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Evil Stepmother(Redux)BBW, XWG, DarkAs Sara stood there in the hot shower lathering soap all over her body, she felt every inch of her massive weight gain. Her large breasts, her thick thighs that touched almost all the way to her knees, her bloated flabby belly hanging down heavily, and her widened butt all felt so soft and equally engorged with her unintended gluttony. She stood there toweling off from her shower when she realized she forgot her clothes in her room. Embarrassed of her weight and fearing more humiliation from Evelyn she sat in the bathroom and thought of what lead her to this grief.It was not more than a year ago Sara was out of a job and dropped out of college due to lack of money, she moved in with her father(Jim) and stepmother(Evelyn). Sara was always a perky and happy person in school, but after living with Evelyn and her strict rules her happiness was replaced with sadness and her perky nature with a somber reflection of her past life. Sara had to do what Evelyn said if she didn't her father would find out about all kinds of lies and failures Evelyn would make up. Jim usually believed Evelyn as his trust of Sara was broken by many failures at college and a few lies from Evelyn. Months of rules and threats lead to punishments of forced feeding and humiliations of Sara’s weight by Evelyn, and all that lead up to her current slump.Her memories of the past where cut short by a banging of the door and Evelyn's voice “Don't use all the water again fatty.”Sara cringed as the door swung wide open and Evelyn burst in with a look of disgust on her face ”Oh damn Sara did you get up last night and eat us out of food again you look bigger then ever” Evelyn said standing Sara up and grabbing her large belly rolls shaking them. She walked around Sara pinching and grasping her body all over till finally she pushed Sara over to the scale.A look of dread came across Sara as she neared the scale it was her least favorite part of the humiliation she endured ”On the scale piggy lets see how much my prized hog weighs” Evelyn demanded pushing Sara unto the scale. The scale counted up till it reached 298lbs Sara could not see the numbers without looking over her belly and she knew Evelyn did not want her to see ”Well piggy looks like your almost fit for market!” Evelyn said typing something into her phone then slapping Sara on the butt. “Get dressed you great big flabby butterball nobody wants to see you naked...Run! Piggy! Run!” Evelyn demanded slapping Sara on the butt again. Sara ran into her room thunderous steps echoing thru the house by the time she got down the hall she was out of breath.“Damn her” Sara said under her breath safely in her room. Sara got dressed and sat in her room playing on her laptop for a few hours till she felt horrible hungry. Looking down at her bloated engorged body she tried to just sit there and ignore her hunger. Suddenly as if on cue a wonderful banquet of food smells filled the house, and Sara's willpower melted she stood up and began to sneak downstairs in her jammies(stretched out sweatpants and a white tank that barely covered her belly). Her steps were far from quiet at her weight it was hard to waddle around and not make all kinds of racket.“Hmmm as I planned lets see how long you can hold out piggy” Evelyn whispered to herself finishing up on the banquet of food she just prepared some of it laced with appetite stimulants. Sara arrived in the kitchen to see the table loaded with food and drinks as if made for 6 people, her stomach rumbled loudly.“Ah I see you have found my feast, well its not for you fat piggy its for some guests that are coming over, so control you raging hunger for a few hours” Evelyn said turning to see Sara come into the kitchen.“What am I supposed to eat that looks like all the food?” Sara asked sheepishly looking at the banquet of food her stomach rumbling again even louder. Evelyn left the room without another word she ducked around a corner and waited for some eating noises. Sara looked around the kitchen and found there was literally no more food in the house. Turning to the table she stared at it licking her lips, she looked around to see if Evelyn is gone. Slowly Sara walked towards the table, her heart began to race, she licked her lips in anticipation, looking about she began eating the foods she was sure wouldn't be missed.As Sara was going to stop and walk away Evelyn came into the room suddenly “Ah Ha I knew you could not resist a tasty feast you blubbery pig, well if your gonna eat you might as well eat ALL OF IT!!” Evelyn said angrily forcing Sara into a chair and began shoving food into her face. Sara tried to resist but she knew it would be worse if she did slowly she began to eat and eat, the forced feast was obviously more then she intended to have for breakfast. Evelyn enjoyed ever moment of it her control of Sara was slowly becoming more absolute she could make Sara as fat and helpless as she wanted. Evelyn always hated Sara when she first met her thin beautiful body, being beautiful herself Evelyn was always jealous of anyone she thought was better looking then her. She stuffed Sara till the whole feast was gone every last crumb, sitting there too full to move Sara was exhausted and bloated.“There piggy you got everything you wanted now rest up lunch is on its way soon” Evelyn said rubbing Sara's overstuffed belly. “Don't worry it will be as big as breakfast too so there will be plenty for your piggy belly to enjoy” Evelyn said whispering in Sara's ear and patting her belly lightly. With those few enjoyable moments gone Evelyn snapped a few pics of Sara from different angles adding “There now your father has proof of how much you are abusing his generosity with your gluttony!”“What...No please...I will do...as you ask Evelyn...just don't tell dad!” Sara said gasping for breath while sliding her now tight sweatpants under her stuffed belly and lifting her shirt over it. “Oh please...don't tell him Evelyn...I will do whatever you tell me no questions or resistance!” Sara pleaded still a bit out of breath rubbing her exposed, overstuffed belly.“Anything huh” Evelyn thought for a moment building tension “Oh piggy we are gonna have so much fun with you!” After those words Evelyn called an Asian cuisine place and order a massive lunch for delivery. “Well lunch will be here in a several hours lets let that breakfast turn into fat shall we piggy” Evelyn patted Sara's belly a few more times and left the room.“Oh what have I done this is gonna be terrible for my figure I will never get in shape or find any men with that witch fattening me like some hog in a fair” Sara whispered to herself rubbing her engorged belly. Sara slowly realized she was powerless to stop it too with all her money and lively hood coming from her father, she was at Evelyn's mercy and that thought made her heart sink.Evelyn did not let up either she was if anything more determined that ever to fatten Sara to near immobility. After a few more months of nearly constant feasts and humiliation Sara looked no longer like a thin beauty, and more like someone who has absolutely no control around food at all. Her life was controlled so completely by food she nearly constantly thought of it and forgot completely how to eat reasonable portions of food. Sara now looked at herself after showering and examined the damage of one full year under Evelyn's forceful stuffing: her breasts where at least EE cup and hung to the sides of her massive belly which hung more then halfway down her thick thighs that now are touching all the way to her knees and rolling over, her butt is now so wide it was hard to clear doors without waddling thru them sideways. Evelyn finally stopped forcing herself upon Sara, but it was too late Sara had become all to accustomed to stuffing herself like crazy everyday. Whenever Sara would stop or try her massive belly and engorged body would tell her it felt horrible hungry and she would gorge even more then she intended to not eat. This cycle was left unbroken for so long Sara had completely forgotten about anything else her old life, finding a boyfriend, living her dreams, now all she cared about was satisfying her gluttony.“Hmm good job” Evelyn said quietly watching Sara gorge herself in the kitchen “One less person more beautiful then me and now who else could be roped into my clutches...” Evil Stepmother II Evelyn had destroyed Sara's will and fattened her to such massive proportions that there was no way Sara would ever be skinny again. Sara was now close to 500 pounds at her small height the weight made her more round then tall, she had trouble clearing doorways with her bulging flab, her gut so large it covers her lap sitting or standing, her breasts so large she looked like pumpkins were under her shirt, her hips and rear so wide she had to walk thru most doors sideways and even then she still touched the frame, her legs so massive they looked like sausages ready to explode.Evelyn was not satisfied though her desire to fatten someone grew as Sara did. She needed someone else who's figure she could expand. Looking thru Sara's phone as she gorged herself Evelyn found someone who just might fit, Sara's old friend from college who was also down on her luck and owed a lot of money to a lot of people. A quick few phone calls later she had finances setup to cover the plan she had in mind.Fiona was in debt so badly she would do anything to fix it all, and she had no idea how she would even start. Luckily for Fiona a phone call was made to her from Sara's phone, but it wasn't Sara it was Evelyn.“Sara tells me you might be in a tight spot financially” Evelyn says with an evil grin watching Sara rub her bloated overstuffed gut.“Yea I am can you help me a little help would be fine but if you can help me get outta debt I will repay you however I can” Fiona says desperate to eliminate this debt.“Anything huh... I might just have something in mind you could help with, but it will require you to live here with me and Sara to help around the place is that ok” Evelyn said hoping she had her in her grasp.“Really oh that would be great I just lost my job though are you sure I can pay off my debt helping you this way” Fiona asked hoping with all her might that this was gonna work.Evelyn just smiled the largest evil smile she could muster as she patted Sara's bloated gut “Yes that is fine without a job you will be able to help out around here more let me text you the address go ahead and bring all your things here as soon as you can I will take care of all those other expenses and your debt slowly of course I don't have the money for all of it at once” Evelyn lied she did have all the money set aside from her massive investments and financial mastery.“Oh thanks you so much this means the world to me” Fiona said starting to pack her things up to leave. Fiona had little possessions almost no furniture and an air mattress. It took her little time to pack up all her things and start making her way to Evelyn and Sara. She hoped this would fix all her problems and debt, what she didn't know was Evelyn had other plans.A day or so later Fiona arrived at the door of her new home for the time being knocking happily. Evelyn opened the door and let her new guest in showing her to the kitchen where a meal awaited.“Come let us eat my dear a good meal in your new home to celebrate, and there is the simple matter of signing this contract for your employment here” Evelyn said handing her a paper and pen.“Oh that's fine I assumed there would be some employment contract of sorts, what kind of work would I be doing” Fiona asked signing the paper without reading it then handing it to Evelyn.“Cooking and cleaning up after Sara eats it gets messy in here and I just can't clean it all by myself” Evelyn said putting the contract in a yellow envelope. “Now stand up here real quick for a photo I want to make sure we have that for our records” Evelyn took a picture of Fiona's profile.“Oh is Sara here now” Fiona questioned after the photo. “I was hoping to catch up on things and see how she has been”“No Sara is busy I am sure she will be here when you are eventually” Evelyn lied knowing very well Sara is locked up in the basement being force fed a very large weight gain milkshake. “Mostly I will be having you clean up around the place Sara has changed dramatically since she dropped out of college you maybe surprised when you see her” Evelyn said with a concerned look on her face.“Sara? Different I will believe it when I see it she was so bubbly and happy before I doubt she could have changed that much” Fiona said while eating the meal, for some reason the more she ate the hungrier she became. “Excuse me I must be hungry today” Fiona said appologizing for her gluttony.“Don't say I didn't warn you my dear, and you help yourself to as much as you want while your here I am very well to do and as part of your contract you are given free meals and as many snacks as you want” Evelyn said pushing food toward Fiona smiling.“Oh ok that is good cause apparently I am starving right now” Fiona said happily eating more of the food on the table. Before she knew it Fiona had eaten all the food on the table and was still hungry.“I hate to be rude but do you have more food I am actually still hungry” Fiona asked sheepishly.“Sure my dear right thru here” Evelyn said guiding Fiona thru a small doorway and down some stairs. “I am going to close the door behind us my dear its temperature controlled down here” Evelyn mentioned kindly opening a heavy looking metal door.“Wow is this a giant fridge that is awesome” Fiona said looking around the giant room filled with tons of shelves and more food then a family of 6 would need in a month.“Yes actually it is not a fridge though more a storage room Sara likes to eat a lot and I need to be well stocked” Evelyn said leading her down an isle of food. To a large sturdy table surrounded by several odd looking wide chairs. “Ignore the hardware on the chairs they are more for decoration I bought them from an antique dealer online and he never mentioned this stuff” Evelyn said referring to the cuffs sturdily attached to the arms and legs of the chair.“I wonder what they were used for” Fiona asked looking at them curiously.“I know what I am going to use them for” as she said this Evelyn rushed toward Fiona pushing her into the chair and quickly cuffing her arms and legs in it. “Now if you had read the fine print of your contract my dear you would have realized I will only financially let you go after you have worked for me for 1 whole year, and in that year have also gained 300 pounds or more” Evelyn said smiling while tightening up the cuffs and attaching the head restraint. “Don't worry I intend it to be much more then 300...Sara my dear you have a friend” Evelyn said walking thru some isles.“You crazy bitch what the hell do you think I am gonna eat till I am a giant blubbery fat ass” Fiona yelled struggling only to realize the chair is bolted to the floor, and she is too weak to break the cuffs. “I am not eating...one...more...thing...” Fiona trailed off as waddling toward her is Sara now a massive version of her former self, a look of defeat firmly on Sara's face.“My dear what makes you think your going to be able to stop me” Evelyn said patting Sara's massive gut. “I assure you that for every bite you don't eat that I am feeding you Sara will have to eat it on top of her normal food, now you tell me how much more food is poor Sara going to have to stuff in here” Evelyn said rubbing Sara's gut.“My god Sara...I don't want her to eat any more then she has to...I will do as you ask” Fiona said in defeat still staring at Sara.“Well then that is good news for you isn't it my piggy” Evelyn said sitting Sara in the opposite chair. “Now ladies lets get lunch ready shall we, poor Sara here has not eaten in 5 whole minutes” Evelyn said cuffing Sarah into the chair and walking toward the massive stores of shelves.“Sara I don't know what happened to you but we should try to escape together” Fiona whispered looking at the sorrow in Sara's eyes.“There is no escape from Evelyn not with all this flab I can barely walk Fiona let alone get away from her grasp, besides even if we escape my livelihood is dependent on Evelyn's opinion of me” Sara said looking at her friend dejectedly.“Ah here we go my piggies a nice feast to start things off right” Evelyn said pushing a heavily loaded cart full of food toward them. “Sara this will just be an appetizer to your piggy gut, but Fiona this will be a great feast to you” Evelyn said looking at them both and loading the foods unto the table.“Why are you doing this to me I...” Fiona asked but was cut short by food stuffed into her mouth.However Fiona never got an answer just more food, and every time she tried to talk more food was shoved into her face. A few times she refused to eat only to find that Sara would get teased and humiliated, then forced to eat a plate of food. This torture was not new to Sara, but to Fiona it just encouraged her to cooperate even more. The day passed and both Sara and Fiona were strapped to the chairs most of the day and force fed so much even Sara was overstuffed. Half way thru the day long feast Evelyn unstrapped Sara just to prove her dominance over her was complete. Fiona just watched in horror as Sara never left the table and just sat there stuffing her own face full of food. By the evening both of them were engorged and sleepy from the forced feasting. Fiona was too full to try to escape and was in some sort of torpor from all the food, in reality she was drugged with sleep aids in the last few bits of her feast.A few moments later Fiona fell fast asleep, and Evelyn forced Sara to take her to the punishment room. The punishment room was a large comfy bed, in a dark windowless room an attached bathroom and a door specially made to look like part of the wall. The room could be gassed with sleeping agents before people entered, and was monitored thru hidden cameras and microphones. It also was equipped with ports and shelves for inserting food secretly into the room. Fiona slept for a long time her before she awoke, a bloating sensation in her gut and the smell of fresh food. She saw around her many shelves loaded with food, a large TV showing Sara sitting at a table of food eating, and a large doorway leading to a dimly lit bathroom.“Awake I see good now here is the deal yesterday was just a sample of what will happen if you don't do what I say regularly” Evelyn's voice was heard seemingly from everywhere. “You will notice food in this room all nice and hot ready for you to eat you have 2 hours if its not all gone by then Sara will get double her normal food for today and that is a lot of food” Evelyn taunted.“Double her normal food, ok fine I will do what I can” Fiona said moving toward the food. “What if I can't finish all this food” Fiona said quickly before she started eating.“Then Sara gets double her normal food for all of today, and let me say this again if you don't eat all of the next few meals as well I will double her food again for each meal it will get doubled” Evelyn said a smile could even be heard in her words.“mmm okmm I willmm” Fiona said in between bites. Fiona struggled to get it all in her stomach there was way to much food, and she was kind of full from yesterday still. Her best efforts was sadly to her not enough and some food remained uneaten.“Ah ha not enough room huh too bad for Sara now I will have to double her food for today” Evelyn said smiling. “I hope you can eat lunch or Sara gets double on double and if you don't have enough room for dinner she gets double on double on double” Evelyn said evil smile on her face looking at Sara.“I..ugh...don't know if I can do this is there any way to be more hungry a pill or something” Fiona said desperate to help Sara from gaining even more weight.“Hmmm I do have these nice shakes I could give you they work wonders for making someone hungry, they helped Sara early on I could give them to you maybe even a double dose...but in order for me to do that you would have to take the double food I was going to give Sara is that a deal” Evelyn gleamed at the mentioning of this.“Sure anything to prevent Sara from eating more” Fiona pleaded.“Ok that works for today, but everyday the first meal you eat must be eaten without the shake and if you can't finish it then I double Sara's food unless you accept a shake then your food is doubled instead of Sara's that is how it will work from now on” Evelyn said this as she mixed up one of her shakes loaded with appetite stimulants. Setting the shake on a shelf in the room “This will get you thru today hopefully... if you need another one for dinner let me know, but if you ask for one for dinner then I give you double dessert before bed.”All this was intense for Fiona she took some time looking into the shake thinking, but ultimately decided to drink it for Sara. The next month went the same as the first day and everyday was more onslaught of food then the last. Fiona was terrible at this she soon began asking for one before supper and suffered thru double desserts for the second month again for Sara. In her mind she was being noble and getting fatter so Sara didn't have too. In reality Sara's broken will and out of control gluttony caused weight gain way more then Fiona realized.With her new piggy locked away from the world Evelyn was able to concentrate on making the house bigger and more comfortable for Sara to get around. Many construction projects later the house was made to hold several large people and the floors reenforced to allow for much more weight to be wandering on them. Evelyn has planned on even Fiona's will breaking at some point and then she would have two piggies to lord her beauty over. Fiona after two months of gorging herself had gained a decent amount going from 135lbs to 187lbs, her flat abs slightly covered by soft flab, her small breasts filling out her bra a bit, her hips taking more of the weight making her pants and panties to small rather quickly, her thighs quickly became softer and jiggly. To Fiona this was fast becoming a nightmare her figure disappearing quickly under a layer of flab and the amount of food she was being forced to eat growing by the day.Many more months passed and after each one Fiona needed the shakes more and more to keep Sara from eating more. With Evelyn in command of her meals and Sara's Fiona soon realized this may never end. To add salt to the wound of her situation Evelyn also told Fiona that if she didn't cooperate she would have her arrested for multitude of crimes she faked photos of and evidence. Upon hearing that Fiona soon realized there was no escape from Evelyn even if she ran away Evelyn could still hurt her badly. These months brought with them much sorrow for Fiona and, her weight rocketed from 187lbs to 259lbs, her stomach now bulging with rolls, her small breasts expanding to an average size, her hips becoming massive making her rear wide enough force her to waddle, her thighs expanding so fast they now touch almost all the way to her knees.Evelyn did not stop she tormented Fiona with her financial burdens and with Sara's weight nearly constantly. Before long a year had passed since Fiona was imprisoned here by Evelyn, and it was at this time Fiona was allowed to walk around the house. Her room she was imprisoned to became her room in the house all the equipment and surveillance removed, as part of another deal involving more food. Fiona could no longer think of leaving her will was broken a year under Evelyn and she had no will to fight anymore. Sara was not free from costs either her weight grew despite Fiona's efforts, because of Sara's own gluttony. Sara's gluttony left her much larger then she was at now 615lbs she was so large standing and walking required assistance, her weight went from 500lbs to 615lbs, her massive gut now covered her knees standing and sitting, her breasts looked like watermelons hanging from her chest, her hips and rear so wide she could cover a person with each cheek and could use no less then two chairs every time she sat down, her legs so massive her cankles hung over her feet. Fiona was not far behind Sara, her weight shot up from 259lbs to 468lbs, her bulging gut now hanging in her lap, her breasts filling in some of Sara's old D cup bras, her hips and rear so massive they matched Sara's in size she had to waddle thru doors sideways and needed two chairs when she sat down as well, her legs also were as big as Sara's bulging over her kneecaps and hanging over her feet.“Excellent work Fiona I appreciate your help, but your not going anywhere” Evelyn said caressing Fiona's massive rear then patting it.“Yes Evelyn I will stay and help your correct” Fiona said her will long gone many hundred pounds ago with her ability to escape. Evil Stepmother IIIEvelyn laughed evilly as Fiona and Sara sat in her new massive kitchen rubbing their bloated bellies. One of many feasts that day in celebration of another 'guest' in the house. The guest was another person Sara knew this time it was someone Sara hated a former cheerleader captain an Korean woman named Jun Myeong.Jun was a slender and beautiful person by any bodies standards her figure and beauty has gotten her anything she wanted till a few months ago. Jun had a part time job at a local bakery, and a full time job leeching money and free food off anyone she could using her charms and beauty. She regularly went to the gym almost always as someones guest. Recently however she lost her job at the bakery after a customer complained about her being rude to them. Strangely all her usual 'helpers' stopped talking to her as well leaving her with literally nothing but a few changes of clothes, and a bit of makeup. As if on cue Evelyn showed up at that very moment a wicked grin on her face.“I think I can help you my dear a beautiful thing like yourself shouldn't be poor I saw them fire you at the bakery let me help” Evelyn said a concerning look on her face.“Y-You saw that oh it was so embarrassing please any help you can offer would be great right now” Jun said laying on the tears real thick some real most faked tears.“There there my dear don't dry it doesn't suit your beautiful face” Evelyn said wiping tears from Jun's face “lets get you back to my place and get some food in you” Evelyn said looking into her eyes and smiling.“Ok that would be great” Jun said perking right up wiping the rest of the tears from her eyes “You don't also happen to have a place to stay tonight maybe a couch?” Jun said gathering her things while standing.“Of course I do my dear I have a spare room for guests” Evelyn said with a wicked grin on her face.They left rather quickly and headed to Evelyn's place Jun was shocked that it was so massive and elaborate. Hoping for a new income source Jun looked about the place and acted curious about all the decorations. Evelyn fed into her curiosity knowing that it was a game and playing along the part of the rich helpful lady. Sara and Fiona were gorging themselves a forced feast in the basement chained to some chairs while all this happened. Evelyn happily showed off her wealth to Jun and eventually led her to the massive kitchen.“Please my dear you must be hungry eat won't you” Evelyn said offering some lean appearing pasta to Jun.“Oh thank you your kindness is much appreciated” Jun lied checking the food to see if it was lean a quick glance was all she needed before she started eating.“All that embarrassment deserves a drink I think don't you” Evelyn said pouring Jun a harmless looking glass of wine.“Oh thank you how did you know wine was my favorite” Jun responded rather shocked she was being offered expensive wine nearly right away.