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  1. I finally got one with some "stuckage" in it for you guys!!! Santa has gotten too fat to get down the chimney so he sends me! I fall out of the fireplace, enjoy some cookies and eggnog while fretting over how fat they are making me (eggnog has about twice the amount of calories of milk!). I get a little tipsy on the eggnog and then its time to go back up the chimney, but now, with my belly expanded from all the cookies and eggnog I won't fit!!! I try and try but I'm stuck on the entrance of the fireplace!!! You get to see my belly roll up and jiggle and my booty shaking as I desperately try to get back in but its no use!!! Soon I might as fat as Santa!!! Highest production quality yet!!
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  2. After the giantess Lilith gets a taste of crime...or rather, a taste of criminals...she vows to clean up the streets of Gummy Town. No crime is too small to call in the sheriff! But what will Lilith do when all the gummies she devoured are reported missing? Contains: F Giantess Pred, Gummy Prey, Multi Prey, Implied Weight Gain, Mouth Stuffing, Eating, Hungry Pred, Greedy Pred, Burping, Hiccups, Belly Noises
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  3. Chapter 1 My name is Jane and I have a confession to make, it embarrasses me to say it, but I have a thing for plump bodies. Though I guess ‘fat fetish’ is a more accurate way to call it, even if it doesn’t sound pretty. I’ll begin by telling you about the before times in the mystical era of 2019, a better time really, the grass was greener and things were simpler. Back then I spent my free time hanging out with my friends and performing outdoor activities in general, but as 2019 drew to a close and 2020 began, something happened. Of course you’re familiar with it: the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s a shame really, I spent my last couple of years of high school inside and I didn’t even get a graduation party. But something else happened, as I was never really into videogames, movies, and whatnot I spent my time on social media and I noticed a trend, many of my classmates started to gain weight, indeed the combination of not being able to go outside and the half-assed online PE class (In which many students had ‘broken cameras’ suspiciously often) meant that the pounds started to pile on and on. Seeing this happen I felt something, at first I tried to deny it and pass it off as disgust, it was beyond me that I would feel something for such an unconventionally body type, one which is seen as undesirable by society at large. But it continued and I slowly began to desire it more and more, a sort of forbidden fruit. I kept watching people on social media balloon up and I couldn’t get enough of it. The boredom of the pandemic eventually got to me and one day I opened my Notebook, opened a browser window in incognito mode, and began searching, that day was the day when the floodgates opened, I was discovering a whole new world I never knew existed, I knew some people had strange or unconventional body preferences but that was the tip of the iceberg compared to what I dove into. I saw it all – real models of all shapes and sizes! high-quality art! stories! comics! forums! even a site dedicated to weight gain video games! I learned the terminology and the various communities, and I began to become surprisingly tech-savvy as well, both to find more content and to hide my tracks, this was my secret obsession and I did my best to stay under the radar, I had some close calls now and then but as time went on I got better and better. Burner phones! burner emails! VPNs! Safer internet browsers! the tools of the trade, I couldn’t let anyone find this and eventually when I did start my own stash of pictures and other content I did my best to hide it, folders within folders, inconspicuous names, everything. I eventually bought an external hard drive which I hid under a fake bottom I engineered into my bottom desk drawer, it became one of my most prized possessions. Eventually, I began to crave more, I found out that the West wasn’t the only one making this kind of content, it seemed to be pretty popular in Japan too and soon enough I learned to browse Pixiv and by that point, I even used prepaid Visa cards to acquire premium content. And so time went on, I successfully passed my last years of high school not with a bang but with a whimper, there wasn’t really a graduation party due to the aforementioned pandemic which was quite a disappointment, not only since I wanted to see and speak with my friends like before but because, and I feel kinda ashamed saying this, I really wanted to look at the plump students in person. I was on summer vacation and soon going to enter college, and in the meantime, I had nothing else to do except continue expanding my stash, at this point, it was a fairly large and diverse collection, and I was pretty proud of it in a weird way. However, that wasn’t a good day, I was especially anxious that day and the contents of my collection just weren’t doing it, I searched and searched online but I couldn’t find anything that did the trick, everything was something that I either had already saved or something that was not quite what I was looking for, I was growing increasingly desperate before I realized what I truly desired: I wanted to feel it, the warmth, the softness, play with it, see it jiggle, I wanted to be face to face with fatness. In these times it was hard to get together with someone and I lost my one major opportunity when the graduation party and ceremony were canceled, so in desperation, I lifted my shirt and looked at myself but alas, I was flat, I didn’t have abs per se but I didn’t have a tummy either. I thought about what I could do, getting fat myself wasn’t something in my interest, I was strictly a ‘feeder’ and I didn’t have what it took to become some ‘feedee’, in short, I’d have to wait until college to even see someone who might be chunky. If only I didn’t have a fetish occupying my headspace! or at least if I had something more manageable, while it’s not the most niche fetish it still wasn’t all that popular from my perspective, at least the rest are better seen by society or are easier to fulfill your desires, I bet even those feet people that get mocked constantly have it easy in comparison. This soured my mood quite a bit, so I decided to go outside and take some fresh air, at least as much as you could take through a mask. It was fairly empty outside, as usual, and it was quite late, getting dark but I should have enough time for a quick walk, so I started wandering for a bit, at first to the local park and then to some streets nearby, it was then that I remembered something, there was an esoteric shop nearby, I had a goth phase way back before, I prefer to not talk about it, so anyways, I wondered if it was still around, I got curious and decided to check it out. I arrived and sure enough, it was still there! It was open as well, unusual as shops tend to close fairly early these days, I decided “Why not?” And went inside. There was a “limited shop capacity” sticker due to Covid but the shop seemed empty apart from the owner so I entered, the shop doorbell rang and the owner, misses Willow greeted me: “Ah Jane, what a pleasant surprise! I haven’t seen you in a long time, come on in.” she greeted me “Thank you, I was walking by the area and I wanted to see this shop again” I replied After some chit-chat, I began looking around. It was stocked with about what you can expect from this kind of store: books on spirituality, metaphysical stuff, the occult, tarot reading, etc. I was walking around the store when I saw some tomes on a display table, both sides didn’t feature any title or description and the spine was lacking a name, I got curious and I opened one up and peered inside, it was empty, blank writing pages. I asked the owner what the deal was with them and she told me: “Ah those, they are just regular writing notebooks. I picked them up since they have a neat design, they look like the ancient tomes you see in the movies.” “I see” I answered “We also have some calendars, a notebook with squares for math, a pocket-sized notebook, a–” “Thank you but I’m fine, just browsing” “Well then, let me know if anything catches your eye” I kept looking at some of the notebooks. They had some nice-looking designs and came in a variety of colors. The paper inside was fairly high quality too, it had a sort of texture and an off-white color. I was looking at the various notebooks, there was a red one, a blue one, a green one, an amber one, I picked up a purple one and opened a random page, to my surprise there was something written inside ‘JANE’ in big black letters in the center of the page, that’s my name, I stared at it for a few seconds before asking: “Are these notebooks supposed to have something written on them?” “Hmm? No, I don’t believe so. They should be completely blank. Maybe it’s the name of the company or the designer?” She replied ‘JANE’ huh... a bit plain for a company name, no logo or slogan either, and no last name for it to be the name of an artist. Perhaps an alias? No, there must be another answer… Perhaps some kid scribbled on them without you noticing?” I asked. “I don’t think that’s likely, they came in today and I’ve kept a watchful eye over them” My heart nearly skipped a beat, they came in today? Out of all the notebooks on display, I grabbed this one and the page I randomly open up to had MY name on it? Granted it wasn’t like it had my full name, address, and social security number but it still felt like it was too much to be a coincidence, perhaps they– “We’re closing! are you going to purchase something or not?” The store owner asked I was indecisive, should I buy a notebook based on just a mere four letters? It must be a coincidence, there’s no way that was meant for me– “So?” The store owner insisted Seemingly by itself, my body began to move, I grabbed the notebook and headed to the cash register “Cash or debit?” She asked “Cash” I said as I pulled out my wallet It was surprisingly expensive but I suppose that’s fair considering the size and the overall quality of it, luckily I had just about the same amount of money in my wallet, I finished paying and began to head home. I arrived home, greeted my parents, and headed upstairs to my room. I closed the door behind me, sat on the bed, and began to look through the notebook. It was blank, I couldn’t even find the page that had my name written out, I checked and double-checked but I couldn’t find anything written. Did I grab the wrong one in the rush? That can’t be, I know for certain there was only one purple one, the one I bought. Did I get pranked? Is this a scam? It can’t be, it must be around there somewhere, I’ll keep looking for it. The vacation came and went and covid began to die down, but I never found the ‘JANE’ page, for a time I would occasionally try looking for it again but to no avail, not soon after I forgot about it and left it in my shelf, besides, I had more urgent matters at hand than some piece of paper, I had to prepare for the beginning of college life and the move to the dorms. I didn’t have much to pack other than my clothes, some materials, my computer, and of course, my external hard drive. As my parents drove me off to the college campus I began to wonder, what is this year going to be like? will I find anyone who meets my desired body proportions? could I really afford to indulge in my strange obsession? While I was pondering all these topics in my head I was surprised to learn that we had arrived, the trip went by quicker than I expected. I got out of the car, grabbed my stuff, and hugged my parents goodbye. I entered my dorm and I began to unpack, it was quite a nice place, if a little small, though I guess that’s the tradeoff for being a private single-person room. The lights flickered from time to time, did they really have power problems in this building? Didn’t the website say that these buildings were new? Whatever perhaps it was just a faulty bulb. With my clothes and essentials packed away, it was time to go to sleep and rest up for my first day of college. I turned off the light and entered my bed, hmm, the bed was surprisingly comfortable yet something felt wrong. Time went on and I couldn’t shake the feeling nor fall asleep, what was it? Did I forget something? Clothes? Check, wallet? Check, hard drive? Check and stored safely, toothbrush? Check, pen? Check, notebooks? Check– wait, did I pack all my notebooks? I got up and switched on the light, I then began to look through my bag, one, two, three… I’m missing a couple, oh maybe I accidentally put them with my books, I checked a different area of the bag, a physics book, biology, and math, these were ridiculously expensive by the way, what’s the deal with that? Wait, what’s this? the purple notebook… I don’t remember taking it, I haven’t thought of it in a while and I haven’t really used it since I bought it. It has a lot of pages, around 500 I think, so I guess it will do as well as any notebook, at least until I replace the ones I forgot to pack. I’ll just put it in my backpack and go right back to sleep, or at least try to, as I immediately tripped and dropped the book, it landed open with the pages facing the ground, urgh, I hope they didn’t become too dirty, I picked it up and as I turned the notebook around and prepared to close it, I noticed that it was open to the ‘JANE’ page, the one which I had been searching for so long. Just as I realized what I was seeing, the lights began to flicker heavily until shortly after they turned completely off. It was then that the ‘JANE’ letters began to glow purple, I placed the notebook on the ground and began to back away, wait a second, what if it’s just glow-in-the-dark ink? I crawled closer and slowly approached my arm until my hand touched the letters, a bright flash occurred, it blinded me and I backed away in shock. The light faded from my eyes and saw a purple light emanating from the notebook and illuminating the room, soon after a figure came from the darkness, it was a… demon? It had the body of a small young woman, smaller than me even, it had a purple skin tone and a pair of wings on its back, it began to speak to me: “Salutations moral Janel! Bow before me! I am the Insatiable! The Great Lady of Excess! The High Priestess of All Things Edible! Sovereign Ruler of the Culinary Arts! Lilith, The Grand Arbiter and Supreme Empress of Gluttony!” I tried my best to hold my laughter but I accidentally let out a chuckle “HEH? Y-You dare laugh at my performance? You mere insignificant moral–” I couldn’t hold it any longer and began to laugh, the demon recoiled and seemed embarrassed, I then began to speak: “Salutations? Performance? You are a very silly demon I must say” “I-I’m not a mere demon, I’m the Supreme Empress of Gluttony! W-Why aren’t you afraid of me moral?” “Moral? This is the third time you’ve said that, I think you meant to say mortal, and something tells me you aren’t the big shot you claim to be…” I talked back “E-Eek!” the demon recoiled as I stood upright and approached “You’re a mere succubus aren’t you? I’ve seen the depictions, you must be quite a young one too, judging from your inexperience and small size.” I observed “I-I might be a bit young for a demon but I’m still 214 years old! You’ve only lived a fraction of what I have!” the demon protested “Let’s just skip the semantics, what do you want? How do you know my name? Answer me swiftly and honestly, there’s a church on this campus near the dorms.” I responded “Eeh!” she squeaked “W-well then, what I need– I mean, what I want is that you feed my hunger for gluttonous energy, in other words, I want you to fatten up your classmates.” “Interesting. What about the topic of my name on the notebook? It all happened perfectly for you, I assume you were looking for me in specific, correct?” I questioned “Well, yes, I’m not able to reveal you much about the inner workings of the demon world, there is a sort of no-speak law, I believe you may call it a ‘Non-disclosure agreenment’, right?” The demon questioned “Agreement, not aGREENment, but that’s close enough, carry on” I replied “Whatever” the demon nagged “I am not allowed to tell you much, like if I tell you a secret weakness and you decide to betray us or you get captured that would mean big trouble for us” The demon explained “Reasonable” I replied “What I can tell you is that everything that has happened so far has been carefully planned, you didn’t encounter a page with your first name written on it by mere coincidence, you have to understand that everything in this world happens for a reason. Your previous assessment of me was true, I’m… I’m just a young succubus on its first real mission here on the mortal plane, but don’t think I’m a wimp!” The demon continued “What makes you say that?” I questioned “I was hand-picked by our father, our leader, to lead in this important mission! That means I must be special! Preparations were laid months in advance, that notebook is no mere notebook but a freshly forged artifact filled with potential. They bound me to it and sent it into the mortal realm. It got added to just the right set of regular notebooks, got shipped to just the right store, at just the right time, all of that for it to fall in your hands, you should be proud, mortal!” The demon explained “Fascinating, I can’t imagine the levels of foresight it must have taken. By the way, my name is Jane, you should know that already. So, tell me, what exactly makes this artifact so special? It looks like it’s completely blank, I couldn’t even find the Jane page until now.” I said “Alright, I’ll call you Jane, but only if you call me Lilith instead of just a mere demon or succubus. And about the tome, you see, this is the first tool we are giving you to aid you in your quest to fatten your classmates. Simply rip a page out of the tome and crumble it up and hide it in your hands, think of a food item of a relatively similar size, then open your hands, and tada! You have conjured a calorie-dense version of that food item.” Lilith explained That’s just a nickname or an alias, she’s young but I doubt she’s stupid enough to have given me her real name, whatever the case, I could figure that out later. “So… that’s all? I mean it’s good and all but it would take me a long while to fatten up even a single person with only that. And what would happen if I ran out of pages?” I complained “Hehe, don’t worry about that, you see, this is just the beginning. This tome is filled with potential. As you fatten people up and gather gluttonous energy the tome and I will grow in power. You may have been chosen, Jane, but that doesn’t mean we’ll hand you our artifacts. Prove yourself worthy and we will grant you many gifts and blessings. So then, do we have a deal?” Author's notes Greetings! I'm excited to share my first attempt at writing with you, it's a fairly run-of-the-mill college story with magical elements, inspired by shivaakaid's Thin College story (known as ">_< 0_0" here in Curvage, link to his profile here) all with his blessing, and with his writing advice. This story has a lighter one in comparison and while it starts at a slower pace, I have many exciting and fun elements planned, and I hope you will stick around as the story ramps up. I welcome any suggestions, criticism, and ideas you may have, so please feel free to comment and share your thoughts with me. Thank you for reading!
  4. If this isn't the right spot for this topic, I'm sorry. I'm trying to find this older story about two sisters that get pregnant a few months apart with a guy being the focal point between them. The younger sister is the second one to become pregnant and ends up pregnant with twins, also, at some point they begin to try and see who can gain the most weight and end up the fattest by the time they're due to have their children (I can't say b**s?). I remember running across it a long, long time ago on Dimensions but haven't had any luck over the past few months trying to locate it. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
  5. For that, let's use the different personal size/weight range categorization table developped and shared earlier on the "where do you draw the line??" thread by respectively *****Feeder forum users finickyfeedee , Maneki-Neko , curiousv and your humble thread author. curiousv:[...] let's present my usual definitions:I wouldn't use weight alone, not even BMI, as people have different body proportions, fitness levels etc. regardless of weight.I would use relative categories, mostly focused on their effects on daily life.For 1 to 10 (I intentionally designed this system so that almost everyone fits into 1-6, ideal if you want to create fantasy scenarios with dice). I made this list with women in mind, but you can adjust them to men if you wanted1: skin and bones, even those who prefer thin would call her too thin. Unhealthy and dangerous. Likely has an eating disorder.2: thinner than average, but not clinically so.3: most people would consider this to be normal, and strive to reach this weight if they differ from it.4: chubby, considered above average weight by most people, but she can still hide the extra weight by carefully chosen clothing and camera angles.5: definitely fat, and can no longer hide it. Still, the extra weight is not too limiting in most daily tasks and activities. If really attractive and has a great personality, might still be found desirable by those who aren't specifically into fatties (but they still see her weight as a major negative point)6: obese, the weight starts to impose limits on many activities. People who aren't into fatties start feeling at least somewhat disgusted. Folds appear on different parts of the body regardless of posture, belly can firmly rest in the laps when sitting, some chairs become too tight, some difficulties when picking up things from the floor, basically the biggest size one can get without having either a severe eating disorder or being into feederism, and the biggest size most people will regularly see outside reality TV, or the Internet.7. fatter than most things are designed for, problems with fitting into small cars, can't fit into some restaurant booths, and even the largest clothes in supersize clothing stores start becoming too small. I consider the border between 6 and 7 to be the border between BBW and SSBBW.8. still being able to care for themselves, but only with great difficulties. Standing up, or going up a single flight of stairs, or walking more than a few dozen steps, or just standing more then a few minutes are all very exhausting. Basically the biggest size one can have while being able to live completely independently.9. requires a caretaker for everyday life, but is not completely bedridden. Still, getting up is difficult and might require help.10. immobility.
