star-spangled panty-girdle was rounded with contents of her feast. Steve Trevor was ecstatic, at this rate the Amazon would soon reach the plump perfection he desired. He held back the impulse to go and pat her full tummy. "Ugh," Wonder Woman groaned, "I don't know what came over me. I was just ravenous! You won't believe this, but I still feel a little hungry." Steve was about to pick up the phone to order more food for her superhuman appetite when the phone rang with an emergency alert. Instantly, Steve and Wonder Woman sprang into action. As they went to do battle with the smugglers and then over the next few days, Steve learned to his sorrow that Wonder Woman's conditioning wasn't having the desired effect. The extra calories where like putting top fuel in a race car, Wonder Woman went into overdrive. She was taking the spotlight with amazing feats like she never had before. Col. Trevor cursed himself. It made perfect sense. Her superhuman strength required lots of energy. And lots of energy required lots of fuel. For all he knew, she probably always ate like a horse. He'd only changed her diet from what he was sure was a very balanced sensible diet to one loaded with fat, carbs and calories. In the odd way that the women in his life seemed to gang up on him, at the same time his assistant, Diana, was becoming positively hyperactive in the performance of her duties. He realized that he was going to have to find some way to stop her crime fighting activity and settle down, take it easy for a while. The case they were currently working on dropped what seemed to be the perfect solution into his lap. The head of the drug syndicate they were pursuing was killed in a Coast Guard raid on his private yacht. Steve found millions in secret Grand Cayman accounts in the drug lord's encrypted computer files He also found a private island estate in the Pacific. It was meant to be the drug lord's retreat for when he left the business. He'd wisely set it up so that it was self-sufficient for years and completely unknown to any of his associates. Not too many retire peacefully from organized crime, but this guy thought he'd found a way. Until the Coast Guard gave him an alternate retirement plan. Col. Trevor slipped the accounts and the island into his own possession undetected. He made the arrangements with the right kind of people to keep the island stocked in a manner which would assure no questions asked and no questions raised. Then it was only a matter of getting Wonder Woman to stand still long enough so he could slip the lasso around her and "convince" her to take a well-deserved vacation. He was able to do in a moment of relative peace and privacy in his office. While she was at the computer looking at some satellite recon images, Steve stole up behind her and slipped the lasso around her again. "You will not resist!" he commanded before she had time to react. "You will agree with what I have to say. You've been working too hard lately, we both have. We will take a long vacation together. I will tell you where. You will take us in your invisible jet. You will tell no one of our plans. You will trust me with all the details. You are still compelled to eat that lovely, fattening diet and you will not remember that I used the lasso on you. " Col. Trevor went from his office to the director of their agency. He resigned his post citing overwork and a need to get away and get a fresh perspective. He stopped on his way out only to say good-bye to his assistant, Diana. But he couldn't find her. Within hours, before anyone could react to his sudden departure, he and Wonder Woman were winging their way to the hidden island retreat undetectable in her invisible jet. Whoever said, crime doesn't pay, hadn't seen this set up. The estate was ultra-modern, state of the art. Power was supplied by a geo-thermal system. There was a back-up hydro-electric system fed from the waterfalls on the island as well. The estate was built into the side of one of the mountains, even the swimming pool was built to mimic a natural grotto, so all was undetectable from the air. Within the house was every conceivable luxury. The island had been planted all over with fruit-bearing trees, edible plants and wild game. and the villa had been stocked so that the inhabitants could drop out of sight of all civilization for years, long enough for old scores and vendettas to be forgotten. As soon as they'd landed and settled in, Steve suggested a swim. He put on a Speedo-style bikini and walked into Wonder Woman's suite with a gift-wrapped package. "What's this?" she squealed with delight. "Consider it an official Wonder Woman uniform, tropical issue." Steve joked. Wonder Woman pulled out a tiny bikini, royal blue thong panties embroidered with stars to mimic her spangled panty-girdle and a red bandeau bra with the cups held together