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  1. By: BaneOfDreams (https://www.deviantart.com/baneofdreams/art/Gluttonous-Wetwork-Chapter-One-855634991?ga_submit_new=10%3A1600543897) Summary: An elite mercenary of proud heritage, Snow-White, is tasked with eliminating a problematic magical girl on a long list of them: Candy. What seemed to be a simple task quickly turns into a horrific trip into decadence and decay. The lone patron of a small-town diner white hair hinted at her peculiar heritage: Thanatonian. An amalgamation of several years of selective breeding to produce a society of elite soldiers. Snow-White was one of the highest profile of her kind and for good reason. The femme fatale has been all over the world facing all sorts of threats that range from the run of the mill warlord that needs to be taken down a notch - or a cyborg that has broken their corporate directives and has gone rogue. Usually, she would find herself nestled up in a defilade biding her time waiting to strike at who, or what, her handler, Queen, had designated to be her next contract to support the cause; however, this operation was different. It was a bit more - subtle? Down to Earth? Homely? Snow-White contemplated this as she poked at her third calorie-clotted pastry that had been halfway devoured. However, the specifics of her operation were soon overtaken by a burning issue: The first pastry, not enough cream. Second one, still not enough. Her analytical mind mused on, usually accustomed to calculating bullet drop, now trying to determine the proper amount of whipped cream would be a suitable amount for her strawberry pasty. The waitress had been so kind to give her an ample bowl of creamy-white-goodness, but she had used almost all of that up already. Snow-White scrapped at the bowl trying to scoop up the last bits of cream and apply it to her yet to be finished pastry. She let out a little grumble of disappointment seeing as she could only get a thin layer onto her pastry before running out of residue to spread. Truthfully, she wanted to beckon that ginger-haired waitress on over to request yet another bowl, but social situations were not her forte. Instead, she elected to look to her right and view the inky black night. Truly, this was a lonely little town of ones: one stoplight, one diner, one school - but that was typical for rural America. What was unusual is that her work, tracking a high-profile target, brought her here. Usually, if this was a typical operation, she would be in a bustling city or deep wilderness - not some backwoods town where everyone knows each-other. But she was never one to argue with Queen's intel. So, she passed the time and went go get something sweet as-per her handler's advice. But there still was not enough cream! "Here ya' go sugar," a sultry voice cooed. Snow-white turned to face the voice. It was that ginger waitress who, to Snow-White's surprise, managed to creep up on her without her finely tuned senses noticing her. She must be getting tired, incredibly bored from the bland operation, or some combination thereof because even a literal phantom could not get the drop on her. Snow-White's foggy blues were locked onto the waitress with some lingering astonishment and suspicion. The short-skirted uniform that hugged her soft-hourglass alluded that this waitress had no formalized training other than the occasional extra doughnut - a body more suited for pleasure rather than creeping about. After-all, the ginger's full, undimpled, plush thighs hugged each-other so tightly that any fine-tuned movement would probably be off-set by a clap of sorts. "Uh, sugar, you're makin' me blush with that stare," her milky-white skin had begun to shift to a color matching her ginger hair. She tapped the table and pushed forward another bowl of cream along with an additional pastry, "On the house. Figured ya' had the appetite." Snow-White realized her rudeness and averted her gaze. She was not one for small talk, so she expressed her gratitude with a small nod and hoped this would dismiss the shapely server. Unfortunately, it did not. "Couldn't help but notice your pretty-pretty white hair," the waitress put her hand on the booth just behind Snow-White's back and leaned in closer, her bulbous breasts revealed by her slightly unzipped top quite close and on display, and a sweet smell of perfume basking from her fleshy body, "Don't look dyed either, ya one of them legendary fighters?" Snow-White received her nickname, despite not being the only of her race with white hair, for her refusal to hide it. It was a intimidation factor of sorts and a fun challenge; unfortunately, in these quiet moments, it was a potential draw-back. Most people simply overlooked it or minded their distance, but the occasional nosy individual would start asking questions. "Nope," Snow-White curtly rolled off in a monotone voice, hoping that would discourage the waitress from further prying. This failed once her belly grumbled and sounded that very human sign of hunger. "Oh, woulda' thought considering you have the appetite of a warrior," she teased in response to the embarrassing grumble. She even went so far to playfully poke Snow-white's toned belly. This unwelcome display of playfulness was met by a sinister glare from Snow-white which signaled for the waitress to back off. A lower, less audible grumble sounded, but was equally embarrassing. "Milk," Snow-white demanded. "Gotcha hun," the waitress waddled off with swishing hips to retrieve a glass of milk for Snow-white. Once she returned with the glass, Snow-white waited for the waitress to dismiss herself before downing the entire glass rather quickly. She was rather hungry, but did not want to keep eating and eating, so she decided to try and give herself a bit of a bloat to fill herself up. This was a little trick she learned from long, isolated, deployments - she would typically try to down something filling so she did not have to spend so much time being hungry. To her dismay, and surprise, her guzzling of the milk was akin to dumping it into a bottomless barrel. No excess pressure built up in her belly, but a peculiar coolness assured her that the was in-fact resting inside her stomach. She glared over in the direction of the waitress who was behind the counter humming a happy tune as she cleaned up. Something just felt – off? No-one had entered the diner for however long she had been in here and the town seemed to be quite dead—not a single car strolling by on the nearby road. Whatever, she was hungry and had one and a half pastries to finish. She piled the cream from the bowl onto the untouched pastry and planted the half-pastry onto it making a sandwich. In just a few chomps, the fattening treat was soundly inside her. Even this display of indulgence did little to ward off the empty feeling in her gut. Truthfully, she wanted to gorge some more, but a cruel reminder of what happens to those Thanatonian women who lose their ability to operate effectively. The latent thought was enough to cause her to immediately place far too much cash on the counter and leave the diner. “Seeya soon sugar!” The ginger-waitress cooed as Snow-white made her departure. Once outside, it was as if a miasma of some sort had been lifted. The lonely town seemed a little less lonely. A few cars were driving about and the parking lot she exited into was, well, packed. This set off a sudden alarm of danger within her being. She slowly turned around to find that the diner was packed with people. Instinctively, she lowered her hand down to her belly and felt the slight taut bump through her somewhat baggy black hoodie. She could only feel that she was full via touch, but internally she was still as empty feeling as ever. A wave of alarm came over her and suddenly mission directives that she had forgotten came back to her: I walked into a trap… That was the only thing she thought before retrieving her cellphone to report in with her handler. To her shock, Queen had called Snow-White a total of eight times and left a singular text reading: Rose The universal Thanatonian distress signal. Snow-White knew, despite the calm lonely little surrounding town, that her situation was grave.