  6. So I wrote this fictional story about a skinny girl gaining weight (especially around the belly area) in my spare time. I started writing it in my native language (Dutch) and later on translated it to share it with you. Hence, if you see any grammatical or word-related errors, this is why, I hope it's still readable. If you dig this story, leave a heart or something and then I will probably translate the sequel and share it here. Enjoy! There was once a slender, pretty girl called Rosaly whom I knew and we met up occasionally. She was around 5´6, had long blond hair, a very attractive face, radiant blue eyes and a slender body. Although she had a slender body, she wore those high-waisted pants, a piece of clothing that girls usually wear to cover up a part of their belly (even though that wasn't necessary for her). There are probably some that just wear them because they feel comfortable. Secretly, when most girls sit, I watch if a fatroll is created on their belly, even though I know they are slim. I´ve regularly seen Rosaly sitting, also with a tight shirt, but despite that I have never enjoyed such a sight. Everything about her is slender: her face, legs, arms and also her belly. She does have a good portion of boobs. Anyway, three months passed by and I stayed in contact with her via WhatsApp, but I've not seen her in real life. I know that she worked at New York Pizza the last three months (she's taking a year break from college). Whatever would be the impact of this I would notice soon enough, but I'll come back tot this later. I met up with her after those three months on a warm day in the city. Our rendez-vous point was behind the market on a brick wall, where it was not too crowded. Oddly enough I was on time and I had to wait for Rosaly's arrival. After 10 minutes I saw her walking towards me, I recognized her long blond hairs, slender posture and sweet smile from a distance. She wore a backpack and also wore her usual outfit: a tight, white shirt and blue jeans that was pulled up to her bellybutton (I can not remember a day where I saw her without those pants). We gave eachother a hug and chatted a little. After a while she told me that she had a surprise, she grabbed her backpack and reached in it. On this moment I could not resist to catch a glimpse of her belly that, as usual, was partly covered by her pants and partly covered by her white, tight shirt with an illustration on it of a Chinese panda. In those few seconds I looked at her shirt full of amazement, not because of the panda, but because for the first time of my life I noticed that there was a curvature under her shirt. I recognized it immediately, this must be a fatroll. My eyes lowered a few inches and I made a second observation that was new to me: her jeans were a bit tighter around her stomach. My view raised a few more inches now until I saw her face. There was no change here, she had the same beautiful, blue eyes, tight jawline and attractive face. After a few seconds a smile appeared, after which she said: "Ah, I finally found it." I forgot for a brief moment that she was reaching in her bag for a surprise in the time that I made these two nice observations. She pulled out a little cardboard pizzabox, opened it and showed the pizza that was sliced to half lying in it. "I hope you didn't recently eat something," she said, "I thought, let me bring a pizza from work." I smiled at her, "so nice that you remembered that chicken is my favorite pizzatopping." We both had three slices of pizza, we grabbed the first one and toasted the slices of pizza like it was a Heineken beer, after which we put the slices in our mouths. After five minutes, we devoured our half of the pizza, after which I thanked her for the dish and asked whether she made these herself. She nodded and asked "do you mind if I roll up my shirt? I'm beginning to feel a little warm." I blushed a little and swallowed, I definitely didn't see this question coming. I said "no, of course not" and I looked forward to the next few seconds, since I noticed a few minutes ago that she got a decent amount of bellyfat from the previous months. Of course I wanted to see that with my own eyes. She rolled up her shirt and tucked it under her bra and, would you look at that, her upper fatroll was now not covered by the Chinese panda. I could not keep my eyes off it: above her tight jeans her gut was sticking out. I immediately looked back to her face, because I could not look a notable amount of time to her new asset. She moved her lips that were covered in red lipstick and I heared "Pff, I'm so full from the pizza, I had another one with shawarma as breakfast. Excuse me for a moment." Her hands moved towards her pants, that was sitting tight around her midsection. She did what was almost not imaginable in this stadium, but seemed rather logical because of what she just said. She grabbed her zipper and zipped it downwards. Since her pants was already so tight around her belly, this happened rather easily and it created an open space between the two sides of the zipper, in which I saw a piece of her softer belly. I did not see her whole gut, because the part of her pants above her zipper was kept together by one button. This is the button that keeps the front of her pants together. This is the button that keeps me from seeing how fat her belly has become the past three months. This button is similar to the floodgates of a dam that keeps the water of one side from flowing to the other side. This button is similar to the lock of a gate with agressive chimps behind it that want to storm out. This button is similar to the cap of a bottle coke that has been shaked a lot. This button keeps the stuff together. When this button is unbuttoned, all the water will flow to the other side, the agressive chimps will storm uit, the coke will burst from the bottle and her belly will pop out and take the actual form that is not suppressed by her pants that are way too tight. Pants that are about to burst, because its lock, stock and barrel are kept together because of that one button. I see Rosalys pants and Rosalys belly struggling to be freed from this torment, from which Rosaly notices the effect herself. This struggle lasts for only a few seconds, since her fingers moved from her zipper to the notorious button. The few seconds of struggle are extended because of Rosalys struggle to unbutton it. Since the two pieces of fabric that are connected by the button are pushed away from each other because of the newly formed roll of fat on Rosalys belly, it is a bit tough to push the button through the corresponding gap. You can hear Rosaly thinking "this has not always been that tough right?" After a few seconds in which I saw Rosaly struggle with the button, and saw her pants and belly struggle to finally be distanced from each other, the time had come. The floodgates had opened and all the water was free to flow to the other side. The coke bursted from the bottle. The chimps stormed out. The pants bursted open. The distance between the two pieces of fabric that were kept together because of the zipper became larger and larger. This space is now reserved for Rosalys belly, which, after a moan and a sigh of relief from Rosaly, growed until it rested four inches far on Rosalys lap. The two pieces of pants that were connected by the button are now a few inches apart with between them a big layer of fat that was first hidden under them. Now the time has come for my pants to become a bit tight, but this was because something under my pants had become stiff after seeing this spectacle. I rested my hands on my lap to hide it a bit. Rosaly however, rested her hands on her belly, which rested on her lap open and exposed. Because she breathed out during her sigh, her gut has become maximum in size. I did not believe what I saw. This was hidden under her pants, and it took me so long to figure out. In this position, with her belly open and exposed and her two hands with fingers stretched and resting on her belly, you would think that she was pregnant. But no, I immediately knew that this belly consisted of pure fat. Fat formed from pizza probably. I noticed that I was looking a little bit too long at her chubby belly. How could I not: all this time I saw Rosaly as a slender, attractive chick. She of course still is, but now with a round pizzabelly. She followed my eyes and that led to her looking down at her belly. "Oh, that is where all the pizza's went", she joked, after which she smiled and grabbed a good roll of fat with both hands between thumb and index finger. This roll is even bigger than the one I saw when her belly was exposed but her pants were still buttoned around her midsection. This topic intrigues me obviously, so I asked along. "Did you eat a lot of pizza's lately?" I asked, even though I knew damn well what the answer was based on her new midsection, which she was still grabbing between four fingers. "For sure," she reacts, "I am finally free to bring as many pizza's as I want with me. Well, that is not technically true. Not more than two per day actually. So usually I only bring two pizza's per day. One for dinner and one for the evening or the next morning. Or in this case for you." I thought to myself "ónly two pizza's per day? God damn. Since she works five days a week there, it makes snese that she gained this much weight." That is not what I said, I was a bit more polite. "Nice. But don't you eat a little ehh, unvariated. And unhealthy" I said, while I was smiling at her to make it seem not too critical or mean. "Unhealthy, sure. Unvariated, not really. I ensure that I use two different toppings everytime." The next thing I brought a bit careful, this is sometimes a sensitive topic for girls. "Aren't you afraid that you are gonna lose your slender figure, with all this dough and cheese? I don't mean to say that you are not slender now…" "You don't have to lie haha," she said immediately after, "I know I gained a bit of weight since I worked there. 22 pounds to be exact…" I almost choked on my own saliva, 22 pounds in three months! That's almost an achievement, certainly for someone that is built as slender as Rosaly. "But I don't regret it", she goes on, "I am not ashamed by it or anything. This is just natural" she said, while she grabbed her whole belly with both hands instead of just a fatroll. "That I was this slender three months ago, was just a coincidence. Not because I was afraid to get fatter, but because I didn't eat enough to challenge my metabolism. Apparently I eat so much nowadays that I'm gaining some pounds here and there. But I don't think it's that bad, do you think so?" she asked, while she gave me a look that asked for confirmation. I had to keep myself from blurting out that I do not think it's bad but, on the contrary, fucking sexy. I reacted with "You don't hear me complaining. You still look good and you ehh hardly notice your belly like this." One of the biggest euphemisms I have ever used. "You are certainly not fat, I was just curious how you thought about it. And I thought that, were you still willing to lose a couple of pounds, you could join me and go to the gym together. Then you would hang out at the cardio area, and I would be busy with the free weights." "No cardio for me", she said determined, whilst she gave a clap to her belly, what caused a vibration of her fat. "Far too exhausting." She rolled out her white shirt, that was still tucked under her bra, and pulled it over her belly. Ironically, her gut looked even bigger now it's covered, because of the contours of her belly being really visible under her tight, white shirt. She held in her belly, which made the Chinese panda move backwards, and grabbed the two pieces of fabric of her pants with both hands and tried to pull those towards each other. This went rather easily, since her held-in belly was for a brief moment no obstacle for her pants, and while she still held in her gut she zipped her pants. Immediately after this, she relieved her belly, what resulted in her fatroll appearing above the edge of her pants, the curvature in her pants appearing and the top of her pants becoming tighter. "Everything back to its place?" I joked. She reacted with a nod and a laugh and afterwards we talked about non weight gain-related stuff.
  7. New Year's Resolutions - WG "138?! The hell is this?" the blonde exclaimed, examining the scale in front of her. Down to her bra and underwear, Rachel stood alone in the bathroom, standing atop the weighing scale she'd used so many times before. She looked down at herself and noticed perhaps only the slightest layer of pudge in her middle, but that tiny weight was more than enough to terrify her. She'd spent so much of the year dieting and exercising to shed some weight and here and there she'd gotten some good result. She'd been pleased with herself. But now she'd suddenly shot back up by at least ten pounds since her last weight in, which made her worried. If she'd stuck by her diet so well, why had she gained weight again? Was she slipping? "I know what you're thinking. You can relax. It's only 10 pounds," came another voice. Turning her head, the blonde looked to the doorframe of the bathroom, where a dark-haired woman leaned against the frame. Her figure, unlike Rachel's, was plump. Not exactly fat, but her green sweater hugged her somewhat generous curves and her stomach couldn't really be considered flat by anyone's definition. The dark-haired girl fixed the position of the glasses on her face. "I mean, it was only just Christmas. We both had plenty of food. You can afford to spoil yourself," she spoke again, continuing. Rachel thought about it for a moment but frowned, looking back down at the scale. "Still, Miranda, I've gone back on my diet. I don't want to just suddenly start gaining. I don't want to become fat," Rachel remarked. Miranda briefly glanced down to the scale and then back up again. "If it bothers you so much, then you can just make that your New Year's Resolution. But really, I wouldn't worry about it so much. Now come on - It's twenty minutes until midnight. You wanted to countdown the new year, didn't you?" Miranda responded, though she didn't wait for an answer as she began to turn and walk back down the stairs. Rachel stared down at the scale, but a few moments later she brightened up with a smile on her face as she picked up her jeans on the floor. She'd just do as Miranda said. This year, her New Year's Resolution was to lose weight! It was February once again. What snow remained throughout January was now almost completely melted. The roads were wet and rain was fairly common, but today the sun shone brightly in the grey sky. Spring had arrived and brought with it warmer weather. Not the warmest weather, of course, but just about anything would beat the frosty conditions of Winter. Cars now didn't have to worry about the snow and sleet slowing their travel down, nor did people have to worry about slipping on concrete paths due to the ice. The trees were slowly recovering their green leaves and people were beginning to leave behind their scarves and gloves, no longer needing the extra warmth. Walking briskly down the path under the shade of trees that grew around the perimeter of the park, two young women could be seen side-by-side. One possessed a full, curvy figure and long, wavy, dark hair that flowed down over her shoulders. Her figure was wrapped in a green top with a grey jacket over it, along with blue jeans that clung around her legs. She held her hands in her pockets as she walked, peering ahead out of her glasses whilst occasionally passing a glance back to her talkative friend. Her friend, of course, was a young blonde woman with shorter hair worn in a bob cut. Her figure was more slender than her friend's, but with perhaps a small pot belly poking out from under her top. She'd chosen to wear a white, sleeveless top with a blue tracksuit that fit tightly over her figure. The intended effect was supposed to make her seem thinner, but it seemed only to exaggerate the little pot belly that had steadily been growing since January. "I'm really getting worried. I mean, I've been checking the scales every week. I think I'm slipping back. I've been exercising, but-" Rachel stopped talking for a moment to pop a small Rolo into her mouth. Chewing the little chocolate cylinder, she soon swallowed it before continuing. "But I don't think I'm getting smaller. I've already gone back on my New Year's resolution, haven't I?". "You don't have to worry too much, you know," Miranda replied, looking over to her friend. "If you can lose the weight you've gained by the end of the year, then you can still say you completed your resolution, can't you?". "Still, my stomach doesn't seem to be shrinking..." Rachel commented, looking down at the little belly that could be seen poking out from under her top. Miranda didn't even spare a glance. "If you keep thinking about it, of course it's going to look like it'll never shrink. You're fine, Miranda. You're still smaller than I am," Miranda remarked. Rachel bit her lip, but she decided to accept it. She didn't want to bother her friend too much more. Popping another Rolo into her mouth, she smiled a little as she tasted the chocolate on her tongue. Taking time to chew it for a few moments, she soon swallowed it down before offering a Rolo to her friend. Miranda took the chocolate without question and popped one into her mouth as they continued walking home. "Rachel, come on. I'm waiting," Miranda remarked, her arms folded in front of her chest as she stood outside the changing rooms. She was dressed for Summer in a two piece green bathing suit, Miranda's shapely form was on full display. Her breasts stood out prominently from her chest, supported by her green top. Her stomach hung out and dipped down, a soft mound of flesh. Her hips were wide, with a bottom that stuck out behind her like a shelf. Her thighs were like thick pillars holding her figure up. She'd left her glasses in a case in her bag, which hung from her shoulder by a strap. Her dark hair flowed freely down her back. Her plump lips were pursed whilst her brows were furrowed, giving off a look of impatience. "I'm not going out..." mumbled a reply from within the changing room. Miranda rolled her eyes. "What's wrong?" Miranda asked, though she already knew exactly what was wrong. "It's just... I don't like how I look... Maybe we could save the beach for another day..." Rachel's voice muttered. Miranda sighed. "Look, Rachel... Could you just let me in for a moment? Or at least open the door a little for me. I want to speak to you face to face," Miranda spoke, now determined in her approach. There was a pause, but Miranda could hear a low click as the latch was pulled back. The door opened up just a little and Miranda took the opportunity to look inside. There stood Rachel in a red two-piece swimsuit, hands clasped in front of herself whilst she stood rigidly on the spot. Miranda could see her stomach and how, in a manner not unlike Miranda's, it stood out from the rest of her figure. Rachel had become chubbier over the past few months, and a round stomach that looked as swollen as a basketball was the proof of her weight gain. It hung down in front of her figure, whilst her hips had widened to the point it looked as if her bottom consisted of two melons. Her legs now pressed against each other as her thighs had thickened. Her chest contained enough puppy fat for a whole litter of pups, a testament to whoever had made a bikini top capable of supporting them. But what bothered Rachel was her large, round stomach. "... I look ugly, don't I?" Rachel remarked, looking away shyly as she refused to even look at herself. Pursing her lips, Miranda stepped forwards and lifted her hands. Both settled on Rachel's waist as Miranda pressed her own zatfig figure against Rachel's. Rachel gasped a little, her cheeks turning pink as she looked up. But then she saw Miranda's face and her green eyes. She saw complete and total acceptance. "You're not ugly," Miranda told her. Rachel smiled just a little, her own arms wrapping around Miranda's shoulders as she embraced the young woman in a hug. Leaves of red, yellow and brown fluttered in the wind and rested on the ground, covering the streets and paths. People swept leaves out of their gardens and out of the streets whilst the sun hung high in the air. But even as the sun shone, the air was just the slightest bit colder again. A gentle breeze counteracted the strong sunlight, giving a coolness to offset the warmth. People walked about the town, whether chatting with each other or doing their shopping. People moved in and out of stores, some accompanied by young kids. Signs were hung everywhere advertising school supplies, but two young women who'd left school paid the posters no mind, instead focused on a sale in a local clothing store. The two walked around the store as a pair, their eyes scanning the clothing around them. Coats, shirts, jeans, skirts - It was slowly approaching a colder time of year and the pair had agreed to get some new clothing for the coming Winter months. Better of course to buy now in Autumn than Winter, they had decided - after all, the Winter months were a hectic shopping season like no other. "Hey, this looks nice," the blonde woman spoke, grasping a hanger that held a blue blouse. It was several sizes too small for the young woman, of course - Rachel's figure was rather plump, with a prominent chest that sat atop a round stomach that made her torso seemed barrel-shaped. Her bottom was like two overinflated basketballs stuffed into her jeans. "We should ask someone if it comes in our sizes..." Miranda remarked, looking at it. Miranda was bigger than Rachel, with a distended stomach like a medicine ball inside of her shirt. As of late she'd been gaining as well, but unlike Rachel she had never minded too much. The only major problem she had was finding places that still sold clothing in her size. "Excuse me!" Rachel called out to a woman in a suit. "Do you have any of these in a larger size?" she asked, hopeful. The woman gave a smile, but it was the kind of smile that immediately told you the answer was no. "No, I'm sorry. We sold out of larger sizes. We should be getting some more next week though," she answered a little more positively than Miranda had thought. The two large girls smiled in unison. "Well, at least we can find our sizes here," Miranda remarked, earning a chuckle from the store clerk. "I can understand. My sister complains of the same problem," the store clerk remarked. "Is there anything else you need help with?". "No, no, it's alright," Rachel told the clerk. The clerk nodded and walked away as Rachel put the blouse back, smiling to herself. "At least we're in luck". "Mhm. Do you want to head to the cafe next? I could do with something to eat," Miranda remarked as Rachel smiled, nodding. "Sure!". The starry night Winter sky could be seen outside the window frame, even as it became frosted over. Snow fell across the town, covering the rooftops and streets in white blankets. Inside and away from the cold, a fire had been lit in the sitting room as two young women sat together on a couch, sharing between them a round tin filled with chocolates wrapped in colourful wrappers. A green Christmas tree sat in a corner, covered in decorations with a few presents sitting beneath while cards sat atop the mantlepiece. The couch in question was a green colour not unlike the tree, designed for three people to sit together. But it seemed that the two young women both more than qualified as one and a half people each in terms of size as they sat pressed together upon the couch as the television blared songs. "I love the caramel ones," Rachel spoke, pushing another one between her plump, pink lips. The blonde leaned back in the couch, allowing her stomach to stand out prominently from the rest of her figure. Her breasts were like large watermelons that sat atop the mountain of flesh that was her stomach. A red sweater she'd been wearing had now pulled up, exposing her belly for all to see. Her buttocks were like soft pillows her figure could rest upon, with her thighs rubbing together constantly. Her blue jeans strained to contain her meaty legs, with the top button of her jeans having already popped off. Chubby fingers grasped another sweet and slowly tore away the wrapper as she chewed on another chocolate. "Mm... Say, Rachel, you know the way people always make New Year's Resolutions?" Miranda spoke up. Miranda was just as large, with a distended stomach like a fleshy bean bag. Her green sweater, like Rachel's, was pushed up so that it could only just cover her enormous breasts, which were each the size of her own head. Her large legs were clad in stretchable pyajamas that clung around the curves of her form. Upon the bespectacled woman's head rested a red and white Santa hat. "What about them?" Rachel asked as she swallowed another chocolate. "What was yours?" Miranda asked, raising a brow. The blonde shrugged in response. "No idea. What about yours?" Rachel asked curiously. Miranda smiled, her plump hand patting Rachel's bloated belly. "To make you feel good about yourself".