with a golden falcon clip to take the place of her breastplate. "You wish," she smirked, "my uniform now is practically a swimsuit. One-piece, however, I'm sorry to disappoint you. And I have a uniform for swimming, as well." She spun around and with a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning, she was clothed in a star-spangled, navy blue body stocking that covered her head to toe like a deep water wet suit. "The other outfit will be fine for sunning and exercise." Steve was disappointed. He'd hoped to see every inch of her transformation. If he could have his way, she'd have been naked. But he'd hoped that the bikini would be an acceptable alternative. No matter, he thought, eventually she'll outgrow all of the outfits. But Steve was bound for more disappointment. To Wonder Woman, a vacation seemed to consist entirely of feeding her irresistible appetite coupled with nearly constant exercise. Steve was working himself to a frazzle constantly preparing her food. She ran endlessly on the beach, did countless laps in the pool and worked out in the villa's gymnasium with all the machines on maximum weight. Sometimes she'd workout alone. But, if Steve wasn't in the kitchen, she'd invite him along, giggling as she lapped him in the pool or on the beach. He tried to workout in the gym alone because she had the annoying habit of asking, "is that all the weight you're going to use?" He knew it was time to use the lasso again. As she sat at the dinner table, bellowing for Steve to bring her food, he slipped the magic bonds around her once again. "You will not resist!" he started as he always did, "and we are going to get a few things straight. First of all, I am NOT your servant. I know you're hungry and you're still going to be. But you are going to be a little more patient. And you are going to cut out all this exercise crap. You will want only to laze in the sun and eat rich, fattening food. You will pay no attention to the passing of time, I will arrange your schedule for you. Have you got that?" "Yes," Wonder Woman whispered. "Now," Steve finished, "as always you will have no recollection that I have your lasso or that I have used it on you." Steve took the lasso off her and Wonder Woman proceeded to polish off an entire Hawaiian-style luau. He waited with anticipation over the next few weeks and began to give up hope of ever realizing his dream. His first ray of hope came as he was standing by the pool. Wonder Woman ran over and playfully pushed him into the water. Ordinarily, she would have tossed him effortlessly halfway across the pool. Instead, it seemed to take all her strength to knock him off balance and into the pool. Once again, he had an insight into the extraordinary physique he was dealing with. Even without activity, her fantastic Amazon muscles went right on burning calories. But without exercise, the muscles were turning to flab. They were losing their tone and power. Soon her supercharged metabolism would slow down to adapt to her new sedentary lifestyle. Steve watched hawk-like for signs of change. The first came within a week. As Wonder Woman got up from her chaise to go in for lunch one morning, Steve followed behind watching a very noticeable jiggling in her former buns of steel. He couldn't contain himself from brushing a hand inadvertently over her bottom as he passed her heading towards the kitchen. Even with the brief, stolen feel he could tell that the muscles in that flabby fanny had grown soft. Soon other changes became apparent. A round little ** belly took the place of her washboard abs. And her proud bosom became even fuller and started to sag down pressing the breastplate onto her newly rounding tummy. In the morning a few days later, Steve heard grunting and groaning as he passed Wonder Woman's suite. He knocked on the door and went right in. Wonder Woman was standing in front of the mirror desperately trying to fasten the belt of power around her thickening waist. "It's the damnedest thing, but I don't seem to be able to fasten my belt of power." Exasperated, she gave up. Even as she vainly tried to suck in her tummy in front of Steve, she probed her fat belly with a finger. She found she could pinch more than an inch. Then, turning her back to the mirror, she cupped her hands under her butt cheeks where the bottom of her panty-girdle disappeared into a fleshy fold. She hefted up her sagging derriere with a moan. "No doubt about it." She sighed, "easy living is making this girl soft as a marshmallow. I have got to get myself back on a diet and exercise regime. I have got to lose these pounds I've gained." " I think you look just fine," Steve comforted her, "and don't worry about the belt. I don't think we're going to run into anything more challenging at the pool than a few chocolate eclairs." Steve was worried that her old discipline