“I can see a fellow wine aficionado from a mile away my dear” Evelyn said with confidence and a smirk.The food and small talk continued eventually it was late in the day and Jun was rather sleepy from all the wine and the feast of 'lean' pasta. Evelyn lead her to a room upstairs that had its own bathroom and was lavishly decorated. Leaving her 'guest' to sleep Evelyn went to her security room and waited till Jun was fast asleep. Creeping into the room with stealth of a ninja Evelyn gassed Jun while she slept with a large dose of powerful anesthetic. Then after she was sure Jun was out she carried her down to The Punishment Room. A bit of refurbishing was done to suit its new guest instead of a bed it is a large comfy throne with cuffs for hands and feet appearing like lions mouths covering the hands and feet completely. After securing Jun in the throne Evelyn connected her to an IV of chemicals to keep her groggy and sluggish.Not sure how long she was out Jun slowly woke up only to realize she could not leave the incredibly plush and comfy throne she sat in. Her head was foggy as if she had been drinking rather heavily all evening. Jun had more problems then that as she realized an IV was in her arm and some odd chemicals pouring into her. It was not long after she realized this that Evelyn came in to greet her with a massive cart of food and some horribly obese girls Jun kinda recognized one of them. Evelyn wasted no time in making it clear the food was all for Jun.“My dear Queen Bitch it is about high time you be put in your place and learn that you have ruined lives and your beauty offends me greatly” as Evelyn said that she moved the cart next to Jun. “I will ensure that your hungry enough for all of this glorious food and don't worry dear getting fat is all part of being a Queen Bitch you will soon realize that” as Evelyn said that she patted Jun's tone stomach.The embarrassing feast was far more then Jun had ever eaten at once in her life and the drugs she was being pumped full of forced her to nod off afterward. The whole affair was a nightmare for Jun she hoped it would be over when she woke up hours later, but alas it was not the obese girl Jun recognized was there almost the whole time a look of hatred burned in her eyes. She just watched seemingly with glee as Evelyn stuffed even more food into Jun. As Jun dosed off for the second time the face slowly looked familiar to her that is Sara, a girl she hated way back in high school. Jun soon learned when Sara was there she couldn't really leave without help as she was so fat that leaving on her own was not really possible. It was an indescribable amount of time that passed all Jun knew was when she was barely conscious she was being stuffed full of food. The whole time she was awake Sara and Evelyn both made belittling comments about Jun being a Queen Bitch and deserving all the flab she was going to have.“Oh my has our Queen Bitch made such great progress Evelyn” Sara said rubbing Jun's bloated belly during a stuffing.“Indeed Sara she has our work is starting to show and the Queen is starting to look like one” Evelyn said stuffing more food into Jun's face.Try as she may very few words left Jun's mouth instead she just as she tried to beg or plead more food was stuffed into her mouth. Almost constantly asleep Jun had little time to observe the damage all this food was doing to her formerly perfect firm little body; her once small 4'11” frame soon bulged with acceptance of all the food, her tone arms quickly became soft and flabby, her implanted breasts bulged even more from a D cup to a EEE cup, her tone abs quickly advanced down her lap to form a massive bulging gut constantly full, her firm tone thighs quickly bulged touching all the way to her knees, her angelic face quickly softening with multiple chins.“Your fast becoming quite the Queen Bitch look at all this” Evelyn said patting Jun's bulging gut. “Rest assured there will be much more of you my dear Queen a Bitch like yourself will have to learn how queens are really treated” Evelyn says rubbing Jun's bulging gut.Jun fast reached a weight were most of the cuffs were no longer needed and she soon dejectedly accepted that she was far to large to really escape or ever lose all the weight. Her sorrow was only met with more humiliation and forced feeding by Evelyn which made her figure bulge even more; her large EEE breasts engorged to HH breasts her bulging gut expanded to such proportions her lap was covered by her belly sitting and standing, her flabby thighs now hung over her knee caps, and her face now covered flab and bulged everywhere like the rest of her. Being so short Jun soon realized at her current weight she couldn't stand on her own without help a fact Evelyn never let her forget. Soon after this Jun was no longer cuffed and was allowed to feed herself at a steady pace, but if she slowed down Evelyn would force her to engorge herself all day.“There Queeny I hope you realize what poor behavior gets you” Evelyn said patting Jun's bulging gut. “Now you will have to move to another room we must make room for our next guest it is someone you may recognize and your going to help me fatten them like it or not” Evelyn said this to Jun in a hushed tone rubbing Jun's over stuffed belly rolls.“Yes Evelyn” Jun said her will and confidence buried under a think layer of fat. Evil Stepmother IVJun sat groaning on the throne made for her in her room, Fiona feeding her yet another feast for the day. Sarah watched gleeful as ever to see Jun once again stuffed so much she had trouble standing or walking. Evelyn knew she needed a new pet soon or Jun would be so fat she wont be of use. Surfing through Jun's phone Evelyn eventually came across an old friend turned enemy of Jun's. This old friends name was Natasha a 6'4” tall woman from Russian. Natasha had stolen Jun's boyfriend a few years ago and Jun never forgave her. Evelyn saw only one problem with her plan Natasha worked out and was a very strong woman. However everyone has their weakness Evelyn took some time to research Natasha and her contacts.Natasha was at the gym working out like she always did before the class she taught, when she was interrupted. Slowly stopping her workout Natasha angrily stood up to face the person who interrupted her.“Hello my dear I am sorry to interrupt a determined woman so focused on her work, but I hope you can help me out” Evelyn said looking rather kindly her usual evil grin. “I need a strong person who I am willing to pay greatly to help me around my place” Evelyn added.“What does it pay” Natasha said her Russian accent fairly heavy a grim expression on her face. “And this better not be some hogwash about boxes needing unloaded everyday” Natasha added keeping her grim face.“A woman of your strengths oh heavens no I would not waste your talents my dear” Evelyn said a smirk on her face. “It pays very well, and I mean 6 figures well” Evelyn lied still smirking.“Wow...” Natasha said her grim expression vanishing instantly. “Okay deal give me an address and time and I will be there” Natasha said holding her hand out to confirm the deal.“Then we have an accord here this is the information you will need” Evelyn said shaking her hand and then giving her a business card. “My offer is exclusive my dear so make sure when you show up you bring everything you need” Evelyn added smiling evilly. “And my dear I mean everything, no other jobs on the table just mine, I will have a place for you to stay as well” Evelyn added over her shoulder before she walked off.Natasha arrives at a massive house big enough for probably 12 people to live. Evelyn leads Natasha to a rather nice room with an attached gym and lavish full bathroom. A few weeks pass and Natasha receives pay for just living there, as she has not done anything for Evelyn yet. However despite how lavish the place is Evelyn seems to guard the basement from Natasha on a constant basis. The basement door a vault-like iron door and Evelyn frequently goes down to the basement for long periods of time.“Okay thank you for being patient I needed time to get things ready, they took longer then I suspected” Evelyn said to Natasha motioning for her to follow. Evelyn leads Natasha down the basement closing the large vaulted door behind them “Added security my dear sorry can't be to sure.”Natasha just follows nervously now that she literally has no way of escaping the basement. To her shock Natasha finds at the bottom of the stairs 3 massively obese women all gorging themselves on a large feast.“You see my dear I cant have these 3 wandering about its bad for my image, and well this is the best place to keep them” Evelyn said referring to all the food in the area. “They are getting far to large to get about on their own” Evelyn says patting their bellies as she walks around them. “You are going to help get them in better shape to waddle around my dear” Evelyn looks at the 3 and winks secretly.“What happened to them that they got this large” Natasha says approaching them and feeling their fat “Is it genetic or something else.”“Sadly no that could be fixed I am afraid it was exposure to a strange chemical spill” Evelyn makes a sad face and grabs their bellies individually “Can you help me they need to eat a lot to keep the chemicals from killing them.”“That is terrible is there anything else special that needs to be done” Natasha said now a bit concerned.“No my dear they just need loads and loads of food everyday to keep themselves alive, and its just too much for me to do alone” Evelyn says acting distraught. “I need your help to make them stronger and help feed them, it is a full time job alone” Evelyn says setting more food on the table.“Well for what your paying me that works for me” Natasha says helping Evelyn get more food.After finding out her job Natasha gets to work exercising the fatties. Her job made no dent on their weight, due to their increased food intake. However the only food available was the fattening stuff they were eating, and for some reason Natasha seemed locked in the basement after her 3rd week there. Despite her strength and brute force the vaulted door would not move and there seemed no other way out. Sadly Natasha accepted she maybe stuck down here and forced to eat this clearly unhealthy food. Evelyn knew it would only be a matter of time before Natasha soon began getting fat herself, but kept an eye on everything thru video cameras just in case. Without her workout equipment Natasha began using all sorts of other calisthenics to keep herself in shape. However the food here was so fattening and unhealthy in a very deceptive way Natasha was losing the battle. Then each of the obese women down here with her began tricking Natasha to help them stand up during her workouts instead of working out. Slowly their plan was working and Natasha began to soften up. It was at this time Evelyn began her second part of the plan.Natasha was getting furious at her fattening body and her rage only made her want to workout more. However the girls down here keep getting stuck or having problems every time she wanted to workout. Then the food down here became a massive selection of all of Natasha's favorite comfort foods. Her willpower around these foods was practically zero. She justified eating them so much normally with extra workouts at the gym. However now she had no such ability and soon began eating when she was angry instead of working out. The others here left her alone when she was eating and did not bother her, but whenever she worked out they always seemed to get stuck somewhere. Her tall figure hid the weight well but her lack of muscle definition was quickly evident after her favorite foods began showing up. Evelyn knew it was soon time for her third phase of the plan. Natasha became flabby rather quickly after she began eating when she was mad: her once toned arms began to jiggle slightly, her tone abs quickly disappeared under a layer of fat, her tone thighs fattened so much then began to touch, her hips and butt became so large she almost waddled. Having her whole body suddenly become jiggly was not something Natasha was prepared to have happen. She was ashamed of her body and the others there began to shame her for it.At first Natasha was only made more angry at the shaming, which lead to her hiding somewhere and stuffing her face. Then the humiliation became slowly more intense and Natasha could not cope with it. Her willpower slowly melted the more she gained the worse the humiliation got, which lead to her eating even more. It took many months but eventually even Natasha's will broke to the intense humiliation. Natasha was no longer a muscled fitness instructor she was a morbidly obese woman with terrible low self-esteem. At this tipping point Evelyn made things worse for Natasha, she began joining in the humiliation. Cramming nonstop feasts into her mouth made her figure dramatically different: her slightly flabby arms quickly became so fat they hung over her elbows jiggling constantly, her layer of fat around her middle ballooned into a massive roll of fat hanging over her privates, her thighs quickly smashed together all the way to her knees and began to hang over, her hips and butt so large no chair could contain them wobbling constantly. Evelyn knew Natasha was going nowhere but had to be sure she couldn't escape. Having the others help they forced Natasha into a small couch made for two people, her large butt made it difficult to get out up. Then they cuffed her to the couch by her legs and hands. Month upon month of fattening up had made Natasha weak, she tried to resist but there was just to many of them. It was Jun's turn to have some fun and waddling over to Natasha began to force her to eat.Jun was mad about losing her own dream life to this fattening nightmare, and if she couldn't escape neither was Natasha. Evelyn watched with glee as Natasha was force fed for the better part of two months. By the second months end Natasha was so fat the couch needed to be torn apart so she could stand, and stand she barely did. Natasha was close to 600lbs by the time Jun was done with her escape was not an option for Natasha anymore. Getting out of the basement was no longer possible as she was far to wide for the large doorway. Evelyn was pleased she had ruined another beauty, but as her herd of fattened women grew so did her ambition to fatten even more of them. Evil Stepmother VEvelyn watched through video cameras her hands tented with evil glee, all those beauties fattened. She could hardly contain herself. The next beauty she fattened would have to be truly beautiful to top Natasha she thought. Looking at some of the top clothing stores at the local shopping centers, eventually Evelyn found what she was looking for. Twins she thought with amazement of course twin beauties fattened up that would be grand indeed. Feira and Fiera Fotakis both Greek, both of incredible beauty they had whatever they wanted with little effort. Evelyn did some research on them and found out they have a great desire to spend more then they can pay off. Using her usual tactics Evelyn setup a plan to make sure they both fell into her hands.Feira and Fiera were both at their usual spa on a Wednesday enjoying a lovely massage. Upon their leaving they however found that both their cards were declined, something that shocked them greatly. Worried almost immediately that their life of opulence has come crashing down around them panic began to set in. As rehearsed as her conversation had become Evelyn stepped in, and paid the bill.“My dears you look like you in a tough spot no worries we all deserve to be treated like queens especially on spa day” Evelyn smiled an evil grin.“Oh thank you” both the twins replied in near unison.“Now I would imagine an opulent lifestyle like the one you ladies live can get quite pricy indeed maybe you have a bit more debt then you can handle” Evelyn knew they had far more then they could pay off. “I can expunge all your debts for a small employment opportunity don't worry it is nothing you beautiful ladies cannot handle just something I know you must be good at” Evelyn smiled handing them what looked like applications.“I don't know what would we have to do its nothing illegal is it” Feira replied “It is not gonna be something that involves physical labor is it” Fiera added.“No worries ladies nothing like that at all, the only thing you have to do after filling out those applications is tease and make fun of some very obese women I have in my care” Evelyn waited on their reactions before adding “They are all so very large I think that a few hot young temptresses like yourselves teasing them may just motivate them to be better people” Evelyn handed them both pens smiling a very evil grin.“Wow really that is all we have to do” Fiera questioned “That is something we both enjoy” Feira added happily filling out the paperwork.“Yes I thought as much” Evelyn replied “and you will have free reign of the facilities luxuries something none of the obese women enjoy at all” Evelyn said continuing to smile.Without further words needed Feira and Fiera smiled widely at each other and finished the applications. “Here ya go” they both replied handing the applications to Evelyn.“Excellent my beautiful new assistants please follow me” Evelyn took the applications and filed them in her purse.Leading the twins to their soon to be prison Evelyn knew she would really enjoy this turn of events. A tour of some of the new luxury parts of her home were shown to the twins, and they were given free reign of them all. The first few days were spent getting themselves settled in to their new job and soon to be home. It was the day they were lead into the basement that Evelyn judged their feelings toward her herd of fatties. Appalled by the shear mass of some of the girls Feira and Fiera wasted no time in making them all feel hopelessly obese. Evelyn knew this would keep the others in check and once that set in she would turn the tables on the twins. The only person who knew of Evelyn's plan was Sara as she had watched everyone else bloat to obscenely obese proportions far to many times. Sara took the abuse with stride knowing they would have their turn and it would be sooner then they think.It had been several months and the twins loved their job so much they moved fully into Evelyn's home. The herd however all except for Sara had become so depressed from the constant humiliation, that it was apparent some of them had gotten even larger from it all. Something the twins were quick to point out and add to their humiliation. When Evelyn was absolutely sure their collective moral had gotten lower she sprung her trap. Sara wanted to see them fatten to vast proportions almost as much as Evelyn and that is what Evelyn was banking on. Leaving some full shackles near Sara's bed one morning and a note merely saying 'I know you will enjoy this my dear show them 'my' hospitality to the degree I once shown you'. The plan was set in motion Soon Sarah would cuff them down and fatten them to epic proportions. Having been on the receiving end for so long Evelyn knew Sarah would happily join her in the plan maybe eventually become Evelyn's 'little' helper.That night Sara talked Natasha and Fiona into helping her get the twins cuffed down. Sara had a plan to fatten them as well something she knew would work. It required the help of Natasha and Fiona to pull off. The next day the twins stride down into the basement and begin their humiliation of everyone. Suddenly Fiona and Natasha pounce on them and Sara cuffs them to nearby large sturdy chairs.“Well now what do we have here” Sara said caressing their chests “A couple temptresses who are gonna join our growing herd I think” Sara nodded at Fiona and Natasha.It was a few moments and the plan was executed perfectly by Sara something Evelyn was betting on. The twins were exactly the same in their figures; large FF breasts, slim toneless abs, slim arms, toneless legs, and slim hips. A feast at first to test their limits was all Sara needed soon others joined in. Jun was always happy to take advantage of the weak and helpless especially as she saw her former life in them her anger would only fatten the twins even more. Natasha was too downtrodden to be of much help and Fiona was about the same. Nevertheless Natasha and Fiona watched as Jun and Sara enacted their anger-spurned stuffing upon the twins. Months of ruthless stuffing and humiliation quickly took their toll on the twins figures; their already large breasts expanded to GG, toneless abs quickly lost under tightly packed jiggly guts, slim arms quickly softening and jiggling, toneless legs expanding to flabby thunder thighs, and their slim hips quickly lost under layers of fat. Collectively the herd was happy with their work, but Sara and Jun were far from done.Allowing them to wander the now locked basement a few times Jun and Sara made the barrage of feasts and humiliation worse by the day. Every pound gained was torture for the twins while they enjoyed never having to do anything they hated becoming bulging cows for these fatties to humiliate. Despite their iron will eventually their collective mass was so large it took Natasha to help them stand. The twins now were so obese they weighed as much if not a bit more then Natasha; their breasts swelled to JJ cup size, their bellies tightly packed beach balls of fat, their thighs now touching all the way past their knees, their hips now wide and swaying constantly. It was when they officially became the largest fatties in the herd that Evelyn made her appearance. Watching in awe as Evelyn expressed her power over everyone the twins sat not tied but bound helplessly in fat.“My oh my how the mighty have fallen” Evelyn said patting their bulging guts in unison “To think it was months ago that you were both bombshells and now your just flabby pigs like all the others” Evelyn smiled a devious grin. “Sara my dear come upstairs I have a proposal for you” Evelyn said to everyone's shock. Evil Stepmother VI Evelyn lead Sarah upstairs as she did Sarah realized how massive she had become since being trapped in the basement. Hips rubbing the walls and railing Sarah barely made it through the vaulted door. Enjoying the struggle Evelyn snickered for a bit as Sarah struggled before helping her. Being dulled ot the laughter and humiliation Sarah eventually got into the kitchen. Exhausted and out of breathe Sarah sat upon a massive chair that was at a table filled with snacks. Without prompt Sarah began eating the snacks Evelyn patted Sarah on the head as if to confirm her actions as good. Positive attention was something Evelyn never gave any of her prized hogs. Sarah gleamed with a small ray of joy with the attention. “Now my good number one piggy we have to find some new victims i grow bored with these old piggies we need someone fresh any ideas” Evelyn said twirling Sarah’s hair and patting the side of her vast gut. Sarah was distracted by the positive attention for a while before she responded “Yes one person comes to mind she always flirted with me in college Michelle B. Greene I have not seen her in a while” Sarah was not sure why she said that she felt like it was coaxed out of her. “Hmmm perhaps some blackmail and a bit of disreputable attention is in order thanks Sarah you may stay upstairs if you wish I need you to help me this one will be rather...evil” Evelyn says playing with Sarah’s hair then patting her shoulder. Sarah was elated to see daylight the next morning and finally sleep in a comfy bed again. The new bathroom and shower were perfect making her feel very refreshed. The big breakfast she ate hardly seemed a chore and more of a reward for her new position. She hardly felt a prisoner even with just few hours in her new position. Sure she was still required to keep herself fat, but with the power she would soon have over all the others it felt worth it. Evelyn knew after being corrupted Sarah would help her keep the others nice and demoralized. The plan also included making Sarah in charge of the cooking and meal prep for the fatties. It was a perfect solution to the labor required for all the piggies. A week or two of training and some encouraging Sarah was ready to take up her role as second in command. With glee she stuffed and humiliated the others keeping some of them bound for hours beyond needed. Evelyn was more than elated and began working on her plan to reward Sarah for her new efforts. Sarah had become the monster that she once loathed and took great pleasure in stuffing and humiliating the other piggies. A dastardly plan was soon unfurled by Evelyn while complex it slowly began to turn others against Michelle. The time to Evelyn seemed worth it in the end it gave her more time to prepare and to train Sarah. A month had passed and it was apparent Sarah was anxious for someone new. Evelyn was happy to deliver as the time soon became perfect and she executed her ploy. The local news soon received a tip that Michelle was head of a theft ring in the city. While untrue a few pictures and rumors of her crimes quickly turned everyone she knew against her. Evelyn then stepped in as a saving grace and provided the evidence to clean her name but not before the damage was done. With nobody trusting her and seeming the entire city against her Michelle turned to her only saviour Evelyn. Soon after Michelle had her things moved in with Evelyn. Sarah wasted no time introducing herself and Michelle was shocked at how fat Sarah had become. Not wanting to ruin her only home in the city she kept her cruel thoughts to herself for now. Sarah knew she wanted to say something, and soon setup time alone with their new guest. “Wow Sarah I am sorry if it totally sounds rude or whatever but you have gotten like massively obese” Michelle said softly so only Sarah heard her. “I know” Sarah said eating a gallon of chocolate ice cream acting like it hurt her “it is like I have no control around food anymore.” “Well I am sure that is not helping with this” Michelle said pointing to the ice cream and poking Sarah’s gut. Sarah ate the last of the ice cream before responding “I know it isn’t but i can’t stop shoveling food into my face.” “Do you even know what a reasonable portion of food is anymore, wow apparently not fatty” Michelle whispered picking up the ice cream container and throwing it away. Sarah was insulted but knew what was going to happen, and that she needed to have a part in it. Michelle was gullable to a damning fault and frequently believed nearly everything she was told. Sarah knew this and was planning on using it to eventually lure her into the trap. However that basically meant she had to sit here and take the verbal abuse. Sarah also had a plan for that as well playing her part for now she followed into the kitchen. “I am sorry my bloated gut upsets you Michelle” Sarah said brushing her belly up against Michelle’s rear. Startled Michelle turned around suddenly “Do you even know how large that thing is” Michelle said slapping Sarah’s gut. “Well not really it is always so full and bloated” Sarah said getting close to Michelle again. “Hey now I am into girls not whales Sarah, I may have found you attractive before you became a blubbery mass” Michelle said grabbing the sides of Sarah’s gut “But certainly not now” Michelle let go of her gut and made a wincing face. Sarah only smiled as Michelle walked away knowing she may not feel that way once she is as fat as her. The next morning Sarah and Michelle ate breakfast and chatted.“So Sarah how in the world did little you become this whale of your former self, you were so hot before all the flab” Michelle said gesturing.“Honestly Michelle I don’t remember all the details just that one day i was eating in this diner and i saw this oddly dressed lady in a red sparkling dress and a white mask, then things get fuzzy, torture, humiliation, as well as feast after feast this lady stuffed into me, and I am guessing a year or some such later, this...” Sarah said looking scared then patted her gut for emphasis.Michelle looked enthralled by the story and as Sarah finished telling it came to her side. “Oh Sarah that is horrible I am sorry for berading you about it I had thought you did this to yourself” Michelle said hugging Sarah.Evelyn watched things unfurl and knew Sarah was setting something up but was curious where it was going. She just watched and waited curious how Sarah would fatten Michelle up to obese proportions.Sarah continued to play the part she had made up and all the while luring Michelle closer to her. After Michelle was very close to Sarah some months later Sarah sprung the trap. A little gas later and Michelle was out cold Sarah carried her into the basement and cuffed her to a chair that was bolted to the floor in The Punishment Room. Recruiting Evelyn to play the part of the red dress lady in the white mask Sarah began her plan. To add to the story Sarah was cuffed to a large bed when Michelle woke up.