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  10. Chapter 11 "My friend's running late...umm, she's still in the duty free," Olivia explained to the airport staff. "Am I okay to board?" With unwarranted instinct, the airport staff member gave her elevator eyes. "Uhh. Yeah," the skinny guy garbled. "No sweat, enjoy your flight." "I mean - am I okay to board with her ticket? Hers and mine?" He gave her a perplexed look. "She's a total drama queen," said Olivia. "She's always late. She's the one who'll come running up with four bags in each arm, like ten seconds before boarding closes - I thought it'd be help if I could speed up the process...you know?" "You're sure she's okay with this?" "A hundred percent," said Olivia. "She'll thank me. And you...err...thank you..." She bustled by his desk, one passport, two tickets in hand. Feeling his eyes on her ass, Olivia dropped her wheel bag and let it roll behind her. She spied her reflection in the clear glass of the corridor stretching to the airplane bays. Her ensemble consisted of a stretchy white t-shirt and an old, fleecy purple zipper jacket. Her ripped black jeans were new - the widest she could find. A scraggly, homemade scarf shrouded her newly jostling cleavage, while a branded pink raincoat, slung over the shoulder, tactically covered the roll of uncovered flesh peeking from her beltline behind her. A dark pair of shades completed the look, complimented by a thick set of headphones in matching colours. If she was going to survive the next twenty-four hours, Olivia needed to block out the world. Don't get flustered, and don't get upset she told herself. Everything will be fine, so long as you don't cause a scene. Olivia neared the final turn. Her legs were beginning to burn again. She hadn't walked so far in so long. The comfort break she'd taken in the lounge had been worth it, but it had left her with little time. She pushed on through the tunnel, stretching her waddling strides. An air hostess was waiting to greet her, her eyes lingering wide. Her own eyes widened in turn. The woman looked as if she'd been cut from a magazine. She waved a greeting, her nails trimmed and painted, gave a frozen smile and a staccated hello. Olivia lumbered to a stop, and showed her the tickets. "12C, on the left. Middle, by the emergency exit doors. 13C, directly behind." "Behind?" said Olivia, surprised. "I thought they were together?" "No Ma'am. You have two seats on separate rows, if you look at our diagram..." Olivia tuned out. She felt the sweat. She felt cold. How could she have made such a stupid mistake? She wound back her mind to the night she'd made the booking and tried to get a clear picture - naked, slovenly, cloven from her designer makeup, covered in crumbs from comfort food, drunk on a rising stack of cans of beer to steel her for the moment her parents saw her in her shocking, eye-bulging, pitiful new state... "...as you can see coloured in green -" "Uhh. It's my friend's seat. We need to sit next to each other!" Olivia stammered. The hostess paused. Olivia earned her second puzzled look. "She has...she has needs. You might be wondering where she is...she's - with the staff in the departure lounge. They're helping. Are you able - could you swap some people around? I'll - hey, I'll give her a call..." Olivia mumbled and coughed. She produced her phone, and instinctively turned the volume as low as it would go. "Ohh....Madison, hi, how are you?" she called. Olivia cast her glances left and right, hiding the black screen under her hair. She noted everyone had found their seats. She was last to board, and the plane was nearly full. "Oh...I see. Yeah, yeah, I understand. So you're..." Suddenly she felt her fingers tingle. The screen lit up. A chopped recording of Taylor Swift filled the monotone air. Olivia exchanged the hostess' befuddled complexion. She was first to break away, turning to the passengers. She made the ill-awaited announcement. The student thumbed the call button, quickly. "Olivia." "I mean - sorry...hi Maeve, how are you?" The big girl scrunched her brow. "Maeve? Seriously? What is it - " She lowered her voice to a whisper "- why are you calling me?" "Listen - I know what's happening," said Maeve. "You don't have a disease." Olivia glanced around the plane. The hostess had her arms raised, conducting her fellow ushers like an orchestra. The grumble of the passengers made for uncomfortable music. A horde soon clogged the aisle as families struggled to reset their carry-on luggage. Olivia looked over the other shoulder. She double checked. No-one was listening to her. "No, you listen. There's something seriously, genetically wrong with me. If you're going to preach that I'm fat because I've been overeating, thanks for stating the obvious. But it doesn't matter what I do. I've tried diets, I've tried the gym, I've tried to dance again, I've tried starving myself, I've prayed - nothing is working!" "Olivia - I know why..." "You study English. Since when were you a doctor?" "No...I'm not but - please trust me. I...figured out what it is. Whenever you get mad, you gain weight." "I'm pretty sure I'm mad because I've been gaining weight." "That's - there, you're halfway to understanding. It's a self-propelling cycle." "Are you trying to sell me your book or something?" muttered Olivia. "What's your point?" "It isn't natural and it isn't something this holistic wellness ranch place is going to fix..." "It's a hospital," Olivia insisted. "Unlike you, they're professionals." "It's a curse," Maeve blurted out. Olivia lifted her phone from her ear and stared. She tittered in disbelief. "A curse? Really?" "Yeah, we'll call it that." said Maeve. Olivia laughed. "Okay, two points. One, there isn't a 'we'. Two, curses aren't real. There's always an logical explanation!" "Please, listen to mine - okay, maybe curse isn't quite the right word, but I can tell you what is is if you - " "Freak." Olivia cut her off. She pocketed the phone in a huff. She was done. The last overheard locker clattered shut. She surveyed the scene around her. The hostess was encouraging the last few holdouts to sit. She gave her a tap on the shoulder. The lady flinched as if she were shocked. Olivia mimicked the reaction. "Oh...err. Sorry!" The lady raised her eyebrows, regained her smile and straightened her crispy jacket. Olivia's mind raced to her shirt. A flick of the wrist and she corrected where it had ridden up suddenly over her stomach, cotton gripping her bothersome fresh flesh. "Yes ma'am?" "My friend - I just called her, she's not coming with me," she declared. The hostess batted her eyes. A simultaneous groan echoed from the rows around her. "Just you then," she exclaimed. "That's no problem. Your seats are free. Please be seated." She took two deft paces backward and showed Olivia to her row. Olivia followed on, wincing as she felt the bite of the button under her jelly roll. She considered the warmth of the air, her slight sweat and the cabin pressure, struggling to turn her head facts she couldn't add up. The dull pain blinkered her thoughts. She jabbed a thumb through her waistband, easing the ache as her jeans pinched her with every step. A woman in her eighties slept gently by the window, a doily-like cover on her eyes. Olivia thanked the hostess, clacked open the locker, and in a quick movement clandestinely produced the seatbelt extender from the top pocket of her bag as she pretended to wrestle the zipper shut. Palming the strap as she closed the locker, Olivia brought down her arms and shuffled into her spot. She gave a grunt of discomfort. It was tighter than she'd predicted. Twisting round, the student lowered both armrests as much as she could. She quietly clamped the extender to the male end of the regular harness, and brought it across her round, turgid tummy. Her t-shirt was riding up; she corrected it. Olivia scooted her butt further but found she had reached her limit. Her stomach pressed on her cramped thighs and her boobs were up to her chin. Olivia sighed. This would just have to do. She clicked the extended seatbelt shut. She peered over her sunglasses. The hostess was still standing over her. "Ma'am, I'm afraid we can't get ready to fly just yet." she said, between demeanour of cheer and despotism. "Our procedures require our cabin crew to have access to the aisle at all times." The hostess clasped her hands. Olivia felt stung. She took the hint with a puff of baited warm breath and a lowly whispered curse. She had just sat down, and she felt drained. The student took stock of herself - a hefty love handle, her ass, the side of her thick, wobbling thigh; all had bust the unwritten limits of her right armrest, and were bulging off the precipice of her seat. Rolling her eyes, she lifted the armrest on her left and tenuously adjusted her position. Her tummy grumbled. Olivia winced. She rested her bottom between the seats, and leant back on the plastic divides. She nudged and budged her body, trying to make herself comfortable. "Our apologies, our regulations state that won't be a viable option - we need you to be seated and to be wearing a seatbelt prior to take-off." "Ugghh, okay. Middle seat it is." Olivia made sure to lock eyes with her powder-puffed oppressor as she slid jauntily across the row. She seized the leftmost armrest for leverage and pushed with her legs. Her jeans lifted from the seat, tearing like Velcro and her fingers tingled with static. Suspended for the briefest moment, Olivia swung her bottom deeper into her gaudy, plastic confines. She heard a sudden squeak. Her heavy hip bounced and buffered into her window seat neighbour. Olivia threw her head around, her face paling. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" she cried, mortified. "I didn't see you!" She lurched to the right, or rather she tried to. Olivia winced as cramp wrapped round her calf, strangled by her jeans. Digging in through the pain she inched herself away a little more. She flipped her hair, fighting her body into position. "You're on my leg," the elderly lady croaked. "Shit - I mean, sorry!" Olivia chastised herself for cursing. She fumbled and shoved her weighty waist rightward, until she felt the familiar sensation of hard plastic pressing her coccyx. She was wedged in the space between seats again. Olivia looked up to the air hostess in desperation. The slender woman extended her manicured fingers. Her arm brushed the dishevelled girl's heaving chest, a palm softly placing itself on her distressed fellow passenger's shoulder. "We're so sorry!" she said, palpably emotional. "We have an upgrade we can offer you. Are you able to follow me to business class? Are you hurt?" She raised her eyebrows once, twice quickly in Olivia's direction. "Excuse us!" she hissed. Olivia whimpered. She swayed herself into motion. She half stood, half rolled her way from her seat, planting a chubby leg back in the aisle. She hauled the rest of herself out into the cooler air. The hostess zipped down into the space she occupied, a comforting arm stretching around the valued guest's shoulder. "I'm...err...I'm just gonna go to the restroom..." The student twisted away from the awkward scene and barrelled for the toilet. She opened her eyes to the rest of the flight. She swore she heard a sharp, collective intake of breath as she sighed, holding her head low. Olivia swung her legs, mumbling apology after apology as her hips brushed by. Some apologised back. A row of boys shifted to the side, a few comically far, earning a laugh from their friends. The older women tutted. The younger stared with pity. The worst was the rearward rows, and the squat, bryl-creemed businessmen in the premium economy seats. There was one who pretended not to see her, or hear her after she pleaded excuses. Groaning, she trundled by, his shoulder brushing the sides of her belly, soft fat slipping past a cheap, crinkled suit. Olivia winced. She could have sworn she felt him smirking. The door couldn't have come quickly enough. By time she pressed up against the handle her spirits were shot. She rattled the door, stepped through, twisted and closed it tight behind her. Olivia was in darkness. There was minimal space to move. She fished her phone out from her vice-like pocket. She couldn't see a light switch. She couldn't sit. She could barely turn around, but with a grunt and a thrust, she did so. She was alone. She locked the door. The former dancer began to seethe. Hot and waxy tears ran down her cheeks. She covered her mouth, determined not to let anyone hear her. She wished the plane would just take off, with her in the shadows. She wished she was invisible. She wished everyone else was every bit as uncomfortable as she was. She wished she was slim, fit, graceful again most of all. She heard voices outside, simple chatter, kids cajoling each other, broken in segments by the obnoxious blare of the businessmen on the last row. "We're running ten minutes late," His partner swore. "Au contraire," said a third man. "I'm confident we'll arrive ten minutes early, after the crew force her off..." "Throw her down the slide," someone laughed. "She'd roll to China." Olivia's temper flared. Her brow boiled to volcanic proportions. Her fists were clenched tight. Her chest grew warm, her breaths grew furious and ragged. Didn't they know who she was? Didn't they know the girl she used to be? How dare they? How could they? How could everyone see, but nobody know? Suddenly the pressure welled up in her midsection. Olivia choked. Her cheeks flushed in agony. Before she could seize her stomach the noise hit her eardrums. No longer in pain, she felt under her belly. She found one edge of her jeans, then the other, split by a gaping zipper. There was no button there. It had gone. Olivia's fingers curled at the feeling of soft flesh, sticking out in front of her, hanging in half an inch of space where there'd been nothing at all. Olivia's mouth hung open. She hadn't moved her feet. But her gut was now pushing against the door. Shell-shocked, she took out her phone. "Maeve, it's me. I believe you." she breathed, the moment she heard her pick up. She wiggled and nudged. The door rattled. Olivia peered through the millimetre slit left in the wall by the hinges. Someone was waiting for her. "I'm glad. Where are you now?" Maeve replied. Olivia bit her lip. "A runway. About to burst out of an airplane toilet...oh god, I must weigh a tonne by now. How come I didn't notice it before?" "You weren't meant to notice, the weight gain happened to you overnight because I delayed it, I mean - the curse was delayed..." "YOU DID THIS?" screamed Olivia. "I'm really sorry!" Maeve wailed. "I can fix this! I didn't want it to be like this, I swear! The curse - the...thing, I think I'm losing control over it, I just wanted you to know so you can stop..." There was silence on the line. "Ugghhhhh" Olivia moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Her bottom pressed harder on the sink. Olivia leant forward. Her belly flattened along the width of the door. She gasped. Her breasts were beginning to brush the signage. Her shirt pulled tight across her shoulders. Olivia heard a stitch split. "Please," Maeve pleaded. "Please don't get mad! Just do something to get out of there!" The student staggered. A rumble emanated from the soles of her feet. She shivered as the buzz crept through her tendons. The plane had ignited its engines. Her burst of growth had pinned her in place. Olivia's blood ran cold. "You can't go," Maeve urged. "Get off the plane!" "I - I can't get out," Olivia whimpered. "I'm about to fly!" "The thing - the thing I used to do this to you. It's called -" The line howled with hiss of static. " - from a book I read but then I lost it, I don't know where it is!" "What did you say?" said Olivia. "I can't hear you!" "Please - don't shout! Don't -" Kkkkrrrrhhh....krrrrhhhhhhh…. "Maeve, it's okay, I'm not mad - tell me what it is, tell me what to do!" Kkkkrrrrhhh…. "- livia, we're being watched. You've got to keep quiet!" "Just tell me. Hurry, I think I can - hhgggnnnhh....heerrrrnnggghh!" Olivia pounded the door and tried to unstick herself. "We need to stay together!" shouted Maeve. Olivia heard a rumble from deep down below. The tinny lights shivered and buzzed. The plane was shifting its gears. "You need to stay here!" Olivia fumbled for the latch, palms sweating. She pushed her left hand past her heaving stomach. She drew a breath. Her fingers slid on the steely bolt piece. "Tell me." whispered Olivia. "Maeve, tell me what's going on." "I used a - krrrrcchhh - device. It's c - krrrrcchhh - Penultimator!" The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG " - . The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog Aaaaand that wraps it up for the night! Any and all comments, critiques and criticisms worth your time will be given mine. Leave a like, I hope to see you again for the final chapter! Shift, exclamation point. I sighed as I checked the time. 1:52 am. I clicked the post button and switched tabs to a piano cover of Yesterday. My eyes were straining and I dimmed the screen. The music helped ease the ache. I switched tabs again to an article I'd skimmed past a couple hours before on rising cat ownership. I read it until the song stopped, glugged some water and closed the page, then the curtains. I was ready for bed. Down below, I heard someone open the front door. I lived alone. I stopped breathing. I turned in my chair, my mouth opening slowly. Two wet footsteps struck the tiles of the porch. I wasn't imagining the noise. A rustle of material and a thud echoed down the hallway as someone discarded a soaked raincoat on my shoe rack. Click The hallway light was on. Click I switched my bedroom light off. I dimmed my laptop to black. I scrabbled for my phone as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I stepped away from where the light was seeping through under the door, into the shadows by the wardrobe. Thud....thud...thud.... Serial killer. Do I shout out? I stuck a hand in the door. I gripped my old hockey stick. Thud....thud.. The footsteps were closing towards me. I unlocked my phone, and entered three digits. Creak... The figure had reached the stairs. It was coming for me. Creeeaaakk…. The footsteps grew slower, louder. I had nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run - but back down the stairs, audibly groaning as someone ascended. "Hello?" "Ughhh...hey! I finally found you...." The voice was a stranger's. But it was young. Feminine. Loud and accented. "Are you looking for me?" I said, balking. "Geez, didn't you see me waving at your