  2. MILTON HIGH At Milton high school the popular girls where always sitting at middle table in the canteen area. Charlotte was the leader of the group and with her at the table are Victoria, Kelly, Nicole and Sabrina. ‘Charlotte spots a fat girl walking by’ Charlotte: Look at her, I bet she eats here every hour. Sabrina: C’mon that is not verry nice to say, she is in the same class as me. Charlotte: Is she eating in the class aswell? I bet she does look at her! ‘Victoria, Kelly and Nicole all laugh.’ Sabrina: Don’t laugh, she is a really nice person. Kelly: Chill why do you care so much about her anyways? Charlotte: Yeah do you have a crush on her or something? Victoria: OMG don’t tell me you are a lesbian. Sabrina: I am not a lesbian, I am just wondering why you girls always are bullying people. Charlotte: Well sorry, you don’t have to deal with us anymore in the summer vacation. I am going to Spain with my boyfriend. Victoria: You are so lucky with Jason. He is so handsome and captain of the football team. Charlotte: I will marry him some day. Nicole: Peter and I are going to Canada, his parents have a house at the lake. What are you going to do in the summer break Sabrina? Kelly: She is probably going to spend some time with that fat girl right? ‘They all start laughing’. Sabrina: I don’t know, my boyfriend broke up with me 2 weeks ago. We where going to spend some time together in New York. Charlotte: New York is not romantic at all, you should be glad he broke up with you. Now you have time to look for a real man. Jason is perfect in every way, I hope he will propose to me in Spain. Nicole: Aren’t you to young to be married? Why the rush? Charlotte: There is no other man like him, I know I will spend all my life with his side. Sabrina: Ugh that sounds boring to me. ‘Charlotte sees the fat girl walking by again and trips her.’ Charlotte: Oops clumsy me, can you get up fatty? Sabrina: Leave her alone! ‘Sabrina helps her get back up and smiles at her.’ Sabrina: I am sorry for my friends, what is your name? Olivia: Get away from me you bullies! ‘Olivia runs away crying while the girls laugh at her.’ Kelly: She can run fast for a fat girl. ‘Sabrina runs after her to apologize.’ Sabrina: Stop I am not going to bully you, my friends are horrible. Olivia: I am always getting bullied about my weight, but I am happy how I look. My name is Olivia by the way. Sabrina: You should be happy to eat whatever you want, I always need to be careful about my weight as a cheerleader. End of part 1
  3. Hi all, I'm looking for a story, quite a few years old now (think I last saw it 2018) by Jrs722 called: Marriage Weight Gain 1: Rachel Wertheimer Does anyone remember it or know where to find it?
  4. (Hey, guys, this is a seriously quick one off story that I came up with randomly after re-watching the promo of a super obscure Australian indy wrestler, Harley Wonderland, I know that not a lot of people know who that is (not to sound like a hipster) but she's big, beautiful and funny as fuck and I thought I'd rework this promo with her even fatter than she already is and, so you guys get a bit of a an idea about what she's like, I'll link the promo to you. This isn't anything major and is more just a version of this promo but with Harley as a Heavyweight. Hope you guys like it. ) 'Bigger is Better' Australian indy wrestler lived her life by that mantra, the Australian indy scene wasn't exactly well known, considering how isolated of a country Australia was and how niche of a subject pro wrestling was; there wasn't a lot of wrestlers who got to break out of the country and make it big in places like America or Japan, exceptions existed, of course, but they were the exception for a reason. Harley Wonderland had just picked up a big win over fellow Aussie Shazza McKenzie and she was heading backstage, as loud and obnoxious as ever. To say the blonde beauty had packed on the pounds was a bit of an understatement, she still was in good enough shape to actually wrestle, but she was noticeably slower, her ample belly heaved heavily and oozed over the waistband of her shorts like an ocean of heavy lava, it wobbled like jello with the slightest movement and Harley was struggling to keep her beer belly packed into her shirt, which was so ill-fitting that it was almost comical at how undersized it was. But Harley believed that she was showing the fans what a real woman looked like, she wasn't embarrassed about her recent weight gain, sure, it meant that she was a bit slower and had to take time outs and other cheap stalling tactics just to catch her breath, but it was all worth it, because she loved to look in the mirror and just see how big she was! She noticed a few backstage workers giving her some looks as the ever flirtatious Harley eyed them up. "Enjoying the view, boys?" the young woman purred a bit, a sly smirk on that slightly rounder, gorgeous face of hers as she sauntered over to them, her big, meaty and tree trunk like thighs nearly scrapping together as her gut wobbled and swayed with each teasing, flirty step; Harley just loved the 'attention' that her new girth was getting her, although it never occurred to the vain and self obsessed Australian that people weren't as thrilled with her heavy, plump body as she was. Using her belly to basically pin one of the scrawny stagehands against the wall, Harley didn't seem to know, or care, that the guy didn't want her slab of blubber that was her belly to be squashing up against him, Harley was taking his breath away, literally. The Aussie then got close to the man and leaned right in, stroking his face with her fingers in a teasing display. "You like what you see, don't you?" Harley flirted as she breathed heavily a bit and was still sweating from her match with Shazza. "I-" "Shhhh" Harley placed her finger on the man's lips in a flirtatious and seductive way, a seductive smirk on her face as she didn't even give the poor guy a chance to answer "Don't speak..." as the man looked actually quite intimidated by the over the top and overweight behemoth that was using her bulk as a way to basically bully people into giving her some attention and recognition. However, Harley knew that she had an interview to do and she had to pry herself away from the unnerved stagehand, who wanted Harley anywhere but grinding her bulbous gut against him. Harley made her way to do her interview after her match, although the venue wasn't really equipped to handle a woman of her girth, her wide hips meant that the entrance way and even various backstage doorframes were a struggle to get through; she grunted and cursed under her breath as the overweight Aussie struggled to squeeze her ample bulk through the doorframe, but she finally managed it. She looked at the interviewer who drew the short straw of interviewing Harley, the backstage interviewers would always dread having to talk with Harley, it was one thing if a wrestler didn't want to talk with them, but for them, it was a worry if Harley liked them; and one look at the interviewer and Harley instantly forgot about that other guy she flirted with barely 5 minutes ago and decided to set her sites on this poor sod. "Ha-Harley, thanks for doing this interview after your match and your victory over Shazza McKenzie." the interviewer tried to remain as professional as possible against the sleazy woman, who's gorgeous face was now smirking in a way that showed off her ever so slight double chin; she looked down at the chair that they had given her, it was actually two chairs for Harley's fat ass. "Oh, no problem, I'm always happy to talk." Harley purred as she slowly lowered herself down to sit each big cheek on one of the chairs. She gave a noticeably grunt and had to physically place each of her massive legs either side of the chair as her massive gut, the point of pride of Harley's blubbery body, was overhanging her crotch and drooping downwards; Harley filled out the entire space and she had all the confidence in the world, she was always incredibly arrogant, but her weight gain seemed to make her almost comically cocky and proud of herself. Harley decided to flaunt her fat, she knew that she was irresistible and that, if she showed off her beautiful flab enough, that the interviewer would come running to her, as the interviewer was talking, Harley gave a big grunt and, in a very ungraceful display, she heaved her mammoth legs upwards and, with some serious difficulty for a pro wrestler, crossed one of her tree trunks over the other as she panted slightly while she admired the eye candy that was the interviewer, who was looking more and more uncomfortable with how Harley was eyeing him up. "Erm, Harley, is everything alright?" the interviewer asked as Harley just placed one of her hands over her big, ocean of a gut and felt how soft and doughy it was as she raised her eyebrows and gave a flirtatious "Oh, everything is just fine.." as Harley continued to be 'interviewed', she heard a question that was somewhat along the lines of "What do you do to relax after a win?" as Harley's gut let out a rumble, as if on cue. "Oh; I go out and I party, I want to have some fun, you know? I go to clubs and I clear out the bars...or I just have the mother of all cheat days" and with that, Harley gave a firm slap to her belly, the strike cracked like a gunshot throughout the room and caused the ocean of Harley's girth to ripple and shake with the force of Harley's hands making contact with the skin. "I like to add to my body, you see, people want to say that I've 'let myself go'?, that I'm 'out of shape'...but I'll have you know that, in the past, the bigger the woman was, the more powerful they were and the more desirable they were and I am just like that." "D-Desirable, Harley?" the interviewer stammered out as Harley placed her bulky, wide and heavy arms up behind the back of her head to look even more sexual, she couldn't conceive of the idea that these advances wouldn't actually work, but Harley was so self obsessed that she refused to believe that any man or woman wouldn't want to be with a woman like her. The interviewer felt a need to get out of there before Harley got anymore ideas in her perverted mind. "Well, thank you for your time, Harley." as Harley just pouted a bit, she was a bit insulted at the idea that this interviewer wanted to end this interview so quickly, but her massive ego kicked in and reassured Harley that he was probably too dumbfounded by being in her presence to say anything meaningful, with that, Harley tried to heave herself up, loudly slapping both of her hands on her huge legs, which she had uncrossed before due to how her other leg couldn't support the size of her leg that was on top of the other one. But, as she gave an almighty grunt, she realised that getting up was harder than she thought, her weight gain that had destroyed her cardio and that, combined with the match she had just had meant that the overweight Aussie wasn't going anywhere, the chair groaned almost as much as Harley herself did as the stubborn and prideful blonde grunted more times, her gut was almost weighing her down. "Hey, Hey! A bit of help here!?" Harley called out, for the first time, sounding less flirty and more frustrated as she was having to make a serious effort to stand up, she got close, but her massive oak tree legs gave way and Harley went crashing down, her fat ass crashing down on both the chairs and Harley herself crashing to the floor in a comical, seated position, her massive bulk wobbling like jelly in an earthquake as Harley just sat there amongst the splinters of the chairs that she totalled as she looked at the shocked interviewer and camera-man. "Well." Harley smirked, slowly adjusting herself so she was in one of those 'Paint me like one of your French girls' positions as she looked at the two men. "It looks like it's a two person job to help me up? You boys aren't going to just leave me here, are you?" (This fic wasn't really anything ground breaking or major, just a fun little fic and I hope you guys like it, hope you watch the promo, too, because Harley Wonderland is super underrated (and so are a lot of other Aussie wrestlers).