“Sarah are you ok” Michelle said trying to get out of her bonds and looking around the concrete room with a large metal door. The walls were barren except for the walls by the door which had large sturdy shelves. The bed Sarah was cuffed to was near Michelle in the middle of the room.“Yeah oh my gosh i can’t move” Sarah said tugging at the bonds she was in “No not again please not again” Sarah said struggling a bit more.“Oh god is this the place where that lady fattened you up Sarah” Michelle said trying her bonds again struggling.No sooner did Michelle finish talking the door burst open and Jun and Natasha pushed several massive carts of food into the room. Following them was Evelyn dressed in a red sparkling dress and a white mask. Michelle was shocked, while Sarah acted like she froze in fear. Evelyn lead Jun and Natasha out of the room cuffing them to a large drum of shake that was soon being pumped into them both. Walking back into the room Evelyn closed the door locking it with a key she had.“I do hope you remember me Sarah I am glad you met a new friend i am in need of a new piggy” hiding her voice Evelyn pushed a cart over to Sarah and snapped her fingers.“I will be good please don’t hurt me” Sarah stopped acting fearful and instead played the part of a more relaxed prisoner.Michelle stared in awe at the food that was soon stuffed into Sarah by this mad woman in red. An entire cart fit into Sarah before the woman turned her gaze to Michelle.“I am not gonna sit here and let you fatten me up lady you are crazy” Michelle fought with her bonds.“No i do not suspect you will that is why you will not be awake” Evelyn said drawing a syringe and stabbing it into Michelle.“Ouch hey...no please... i don’t wanna…. be a fatty” Michelle barely said before she passed out.Evelyn let Sarah up from the bed and Sarah hooked Michelle up to the pump machine while Evelyn took care of the other fatties. As the machine made sure she was at her max capacity it also filled her with sedatives and appetite stimulants. Michelle awoke some time later in a haze she felt a tube down her throat, her stomach painfully full. She saw Sarah being force fed another cart of food by the woman before she passed out again. Not sure how much time had passed Michelle awoke to someone cutting off her clothes it was Sarah, standing behind Sarah was the woman laughing. Michelle tried to struggle but was still painfully full and so very weak. Sarah looked very afraid and was soon lead back to the bed and cuffed down again. Michelle watched more food be stuffed into Sarah, before the lady walked over to her side. Poking Michelle in the painfully full belly the lady laughed and shook her head.“Soon when this is larger we will have fun with you i am training Sarah here to be a good piggy then she will have fun with you for my amusement” Evelyn said hiding her voice and patting Michelle’s belly.Michelle only managed to squirm slightly before she passed out again. The next time she awoke she was cuffed hands and feet to the bed while Sarah sat next to her with a cart of food. Sarah looked at her with pleading eyes and Michelle opened her mouth accepting the food given. A painfully large amount of food later the lady told Sarah to make Michelle comfortable. Soon Michelle was being massaged and rubbed down by Sarah while the lady watched. Michelle enjoyed the rubbing and massaging from Sarah, but soon more food followed. Michelle was kept well massaged and stuffed to her max for an entire day before being allowed to rest. Her rest however was short and soon more food followed, once again Sarah was the one feeding Michelle. This pattern began to repeat over and over for quite some time. Given loads of food daily and no exercise at all Michelle soon began to fatten up rather quickly. By the time a month had passed Michelle was hardly the fit person she was before. Her small arms had began to soften rather quickly. The small perky breasts she had soon began to enlarge several cup sizes. Tone Abs quickly softened under her constantly engorged belly. Thighs of a model disappeared under a layer of flab. The small butt she once slowly became larger and softer. If she had a scale she would have seen her weight go from 125 to 185 in a month. Michelle was however never given a single hint of what time was or how much had passed. The only time she knew was stuffing beyond full and resting with massages. It was not long after the first month had passed that Michelle really began to appreciate the massages Sarah gave her. She even on occasions became aroused by them, Sarah began to notice this.The second month would be far worse than the first for Michelle. As she was strapped to a strange chair with a tube down her throat and a vibrator inside her. The tube was connected to a large vat of liquid with an attached pump. As the liquid was pumped into her stomach the vibrator went off causing her to climax over and over as she was stuffed with the strange liquid. The entire time this happened Sarah was just within eye shot being force fed feasts by the lady. Insults and humiliation was given to both of them the entire time. Repeating day after day for hours Michelle slowly began to become aroused when she was being stuffed or when Sarah was. Conditioning her even more in this way was of course Evelyn playing the part of the lady. Eventually Michelle’s willpower like her spirit broke completely and Evelyn knew the exact moment when it did. Using Sarah Michelle was stuffed and force fed even more day after day. The size of meals and the amount of fattening liquid she could hold in her belly becoming incredible. This whole procedure took several months and the toll it had on Michelle’s figure was grand indeed.Michelle was forced to stare at her fattening figure daily as she was permitted to get ready in a private bathroom. Her breasts had happily gotten at least one cup size larger than before. The slightly flabby belly she once had quickly became a bulging gut nearly constantly full, and when it was she found herself aroused by it. Her thighs also fast becoming that of an extremely large woman, smashing together and hanging over her knees. Her hips and butt fast filling chairs and brushing against doorways. The extreme pear shape she had only aroused her even more as her body was fattened. The thought of this bothered her but she could do little to stop it her own thoughts were turning against her. Never permitted to see her weight on the scale she was weighed with Michelle didn’t have a clue she was fast approaching 350lbs.Sarah stood outside the door of the bathroom nearby “Michelle I have something to tell you” she said in an alluring tone.“Yes Sarah” Michelle opened the door and stood there naked staring at Sarah who was also naked.As their eyes locked they both had no need of words and quickly embraced each other in passionate kissing. It did not shock Evelyn at all she knew of Sarah’s desires and had planned on this happening. That whole event just made Evelyn step up her feedings and conditioning of Michelle. Not knowing that it was her plan the entire time Sarah fell into line even more than before. All the while also helping Evelyn ensure the others were kept full and low in moral. By the time the entire event was over Michelle and Sarah had fully become a couple. Evelyn kept the disguise up knowing that it was a grand idea to fully convert many of the future fatties she would make in a similar manner. Eventually June and Natasha became a couple with similar conditioning. While Fiona had become a lover to both Michelle and Sarah after her conditioning by Evelyn.“This worked out rather well I must say now who to fatten next this next victim should be a special one” Evelyn said to herself while watching security monitors. Evil Stepmother VIIIt had been some time since Evelyn had used Sarah’s gullible nature to further imprison everyone she had fattened. After they all fell in love with each other Evelyn knew they would only want for each others company and completely forget about any glimmer of hope. Her task however had far from completed beautiful people still walked around out in the world, and Evelyn was determined to make them all fat.Jun by now was close to 600 lbs and barely got around the basement facility without a lot of help. Most of her obese life was spent sitting, so her muscles barely kept up. The rage Jun felt for her current situation was directed solely at Sarah. Evelyn was just a psycho to Jun and Sarah was the reason Jun needed help just to waddle about. However the truth of the matter was that Sarah was hardly to blame it was someone both Sarah and Jun hated that lead Jun to Evelyn. Bianca was a very rich and gifted woman who excelled at removing people she deemed a threat to her. Jun was just such a person and unfortunately Bianca knew a bit about Evelyn. Having been silently watching Evelyn for sometime and quietly gathering information about what she does. Bianca knew a dangerous amount of information about Evelyn and what she does to women. As such Bianca used this to remove all her competition and only one person stood in her way. The firm Bianca worked for was very male run and looks got you very far in the company Bianca knew this. Using her looks she nearly got all the way to the top of the firm. The only person stopping her was Keisha. Keisha was a very busty, very dark skinned beauty. Using her looks and breast size Keisha has worked her way to the top of the law firm. Despite being on top Keisha made loads of enemies on her way up and lots of people wanted to see her gone. The only thing keeping Keisha in her position on top was her looks. Most of the women at the firm did not like Keisha, mostly due to her attitude. Lots of people at the firm however loved Bianca, something Bianca was using to her advantage. The adoration of many people at the firm and a few well placed hints was all Bianca needed. Once the trap was sprung Keisha never knew what happened. A flurry of events lead to Keisha being fired and Bianca becoming head of the entire firm. To further make things worse for Keisha the plot also leaked a photo and information to Evelyn. The secret of who sent this information her was was never discovered, but Evelyn didn’t care. Having someone practically delivered to her clutches was unusual, but not unappreciated. Along with Keisha’s information being leaked to Evelyn was a plan on how to get her working for Evelyn. This entire event seemed too good to be true for Evelyn, but all her sources told her it was legit.The following weeks after her termination were rough for Keisha. She had enough money to last a few weeks but needed a new place fast. Showing up as if by some miracle was Evelyn saying she needed someone to help her acquire more land to build some sort of massive elaborate building. Eager for money and a job Keisha took the opportunity. However as Bianca planned she was so eager to get back to work Keisha didn’t read the fine print of her new contract. That mistake while planned was what the entire contract with Evelyn was built on Keisha not noticing. Falling into Evelyn’s clutches Keisha met up with her new boss and talked about business. Having the signed contract Keisha moved into an apartment built above Evelyn’s home. The entire third floor of Evelyn’s home was normally unused and converting it into a complete apartment was simple work. Having everything she needed right at home Keisha began her job of digging through loads of legal paperwork. The job was tedious and lengthy, but at least she got loads of free food with it. Some of the details left with Evelyn were a long list of the comfort foods Keisha could not resist. The kitchen on the third floor was stocked to the brim with all of Keisha’s favorite foods. Every morning Keisha would talk business with Evelyn over a large plate of doughnuts a food Keisha had no willpower around. Evelyn obviously laced all of the food and drinks supplied to Keisha with appetite stimulants. Having a month of sitting around and being oddly ragingly hungry quickly took its toll on Keisha. Obviously most of Keisha’s weight went to her breasts which expanded from a 36DDD to a 36G. Her arms once slightly tone quickly became soft. Her tone belly expanded outward to a small paunch jiggling slightly. Her thighs and hips expanded slightly become far less defined. Her butt once tone quickly became soft. Her weight of 140 quickly became 180 and showed no signs of stopping. Carefully planned the entire event lead up to the last day of her ‘employment’. Keisha had done what she was hired to do and got Evelyn all the information she needed to seize and build a large building in the cities dock district. Evelyn invited her to the building for a show of what she planned to build. This was the final part of the plot that would make Keisha immensely obese and fulfill a permanent employee for Evelyn.It was a dark night and few stars were out in the sky. A chill breeze made for comfort from the scorching heat of the day. Evelyn drove into the lot of the massive empty dark building. Walking through the massive building was simple and a fairly uneventful trip. Until suddenly charging from the shadows at the ladies were masked figures one of the shot Keisha with some sort of dart which the others acted like they were chasing Evelyn. As she fell asleep from the dart, Keisha saw only boots walking toward her as she lay on the ground. Once she was out the figures helped load Keisha into the vehicle and accepted their payment from Evelyn. Driving right back to her house Evelyn forced Natasha to help get Keisha into the punishment room. After Keisha was secured in the punishment room Evelyn told Jun she had someone else to fatten up. Jun was given a specific set of instructions and told if she helped she would be allowed access to the upstairs. Jun wanted more than every to escape however her immense obesity prevented her from doing so. Instead of plotting some sort of escape Jun instead used her frustration and anger as motivation to fatten someone else. Slowly becoming more like Evelyn, Jun was given access to all sorts of methods of torture and fattening. Using all her tools and food available Jun began following the instruction left for her by Evelyn. Keisha was kept heavily sedated and was regularly force fed by Jun. During these force feedings Jun used Natasha to poke and pleasure Keisha. Rewarding good behaviour during feedings with pleasure and bad ones with humiliation. A pattern left unbroken for months left its toll on Keisha.Jun’s ruthless torture and feedings only paused for a few inspections. During these inspections Natasha would assist Jun in measuring and weighing Keisha. After months of this repetition Keisha had dramatic changes. Her 36G breasts had expanded to 48J jutting out from her chest perfectly. Her arms fattening rather quickly looking soft and jiggly. Her belly fast becoming a giant roll still hiding under her breasts. Her thighs touching halfway to her knees and her hips fast filling all normal chairs. Her butt fast becoming a bubble butt looking more like giant pillows. Her weight climbed quickly from 180 to 300 and was obviously no where near close to stopping. Keisha had little memory of what happened due to all the sedatives. Jun kept up the pace and continued to use Natasha to help. The feeding and torture got more and more intense as things progressed. The entire affair was more work than Jun had done in quite some time. Evelyn saw where all this was leading and smiled an evil grin knowing full well there thing would go. The plan continued for many more months and the bond between Natasha and Jun grew stronger than before.Jun soon had thing well under control and as Keisha approached the goals set in the plan Evelyn interviended. As planned Keisha was knocked out and returned to the warehouse in similar clothes but now at her current weight of 550 lbs. Waking up from her stupor Keisha saw a van speed away and headlights turn towards her slowly. As she struggled to stand with her incredible girth she stared in awe at her new body. The car approaching her stopped and the driver door opened revealing Evelyn. Running toward Keisha as if concerned Evelyn quickly looked Keisha over with surprised eyes.“Keisha?” Evelyn said putting a hand on her shoulder “you have been missing for some time nobody knows what happened to you!”“OH EVELYN” Keisha said crying into Evelyn’s shoulder.“There...there...dear” Evelyn said patting Keisha on the shoulder “you must be exhausted let’s get you into the car.”“Ok Evelyn how did you know...where to find me” Keisha said waddling carefully to the car.“My dear the detectives I hired said they found the kidnappers and paid the ransom” Evelyn lied.“Oh...Evelyn how...will I...ever repay you...” Keisha said in between breaths “I owe you...big time...can we stop somewhere to eat...”“My dear I am not sure if I was in your position that I would be thinking about food at all but if it is what you wish I know just the place” Evelyn said smiling an evil smile.“Well I am sure I probably don’t need more food...” Keisha said stopping at the car to catch her breath “I am absolutely starving.”“Then the place I know of will be perfect” Evelyn said opening the door for Keisha and adjusting the seat all the way back.“Thanks Evelyn I feel safer knowing that you are helping me” Keisha sat in the car with great effort barely fitting as Evelyn shut the door.“Don’t worry dear Evelyn is here to help you now let’s get you something to eat” Evelyn said smiling while shifting into reverse.A drive through the streets to a small vacant buffet later and they get out. Unbeknownst to Keisha this buffet was completely rented out by Evelyn moments before she came to ‘save’ her. Not knowing what she was walking into Keisha waddled with great speed driven by raging hunger to the buffet. Evelyn easily kept up and opened the door for Keisha, the wind gushing outward carrying with it wonderful smells. Intoxicated by the wondrous smells Keisha quickly made her way inside not even realizing nobody stopped her or asked her to pay. Well out of site from Keisha Evelyn nodded at the hostess and most of the crew bowed to her in return all smiling. The first three plates Keisha cleared were all easy for her to get up and get but soon she started to struggle standing by the fifth plate she was barely able to get up and get more. Evelyn just smiled at her and clapped her hands loudly. Before Keisha could respond five more plates were placed in front of her by the staff. Smiling they all bowed and walked away with the empty plates. Along with the plates they left several drinks of various nature. Some of the drinks were alcoholic and yet others were heavily drugged with appetite stimulants. Keisha gorges and gorged for seemingly hours as she finished the last plate five more were placed in front of her again. Many full plates later Keisha meagerly sat there attempting to rub her vast belly now so full and bloated she could it reach it all.“*BELCH* ...oh my goodness Evelyn I am so sorry...I don’t know what happened there it was very odd” Keisha said barely able to get words out between breaths.“My dear Keisha none of us have any idea what they did to you there is no need for formalities, besides my dear it was clear to me you needed fed” Evelyn says this standing up and pulling a chair up beside the bench Keisha nearly fully occupies.“Oh thank you Evelyn...what do we do now I can’t get back into the legal business looking like this” Keisha said patting her bulk for effect.“Of course not my dear we cannot allow others to see you like this come live with me and be my personal lawyer someone in my line of work needs legal assistance at a discounted price” Evelyn says with an evil smile and an extended hand.Shaking Evelyn’s hand smiling “Deal Evelyn for room and board and...food costs I will happily handle all your legal work.”“My dear we will be the beginning of an expansive relationship” Evelyn smiled a rather evil smile as they shook hands.Keisha was not sure what Evelyn meant by that but she was happy to have a job doing legal work behind the scenes. Evelyn was happy to have someone to fix up all her legal issues her next big plan may involve a lot of complicated legal matters. The part of Keisha’s contract she didn’t read however bound her to employment with Evelyn and nobody else if for some reason Keisha ever were to weigh over 490 lbs. At this current moment Keisha was close to 515 lbs and far from her weight of 140. Her breasts now easily the size of watermelons and sat perky upon her massive belly. Her arms now flabby hams bulging over her elbows. Her belly a vast gut hanging down her lap covering her knees. Her thighs and hips so large she had trouble clearing doors. Her butt sticking far behind her like bulging couch cushions. Her will to leave Evelyn’s side completely crushed like her hopes of ever weighing a reasonable weight again. Thanks to appetite stimulants and large portions Keisha never gets her will to leave back ever again.Sitting quietly in her study Evelyn looks at plans for her next big operation “Now that i have someone to clear all these pesky legal matters out of my way it is time to begin the next phase of my plan.” Looking at her plans for a massive building on the site that Keisha helped her acquire Evelyn smiles a vile grin of pure malice. Evil Stepmother VIIIEvelyn sat in her kitchen discussing some legal matters with Keisha and several properties she bought. One was a buffet in town she called Greedy Guts. Another was a Halloween themed hotel she bought outside the city called The Wrong Room Hotel. Finally the Third was the large warehouse she acquired near the docks. The most interesting was her designs for the warehouse. She planned to convert it into a massive upper-class restaurant on the second and third levels with the bottom level being a cheap buffet. The cheap buffet was incredibly unhealthy much like her buffet Greedy Guts. It also gave huge discounts to return patrons, encouraging continuous return trips. The trick was of course that the upper-class levels could all see the buffet without the buffet being able to see any of the upper levels. This allowed the upper-class people to all view the fattening patrons on the lower levels. Video cameras allowed Evelyn to see all the fatties from her home. She needed someone to advertise for her new businesses and make sure they all had a growing supply of fattened patrons.Dalisay was from the Philippines and her family was all brought to America by her newly acquired wealth as an advertising specialist. She worked around the city mostly as an independent contractor. Her family was having trouble finding jobs till a new buffet opened up called Greedy Guts. The owner decided to not only hire her entire family, but to also legally help them become citizens. Dalisay was so grateful she had to meet this benevolent business owner. A few discussions later and Dalisay met with Evelyn and her legal officer Keisha. The size of her legal officer nearly made Dalisay’s head spin she had never in her life seen someone so large. Evelyn was perfectly dressed and clearly showed her upper-class position. Dalisay worked with her new business deals Evelyn usually had food around when they did. The treats left around their work areas were nearly impossible to resist and Dalisay ended up more often than not stuffed before she left. However great the deal there was only one person standing in Evelyn’s way, the new Mayor Lisa Cromwell. Lisa had a campaign of weight loss and gyms in the city to combat what she called the ‘Expanding Epidemic’. Her campaign ads where all over the city and many of the city folk all hated them. Mayor Lisa was known to have a strong support of the cities peoples. The only thing the people of the city wished was that Lisa dropped this silly exercise ad campaign. Something Evelyn was happy to discover and begin to plot a plan to exploit.The master plan as always began with Evelyn’s favorite means of manipulation good old fashioned blackmail. Mayor Lisa apparently has a few vices she keeps well hidden from the common masses of the people. One of those vices is a crippling addiction to chocolate of any kind. The second is very bribeable and took brides from several corporations to allow them to construct buildings in areas they are not legally allowed to. Both of these interested Evelyn greatly and she set about getting her plan in motion. The first half of her plan was to make sure a local chocolate shop she owned would be sending it richest most fattening chocolates to the Mayor’s house regularly. The second half of her plan involved setting up a meeting with the Mayor regularly to talk with her, and secretly take her to all the fattening restaurants in the city. Evelyn knew the Mayor would not eat the food at these places normally. So with careful choosing the restaurants all had incredibly well made chocolate desserts. Dalisay was brought along for all these ventures as well to get ideas for advertisements. The places they were to dine at all are owned by Evelyn thanks to Keisha’s hard work. Evelyn also wanted to bring Dalisay along because she was unhappy at how skinny and beautiful she was. Obviously Evelyn had to make sure Dalisay was far too fat to be compared to her. However Evelyn knew this would not make the Mayor as fat as she wanted her to be, drastic things would have to be done for that.As they traveled around visiting with the Mayor and learning her favorite places that Evelyn owned. Dalisay found herself increasingly forced to eat one large meal after another with Evelyn. She tried to resist all the eating at first for maybe a week she held out. However her expanding stomach and the appetite stimulants Evelyn was secretly putting in all her water changed things fast. Dalisay never ate such rich fattening foods before meeting Evelyn, and now she was gorging on them daily. The effect of her new lifestyle quickly began to catch up with her waistline. The long family heritage of Dalisay was almost all thin people. Her family was happy she was doing well and did not care at all about her weight. Dalisay herself however was very distraught at her expanding belly, which is where most of the weight seemed to be going. Her whole body got chubby really quickly, but it was her belly that took the most of the weight. Evelyn was very elated to see Dalisay getting chubby so quickly, however her main target was the Mayor. In that area however no seeming change seemed to occur at all yet. The Mayor frustratingly remained unaware of who kept sending her the chocolates. However Evelyn knew it would only be a matter of time before the chocolates started to breakdown the Mayor’s willpower. It was after Evelyn had a hint it was working she knew it was time to double up the chocolates and begin her second phase.“Lisa I feel like we are good friends now would you agree” Evelyn said placing a unlabeled rich chocolate on the table.The Mayor grabbed the chocolate and gobbled it up without much thought. “Of course...Evelyn...I enjoy our lunches” Lisa smiled while talking between bites of chocolate.“Oh good cause I would really hate to lose you as a friend for any reason” Evelyn said leaning in to whisper distance when she did.Mayor Lisa swallowed her chocolatea concerned expression on her face looking strangely at Evelyn “why do you say that?”Evelyn whispered “because I happened to have damning evidence on your illicit property deals in the docks and brides taken by several major corporations in the city I would hate for this to fall in the wrong hands” Evelyn said putting her hand on Lisa’s shoulder.*gulp* The mayor swallowed in fear looking at Evelyn with great apprehension. She knew her deals were not only damning they were mandatory prison time and a federal offense.