window?" she gasped, then huffed. "Of course you didn't. You were on your computer." She paused for breath. My mind hung on the inflections. Far as I could tell, she wasn't from England. "Phew....so I tried the front door, your doorbell doesn't work, but you left it open - so..." She flicked on the stairway light. "Sorry - do I know you?" I asked her. "Yeah...kinda...phew - look, we'll get to that later. Second door on the left's your room, right?" "Err, yeah. Wait, I'll get the door." Heart still pumping, I returned the hockey stick to the wardrobe. I found some slippers and threw on a hoodie. The pyjama bottoms would have to do. I tossed an empty can of Coke in the bin. I pocketed my phone, switched the light back on, and opened the door. There was a girl in ripped jeans, a thin purple zipper jacket and a white t-shirt, leaning with her hands on the balustrade, a loose scarf dangling over the edge. She pushed back her soaking blonde hair over her shoulder and looked me dead in the eyes. I tried my best not to peel mine away. I couldn't overstate the obvious. She was fat. She was immense. Her every move exaggerated her mass. As she approached my doorway her rolling stomach hung out from under her shirt, drooping over the crumpled zipper of her straining, buttonless jeans, puffing out her shirt into a taut band around and between her belly roll, supported by faint, silvery vertical lines. I couldn't afford to peer down any more as she drew closer. My mind built a picture of her stretchmarks as speech marks, flanking her round belly button. A similar noise escaped from my mouth. She stopped, inches away from me. Her plump lips tightened. "Can I come in?" My eyes were on the doorframe. I was dumbstruck. "Uhh...huh, I dunno," she said, mocking my voice. "Can you?" I'd gone mute. She groaned. She motioned for me to move out the way. I did. She stepped forward, and true to my inklings, the hinge side gave her hips a firm press. For a second she was held, but she was heavy, and she bouldered through. She smoothed a hand down the redness on her side, then rolled her shoulders. Her jacket, like the soft, chunky arms it wrapped around, looked purely vestigial. She clearly couldn't close the zipper across her body. The girl closed the door. She occupied the centre of my room, vast and fat, coughing soft and rapid breaths. "Hey. First of all...fuck you, this is all your fault. Second of all, don't talk unless I tell you. Don't make me angry. Third of all, I'm exhausted. Can I sit down?" "Uhh...sure?" "Thanks. That walk couldn't have been worse. Why do you have to live up a hill?" She deposited herself on my lounge chair. I heard a wheeze of air escaping leather. "I'm so unfit. I haven't been to the gym since I split my leggings trying to run on a treadmill, it was - how d'you put it - humiliating, watching my butt wobble in the pristine glass." I simply stared. She was giving me a queer look. "Am I ringing any bells here?" "I...err...I don't think we've met before..." "No, we haven't." the girl said, shrugging. "But you definitely know me. You know everything about me. You know more about me than I do." I found my own chair, by the laptop. "I'm lost." I admitted to her. "Who are you, exactly?" "I'm Olivia Johnson. Remember me? I'm the straight-A student college star dancer you wrote about and thought - wow, wonder how I can wreck her life? I know! Destroy her figure with some rapid, uncontrollable college weight gain." I blanched. "Yeah. I remember you. And clearly I must be dreaming." Olivia smirked. She lifted her shirt to just underneath her breasts. "No, this isn't real. You're from one of my stories," I told her. "Nooo" she said, mocking my voice again. "All of this...is very, very real." She drifted closer. Her belly was stretched, round, plush with armfuls of quivering fat. "Feel it," she offered. "Give it a rub. Don't you want to?" "This is a dream!" I repeated. But I wasn't waking up. "Touch..." she cooed, pursing her lips. "Feel me. You don't have to hide it here. I know what you really want." Closer and closer she came. She put a shoe on my chair's rolling wheel. I felt my hand travelling upward, to protect myself. But then I stretched out a finger... No sooner had my fingertip poked her stomach than she had seized my wrist with claw-like nails. She slapped me across the face. I felt a burning sensation. "That's for making me get fat. Totally what my plotline needed. Aspiring dancer, star of the family, super fit, starts college and balloons into a separate ZIP code. Thanks." "Nightmare," I decided. "Holy shit. I'm having a lucid nightmare." "I'm real, you dumb asshole! The story you wrote about me was true!" "But...but how is this happening? I didn't write a part where you come alive and travel all the way to my house and break in to confront me! Look...here, let me show you!" I grabbed the mouse, swivelled it and brought up the document on my laptop. The title flashed up in bold. Olivia's New Moves. I scrolled down. Chapter 11. "Look, I haven't even finished the whole thing. You... you're on the plane to your home state. You've left your last lecture that day, it's the end of term. You wanted to go to a health facility for summer, Maeve called you, you got stuck in a toilet. You're trying to get off the plane - how did you get here?" "It's that stupid device," said Olivia. "The Penultimator, it's a thing that transfers fiction to the real world? It is real. The college, the classes, my family, stupid Maeve, all that fricking food - you don't know how, but you created all of it. I got off the plane. I did a search to find out what Maeve told me in the toilet and I found your story online. My story. Word for word, exactly what happened to me. I tracked your username, found your accounts elsewhere, found out where you lived, skimmed your address off a data hosting company and then found you." "Wow," I mumbled. I curled my toes. "Where do I start....err, didn't know it was that easy. I should change my passwords...hang on a minute." I scrolled. The words ended where I thought I'd left them. My sign off. Shift key, exclamation point. "I didn't write any of that last part. The train, the walking. In fact I literally just wrote the plane sequence. How could any of what you just said have happened?" "You haven't written it, but you're going to." "That doesn't make any sense." "It does. Think about it. Nobody writes in the present tense. Everything you've written about me happens in the past. You're going to write how eventually I flew over here, how I boarded a train, how I walked a mile from the station in the pouring rain and found you in the past tense. Like everything else, got it?" "Got it. I think..." Olivia glowered at me, indignant. She tapped her watch. "And?" "Oh...right, I'm guessing you want me to rewrite what happened? The whole...weight gain thing?" Olivia patted her stomach, eyes on me. "You're driving me crazy. I'm literally getting heavier as we speak. What do you think I want?" "Sorry" I mumbled. "I could just delete everything? That's if, you know...you're okay with being wiped from history, maybe." "Try it," she shrugged. "Maybe it's my time. Maybe I had it alright in my little existence as someone's fantasy." Wincing, I clicked my documents and sent the whole folder to the recycle bin. I returned to the internet and ventured to the forum where I'd made the last post. One like, one comment. Not bad for seven minutes. I found the edit button. I highlighted the text. I hit backspace, running page after page away. I found Chapter 1. Olivia's New Moves. She was in my room. She was still there. She was still - I quickly glanced over my shoulder - fat. The text glowed blue. My finger balanced on the button. I closed my eyes. Gone. I scrolled up, and scrolled down. No more fiction. But she was still there. "Errm. Are you feeling anything?" I asked her. "I feel fat," said Olivia. "Just like you wanted, right?" "Didn't work then," I murmured. "Unless..." "Unless what?" "I can figure why. I put it all online. I can't eliminate the possibility that someone copied and pasted them. Maybe for a collection? There's no way I could get it back." "Someone's collection. You're flattering yourself...but shit, you're probably right." Olivia sighed. "You'll have to write an ending with me getting skinny again. Sorry to put you through the torture." Somehow, I had to smile. "I'm not that bad, am I?" "Let's see." Olivia folded her arms. I turned back to the screen. I fished Chapter 11 out of the recycling bin, opened it and scrolled until the page was blank. I began typing. Olivia decided she wanted to lose weight. She walked to the gym. "Walked?" said Olivia. "Seriously? You're letting me walk? I'm walking now? Dude, I waddle. That's how you've moved me since Chapter Eight - she squeezed herself from the booth and waddled to the restroom. Because I'm so swollen from all the plates of food I stuffed myself with at the buffet, remember? That's how I get from A to B when I leave my room, increasingly rarely these days..." She seized a thick roll of her belly. "Hmm. I wonder why?" She gave it a furious shake. "Point taken." I said, bleeding a little on the inside. Like I'd imagined, it took Olivia's fat more than a moment to settle. "Weird. I never saw the point." she said, still jiggling as I turned in my chair to the laptop. "Why was I in bed all morning? Was I tired because I'm fat? Was I lazy because I'm fat? Maybe I was too embarrassed to go downstairs to the real world...because I'm fat? You left it pretty ambiguous. Guess you've got a few different tastes to please, huh? More fool me thinking there's only one fricking track in the world of your fetish." I reddened. "It...could be worse?" I said with a shrug. "No shit," Olivia muttered. "I trawled through a lot of stories after I found mine. Lot of heavy reading. You didn't feed me to a giantess, I guess. Also, am I supposed to thank you for not making me immobile? That seems to happen a lot." My eyes dashed to my edit history. "Yeah. Totally." I mumbled, the colour of my cheeks draining as the first thoughts were struck down by one more harrowing. "Err...are any of the other stories real too?" "Who knows?" the softened dancer replied. "Maybe they are real, to the good writers." She rolled her eyes. "That's...hey, that's not an insult," I said, cheerily. "Oh yeah? I hate you," she blurted. "Your stories like, really suck." "Owch?" "Not done." She eased my hand off the mouse, scrolled up and highlighted the sentence she wanted. "A hefty love handle, her ass, the side of her thick, wobbling thigh; all had bust the unwritten limits of her right armrest, and were bulging off the precipice of her seat. Who the hell do you think you are? Do you get off on Shakespeare too?" "Again..." I shrugged. "Wouldn't call that an insult." "Urgghh! You're the worst! Stop flattering yourself, you fucking narcissist!" I kicked myself from the desk and rolled away. "Give it a go yourself," I suggested. "You're better than me, clearly. Prove your point." "If I could write my own story - " Olivia grumbled " - would I really be standing in your bedroom. I already tried, it didn't work. You're the one with the power to change this." "Look, I don't know how I did it." I said. "You mentioned the Penultimator - that's just a word on a page, to me. I thought I made it up. I don't know what it is. I wouldn't know where to find one. If we could just stop arguing for like, one minute, maybe we can come to some sort of agreement? Then I can go to bed, wake up and it'll be like it was all a dream. No sod that, we're too far gone. A bad trip on acid." I breathed in. "If I'm going to write something that's - if not good, at the very least, plausible - I need to get a feel of what it's really like for you. What was it like, being in my story? Was I controlling you? Did you feel like some sort of puppet?" "No," Olivia said, calmly. "It wasn't. Not in a sense you were directing every movement. I had plenty of freedom between chapters, just not when I was around junk food, clearly. I think you used the phrase eating machine? And seriously, why did you keep making me hungry at midnight? It was so annoying! I had to get up, squeeze into my forlorn pyjamas, somehow not wake my parents while I plodded down the stairs to cram my face and go back to bed on a full stomach! No wonder I slept late so much!" I was about to warn her not get mad again but, as if on cue, she yawned. "You have a place to stay tonight somewhere, right?" I said. "No," Olivia said again with a shrug. "You haven't written one for me." "I'll put you somewhere nice. If I wake up and you still exist we can think about this tomorrow." I flicked on the bedside light and tapped on the keyboard. And after her detour to the bedroom, Olivia grew sleepy. She left through the open door, descended the stairs and was promptly whisked away for a night at the London Ritz I hit enter to post. I spun in my seat. My muse was still standing there, incredulous. She shook her head. "Nope. Not happening." said Olivia. "Maybe it'll work when you go down the stairs," I said. "Maybe there's a footman and a limousine?" "It didn't work. I can't leave through the open door. It's closed, you idiot." "Oh." I muttered. "Sorry...I must be tired too." "Screw it. Get some sleep, you'll write better in the morning. I think I can handle one more night of morbid obesity." I rubbed my eyes. "Fine." I closed my laptop, stood up, opened my wardrobe and fished out my sleeping bag from between the hiking boots at the bottom. I took my laptop in one hand and the bag under my arm as I approached the door. "Where are you going?" said Olivia. "Living room couch." I mumbled. "But this is your bedroom." "And that's your bed for the night. Enjoy." "I can't take your bed from you." "You're not going to fit on the couch. No offence." For the first time that night, she laughed genuinely. "Oh, because I'm huge? Can't let anyone forget it, can we?" She slapped a hand on her plump rear end. "Aren't you a little afraid I might break your bed into splinters? Because I'm so overweight?" She plopped herself down hard on the mattress and the springs squealed. Her boobs were bouncing. But nothing yielded. The bed held firm. "It wasn't made out of plywood, like yours," I said. "Pretty comfortable too. Goodnight!" "Hey, wait," she shouted. "You're making me feel guilty" I found myself grinning. "I wrote a sense of guilt for you?" "I guess so... your writing's awful by the way - I mean, you can stay up here, if you like. It's your place. I don't want you to feel like I've crashed everything." "Wow, Olivia. Thanks, but I'd rather not feel the bruises in the morning. It's an old floor." "I mean in bed, idiot," she whispered under her breath. "Stay with me. I know you're having a rough ride with your stories coming alive at your doorstep but I don't know what the hell's up with me either. It's something bigger than me, if that's even possible. I don't what it is. I just don't want to be alone. I'm always alone. Please?" My feet were rooted. My stance was awkward. "...I can do that." I said. "Woohoo. Get in bed." she replied, deadpan. "Err...let me go brush my teeth." I hopped out of the room to the first door on the left, the bathroom. The first thing I did was splashed cold water in my face. I stared at myself in the mirror. Still real. I could tell as I could hear my bed creaking, with the sound of Olivia slowly stripping her damp clothes off her body. I hung on the last two words. I splashed some more cold water. I took my time with my teeth. I wanted her to be comfortable. I wanted her to believe I was the opposite of everything I'd done. Returning to my room, I shuffled to what was now my side. Her clothes were strewn all over the floor. The t-shirt was pulled out of proportion, and on the verge of ripping. I opened the duvet. Her pillowy form was under the sheets, softly stirring, naked but for her knickers, or panties as she'd have called them. Her breasts had tumbled to each side of her frame, braless. I breathed out. Shit. I hadn't given her a bra that fit since Chapter Eight. I left my side of the sheets tucked in. I lay down over the top, and pulled the duvet to my chin. I stared up at the ceiling. Olivia flicked her eyes at me. She looked me up and down. She saw what I'd done. "Ughh!" she mock-groaned, with a giggle. "Such a virgin." I was too tired to press a case for the defence. She threw the duvet over both our heads, and bucked her hips until she faced the bedside table. She loosened the sheet, kicking her legs free, shoving the edge under her back then rolling over the top. Olivia stuck out a hand and switched the lamp off. Then, breathing a little less softly, she rested. I faced the wall. I uncurled my legs, and rose my head in consternation as gravity drew them to the other side of the bed. My unexpected guest was tanking the mattress from the edge, creating a wallowing depression. Her form unmoving, Olivia was sucking me in, and she knew it. I relented. I rolled from one shoulder to another, facing her side. Now there were centimetres between us. She felt my breath on her shoulder. She softly cranked it up. I let it touch my chest, breathed in, breathed out and closed the gap. She let me push her dark golden hair a little away from my eyes. "Is this...is this really okay with you?" I repeated, whispering in her ear. She took my hand. She purred as she placed it delicately on her plush, yielding waist. "Mhmmphh. Night Campbell." I sighed, then I yawned. "Mhmmm. That's not my name..." I heard no reply. In seconds, the biggest little spoon in the world and I were asleep. If she snored I didn't hear her. I remembered only my dreams. They were never like my stories. I saw a dog, equally sleepy, lazing lonely on a plane, unmoving as a lithe fox swept from the hazy shadows, unflinching as it leapt over its back, again and again. A drooping pair of eyes, and a flash of brown.
  11. Hey! Long time appreciator of weigh gain content, finally getting around to contributing something: https://www.deviantart.com/fatadmirer7044/art/Life-and-How-To-Live-It-Chapter-1-Drive-808558179 This is a link to the first installment of a weight gain-type series I've been working on. I've never really written prose before so we'll see how it goes, but hopefully there'll be new chapters posted every Monday for the foreseeable future. It's sort of a realistic, story driven weight gain tale involving a girl returning home after an absence. Not a lot of straight weight gain this chapter, but there'll be more. Thanks!
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    Victoria McKenziEVE.