might return. But within minutes of jumping into the pool to do laps, Wonder Woman was on a pool float and inquiring about the eclairs, her vow forgotten. Without the belt to energize her physique, her transformation accelerated. Under her proud chin, you could begin to see its double. The silky thighs that used to ascend to a gap at her crotch without touching, now rubbed together with new chubbiness. A couple of weeks later, as Steve passed her room on the way to their morning pool time, he heard muffled sobbing. He knocked and started to enter when Wonder Woman let out a panicked, "don't come in!" "What's the matter?" he inquried. "This is so embarrassing," Wonder Woman panted, "but I can't seem to get my outfit up over my thighs. I said I was going to get my hardbody back and I only seem to have gotten softer and fatter!" "Well," Steve said hopefully, "why not put on your tropical-issue uniform." "That tiny bikini!" Wonder Woman shrieked, "with this body!" "Well," Steve countered, "you could go naked." "Oh," Wonder Woman smirked, "you'd like that." "What other option do you have?" Steve stated flatly. "One other," Wonder Woman called through the door confidently. A moment late Steve heard a clap of thunder, followed by the sounds of ripping fabric and then something that sounded like the crack of a whip and a double crash of glass. Unable to restrain his curiosity, he stuck his head inside the door. In the middle of the room. Wonder Woman was in shocked disbelief. She was standing with the tattered remains of her swim outfit draped over body, split at virtually every seem. Steve couldn't resist. "Okay, I understand the sound of thunder and the ripping sound. But I could swear I heard something like the crack of a whip and the sound of glass breaking. What was that?" "It was the belt of power. As I transformed it tried to magically appear around my waist. Then it just snapped off. I don't know about the breaking glass" Then they both turned and looked to see where the belt had flown off, obliterating a lamp on its trajectory out one of the room's picture windows. Steve ran to the empty window frame and leaned out to see the belt of power lying in a pile of broken glass. Wonder Woman's humiliation filled him with a new sense of confidence. "I'll see to that later, he said. And as he swaggered from the room, he called over his shoulder, "the bikini or naked, suit yourself." Then he chuckled. Moments later, Wonder Woman appeared at the pool in the bikini, padding stiffly over to the chaises. Steve laughed, "you're going to pass out if you keep trying to hold in your breath and your tummy." Wonder Woman let out a dejected sigh. As she did, her ribcage fell causing love handles to form at the top of her bikini bottom. In front, the band of the thong panties strained against their fleshy cargo. But the bikini bottoms were nowhere near as overworked as the red bra and golden falcon as they struggled to support her overflowing breasts. "Look at me," Wonder Woman moaned, grabbing the roll of chub around her middle, "I've let myself go to **." She tried to suck in her breath again and ran a probing hand over the still noticeable bulge where once rock hard abs had been. "I've gotten so fat, I can't even suck in my gut anymore!" Steve was feeling cocky in more ways than one. He decided to finally give in to an impulse he'd had for a long time, to give Wonder Woman a little taste of the humiliation he'd suffered. It was time to make obvious the new state of affairs. An extra fifty pounds and less muscle tone meant that physically Wonder Woman was no longer a lean, lethal tigress, she was a chubby, cuddly kitten. He got up from his chaise and walked around Wonder Woman in a mock inspection. When he was behind her, he gave her a sharp smack on the bottom. The impact caused tremors through the flab of her once firm gluts. Wonder Woman gasped in shock and embarrassment. "Maybe a little training is called for," he remarked with feigned thoughtfulness, "how about a little hand-to-hand?" "Oh, come on, Steve," Wonder Woman cried, "I am still an Amazon princess, after all. You're a good little fighter and athlete, but you've never been my equal." "Well," Steve drawled, "it might not be much of a workout for you. But I'll try to make it some challenge. Let's go." "Okay," Wonder Woman said skeptically, "but remember you asked for it." She launched her attack. But instead of her usual graceful pounce, she managed only a clumsy lunge. At first, she tried to grab Steve in a bear hug and lift him up. Steve could sense her surprise when her flabby Amazonian muscles couldn't respond with the necessary strength to pick him up and throw him down. Steve toyed with her, holding his power and expertise in check. Wonder Woman was left to believe that she was more in command than she was. Actually, Steve was surprised