“Now I can keep all this evidence under lock and key away from the public as long as it needs to but you are going to have to start listening to what I ask from now on” Evelyn continued whispering a devious smile on her face.Lisa simply nodded an expression of fear on her face as she looked into Evelyn’s cold eyes.“First order of business Mayor Lisa is to take down all those exercise posters around the entire city tomorrow” Evelyn said smiling her hand still firmly on Lisa’s shoulder. “Second order of business from now on you are going to eat real delicious food at everyone of our meetings from now on are we clear on those two” Evelyn said coldly.“Yes of course that is no problem” Lisa said fear in her voice.“Excellent” Evelyn lightened her grip slightly but not much “thirdly the people you sold the dock property too are members of several nasty gangs that have been using the building you sold them to smuggle drugs into the city” Evelyn lied adding to the blackmail. “So as a result of this you now have gang ties as well this may complicate your job a little so you will be staying with me as often as possible from now on clear” Evelyn once again tightened her grip slightly.Lisa could not get any more worried or afraid than she had been at that moment “yes Evelyn whatever you say!”Those words were always sweet music to Evelyn she paused talking for a brief moment to enjoy that phrase. “This campaign of working out is over now begins your campaign of all the foods in the city, literally every tasty bite of them all, and I do not ever want to hear any insubordination or many people in powerful places hear about all your problems Mayor” Evelyn let go of her shoulder and patted Lisa’s trim abs while saying that.Lisa said nothing else and just tried to process all of what just happened. Even if she went to the cops the gang Evelyn mentioned were literally everywhere. Running from them would be impossible let alone trying to explain to police when they own a warehouse in the city that is illegally zoned. Whatever feasts Evelyn gave her was better than getting messed up with that gang. Placing a hand on her firm abs something told Lisa this would be the last time she felt them so fit.Dalisay cursed to herself as she feebly attempted to button her size 8 pants. When this entire affair started Dalisay was a size 0, now however her bulging belly has forced her into a size 10. She was very unhappy and vowed to start working out after her meetings with Evelyn. However Evelyn was already aware of Dalisay’s plan and immediately had a counter to prevent her working out. Dalisay was given the task of redesigning all the signs and ads for Evelyn’s 11 businesses. The biggest change to this however was she had to do it at Evelyn’s house on Evelyn’s computer. Dalisay was forced to not only eat too much all day long at different restaurants. Additionally now she had to sit at Evelyn’s house that was snack filled while working. The snacks were more meals left in a buffet style served all day long for Keisha. Dalisay also noticed a lot of other very large women there as well including some that looked barely able to walk they were so fat. Dalisay sat quietly working trying to avoid all the fat women, but it did not last long. Eventually she could not take it anymore and began talking to them, while taking a break for another dinner. This chat and small talk did wonders for moral with all the other piggies Evelyn kept. It also subconsciously made Dalisay oblivious to her own fattening body even more. These new events plus Sarah helping Evelyn replace Dalisay’s clothes with larger ones. Ensured Dalisay was at least for a while unaware of her gaining form.Mayor Lisa was not taking the whole turn of events well after her meeting with Evelyn. When she got home she drank an entire bottle of wine. She then sat down on her couch and polished off two full boxes of rich decadent chocolates before passing out. The next day was not much better she could hardly focus on doing what she was told to do. Several times during the day the same chocolate company would drop off more chocolates at her office. Lisa was devouring chocolates and hiding in her office all day till it was time for lunch with Evelyn. When that time came around Evelyn with Dalisay would happily get the Mayor in a limo and take her to several restaurants. This horror of fattening feasts for Lisa and Dalisay happened for several hours daily. Lisa continued to try and workout after work, but with all the rich foods in her she quickly found it impossible to keep a decent pace. Her workouts fast became just walks and then nothing at all. The lack of exercise, now constant stream of rich chocolates, and drinking from all the stress quickly changed things for Lisa. Evelyn noticed all this and really began to increase her time with the Mayor. This also increased the time Dalisay was with them as well therefore making both women eat even more.It had been a long while since the Mayor had gone to the gym. She sat in her living room finishing her third box of chocolates before lunch. Being a weekend she did not have any obligations to the city simply obligations to Evelyn. Worriedly she sat there finishing off the box and drinking the last of her morning mocha. One of the things Evelyn made her do was enjoy four mochas everyday all of them made with heavy whipping cream and loads of sugar. This amongst the constant rich fattening feasts quickly caused the Major to go from fit to flabby. Her once fit frame of 137 lbs(61 kg) at 5’9”(176 cm) quickly became 235 lbs(106 kg). Her muscled arms quickly becoming soft losing definition. Her breasts went from a toned C cup to a flabby E cup. Her abs once a six pack where quickly buried under a thick roll of flab encasing her torso. Her toned thighs fast became blubbery. Her ass one tight and toned, became soft and jiggly. She however was not alone in her fattening Dalisay was also significantly fatter.Dalisay found that her figure since meeting Evelyn had gone from 115 lbs(52 kg) at 5’3”(161 cm) to 255 lbs(115 kg). Her small B cup breasts slowly expanded to C cup. Her flat stomach rapidly became a large singular fat roll, engulfing her lap nearly completely when she sat down. Her small legs fattened touching in the middle slightly. Her butt expanded slightly as well taking up more space as she sat down. The biggest change for Dalisay was her appetite she nearly constantly gorged herself now. Whereas before she only really ate when she needed to. Her massive bulging gut rapidly expanded to take up a lot of space when she sat down. It also always entered the room before she did when she walked through doorways. She had to waddle now simply became her gut bounced off her legs making walking uncomfortable when she was full. Thanks to Evelyn she was nearly always full.Evelyn was far from done however she insisted the mayor use her connections in the city. These connections gave Evelyn even more power and control throughout the city. Allowing her to spread her fattening crusade to nearly all aspects of the city. Even the poor areas of the city were flooded with buffets and fast food places on every corner. It was rapidly becoming clear to the Major that Evelyn was not going to stop till she was the only thin person in the city. Lisa tried to find some information on Evelyn somewhere to stop her from fattening the entire city, but it was more difficult than she imagined. Everytime she thought she had a lead on something Evelyn would discover it and punish her. Each of these more frequent punishments added more food and weight to the Major’s expanding frame. A few more months later and the Major looked nothing like someone who was once in shape, and looked more like someone who had no control around food.Lisa helplessly watched her figure expand even more as Evelyn enacted her food filled punishments. Her 235 lbs(106 kg) rapidly expanded to 385 lbs(174 kg). Her flabby arms became like large hams and jiggled constantly. Her large F cup breasts rapidly expanded to giant H cups. Her thick flab roll around her torso, became a massive ocean of several large rolls covering her lap. Her blubbery thighs rapidly touched all the way past her knees, hanging over her knees. Her ass now so large and blubbery she almost needed several chairs to sit. Dalisay however had it worse than the Major.Dalisay gorged herself helpless past 255 lbs(115 kg) and well into 407 lbs(184 kg). Her C cup breasts slowly became D cup. Her massive flabby singular fat roll quickly engulfed her legs entirely sitting or standing. Her thighs now touched nearly all the way to her knees. Her flabby fattened butt looked small compared to her fattening waist. Her waddling became very slow and labored as she was nearly constantly filled to her maximum.Evelyn did not stop however her determination to not only ruin the Major but rule the city becoming her singular focus. Through the Major she did terrible things most of which the Major got blamed for. Several laws and regulations involving fattening foods and food substances were completely removed from labels throughout the city. She stepped up her fattening game with the Major nearly twofold in the following months. The Major had no hope of will to resist Evelyn anymore her expanding bulk slowly owning her constant thought. Evelyn was nearing her contentment with the bulk Dalisay had acquired.The Major hopelessly watched as her figure was crammed to its maximum with fattening feast after fattening feast. Her 385 lbs(174 kg) became an astonishing 557 lbs(252 kg) rather rapidly. Her arms nearly completely hung over her elbows and jiggled constantly. Her giant H cup breasts rapidly became massive L cups. Her ocean of several rolls expanding from her torso rapidly covered her lap both standing and sitting. Her blubbery thighs pushing her legs apart making walking a slow waddle at best. Her ass now so large it took a bench or several chairs for her to comfortably sit down. Lisa found herself now significantly larger than Dalisay and criticized by her former supporters. Evelyn however fully supported the Major’s fattening habits.The public that is the city were quickly turning against Lisa her fattened form did not represent them they cried. Evelyn took this opportunity to run for Major during the next election her funding and supporters all under her control. The election results were a landslide in Evelyn’s favor. Her victory over Lisa was absolute and the city fully supported Evelyn now. Her power had just tripled perhaps even quadrupled. The possibilities of what she could do with all this power were swimming in Evelyn’s head. Think of all the people she could fatten all the beauty she could engorge with fat.

BBW, Stuffing, Romance, Weight Gain, Stuckage. Alana, formerly a reluctant babysitter and bonafide high school bombshell, has partaken in a decade of lazy indulgence and been forced to endure its consequences. Now single, overweight, and recently unemployed, Alana's quest for redemption starts now. The Fence By polarisdreamer Part 1 “I can hear you Trevor! Better stay quiet or else I’ll find you!” Alana warned, as she continued to enjoy the late-summer’s sunset lounging poolside at her next-door neighbor’s house. Babysitting was normally a profession Alana loathed, although to be fair, Alana loathed most things that required more than a token effort. School was a bore. Sports were bleh. Her boyfriend, Scott, was an exception, but still.. She’d been determined to laze around and relax to her heart’s content since high school graduation. This was the last summer she had to enjoy herself before she went off for her freshman year of college. Real life was just around the corner and she wanted to soak in as much carefree time as possible! Babysitting normally got in the way of that but looking after Trevor was the exception. Trevor was her boyfriend’s little brother. Alana couldn’t be bothered to remember the details, but the short and pudgy youngster was only nine or ten years old or something like that. Way younger than Scott, and frankly, nothing like him. Unlike his stud of an older brother, Trevor was content to do anything she asked for the slightest portion of her attention. As a perfect example, tonight Scott had blown her off to travel with his parents to an ‘accepted students’ event at the local college that had recruited him to play football. She’d tried to convince him to skip the event in order to attend a party with her, but no. He never put her needs first. Instead of having fun at a party Alana was stuck babysitting his little brother. Luckily, Trevor was easy. Rather than faithfully fulfilling her duties as a responsible babysitter, Alana had enticed Trevor into a little game of hide and seek. He’d be hiding, she’d be seeking. The only thing was.. once Trevor excitedly went off to hide, Alana didn’t go looking for him. Rather, she stripped down to her bikini, parked her perfectly formed ass on a lounge chair by the pool, and resolved to absorb every ounce of sunlight she could before the big burning ball of gas went down. Her plan had worked like a charm for about an hour, till just a moment ago. She’d heard a crashing sound from her parents’ yard, it sounded like one of their metal trash cans falling over. What the heck was that boy doing? From her reclined position, Alana had no visual clue as to what had happened, she was too short to see over the fence anyway, so she didn’t even bother standing up just yet. As the echo of her sharp voice reverberated across the side of the house, she could hear a groaning response. “Alana! *sniff* Help I’m stuck!” Trevor’s voice whimpered, as Alana let out a short sigh of frustration. “Give me a minute I gotta go around the fence.” Alana groaned, as she slowly got up from her lounge chair. “Hurry! It hurts!” Trevor’s voice pleaded with some urgency. Normally Alana wouldn’t have bothered rushing, but Trevor sounded distraught. She didn’t want to get in any trouble if he’d somehow hurt himself. Rather than make the long walk to the front of the house to the fence’s gate, Alana went to a certain plank that was quite loose. Loose enough in fact to easily nudge out of place and tilt to the side. This little secret had allowed Alana to sneak, unnoticed, into her boyfriend’s bed many times behind both their parents backs. Trevor watched as a plank swung out of the way and Alana’s head poked through the gap. She had long brown hair, almost reaching to her butt. First, she looked left, then she looked right and spotted him. He’d been spying on her from the top of a narrow metal trash can. He’d hardly had time to react when his unsteady position caused the lid to slide out from under him. His youthful belly had plugged his descent into the tall trash can, but it had also wedged him into a compromising position. He’d tried to silently wiggle himself free, but he’d only succeeded in tittering over and smacking into the ground. He was no closer to freeing himself when Alana slinked through the gap in the fence and walked over to him with a disapproving look on her face. Her hourglass frame carried all 125lbs she carried masterfully. She may have had a soft looking tummy, but Alana’s perky c-cup breasts, curvy hips, brown eyes, and seductively attractive face had cemented her status as the second most popular girl at Madison Heights High School. Despite what her peer’s may have thought, in Trevor’s eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And, the most intimidating.. When she stopped her judgmental strut, her feet were only mere inches from his face. He looked up and saw his 18-year-old babysitter towering over him. She always looked like a giant to him since she was 5’6 and he was only 4’5 but gazing at her from the ground made her presence all the more uncomfortable for him. “Found you.” Alana teased in a joking fashion to try and take Trevor’s mind off the fall. Seeing the poor kid’s lower lip quivering motivated her next sensitive sounding question, “You okay?” “I’m stuck..” Trevor embarrassingly admitted, as Alana eyed the way the kid’s overweight midsection plugged the top of the trash can. “Ooh Trevor, you gotta learn how to put the Twinkies down.” Alana casually commented much to Trevor’s inner horror. It was one thing for his mother to tease him about his baby fat, it was another thing to have his first crush point it out. She wasn’t even done yet, after a breath, Alana tilted her head, eyed his stomach, and continued, “This is what happens when you always eat too damn much.” “I..” Trevor nervously muttered, as his young mind searched for a way to spare himself this humiliation. He wished he looked like his big brother, big and muscly, then Alana would like him. “Haven’t I told you? You gotta stop eating so much? The weight isn’t gonna magically disappear when you hit puberty. Do you want to be fat for the rest of your life?” Alana asked, as she crouched next to him and prodded his pudgy tummy with her lavishly pedicured fingernails. Trevor’s tongue went numb the moment Alana touched him. He wasn’t just embarrassed anymore; this was pure humiliation. He prayed for her to stop teasing him, but she pressed him again, “Well? Do you wanna be fat for the rest of your life??” “No..” Trevor muttered, as he solemnly wished he could turn invisible. Alana was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but in the moment, he wished she could feel the humiliation she was forcing him to endure. If she knew how embarrassing it felt to be stuck in front of a crush, she’d never tease him like this again. “Well, you will be if you can't say no to sweets.” Alana concluded with a pinch to his love handles. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t be more intimidated. Just when it seemed like the torment would continue, Alana’s face revealed a warm smile. To Trevor’s relief, the following words out of her mouth were, “Now come on, give me your hands, let’s get you out of there. No more hide and seek. How about we jump in the pool? Then I can order dinner.”

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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.

OK guys so today I had my first experience of getting stuck in a public place 🤭 I tend not to go out much but I had an appointment at the doctors and imagine my horror to find that all the chairs had arms on them 😫 I sat down, got my arse in and I'm thinking OK this is fine.....my name gets called a few minutes later and I stand up 🙈 the full chair comes with me. Does anyone else have any hot stories about getting stuck while out in public? Knowing all eyes were on me and my massive booty was such a secret turn on.

What do you think about getting stuck? I get very horny with these types of situations and it is very exciting to need help getting into small places. When you reach a certain size everything looks much smaller and you don't know how many obstacles a ssbbw can encounter in her daily life. Things like the armrests of a chair or certain doors are starting to be a challenge. If you are interested in testing me in small spaces, you can ask me for personalized videos on this topic, I really enjoy doing them and it is a fetish that deserves more fame than it has.

Hey all! As the title of this topic suggests, I'd like to spark some discussion of the 'stuckage' kink with whomever is interested. If you're unfamiliar, this basically refers to any sort of content in which the subject finds themselves too big to fit in a space and finds themselves stuck. In relation to Curvage, I myself have an interest in particularly plump, well-fed woman finding themselves wedged in otherwise squeezable places. As an initial icebreaker, I got a question for y'all, especially for any models here: how many of you are also into the 'stuckage' kink, and what about it do you like? Do you like the being-stuck part yourself, and if so, what do you like about that? I ask because I know it's probably a niche fetish, but it's by far my favorite, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Stuckage content is what I tend to search for and consume the most on this site: curvy girls squeezing through and under chairs, tables, and especially through small doors, windows, and other assorted entryways are all my scene. I'm also a fan of big bellies and (especially) butts, and I do have an associated interest in feederism, but it's seeing a girl getting stuck, top half one one side and bottom half on the other, wedged at her gut or widened hips, that really does it for me. Is it the vulnerable provocativity of such a situation? Is it that such a situation accentuates just how large (and juicy) the 'stuckee' truly is? Is it the helpless big booty wiggling around in an awkward yet alluring display? Honestly, it's probably all the above! Anyhow, I could go on and on, but I'll save it for later. Looking forward to hearing from you all!

Description: Two heavy middle-aged woman are jealous of the new young slim addition to the office who is getting an annoying amount of attention for her looks. They vow to sabotage her figure to knock her down a peg, but take their fattening plot dramatically too far [XWG, (between 200-300 pounds gained), sabotage, humiliation, teasing, sex, Outgrown clothes, stuckage] (Idea suggested by ***********) Office Obesity Obsession Written by Polarisdreamer & Prompt submitted by ********** on p*a*t*r*e*o*n Charlotte “Happy Birthday! Charlie!!” My overly busty office bestie, for the better part of a decade, cheerfully rang out, as she waddled toward my cubicle in a figure-hugging grey pantsuit with what looked like a large slice of chocolate cake on a paper plate she was carrying, “I know you didn’t want me to bake you a cake, but I just couldn’t resist!” “You’re too kind Diane. You REALLY shouldn’t have…” I weakly protested, as I endeavored to lift my hefty rear off my comfortable office chair and accept the calorie dense dessert. As usual, it took me a moment or two to wiggle my wide-cushy hips free from the confines of the chair’s built-in armrests. ‘Gotta love being pear-shaped and overweight…’ I sarcastically thought to myself, as I managed to free myself after a moment of struggle. Since it was casual Friday, and my 37th birthday, I was wearing an attention-grabbing plus size two-piece outfit. On top, I was wearing a pink peplum zipper top and on bottom my massive lower body was clothed in matching pink high-waisted wide-leg pants. My thighs, hips and ass all strained the fabric, but at least the darn things fit and helped minimize the look of my chunky waist. Standing side by side, at 5’5 I usually stood an inch taller than Diane, but since she had her three-inch heels on today and I was wearing comfortable flats, she had a good two inches on me. The extra height probably made me look even fatter than her than I already was. Smiling widely, Diane handed me the plate, a fork, patted me on my embarrassingly large potbelly, and then proclaimed in her typical overly friendly tone, “If you like that, there’s lots more in the breakroom.” ‘So much for my diet…’ I offhandedly thought knowing I’d become too much of a fatty to resist Diane’s constant temptations. Unable to stop myself from taking a bite, I couldn’t help but hum in delight because of the vibrant flavor, “Mhhh!! You should have been a baker, not a secretary! Have I ever told you that?” “Only a hundred times. Hahaha!” Diane cackled, clutching her own robust belly, as she did so. During her giggle fit, I forked another gob of cake into my helplessly greedy mouth, and in doing so I looked over my slightly older friend from top to bottom. In that moment, it occurred to me that while Diane had hardly aged a day over the last ten years, I was almost unrecognizable. Sure, her dark red hair had faded to the point she was more of a strawberry blonde now, but I’d gained over 100lbs since I’d started working here. Ten years ago, when we’d met, Diane was a 33-year-old, 220-pound office secretary. Now she was a 43-year-old, 220-pound manager in HR. On the other hand, a decade ago, I was the fit 130-pound envy of the office and now, at 240lbs, I was the fattest secretary of the bunch. Although at least I didn’t have the largest belly, Diane still held that award, but my wide, thick, and soft ass made the size of her gut look modest. Snapping back to the present moment, I looked down and realized with some embarrassment, that I’d scarfed down the whole slice of chocolate cake completely absentmindedly, opening my mouth to pardon my gluttonous display, the only thing that came out was a loud, “*Buuuurrpp!