    (Hey, guys, I know that it's been a while since I've written anything and I'm truly sorry about that, but I've just not really had the inspiration for it, but I think I've found some inspiration, this is more of a one-shot and a revamped version of Victoria McKenzie, in fact, when discussing Victoria for the first time, like, over a year ago, this is the idea that I originally had in my head, this Victoria is about 5ft3 and she's not comically fat, but her small stature makes her a total butterball at 166lbs and she's doing well for herself in the UK, America and Japan. I hope you guys like this fic and this new version of Victoria. If you have any ways for me to improve, then please let me know. Victoria's based on a rounder Charli Evans in terms of her physical appearance, so Vic's on the right and her tag team partner Millie McKenzie is on the left; also, Millie and Vic aren't related as, to break kayfabe, Vic's real last name isn't McKenzie! O_O Bit of a warning, I might be rusty with my writing skills and my punctuation has always been a big issue for me, also this story is taking place out of kayfabe, so Vic's not gonna be a super rude shithead heel in this. Also, the end part is the closest thing to anything sexual that I've written, so it'll probably be shit. ) Her stomach heaved, the silver bodysuit with black sides couldn't hide how big she'd gotten, every heavy breath was a reminder to the fans of how much weight she had slapped on, her belly jutted forwards and gave her a pronounced gut. Her arms were meaty and shook with pretty much every moment, her back was wide and had some backrolls bunching up; her pretty face was still attractive, but it was rounder and it had a more obvious double chin than her last match at EVE. With a grunt, Victoria McKenzie pulled herself up to her feet, her face was red and she was clearly gasping for breath as the fans showered her with jeers and boos, the 23 year old Newcastle-Upon-Tyne native had just defeated Erin Angel with her Sitout Piledriver finisher in only 9 minutes. The match wasn't very long, but it wasn't bad, either, but what was obvious was how winded Victoria was as she ran a hand through her long, black hair which had a blonde streak running through it. "Who ate all the pies? Who ate all the pies? Victoria! Victoria, she ate all the pies!" The Pro Wrestling EVE fans were always known for being lively and rowdy, but in a fun way that added to the small atmosphere of the relatively tiny venue in London that they always held their EVE shows from. Victoria heard the singing directed at her, it was obvious to her that her parents weren't the only one who noticed how plump the 5ft3 Geordie had become. She knew that she was a heel and that she shouldn't get too worked up about it, but that didn't mean that hearing the chants about how big she was hurt any less. "She's fat, she's rude, She ate all the food! Victoria, Victoria!" Before she knew it, Victoria took the microphone from the pink haired EVE ring announcer as she just decided to go on a bit of a shoot promo, the fans' words had really gotten to her, she was angry with them for daring to body-shame her, but she was also angry at herself for getting as angry as she was. But, as Victoria put the microphone to her lips, she caught her breath, placing a hand on her soft, meaty belly to calm herself down. Tears were on the verge of falling from her face as Victoria choked out into the microphone, barely keeping herself composed "Aye, you bloody southerners think that you're so fucking funny with ya' football chants, aye? Come on! Don't fucking stop chanting now that I've called ya' out, carry on!" Victoria demanded as she continued to air out some genuine feelings towards the fans. It wasn't all of them, it was just a small number of very vocal douchebags. "Look, this isn't all of you, most of you guys and gals are fucking amazing in the audience and this isn't directed at you. It's directed at whichever dickheads have been heckling me, I'm well fucking aware that I've gained weight, but I don't see you guys getting into this ring to do what I do! I know that I'm a worthless piece of shit, I've only just moved out of my parents' house at 23 years old in Newcastle, my friends that I went to school with have families; they've got kids and they've got a future!" By this point, the fans were caught off guard by Victoria's emotional and unscripted shoot promo as she was just getting everything off of her chest; Vic's heavy breathing was getting a bit faster as she had to choke back a sob. "Pro wrestling is the only thing that I've got that makes my life matter, Pro Wrestling EVE, Riptide, ATTACK Pro. I'm going all over the place and trying to make people happy...so don't you fucking dare give me all that shit about my weight!" Vic yelled out, with genuine rage filling her voice as her slight second chin jiggled as she got angrier. "I'm not anyone special, I'm not destined for NXT: UK, I'm gonna be on the indies for the rest of my fucking career, so you better get used to seeing me, but all I have is pro wrestling, pro wrestling is what keeps me smiling. I travel the long train journey from Newcastle to London, I put up with my family telling me to "Go and get a real job and stop wasting your life." and I put up with the pain that I'm in after every match at 23 years old!!" Vic's gut was now jiggling at this point as she noticed that a majority of the fans had looks of not only shock, but a few fans were almost tearing up as bad as Victoria was as the 166lbs, 5ft3 whimpered and was clearly trying to stop herself from breaking down in the middle of the ring. But she knew that she couldn't keep on talking forever; so she took a breath and put the microphone back to her lips. "I owe everyone here an apology for this little shoot, I've wasted your time, I've held up the show and the girls in the back probably want to fucking kill me...so, I hope you guys enjoy the rest of the show and I'll see you around." Victoria then handed the microphone back to the ring announcer, who, ironically, looked speechless. The pudgy butterball then rolled out of the ring through the bottom rope and, as she walked to the back as quickly as possible; she heard a different chant from the majority of the EVE fans. "Victoria, Victoria, Let's go Victoria, we love you!" It was clear that 95% of the fans respected the living fuck out of Victoria and had been moved by what the Geordie had said and, as Victoria stepped to the backstage of EVE, she just lost composure as the autistic Geordie broke down in tears. But, in contrast to the hostile and angry reception that she was expecting, Victoria was greeted by hugs and words of sympathy and encouragement. It really was like a family in EVE and Victoria was just glad that she was able to get all that off her chest; it felt like 500lbs was lifted from her chunky shoulders. A month later. It had been a month since Victoria's shoot promo on a bunch of bodyshaming fans at EVE and the response was more positive than negative; which she included some grief she got from old timers like Jim Cornette (who had blocked Vic before this incident anyway.) who said that she shouldn't be such a "Whiny, fat bitch" and advised that the autistic Victoria should "Choke herself on those medication tablets that you take, you're clearly too much of a thin skinned pussy to be in this industry, you fucking mark!" But, from David Starr to Toni Storm, from Kenny Omega to Chris Jericho, Victoria had been getting a lot of positive responses from her off-the-cuff shoot; at this point, Victoria was also still just as beefy, she was laying on her bed in her new home; she was clad in a white SHIMMER Women's Athletes top that didn't really hide her bulging gut, it just showed off her side fat even more. She had been playing some Red Dead Redemption 2 while stuffing her face with a Takeout. Honestly, that was a main reason for Victoria's weight gain, she didn't really know how to cook, she had asked her stepfather, the main cook while she lived with her stepdad and mum, but her stepfather flat out told her that he "didn't have the patience"; which kinda hurt Vic as, now she was living on her own, she didn't really know how to cook and, as a result, the butterball Newcastle native was stuffing her face with takeout, Nandos and, her personal favourite, Subways. But there was another reason and that was Victoria actually liked being bulky; she found something arousing, almost sexually pleasing about how her stomach heaved, how it was so big and jiggled with hardly any movement. Vic was feeling herself getting hot and bothered just thinking about it, so she decided to have some fun. The Brit rested back on her bed and started to slowly lift her shirt up, her gut was noticeable, it was rotund and meaty and Victoria loved it. Her fingers started to rub the doughy flesh, filling the Geordie with a wave of pleasure as she felt that her spare tire of a stomach was actually sweating a bit as Vic moaned loudly, throwing her head back as her breathing quickened. She loved fondling her own gut and she had a part of her that hated herself for being so depraved, but the majority of Victoria just didn't care. "God; Vic..you're such a fat...uuuurgh...fat, piece of shit!" Vic insulted herself as she continued to squeeze and grope her own gut flesh. However, much like her in-ring work, Victoria's weight gain and slight out of shape lack of conditioning meant that she was gasping and wheezing for breath as sweat formed on her face while she continued to play with her rotund, bulbous gut. "FUCKING-ARGH, SHIT!!!" Victoria bellowed in frustration as she breathed heavily, finally taking her sweaty fingers from underneath her shirt as she noticed that the white shirt was now stained with gut sweat, thanks to that little session. As VIctoria breathed heavily, panted and wheezed, she reached over and grabbed her phone, her stomach rising and falling as she tried to relax herself; but, as Vic calmed herself down, she realised that her Twitter account had a DM from her best friend and tag team partner, Millie McKenzie. MillieMcKenzie - Hey Vic, how're you holding up? Victoria couldn't help but laugh, causing her slight double chin to jiggle a bit as the sweaty, out of breath Geordie was debating if she should be honest and tell Millie about her love for her own gut, but she decided to lie, she didn't want Millie to think she was a freak and she didn't have many friends in her life, anyway, she didn't want to lose another one. GiftedGeordie - Been having a blast playing some RDR2, I'm holding up pretty good. Vic chuckled a bit, she had been playing, but it wasn't a video game that she'd been playing; that said, a nagging voice in Victoria's head was telling her to just own up to it, but Vic couldn't, all she had was wrestling and she didn't want the industry that she lived for and loved to cast her out; she already felt cast out in the 'real' world.
  13. Synopsis Duchess Staceline Voluptua-Fuller Demoore, the Empire's most eligible young woman, must fight off a small army of suitors as well as the thigh-thickening effects of the ludicrously calorific diet advocated by her countrywomen – at least she has to fight them off long enough to squeeze into long-forgotten libraries of ancient secrets that will let her prevent the long-prophesied crisis from ruining her homeland – or at least wreaking serious economic havoc such as a decrease in the number of desserts at royal galas from 78 down to 62, or in the worst case as few as 28! On the other hand, maybe it would be better for the maintenance of her pert bottom if she let the crisis run its course... By a long-time reader who hasn't contributed a story before. * * * Chapter 1: The Gala Dinner A summer sunrise began to light the worn sandstone of Abimere Hall. Amid its manicured lawns, the large staff busied themselves removing marquis tents and tidying the landscaped tree garden. Inside the 64 guest bedrooms of the Hall, aristocratic guests slumbered heavily on silk or linen beds, depending on which level of room their rank had obtained for them. Still more dozed in the four fine inns of the nearby village. In the case of most of the female aristocracy, their rest was of rather poor quality, as they struggled to digest and sleep off the indulgence of the last day's royal gala – a mid-season event, but nonetheless a well attended one because it was the first one hosted by the Hall's owner after her coming of age. That owner, the Duchess Staceline Dolchetta Voluptua-Fuller Demoore, was without much dissent both the wealthiest and the best-pedigreed of this season's débutantes. For the young noblemen in attendance, many of whom had booked rooms in the nearby town months in advance in order to get time with the young Duchess at a dance or – even better – at one of the private dessert tables the hostess was socially obligated to visit in turn, it hardly hurt that she was a statuesque beauty whose figure had so far survived the fattening effects of the royal gala season apparently unscathed. Except possibly for the generous breasts which had swelled higher and higher in her exquisite green silk dress. Meanwhile, the hostess herself had retired to her chambers in the private old eastern wing at the back of the Hall, where she had stripped to a skimpy black silk negligee and tried to sleep off a day of unrelenting gluttony. That was proving to be a struggle, even for a young woman with such a vigorous metabolism. Her already-short negligee rode up around her belly, which had swollen bigger and bigger overnight as its mistress attempted to sleep off the effect of seventy-eight desserts... “Ah, FUCK! I ate too much!” Groaned Duchess Staceline, as her friend and assistant offered her a silver tray with three jugs and a glass. “Stacey! Language... What would your aunt say?” “Ugh! It's her fault I had to host this stupid fucking gala. And who the fuck decided seventy-eight desserts is what a royal gala needs? And she made me promise to be a good host, and indulge myself in at least one serving of every fucking one... That's a stupid rule too, and now I feel like I'm going to split my fucking negligee, Alicia... Did you get my stuff?” The blonde friend, wearing a too-snug gold dress, with straps far tighter than they had been when she'd sat down to a dinner of roast pheasant and goose with the Duchess the previous afternoon, offered some sympathy. “Yes, Stacey. Here's your towel and icewater, and this jug is prune juice, this one is castor oil, and this one is milk with a little honey...” “Milk? Fuck, Alicia, if I never see dairy again it'll be too soon. Every other dessert was drenched in damn cream...” “Oh, I think it's quite soothing for an upset tummy. I had some this morning. Of course, I didn't try all the desserts. I don't have the appetite of a real city-girl. I don't know how you did it: you practically kept up with that niece of yours, Tillia, and she'd been doing the gala season for years.” “Hmm. Just hand over the prune juice, Cia. Ugh.” The duchess swept her glossy black hair away from her face as she sat up at the edge of her bed and gulped the prune juice from the jug as her friend looked on. Then she filled a glass with oil and swallowed it with a “Yuk!” “Yeah, Alicia, and what did you think of Tilly – she must have 300 pounds of ass, don't you think? I mean, that's not just curvy, right? I never want my ass to get that fat – got any more prune juice?” “Tillia has the ideal figure for an imperial gentlewoman of high station, Stacey. Just in case you've forgotten your lessons...” “Yeah right. So why isn't she married?” “Erm.” “My point exactly. Prune juice?” “Erm, that full jug of the stuff was the only one I thought you'd want.” “Want? You think I'm enjoying this? I'm in agony here from overindulgence!” “Well, I mean, milady-” “Don't call me that, Cia.” The blonde smiled back wryly. “Of course, your Grace. I mean to say that a young noble woman with your titles – but with such a slim figure as you have – really ought to be pigging out at galas on a very regular basis, rather than overdoing the laxative foods for breakfast so she can keep her pert ass – if you'll pardon the expression. After all, those fat ladies and lords in the capital won't even let you take your seat in the Senate until you get over 200 pounds... So don't you think it'd be a good idea to try and make some of this stick to your hips?” Alicia brushed her fingers over the soft black silk cladding Stacey's swollen gut, prompting the Duchess's bowels to gurgle mightily and the Duchess to moan the groan of a woman who feels like she is soon to be relieved from a night of uncomfortable constipation. She slurped the last glassful of castor oil, and lifted a silver lid speculatively from a bowl of figs. The duchess munched a fig and licked her fingers. “For your information, Cia, I eat more than enough for a woman – ahem – 'of my station.' Which, by the way, is far too much for any woman who wants to maintain a nice pert bottom. I swear the Senate can go hang if they think I– ” Stacey gasped as she felt her bowels begin to rumble, and then had to gulp for air after emitting a deafening belch. Alicia asked helpfully, “Do you need help walking to the privy.” “Mmmf. I think I can manage.” Stacey relied, through a mouthful of plum. She stripped and dropped the negligee on the bed first. Lady Alicia Remonte sucked air through her lips lustfully at the sight of Staceline's body. It was the first time Alicia had seen the Duchess really bloated – and that despite their spending a year as room-mates at one of the Empire's finishing schools, dining on seven course dinners most nights as 'preparation for their lives as ladies in high society.' Now, true, Duchess Staceline was still unacceptably thin by imperial standards – but, to be blunt, her astonishing tits offered more than substantial compensation for any disappointment a young gentleman might feel... Now, Alicia herself was a picture of Imperial respectability. As the fourth daughter of a country squire, she was neither expected to weigh well over 200 pounds by the time she inherited, nor was her family affluent enough to display its prosperity by sending her to countless rich dining events. Nonetheless, the blonde stood 5'8'' in stockings and had bulked a healthy 170 pounds at the start of finishing school. Her house mistress had seen no need for such a relatively low-born student to bulk up as if she was pretending to have a real title, and she'd 'graduated' from that year of tedious etiquette training with the same figure she brought with her. But at the same time she had befriended one of the Empire's most eligible young Duchesses, accepted a position as her assistant, and in six months of service to Duchess Staceline at Abimere Hall Alicia had gained more than a stone. This, so Alicia said, had been a hard balance between gaining enough weight to show off the luxurious lifestyle afforded by her mistress, without showing up Staceline's comparatively far-too-slender figure. Stacey, by comparison had arrived at the Harrietshire Ladies School with a sealed letter from her aunt, Countess Paige Heade-Turner. The letter instructed the mistresses to take every imaginable measure, no matter the expense, to bulk up the curves of this girl whose metabolism had defied the best efforts of her guardian, a kitchen full of cooks, and multiple maidservants to sculpt her into the curvaceous beauty that Imperial society expected. This instruction had lead to ten frustrating months for all involved. For the other young noblewomen at school, there was the frustration of seeing a girl who was taller, prettier, and much thinner than themselves being stuffed with trays full of extra puddings after meals that had already left every other participant with a tummy ache and a need for a laxative draught. In short, they were irked that when the calories eventually caught up with Staceline Voluptua-Fuller Demoore's figure, she was going to be both prettier and curvier than them, and she'd be able to eat any two or three of them under the table at any future society dinner without raising a sweat. For Headmistress Birgitta Fullgluup, the frustration was professional, since for her school to turn out a Duchess under 200 pounds would invite sniggers the next time the headmistresses of the Imperial province got together for another sherry-fueled booze up. Worse than that, Stacey had been permitted to travel into town to be indulged in the delights found at the capital province's finest restaurants: and there was a strong suspicion that the girl was sneaking off, and obtaining certain extracurricular lessons by visiting the courtesan's guild – or still worse, the University. For Alicia, the frustration was that Stacey complained to her literally hundreds of times that she felt bloated after her latest seventeen course dinner at the Busted Corset, the Fat Goose, the Lardy Hog, the Chocolatier's River, the Baker's Gross, or some other luxurious establishment, while Alicia herself had not been permitted to attend. (Those were the times Stacey wasn't sneaking back into their room after yet another session with one of the professionals at the courtesan's guild. – Alicia eventually started to suspect her friend might be participating in some sort of unspeakably perverted roleplay sessions in which Stacey was forced to exercise until she sweated (!) and whipped if she relented.) Somehow, Staceline's waistline always snapped back to its original size the next day, no matter how hard she'd been complaining of overindulgence. All-in-all, it had come as something of a surprise to Alicia that her friend had actually gained a few little pounds since returning to Abimere Hall, but mainly in her already-sufficient bust, and the rest of her 5'9'' frame showed little impact. Alicia guessed that the pert Duchess was probably 150 lbs, excluding the effects of last nights gala dinner. A succession of very unladylike sounds from the privy was pretty much the last evidence of Staceline's previous day of overindulgence. Alicia assisted her mistress to bathe, noting sadly that her waistline was essentially back to its girlish 28'', the muscle tone was still disgracefully prominent, and her full breasts still ignored gravity. After dressing in very tight riding gear and giving her crop a few experimental swishes against her bottom, Stacey asked. “So, what's on today?” “Well, I thought you'd never ask. After a late morning ride, and, if you must insist on it, your swim in the artificial lake, I thought you'd like to get down to the most important thing that comes with hosting a gala dinner.” “Oh, what's that?” “Why, RSVP-ing to the invitations to all the other gala dinners this season: we already have dozens! Not to mention a giant stack of letters from eligible young men inviting you on dinner dates in the capital! And scoffing the boxes and boxes of chocolates that came with them. Yesterday was such a success!” * * A few hundred miles away, in her mansion overlooking the Capitoline hill, another Duchess was planning her day with the assistance of a man known to the world at large as her valet. “Urp.” “Shall I call the maid for a third tray of fruit scones, milady?” “Not today, Ruperr,” Replied Duchess Fatoline Foir-Grasse, patting the red silk containing her seventy-seven inch belly. “I have an assignation tonight at the Busted Corset itself, and it would be poor form to spoil my appetite before sampling their incomparable fare. After all, one is not eighteen any more.” That much was obviously true, even if the eighteen in question was eighteen stone rather than a youthful age, but the information-handler knew better than to question whether his employer's figure was a little too similar to a hotter-than-air balloon, even for Imperial tastes. “Speaking of which, what reports do we have from that Demoore do? Remember we were asking if the gel would turn out to be some rural bumpkin who'd get drunk and throw up in her own maze after just a dozen chocolate puddings?” “Indeed we did, maam. In fact the reports are quite different. Her gala was a fair success; even a great success in terms of the number of prospective suitors who based themselves in the nearby village to attend, including one of the princes in disguise, it is suggested by a generally-reliable source.” Duchess Fatoline arched an eyebrow at this, and motioned for her interlocutor to provide more details on this important issue, and he selected a letter from a stack for the Duchess to peruse later. “And there was a good deal of throwing up in the maze, maam, because the desserts were by all accounts enormous – including a selection of no fewer than two dozen half-pound nutty-doughs of several of the latest types. But the Duchess herself seems to have a very robust appetite, in spite of only weighing about 150 to 155 lbs, by the best estimates, because she ate one of everything...” “No matter,” Interrupted Duchess Fatoline. “But only one of each? No seconds?” “Not to speak of, but apparently she started the early evening by dining with her closer relatives, including one Tillia Bott-Turner. Such a meal would be rather bad planning if she was concerned about the sufficiency of her appetite: onion soup with bacon lardons; baked salmon..” “Uck, how common!” “Indeed maam, then roast pheasant; roast goose; shoulder of venison, all the trimmings including stuffing balls a la Taurono. Then apparently miss Bott-Turner was well into her cups and challenged her Grace to see who could consume a whole baked Cannonbert cheese the fastest. Apparently it was the Duchess. Miss Bott-Turner took a turn in the arboretum later in the evening.” “I see. She's the shortish one with the bottom like a merchantman?” “Indeed, maam.” “Well, it seems we shall have new competition for our daughter, Katelette, in the end-of-season balls, assuming Demoore isn't actually a bumpkin, and does actually come to the Capitoline for the younger prince's first season as an eligible young man.” “Perhaps, maam. Shall we review the other competition for the end-of-season?” “Yes, indeed. Pay especial attention as to whether any of the debutantes seem likely to approach Katelette's speciality of consuming two of each of the seventy-eight desserts at a royal dinner...” “As you say, maam.”