  5. (OK, so this is something a bit different for me, it's a super meta idea that I got when I stumbled across this amazing artwork from DeviantART's TheAmericanDream of Jumbo Jessica Rabbit and it really inspired me to do a sort of meta story with an OC of mine, Francesca, being the toon actress who plays Jessica Rabbit in Who Framed Roger Rabbit; I hope that you guys enjoy this and i'm interested in hearing your thoughts on this. If you guys want to see more of this, let me know. I wouldn't mind doing more of this because I think it has potential, hope others agree with me?) Frankie hated having to hide who she really was, she hated having to hide her natural British accent with a sultry American one, she hated the idea that she had to be slender for the role and she hated the idea that she would never get any credit, because as far as the general public were concerned; she and the rest of the toons weren't real. But she had genuinely loved the experience; she was convinced that this was going to be her big break as a Toon Actress, ironically playing another Toon Actress in Jessica Rabbit, but working with people like Bob Hoskins was an amazing experience and the first time that Frankie had worked with a live action actor on such a big stage. As the filming was wrapping up, Frankie did what she did after every day of filming and changed to her 'regular' form, basically her form as Jessica Rabbit, but instead of being as thin as a cocktail stick, Frankie was a rotund red-head, a big second chin that gave her British accent a deeper, heavier and huskier sound to it that just made her seem sexier, a big, bulbous orb of a belly that would have burst her vintage red dress if it wasn't for Toon Physics, her breasts, one of the defining features of Jessica Rabbit, weren't as comically oversized thanks to them resting on that slab of a belly. Her legs were scrapping together and giving the Toon a noticeable waddle and her hips were wide and flaring. "Still don't know why I can't just have this body, It'd be more relatable to the average yank." Vic scoffed a bit in her British accent as she tore into a bit of pork with gusto, she didn't know why big women couldn't be beautiful, too. But she wasn't one to complain considering that this would at least help her get put on the map compared to all the other animated actors and actresses out there. As Frankie gorged herself, the brightly coloured Roger Rabbit, who was Frankie's on-screen husband and more traditional 'toon' walked over to her. "You did good out there, Frankie. Bob has said that this should open the doors for us actually being able to interact with real humans." as the obese but beautiful Frankie looked over to Roger, who had been nothing but nice to the rotund redheaded toon and, as Frankie tore into another chicken leg, tearing it off the bone in a manner similar to the Tasmanian Devil, that got a pearly white smile on Frankie's double chinned face. "I'm surprised I was able to keep the accent and suck in my gut for long enough." Frankie laughed, her bulbous belly quaking, as she looked over to the other toons, who were shaking hands with the live action crew, Frankie felt quite emotional as she tried to not show that she was getting a fair bit upset. "This is our 'moon landing', isn't it, Roger? Toons acting with live action, Disney and Warner Brothers stopping having their dick measuring contest to actually work together...it's all downhill from here, isn't it?" Roger looked at the bulbous beauty who played his hour-glassed wife and sighed a bit "I mean, things evolve and things change, maybe we'll get something in the future?" Roger was a lot more well spoken and down to earth than his wacky portrayal on the movie that had his name in the title; but, like his character, he was still a good toon who had actually convinced a reluctant Bob Hoskins that it could work and gotten people like Christopher Lloyd on board. Frankie just looked at Roger and flashed him a wry smile on her round, gorgeous face as she had to admit that she was scared for the future, she and the other toons say that technology was marching on and, in their minds, it wouldn't be too long before they were considered obsolete. The red-head toon couldn't help but joke "It's a shame that I never got to keep my actual size, there's some interesting gags we could've done, thank god for Toon Physics, there's probably a jumbo jet in one of my folds?" Frankie laughed a bit in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Hey, I don't want to sound like I'm ungrateful, but I'm going to head off, one of my old mates from The Academy for Animated Actors is rocking up soon, called Squidward Tentacles, he's a really chilled out toon and he's looking for his big break, apparently he's got some sort of comedy act going with some little guy called Spongebob Squarepants, they're meant to be pretty good." Francesca mused as she hadn't realised that she had cleaned out the entire buffet table while she was talking to Roger, leaving just a comically high pile of empty plates and bowls. "Well, tell him I send my regards and if they ever want to get a foot in the door, they can call me." Roger remarked as he wrapped one of his arms around Frankie's bulbous back as he asked "Why not a picture? Just for proof that you've made it?" Roger suggested as Frankie flashed a lovely smile, before grunting as she dug into one of her huge and heavy rolls of side fat and fumbled around inside of them. Thanks to her toon physics, Frankie pulled out a motor-cycle, a jumbo jet and even an ocean liner from her one fold of belly fat before giving a big smile as she pulled out an old school camera. "Told you that not having me as the fat ass I am was wasted potential." Frankie boasted as she held the camera up to her and Roger with both of them smiling and showing a time for the toons that would never be topped in terms of animation and live-action working together.
  6. Does anyone know of a site that tells a feedee story related to that name if you put a name here in the old days? I am very curious
  7. Hello story lovers! I’ve seen some great stories on here and I’ve been writing stories involving weight gain and stuff for a few years. I’ve tried writing an interactive story before but as it got bigger and bigger I kinda abandoned it... Still the idea of creating something that is in some way interactive, but not as big as my previous attempt was, is still very intriguing to me. That is what brought me to this. I’d like to write a story where you, as a community, can vote for what happens in this story. We will create our story together! This way I can make it an interactive experience and keep the scale of writing down significantly. How will this work? First off, I will make a few polls on my DeviantArt (link below) to get the basic information and finally we will choose a topic. I will try to update the story weekly and a new poll will be created every week as well. Please note that English isn’t my first language, I have a semi busy schedule but I think this will be a cool experiment! For the polls and my stories: https://www.deviantart.com/lets-love-bellies First poll: https://www.deviantart.com/lets-love-bellies/poll/What-should-be-the-main-focus-of-this-story-7894736 Also, let me know what you think of this idea!