*” “Excuse you!” Diane chuckled, patting my tubby belly yet again, “I take it you want some more?” I wanted to say ‘no’ but the pig inside me won out, “You bet.” “Sit tight, I’ll be right back with another piece.” Diane promised, but I stopped her. “No, let me. I need the exercise.” I pleaded carefully tiptoeing out of my cubical so my mammoth ass wouldn’t knock anything over. “If you insist. See you at lunch.” Diane shrugged before waddling back toward her department. Left to my own devices, my stomach growled with a yearning for more delicious cake. So, I took the elevator downstairs to the ground floor, and waddled my way toward the break room. I helped myself to another slice of cake, but it wasn’t enough. It was like everything Diane cooked made me even more hungry than I was before. Her talent for baking was extraordinary. I’d probably still be a size six if I’d never met her, but since I didn’t have a time machine, I just grabbed another slice for the long trek back to my cubicle. Caterina “On your left!!” I commanded slightly too late for it to matter. The overweight landwhale slowly waddling in front of me toward the elevator with a fat ass the size of Montana, didn’t have time to move out of my way. In one swift motion I clipped her wide hips, squeezed by her, and then trotted as fast as I could in my stylish 5-inch heels into the elevator. Without wasting a moment, I tapped in my floor number and watched the elevator doors slowly close. Sounding irate, the total fatty I’d just bumped into begged, “Wait! Hold the door!” I gave her request perhaps about one second of honest consideration, before choosing to ignore the obese and rotund blonde blimp. Seeing my disinterest, the fatty dressed head to toe in pink flipped me off and yelled, “What the f*ck! I know you can hear me!” I was not about to show up late for my first day of work at my first real office job since college graduation. So, I replied in retaliation, “Sorry wouldn’t want to exceed the weight limit. Maybe next time don’t be so fat and slow.” Unable to get a word in edgewise before the elevator doors closed on her, the elevator began to rise, and I turned my attention to my reflection in the elevator mirror. My makeup was still on point, my long dark hair looked fantastic paired with bangs. My soft, center-parted fringe blended beautifully with my thick, wavy hair. Gazing south of my meticulously maintained mane and flawlessly tanned Mediterranean complexion, I observed how wonderfully my white button-down shirt and brown pencil skirt flattered my fit, 125-pound, hourglass shaped body. I was every bit just as sexy as a 23-year-old college graduate as I was as a 19-year-old freshman. Many of my former sorority sisters couldn’t say the same thing, especially Janet. It was no wonder my boyfriend Tory couldn’t get enough of me. Last night, he’d been so eager to have his way with me, he handcuffed my wrists and ankles to the bed and made me orgasm with his tongue, my vibrator and then the old fashion way so he could get his rocks off too. I didn’t even have to lift a finger the whole time. It was nice having a man that would literally do anything to keep me from dumping him for someone better, but now that I was out of college, I had to be realistic. Tory was fun, but he was going to be a high school math teacher, not exactly a wealthy occupation. My prospects would be much better hunting for someone in the law office I’d just been hired at as a secretary. So, as the elevator reached my desired destination, I unbuttoned my shirt, just enough to show off a little cleavage before making my grand entrance… Diane I knew just from the excessively polished look of the new girl, and the way she strutted into the office like she owned the place, that she’d be trouble. The way she towered over everyone in those unprofessional five-inch heels, the way her pantyhose ended suggestively at the midpoint of her toned thighs, the way her shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way… I KNEW she’d be trouble. She reminded me of Charlotte way back when. Before I fattened the ditzy bottom-heavy blonde into submission. Even the new girl’s name, Caterina Bellucci sounded like some exotic stripper. The eyes of every lawyer in the business were glued to the 23-year-old’s attractive features. Her firm, full and perky tits, flat stomach, long legs, narrow waistline, toned bubble butt, heck she even had a flawless face for all the horny men to look at. It was no mystery to me why my male superiors had hired her. It was the same reason they had hired Charlotte ten years ago. This new girl, Caterina, was office eye candy, probably well worth whatever they were paying her to do a mediocre job as a secretary. From the entitled look of her, she was probably a total brat. Felt she was owed whatever she wanted. Probably got everything she ever wanted in life from her rich mother and father. Always had the latest designer clothes, the newest tech gadgets, got sent to the best schools… The girl certainly moved with the confidence of someone who believed she could get anything she wanted with just a simple shake of her rock-solid booty. That’s when I noticed something regrettable. My husband, Richy, was checking her out too. Just like every other guy. Ugh! Men! I’ve always been on the heavy side. Even when I was in my early twenties. I wasn’t obese like I am now, but I was certainly overweight. Since I never overate much, and lived an active life, I always figured my weight problem was thanks to my slow metabolism. But I suppose that doesn’t matter to my hubby, not when there’s a hot 23-year-old prancing around the office. I can understand why Richy might feel compelled to ogle a traditionally slim sorority hotty like her. I didn’t hate him for looking, I hated her, with her svelte frame and totally flat stomach. It should be a crime to look that good. Even being in the same room as her made me feel inferior, because at 43 years old, and 220lbs, I really was quite inferior when it came to appearance. It wasn’t until later in the workday that I heard from my friend Charlotte during my lunch break that the skinny b*tch had gotten into an altercation with her earlier down on the ground floor. I did my best to calm Charlotte down, but little did I know, I’d soon get into my own altercation with little Miss Caterina when I went to retrieve my lunch from the break room’s refrigerator. I get a meal subscription because I’m a mother of two and don’t always have time to cook. So, I go to get my lunch, but it’s not in the fridge. It’s gone. At first, I assumed I forgot to bring it in from my car, but then I noticed the empty box in the trash. Someone ate it, and when I looked out into the crowd of my colleagues eating their lunches, only one looked guilty when we made eye contact. “Caterina!” I accused loud enough to get most of the room’s attention. “What?” Caterina innocently asked in response to my accusation, while running her hands through her dark wavy hair. Her slender legs were accentuated by her heels and her extremely tight pencil skirt. “Did you eat the box of pasta that was in the fridge? That was my lunch!” I huffed, unable to hide the fact that I was feeling quite upset. “Well, did it have your name on it?” She wondered sounding less innocent now and more defensive. “No.” I replied regrettably. In response, she smiled confidently and feigned at being apologetic, “Whoops!” She got a few chuckles from the guys sitting around the break room. “At least apologize. You ate my lunch.” I growled contemplating what I could grab to eat from the vending machines in the hallway. “Look I did you a favor, that gut of yours doesn’t need any more carbs. YOU should be thanking ME.” Caterina deflected ludicrously in my mind, drawing a few more muffled laughs from the men present. Biting my lip, I took the high road and let it go. For now. I didn’t like being the fat butt of somebody else’s joke. So, I silently resolved to get my revenge. However, it was actually Caterina’s other victim of fat shaming, Charlotte, who’d witnessed my whole embarrassing exchange with her, who suggested the idea I already had bouncing around in my mind. Perhaps Caterina wouldn’t pick on other women because of their extra weight, if she was overweight herself! Together, we resolved to take Caterina down a peg no matter how long it took. Charlotte Our grand plan for revenge started slow, with observation. Diane was quite convincing in explaining how necessary it was to learn the habits of our unsuspecting prey before we took action and exploited them to our benefit. So, we waited and watched, patiently for our time to strike. It quickly became clear to us that Caterina had a habit of making herself a cup of coffee in the break room once every morning and afternoon. She always used the same low-fat hazelnut creamer, so Diane instructed me to buy a low-fat and extra creamy version of the creamer, but a different brand. I did as she said, then I gave the bottles to her, she took them home and expertly switched the labels. We waited until Caterina’s usual creamer was nearly empty to make the switch. I personally swapped the creamers late one afternoon after Caterina had already left work. The little skinny b*tch was none the wiser. That was, until the next morning when she tried it for the first time, luckily, I was there to throw her off the scent of our sabotage. “What’s the matter Caterina?” I innocently asked, while I fearfully watched the walking talking Mediterranean barbie doll inspect the label of her secretly fattening hazelnut creamer. “This brand of creamer just tastes way better than the one I usually use. I’m just having a look at the ingredients.” Caterina explained, as her sharp eyes darted to my plump physique, “Have you ever had this brand?” “What is that? Low-fat? No, I always use the extra creamy stuff in my coffee.” I chuckled trying to suppress the thrill I was getting from successfully deceiving the conceded brat in front of me. “Sorry, stupid question.” Caterina shrugged, as she bent over and placed the creamer back in the fridge. My eyes couldn’t help, but jealously scan Caterina’s pert posterior as she did so. Without even thinking I asked, “Do you do pilates or something? You have a fabulous figure.” “Mhh-hmm, every day, right after work.” Caterina hummed in a conceded tone, while she closed the fridge door and turned around, “You should consider joining me sometime.” Blushing red, I stammered in response, “I doubt I could keep up with you.” “They have beginner classes,” Caterina offered before approaching me, looking down on me in her heels, placing her hands on her hips and teasing, “And, maternity classes, if that’s more your speed.” “I’ll… umm… I’ll think about it. Thanks.” I bit my tongue, turning the other cheek and letting Caterina get away with her typical petty insults. “You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t mind, you’re in my way wide-load. I’ve gotta get back to work.” Caterina blurted nudging my doughy belly and forcing me to wobble to the side so she could pass. Flush with anger, after Caterina had left the room, I rushed to Diane’s cubical to share what I had just learned… Caterina I was awash with feelings of shame and self-loathing, as I sleepily stepped into my warm shower the morning after I’d ** given in and accepted a one-night stand with my ex. It had been weeks since I dumped Tory after starting my new job and yet I still couldn’t seem to fully wash my hands of him. He just had a way of fully satisfying me sexually, it was hard to find that finely tuned and practiced chemistry with anyone else. But now that I was making roughly double what he was bringing in on his lowly teacher salary, I knew I deserved better. I was working my perfectly formed ass off recently. Everyday it seemed like I had to skip the gym and stay late to help someone on something essential for the future of the office. The stress was killing me, but I didn’t let anyone know it. Letting the water hit my body, I enjoyed the warmth before turning around and stepping backward so I could wet my hair. Once that was accomplished, I grabbed my washcloth, soaped it up and began lathering up my arms, chest, and then my tummy. To my irritation, my normally flat stomach was bulging out obscenely far. I looked… puffy. “What the f*ck?” I cursed, resting my washcloth on the side of my shower and inspecting this unwelcome fleshy orb protruding from my midsection with both my hands. My skin was stretched tight and quite hard to the touch. Since my period was two weeks away, there was only one question on my mind regarding the serious bloating I was experiencing, “What the heck did I eat last night??” Pondering that question, I recalled going to a local bar to let off some steam, ordering nachos, a few drinks, but was that it?? My drunken memory seemed annoyingly incomplete. To make matters worse, as I was thinking, I heard my bathroom door open, which meant Tory was up. Before I could say anything or tell him to get out, he snuck into the shower with me and started running his hands up and down my body. It felt good. So, I let him continue. He grabbed my washcloth and started running soap across my breasts, then my swollen stomach. I turned around to hide my embarrassment, and he started massaging shampoo into my hair and massaging my temple. Then, he spoke… “You look so beautiful in the water…” For a moment, my self-conscious worries disappeared. I pressed my perfect ass right into his lap and felt that he was rock hard for me. Smiling with a horny excitement, I let out a little squeak of joy before he started bending me over and f*cking me raw. Just like I wanted. If I was sleepy when I entered the shower, I was wide awake when I left it. Also, for the first time since starting my new job, I was running late. While Tory called in sick, I rushed to my bedroom to get ready. My underwear felt tighter than usual, my c-cup breasts appeared to be overflowing my cups a little bit, but I thought nothing of it, I was in too much of a rush. So, I found a pretty skirt and hoisted it up my luscious legs and started squeezing it over my hips and ass. It took a little wiggling and a few impatient hops, but after a few moments all that was left to do was button the darn thing. To my irritation, my bloated stomach was too puffy for the unforgiving waistband. Try as I might, I couldn’t button the skirt. In the interest of time, I didn’t sweat it. I grabbed my period pants, a slim pair of grey slacks with a stretchy waistband I kept in the back of my closet that I hadn’t needed to wear in months. However, before I could attempt to slip into them, I had to free myself from my skirt. Taking them off was almost as tough as getting them on, but I managed to do it without breaking a sweat. Glancing at the time on my phone I tried to hurry up. I jumped into my period pants and tried to slip them on just like I always did, but to my embarrassment, the fabric caught about three-fourths of the way up my thighs. I gasped in horror as I realized what had happened. I, Caterina Bellucci, had shrunk my period pants in the wash. With a desperate energy, I fell back upon my bed, and kicked my legs up in the air over and over again while I tried to tug the slacks into place. I huffed and I puffed, and after a while, I finally got the slacks to cover my thighs, hips, and ass. All I had left to do was button them across my bloated midsection. I took ahold of both flaps and tried pulling them together. The waistband had a lot more give to it than my skirt, but it wasn’t enough. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring the flaps together enough to button them. I needed another inch or two. Taking a short break to catch my breath, I glared at the round shape of my midsection with anger. Sucking in my breath I attempted to make the roundness disappear, but I didn’t succeed. “Come on! This is what period pants are for!” I grunted, trying yet again to clasp the button together. This time, I was able to button them, but my sigh of relief was cut off by how much the pants were pinching into my waistline. It was so uncomfortable it was almost hard to breathe. Shallow breaths were all I could manage, lest I risk popping the button clean off my pants. Since I couldn’t very well walk into work with tight slacks and a bra, I turned my attention away from my aching midsection and toward finding a brighter button-down t-shirt to accent my dull slacks. Eventually I found a shirt that would look good, so I tried it on and started buttoning it up, but my breasts were making it difficult up top, and my puffy stomach gently pushing back against my efforts made it difficult down low. Gritting my teeth, I managed to button up what I needed to, but looking over myself in the mirror, I knew I had to change. I was able to eventually find a professional shirt that fit, but the act of doing so caused me to be late entering the office. Starved for some caffeine and quite hungry, for the first time, my self-control crumbled, I unbuttoned my slacks, and I gorged upon two donuts in the breakroom while I waited for my coffee to finish. The pastries tasted heavenly. So much so, that after double checking that the break room was empty, I grabbed one more to devour after I drank my coffee and before I began the arduous task of trying to button my slacks again… Diane It had only been a few months but the changes in Caterina’s figure were starting to become quite noticeable. This wasn’t my first rodeo sabotaging an unsuspecting colleague into blowing up a few dress sizes, but I must say with Charlotte’s help, this has been the most rapid expansion I’ve engineered so far. It all started with Caterina’s coffee creamer, the same way it had started when I fattened up Charlotte. Charlotte thought the extent of our sabotage was just in ensuring Caterina consumed a little extra fat with every cup of coffee, but in reality, I put a lot of time and research into the fattening cocktail Charlotte had placed within Caterina’s reach. In addition to the more fattening creamer, Caterina was unknowingly consuming a perfect mixture of weight gain powder, and appetite stimulants. Not only was each cup of coffee making her a little fatter, but it was also causing her impressive willpower to wilt away and vanish before our very eyes. When the little brat started working at the office, she wouldn’t even so much as look at the various candy dishes I’d littered around the place, but now, she’d linger any place I’d stashed some savory milk chocolate. Knowing her weakness, I had Charlotte place a bowl of them right by her desk and keep it filled to the brim each and every day so that when Caterina chose to indulge, she’d have no idea how much she was regularly consuming. Then there was the little matter of Caterina’s workout routine. Assigning her a little extra work toward the end of each and every day ensured that she’d be too late to attend her precious Pilates, and too tired to do anything else after she got off than lug her growing backside to a happy hour where she could eat and drink to her hearts content and beg that handsome ex-boyfriend of hers for sex afterwards. ‘I wonder what he thinks of Caterina’s weight gain?’ I thought to myself, as I reflected upon our efforts to teach the brat a lesson so far. At first, the change in Caterina’s figure wasn’t even noticeable. All we’d done was switch out her creamer, and get her desk switched to Charlotte’s old cubicle. It was far away from any windows and near a chilly air vent. With Caterina constantly cold at work now, her body’s natural response would be to adapt by laying down some fat for insulation. By limiting Caterina’s access to natural light, not only would we mess with her perfect tan, but her body’s natural hunger clock, hopefully increasing her appetite. Charlotte was convinced our efforts were too miniscule to have an effect, but I knew better. Since Caterina was very slender to begin with, I assured Charlotte that it would take some time before the pounds that were slowly clinging to her frame became obvious. After a month, Caterina’s defined physique was noticeably softening. The effect was most noticeable in her arms and thighs because she loved to expose those areas, but I figured her stomach was softening some too. After two months, her flat stomach was gone, replaced by a small amount of chub that was beginning to form the foundation of a belly. It was easy enough for Caterina to hide when she was standing up and sucking in, but difficult to completely obscure when she was sitting down. After three months, Caterina’s once pert bottom had started bulging out a little. All that time spent sitting and eating wasn’t doing her widening hips any favors either. The chub around her midsection had formed a slight gut, her breasts had started noticeably swelling, and her thighs were growing thicker. Her clothes were getting too tight for her and whispers around the office began to circulate that Caterina might be pregnant. Now, four months into this revenge endeavor, Caterina had to have gained at least 25 or 30lbs since starting work at the office. Her face finally looked to be carrying the slightest amount of extra weight, her slender arms had beefed-up ever so slightly, and she was starting to develop some womanly chunk to her expanding waistline. At some point recently, she must have come to grips with her inadequate wardrobe and started buying pieces in larger sizes, because she was still gaining weight, but wasn’t spilling out of her outfits like she used to. That being said, she was still filling out her clothing quite nicely and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t take long before she’d be due to go up another size or two lest she risk a wardrobe malfunction at work. Wanting to see her swelling body again up close, I moseyed over to her cubicle, carrying a Tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies I’d baked at home the night before. Charlotte had given them a taste-test early and swore to me that they were irresistible. So, once I was near enough, I called out, “Hey Caterina! Want a cookie?” “No thanks Diane. I’m busy.” The brat replied, while she took her feet off of her desk and started pretending like she was actually doing something. She thought I couldn’t see what she was up to, but I knew. “Are you sure? It’s a new recipe. Here, smell!” I urged, shoving the container I was holding right in her face. She resisted, trying to push the container away, but despite her struggle, she caught a whiff of my cookies. “If you promise to leave me alone, I’ll have one bite.” Caterina compromised rising to her feet and holding out her hand for one. I could spy her try to suck in her little beer belly as she did so. Blinking, my eyes noticed Caterina didn’t appear as strikingly tall as usual. She still looked to be two inches taller than me, so perhaps she’d traded in her five-inch heels for much more appropriate three-inch heels like mine. On top of that observation, I could see that Catrina was wearing a black skirt of longer length than she usually wore, an unbuttoned black blazer, and no provocative pantyhose. She was certainly dressed more modestly than usual, perhaps to conceal the extent of her embarrassingly fast weight gain. “Sure, here you go.” I smiled, handing Carina a cooking and sanding by as she took a meager bite. “Mhh!” Caterina hummed clearly taken aback by the great taste. “How is it?” I smugly questioned, knowing the answer before I asked. “Incredible!” Caterina enthused, while she proceeded to take bite after bite until the cookie was no more. “Glad you liked it. If you change your mind and want some more, I’ll leave these puppies in the break room.” I smiled, as I noticed the way Caterina’s eyes longed for just a little more of what I had to offer. For a moment I thought she might swallow her pride and ask for another, but she managed to hold off. I was sure she’d venture down to the breakroom before long and get her greedy cookie fix. I was also sure that one day, maybe soon, maybe not so soon, I’d break that pride Caterina was still clinging to. It was only a matter of time… Caterina “Oof… When did this dress get sooo tight?? I *Ugh!* JUST bought this!” I vented to myself, as I tried in vain to zip up my skimpy Ms. Clause outfit yet again. Each time my efforts failed to produce any progress, my patience continued to rapidly evaporate, and my irritation grew more and furious. Time was wasting, if I dilly-dallied much longer, I’d be late for the office’s holiday party. What made my situation even worse was that my hair, which I’d fashioned into loose curls, and makeup, looked irresistible. I was even sporting some bright red lipstick and wearing a pair of bold peep toe heels to match my red outfit. Yet, I couldn’t for the life of me squeeze into my d*mn dress! I’d even bitten the bullet and uncomfortably squeezed myself into a pair of newly purchased spanx since I’d outgrown my old ones. ‘So why wasn’t this working??’ I thought to myself in a panic, ‘Shapewear is supposed to make fitting into tight clothes easier!’ “What’s the problem???” I growled to myself, as my frustration caused me to give up on my efforts and dip my hand once again into the box of deliciously creamy gourmet chocolates that my secret admirer at work had slipped onto my desk yesterday wrapped in a pretty decorative bow along with a sexy little love note attached which read: “Dear Caterina, I can’t help but appreciate how your curves have blossomed over these last few months. Every time you walk by my desk, my heart skips a beat. The other day when I saw you bend over to grab a snack from the fridge, I nearly lost control. The thought of being with you is driving me crazy. You grow more beautiful each and every day. As always, these chocolates are a token of my affection, enjoy every bite my flawless goddess. Sincerely, Your Secret Admirer” “Mhh!” I hummed as a piece of creamy milk chocolate, quickly followed by four more, graced my tongue and slowly dulled my irritation, helping me calm down. Gazing into my bedroom mirror for answers, the issue was obvious to me. The dress’s velvety red fabric with white lace trim didn’t have any stretch to it… and… my body wasn’t as slender and fit as it used to be. Spanx could work wonders, not miracles. So, I wiggled out of my dress and lingered in front of my mirror in nothing but my unattractive spanx. It pained me to admit it, but I’d put on some weight recently. Well… Some more weight. At first, I’d hoped my clothes might just be shrinking in the dryer, but I was in denial. A month ago, after six months at my new job, I weighed myself during a doctor’s visit and discovered I’d gained 50 pounds since starting my sedentary secretary job. 50 pounds was undeniable. At 173lbs, I was mortified by how much fatter I’d become. I didn’t mind having much larger tits, but swelling zeppelins weren’t worth packing on the pounds everywhere else. My formerly trim stomach had ballooned into a soft mound of plump, jiggly chub. I had a muffin top where my abs used to be! My thighs had accumulated a layer of thick juicy fat. They never used to rub together, or spread out when I sat down, but now my thighs did both! My ass had grown thicker, flabbier, and wider. It was like I’d grown a heavy and squishy wrecking ball back there! Its expansion made it difficult for me to fit into my more seductive office outfits, so I had to switch to wearing less-appealing pantsuits most days. I’d bought my Ms. Clause outfit for the office’s holiday party the day after my doctor’s visit. Since it didn’t fit me anymore, that meant that I’d gained even more weight since then. Did I weigh more than 180lbs? 190lbs? 200lbs? Surely not more than 200lbs… Hopefully. I’d comfort eaten quite a bit over the last month, but not enough to put on 30 pounds in one month, that would be insane. Besides, my dress wasn’t fitting, but I didn’t look that different. ‘Or do I?’ I self-consciously thought to myself. Checking myself out in the mirror more closely, my thoughts were racing, ‘My face hasn't changed much, right? Or has it? Were my cheeks always this full looking? Was my jawline always so soft? A slight double chin was new, wasn’t it? These changes couldn’t have just happened in a month, could they??’ My biceps used to be firm and well-defined, just like my triceps, but now they were starting to look softer and fuller than they’d once been. My breasts had grown so much heavier that they’d become less perky than they used to be. Puffy love handles adorned my sides, but the soft layer of adipose tissue I’d accumulated around my middle pooled most heavily just under my belly button, causing my bulging lower belly to strain the fabric of my spanx. I’d tried to eat healthier this month. I’d tried to be more active. It was just so hard to get back into a good routine. I was too out of shape to start up again at the gym right away and work was so demanding. I couldn’t resist indulging in my little chocolaty guilty pleasures to help get myself through my busy days. I knew my overindulgent diet was my kryptonite, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d lost my self-control. Sex used to be my outlet, not food, but around the time I graduated to size 12 dress pants, Tory quit answering my texts. He claimed he was fed up with being a bonafide booty call, but I suspected that wasn’t the truth. Recently, as I’ve let myself go more and more each passing month, I’ve noticed my effect on men has clearly diminished. So much so that it has been weeks since I’ve gotten any action. Even my guy friends in the office seem to be ignoring me now. My new office friends, Diane and Charlie, keep telling me that my standards are just too high, but I’ve always had high standards and being picky with whom I sleep with has never been a problem until now. I figure my best hope to break my dry spell is to flush my secret admirer out of hiding. The men who work in my office are mostly all up to my standards and my secret admirer has been sounding desperate to f*ck me for weeks. I was confident my sexy Ms. Clause outfit would be stimulating enough to lure him out of hiding, but since it won’t fit, I’m not left with any good options. I could skip the party entirely, spare myself some embarrassment, but pass on the chance for sex. Or I could attend the party and sully my reputation even further by wearing the only Christmas themed outfit that I know will fit my heavier body. A pair of my mother’s jeans that I accidentally stole the last time I visited her and an ugly Christmas sweater I stole from Tory years ago. Swallowing my pride, and the last of the chocolates, I chose the second option… Diane Charlotte and I couldn’t resist admiring our handiwork, as Caterina waddled toward us with her ** lunch in hand. It looked like she’d grabbed some Burger King from across the street again. I raised my arm to greet her with a wave, and Caterina did the same in reply. Although, by raising her chubby arm above her head to wave, her overly tight top began riding up enough to reveal her soft pale belly pouch oozing over the waistband of her slacks. Blushing with embarrassment once she realized what happened, Caterina tried to awkwardly tuck her shirt back in with her free hand but was struggling. Her outfit was too tight for her fattened frame and consequently she wasn’t as coordinated as she used to be. Ever since the holiday party six months ago, it seemed like Caterina had given up all effort to fight the fat that continued finding its way onto her rapidly expanding figure. Her torso had rounded, softened and expanded to the point that it nearly rivaled my own blubbery **-belly, and her awe-inspiring posterior now nearly rivaled Charlie’s in size. She put us both to shame in the breast department, but her swollen breasts were not enough to salvage her reputation among the horny men in the office. Long gone were the days she’d been the slender envy of the office strutting around in five-inch heels, now she was just another 250-pound secretary forced to wear flats because of her elevated weight. It had taken a full year, but our revenge plan was clearly a resounding success. Caterina’s perfect figure had ballooned to the point she had even more pinchable inches around her tubby body than I did! No more short sexy skirts for her. No, no, no. She hadn’t worn anything remotely sexy in over half a year. She was only 10 or 15-pounds shy of reaching Charlie’s weight. It was karma at its finest. It was a treat to see the brat grow rounder and softer before our very eyes all year long. It was even more of a treat to keep up the devilish little charade considering how easy it had become to keep fattening up our formerly formidable prey. “Hey ladies, thanks for saving me a seat.” Caterina happily hummed, as she rested her plump backside next to Charlie across from me, wiped some sweat from her glistening forehead and caught her breath. The journey across the street had become an arduous one for the newfound fatty and trying to tuck her shirt back in had also proved laborious for the heavyweight brat. As she began unwrapping what appeared to be a triple decker burger, Caterina prattled, “Anything new?” “Not really.” Charlie sighed before taking another bite of her pasta. “Nothing much. I made some brownies last night. Stuck them in the break room fridge.” I hummed offhandedly. “Mhh! I’ll have to try some after lunch.” Caterina enthused after gulping down another bite of her burger. I couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten anything other than fast food for lunch. “Me too!” Charlie happily agreed, jiggling in her seat in her straining pink pantsuit. I’d trained them both so well, I couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction to myself. Even though I hadn’t lost any weight over the past year, I’d actually put on 10 pounds, Charlie had gained about 25 and Caterina had gained no less than 125 pounds. So, by comparison, I actually looked a little thinner when I was sitting next to them. My husband even told me as much. “So, Caterina… How goes the hunt for your elusive secret admirer?” I inquired, knowing full well that Charlie had been the one writing her all those silly raunchy love notes on and off for the majority of the last year. It was a brilliant addition to our sabotage plan; one I wish I’d thought of myself. “The hunt is dead at the moment.” Caterina gossiped, before pausing to enjoy a hearty bite of her big burger. She was already halfway done with eating it. With her mouth full, she continued, “I’m pretty sure he’s one of the married guys around here. Probably why he never has the balls to make a move.” “Better not be trying to steal my Richy.” I joked leaning over the table and playfully tapping Caterina’s chubby arm with a little jab. “Haha, I wish. Your husband’s hot.” Caterina joked in complementary fashion. I couldn’t help but smile. As much as I disliked Caterina, she was growing on me. Especially now that she’d fattened up to the point I knew she wasn’t a threat to my marriage anymore. Charlie couldn’t help laughing at her antics, “Hahaha! Good luck with that, I’ve been trying to steal Richy for years!” “Have you?” I giggled knowing Charlie was just teasing. As the laughing died down, Caterina’s eating continued. Charlie and I both watched the glutton in front of us polish off her triple decker burger, and large fries in record time. Grasping her belly once she was finished, I could tell Caterina was trying to hold in a belch, so I leaned over and gave her a hearty pat on her soft girthy belly. “*Buuuurppp!