  14. Weight gain story part 1 "Oh my God I won!" Stephanie screamed as she began jumping up and down, she had won a "free everything for life" contest, and as a 20 year old college athlete, it meant that she could finally afford all of the clothing brands, healthy food, and various items she wanted. "I'm going to go get this" she said out loud to her empty apartment, she opened the door to her room and walked out, before stopping to admire herself in the mirror, admiring her toned thighs and firm butt, her thin stomach and healthy b cup breasts. After a minute she then walked out of her door , into the elevator right by her room. The entire ride down she dreamed of all of the things she'd be able to do with this reward. After a 2 minute ride on the elevator, she got in her car and drove to the building she could pick the card up. (30 minutes later she arrives at the building) As Steph walks in she is greeted by several large women, congratulating her on the award, but as soon as she signed for the award, she had a different plan in mind than the one she had before. Stephanie immediately drove to the nearest fast food joint. "Hello welcome to McDonald's how may I take your order?" A clerk said through a microphone. "I'd like one of everything" Stephanie responded
  15. The dream It all started when I was fourteen and I made a dream The most striking dream of my life So strong that I somehow knew waking up that it must be real, that it was actually real In that dream, a girl was holding me and I was holding her, all our force clenched in this embrace And it felt like the most perfect and complete embrace that could exist on earth In her arms I felt entirely at peace, entirely accepted for who I truly am, entirely loved My schoolmates sniggering was in an instant blown away by this powerful wind It didn’t matter if people didn’t like me, if they made fun of me because I was different, because I didn’t know how to behave like them, because I didn’t want to conform It didn’t matter if I felt so lonely and misunderstood, if I had no real friend except my family No, nothing mattered before the potency of this dream love In that brief instant I understood there existed a love so deep and powerful it upheaved our existence In that brief instant I knew that I had to find her no matter what And I started looking for my dream girl everywhere I somehow knew I would recognize her Not because I would be physically attracted to her, no it had nothing to do with physical attraction But because my heart would bleed and cry and dance when seeing her, when looking in her eyes I knew it would be of an intensity that surpassed everything I witnessed around me In my teen years, I sometimes was of a deeply melancholic state of mind, without knowing why, without realizing that it was unnatural for a young boy to be so thoughtful, to have such a brooding mood The only thought that brought real sunshine and warmth to my life was that of meeting her Each time I went to the New Year’s mass with my parents, I prayed to find her And for long, long years I didn’t There was no trace of her Anywhere With time, I overcame my natural shyness that when I was a teenager made me stutter with everyone around at school, so afraid was I of my peers’ judgmental eyes I didn’t know how to speak in slang as everybody else, I wasn’t capable of chitchatting Before speaking I had to prepare the sentences I would say in my mind beforehand And each time I cursed my stupidity, how socially unfit I felt I was Later, much later, I became much more at ease with myself when I understood that speaking with others was not an exam I had to pass, but more like a discussion to discover more about them, about their life experiences, about the secret book of their soul I wanted to become a writer and so I knew I needed these interactions, and I started asking many questions, carefully listening to answers And in few years I met many close friends, as many as I didn’t have in my entire life, and with each of them the relationship seemed meaningful to me And yet, despite not being lonely anymore in the physical plane, I continued feeling this loneliness of the heart I never dated with any girl because each time I would get to know someone from close I’d understand it wasn’t the right person for me I would go out of my comfort zone, speaking to strangers out of the blue, in the library, in public transportation, each time I’d notice a beautiful face For I believed that I would recognize her from her face But each time I was disappointed, the whole did not feel right, they didn’t have the sensitivity I was looking for Almost a decade passed until I met her… Find out more writings on my blog https://erikvincentizakhia.wordpress.com/
  16. Hello All, I'm a new member, and I like to write weight gain stories. I posted several installments of my new story, "The Company", on Curvage, but some members told me I posted in the wrong place. So, I'm reposting this in the Stories Forum, and hopefully you will all like it. I have other weight gain ebooks available on Amazon. Just search for Janno Jones. Thank you! Hope you like this. Janno The Company Albert Branson was in love with his new bride Liana. He loved her chestnut brown hair, her milky skin, her full lips, her shy smile. Most of all, however, he loved her trim little figure. She was a very shy, modest girl who never wore anything more revealing than a long skirt and a sweater, and she herself often described herself as "mousy". She was a librarian in their town of Oneida, New York, and she loved books and crossword puzzles and did not like taking risks in any way. She had such a quiet voice that Albert often had to strain to hear her. It was true, there were times when he wished she would be a little more extroverted, but that did not change the fact that he loved her deeply. They had only been married two years when a large food processing conglomerate named ALLGRO bought out Albert's small company, that had been manufacturing pork products for 100 years. The week after the buyout a few top executives from ALLGRO hosted a cocktail reception for the employees and their families, just to get to know everyone, and then a week after that Albert was called into his boss's office and told he was being offered a new position. "They want you to go to their main plant, in Nebraska," his boss said. "They were impressed by you and your wife when they met you last week." "My wife?" Albert said. "Why would they care about her? She's not an employee." "Oh, I don't know," the boss said. "I guess they have a certain image they like to maintain out there. They're the largest employer in the state, and they like their employees and their wives to fit a certain mold." "But Liana is very quiet," Albert said. "She's shy, and she doesn't fit the mold of a corporate wife." The boss smiled. "They must see some potential in her." The transfer involved a considerable pay raise, enough to convince Albert he should at least try out the new job. Even if Liana hated Nebraska, he could get some good job experience and make some extra money to put in his savings account before they moved back. So, they moved to Nebraska. Liana was not thrilled about the move, because she had to give up her librarian job, and of course the move involved uprooting herself from her comfortable small town and going somewhere totally new and strange. But, she decided that if Albert wanted this, she'd at least have to try it out. And at first it seemed like a dream come true. The company set them up in a house that it owned, for one thing, so they had no mortgage or rent to pay. The house was in a neighborhood of similar houses, all owned by the company. They were two-bedroom bungalows, on small, well-kept lots, with white picket fences and flower pots on all the windowsills. They were like perfect little doll houses, with only one thing that didn't seem to fit -- the kitchens all had huge, restaurant-sized refrigerators, triple the size of a normal refrigerator. "Why are the refrigerators so big?" Albert asked his boss the first day on the job. The boss was a pencil-thin man named Mr. Benson, and he smiled, showing a row of perfect white teeth. "The women in our area are proud of their cooking skills," he said. "They love to cook, and they love to eat. The company decided that we'd indulge that little hobby by giving them super size refrigerators." "Well, my wife may not fit in well around here then," Albert said. "She's not big on cooking. She's very health conscious, actually. She counts her calories every day, and she never overeats." "That so?" Mr. Benson said, smiling again. "Well, she might just change her mind once she tastes some of the delicious food our women make out here." Albert didn't think much about that comment for the rest of the day. He was too busy getting a tour of the meat processing plant, settling in to his office, and meeting all his coworkers. It did seem a little strange to him that all the men he met were just as thin as Mr. Benson, and the few women he saw in the office were definitely not thin. In fact, they were all at least 50 pounds overweight. He put the thought out of his mind, though, because there were so many new things to learn about. The meat processing plant was a modern, high-tech affair, with robots arms doing some of the work on a vast conveyor belt that carried cuts of pork along to be processed and packaged. Mr. Benson beamed with pride when he showed it to Albert. "Pretty futuristic, eh?" he said. "This is the future of pork, Albert, and we're on the cutting edge of it here. I'm sure you'll enjoy working here, son. This is a place with a future for you and your pretty wife." Albert thought it was strange that Mr. Benson brought up his wife again, but he shrugged it off. When he got home he was exhausted from his long day, but strangely, he was not very hungry. He'd only had an appetite for salad when he ate lunch at the company cafeteria, but he noticed the female employees had trays that were piled high with all sorts of fattening foods -- hamburgers, pizza, french fries, macaroni and cheese, and two or three desserts. They'd sit down at a long table and commence eating with great gusto, talking and laughing raucously, their large bodies shaking with laughter, their cheeks quivering with glee. He opened the front door of his cute little house and was amazed to see his cute, mousy little wife sitting at the kitchen table wiping crumbs from her lips, with an empty pie plate in front of her. She had a dreamy expression on her face, and when she saw him, she smiled and gave a demure little burp. “Liana,’” Albert said, “did you just finish that whole pie yourself?” “Yes,” she said, “and it was delicious!” “But I didn't know you ate pie,” Albert said. “I thought you hated it, actually. You always say it has too many calories.” “Well normally I do hate it,” she said, “but Stacy Flowers, who's our next door neighbor, came over this afternoon and brought the pie to welcome me to the neighborhood. She told me that she baked it specially for me, and I didn’t know what to say. “You know how I have a hard time saying no to people,” she continued. “This Stacy was very aggressive and just barged in here and sat down and told me she was going to be my new best friend. She was very rude. She told me I'm too skinny and I won't fit in around here if I don't gain some weight.” “Really?” Albert said. “That's very rude. I thought people in the Midwest were much nicer than that.” “Me too,” said Liana. “I couldn't believe the way she talked to me, but I just didn't know what to do. She looked in our refrigerator and of course it just had some of my carrots and cucumbers and raw vegetables, and do you know what she said? ‘We’ll have to change all this, girlfriend!’ Can you imagine? And to top it all off she was dressed in the most revealing manner. I mean, she had on skintight yoga pants that were a shade of pink that almost blinded me and they showed every ounce of her fat rear end. And it was enormous! Women back home wouldn't dress like that -- they'd be too embarrassed to wear yoga pants that tight if they had a rear end like hers. She also had on a top that was really low cut, and she was just bursting out of it. Can you picture that?” Actually, Albert could picture it. He had an image of a voluptuous body with enormous breasts spilling out of a top. He could picture it very, very well. But he knew that it was against Liana's nature to dress so provocatively. “I'm sorry you had to see that,” he said. “I'm sure you wanted her to leave as soon as possible.” “Well I did,” Liana said, “but I don't know, the longer she stayed here the more I got to kind of tolerate her, if not like her. She's very loud and she had tons of makeup on and of course she's not my type of woman, but somehow she had this sort of hypnotic voice. And she wore this pendant that came down in the middle of her cleavage that was a very soothing blue color and the more I stared at it the more I found myself listening to her. It was very calming, and I felt safe and secure. And somehow, through this mental fog that enveloped me I could tell that she was taking the pie out of the box and cutting pieces of it. She cut a piece and gave it to me. I took a bite of it and it actually was very good. Very, very good! It was so soothing and tasted delicious and it made my belly feel all warm and comfortable. So I just sat there at the kitchen table listening to her talk and looking at that pendant, and the next thing I know I had eaten the whole pie.” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I'm sure you must feel terrible.” “No, actually I feel wonderful!” she said. “I haven’t felt this good in years. My stomach is full and I am happy. I was just sitting here thinking, why shouldn't women eat whatever they want? There's no reason why we should act like these little mousy things who are always worried about diets and exercise and trying to keep our bodies skinny. Don't you think?” Albert was astonished. Liana had never had such outspoken opinions before, and besides, the one thing she was always very strict about was her diet. She did not believe in overeating, ever, and to see her now, with bits of cherry pie crumbs still on her mouth, was a shock. “I guess so, honey,” was all Albert could manage to say. “So, I guess you’re not hungry after eating that whole pie, but could you make us a salad for dinner?” Liana snorted. “Salad? I don’t think so. That’s another one of those foods that women eat all the time, starving themselves to reach some unattainable body shape. No, I’m not interested in salad. In fact, you can make dinner yourself, honey. Stacy invited me to a girls night out tonight, so I can meet the neighbors. She’s coming by at 6:00, and we’re going out for dinner.” “Dinner?” Albert said. “But that’s only 30 minutes from now. I didn’t think you’d be hungry for dinner already.” “Oh, baby, I’m working up an appetite already,” Liana said, winking at him. She pushed the chair back from the table, rubbed her stomach and leered at him. Yes, Albert thought, when he reflected about it later -- the proper word for the look on her face was “leer”. She looked like she was ready to have him for supper. She gave him a little hip bump when she passed him, winked again, and then went upstairs to get ready. When she came downstairs at five minutes of six, Albert was amazed to see that she had makeup on. Liana had never been much for makeup before, preferring the plain look, but now she had some red in her lips and her eyes were outlined in black. It was all very tasteful, but on a woman who’d never worn any kind of makeup, it instantly made her look more sexy. She was still wearing one of her calf-length mousy dresses, but she’d put a pink ribbon in her hair and was walking with a definite sway to her hips. At 6:00 the doorbell rang, and Albert answered it, to see a plump twenty-five year old in a skintight hot pink sheath dress that showed every roll of fat in her abundant body. She had huge breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress, a prodigious belly that protruded in front, and a huge ass that jiggled with every step she took on her impossibly high heels. She had thick makeup, obscene red lips, and eyes that must have had three layers of false eyelashes. Her hair was thick and lustrous, and swept to the side over one eye. She came in and immediately grasped Albert in a vise grip of a hug, and he could feel her soft, warm, quivering flesh next to his. After what seemed like ages she released him, ran her eyes up and down him, and then reached around and slapped him on the butt. “Hiya, Al,” she said. “I’m Stacy, your neighbor. Looks like our little Liana has a sexy husband! No wonder she didn’t want to go out tonight -- I bet she wants to stay home and screw that cute body of yours!” Albert struggled to regain his composure. “Uh, nice to meet you,” he said. “I understand you’re going out with Liana. It’s nice that you’re introducing her to everyone. She’s a little shy, and--” “Oh, don’t you worry about her,” Stacy said. “We’ll bring her out of her shell. It’s probably because she’s skinny that she’s so damn shy. Girl just needs a little more weight on her, and some fashion and beauty tips, and she’ll be fine. Just leave it to us, fella!” “Okay, Albert, I’m going,” Liana said, and she leaned over to give him a kiss. Instead of her usual peck on the cheek, however, she kissed him full on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and making him gasp with surprise. She broke away from him, giggling like a schoolgirl, and then she and Stacy left. As Albert watched Stacy wiggle those massive hips down the driveway and hoist herself into her low-slung late model sports car, and Liana give him a quick wave goodbye, he had the distinct feeling that he was watching his wife go off to her doom. Albert was consumed with worry for the rest of the evening. He tried to distract himself by watching TV, but nothing seemed to pique his interest. The local stations all had cooking shows on and they were presided over by huge women with double chins and massive arms, wearing low cut dresses that showed their enormous breasts. They looked big even by the standards of cooking shows, and it was no wonder, with the fattening recipes they were making. Mashed potatoes, mounds of spaghetti, enormous layer cakes, meatloaf -- it was definitely not low calorie food. They were sampling what they made, putting spoonfuls of food in each other’s mouths, and they had a look of sheer orgasmic pleasure as they chewed and swallowed. These women enjoyed food like no one Albert had ever seen before. The really strange thing was that the sight of food suddenly did not seem to interest Albert. It was like looking at a travel show about some place you had no intention of ever visiting. He had no feeling, no appetite, for food. He didn’t remember eating lunch, so he should have been hungry, but nothing interested him. He didn't know how long he sat there watching TV, but apparently he must have dozed off, because he was suddenly awakened by raucous laughter coming from outside his front door. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked at his watch and saw that it was one in the morning. Apparently there were a group of women standing outside his door laughing uproariously. Then he heard a pounding at the door and it sounded like Liana was yelling something. It was definitely her voice but the words she was using Albert had never heard come out of her mouth. “Let me in, dammit!” she was shouting. “Stop playing with yourself in there, Albert, and let a girl in!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, but she was laughing at the same time and she had to keep pausing to catch her breath. Albert ran to the door and unlocked it and was greeted by the sight of half a dozen enormously fat women in stretch pants and high heels, wearing way too much makeup. They were doubled over with laughter, their bodies jiggling like bowls of Jell-O. They all seemed like they had drunk too much, but Liana was in the worst shape of all of them. She was laughing and groaning at the same time, holding onto her swollen stomach and swaying back and forth. She had definitely had too much to drink, but it looked like she had also eaten the same amount of food in one night that she would have previously consumed in a whole month. “Shit, I can't believe how full I am,” she yelled. “Let me the hell in and help me get to the couch. I need to lay down. I can't walk another step!” This provoked gales of laughter from her companions. “Come on, cutie boy,” Stacy said to Albert. “You heard her -- help her to the couch!” Liana leaned against Albert, and her body weight actually knocked him back a step. Somehow, she seemed heavier. “What happened?” Albert said. “Oh she'll be alright,” Stacy said as Albert guided Liana toward the couch. “Girlfriend just doesn't know how to put away a good meal. We’ll help her with that, don’t you worry. Why, before long she'll be able to fit lots more in that belly of hers! Well, gotta go, cutie. The girls and I are going out for a midnight snack!” This also provoked gales of laughter from the women, and they laughed as they waddled out the door and down the driveway to their cars. Albert helped Liana to the couch, where she flopped down like a beached whale. She groaned and said, “Help me take this skirt off, it's killing me. Albert helped her take the skirt off and when he got it off he could see that her belly, which had once been so flat, now had a curve to it, and was poking out over the top of her panties. “What happened?” Albert said. “Can I do anything for you? You look like you're in pain.” “I'm not in pain at all,” Liana said. “Stacy and the girls took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet and I'm just stuffed to the gills. God, that food was so great! I couldn't stop shoveling it in my mouth, and they were helping me. They kept telling me how sexy it feels to stuff your belly all the way. And you know what? They were right! By the end of the night my panties were soaked!” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I forbid you to go out with them again!” “You're not forbidding me to do anything, cutie boy,” Liana said. “I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want. And I like them. I've never had girlfriends before, and they’re a lot of fun. Now come over here and let's have sex. Stacy told me that a full belly would make me horny and she was right!” She reached out her arms to him, and Albert had to admit that there was something about her swollen belly that turned him on. He felt the beginnings of an erection, but he wondered if he should do this. The sight of her was just too much for him, though, and he went down on the couch and joined her for an hour’s worth of moaning, passionate sex. At the end, he was drained and happy, although there was a nagging little thought in his mind that something was not right. In the morning when Albert got up to go to work he found that Liana was not next to him in bed. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen with the super size refrigerator door open and her head sticking inside it. She was dressed in only a bra and panties, and she was rubbing her stomach. She pulled her head out of the refrigerator with a look of disgust on her face. “There's nothing good to eat in there,” she said. “I need to make a shopping trip to get some real food. I'm starving.” “Why don't you just go to that organic supermarket in the shopping center?” Albert said. “I'm sure they have the food that you like to eat.” “The hell with that,” Liana said. “I'm not interested in that rabbit food anymore. Carrots and celery, ugh!” She went over to the couch and rummaged around in her purse, then smiled when she pulled out a candy bar. She grinned broadly and said, “Now that's the kind of food I'm interested in!” She unwrapped the candy bar and stuffed the whole thing in her mouth greedily and finished it in two seconds. Albert had a meeting at work first thing in the morning, so he didn't have time to discuss her new food preferences, but on the way to work he turned it over in his mind. What was happening? This was so unlike Liana. He figured that plump neighbor Stacy was the villain. She obviously had something to do with this change in Liana, but he couldn't figure out what she had done. He quickly forgot about his concerns however as soon as he got into work because he had so much to do. When he went to the meeting, though, all his worries came back. TO BE CONTINUED