  8. After months of work, I'm releasing my first Weight Gain Novella. Blurb: Everyone struggles with their weight from time to time. The newest chemistry teacher at the university, Annie Keller, is no different. While most of her students don't notice or care, one of her repeat students definitely has. Come on a journey of discovery as Ian learns how many cookies he can cook in a semester while finding out just how deep his professor's weight issues run. It's a light forbidden romance story between a college student and their professor featuring female weight gain and ventriphilia(belly fetish) content. Counting the optional sex scene( Separated out at the end for those who don't like sex content) it clocks in at a bit over 20k words spread over 11 chapters. If you want to taste a bit, you can read the first chapter here: https://www.deviantart.com/juxtaterrestrial/art/Weighted-Grades-Chapter-1-882050318 Additionally, I've attached the cover below to further entice you. If that isn't enough, or if you're sold on the premise alone, you can pre-order the novella here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0979H18LZ If you'd like further assurances, I'd add that this isn't a story that I wrote and immediately uploaded. I had several people read it and provide feedback. Then once I made changes, I had another few people run through correcting the spelling and grammar. I'm sure there still may be flaws, but I'm confident that this is a quality product.
  9. Just a typical underweight young girl tries to gain weight on doctor's advice. Here's what she did with her words... "Let me count what I ate, the first day; morning - four packs of noodles, (each pack is 75g and 200 cal) - a small ** of soup, - two plates of stuffed leaves, (traditional balkan food) - a small pyrex of greenery. noon - just a ** of pasta. two hours later - I've finished all the leaf wraps. evening - just junk food. night - pizza. On the first day, I was stuffed like a pig, because my family didn't care much, so I contiuned The second day; morning - I finished all the noodles in the house. noon - a liter of coke. thirty minutes later - I've ate all the junk food at home. Since I was out of breath for a while, I could only drink a plate of soup for dinner. but I ate a lot more at night because I didn't eat much. night I finished two hamburgers, two medium pizzas, and four of those small Nutellas. The voices in my stomach are not heartwarming at all, I can't get up. I have now gone from 56 kilos to 64 kilos. I can only gas. I can't vomit and I can't go to the toilet at all. please help me." I don't know this story is real but who cares, It's hot to read and this what her belly looks like now
  10. Hello Everyone When I launched my page all the way back in November I released an exclusive story, I released a teaser for Chapter 1 here and seeing as the community has been so supportive of my work I have released chapter 2 here over on DA, you have to be a watcher to read it but its free to do so! I have also got a second chapter there of my ass & pussy expansion story too for those who are interested Let me know what you think -GD
  11. just a poll to find out what kind of stories everyone likes the most
  12. You met this girl on one of the many dating apps. Her profile is a bubbly, athletic short girl. She likes to have fun with her friends. Traveled to cool places. It’s a party everywhere she goes. You swiped right, matched and instantly hit it off together. Over the following weeks during COVID lockdown, you Facetime with this cute, bubbly girl. The conversations are great. Lots in common. Never running out of conversation topics. One of the topics you guys always return back to is food, though. She loves food and you love that she loves food. The enthusiasm is infectious. The screen captured only her face and never went lower than her neckline. You agree to meet up once you both are fully vaxxed. Wonderful. You suggest sushi and she suggests this all you can eat sushi restaurant. You meet at the restaurant and seems like that athletic girl from the pictures is a very plump and round girl. During Covid-19 quarantine, she gained 50 pounds and she hid it from you to shield herself from judgement. The restaurant is reservation only so you make the reservation in your name. You arrive first. The hostess, a skinny 19 year old conventionally attractive blonde girl, asks if you’ll be dining alone. You say no, table for two. You’ll be joined by a date soon enough. The hostess walks you to a free table at the very back of the restaurant. In idle chit chat walking across the room, you show her a picture of your date, short 5’2” athletic woman, asking the hostess to point your date in the direction of your table. She assures you that she will do just that. The Lunch Rush is on and the restaurant is getting busy. Your phone buzzes. SOMETHING IS WRONG. The hostess wont let your date through unless she has a reservation or is meeting someone already seated. She gives your name but the hostess doesn’t believe her. You walk up to the hostess station and confront the situation. Your date doesn’t look like quite like she does her dating profile pictures. She was MUCH smaller in her pictures. Your date looks the same except she has gained weight from her pre quarantine pictures. A LOT OF WEIGHT. The hostess is totally embarrassed. She thought your date was someone else, someone thinner. You are shocked by this transformation. Mesmerized. Taken in by the hypnotic quality of your date’s new curves. You understand now why you like it. You always brought back the conversations to food. You don’t judge her. Quite the opposite. You bashfully admit her appetite is a turn on. In past conversations about food, it turned you on that she had a big appetite. 

You can’t look away from her. she wears black leggings and a black top that makes her like a chubby Sandy from Grease. She jiggles with every step towards the buffet. Still unsure to take you at your word, she fills up her plate that is simply just a sad excuse of proportions. She is trying to eat like a bird. You tease her about this followed with encouragement to get more, it’s all you can eat after all. You barely sit down and she is already chowing down furiously. “You must have been starving!’’, you say. She bashfully admits that she already had two meals that day. First and second breakfast. Hot. This girl can put it away alright. This puts a question in your mind. How much can she eat? Can that limit be pushed if she really wants to go there? Can you give her that permission to give into her latent desires? After finishing her plate, she pretends to be full. You don’t buy it. You walk with her to the buffet. After asking her what looks good, she picks out the food that look the tastiest. You place the food on her plate, look her in the eyes, and tell her we’re not leaving until you finish this plate. She can’t help but blush. The wine flows. Food devoured. You have no problem showering her in compliments. You get turned on more and more she stuffs her plump pretty face. Her plate is finished. She can’t believe she ate that much. Her leggings grow tight around the midsection. You ask her if she is feeling full. She pauses and says “kinda”. Bingo. You pick up her plate. Walk over to the buffet. Hand her her final plate with the same proportions as before. You push the plate filled with yummy and delicious food on it towards her. Smile. Say, “you’re pretty when you eat.” She looks at the food. A voice in her tells her no but she is feeling rebellious. Fuck it. She gives in. Desire wins that round. There is no going back.
  13. I'm looking to collaborate with the community in order to write an FA-related story. My story idea: two IG models who post pics as plus-sized model, but in reality, are quite skinny. I was thinking they could use an app to manipulate their body weight. This app could be a secret and only available to a select few people. I was thinking the app could temporarily fatten them up to be either 400 or 500ish pounds. And they could take a bunch of selfies and videos while they're that big. In terms of the conflict, this is where I was having a little bit of trouble. I was hoping that their conflict could revolve around the app's effects not wearing off. Or, better yet, they could be exposed as "fake fatties" by a newspaper tabloid and forced to respond to allegations that they aren't really that big. And I'd want some help coming up with a potential resolution. As for the characters, I was thinking their names could be Josie (short for Josefina) and Karina. These girls are both in their mid-to-late 20s. And they're both rather short, 5'3 and 5'4, respectively. They could both model swimsuits, lingerie, and "looks."