*” Caterina loudly belched, blushing in response to the sound. “There you go. How was it?” I smiled, leaning back toward my side of the table. “Really good. I’m thirsty though.” Caterina admitted trying to regain her composure. “Why don’t you grab some more coffee, and some brownies while you’re at it?” I suggested innocently. “Great idea. I could use a pick me up.” Caterina nodded, as she struggled to stand up and then waddled away from us toward the break room’s refrigerator. “Look at her go.” I couldn’t resist giggling to Charlie now that Caterina was out of earshot. “I know, she’s really one of us now.” Charlie hummed, as she rotated her hefty body and got a look at the width Caterina’s hips now sported. However, turning back toward me, Charlie said something surprising, “It’s been fun getting back at Caterina, but I’ve gotta admit. I’m starting to feel a little guilty. I mean, we really made her pack on the pounds. She’s almost as fat as I am. I was thinking maybe we could call this whole revenge thing a win and maybe try and move on. I mean, she’s really not so bad anymore, is she? What do you think?” For a moment, I couldn’t hide my disappointment. I always knew Charlie’s resolve was only a fraction of my own, but I didn’t expect her to want to quit now that we had Caterina right where we wanted her, literally eating out of the palm of our hands! Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself and formulated a contingency plan. “I agree, it’s turning into overkill at this point, but…” I paused appealing to Charlie’s ditzy vanity, “don’t you want the satisfaction of knowing Caterina’s fatter than you are???” “I… I guess.” The dumb blonde stammered struggling to make up her mind. “Then let’s keep this going. At least until we fatten the brat up to the point she’s bigger than you are. Agreed?” I proposed, twisting the proverbial knife into my friend’s gullible stomach. It took a few moments for Charlie to mull it over. She was probably thinking that since Caterina was only a few pounds lighter than her at the moment, our revenge sabotage wouldn’t continue that much longer either way. Seemingly pleased with my proposal, Charlie nodded her blissfully ignorant head and muttered sweetly, “Agreed.” I was annoyed Charlotte wanted to show mercy on the fat brat and ease off our sabotage, but since I managed to keep her in line with a new goal, there was now some wiggle room that I could exploit. If we wouldn’t stop until Caterina outweighed Charlie, all I needed to do to ensure Caterina kept growing was to ensure that Charlie kept growing too... Charlotte I knew I was in trouble the moment the restaurant told us they didn’t have any free tables, just a free booth. Maybe a year ago, this wouldn’t have been a problem for me, but now it certainly was. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I didn’t say anything. I followed Diane and Caterina over to the booth, let them each squeeze in before me. Fitting into the booth was no trouble for Diane, but I could tell it wouldn’t be an easy fit for Caterina. As I tried wedging myself as best I could into the spot next to Diane, Caterina was still struggling to shimmy her own corpulent body into the booth on the opposite side. Seeing me struggle, Caterina commented, “It’s a tight squeeze, isn’t it?” “Sure is.” I agreed, as I tried to suck in by belly as best I could. “Need some help?” She offered giving up momentarily on her own efforts to fit. “Umm… Sure.” I muttered unsure of myself. Waddling two steps over to me, Caterina leaned her considerable weight into me while I tried to suck in my gut yet again. Somehow, with her help, I managed to wiggle just over half of my ass onto the seat before needing to suck in some air. When my belly expanded to its rightful size, I knew I wasn’t going to make it any further. The table was digging into my fat so much that the top part of my belly was literally sticking out onto the table. Like Caterina, over the past year I’d put on an excessive amount of weight, and I couldn’t be more embarrassed about it. I remembered feeling like a fatty at 255lbs, but now, closer to 385lbs, I looked and felt like a blob. Caterina was maybe 10 or 15-pounds above or below my weight, but it was honestly hard for me to tell. Since she didn’t seem able to fit herself into the booth on her own either, my guess that we might be even in weight at the moment. Although, as she struggled, eventually she was able to squeeze herself mostly into the booth on her own. Although, like me, her belly was also spilling out onto the table. Compared to us, Diane looked pretty fit, although I know she weighed closer to 240lbs now. “So what were we thinking? A couple of deep-dish pizza’s? Buffalo wings? A few pitchers of beer?” Diane smiled knowing Caterina and I were too gluttonous to refuse a chance to pig out. “Sounds yummy.” Caterina hummed, as she gazed over the drink menu. “Maybe we should order a house salad too?” I proposed yearning for some greens. “House salad? How about onion rings?” Diane countered, getting Caterina’s attention. “Yes, onion rings for sure!” The Mediterranean meatball blurted obediently. Caterina was a lost cause. She’d fallen under Diane’s spell, just like me. I knew arguing would only land me more food on my plate, so I conceded and consented to our massive food order. Obedience was the only thing Diane respected. Fattening up Caterina for revenge had been my idea, so had ending our efforts, but for Diane, I realized far too late that it was never about getting even for her, it was just an obsession. She wanted every woman in our office obese for the sake of… I don’t know… perhaps control? Either way, it didn’t matter. Having learned Diane’s methods, at some point over this past year I realized she was fattening me up too. At first, I wanted to do something about it, but soon I realized there was nothing I could do. I was never as clever as Diane, and now I was far too fat and weak to resist her bad influence. At this point, like it or not, I was just along for the ride. Once our food arrived at our table, Caterina and I got to eating like the well-trained cow’s we were. Whenever one of our plates was starting to get empty, Diane would slap some more grub on there for us to unconsciously consume. After a while, my throat grew a little numb from swallowing down so much hot pizza, but I didn’t dare slow down. If I let Caterina outpace me, I knew Diane would make me pay for it later. So I continued eating until my stomach began warning me enough was enough. I unbuttoned my trousers, tried to sit up straight, and give myself some room to breathe, but what minimal relief I could find didn’t last long. “Waste not, want not.” Diane ordered, as she lifted a buffalo wing from my plate to my messy lips. “Ugh… I guess one more won’t hurt.” I nearly moaned from the pain I was feeling in my center. “That’s the spirit.” Caterina chimed in, as she delved into the last of the onion rings. When the feast was all said and done, I’d eaten so much I was completely stuck in the booth thanks to my distended belly. I discretely tried to squeeze myself free, but my efforts were in vain and quickly got the attention of Diane and Caterina. “What are you doing Charlie?” Diane asked with a perverse smile on her face, “Are you ready to go? Or what?” “Just a second…” I hummed praying by some miracle that I might just free myself and spare myself the humiliation of having to ask my friends to help free me. I braced my hands against the table's edge and pushed against it, trying to slide myself out of the booth. I pushed as hard as I could, but my efforts produced no results. I was too fat and weak to free myself from the pressure the table was putting against my flesh. In desperation, I tried wiggling, but the flesh of my bulging stomach was still pressing into the table. I heaved against the table a couple more times, but to no avail. Now breathing heavily, sweating lightly, and my face reddening with humiliation, I resorted to asking for help… “Um, sorry, but I'm a little stuck here and could use some help getting out of my seat…” Caterina’s catty response was sadly way too predictable, “I think this is a sign that maybe you should stop eating out so much. Fatty.” “You’re lucky I’m stuck you freaking brat otherwise I’d…” I began to threaten, as Diane silenced me by placing her hand on my stomach. It felt cold and wet. It took me a moment, but I soon realized she was using some ice from her cup of water to essentially grease the edge of the table for me. Without a word, once she was done, I tried to force myself free, Diane provided some help by pushing against my mushy side. After a few grunts of effort my belly slid free and I was able to wobble to my feet and wheeze in some air for the first time since I’d sat down. “Thank god…” I gasped feeling relieved. “You’re welcome.” Diane giggled, as she maneuvered her own bulky body out of the booth now that I wasn’t blocking her in anymore, “Need a ride home Caterina?” “No thanks, I think I’m gonna have some dessert and then try my luck at the bar.” The obese brat replied, as she waved ‘goodbye’ to each of us. As Diane basically started rolling me to her car, I managed to sneak a glance back toward Caterina and smirked once I realized she was having some trouble now squeezing out of the booth herself! Caterina My face turned a deeper shade of red once I realized that like Charlie, two minutes ago, I too had become so fat and out of shape that I’d wedged myself stuck in the booth same as her. Except now, I didn’t have anyone to help me free myself! “This is not happening…” I murmured to myself, as I tried forcing myself free, but my blubber didn’t want to budge an inch, my belly was too big, “This isn’t happening…” But it was happening. In the span of two years since graduating college and landing my first job as a secretary I’d transformed into the very thing I once hated. A helpless fat blob. My family loved teasing me about it every time I traveled home, and so did all my skinny friends from college whenever I ran into any of them. How did it come to this? It seemed like yesterday that my body had been absolutely flawless. Now I couldn’t even convince my ex-boyfriend to pity f*ck me… My value on the dating market was at an all-time low. What was I even thinking trying my luck at the bar? It had been a year since I’d found someone ** enough to have sex with me like they were actually interested… I was probably better off turning tail and engaging in my typical nightly ritual nowadays, fixing myself several scoops of ice cream covered in hot sauce and whipped cream, and then masturbating to my heart’s content once I was well and truly stuffed. However, while I was wallowing in my own self-pity, I suddenly noticed someone standing nearby staring at my fat fleshy body with a puzzled look on her face. She was young, pretty fit looking, probably in college, dressed to impress, and her thick hair was dyed blue. “What are you looking at???” I growled trying to get this onlooker’s eyes off me. “Umm, I dunno, let me think,” She replied, before approaching, sitting down across from me, and giving my helplessly fat body a glance over thoughtfully, before responding in a sassy condescending tone, “Looks like you’re stuck. Am I right?” I didn’t know how to respond to such insolence, eventually not knowing what else to do while this ** stranger ogled my fat tits, I just spat out the truth, “I am…” “How’d you let that happen?” The blue haired girl asked with a satisfied smirk on her face. “I ate too much tonight, okay?” I blushed, unable to escape this girl’s scrutiny. The way she was looking at me made me feel strange. It was like she was eye-f*cking me hardcore. “Just tonight? If I ate too much tonight, I doubt I’d find myself stuck in your situation.” She replied now smiling and biting down on her tongue, as if really trying to restrain herself from saying something else before I responded. “I work a very stressful sedentary job, okay? I’ve put on some weight since I graduated college.” I managed to blurt trying to preserve a single shred of my dignity right now. “Some?” The blue haired girl zeroed in on, “So, you were pretty fat in college, huh?” Flush with rage the moment I heard her spit out that condescending ‘huh’ I tried to wiggle free once again, only to cause myself to start sweating. Forced to say something to vent my irritation with the present embarrassing circumstances, I growled, “I wasn’t fat at all in college!! I was fitter than you are you little twerp!” “Oh wow, so you really must have let yourself go since graduation. When did you graduate? Ten years ago?” The little brat teased playfully, as if trying to rile me up. Her efforts succeeded and I struggled some more to free myself. In my brain, once I got free I was going to strangle this b*tch, but my energy exhausted itself long before I could move myself even an inch closer to freedom. Forced to respond yet again, I growled, “Ugh! Do I look like I’m in my thirties???” “Kinda hard to tell. It’s always hard to tell with really fat girls like you.” She teased yet again, this time really seeming to enjoy the way my plump cheeks were burning red from embarrassment. “I’m 25!” I barked in my defense. “Wow.” The college girl hummed looking impressed. “Wow, what??” I wanted to know. Changing the subject slightly, the blue haired devil sitting in front of me smugly teased, “Don’t you know if you’re too big to fit in a booth, you should probably stop eating out so much?” “Ugh! Why you little!” I gasped. I could see the smug satisfaction in her eyes. She was force-feeding me my own words that I’d used to tease Charlie earlier! How long had this brat been spying on me? And what possible purpose could she have for humiliating me like this?? Did I wrong her in a past life or something?? She wasn’t… flirting with me… was she?? “Hmhm! I’m sorry, just teasing. I heard you say something along those lines to your blonde friend and couldn’t resist dishing it back at you.” The girl giggled, leaning back into the booth and eyeing my stomach once again. “What’s your problem?! Who even are you??” I demanded to know. “The name’s Amber. And my problem? My problem is… I find you insanely attractive, but you’re probably not batting for my team. If you know what I mean.” Amber revealed much to my astonishment. I was being held hostage by a lesbian who apparently had a crush on my swollenly obese fat ass. “You’re kidding.” I muttered not knowing what else to say. “Afraid not. So, am I right?” She inquired hopefully. “You’re right I’m not a lesbian!” I muttered as fast as I could in response. “Shame. I was planning on offering to help you out of your embarrassing predicament in exchange for… well… It doesn’t matter now I guess.” She reasoned, standing up in seductive fashion and taking a step away from the table before adding, “I guess you’ll have to beg a waiter to help you out of that booth. Good luck.” The thought of having to ask the help for… help, was beyond me. In desperation I quickly pleaded, “Wait! I’m not a lesbian, but in college, I did experiment with one of my friends.” “Oh yeah?” Amber echoed, sitting back down and leaning in closer to me, “Did you enjoy experimenting with your friend?” After gulping down my embarrassment and humiliation, I muttered truthfully, “I did.” “Do you think you might enjoy… experimenting with me if I help you out of that booth?” Amber seductively inquired, slowly using her fingers to walk her hand across the table toward my flabby belly. Watching her hand get closer and closer, I felt my heart beating faster. Wiping some sweat from my chubby face I muttered truthfully yet again, “I might.” “You’re not just saying that?” Amber doubted arching her head with some suspicion. “Scouts honor.” I promised, but Amber didn’t seem convinced. “Bullsh*t. Why should I believe you?” She questioned. It took me a moment to respond, because the truth was hard to say, but eventually I managed to slowly spit it out, “It’s been over a year since I’ve slept with someone. I’m desperate okay. If you wanna f*ck me, I’ll take it. I’ll take anything I can get at this point.” Having said that, Amber’s smile erupted from her face and the slender girl quickly slid under the table and popped up next to me on the inside of the booth. The next thing I knew she put her one hand on my blubbery belly, another on my right breast, and started shoving. Feeling her hands sink into my doughy blubber, somehow felt… stimulating. “Oof, you’re a big girl…” Amber noted much to my embarrassment, as her efforts to free me bore no fruit and she quit putting pressure on me for a moment, “We are going to have to try this a different way. Don’t move.” “I… I can’t.” I reminded her a bit astonished by what she just said. The girl must have been more ** than I thought, “I’m stuck. Remember?” “Hahaha! Oh right, sorry! Sorry!” Amber squeaked, as she nimbly lifted her toned legs up from under the table, turned her back against me, and then used her legs against the wall to really start pushing me. The girl’s legs were much stronger than her arms, because immediately I started to hear the table creaking. Then, my blubber started moving. The further Amber’s slender back sank into my cushy side, the further I slowly slid out from the booth until, with a body-wide jiggle, I popped out and fell onto the floor with Amber quickly sliding out of the booth the same instant and landing flat on top of me. “Wow. You’re so squishy!” Amber cheered sneaking a squeeze of my left breast. “Help me up before you feel me up!” I demanded, as Amber did just that. It took a bit of effort to get me back on my feet, but once I was there, I took stock of how I was feeling. I massaged my belly, while Amber watched, it was sore from being crushed against the table like that. “You know, I could massage that for you.” She offered sounding as desperate to touch me as I was for a one-night stand. I could feel her eyes on my thick roll of flesh that spilled out over my too-tight waistband. Her desire was intoxicating for someone like me so long deprived of receiving that kind of sexual interest from someone else. “Maybe we could find somewhere private to do that?” I softly countered acutely aware of how much attention my fall had directed toward me in this restaurant. “Good idea, you lead the way.” Amber agreed, as my plump fingers interlocked with her skinny ones, and we walked out of the establishment hand in hand. Once outside, we staggered into the back of an uber, and sat next to each other like well-behaved young adults until we got dropped off at my apartment. The closer we got to my bedroom, the more palpable the sexual tension became. Once in my bedroom, Amber helped me strip naked before forcefully pushing me into my bed. I’d never had sex with someone who prefered bigger girls, much less a young woman who fancied me specifically for my fat, so the foreplay was completely new to me. Amber left me lying in bed while she raided my pantry. Upon her return I got hand fed, and my belly rubbed at the same time. Never before had I been made to feel rewarded for my gluttonous eating habits. Being fed was actually turning me on. I could have let her keep feeding me and rubbing me forever, but before long we ran out of food. Before I knew what was happening, her hands and mouth were all over me, exploring every inch of my expansive body. She started touching me in places that I couldn’t even reach, it was like my body was her personal playground. She couldn’t keep her hands off my doughy gut, or her mouth off my swollen breasts, but eventually, as she sucked on my tits, one of her hands moved south and started rubbing my clit. Feeling her hands slip under my rolls and folds… slowly massaging me just right had me so turned on. I was getting close to climaxing, just from her touching me, but before I could, she paused and made an odd request. “Could you make piggy noises while I go down on you?” I wanted to refuse her humiliating request, but I was too desperate for her to continue ravishing my body, so swallowing my pride, instead of answering with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ I just snorted like a pig. As I continued degrading myself for her amusement, Amber went down on me and, let me tell you, she knew how to get me off faster and harder than any guy ever has. Even Tory. Winded after it was all said and done, I lay exhausted in my bed, too heavy, swollen, and tired to move anymore. Then Amber rose to her feet, her body glistening and naked, just as flawless as my own body had once been before I’d beefed up to my current unrecognizable state. Gazing upon me with lust, her fingers began pleasuring herself as I watched her literally get off to my shear fatness. It didn’t take her long to get close. I even threw in a few more pig noises to help her get over the edge. When it was all said and done, Amber cuddled up to me in bed tightly squeezing my fat belly. “So, you really… find my fat… sexy?” I asked, still a little out of breath from my climax earlier. “So sexy.” Amber promised me, as she planted a warm kiss tenderly upon my chubby cheek and for the first time in a long time, I went to bed with a newfound hope for my future romantic endeavors. Diane Sitting in the break room for lunch as usual, I had to admit, as much as I had enjoyed watching Caterina and Charlotte blimp up over the last three years, my expert sabotage was starting to make me unacceptably fat as a consequence. It turns out hanging out with two obese fatties who are always stuffing their faces isn’t good for one’s waistline. I stepped on the scale last week and saw a number that I have never seen before: 302 pounds. I wasn’t happy with that number, and neither was my husband. Now, I was still 200 pounds slimmer than either Caterina or Charlotte, but that didn’t make a whole heck of a lot of difference to me anymore. Sure, I was skinny by comparison, but rolling myself out of bed in the morning was becoming increasingly more difficult for me. I needed to lose some weight. So, when Caterina heaved herself up to grab some coffee from the fridge, I informed Charlie: “I’m thinking of going on a diet.” Charlotte Hearing Diane express that, a little devil on my obese shoulder gave me a great idea. “I’ll help you lose weight!” I announced. I wanted to tell her that she was only a few gym visits away from perfection, but I didn’t want to tip her off to what I was planning. “Would you? That would mean the world to me!” Diane replied, while I imagined Diane’s plump body fattening up all over just like she’d done to Caterina and me. “Anything for you Diane.” I smiled back, as I began to ponder ways to sabotage her into blowing up into a 500-pound blimp just like the rest of us. She thought she’d broken me, but I’d show her. I knew it… I’d get my revenge if it was the last thing I ever did. Looking over at the walking talking Mediterranean dough girl, bending over into the fridge, I knew I had one potential ally to help me. I couldn’t help feeling for what I’d help do to the poor girl. Like me, she was the butt of everyone’s jokes in the office nowadays. Our handsome new boss especially loved to tear her a new one in front of everybody. Even now, I could see him walking up behind her and yell, “Go on keep it up and you’ll end up heavier than the fridge Caterina!” Caterina Smiling in response to Harvey’s teasing, I wiggled my mammoth ass for him to enjoy and then waddled my way back toward my friend’s lunch table, doing my best to conceal how horny he was making me feel. There’s a policy against hooking up with our bosses, but he invited me over for drinks one night shortly after he replaced the old guy and he f*cked my obese ass all night on his couch. The sex wasn’t even the hottest part. It was keeping the secret. At work now, he took any excuse he got to tease me in front of our coworkers… and the sexual tension just escalated each and every day until he f*cked me again. I never thought my life would go the way it has, but finally, I’m getting a taste of what I’ve always wanted. The End