at how much of her strength and skill remained. She was still very healthy. Steve let the struggle go on. He let her wear herself out while he enjoyed grappling with her new, lush physique. Under the pretense of their match, he groped every inch of her body--her soft, ripe breasts, her delicious, full tummy and her gorgeous, round bottom. Eventually, Wonder Woman grew exhausted. Her attempts became more and more feeble. Steve began to take the offensive. To tease her, he reached out and snapped the band of her bikini bottom. "You'll pay for that," Wonder Woman gasped out as she fought for breath. She delivered what she thought would be a crushing blow, but it bounced ineffectually off Steve's abs. "Naughty, naughty," Steve smirked, "I think I'm going to have to punish you." Steve grasped her by one of her bracelets and led her over to one of the loungers. He sat down and drew her across his lap. It was a struggle, but he managed it. Putting her across his knee, he spanked her soft derriere until it was a bright crimson. Wonder Woman struggled and squirmed to free herself with her remaining strength. Steve wanted his domination to be complete. Holding both her wrists in a vise-like grip in one hand, he turned her over on his lap so her soft belly was exposed. He patted her ** gut. "Stop it," Wonder Woman whined, "it's embarrassing." Steve gave her a look of commanding disdain. Wonder Woman began to sob with frustration unable to resist as he stroked the soft blubber around her midsection. Finally, he drew his free hand up to the falcon clasp that held her bandeau top together. He unsnapped it easily, exposing her exquisite breasts. He fondled them assertively. Finally, as he pinched each of her firm, pink nipples, Wonder Woman ceased struggling and tearfully supplicated. Steve laid her on the chaise. "I'm not an Amazon princess," she half panted and half moaned, "I'm a plump, plump princess." "Well, I promised you I'd make it a challenge," Steve remarked with a casual air. "You didn't have to humiliate me like that," Wonder Woman complained. Then she paused thoughtfully, "but I guess with what I said and my attitude, I asked for it." She smiled and reached up to shake Steve's hand. "Good match, you really showed me something." "Anytime you want a rematch, Princess," Steve replied. "I'll go into training immediately," Wonder Woman stated, then she added, "right after lunch." Occasionally, Wonder Woman would make a half-hearted attempt at regaining her fighting trim. Once Steve found her back in the gym and quietly spied on her. She was surveying her new physique with disappointment. She took off her bikini top and surveyed her sagging tits. She cradled them in her hands, lifting them up to the gravity-defying positions they'd had before she'd grown soft. Then with a dejected moan, she let them fall, slapping against her bulging tummy. She ran her hand over her out of shape abs and gluts,then smacked them angrily. Striking a flexing pose, for a moment, the remnants of her once proud physique stood there quivering. Then they fell in a flabby avalanche. She put her top on with resignation and got down on the floor to do crunches. As she strained to lift herself up, rolls of plumpness formed around her middle. After only a few minutes, she fell back, panting and exhausted. Steve ignoring the hard-on that was starting in his own bikini briefs, he walked over to Wonder Woman. He patted the plump, rounded dome of her belly. "You're filling out nicely there," he said with a laugh, "have you been sneaking in a few brews to sprout this beer gut?" "Well," Wonder Woman huffed indignantly as she got up," if that isn't the ** calling the kettle black." With that, she prodded a finger into Steve's belly. He looked down and realized that in his total obsession to transform Wonder Woman, he ignored his own physique. He spent most of his days lying on the chaise next to her, getting up only occasionally to tend to their needs. And, even in the course of snacking lightly along with her for the sake of companionship, he'd consumed a lot of empty calories. He was nowhere near a far gone as Wonder Woman, but he'd had an obvious roll around the middle and had lost a lot of definition in his upper body. "Look at us," Wonder Woman cried, "if we had to run from here to the beach, we couldn't catch our breaths, much less catch any criminals." "Yes," the former hardbody, former colonel replied, "but there's no one else here to worry about besides ourselves, much less criminals. You've never looked more lovely. And to be honest, I've never felt better. After working as hard as I have all my life, it's damn nice to relax and let go a little." "I hate to say it," Wonder Woman admitted, "but I'm feeling very much the same way." She looked down at the bulge in Steve's bikini. "And I can see you don't have any