  14. Hi everyone! So today I went to a cookout with a lot of my extended family for Memorial Day. Something kind of unexpected happened with my cousin and I thought it was interesting so I decided to share with you guys! (Also I’m not a writer so don’t judge grammar/creativity it’s just a true story lol) — Also If you don’t know me I started gaining about 2 1/2 months ago (unintentionally with quarantine...it’s a long story) but anyways I have always been very thin with a flat stomach so now that I’m a little chunkier and have a new belly I knew my family would notice. When I arrived to my cousins house I was already getting ready for some comments on my new weight. Considering I’ve gained a good 20 pounds (and counting 😏) since before quarantine. I wore some jean shorts that are definitely a little tighter now than they had been last year giving me a little bit of a muffin top and a pretty regular shirt. My shirt was pretty stretchy so it fit almost the same besides the round outline of my belly showing through the somewhat thin fabric. I said hi to all my cousins and family that I hadn’t seen in awhile. No one really said anything negative about my weight/how I looked. My aunt looked at me and said “you look cute!” and that was it. Pretty soon it was time to eat. I loveeee cookout food! Hotdogs, hamburgers, pasta salad, potato salad, watermelon, lots of chips and desserts! 😋 I made my first plate with a heaping portion of everything and one hotdog and one hamburger to start. I easily shoveled down that plate. I got up to go get seconds - this is when I noticed one of my cousins. She’s a pretty average weight not super skinny but definitely not chubby - average with a little pooch if you know what I mean. Now that I’ve gained some pounds I’m a little chunkier than her maybe by like 10-15 pounds but not that much. She works out often and usually watches what she eats very very carefully because she used to be a little overweight but I noticed she made herself a decent sized plate - almost as much as mine - which is rare for her. Usually at family gatherings or holidays she hardly eats any food. I watched her eat her first plate almost as quick as me! When I went to go get seconds I heard my mom say “you already finished your plate?” as most people were still eating their first plate. I just smiled and said “yup!”. My cousin followed quickly after me to get seconds. We both got some more food - I got more chips, pasta salad, another hotdog and another hamburger while just grabbed some chips and potato salad. Once again we ate pretty fast. I told myself that might be enough and maybe I should slow down as I felt my mom glaring me eating my second helping. I could feel my belly pressing against my tight jean shorts, especially when I sat down, and I knew it was probably sticking out a bit more than before. I loved this feeling and went back to the table of food without even thinking about it. I grabbed another hotdog and a huge helping of chips. My cousin didn’t fill up her plate a third time but she kept eating a few chips off of my plate every now and then. At this point we both had very visible food b**s, mine sticking out further than hers by a couple of inches or so. My belly was clearly peaking out of my shirt at this point but I liked it. A muffin top was very visible as I sat down in my too small shorts and even visible when I was standing. After I finished that plate I was extremely full and I knew she was too. Her belly was peaking out of her tank top quite a bit. She leaned back in her chair and made a moaning noise like she was full. Then I watched her hands start to rub her round stomach. I was shocked, in awe almost. It made me want to do the same so I secretly began to rub my belly underneath the table. Then to my surprise she lifted up her shirt exposing her giant food baby! I couldn’t believe it! Still rubbing her belly, one of our other cousins slapped her belly and said, “damn that’s quite the food baby!”. Her cheeks got red with embarrassment but then she kind of just started laughing. To make her feel a little better I said, “Okay but have you seen mine!” and lifted up my shirt exposing my growing belly. Her eyes widened a bit not truly realizing just how much I had gained. She slapped mine too and said, “my god what have you put in there?!”. Just then my grandma came out and announced it was time for dessert. My cousins and I looked at each other and smiled. She was known for her famous chocolate cake and I couldn’t wait! My cousin who had shamed our bellies said, “I don’t know if you guys need any of that...” We were laughing but she started to look a little serious. I looked at her and said, “are you kidding?! There’s no way I’m not eating some of grandmas cake!”. We laughed and went inside to get some cake. I started with a pretty big slice while my cousin just cut herself a small normal sized piece. It looked like she was trying to slow down a little. When my cousin and I went back inside to get another slice it was just us in the kitchen while everyone else was still outside talking and eating. She looked at the cake and goes “I know I shouldn’t...” but her hand picked up the spatula to shovel another slice on her plate. I just kind of laughed and said, “okay but when’s the next time we get some of this cake? I’m not waiting until thanksgiving for more of this!”. She knew I was right and started eating her second piece in the kitchen. I figured this was a good time to eat more cake anyways since no one was in here... she looked at me staring at the cake and said, “hey I won’t tell anyone if you have another piece...”. I cut another huge slice and literally shoved it in my mouth. It was so good and chocolately I just wanted to eat the whole cake. She started laughing at me and said, “damn I didn’t know you were that much of a pig!” I made a shocked face pretending to be offended and then just started laughing. The rest of the cookout was mostly just visiting with family and playing games. My cousins and I usually play some volleyball so after cake everyone wanted to play. As a former volleyball player I love to play but I was feeling kind of full. I joined in anyways but my shorts kept riding up my ass every time I would move or jump to hit the ball. Not to mention my shirt kept coming up as well. I tried to pull it down multiple times but there really was no use. It would just go right back up. My belly was practically hanging out at this point jiggling each time I hit the ball. My cousins food baby was peaking out as well and bouncing a little as she played. I had to take a break a few times because I was getting a little winded. When I was taking a break my grandma walked over and saw my round belly very visibly hanging out of my shirt. She looked down and said “looks like you had a little too much cake dear!”. She was laughing and I don’t think she meant it to be a rude comment. I smiled and told her it was my favorite how could I not have a few slices! That was pretty much the end of the cookout. I’m still kind of shocked at my cousins new appetite - not at all judging her bc clearly I’m doing the same thing (well actually eating even more than her haha) so I’m sure my family was shocked at my new appetite as well! It’s just kind of crazy to watch because she has always been so careful with what she ate. Even when I was slimmer I still ate pretty much anything I wanted just with more moderation than now. I’m still not sure why she’s begun to eat so much. Maybe the same way I started, maybe quarantine, added stress, relationship problems, I have no idea but I kinda want to find out. I’ll keep you guys updated if I find out why or have any other stories! Also let me know what you guys thought/if you liked it!
  15. Hello Curvage, I uhh have been a long time lurker I suppose, and I figured that I should finally contribute something of my own! Since I have started writing stories on Deviant Art, I have a one off to share here, and if anyone wants to read more, feel free to go to my Deviant Art 'Jokermoon'. I generally write League of Legends related fanfic on the chance you have ever played the game. Slow Work Week Day 1: Caitlyn found herself on top of a building lining a street on the outer stretches of Piltover, not too terribly far from the city wharfs, it was this point that she intended to use to stake-out a low price hotel regularly rented out as an exclusive 'gentleman's club'. The good sheriff had been on a case for the better part of the last three months figuring out the group behind a series of recent high profile murders, it led her here, but now she needed to simply be patient and wait to mark down with her keen eyesight everyone that entered and left the building, she had a good high spot, and surrounded by rooftop shrubbery she was provided even more cover. What Caitlyn failed to consider however was that she was used to actively being on a case, just waiting sitting in one spot for hours was the pinnacle of boring... she was no adrenaline junkie, but even she could feel how this could all just wear away at you, hmm, thank the Gods Caitlyn never had to work behind a desk. Cue 5 hours later and Caitlyn found out the worst part of the whole ordeal, the rumble of a very hungry stomach, perhaps she could go through her pack and have at one of those handmade yordle traps? "Hmm, I never realized just how good these are."Day 27: Caitlyn sat back down on that chair she had grown very accustomed to as of late and prepared for yet another day of her task, though last night there was a bust of a handful of men that she had spotted herself by other peacekeepers of the city government, hearing of the fact that her efforts after all this time were in fact not in vain was a major morale boost. Ofcourse there were other things that happened before that indicated she was of use, else she wouldn't have been staring at a building all day for a month, but those were just info leads and some arrests that seemed to only bring the whole law enforcement case further down a rabbit hole, this was the first case of actual serious progress, and that was satisfying, almost as satisfying as the glazed chocolate covered donut Caitlyn found stuffed down her gullet in three bites. That was a joke, of course Caitlyn cared about the law and putting