Description: The summer after graduating college, Brook, a bratty, busty, and chronically hungover party girl, wants to take a break year before starting her career, so she winds up lifeguarding at the same country club she used to work at as a slender and athletic high school senior. Over the summer, Brook soaks in the sun, lusts after an ex-boyfriend, and indulges to her heart’s content, only to discover a bit too late that her lazy procrastination has caused her to pack on the pounds at an alarming rate. (Slight WG [WG denial, Stuckage, Embarrassment, Sex) Stuck With a Gut By Polarisdreamer Authors Note: A one-off story made possible by support from my P*a*t*r*e*o*n. Enjoy! Brook When I was a quality athlete, people believed I was the type of girl who celebrated ALL forms of healthy living. Spoiler alert, I am not that type of girl. I have never been that type of girl. And, I never will be. I’m not afraid to admit it. I’m just a girl who lives to eat. Call me all the mean names you want, I don’t care. I cherish my flaws, just as much as I cherish whatever food I can get my greedy hands on. I’m an entitled, lazy, glutton! There I said it! Although, You wouldn’t guess it just by looking at me. My high school friends and coaches always warned me that if I didn’t treat my body like a temple, I’d ruin my athletic figure. They’d say shitty things like: “Poptarts before a workout?? You can’t outrun your fork, Brook! You’re gonna be a blob someday!” OR “Athletic bodies are made from discipline in the kitchen just as much as the gym!” Back then, I punished my body by sweating at the gym, on the track and in the pool, all so that I could eat as much as I liked without having to worry about putting on weight. Okay, if I’m being 100% honest, I also liked watching our high school men's swim team romp around in speedos. So, that’s another reason I stuck with the swim team… but who cares? In college I gave up on sports, the gym, and treated my athletic body like a beer dumpster. It’s probably why I don’t look like an athlete anymore, but you’ll never hear me complaining. I traded a perky rock-hard peach, washboard abs, and a regrettably flat chest for a juicy booty, curvy hips, a soft flat tummy, and jumbo-sized breasts. I went from being the pretty little 5’8 115-pound wallflower that some guys couldn’t help but find attractive, to the busty 165-pound hourglass bombshell all the guys couldn’t resist. Assuming they were straight. I don’t wanna stroke my ego too much. My feeding habits are that of a trained circus animal, every time I do a trick, I get a reward. What do I consider a trick in this metaphor? Basically anything, haha! It’s awful, it’s unhealthy, it frightens my elderly joy-killing parents, but I take no joy in dieting. I know I should stop, after all, over the five years it took me to graduate from college, I gained what? Like 50 pounds? But yeah. I should stop, I know I should stop, but I’m not going to. At the end of the day, life is just too short to count calories. Besides, gaining weight didn’t make me fat, it made me hot. So, whatever. Enter my current conundrum. Finishing college burned me out and I need to recover. I wanted to take a gap year before applying for my first real career job, y’know recharge my batteries a little bit before selling my soul for a wage that could afford to sustain my colossal eating habits, but my parents were not onboard with that idea. They were not okay with their 24-year-old trouble-making daughter living rent-free in their furnished basement unless… I got… at the very least… a part time job. All I wanted to do this summer was sit on my ass, soak in some sun, and indulge to my heart’s content. I knew a part-time job would certainly get in the way of my plans, that is, until I remembered the best job I’ve ever had. I grew up in Minnesota, where lakes are a dime-a-dozen and summer is punishingly humid. From when I was 16 years old to when I turned 19, I spent those long summer days as a lifeguard at a private country club pool. As a bratty, chronically underfed teenage athlete, I was in charge of making sure wealthy people’s kids didn't die. However, aside from the conditioning test the weekend before Memorial Day to ensure us prospective lifeguards were fit to serve, the only thing I ever had to do was blow my whistle a couple of times when kids ran too close to the edge of the pool. It was easy money. I could literally get paid to sit on my ass, work on my tan, and snack my way to satisfaction. The last time I’d been officially certified was five years ago, and I was worried I’d have to attend the stupid six-week training course again, but, lucky for me, my old certification expires in September, which means I am off the hook! All I needed to do was call my old boss, take the conditioning test, and my summer as a carefree lifeguard was a go! … Despite showing up to the interview with my old boss at the country club smelling like an empty bottle of booze, I was once again hired to guard lives by the pool! I suspect the fact that I briefly used to date the elderly man’s son during my senior year of high school played a part in my good luck. Richard’s dad, Chuck, always seemed to fancy me, and now that I’d matured as a woman, there was no way in hell he didn’t want to see me resting my shapely butt on one of those tall lifeguard chairs a few days each week. Of course, this deal was conditional upon me passing the mandatory physical. Since it had never been a problem for me in high school, I didn’t worry about it. Although, perhaps I should have. I wasn’t fat, but I was certainly out of shape. My couch potato ass got winded sometimes reaching for the remote control… Depending on how much food I’d stuffed down my greedy throat. However, rather than expend precious energy trying to get back in shape for the conditioning test, I spent my time frequenting the local bars and chowing down on dinners my local tinder dates bought for me. Then the weekend before Memorial Day arrived and I showed up to get my conditioning test over with. I was the last to walk into the woman’s locker room. Six other candidates had arrived before me, from the looks of them dressed in their matching red one-piece swimsuits, they were all skinny seniors in high school. I felt all their eyes upon me when I entered the room. Immediately I felt a little ostracized for a couple reasons. Eavesdropping on my way to my locker, two of them were gossiping about some reality TV show that I hadn’t seen, two of them were independently playing on their phones, and the last two were chatting about their boyfriends. I felt out of the loop. But worse, I was a size 12 among size twos… At least, I hoped I was still a size 12… I saw their thin, toned and tanned bodies with a slight modicum of nostalgia. Back when I used to force myself to do cardio for two hours every day, a few short years ago, my body had looked an awful lot like theirs. Now I didn’t look quite the same in a bathing suit. My affinity for Jack Daniels and the fancy cheese section at Whole Foods made sure of that. As I slowly wriggled my plump ass into the red one-piece I’d been issued by Chuck, I noted another distinct difference between myself and the other girls. They all looked sleek and sexy with their high neck one-pieces, but Richard’s pervy dad had given me something more… vintage. I don’t know, maybe he really didn’t have anything else in my size, but I don’t know. In front of everyone, I had to squeeze myself into a one-piece with a SWEETHEART NECKLINE! For those of you who don’t know, a sweetheart neckline is a neckline that is low at the front and shaped like the top of a stylized heart. Basically, my bountiful cleavage was completely on display! Luckily the adjustable straps provided enough support for my girls to feel comfortable, but this was a swimsuit for a tropical vacation, not a swimming test. The other girls were speechless when I stood up and joined them in heading out to the pool. We were met by two male wannabe lifeguards, total Zac Efron types, who made no attempts to hide their obvious glances ogling my two massive and exposed flotation devices. As usual, the instructor in charge of conducting the physical tests, barked the following orders: “We will start the conditioning portion testing your ability to retrieve a 10lb dive weight from a depth of seven feet, surface and swim 20 yards with the weight using legs only. Then you must exit the pool without using a ladder within 100 seconds. Then for the next portion of the test, you’ll all get in the pool for a 5-minute tread using legs only. For the final portion of the test there is no time limit. You just need to swim 300-yards using either front crawl or breaststroke. Oh, and after your finished help yourselves to some free food at the snack bar before they close, they’re training new employees, and need the practice.” In my head, the phrase ‘free food’ echoed around for a few moments. My stomach rumbled. I’d eaten a large breakfast and lunch already today, but yet, my body craved more. Together we approach the deep end of the pool. I smelled the chlorine and told myself… I’m okay. I’m okay. I know this. I can do this. I’ve done it before. There is free food waiting for me when I’m done… The others take turns volunteering to go first, and I sit back and watch. The men are the fastest, but the girls aren’t shabby either. Then once everyone else has passed, all eyes turn toward my busty ass. Without a word, I hop in the water, with a much bigger splash than I intended. As I’m swimming down to retrieve the weight, I realize something. I float a lot more than I used to. My buoyant breasts and backside fight against my attempts to reach the bottom of the pool. However, when I retrieve my prize, my natural flotation devices actually seem to help me surface and stay afloat easier than usual. That being said, it’s still a struggle, and of all the potential lifeguards there, I’m the slowest to eventually drag the weight from the water. However, finishing in 91 seconds was nine more seconds than I needed to pass and continue on. For the five minutes tread my higher percentage of body fat once again ended up helping me a great deal, I didn’t even really need to use my legs very much to stay afloat. It was delicious watching the muscular boys and a few of the more muscled girls begin to struggle toward the four-minute mark as they fought to keep their heads afloat. It felt good to be better at something than them, even if it was just lazily floating there. Then came the last test, the 300-yard swim. We all got in the pool at the same time and took off, I kept pace with the young’ins for about a hundred feet before I felt like my lungs were going to explode and I was forced to slow down. F*ck. As the others proceed to outpace me for the next fifteen minutes, I notice some massive side-eye from some of my fellow ladies. I imagine they are probably judging me for my slow pace, but I don’t care. In my head I’ve got an all I can eat buffet waiting for me at the end of this swim, so I keep going, no matter how much it hurts. The others all finish well before I do, but I do eventually finish. Getting out of the pool, I heave myself up the ladder and roll onto my back to catch my breath, I have to be careful that my big breasts don’t slip out of my swimsuit. How long had it taken me to finish? I didn’t know. Did the others already grab their free food? I wasn’t sure. As I lay there gasping for air to sooth my burning lungs and exhausted body, my thoughts continued to run wild… I was once an athlete. I can’t believe I was once an athlete. This used to be easy… Whatever… Free food. Free food. Free food! Chanting my new inner mantra in my head over and over again, I eventually found the strength to get to my feet, just in time to see the other newly certified lifeguards heading back to the locker rooms. Well, most of them. One of the guys was walking in my direction. The others seemed to stop and watch what he was doing. “Hey!” He waved at me. “Huh?” I muttered too tired and starving to really process what was happening just yet. “Yes, you...the cute one!” He emphasized, as he stopped in front of me, blocking my way toward the concession stand and took an obvious glance at my oversized cleavage. Too hungry to deal with this high school jock, I tried to step around him, but he sidestepped, blocking me again. “Oooh, I get it. Playing hard to get, eh? Tee hee hee!” He stupidly laughed like the man-child he was. “Um... Are you...talking to me?” I huffed, probably looking like a seal suffering from heat exhaustion. “Phew, I finally got your attention. Aren't you a sly little minx!” He continued flirting much to my irritation, “So...what's your name, cutie?” “My name? Well... It's Brook, but... Could you move out of my way, please? If I don’t eat something in about five seconds, I’m going to faint…” I pleaded, as the musclebound doof didn’t take the hint. “Brook, eh? That's a cute name.” He mused to himself sounding quite proud. “Oh...it is?” I echoed completely fed up with this distraction. I’d dealt with this type of guy many times before. “I'm Dylan. But I'm sure you already knew that…” He began to blabber on, as I cut him off. “Um...well, actually... Dylan. Excuse me, I have to go… eat.” I managed to shakily explain, as I tried yet again to step past him. He cut me off again, and this time, I wasn’t going to stand for it. A flood of irritated energy flooded through me, and I blinked. The next thing I knew, Dylan had fallen into the pool, the other onlooking lifeguards were all cheering and jeering in my direction and I was trudging toward the concession stand to get my free food. I didn’t know what had just happened, but I didn’t much care. I needed to eat something. Right now. The concession stand was located in the basement of the country club but separate from the club’s main kitchen. The only entrance was a side door near the entrance to the pool area for workers; however, to serve hungry pool goers like me a mini sliding concessions window had been installed on the side of the building fifty years ago or whatever. The wood frame looked old and slightly rotted, but the sliding window itself seemed new enough. It was not unlike one of those mom-and-pop ice cream shop windows. After rounding the brick wall that acted as a noise barrier from the pool area and separated the small eating area from the locker room entrances, I approached the small square looking concessions window and knocked urgently on the glass for someone to open up. After a moment, someone slid open the window. Another high school senior looking fellow. “Sorry, we just closed. I’m the last one here, I’m about to lock up.” He informed me. “What??? Noooo!!” I loudly cried, as dread filled my exhausted body. I felt like collapsing right there and then. “Are you okay??” He asked sounding concerned for me all of a sudden, “You look sick.” “I feel so hungry I could faint.” I pouted in exaggerated fashion, but that’s really how I felt. I swear. I think tears were falling from my cheeks. “Oh no! That’s not good! Hold on, I’ll bring you some food right away!” He assured me. “Really?? That would be wonderful!” I cheered trying to dry my eyes. “So, what do you like? I’ll grab you anything you want.” He explained. “Something delicious. I don’t particularly care what it is. I just want loads of it.” I frankly replied. “Umm, all right. I guess that means you eat pretty much anything?” He questioned, looking a little taken off guard. “Yup.” I assured him. “Okay you stay put! I’ll go get something!” He replied. “Can I have ice cream???” I managed to squeak before he wandered off. “Umm, we only have one of those frozen yogurt machines, I’d have to make a new batch, and umm… I’d really hate for so much to go to waste.” He muttered. “I can eat a whole batch.” I replied completely 100% honest. “One batch is like ten pounds of ice cream. Nobody can eat that much.” He skeptically answered me. “Well, I’m not nobody. I’m Brook Meadows. And I’m hungry.” I conveyed as seriously as I could. “I don’t think we have any utensils left…” He muttered not sounding convinced. “Just make me some ice cream!” I grunted losing my patience for this conversation. Once again, my hangry frustration overcame me, and I blinked… Bobby It was like something just possessed her! One second, I’m staring through the concession window at this pretty lifeguard’s ginormous tits, the next thing I know, she’s trying to climb through it!! Or perhaps squeeze would be more appropriate. The window was small, and the lifeguard, Brook, was really a very busty hourglass. She didn’t look overweight, but she had an obvious feminine softness to her. She had wide hips, but not so wide as to have love handles. Her thighs were full, she didn’t have a thigh gap, but they weren’t overly large. Her stomach wasn’t round, but she had no abs to speak of. Her breasts looked pretty d*mn fat, but the rest of her was just shapely and soft. I watched as this gorgeous terrifying creature fit her arms, head and shoulders through the concession window no problem, but her fat breasts were too chunky to fit straight through. Rather than drag them against the old rotting wooden frame, she elected to use her hands and slowly maneuver them through before once again lurching her attractive body forward and squeezing her midsection through the gap. It seemed like she’d slip all the way through until her soft hips and big butt snagged against the frame. It seemed to my eyes that the girth of her hourglass shape was too great for the tiny concession window, but after wiggling, grunting, and using her arms to drag herself forward after a yelp, she popped forward through the gap and fell right onto me before she hit the ground, knocking me onto my back. “Ugh… What just happened?? Where am I?” She cooed, as if she had no idea what she’d just done. “Are you kidding me? You can’t be back here!” I tried to warn her, as her breasts smothered my face. “Ice cream!” She squeaked, as she pushed herself off of me and hurried up to the ice cream machine, “Will you make me some???” How could I say ‘no’ after all that? Her insistence persuaded me. “Sure.” I said. So, sure enough, I got the materials together and filled up the machine I’d just cleaned. In no time at all, the vanilla soft serve was ready, but we still had no cups or bowls, spoons or straws. I tried telling Brook as much, and in frustration she just shoved me out of the way, bent over backwards, opened her mouth right under the dispenser and pulled the lever. I watched as this insane busty lifeguard drained the ice cream machine directly into her mouth. I’d never seen anything like it. She’d pull the lever, gulp it down, and then pull the lever again. With every gulp, her stomach began to fill. It was like she forgot I was even in the room. She was going to town, gulping down ice cream like a slob. It wasn’t long before her soft stomach began to bloat outward and round out thanks to the massive influx of calories she was consuming so quickly. My eyes were drawn to how tight her red one-piece was looking. She’d gone from busty babe to looking three months’ pregnant in five minutes of gorging. Five minutes later, she was still going at it. To my amazement, her gut had swelled to that of a woman in her sixth month of pregnancy and that’s when it stopped. The ice cream. Not Brook. By all account’s I bet she could have kept going, she’d completely drained the machine! I’d never in my life see someone eat like that. I was speechless. Brook wasn’t. “*Buuuuurrrrpppp!!!!*” She loudly belched, as she slowly wobbled upright and cradled her food baby with both hands before continuing, “That was amazing… I need a nap.” “Well, you can’t nap in here. I’m closing up. You gotta go.” I told her, as she frowned. “Pleaseee!” She begged, but I was insistent. “No, you can’t be in here. I don’t wanna get in trouble.” I urged her. “Fine…” She pouted, as she started walking towards the hallway that led to the exit on the other side of the building. “No, you can’t go out that way.” I halted her, as she stopped and turned around. “Why not?” She wondered. “Chuck set up cameras by the entrance to keep track of who has access to the register. Leave the way you came in.” I told her, pointing at the concessions window. “Are you serious?” Brook wined pinching and inch of her food baby and exclaiming, “Do you have any idea how much ice cream I just ate?” “Yeah, I saw. Still working on believing a girl like you could stomach that much, but yeah. You squeezed in here; you can squeeze out of here.” I ordered, as I shepherded Brook toward the window. Reluctantly, she bent over and stuck her arms through, followed by her head. She paused for a moment; I assume she was carefully maneuvering her big breasts past the wooden frame. With her big butt facing me, I couldn’t resist staring. It was large and full, surprisingly perky for being so soft. Brook slowly started inching forward again, but this time her swollen stomach was a problem. In a moment, her progress slowed to a halt, and she muttered something that my ear’s couldn’t make out. “What? Talk louder!” I yelled. “I might need a hand here…” She loudly squeaked, as she turned her face back toward the window and blushed something fierce. “Stuck?” I assumed. “Yeah…” She admitted, “Give me a hand!” “Umm…” I looked down upon Brook’s voluptuous ass wiggling tantalizing in front of me, “How exactly did you want me to do that?” “Push me!” Brook urged probably wanting to get this embarrassing situation over with. “Where should I put my hands??” I blushed. This girl was clearly a weird one, but I couldn’t help finding her predicament highly attractive. There was something about a vulnerable busty hotty that just struck my fancy. “You have my permission to put your hands wherever you need to! Just get me out of this before someone sees!! Hurry!” She urged, as I went to work. Immediately, my hands were on her ass. It felt incredible. Plump and giggly, I could tell Brook didn’t have a lot of muscle on her. I gave her a hearty shove forward, but she didn’t move a single inch further through the gap. “Ouch!! Let my try and suck it in first!” She yelped, as I watched her midsection clogged into the gap momentarily shrink, as she sucked in her breath. Then, I pushed her forward with all my might. In an instant, Brook successfully surged forward. Only stopping when her hips and thick tush clogged up the gap once again. However, now I knew she could squeeze though. She’d done it before, and food didn’t make someone’s ass bloat. With my help, pushing and cramming every thick inch of Brook’s fat ass through the gap, in a few short moments, she was free and rolled onto the grass in front of the window. “Oh my god, thank you!” She cheered, as she slowly struggled to her feet, and I noticed, as she continued talking, that her one-piece had ripped right around her cleavage area, “What’s your name?” “It’s Bobby.” I simply said, pointing to her bust, and she looked down and realized she was nearly flashing me. “Oh sh*t! Thanks Bobby!” She muttered, as she cupped both breasts with her hands and hurried away, probably back to the locker room to change. Stunned by what had just taken place, I just shook my head, closed my eyes, pictured Brook’s phat butt wedged in the window, and then went about my day closing up shop, hoping as the summer progressed, I’d get to see her again. Brook “Bobby… His name is Bobby. I’ll have to remember his name. He likes to feed me…” I muttered greedily to myself, as I ran inside the locker room and made a mental note to remind Chuck to order me a new swimsuit, at least a size up from the last one… … A few days later, the morning of my first shift at the country club’s pool, I groaned as my phone alarm loudly woke me up. I usually preferred to sleep in until at least 1PM or 2PM, but I couldn’t afford too today. Not when my shift started super early at 11AM. Low on energy and hungover from the night before, I stumbled into my parent’s kitchen looking for something to tide me over until I could stop by a drive thru on my way to the pool for a proper breakfast. As was typical for my parents, they didn’t have anything appetizing in the kitchen, or the pantry, except for a large, unopened jar of peanut butter which I brought downstairs with me, along with a big spoon, so I could snack while I got ready. It took me a few minutes to unscrew the d*mn peanut butter lid, but once I’d succeeded in popping the lid off, I wasted no time in giving the delicious creamy mix a taste. I’ll admit, it would have been better with some chocolate or jam, but I was hungry. So… after sucking down three or four big scoops of creamy peanut butter, I rummaged through my dresser for something suitable to wear to the pool. Chuck had informed me that my new one-piece had arrived and that I could pick it up from his office once I arrived. Deciding to make the pervy old man’s day, I wrangled on a sexy red floral bikini top, a pair of panties, and a pair of dark-blue denim jean shorts. The bikini fit perfectly, but the jean shorts were another story. Perhaps because of how much I’d been indulging at the bar’s lately, buttoning the shorts felt impossible. “Godd*mnit!” I cussed, as I fought against my bloated stomach to clasp the f*cking button into its proper place. However, it was quite apparent to me that my tummy was still swollen into the shape of a round beer gut. It was way too big right now to allow itself to be restrained by the confines of my small shorts. I tried multiple times to force the button together, but the more I tried, the more my bloated stomach refused to endure such discomfort. As if voicing its opposition to my choice of skimpy clothing, it steadily groaned and growled loudly the longer I took to try and force myself into my cute jean shorts. Letting out a frustrated groan, I eventually relented. My morning beer bloat had won this round. Resting my thick booty down upon my soft bed, I looked down upon my protruding fleshy gut with disdain. I gave it a poke, it jiggled… gross. “Better switch to white claws for a little while…” I rationalized, as I fell back into bed and wiggled out of my shorts. Eventually after trying on a few other clothing options, I decided on the most comfortable pair of shorts I owned. An old pair of tight-fitting gym shorts, red in color and with an elastic waist and drawstring to accommodate my morning bloat. They fit comfortably across my waist, although my ass was practically bursting out of them. Whatever. Pick your poison, I guess. Before leaving, I ate a few more scoops of peanut butter, applied some makeup, grabbed my knock-off aviator sunglasses, donned some white tennis shoes, and strode outside to my mom’s car to hit up the drive thru before getting to work. As I drove, I decided on Burger King for breakfast. Yes, it was heavy and very very fattening, but I needed something delicious to lift my spirits after failing to fit into my sexy jean shorts this morning. All things considered only arriving 11 minutes late was a win for me. I probably would have arrived on time, except after polishing off my first whopper in record time, I felt I needed one more for the road to fully satiate me. Hopping out of my mom’s car, and feeling like a bloated cow, I proceeded to dump all my wrappers into a nearby trash can, I licked my greasy fingers, took one last gulp of my cup of coke, trashed it, and then grabbed my jar of peanut butter before I headed inside to Chuck’s office. However, when I let myself in, it wasn’t pervy old Chuck waiting for me, it was… “Richard!?” I yelped with a surprised tone in my voice, as I clutched my jar of peanut butter tightly and tried to suck my bloated tummy in. However, I was simply too full, my bloated belly remained rounded outward despite my best efforts to conceal it. “Brook! How are you doing? You still eating everything in sight?” My ex-boyfriend teased, as he looked at what I was holding and approached me for a hug. Wrapping my arms around him for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t get over how good he felt. So strong, so sturdy. When I was 18, Richard had been a 21-year-old college track star. I’d spent my whole summer lusting after him. We flirted heavily, but I was young, inexperienced, and he had a busty college girlfriend. Our cliched forbidden romance came to a head at the very end of the summer, he’d just broken up with his girlfriend which meant that I got to enjoy a night of euphoric drunken rebound sex with him followed by a few weeks of long-distance dating before we split by the end of September. Ahh, summer love. It’s something short and sweet. Seeing him now looking so good brought up so many sultry memories. “Yeahhh, I guess.” I responded, blushing fiercely for getting called out on my poor eating habits, “I’m doing well, just graduated.” “Congratulations.” Richard