complaints." They celebrated with their largest feast yet and a two hour long orgy of desserts. Steve had only the final phase of his plan to realize, quite literally, the consummation. But other than her sly comment the first day they had been by the pool in their bikinis, he'd seen no sign of awakening sexual passions in the Amazon. And he'd sworn an oath to himself that this final step would be completely her idea. He wasn't going to broach the subject. And he refused to employ the lasso. He wouldn't be satisfied unless she gave herself up, not only willingly, but enthusiastically. He used the lasso a final time. Wonder Woman was at the state of pleasant plumpness he desired. And she was quite content where she was at physically and geographically, even without magic compulsion. So he released her from the previous suggestions. Other than the addition of a little bit of playful exercise, the only other change in their routine was that Wonder Woman's appetite fell to a more normal level and Steve was freed from many of his kitchen duties. Wonder Woman, swathed in comfortable flesh, was transformed into a contented plumper. She leveled off at a condition of healthful chubbiness. But she still had the greatest change left, her dormant sexual urges needed to be brought to full glorious flower. Steve decided to gently nudge her progress along when one day she polished off an entire cheesecake by the pool before it could completely thaw, even in the warm, tropical sun. Afterwards, he laughed at the voracious spectacle and asked her if her light snack had given her the energy for a little swim. Wonder Woman moaned and rubbed her distended abdomen. "Ohhh," she cried, "after that I can hardly move." Then she giggled lightly and joked, "I thought my only weakness was to have my bracelets shackled together by man. I guess cheesecake is another of my weaknesses." "Here," Steve said, "let me help you." Then rubbing suntan lotion into both palms he laid his hands on her tummy and began to massage her sumptuous flesh. Wonder Woman closed her eyes and threw her head back in delight and purred with ecstasy. Steve knew that only one step remained, a true awakening of Wonder Woman's full sexual passions. And, as difficult as it may be, he had to be patient. Wonder Woman had been alone on an island inhabited by only women for over two millenium. Even the concept of sex was only a recent addition to her thinking, and Steve wanted to stimulate desire. Right now, Steve was glad that she'd closed her eyes as he ran his hands all over her fantastic body. That way she wouldn't see the raging hard-on causing an obvious bulge in his briefs. She wasn't ready to deal with it. The first true signs occurred as Wonder Woman napped on the chaise in the warm afternoon sun. Steve could see that she was agitated by the dream she was having. Then she started to moan, unconsciously her fingers wandered down and explored between her legs. He could see that her bikini bottoms were becoming wet with excitement. For a brief time, Wonder Woman stayed to herself. As Steve passed the door to her suite, he would hear almost wanton moaning. Occasionally, he would glance out one of the windows of the estate to see Wonder Woman on the chaise by the pool with the crotch of her bikini bottoms pushed aside exploring her mons with her fingers. Within the next week, he spied her by the pool completely naked, the bikini in a little pile beside her as she masturbated herself to a wild, unrestrained climax. But it was still a side of herself she believed she was keeping private. A day later, Steve went out to the pool to see a naked Wonder Woman snoozing in the chaise. It was the first time he'd seen her entirely bare that close. The sight made his heart rush. Her gorgeous, full breasts bobbed slightly with her breathing. Without the bikini band cutting into it, her belly had a rich roundness. All her exquisite curves were exposed, turned to a deep golden tan by the tropical sun. And between her thighs was the soft silky whisper of her pussy. Steve slid quietly into the cool water of the pool to try to relieve that desire that was pouring over him in waves. He was nearly at the end of his endurance. A wicked thought occurred to him. He shucked off his bikini and threw it in a went pile on to the empty chaise beside the sleeping Wonder Woman. Then he paddled around in the pool waiting for her to wake. Finally, she stirred. She stretch languidly, a move that shifted her beautiful breasts in the most inviting way. Equally inviting was the lustful glance she shot at Steve. He rose up out of the pool, completely naked. As the sight of Wonder Woman fell upon his gaze and the warmth of the sun fell on his cock, it sprung to full erection. Wonder Woman licked her licks in a subconscious sign of desire. "I assumed this was the uniform of the day," Steve