criminals away then a snack, the whole getting into the donut culture and trying out the local shop and every flavor was just an added bonus to her spending all day up on a rooftop, she after all had more then enough spare time while also doing her job. There was also an element of necessity because making her yordle traps was too time consuming for work days, and she had come to eat her way through her entire supply quite quickly, a fact not lost on anyone who saw Caitlyn considering the potbelly she sported that actively bulged both over and under the belt she wore around her middle. And that ** belly wasn't going anywhere but further out with the fact that she was bringing up a can of creme she used for her cupcakes and happily sucking down the nozzle.Day 50: "Zzzzzzzzz." Caitlyn sat on her back, belly up, and a great heaving belly it was, a fat gut that put an incredible stress on her poor old dress, hiking it up to the appoint of embarrassment in showing everyone a sliver of her knickers, and most notably causing her belt to audibly creak whenever she bent even the slightest as it left her belly forming rolls around it. She of course was supposed to be keeping an eye on the hotel across the street, but with the midday sun beating down on her, and a box of donuts emptied into her stomach, the proof of a sticky barren box still laying right by her side, she couldn't help but feel awfully sleepy, and thus she napped. She had to settle her belly somehow after all, if she didn't sleep then she wouldn't have been able to so readily ignore the pain of having eaten so much with no relief to her overstuffed belly thanks to the ridiculously undersized clothing that actively pinched down on her whole flabby body. The whole time her hex dispatcher was going off over a desperate call of assistance in a robbery and shootout, one frantic call, and then another, one after the other which themselves could serve to tell the whole tale of how it started, the holdup and the succeeding chase. 'Piltover's Finest' meanwhile was far too glutted to have been stirred from her rest, and was solidly still laying on her fat rear.Following Day: There was no keeping track of days on the stake-out anymore, Caitlyn was off the case, in fact her role as a peacekeeper for the city in general was suspended, Caitlyn was heart broken when the commissioner told her that she was simply too fat to function with her duties and that her neglect and 'disappearance' during service was not acceptable. There was no chance on all of runeterra though that she was just going to accept that and move on, she was an officer of the law god dammit and if she needed to lose weight, then so be it! To the gym she goes. Upon arriving at the Gym and undressing into workout clothes, the true gravity of what Caitlyn had done to herself was realized, both in terms of how much weight she had clearly gained, and of how all that additional weight absolutely impacted her ability to do anything in life, she struggled to undress herself, all of those belts were squeezing her like a vice and trying their darnedest to hold back the fat of her arms and legs that were nothing but pure vanilla pudding. Now, this wasn't the first time she had literally noticed, any one who would have run into her would have noticed the lack of her classic choker, it simply had become too uncomfortable with the plumpness that even her chin had gained, it made a snug fit become just a bit too much for her to comfortably continue her day with. Now she got to look at herself in a locker room mirror with nothing but track pants, workout shoes that felt tight from even her feet fattening up a bit, and a white tanktop that failed to contain the massive lower roll of her belly with both her gut and over blown tits pushing out at the lacking material, her plump ham arms were also prominently on display.She tried her hardest at working out, she really did, she had all the motivation in the world to lose weight and get back into crime fighting shape, but incredible transformation into a glutton aside that would itself make this all the more difficult a goal, she also realized that her fitness had completely dissipated from her, though to be fair, she was always skinny with some knowledge of how to defend herself as opposed to actual athleticism, so she would be lying to herself somewhat to pretend she was any sort of capable gym rat two months ago. But now that wasn't a seemingly feasibly possibility with how flabby arms failed to be able to lift even the lightest weight for more then a couple of reps, her efforts at stretching between exercises felt clumsy, situps and jumping jacks were impossible, the treadmill left her gasping for air and sucking down a gallon of water, a burn at her side to match that of her shame in how everyone around her viewed her. Caitlyn only hoped to herself that her long purple locks didn't give away her identity to the other gym goers around her, but plenty of them suspected and were shocked, not that they needed that piece of information to have reason to stare, who could ignore a heaving near obese gut bouncing up and down while some fatty tries to jog? Caitlyn had tried and now she felt thoroughly dejected and in need of just going home and looking back over things, seeing how she could take things slower.Thankfully the time of day just wasn't really one where the place was exceptionally full or more importantly taking in many people or having many people leave, the sheriff the only one in the female locker room at the time, something that she desperately needed for her self morale. Athletic wear being sled off her plumped up form with enough jiggle to be mistaken for a platter of jello, sweating from just getting down to her absurdly tiny panties, and ofcourse no bra to be worn, just stuffing those melons into a tight dress that had to be actively pulled at from the bottom to get it on. Then came the part that Caitlyn actively dreaded, one could immediately see the scowl upon her chubby face as she started working on those belts, squeezing down on her own fat since she knew that was the only way she would manage to fit them even at their loosest, and ofcourse the main belt, that felt like a garter it pinched her waist so much, she had to take a deep breath to fit it, and she started to fear what would happen if exhaled too fast. But low and behold she managed to dress herself, she needed some new clothes and fast, but that choice felt like it would be giving in, a show of defeat, regardless she put her large and loud purple cap on her head and head out, duffel bag lugged along.What she saw next though was her opportunity, a mere moment of finding herself out on the brick road, some poor woman in a robe was screaming from the ground, clearly knocked aside by some rapscallion running off with an assumed purse of some sort, one that evidently didn't belong to him. Caitlyn had been lying on the locker room bench for long enough to gain her wind back even if that stamina pool was limited, and she knew that she could still do her job and catch criminals, no matter her size! If she would ever prove it, it would be now, not just to prove herself to the force as still capable, but also to herself, because some doubts were starting to enter Caitlyn's mind and she didn't like that one bit, she didn't want to be haunted by self loathing, this was what she was always meant to be, a law giver of the force, even if she had put on a hundred pounds or two. She was quick to set to work, sprinting after the man and causing him to turn back slightly to see who was shouting at him to stop, he was an idiot and ran into a trash can which held him back a good few moments reeling in pain, enough time to let Caitlyn start to seriously close the distance, and realizing that he was about to get run over by some over fed stuffed up woman with a fire in her eyes, he set to run again, though not terribly far until a major road block and he looked instead to some scaffolding and a ladder to climb.Caitlyn was overjoyed at the fact that it seemed like she might actually get this man, even if through pure circumstance, but also came to realize that running felt a lot more strange when your thighs were so readily rubbing along eachother, adding a bit of a burning to her along her sides that reminded her of the gym, but she wasn't going to give up so easily, even if she felt like her outfit was strangling the life out of her. But so much quick movement, enough to equal the amount she had managed in the last week meant a stress test that her clothes was simply not ready to handle, that belt keeping her gut back just snapping under the weight of her flabby center jostling about so much, her dress to was quality enough to not rip and tear, but it was so ill fitting when not being held down to a dangerous degree by that old belt that it rode up to the point of not covering an inch of her belly in all of its glorious blubber. That blubber belly was free to bounce about as she let that leather belt fall behind to the ground, soon followed by the belts around her arms and legs that equally popped, unable to contain so much chub in motion, she was a nearly naked wreck with big purple panties free to be seen by everyone by the time she slammed against that scaffolding, slowing down her criminal significantly by knocking the first portion of it down, leaving him scrambling to the ground. Only a ramp was left for him to quickly regain his composure and make it back up, but now Caitlyn could actually follow him, though running up that wooden impromptu ramp sure left the crowd that formed in her wake with a view of a set of incredible butt cheeks with practically nowhere to go. The two of them up on scaffolding though proved dangerous, everyone of her steps a heavy shaking affair that made the whole structure seem about as ready to collapse as herself from how much her lungs wanted to give out. "I- huh huh huh, I-I demand you stop in.... th-the name of Piltover La-*CRASH*" Caitlyn tried to speak up as they slowed their running pace, only making herself labour more until it seemed the perp had no where to go, and then there was a whole lot of Sheriff coming down crashing onto him and straight through the ground to leave them in a rubble pile of plywood. "Hmm, I still got it."