  17. (Hey guys, this is a story, or maybe a series of segments about my wrestling original character, the spoilt and entitled fat fashionista Nicola Bashkar, who's picbase is the highly underrated NXT UK star and PROGRESS star Jinny. Now, Jinny's brilliant, but the girl is just skin and bones, Nicola is my version of Jinny but if she was as fat as she was arrogant. These gifs are what Nicola looks like, only she's much fatter and doughier. Hope you guys like this, I might do several updates to this if you guys like it.) "I am proud of my body, I'm proud of my cellulite, I'm proud of my second chin, my belly rolls and the fact my gut is so big it's got it's own gravity field. I'm proud of my tree trunk thighs, my big booty...but if you're my size...if you think that I'm here to represent you? Then don't, hit the gym, get surgery done, because you're not Nicola Bashkar, nobody else makes big as beautiful as me." A posh and upper class English accent was heard saying that as the camera cut to an overweight, some would say obese, young woman waddling down a London high street, her skin tone gave the impression she had middle eastern heritage, she wore a black t-shirt with 'Fat Motherfucker' on the front in white as her wobbling gut was jutting out so much that her black t-shirt resembled more of a sports bra type top. "I mean, I am proud of my body, because it shows that big can be beautiful, but only if you're me. You see? I wear these t-shirts, these are, lets be honest, for the poor people, the people who glare at me and wish they were me." Nicola spoke the camera while waddling, like it was a documentary series, sunglasses covering her eyes "They would wear trashy shirts like this, but I wear them to show everyone that I make anything, no matter how atrocious, look good on me. Fat looks beautiful on me, I drive a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, obviously enlarged since I wouldn't fit in a normal sized one." Nicola added with a chuckle as her second chin shook a bit from her laugh, she wore some black tights that did hardly anything to cover up her cellulite covered tree trunk thighs, but despite her arrogance, the Hammersmith heavyweight was right. She DID look amazing in her attire, even if she wouldn't be seen dead wearing it normally. "The thing that people don't want to admit is that, well, that they can't pull off fat as well as me, I not only make it look good, but I am an attention grabber, people pay attention to me and it's all thanks to my beautiful, perfect body" Bashkar started to feel her own doughy, lardy body as she let out an unabashed moan despite being in the middle of the crowded high street. As she was waddling, cameraman in tow, the obese young woman stopped, placing her sunglasses on the top of her head before bluntly remarking. "Go in there and get me 5 footlongs, worm!" as the camera panned to reveal it was a Subway as, from behind the camera, the nasly sounding young man retorted with "Why don't you go and get it?" "I'm sorry!? What gives you the right to talk back to me?! You're lucky to be breathing my bloody air!!" Nicola snapped, her arrogant and condesceneding tone changing, in a flash, to murderous rage as she almost lunged her blubbery arms at the cameraman before static enveloped the screen. The camera cut back with Nicola's fat, wide frame sitting on a bench, it actually audibly groaning under her over 300lbs girth as she had polished off the footlongs, judging by her wheezing breathing and the fact her mouth was covered in crumbs and the odd bit of salad from one of her many footlongs. "OK, do you really think I could've been seen in that place? I hang out with people who can go to the best, fanciest eatery in London and rent it out, that's how rich they are, they don't eat at Subway!" "Well, why do you?" the cameraman asked from behind the camera, now understandably unnerved about the 'Fatonista'. "Because I have to keep up this figure...plus I do whatever the hell I want!" Nicola struggled to heave herself up, but her girth was getting the better of her as she strained and winced before the over 300lbs behemoth beauty finally got herself up to her feet as she wheezed and gasped for air. She was doubled over and wincing and coughing before looking up with an almost murderous look at the camera. "Turn that bloody thing off or I'll shove it up your-" The little promo video then finished, but the words 'More from Nicola Bashkar...Coming Soon'. (OK, so I did this in the style of a wrestling vignette, that would herald the arrive of soon to be debuting superstars to build up hype for when the superstar actually debuts in front of the crowds. I think I'll do more Nicola stuff. Can't wait to hear your thoughts. Hope my writing improves as I go along too. )
  18. ''Was me gear always this snug?' 'That doorframe wasn't that small before' 'It's only been 5 minutes...why am I out of breath??' These were thoughts that had often ran through Tessa Blanchard's head, the daughter of Four Horsemen member and old school wrestling veteran Tully Blanchard, as she had defended her Knockouts Championship in a match against someone called Ray Lynn, who Tessa demolished, but there was something different about this match. Tessa had been out of breath, she'd been sweating and she'd been noticeably slower than she used to be, Tessa herself had no idea why, but, to anyone who saw the young woman, it was obvious that she'd really let herself go since arriving in Impact Wrestling. The fact that Tessa could just go to the same places all the time and eat was great for her, her weight had ballooned to the point where Tessa tipped the scales at 240lbs. Her sometimes mocked diamond like chin had now got a second chin added to it, giving her pretty face a rounded look to it, her cheeks were plumper and Tessa's jowls jiggled with every bit of arrogant trash-talk. Her voice had also gotten deeper and heavier thanks to her increasing girth and she found herself wheezing even just cutting a promo. As Tessa headed back up the ramp and raised her Knockouts Championship up in the air, her doughy body was now on display, her formerly rock hard abs had now, thanks to a combination of gluttony, laziness and arrogance of her superiority had changed those abs into an overhanging spare tire, almost a beer belly of sorts that hung over the waistband of Tessa's shorts and jiggled with every movement the overweight young woman made. Her side rolls oozed over the side of her like bronze, doughy lava as the side and back rolls were all over Tessa's out of shape body, her arms had even beefed up, getting to the point where Tessa struggled to ring up her favourite takeout places. It was also effecting her ring work, Tessa's clothesline and former power moves that she pulled off with ease now seemed like she would drop someone on their head if she tried to Gorilla Press slam them. Tessa headed to the back, panting and wheezing as she staggered backstage like she just wrestled a hour long iron man match, not a 5 minute squash match. Tessa hiked up her white shorts out of her fat, jiggling ass cheeks to try and stop the wedgie that she had as her shorts hiked up her fat, wobbling ass that were like two bronze moons of fat squashed together. Tessa just smirked arrogantly, as if she didn't realise her out of control weight gain, she sauntered past everyone, looking down her nose at them as her body shook and wobbled like jelly in an earthquake with every heavy step. Tessa marched straight to the buffet, that match had really caused the 'Undeniable' Tessa Blanchard to work up an appetite as she saw that it was piled high with food that was meant to go to all the wrestlers. But Tessa only thought about herself and she wasn't intending to share. After getting her breath back, Tessa said with a tone of indignation that the food was for anyone else but her. "Excuse me?? Do you know who the hell I am?! I'm the Undeniable Tessa Blanchard..." Tessa then shoved her title belt right in the face of the catering woman that she was bullying "I'm also the Knockouts Champion! So get out of the champs way!" Tessa scowled, sounding like a high school bully as she barged past the catering staff and started to greedily tuck in. Chicken was torn off the bone and picked clean, Burgers were shoved into Tessa's mouth in almost one go as she had to stop to avoid choking, when she calmed herself down, a sweaty, coughing Tessa continued her eating rampage, the sounds of her panting, grunting and belching were sounds that was becoming commonplace for the other workers of Impact Wrestling as Tessa finally couldn't eat anymore. "Ahhh...BUUUUUURRRRRP...that really hit the spot" a bloated, grease and food stained Tessa blasted out a loud belch as she announced that she was finished, which was good, because there wasn't a single scrap left for anyone else. Tessa was getting closer and closer to 250lbs and, what was truly astonishing, was that she seemingly had no idea of her own immense weight gain, she was just too self obsessed and focused on her life of luxury as Knockouts Champion. Tessa Blanchard wasn't only the Knockouts Champion. She was the Champion Of Consuming and her gluttony and greed was 'Undeniable'. (Authors Note: I haven't written weight gain stuff in years, but I am a huge fan of seeing female wrestlers getting fattened up. Hope you guys like this fic because I think Tessa would make such a sexy fat ass. If you're interested in female wrestlers getting fat like I am and want to talk about it or even maybe write about it, then hit me up with a PM. Also, I would appreciate feedback, I know that I've got lots of room for improvement. I would just like to hear your thoughts.)
  19. In my last post I gave a broad summary of my weight gain. In this part I will delve deeper into it. Trying to get a job. I found it hard to find work after college. I have a degree in spa management, but like most careers, I couldn't just start in management. The only available job in my area for someone with no experience, is a beautician. I prepared my C.V., sent them out to prospective employers, and waited. Eventually a few called back, each sounded impressed with my C.V., and I attended the interviews. I never heard anything back. One night after smoking a slightly too strong joint, I lay in bed contemplating my life. Why aren't they calling me back?.... It was because I was fat. No one wants a fat beautician. The sudden realisation of why made me feel sick. I was around 200Ibs at the time. I was also still strongly in denial about my weight. They didn't see me for me, they saw a fat girl. I became really depressed. I kept eating all the time, small snacks here and there. It all went straight to my belly. Up until about 200Ibs, my fat distributed itself around me fairly evenly. Not too much in any one place. But then my belly took centre stage. It seemed to grow everyday. You may be thinking, "how could she just watch herself get fat, and not do anything about it?" I was depressed and in denial. I kept saying that I would go back to the gym next week, or start a diet, and give up after a day or two, because I would always find a justifiable reason to give up, usually emotional. My mother and older sister have always been really fat. Fat genetics must run in the family. The second I moved back from college to the rural community I live in, I started gaining weight. The nearest gym is twenty miles away. I don't drive either. All of this accumulated, no job, no car, no gym, nothing to do everyday. I gained another ten pounds in what seemed like a week. It seemed to have gone straight to my lower belly, the part below the belly button. It was the final piece in the fat bitch puzzle. My sister and to a far greater extent my mother, had always had big lower bellys, jutting out, defineing itself as a seperate part. I always mocked my sister for having it. I called it her 'fat bag'. Skinny peoples bellys don't look like two parts, fat peoples do. This leaves you with two options, either let your belly hang down below the waist of your pants, or pull your pants up as far as your belly button. I pulled my black tights up to my belly button. Fully feeling the symbology behind it. I looked into the mirror and there it was, my own personal 'fat bag'.........
  20. I've was looking for a job for quite some time now. To my wonderous amount of luck I have had in the past in finding a job,(sarcasm by the way) I was unemployed for about four months now. Around this time last year however; when I still had my old job, I went to Disneyland with a few of my friends. I was simply amazed at every detail of the park from the rides of Tomorrowland, to the shops of mainstreet. Most of all, which stood out to me the most was the people who worked there. The workers or, staff members, stood out to the most because most of them were overweight. I would say that I have been attracted to people with some "heft" to them for most if not all my life. Anyhow, once my Disney trip was over I decided to do some research on how I could get a job there. One thing led to another and, my auntie who had worked at Disneyland for a few years put in a good word for me. I would say about two and a half months after I had lost my previous job I got an email from Disney Parks. They were interested in setting up an interview the following week,(Friday) which of course I accepted. Following the typical application process, and after-interview process as well I was notified the week after the interview that I had gotten the job! That same weekend on Saturday I started my first day. Since I had applied for food services they offered me a job at a bakery on mainstreet. I was there at around six in the morning, since I live close by, and rode the employee tram with other people who now I have befriended.(more on that later) By seven in the morning I was in the park, in there I met my supervisor Ariel.(Yes like the princess, how ironic huh?) Ariel is around my age early twenties, she was average height I would say, about 5'4. She had, and still has, black hair and hazel eyes. However being the FA that I am, or pervert or weirdo as some might think, I noticed that she was quite plump. Not fat, nor chubby but plump. Am I making any sense? Anyway getting back to her, she had legs that were quite round. I noticed due to the fact that she was wearing leggings her legs were revealed to an extent. I couldn't really check the rest of her frame out because one, she was showing me around and telling me about everything about the park and two, because she was wearing a large coat that went down to her knees. I should've mentioned earlier that it was cold at the park huh? Once we finally got into our stationary bakery that's where I saw her full figure. Ariel was actually more plump than I had expected. I would say she was boarder line fat. I guess it's true what they say about the eye, and that is that it can deceive ya! We made our into the the kitchen and into the the back as Ariel was still showing me around. At the point I started to meet some of my coworkers.(and future fat buddies) The first was Jason he was a bit taller than me, and still is by the way. I would say about 5'7 maybe 5'8. Now in terms of appearance he has light brown hair. Brown-black eyes, and a little bit chubby, or at least what someone would call a "Dad Body." The park finally opened at eight as it always does, and boy was it packed! Surprisingly, however our bakery wasn't full for the first part of the morning. I was busy though learning the how the register managed, and a little bit on how to make pastries.(mainly cookies) One thing I did notice however was that almost everyone around me was constantly nibbling on something especially in the kitchen. Be it cookies or brownies, or any sort pastry we darn sold. Even Ariel and Jason would take a bite or two from something around the bakery. As the day progressed the constant nibbling continued from everyone. At around nine thirty in the morning Ariel told me I could take a break. Once in the break room Ariel came in and said, "Alex I just wanted to tell you that you can get anything you want from the kitchen. Especially since you've been working hard all morning, I'd say you deserve it." As she finished saying that she winked with a smile at me."Oh ok thanks I'll get something in a bit.", I responded back with a smile. Ariel was about to leave when she turned back and said, "Oh also before I forgot! I'm going to be heading over to Toontown in about half an hour, and I just wanted to tell you that my second head in charge will be coming in as well and she'll be filling in for me. Her name's Samatha, but we just call her Sam around here. She'll probably tell you to call her Sam anyway when you meet her. Anywho, just wanted to give you a heads up on what's going on. I might end up seeing you until tomorrow, I don't know yet if I'll come back here today. But either way, I'll see you around!" With that she left the room, and later I finally met Samantha(my future mutual gaining girlfriend, but more on that later)
  21. Icy Garcia by T.F. Wright. This is an excerpt of my new ebook, Transformation TV. Also, check out the NSFW image sequence for this story with caption here. I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think!Icy GarciaThis advertorial highlights one of the world’s most popular ice creams, which is adding a secret ingredient – with some weighty consequences! “Hector, you’re the patriarch of this family,” said Tandy, the blonde-haired, pint sized reporter for Transformation TV. “You’ve built something amazing with your Icy Garcia company. What’s the secret to your success?” “Determination,” he said quickly, stroking his bearded chin. “When I was little, I had nothing. My family, we had nothing. We lived on a shack near the school. But every time I was made fun of, it only strengthened my stubborn resolve, that I’d make something of myself, create a different life for my family.” “And now?” “Now we are quite wealthy, and my daughter Josefina can spend her days carefree. She loves to play volleyball on the beach, and she’s always very popular because she’s so beautiful and because they respect my last name.” “But that respect has taken a hit recently, correct? You lost a lawsuit this year...” “They’re cheats and scum! They said I lied about the fat content in my ice cream. That it makes people get fat. But I’ll show them! I’ll show them all!” “How do you plan to do that?” “I synthesized a special drug that causes weight gain, put in a batch. It’s already on the shelves,” he said, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “Aren’t you worried about more lawsuits, now that you’ve admitted you’ve sabotaged your own product? You don’t think there could be any unintended consequences at all?” ““They said my ice cream is fattening – I’ll show them fattening!” said Hector. “As for consequences, I have faith that everything will work out for the best.” “And nobody knows about this?” “You’re the first…” ~ Josefina leapt towards the sky, her long hair fluttering in the breeze and her hand nearly scraping the clouds as her arm swung wide. She spiked the volleyball into the sand, her tight, lean, regal frame strong and still as she landed. “Nice one!” said her partner, Pedro. “I agree,” said Jime, the man who hadn’t returned her serve. “You should have dove for it,” said Deulla, Jime’s girlfriend. “You always let her win,” she added snidely. Deulla was nearly as thin and gorgeous as Josefina, but Josefina always got all the male attention. “All that running around has made me really work up a sweat,” said Josefina. “I think I need to cool off the pool,” she said, referring to the majestic, waterfall-themed artificial grotto on her father’s estate. “Why don’t you swing by in a half hour, after, you know, I put my clothes back on?” The words hung in the air for a moment as all three of them contemplated Josefina’s body in the buff - Jime and Pedro with abject lust, Deulla with more than a little jealousy. ~ Josefina arched her back against the cobblestone archway as she basked in the cool flow of the mist near the waterfall. A tiny, polka-dot bikini was all that clung to her body. Slender and toned, but with large breasts and a shapely rear, Josefina was immensely proud of her gorgeous figure and the attention she was able to command with it. Josefina was used to getting anything that she wanted, and what she knew would make this perfect was an ice cream cone. A little bite, then a quick skinny dip in the pool - that was would be just fine. Thanks to her father’s company, she’d been blessed by a limitless supply of ice cream for as long as she could remember. And thanks to her speedy metabolism and her habit of constantly playing and exercising at the beach, she’d been even more blessed to never gain a pound from it. Josefina walked over to the built in freezer and pulled out a cone in the shape beer glass, filled it with an extra-creamy varietal called Quadruple Vanilla, then topped it with a generous amount of chocolate syrup. Then, she leaned back up against the archway. Ah, yes, she thought - perfect. Everything was exactly as it should be. When Josefina’s tongue took that first, eager lap against the ice cream, though, she was surprised. This ice cream wasn’t the delicious flavor she was used to. It was...it was…so, so much better. Josefina would have been certain that any substantive improvement on her family’s brand was impossible - how could one tamper with perfection? But this new flavor wasn’t just a feast for the senses. It made her lips and tongue tingle with delight as she swirled the globe of frozen cream around in her mouth. When she swallowed it down, a pleasant, warm glow made its way down her throat, before settling in her gut and then radiating out towards the rest of her body. She’d never felt so euphoric, so happy, so alive, in her entire life. She quickly grabbed a spoon and started scooping up large bites of the ice cream, tearing into it in earnest. As Josefina continued to eat, her body started to expand. First, her cheeks swelled outwards, giving her formerly angular face a more pleasant, welcoming, warm look. Her pointed chin vanished under huskier looking double chin. Josefina’s breasts began to grow larger, and as they swelled, they pushed against the little triangles of her bikini, straining the fabric and causing it to dig tightly against her flesh. But Josefina didn’t notice. She was so rapturously consumed with eating the ice cream that nothing else existed. As she finished, the pleasures made her weak in the knees, and she crumbled downwards. It was a hot day, and much of the ice cream had melted and lay in a pool at the bottom of the cone before she could scoop it up. Not patient enough to gain tiny spoonfuls of the melted stuff manually, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and tilted the cone over her mouth. The melted goo spilled into her gaping maw, as well as running down her chin and then dripping down towards the rest of her body. As Josefina swallowed the first gulp, her breasts finally pushed themselves free of her poor, overstrained bikini top. The little triangles of fabric were pressed to the sides of her growing frame, allowing her engorged mammaries to sit free and unencumbered on her chest. The cool, refreshing wave of melted ice cream rolled down onto them, causing her larger nipples to stiffen up and grow bigger still. Next, the ice cream made its way down Josefina’s tummy, which was no longer flat and waspish but was growing wide and started to shape itself into a little pot belly. And as the melted cream made its way further south, Josefina couldn’t deny that she felt incredibly aroused. Josefina used her free hand to untie her bikini bottom, which was already starting to feel tight and constricting due her widening hips. As she ran her fingers downwards, she could feel the unfamiliar swell of her gut against her hand, but she was too turned on to care. As the ice cream poured down her sex, she began to vigorously rub herself. Meanwhile, as she lapped up the last of the melted cream, Josefina’s splayed thighs grew wider and meatier, forming a large crease where they met against her hips and causing the toned definition she’d built up to vanish completely. The softer flesh now trembled at the slightest touch, and indeed as Josefina enthusiastically touched herself the flab that encased her thighs began to jiggle like mad. Josefina’s little pot belly began to swell, and then fold over her hand and wrist, though she certainly wasn’t trying to move her hand away. A second upper belly formed and then folded over the first, giving her two distinctive rolls which wrapped all the way around her waist and connected to the plumpness of her hips and back. As Josefina buried her rounder face in the cone, her long tongue skating inside to lap up the last bits of cream, her breasts continued their expansion. Her breasts growing outwards until they consumed nearly half of her torso, the firm, beautiful torpedoes still sitting proudly on top of the little shelf of her upper belly. They were large and heavy enough that they pressed against the sides of her frame and created yet another little roll that seemed to tuck under her arms - which, meanwhile, had swelled into decidedly husky proportions. Josefina groaned as she climaxed, her body shaking and quivering and little droplets of melted ice cream flying everywhere. The manic high her body was experiencing finally peaked and then quickly ebbed away. As she began to catch her breath, Josefina glanced down at herself - and screamed. She’d turned into a fat, disgusting whale! What the hell had happened!? She’d felt some unusual textures and sensations from her body while she was gorging, no doubt about that, but how could one ice cream cone possibly do this much damage? That’s when Josefina remembered she’d invited her friends over - what in the hell would they think? Josefina knew she had to text them to cancel. Her phone was on the other side of the long pool, so she slowly waded into the water to get it. “Josefina?” Deulla called out. “There’s somebody in your pool!” “Wait - oh, my God, I think that’s her!” said Pedro, as Josefina tried her best to cover herself up with her arms. Due to her increased girth, this was proving more of a challenge than she anticipated. “It is!” agreed Jime. Deulla silently smirked. If the huge, rotund woman wading through the water was indeed Josefina - and she couldn’t deny the uncanny resemblance - then all her prayers had been answered. Her biggest - no pun intended - rival had been toppled. “Wow, Josefina...you’re...you’re…” Pedro sputtered. “Just say it, get it out of your system,” Josefina begged him, closing her eyes and preparing for the name calling and the laughter that she knew would be coming next. “You’re sexier than ever!” shouted Jime. “That’s just what I was going to say!” said Pedro. “I can’t believe it! Whatever you’re doing, it is working great!” “What!?” Josefina and Deulla said at the same time, in opposite tones of voice. “I’m sexy?” Josefina asked, monetarily stunned. “Well, yes, of course I’m sexy!” she quickly recovered. The only thing more massive than Josefina’s body was her giant ego, and now that the men in her life loved her, her earlier insecurities melted away like cheap ice cream in the sun. Both Pedro and Jime jumped into the pool with their clothes on, eager to get a closer look at the plump vixen. “Have you two lost your minds?” Deulla asked. “She’s a cow!” “Look at those breasts!” said Pedro. “May I?” he asked, and Josefina nodded as he gently stroked the sides of them. “I love that big tummy,” said Jime, as he poked at her sunken belly button. “You’ve always loved sports, Josefina - what will you do now?” Pedro asked. “How about...wrestling!” she said, charging forwards and causing water to splash in her wake. She used the momentum generated by her massive mass to push him backwards. Pedro tried to fight back, but Josefina wrapped her arms around his back and leaned forwards, taking total control. Both had huge grins on their faces as they sank under the water. “Jime, come on,” Deulla said, as she pulled him back. “What is this, just because she’s rich, you’re willing to say or do anything to get with her?” she whispered. “She’d be just as sexy even if she didn’t have a peso to her name,” Jime replied. “And, for the record, you could stand to gain a few pounds yourself.” Josefina and Jime surfaced in time to hear this, her wide grin reached impossibly large proportions. She knew she could lend Deulla a hand by telling her about the ice cream, but she wouldn’t mention that to her for the world. Right now, all eyes were glued to Josefina, just as they should be, she thought.Thank you for watching this paid Advertorial. Your experience using Icy Garcia products may differ. ~~~Transformation TV has dozens of transformation stories of all kinds. Get it on Amazon today! You can also read more of my work on my web site.