commented casually. He walked over to the chaises and picked up the sun tan oil. "Do you need a little more?" he asked. Wonder Woman swallowed hard and gasped out, "no, I'm fine. " But," she continued, "you could use a nice application." Then after a pause she added a timid, "all over." Steve laid back in the chaise as Wonder Woman began to massage the oil starting at his chest. She patted a little on to his arms and then continued down rubbing it on to his stomach. She was very quiet and seemed to be in deep concentration. She passed down under to his legs, but as she applied the lotion in long strokes occasionally a stray finger would brush against his balls or his cock that was throbbing in anticipation. Now Steve closed his eyes and threw his head back. To be this close and not there was agony after all his waiting. When suddenly one of Wonder Woman's hand wrapped itself firmly around his shaft, he lost concentration for a second and nearly came right in her face. He regained his control. He looked at her and their eyes met. "Certain areas of your body look like the haven't seen much sun. They could be very sensitive," she said sheepishly. "Well, you've got that right," Steve drawled, "certain areas of my body are real sensitive." "I'll be sure to do a thorough job," Wonder Woman said brightly. "Yeah, you do a real good, um, job," Steve gasped as she began to run both hands enthusiastically along his cock. It had been so long and his resolve was at an end. He laid back and relaxed into the sensuous pleasure of the moment. Eventually, he erupted with a ferocious orgasm. "Oh, my," Wonder Woman gasped, a few drops of cum dripping from her hair. She'd barely avoided the shot. Steve handed her one towel and began to clean himself with another. "Well," he said, "it's liable to do that." The next day when he arrived at the pool, Wonder Woman was already there, naked and rubbing oil into her hands in eager anticipation. Although he'd sworn that their union was to be her choice, he knew how long she'd taken exploring herself. She might be dealing with new desires. But his were full blown and long-standing. He was in no mood to fool around with possibly weeks of simple hand jobs. He decided to press the issue. Wonder Woman began to work the oil into his flesh, moving quickly to his cock, coaxing it into erection. She worked on it with rapt attention. "You know," Steve stated flatly, "you can do more with that." "What?" she anxiously queried. "Kiss it," he commanded. Wonder Woman brushed the tip of his shaft with a tender kiss. Then she began to kiss more passionately all along its length. "Now," Steve whispered intently, "take it into your mouth." She wrapped her lips around his member, gingerly at first. But soon she was working at it with a vengeance. She was curious, exploring all the things she could do with her lips, her teeth and her tongue. She experimented with innumerable variations of speed and depth. It was the most extraordinary blow job of Steve's life. She might have been inexperience and unschooled, but she was turning out to be a natural. When he climaxed she took his load with ease, then laid back with a sweet sigh of satisfaction. She accepted his mentoring so gracefully and enthusiastically, that Steve decided that he should take more of a leading role. That night as she began an encore oral performance. He deftly shifted their positions around so they could perform a "sixty-nine." He restrained himself to a gentle massage of her pussy, delicately protecting her maidenhead. Still it was the first time she'd felt a man's touch down there. She shivered with delight and moaned with desire. The next morning, Steve woke up alone. He decided to go for his usual morning swim. He started towards his own quarters to put on his speedo. But then he figured that as things stood, it was probably unnecessary. Wonder Woman was already out by the pool, for some reason she was wearing her bikini. Well, it was hard enough to figure out any woman, much less a Wonder Woman. "Hi, lover!" she cooed, then she picked up a pastry from the yable beside her laden with a huge breakfast. Well, sort of, but not completely, he thought to himself. Technically, she was still a virgin. But that was a two-thousand year wait that would be over before the end of this day, if he had anything to do with it. He walked over to her and kissed her deeply. "I'm going for a little dip, care to join me?" he asked. "No, actually I'm in the middle of breakfast. I've just been insatiable lately, or hadn't you noticed?" she said slyly. "I'll join you in a moment," he replied with a wink. He dove into the pool and swam laps until he could see that Wonder Woman had finished her voluminous morning feast. As he rose out of the water, Wonder Woman moaned and rubbed the bulge in her tummy that her huge meal had caused. "I think