  16. The Abyss Part 1 – In the middle, somewhere I first noticed The Abyss at the bottom of a bowl of cornflakes. It was not the first place you expect to find it, in all honesty, but times had been tough and the pandemic had really buggered up my feng shui. I was having a right old gander at the bottom of my cereal and I realised something. I realised I was staring into The Abyss. I really should have noticed it sooner. But this story doesn’t start with me staring into The Abyss. This is my story and I want it to start earlier. This story starts where all good stories start. In the middle, somewhere. *-*-*-*-*-* “Pawn?” “No, porn” “Th… that’s what I said” “Pawn and porn don’t sound the same” “Yeah they do. P – AW – N. Porn” “British people are so weird. Like, you think you’d be able to speak English given that you guys invented it” And this was what a phone conversation between me and Maria sounded like. Maria was my best friend. And also my worst nightmare. Think Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. Think Pete Doherty and heroin. That kinda relationship. Love/Hate. Best of frenemies. A combination of fixation and jealousy. And we were chatting on the phone a couple of days after lockdown had been announced. Some blond buffoon, dishevelled like an old teddy bear, told us that we’d need to, and I quote, ‘flatten the sombrero’. That blond buffoon was our Prime Minister, and that ‘sombrero’ was the number of cases of coronavirus pervading through our vulnerable population. Many of my future Abyss related issues stem from that scarecrow-looking arse-shepherd announcing lockdown. “You are watching porn?” “Oh, you can’t blame me, Nay-nay. It was either that or deal with the McLean account. And now you’re dealing with the McLean account and I’m watching porn. So, everything’s coming up Maria” she smiled, Basquely. She’s Basque, by the way. Did I mention that she’s Basque? “So I’m doing all the hard work and you’re just masturbating to...” “It’s called Big Titty Car Mechanic Cum Explosion and it’s really good. You’d appreciate the craftsmanship. The cinematography is excellent” she teased. “How do you know a word like cinematography? English is supposed to be your second language” “Third, actually. I’m Basque, remember?” See, I told you she was Basque. “And do you know what the word cinematography is in Spanish?” “No?” “Cinematografía” “Oh. That’s not too hard to learn I guess” I admitted. I wish I could speak more than one language. I wish I was more like Maria. “Doesn’t excuse the fact that you’re watching porn while you’re supposed to be dealing with this McLean bullshit”. “And the plot’s good” “The plot’s good?” “Of Big Titty Car Mechanic Cum Explosion. It’s got a good storyline” “Big Titty Car Mechanic Cum Explosion has a good storyline? Did the car mechanic cum explode over some big titties? By any chance?” “Oh. So you’ve seen this one?” And on and on we go. It was only Tuesday of our second week of lockdown and we’d settled into a routine. We were colleagues for some B2B data server provider who had found ourselves working in an office surrounded by men with receding hairlines and crinkled shirts. Back in the office, work was boring so we’d lean on each other for sanity and conversation. Working form home, however, work was still boring so we’d still lean on each other for sanity and conversation. To aid the dreary drudgery of having to work from home, we’d chat about whatever conversation topic that sprung into our heads. And then take the piss out of it. And we’d do so from the other side of Liverpool. She was an adotped woollyback who lived South of the Mersey. Born in Bilbao (which I thought was the name of a hobbit, but what do I know) but emigrated at some point. Not sure when. She spoke better English than I did, but would always insist it was her third language behind Spanish and Basque. The lauburu tattoo on the back of her neck was a small, inked shrine to her roots and her identity. And she held those roots in high regard. If you want to know how proud she is of being Basque, call her Spanish to her face and then see how long it is until she breaks your arm. Me? Oh, I was a proper Scouser, born and bred. Right down to the phlegmy pronunciation and the idolisation of Steven Gerrard. My da even worked down the docks, until he hurt his back. He even had the Scouse curly hair and caterpillars for eyebrows. And I was just as stereotypically Liverpudlian. I’d do all the Liverpool things. I’d glass anyone who insulted the Beatles and I’d glass anyone who didn’t insult The Sun. The only thing that wasn’t Scouse about me was my name. “So what are you wearing, Nay-nay?” My name isn’t Nay-nay, though you’d be forgiven for thinking so. After all, it’s all that anybody calls me. Leading to a childhood that involved a lot of horse mimicry and bullying. But everyone calls me Nay-nay. Even Maria. Though Maria can call me anything she likes. My name is Naomee. Yes, Naomee. You read that right. Two ‘e’s. Why? Fuck knows. Because my parents can’t spell? Probably. But yeah, my name is ‘Naomi’ but it’s spelt ‘Naomee’ like a supporting character from an American High School comedy who says the word ‘totally’ a lot. Which I totally don’t, by the way. And she was asking about what I was wearing not because this was that kind of phone call where you ask what the other person is wearing. We were colleagues, not lovers. Not yet, anyway. No, she was asking because this Scouser here – points to self – had been wearing her work uniform even though she was working from home. I’d even do my hair and make-up for it. It just felt right. You know? Proper. It was still work, right? You should dress appropriately. Of course, Maria rarely dressed ‘appropriately’ even when she was at work. But that’s by the by. But I just wanted the routine. I wanted the maintained standards. I wanted to keep a handle on things. I didn’t want my normality to be fully eroded. It was bad enough sitting with my feet up and an old and over-heating laptop on my knees. But I wanted to keep as much normality as possible. Maria wasn’t so convinced. “Are you wearing work clothes or have you finally started wearing Pjs?” “Pjs” “Finally. Welcome to the dark side. We have cookies” “I do like cookies” “I’m naked, by the way” “That doesn’t count as joining the dark side. You’re always naked” “I know. I was practically born naked” “You were literally born naked, Maria” “So we’re both wearing our Pjs” “Because… let me guess… you sleep naked?” “I’m always naked” “You are always naked, I will admit that” She was. Maria was… uninhibited, shall we say. Liked to fuck around with the idea of fucking around. Even when we were in the office, an office that was an ode to shades of eggshell and with an air-conditioner that sounded like someone giving birth to a fully-grown Dwayne Johnson, she wore the tightest, most flattering, most revealing clothes she could get away with for somewhere that didn’t feature poles or tassels. She was… well, she was Maria. You’ll see. All in good time but trust me, you’ll see. “How does it feel, Nay-nay? To be lounging around in your Pjs? To give in? To begin your descent towards the deep, dark Abyss?” “Comfy” “Is it a full-length nightie or do you have like the frilly top and the shorts?” “Frilly top and shorts. I thought I’d make an effort. I am at work, after all. What about you?” “I’m naked. Do you have amnesia? We talked about this like 30 seconds ago.” “But what do you do when… y’know… Big Rab gets you on a Zoom meeting? Do you just have clothes lying around nearby or…?” Big Rab was our boss. We call him that cos he’s 5ft6. We have literally zero respect for Big Rab. Nobody does. I’m not sure even Big Rab has respect for Big Rab. He had a moustache that made him look like he coached the under 12s of a local football team. His hair was thinning as the rest of him was fattening, until he looked like a cross between a trade union leader and Danny DeVito. Big Rab. Fucking Big Rab. “Fucking Big Rab?” she said, phlegming it up on the ‘kkkh’ on ‘fucking’ like a native. Like seriously, how does she sound so local saying some words and sound like Puss In Boots other times? “Who cares what Big Rab thinks? Anyway, my laptop stand props it high up so he can only see my shoulders. For all he knows, I could just be wearing a strapless dress”. “I don’t know how you get away with doing the shit you do. One day, karma’s gonna turn on you” “Never” “You have all the luck. It’s gotta run out at some point” “Why?” “Because… odds? Probability?” “Luck isn’t something that happens to you. It’s something you do” “Fuck off, no it’s not. It’s literally not” “It is” “No it’s not. It happens to you. You aren’t in control of your life, Maria Exterberria. We’re all just driftwood