  22. THE BBW BASH Chapter 1 It was a normal Saturday at UCSB, quiet and empty. Amber was with her two girlfriends, Sarah and Amira. Amber had been friends with them since the beginning of freshman year. That was almost three years ago. Now they were going into their senior year! Amber had known one thing, that Sarah and Amira had her back. The trio was sat at a table by the Ucen. They had all just gotten Jamba Juice and were enjoying their day off. It was the beginning of summer and classes wouldn't begin for another week. “Hey guys! there’s this event going on in downtown. I think we should all go.” Amber told her two girlfriends with excitement. “What kind of event?” Amira asked. “More importantly, how much does it cost?” Sarah added. “It’s a BBW event. And I think I saw that it costs around $25 per person per night.” “What’s a BBW? And why are they having a bash? Sorry I’m kinda dumb when it comes to acronyms.” Amira said with a look of confusion on her face. “BBW stands for ‘big beautiful woman’ Amira. It’s a body-positive event where big girls and even big guys can let loose and have fun.” “Um, Amber, why would we go? Amira and I are not what you’d consider ‘big beautiful women’…” “Well I am. And I think you’d enjoy it anyway. It gives you perspective on how others live and navigate life.” Amber said looking at Sarah. “I guess we can go Amber. But it might be awkward for Sarah and since we’re not exactly ‘BBWs’ y’know?” “I think I might have a solution to that problem.” Amber said with a grin on her face. “A solution to what? What are you going to do, make us fat?” Amira said with the most confused look on her face. “Maybe. Remember Zach, the guy who played Rugby? Turns out he was a secret FA and feeder.” “Amber, you’re using a lot of weird terminology today. Like what do you mean by ‘FA’ and ‘feeder’?” Sarah asked. “‘FA’ stands for ‘fat admirer’ and a ‘feeder’ is someone who tries to fatten someone else up, as opposed to feedee who gets fattened up by either themselves or a feeder. These words are used all the time in fat fetish communities.” “Okay…So what about Zach being an FA and a feeder is going to help us?” asked Amira. “He left me a few special dresses that have magical properties. Like when…” Amber was cut off by Amira. “Wait, wait, special dress? Magical properties? Now I know you’re fucking with us Amber. There’s no such thing as magic. You know that. I know that. The whole fucking world knows that!” “Okay Amira, since you’re so skeptical, why don’t you try one of them on. See it for yourself. If it doesn't work then that means that you were right. But if it does work then you’ll get to be a big girl for the BBW event.” “You’re joking, right? Sarah back me up on this. She can’t be serious!” “I’m willing to give it a try. I mean it won’t hurt to try.” Sarah said quietly. “Really Sarah?! You’re both Bio majors. How can you believe in magic. Okay Amber, if these dresses are so magical, then how does it work?” Amira said in an excited voice. “I don’t want to spoil it too much. But when you put one on, you start to gain a certain amount of weight. Different dresses add different amounts of weight.” “How much weight?” Asked Sarah in an intrigued voice. “You’ll both have to find out. They’re in my closet back at the apartment.” “I guess we can try these ‘magical dresses’ out. I mean I’ll be so happy when I’m right. I’m pretty sure they just make you look bigger. There’s no way they actually make you gain weight.” The three girls headed over to their apartment in Isla Vista. They had a two-bedroom apartment that they shared with Alex, their other roommate. She was usually off with her boyfriend so they never see much of her. Amber led the three into the apartment. She was amazed at how quiet Amira and Sarah were the whole way. Neither of them said a word. They walked inside and went into Amber and Amira’s room, which was on the left. They headed straight for the closet. “Okay Amber, show me this ‘magical dress’.” Amira said sarcastically using air quotes. “Okay, here is one of them. It’s a simple black dress that goes to just above your knees. Amira I think you should try it on.” “Whatever. I mean the dress is already too big for me. It’s not like it’s going to get any bigger when I put it on.” She said as Amber handed her the dress. Amira grabbed the dress with hesitancy. “If you’re so sure I’m making this all up, then try it on. Let’s at least see what it looks like on you.” Amber said teasing Amira. “Fine! I’ll put the damn thing on.” As Amira mentioned earlier, the dress was far too big for her. It was designed with Amber in mind. She took off her jeans and her crop top. She unzipped the back and put the straps over her shoulders. “Can someone zip me up. I mean there’s no point since this dress doesn’t even fit me. It’s ridiculous big on me.” Amber, without hesitation, quickly zipped Amira up. When the zipper had reached the top of the dress, the magic began. Amira’s eyes opened wide when she began to feel herself change. “Um guys, I feel kinda funny. Like there’s this warm tingly feeling all over my body. What’s happening?” And just as Amira finished her sentence, her whole body began to quiver. She noticed her boobs getting bigger before her eyes. Then just as she had focused in on her chest, she felt her butt and hips expanding out and wide. “Okay Amber, whatever you’re doing, it’s not funny. I really don’t know what’s going on. I feel my body growing and there’s a strange warm feeling.” “You’re getting fatter dummy. Look in the mirror. You’ve got to be around 250 right now, and you’re nowhere near finished yet!” Amira turned as best she could to face the mirror on the closet door. She saw her plump self getting bigger by the second. A look of anxiety quickly took over her face. Her doubt and skepticism were long gone. “I’m going to close my eyes. I don't want to keep looking at my body getting fatter. You were right Amber and I was wrong. Happy?! Now please make this feeling go away.” And just as a tear drop began falling from Amira’s eyes, she opened one of them. She then slowly opened the other one. “What happened? Is it over? Am I really fat? I don’t want to see what I look like.” “How does the dress feel? Tight? Loose? Just right?” Amber said with a smile on her face. “Kinda loose, but in the right way. Not like it’s going to fall or anything.” Amira said quietly. “Look down. Tell me what you see.” Amber said fiercely. “Um I just see my enormous boobs. I can’t even see my stomach. How fucking fat am I right now?!” Amira said nervously. “Probably in the upper 400s. How much did you weigh before you put the dress on?” “I don’t know, 180?” Amira said with a confused look on her fat face. “I can see that though, her being like 500 pounds.” Sarah said after being silent the whole time. “What do you mean 500?! Am I that big?!” “Look in the mirror.” Amira turned once again to the mirror. She noticed how difficult this now was given all the extra weight. “God, I can’t even turn properly.” Amira saw her reflection and just gasped. “I knew I was going to be big, but goddamn I’m enormous. I have like three chins and I don’t even have knees anymore.” “Yep that dress is designed to add 300 pounds to your body. It does its best to work with your body’s natural proportions to be seemingly realistic.” “I kinda want to try it too. Do you have another dress like this?” Sarah said pointing at the closet. “God I can’t even walk. And just standing hurts my fat feet.” Amira said talking towards the bed. “Don’t sit on the bed Amira, you might break it. I’m not even kidding. Go sit on the couch.” “Fine. Ugh. Now I have to get my fat ass all the way over there.” “How big do you want to get Sarah? 200 pounds bigger? Or 300 pounds bigger? I have both kinds of dresses.” Amber said while moving clothes around in her closet. “300 pounds. That way it’s fair to Amira.I don’t want her being the only B…B…W. Is that it? Did I say it right?” “Yeah. But technically Amira is what you’d call an ‘SSBBW’. That stands for super-sized big beautiful woman. I think it’s applied to women 350 and above.” “Okay, well fatten me up I guess. And please tell me the dress you have is also cute.” “It is. I have this sexy red floral dress. It’s kinda short, but it’ll look really sexy on you. It’ll also show a lot of cleavage.Trust me.” Amber said handing the dress to Sarah. Sarah grabbed the dress. She noticed that it wasn’t a zip-up dress, but rather a strapless dress. She slid into it. It was really big on Sarah. But unlike Amira, she didn't say anything. “Here goes nothing.” Sarah said. “Imma go check on Amira, see how she’s doing. You’re starting to get fatter. Do you like the feeling?” “Yeah actually. I don’t see why Amira was complaining. It’s kinda nice.” Amber walked out into the living room only to see Amira snacking on Amber’s Goldfish crackers. “What are you looking at? I can’t help it. I’m huge! And I guess my appetite got the memo.” Amira said with a mouthful of crackers. “How’s the dress? Fitting all right?” “I guess. It feels a little tight around my stomach area, which I just noticed goes all the way down passed my pussy. How do fat girls even have sex? Doesn’t the belly get in the way?!” “BBWs are smart that way.” Amber smiled. “Wait. Is Sarah getting fat too? I see something big in our room.” Amira said peaking into their room. “Yeah. She has a floral dress on. It’s also strapless.” “Damn, she’s going to get all the attention at the BBW thing. Is she getting as big as me? Or bigger?” “Probably the same size. I don’t know how much Sarah weighed before putting on the dress, but she’ll definitely be in the upper 400s. How do you like being big so far?” “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. But I definitely feel all the weight. It’s like this mass that kinda holds you back. Tell me, what happens when I take the dress off?” “If you take the dress off, nothing will happen. But if you get completely naked, then you’ll start to shrink. It’s weird I know. It took me a while to get the hang of it.” “Now I have even more questions. Like how big did you get when you put this dress on? And where did your ex even get it from?And why is it that I’ll shrink back down only when I’m completely naked?! So many more things to ask now.” “Well I don't know where he got it. All I know is that I was like 600 pounds when I put on these dresses for him. And he knew more about how they work then I do. He bought them or something.” “Guys! Guys! I think I’m done growing. I can’t see my toes, or my belly button. Does that mean I’m done?” Sarah shouted from inside their room. “I’m coming. I can’t wait to see how you fit that dress. It probably looks good on you.” “Um. How do I look? Sexy?” Sarah said awkwardly while trying to turn her huge body. “You look better than I thought you’d look to be honest. Sarah, I love this outfit on you. Your curves are just amazing.” “They are?! I do?! Wow. Let me look at myself in the mirror.” Sarah turned to look at herself in the mirror. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of her new figure. She even grabbed her belly with both hands and started lifting up and letting it fall just to see how heavy it was. “I think I can get used to this. I don’t see why you were so hesitant Amira. This BBW event thing is going to be awesome. I’m probably going to get all the guys with this body.” “Speaking of the BBW thing, you actually never told us when it is Amber. I just want to get out of this thing as soon as I can.” “It’s tonight actually. It starts at 10. It’s downtown at the Wildcat Lounge. I think I might put on a special dress too, just so it’s fair.” “How much are you going to gain Amber? 300 like us?” Sarah asked. “No, only 200. I already weigh 315. So that’ll put me at 515. So bigger than you two. I just want to all be big and beautiful. And I didn't want to be the smallest one. So here, I’ll put on this solid green strapless dress. Can’t wait to see what my cleavage will look like.” She took off her skirt and shirt. She put on the dress and began expanding. It was only a little too big on her. “I love this feeling. It’s just so nice and comforting. It’s like being rubbed down by warm lotion, y’know.” “Quick question: how are we going to actually get to the BBW event tonight? I mean I doubt I can drive with this big ol’ belly. And you two are even bigger than me.” Amira pointed out. “I can drive us. Don't you worry Amira. My seat goes back far enough so my belly won't get in the way. And say my belly is too big for me to drive, then you can drive Amira.” Amber reassured them. “Are you done getting fatter? I feel like your body hasn’t significantly expanded in the last minute.” Amira said. “Yeah. My body no longer feels warm so yes I am. Aren't I sexy? Look at my huge ass.” “So jealous.” Sarah said. “Well we have about an hour and a half. Who’s hungry?” “I’m super hungry. I don't think I’ve ever been this hungry in my life.” Sarah said grabbing her belly. “Want to go to McDonald’s? We can go to the one by the airport. I know I’ll be ordering a huge meal. I’ll prove to you that I can still drive even with this huge belly.” “I so want to see how far back your seat goes. If your belly doesn't get in the way than your boobs surely will. I bet you can’t even see anything underneath your chest.” “We’ll see.” They all waddled out into the driveway. Only Amber’s 2002 Honda Civic was there. And Amber opened the car door and before even saying anything, pushed the seat as far back as it could go. She then stepped inside the vehicle. There car noticeably sank down when she got in. Sarah and Amira looked at each other for a solid minute trying to decide who’d sit in front and who’d sit in back. “You’re kinda bigger than me. I suggest you sit in back Sarah.” “But if you push the seat all the way back I might not even fit. Will this car even be able to hold our combined weight? I have serious doubts.” “That’s a good point Sarah.” Amber said looking down in disappointment. “UBER? I got a free code from HK yesterday. We can get something to eat downtown before we hit the Wildcat.” Amira said quickly. “Good idea.” Amber said. Amira ordered an UBER from her phone. She saw that it would take 25 minutes for their driver to pick them up. “Well we have a little over 20 minutes. I guess we should just hang out here.
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  24. So I'm looking for my favorite wg story of all time and I haven't found it in years. Here's a VERY general synopsis and if anyone recognizes it and can help me out, it'd be much appreciated. The main character is a girl who used to play tennis while she was in school. She graduates and lands a job selling bathrooms or something ridiculous like that. The story opens and she's already gained a few pounds. She continues to gain weight in this office setting where most of the other women are a little overweight as well. She starts eating cinnamon buns every morning and loses control over her appetite further contributing to her weight gain. It details her continuously having to buy new wardrobes which she is ok with because she's so fucking awesome at selling bathrooms or something. She tries to play tennis again at one point in the story but she's too big for her tennis outfits and way out of shape. I distinctly remember how the story ends... She goes to a meeting with a client at an Italian restaurant. On the way, she stops to get a hot dog. She sits down with the client and it turns out she's a closet feeder who just wants to watch the main character stuff her face. She orders bread sticks and goads her into eating them all, along with a salad. Then she orders her a massive dish of lasagna which the girl polishes off because she has no self control now. The girl is stuffed as hell and is feeling a little embarrassed and says she has no room for desert. The client says nonsense and orders a cheesecake for her. Then it cuts to our heroine walking back to the office and she is STRUGGLING. She can't even breath in all the way because the buttons on her jacket will pop if she does. I want to say she ends up going to the bathroom and unbuttoning just to get some relief and the story ends some time around here. Like I said, its not that much to go off of but if anyone could help me out, that'd be awesome!
  25. So I'm going to write my first story. TL;DR couple goes to buffet, the buffet has a rule, any wasted food and the patrons will work there for a month finishing all the leftover food from the entire buffet. Girl gorges on food but wastes her last plate, then gets taken to start, story takes place over the one month. weight gain 120 => just under 300. any tips and things you guys may want that would make the story a lot more enjoyable, also any big no nos for writing this kind of thing ( i know the big ones ie;no describing bellies using numbers) any help would be appreciated will be posting here when finished. eta a few weeks pics unrelated, for your trouble edit: just realized that i just spoiled my whole story but whatever, I'll delete this after i get the help i need. edit 2: Gotten the help i need, can one of the mods pls delete this? the story will posted in a couple weeks
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