I need your magic hands, stud!" she called out to him. He went to her and began to fondle and kiss her delicious belly. He moved up to her breasts. "I don't think we need this," Wonder Woman said, unhooking the falcon clasp and casually tossing her top aside. Steve started to stroke her breasts. He ran his tongue around her nipples until they were hard. He was becoming pretty hard himself. Finally, he was up to her exquisite face and their lips met. They kissed passionately and hungrily as if they were trying to devour each other. It seemed to go on for an eternity. But finally, Steve began to work his way back down her body, peppering her with baby kisses along every inch until he was down to the band of her bikini. "That must go," Wonder Woman said in a matter of fact manner. "It will only get in the way of what is about to happen," she said flashing her electric smile with a new erotic twist. Steve slid off the panties that he could see were wet with desire. Then he lifted up her pelvis and entered her as firmly as possible without being rough. In an instant, Wonder Woman's virginity was gone. Steve continued on, attending to her ripe, full body like a queen. Over the next few days they continued on in a marathon session trying to discover all the carnal pleasures they could. But still, it was as though the centuries of pent-up desire in Wonder Woman were inexhaustible. Once again, Steve was hard pressed to keep up with her. He didn't mind at all, this time. Eventually, they came to the realization that they couldn't make love all the time. Other appetites began to insist on getting a little attention. Although their lives began to settle into a more ordinary routine, their love making remained frequent and passionate. Months passed. One day, coming back from a jog down to the beach, a very winded Wonder Woman collapsed on to one of the chaises. Steve began to tickle her until she was literally gasping for air between peals of laughter. She tried to squirm away, but he g rabbed her by the magic bracelets that she still wore around her wrists. He suddenly stopped, staring transfixed at the sight of the bracelets. "Why do you still wear these? I mean, let's face it, hon, you're reflexes aren't what they were. Your bullet deflecting days are over, you can't even block me in a game of slap and tickle." For emphasis, he shot a hand down and goosed her. Wonder Woman let out an excited shriek, then tried to compose herself and be serious. "There are a couple of reasons. They've been secrets, but I don't think we should have anymore of those between us. "First of all, the bracelets imbue me with a special aura. Because of that aura, ordinary mortals are unable to discern the difference between me and my everyday secret identity." She slipped off the bracelets and suddenly Steve Trevor was stunned to see that she was Diana Prince, his former assistant. Now that he realized the connection, he was amazed he'd never seen it. "I don't believe it, Diana Prince! I was always thought you might show up here. But I was worried that you were the one person in the world who had the ability to find us here. Now I understand why you and Wonder Woman always seemed to be in cahoots. You were the same person. I was being ganged up on by a gang of one. That was why I could never conduct an operation without you knowing." He was getting a little confused about who he was talking to and about who he was talking. He was also thinking about his own secret. "You aren't disappointed, are you?" she asked anxiously. "Not in the least," Steve replied slowly. "Then why are you so hesitant, lover?" she queried. "Well," he said, "I also have something to reveal." Then he laid out the details of his use of the lasso. Wonder Woman listened calmly and patiently. When he was through, she took his hand. "Well, that was pretty devious of you. But I can't really be angry with you. You just intuitively found a way for us to act on the feelings we both had. And as far as the post-hypnotic suggestions go, they would eventually wear off if they weren't in accordance with that person's will or desires. I guess I always wanted to be fat and happy. I'm glad to be the woman I am, the woman that fell in love with you on this island," she said. "And I'm glad you're the woman I fell in love with on this island," he said ashe kissed her, "and I couldn't be happier about that." "The other thing that you should know is that while I wear the bracelets, my aging process is halted. They're what give Amazons' their virtual immortality. If I continue to where them, I'll remain the same as you age." It didn't matter to Steve. He was too happy and in love to withhold such a gift from his lover. As for Steve, he didn't live forever, but he lived well and he lived fully. The Final Mission.pdf
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