being dragged down wild rapids” “Correction… you aren’t in control of your life. I am in complete control in my life. I’m not driftwood being towards The Abyss. Because I’m hot” “I’m hot too” “No, you are cute. I am hot. I sizzle. Tssss” She did the sound of sizzling. You can see why I hated her, can’t you? You can see why I loved her, can’t you? She had a point. She was hot. Filthy hot. Irritatingly hot. It was a lazy hot too. The worst kind. She seemed to wake up with immaculate hair. Clothes always fit just perfectly without her needing to try them on. She never exercised or watched what she ate and yet she always looked like rice paper would give her bloating. Somewhere, Mephistopheles is counting down the days, I swear. Her face looked like it had been airbrushed. In real time. The bitch. The very sexy bitch. And I was hot too. No, really. I mean, look guys, I know I’m biased. What with me being me. I’m invested. But I was hot. Genuinely. I had all the hot things that other hot people had. Hot legs, hot arms, hot… other stuff. Whatever you like. The entire range. So why did she say I was cute? I was hot! I sizzled! I went ‘tsssss’ too. I did. Stop looking at me like that, I did. “And being hot means you never have to worry about… anything?” “Exactly. Take Big Rab, for example. I could murder his only son...” “I hate that kid” “Me too” “I mean, if you did his son in, you’d be doing us all a favour” “Right?” “In this hypothetical situation, of course. I’m not explicitly advocating murder” “I could murder that little shit and Big Rab wouldn’t even fire me. I’d just have to lean forwards to give him a view of my cleavage” and yeah, she had great cleavage despite being skinnier than a fasting toothpick. She won the genetic lottery. And it was a rollover too. “…and he’d probably give me a promotion too” “Men are so shallow” “Mortals are so shallow” “You’re not a deity, Maria” “I’m a goddess?” “Not a literal goddess” “Hmmm… yeah, no, I think I’m a literal goddess. So, I could get away with killing him. You? You are very attractive...” “Cheers?” “But you couldn’t get away with infanticide” “Fuck you, I so could. And how do you know the word infanticide?” “It’s infanticidio in Spanish” “Is Spanish just English with a lisp and a vowel on the end?” “So, this is why you feel like driftwood heading towards The Abyss and I feel like the mountain you’re tumbling down” And, at this point, I suppose I should tell you what The Abyss is, shouldn’t I? Well, as it’s you, I will. Here you go. Rhiannon stared into The Abyss. She worked in payroll, did Rhiannon. Lovely girl, but quiet though. Kept herself to herself. And Rhiannon gambled. We all knew she liked a flutter, but it turned out she actually really gambled. She was at that stage where she felt like she needed to gamble because winning was the only possible, conceivable way that she could ever get enough money to pay off her gambling debts. The gambling debts she’d accrued from gambling to win enough money to pay off her gambling debts. That particular vicious circle. Like a one-person pyramid scheme. An Ouroborous of debt. Well, as happenstance would deign it to be, she won. Big. Enough to pay off all her gambling debts. Even the little shitty ones. Despite it being deeply illogical, sometimes the universe is flawed like that. It rewards bad habits. Her win may have been a one-in-a-million occurrence, but there are 7 billion people in the world so maybe the odds were on her side. And so she did the inconceivable. She gambled her way out of debt. And then she gambled her way back into debt. Because she figured her luck had turned and because it felt a waste to win all that money and only be back to zero. She wanted to win and be wealthy off of it, and felt cheated that she wasn’t. Last time I saw her, was lying down in an overgrown parka outside big Asda. I bought her a sandwich and coke meal deal. It was the least I could do. I always cared for the homeless. It wasn’t her fault she gambled her way back into the problem from which Fate had generously freed her. She’d stared into The Abyss. And The Abyss had stared back. That’s just how The Abyss works. Well, that’s how we’d gossiped about it in the office, anyway. Setting ‘The Abyss’ as a catch-all for the inescapable pull of rock-bottom. And one of the people who’d engage in this deeply disrespectful gossip-mongering was Riyadh. Riyadh was a filthy gossip. Until The Abyss got to him too. In his case, he was caught cheating on his wife with some other woman that he also claimed to love. Both of them left him when they found out about each other and he went from having his cake and eating it to having no cake and starving. He took it badly. We found out how badly after he didn’t come in to work for a couple of days. He’d committed suicide, and he didn’t even have the dignity to confine his wrist slicing to the bathtub. The people who lived in the flat beneath him, report damp on the ceiling. And then they reported that the damp was merlot red. Now, you might be thinking, what an over-reaction. Does a little itsy-bitsy heart-break warrant the shearing of his radial? But he’d seen The Abyss at this point. The Abyss had seen him back. And when he’d think of what his future held without either of those women in his life, he saw nothing. Just the vacuous space where one of them should have been, from here unto eternity. Or, that’s what we said, anyway. As we gossiped about it at work. It’s what he would have wanted. “I am not heading towards The Abyss because I’m not wearing Pjs. Pjs that you bullied me into wearing by the way” “I didn’t bully you, Nay-nay” “Yes you did. By suggesting that I wear them in that sexy Spanish accent of yours. You know I can’t resist that.” “If you call my accent Spanish one more time, I’ll rip your fucking throat out!” “Oh, you object to me saying your accent is Spanish but you’re fine with me calling it sexy?” I laughed. There weren’t many people who could get away with calling her Spanish in any way. Neil from IT did it once and now he’s missing teeth. He didn’t report her though. Luck or sex appeal? You decide. “I am sexy, Nay-nay. You’re just stating a fact” “Is it a fact though?” “Yes, and don’t test me on this. Especially cos I’m reaching a climax right now” Yeah. That caused me to take a beat. She actually said that to me. “You’re still masturbating? While we’re on this call?” “Yeah” she said, as if it was normal. But, that’s not normal though guys? Right? “And was it the porn that stimulated you, or all that talk of you finding yourself sexy that did it?” “I am so fucking hot” she whimpered. “Are you having phone sex? With… yourself? And I’m the third wheel in a two-way conversation somehow?” “I am so fucking hot” she whimpered again, like that was a response. I just put the phone down and let herself finish herself off. It was kinda frustrating, kinda insulting, and all kinds of Maria. She just existed in her own space, doing her own thing, and the world would just have to work around her. This was a woman who could get breathy at just hearing herself give herself compliments. It’s alright for some. I sat up and looked at my laptop screen and tried to put her breathy groans out of my head. But the alternative was dealing with the McLean account, and the thought of that made me queasy. Honestly, it was the comment about The Abyss had made me a little queasy. I wasn’t anywhere near any Abyss, which wasn’t real anyway. I’d worn pyjamas. Big whoop. They were cute Pjs anyway. I don’t know why I felt so defensive. It seemed to hit a nerve that I didn’t realise was showing. I mean, I could take a leaf out of Maria’s book, I guess. What was it called? Big Titty Car Mechanic Cum Explosion? I mean, I could type that into Pornhub’s search filter? I could let my hand slip down my fancy working-from-home nightwear. I could, couldn’t I? Maybe be the mountain that the rapids poured down that carried the driftwood, for a change. I got up to close the curtains, shaking off the crumbs that had been caught in my top as I rose. And doing that caused me to pause and reflect. Reflect at how maybe I had flirted with a little sneaky side-eye at The Abyss after all. Reflect on the real reason I was wearing nightwear as workwear, besides Maria’s gentle coaxing to her covetous dark side. I had been snacking far more than usual. And I was struggling to button my work trousers. I’d gained 20lbs in the past 6 weeks. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what I meant when I told you that I was starting this story in the middle, somewhere. Because the weight gain that you’re presumably all here for, was already a WIP. I’d gained 20lbs, and found them in my middle, somewhere.
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