smiled, as his eyes took in my considerably more feminine figure, and then poked me right in my exposed belly button, “What’d they feed you at Douglass University? Peanut butter for breakfast, lunch and dinner? You really filled out.” “Umm… No…” I blushed even more fiercely than I did a second ago, “Just the usual cafeteria buffet stuff…” “Well, you look good.” Richard smiled approvingly, much to my relief. “Good.” I awkwardly nodded too embarrassed to think clearly. After a brief moment of silence, Richard continued, “*Ahem* Here’s your new uniform. I thought Dad made a mistake when he had you down for a size 14, but d*mn. Guess he was right… How umm… How long are you gonna be staying in the area?” “I’d like to get a job in town, so… for the forceable future I guess.” I managed to shakily reply. “Well, I move back in September. I’d love to take you out to dinner if you’re up for it?” Richard smoothly asked. “Dinner?” I echoed, my mouth watering even though I’d just ate a big burger breakfast, “Why not tonight?” “I’ve got a plane to catch tonight. Otherwise, I’d love to.” Richard explained, as I accepted my new one-piece from him. To my surprise, it was blue, not red like the rest of them. “Bummer.” I frowned, before continuing, “but, umm… September sounds good.” “Good.” Richard smiled, appearing pleased with my response. Sexual tension was in the air, both of us could sense it. However, with the timing of things being what it was, neither of us wanted to make the first move. So, I retreated. For now… “Umm, well, I better get going, I’m already late for my first shift.” I muttered, slowly backing away towards the door. “Classic Brook. You haven’t changed one bit.” Richard chuckled. The way he laughed made my heart beat through my chest. “Haha, not really!” I giggled, as I snuck my way out the door and pranced down the hallway toward the entrance to the pool. Compared to running into Richard again, my first shift was completely uneventful. My new one-piece fit like a charm, although just like my previous one, it also had a sweetheart neckline… I spent the day lazing around on my butt, tanning my chest, lifeguarding, stalking Richard on Facebook and Instagram, and polishing off my entire jar of peanut butter by my shift’s end. … As the month of June rolled around, I fell into a delightfully lax schedule. I was scheduled to work at the pool every other day, so I had plenty of time off to do what I wanted. When I wasn’t at the pool lounging and snacking to my heart’s content, I was spending my hard-earned money at my town’s finest bars getting ** on cheap beer and stuffing my face with pizza, wings, burgers, anything I could afford that looked good. The only real annoyance I had to content with on a weekly basis was Dylan, one of my fellow lifeguards who seemed to be completely obsessed with me, aka my breasts… “Brook!” Dylan cheered upon seeing me, sitting cross-legged on my towel, enjoying my lunch break under the shade of one of the club’s large oak trees. “Oh, hello…” I mumbled with my mouth full of turkey, bacon, lettuce, tomato, mustard, mayonnaise, and plenty of toasted white bread. “Double sandwiches again?” He stupidly pointed out, as my second turkey BLT remained wrapped up on my blanket next to the empty wrapper of the one I was currently stuffing my face with. “Yeah, what of it?” I countered blushing a little bit. I hated it when people pointed out my gluttonous habits like this. “Nothing, just… do you have something against chips?” He questioned clearly alibiing this dull conversation off the top of his head. “I love chips, but two sandwiches are a better bang for my buck than one sandwich and a bag of chips.” I explained honestly, but just from the look on Dylan’s dumbfounded face, I could tell the muscle-bound doof didn’t understand, so I muttered in an annoyed tone, “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m trying to enjoy my lunch.” “Oh, I umm…. I picked these flowers for you. Thought you might like them.” He replied, as he revealed an obviously store-bought bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “Oh…” I hummed trying to decide if I should be polite in my rejection or ruthless. “W-what? You don’t like them?” Dylan worriedly muttered. At first, I found Dylan’s obvious pickup attempts annoying, but now, two weeks into the summer, they were just coming off as more pathetic and desperate every time. I decided to let him down easy this time, “Well…” However, it seemed he misunderstood my change in tone, “Oh? Good! So, you do like them??” “No, it’s just that… umm…” I tried to explain but ended up losing my steam. Finally seeming to catch my drift, Dylan nodded, “No good, eh?” “Nope. I’m not one of those girl’s that’s into flowers.” I answered far more straightforward than I’d been a second ago, “You can’t eat flowers.” “What are you into?” Dylan almost begged to know. “…” I didn’t really think about it, I just looked down at my sandwich, took a big bite, and blurted loudly with my mouth full, “Food!” “Like a box of chocolates?” He questioned, seeming to follow along. Gulping down the mess of food I’d just forced into my mouth, I responded, “I mean, yeah if you wanna get me something, chocolate is fine. I like anything that’s delicious, really. But don’t expect me to date you just because you buy me one measly box of chocolates. You could buy me twenty boxes of chocolate and I still wouldn’t feel compelled to date you. Understand??” “Understood.” Dylan replied looking more hopeful than I’d ever seen him before. I kinda thought he’d be a little more disappointed after getting rejected like that, so I questioned, “Do you?” “I do. Don’t you worry, your pretty little head about it.” He smiled before tossing the flowers on the ground and walking away. Bobby After my encounter with Brook over Memorial Day weekend, I saw quite a lot of the busty lifeguard as the summer progressed. I think my shifts at the snack bar overlapped with her shifts lifeguarding quite a lot. It seemed like anytime I was working, Brook was making her way over to order something at least every hour. Most of my regular customers tended to order the same types of things, but not Brook. She never seemed to order the same thing twice. Her cravings were all over the place. One day she ordered two hot dogs around noon, okay, well it was two hot dogs on one bun, Brook tended to haggle with her orders. She wanted two hot dogs, but only wanted to pay for one. After arguing with her for five minutes, I gave in and let her have her the double hot dog for the price of one just to keep the line moving. The next time I was working, it was the same thing but with burgers. She was a constant headache to deal with, but she was just so ridiculously attractive I found myself almost perversely looking forward to her disruptive antics each and every day. I quickly learned that Brook simply loved to snack. When she wasn’t nibbling on something she ordered from the snack bar, I’d see her constantly chowing down on something she managed to mooch off of someone else. I’d seen her beg for goldfish, Oreos, even pizza, from lounging parents. Poor Dylan is a perfect example of this. For two weeks, she’d been leading him on in order to extort food from him. The guy was so hopelessly lovestruck that he started buying her a box of chocolates every shift, thinking the way to her heart was through her bottomless stomach, but I was beginning to know better. She was just shamelessly using Dylan for his wallet. I was careful not to fall into the same trap. The only thing she cared about was food, that was it. Pure and simple. I could appreciate that Brook was very nice eye candy, but she wasn’t worth getting attached too or involved with. Besides, there was another lifeguard, Amber, who I had my eyes on. Around the time the 4th of July rolled around, I was minding my own business, manning the snack bar, when I noticed a familiar pair of busty breasts bouncing up to the concession window. “Something smells delicious today…” She hummed in her typical bubbly voice. Looking through the window to respond, I couldn’t help but notice the fact that her blue one-piece appeared to be digging into her hips a little more than usual. It was like her swimsuit had shrunk in the wash or something… Or she had filed out… Her abdomen was looking a bit misshapen. It looked more rounded and puffy than usual… Love handles… Brook had sprouted love handles. They were pressing against the sides of her swimsuit, straining it to the limit. Her arms looked thicker than I remembered, as did her calves and thighs. And her breasts… They’d gone up a size for sure. My summer eye candy had gotten pudgy. “That’s probably the Domino’s pizza. Chuck really splurged for the holiday.” I reasoned, as Brook hummed with apparent surprise and excitement. “Mhhh! Pizza sounds good. How much is it?” She wondered swaying her breasts side to side. It was hypnotic. Brook had put on some weight, but she was still hot. “A dollar. Same as with the usual frozen stuff.” I assured her. “How much for a full pizza?” Brook innocently inquired. “Eight slices, eight dollars.” I firmly stated, sensing Brook was about to haggle with me. “How about five dollars for a full pizza?” She countered, before attempting to illicit some sympathy from me, “I’ve only got five bucks… If I had eight, I’d pay eight. I swear.” “I’m sure. It’s eight dollars for eight slices. I don’t know how to be any clearer about that.” I replied once again trying to hold my ground. “Come on, it’s a holiday… And I’m hungry…” Brook pouted, before blinking a couple of times and making her eyes glisten with freshly produced crocodile tears, “I’m so hungry I could faint…” “This again? Come on Brook. You’re not starving.” I expressed my doubt much to Brook’s irritation. “Pleaseeee! What do you want from meee???” She whined pathetically. “Eight dollars.” I succinctly replied with a slight smug satisfaction I might add. “Ugh!!” Brook fumed, “Come on, I need food! How am I supposed to guard lives on an empty stomach!” “Your stomach doesn’t look empty.” I pointed out, as Brook blushed something fiercely. I used to be a little intimidated by the busty college graduate, but not anymore. She acted way less mature than her age and now she was quickly eating herself into a less extraordinary specimen. It had become a lot easier to mess with her like this. Grasping her gut with both hands, she bit her lip in frustration, puffed her upper lip up and then let out a large sigh before replying, “Okay.” “Okay.” She repeated sounding more annoyed than before. “Okayyy!” She repeated once again, getting a crazy look in her eyes. It looked like the girl was about to throw a tantrum and I didn’t want her causing a scene in the middle of the day trying to squeeze her thick butt into the snack bar again. “Brook! Jesus, just chill out. I’ll loan you the three dollars you’re short of, but you owe me.” I conceded. Once again, she’d broken my resistance. I knew d*mn well she would never pay me back in a million years. She probably knew that too. “Really?” Brook muttered suddenly looking at a loss for words. “Really, now pay up before I changed my mind.” I sighed, as Brook smiled something wild and bounced up and down with satisfaction. Her breasts were jiggling all over the place in response. In her joy to hand me her five-dollar bill, she reached between her generous bosom, pulled out a sweaty five-dollar bill, dropped it, and I watched as the wind carried it behind her. Without even thinking, the busty beauty just bent over giving me a full view of her backside. It looked like she had quite the wedgy going on thanks to her overly meaty cheeks. It looked to my eyes like her ass had gotten even bigger since the incident over Memorial Day weekend. “Sorry about that, here you go.” Brook smiled, as she picked up her money, turned around and handed it to me. “No problem. Here you go. Enjoy.” I smiled in return, while I handed Brook the full box of pizza. Opening it up in front of me and taking a big sniff in, Brook then looked at her pizza and frowned, “I thought I smelled pepperoni. What gives?” “Pepperoni is a dollar fifty a slice.” I explained, as I noticed that familiar rage building up in Brook’s eyes again, “Why are you looking at me like that?” “The peperoni smelled delicious…” She hissed looking like some demon had just possessed her. “Eat the pizza you paid for. And if you’re still hungry, I’ll give you a piece of peperoni, okay? On the house.” I promised to try to defuse this delicate situation. “Okay. I’ll be back.” Brook grunted with her best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. I figured once she’d had something to eat, she’d calm down and forget about my offer, but as usual, when it came to Brook, I was wrong. 15 minutes later, seriously, only fifteen minutes later. I timed it. Brook returned. “There is no way you ate all that.” I doubted, as I watched Brook waddle toward me. Although, her bloated midsection looked even larger than it did before. “This food-baby begs to differ,” Brook announced smugly, as she stopped in front of the window and gave her gut an impressive slap. It jiggled almost as much as her breasts did. “You can’t still be hungry.” I doubted, while Brook transitioned to cradling her gut as if it really was a baby. “I’m not hungry, I’m starving!” Brook burst, looking more determined than ever to beg me to give her more food. “You’re starving? After just shoveling down a whole cheese pizza? How can you possibly eat so much and still be hungry?? Didn’t Dylan already give you a box of chocolates today?? Are you secretly a bear about to hibernate or something??” I exclaimed tired of her bullsh*t. “Hibernate?? I don't hibernate!!” She angrily replied. “Two days ago, you almost ate that meatball sub you ordered right out of my hands! What is wrong with you???” I countered seriously, as concerned for this girl as I was with my own wellbeing when she was acting this crazy around me. Suddenly for a moment the crazy look in Brook’s eyes went away and she replied, “To be honest, I don't know why I'm so hungry all the time. I'm never full. I always get hungry as soon as I finish eating... I can’t explain it. I’ve always been like this…” “What?! That's just...incredible! That sounds like a serious problem.” I exclaimed unsure how much I should trust Brook’s word for it. “It’s only a problem if I don’t get enough food.” She explained sounding more serious. “Well... good luck with that. I’m sure you can get something else when you’re done your shift.” I replied, attempting to end the conversation and close the window, but Brook quickly put her hand out and stopped me. “Er... Excuse me? Can you wait a minute?” She chirped. “What?” I muttered seeing that crazy look in her eyes burning ever crazier. “Haven't you forgotten something?” Brook hummed sounding insistent, but looking nuts. She was seriously still after the pizza. I couldn’t believe it. I tried playing dumb, “Now, let me think… Nope! Didn’t forget anything!” “My peperoni pizza??” Brook inquired deadly serious. Knowing she wasn’t above squeezing her way inside to get what she wanted, I gave in, handed Brook a whole peperoni pie, and wished her on her way. The second the food changed hands, Brook changed into a completely different person. Suddenly she was that carefree bubbly lifeguard all over again. As she waddled away, swaying her luscious hips back and forth, I wondered if anyone else saw this side of her, or if she just unleashed it around me. After my close call on the 4th of July, I bit the bullet and asked to change my schedule, so I wasn’t working when Brook was. She was just too disruptive and her poor eating habits were starting to impact my wallet, as I had to cover the difference when she haggled her way out of paying for all the food she was gobbling down. For the rest of the month of July, life was a breeze. I’d lost my eye candy, but I’d also lost a lot of stress by scheduling Brook out of my life. However, at the rate she was packing on the pounds I was sure most people wouldn’t be considering her eye candy for much longer… Brook As the month of August came and went, my indulgent and carefree summer was rapidly coming to an end. I was sad. Labor Day, the first Monday of September and the last day the swim club remained open this season, was only a few days away. Soon I’d have to get a real job, start taking my life seriously, and probably move out of my parent’s house. Oh joy… I am not thrilled about kissing my life of sweet indulgent freedom goodbye just yet… Waking up for my last shift at the pool was a grueling experience. Last night I went hard at the bars in town and was really feeling hungover and bloated today. The first thing my eyes saw when I opened them was my substantial belly blocking the view of my feet. I tried to pull myself up from the bed, but my mushy middle didn’t possess the strength right now to sit me upright. Once upon a time, I used to kick myself out of bed with minimal effort, now I was forced by necessity to awkwardly roll off of it. Once my feet were off the side of the bed and I was sitting upright, I muffled a loud yawn with my left hand and then braced my oversized, mushy breasts with both of my pudgy arms. Feeling an itch, I groggily scratched my soft chin before wobbly standing up and lumbering to the bathroom. On my way, I could feel my belly jiggling up and down, as I hurried. I really had to pee. Sitting down upon the toilet to relieve myself, it felt like the darn thing had shrunk or something, my ass totally overflowed both sides of the toilet. Once I flushed, I hopped in the shower and let the warm water wake me up before wandering upstairs for some coffee. However, upon entering my parent’s kitchen, I found a note from my mom, not the usual cup of iced coffee. Apparently, she’d gone to a doctor’s appointment and taken the car. Sh*t! How was I supposed to get to work on time?? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I had to get ready. Rushing back downstair, my pajamas came off and my swimsuit came on. The d*mn thing had shrunk in the wash, just like my last one which I had to replace back around the beginning of August, but luckily, I was able to still squeeze into it, although it didn’t make my tits, stomach, or butt feel all that comfortable. As I wrangled on a pair of stretchy grey gym shorts up my thick and soft thighs, my stomach rumbled loudly and my brain went to work trying to figure out something to do for food, and how to get to work on time. Rushing into the garage, my dad’s car wasn’t there either, he was probably at work. My old bike was sitting in the corner of the room. I hadn’t ridden it in years, but I was considering it now. However, as I picked up my old helmet and tried it on, I couldn’t even get the straps to fasten under my chin. Clearly the bike and all my old biking gear wasn’t fit for a fully grown woman such as myself. Instead, I grabbed my phone and pondered who was available to give me a ride. Since I’d graduated a year late from university, pretty much all of my high school friends had moved home and moved out well before I did. That only left a few options. Dylan was working today at the swim club, and he had a car, I knew that boob-obsessed bozo would do anything for me, but that was a desperate option… I wasn’t desperate. Since it was September, that meant that Richard was probably back in town. We never settled on our dinner plans, so I decided to text him and see if he could give me a lift to work. Lucky for me, he replied pretty quickly informing me he’d be at my place in ten minutes. If my math was correct that meant I’d arrive only five minutes late at the swim club if we didn’t stop for any sort of breakfast on the way. Roaming back into my parents’ kitchen, I checked the place for something to satisfy my morning hunger. There wasn’t much to choose from. My mom had a book club meeting later tonight, and had made a 12 serving chipotle pasta salad that was currently chilling in the refrigerator with a sticky note on it that warned: “If you eat this Brook, you’re dead to me.” My mother had such a funny sense of humor. Without any other options, I crumbled up my mom’s sarcastic sticky note, grabbed my mom’s pasta salad and went to work satisfying my hunger, while I continued to get ready. I wanted to make sure I looked extra pretty when I saw Richard, so I went a little extra with my makeup. By the time I heard his familiar honk outside my parent’s house, I decided to take the rest of the pasta salad with me and finish it in the car. I’d probably devoured at least six servings in the last 10 minutes, but I wasn’t nearly satisfied. My stomach felt full, but my hunger remained unabated. Carrying it in both hands, I carefully exited the front door of my parents’ house and waddled over to Richard’s jeep. “Oh wow, Brook. Jeez.” Richard gasped, as he got a look of my big breakfast. “What? I’m hungry and this is all my mom had in the fridge.” I defended myself, as I opened the door to Richard’s jeep and rested my big booty down into his passenger seat. The seat was far more comfortable than I remembered. Perhaps he’d gotten some new cushions? “Wasn’t talking about the pasta salad Brook. D*mn. Have you been gorging yourself like this all summer? You got huge!” Richard exclaimed, as I realized he wasn’t looking at my pasta salad, but at my bloated belly. “I’m just bloated from drinking last night.” I denied Richard’s claim, as I rubbed my full stomach. Reaching over and pinching my mushy love handles Richard teased, “You feel squishy. This is fat Brook. Not bloat. All that overeating’s really catching up with you.” “It is not.” I growled feeling my cheeks burning red from embarrassment, “Can we just go? I’m already late for work.” “Sure…” Richard hummed shifting the car in to gear and taking off. As we drove things were quiet for a few minutes, but I didn’t care. The silence gave me time to brunt the embarrassment I was feeling by guzzling the last of my mom’s pasta salad down my throat. When I was finally finished, I couldn’t hold in a little, “*BUuurrppp!*” “Gross.” Richard commented much to my irritation. “What? It’s a burp. Everybody does it.” I grunted, as I tossed the empty bowl into his back seat and grasped my rounded belly with both hands for comfort. “You look pregnant.” He pointed out. “It’s just a food baby. Lots of girls get them.” I justified. Silence again filled the car. Richard hit a bump in the road, and I could feel my boobs jiggle as a result. They were feeling extra sensitive recently, they even looked even more swollen than they usually did. When Richard hit another bump, I decided to break the silence with a request, “Would you mind stopping at Starbucks? I need some coffee.” “No problem.” Richard nodded, as he changed lanes and turned into the Starbucks drive thru we were approaching. As we waited in line, Richard attempted small talk, “So… Anything eventful happen this summer at the club?” “Umm…” I hummed, resting my elbow on my gut, as I thought about it before answering, “Some creepy father of four pretended to drown so I’d give him mouth to mouth.” “Seriously??? When did that happen?” Richard exclaimed. “Umm, the July 4th weekend.” I responded. “That’s nuts.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t know. Seems like lots of guys are dying for me to give them mouth to mouth.” I smirked, deciding to shoot my shot with Richard. I’d been stalking his social media all summer. I know we didn’t get off on the right foot today, but we had a past together, I still felt like I had a shot, “How about you?” “Mouth to mouth? With you?” Richard repeated, stalling. Perhaps I’d caught him off guard. “Yeahhh.” I hummed batting my eyelashes at him and smiling fiercely. I even posed in such a way so that my ** cleavage was firmly in his view. “I don’t know.” He shrugged, looking at my breasts, then gazing lower and looking a bit turned off, “I don’t think so.” “Why not?” I pouted feeling the sting of rejection. “I don’t know. I just don’t have those feelings for you anymore.” He explained. “I thought you wanted to get dinner with me in September. It’s September! What changed over the summer??” I questioned probably sounding a little bit too desperate. My dry run these last six weeks was getting to me. Masturbation just wasn’t cutting it. “I don’t know how to put this delicately, but… You put on weight.” Richard revealed much to my anger and embarrassment. “I… I-I… I have not!” I gasped, wishing right now that I hadn’t eaten so much for breakfast. “Look, Brook… I’ll always care about you, so I’m not going to bullsh*t you. I wanna date someone like me, who keeps in shape. Nothing against you personally.” Richard tried to explain, but at this point I wasn’t hearing it. “Whatever…” I pouted crossing my arms under my ginormous tits and pouting. I ended up ordering a large coffee, and a dozen breakfast pastries. Richard didn’t say anything, on our ride to the pool as I stuffed my face. However, once he dropped me off and said goodbye, I knew that was the last time I’d see him. My gut was so swollen with food that I couldn’t even bend at the waist to retie my shoes. Richard wouldn’t wanna touch me with a 10-foot pole. Our impulsive love had always been superficial. I shouldn’t have expected anything more from an ape like him. Moving on from my irritation, I carefully waddled into the pool area, only to find it practically deserted. It was a cloudy day, looked like it was going to rain. It was no wonder nobody was around. Feeling fat and depressed, I waddled towards the women’s locker room to put my stuff away. It felt like if I made any wrong move, I might just pop my swimsuit right then and there. The straps were groaning against the seams of the suit, they were handing on, but it didn’t feel like I could really afford to breath… Moments away from entering the girl’s locker room, I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. Dylan’s musclebound figure awaited my eyes once I turned around. I was not in the mood to deal with this annoying Zac Efron look-alike right now, although the goof had grown on me over the course of the summer. “Brook! I found these exquisite seashell earrings the other day, stunning right? Why don’t you take them. They’d look really pretty on you.” He offered, as he extended his hands and showed me the jewelry in question. “Oh…” I hummed sounding exhausted with his constant attempts to impress me. Although, as low as I was feeling after Richard rejected me, it was nice to feel wanted, even if it was coming from a dumb jock like Dylan. “Not interested, are you?” Dylan frowned seemingly disappointed I hadn’t gotten excited just from looking at his gift. He should have known by now that I much preferred food. Still though, the earrings looked expensive, and I didn’t want to sound too ungrateful. “It’s not that…” I shrugged, “I’m not a very material person.” “I know… I just thought…” He paused, looking down and away from me. “What?” I echoed. I hated it when he made me feel sorry for him like this. The 18-year-old was attractive, he could have any girl he wanted; it was his own fault he kept hitting on me. Were my breasts that perfect in his mind that he could overlook all my other flaws?? Or maybe his crush on me wasn’t that superficial. After all, he knew my flaws, he totally enabled my constant gluttony, he could probably see I’d sprouted a bit of a noticeable gut this summer, yet… He keeps trying to win my affection. Dylan frowned, clearly saddened by my response, and said, “To be honest, I was thinking that if I gave you something you really liked, you might come out to dinner with me sometime…” Dinner? As pained and full as my stomach was at the moment, the word dinner still made my tummy flutter with excited butterflies. My face lit up. I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t turn down a free meal, even if it was coming from Dylan. My response was immediate and looked like it took the poor lifeguard completely off guard, “Oh! I wouldn't mind joining you... if dinner’s involved.” “Really!?” Dylan gasped with excitement, “I will take you to the finest purveyor of salacious foods in town! I promise!” “A fine restaurant? Tasty food? I can’t wait!” The glutton inside me accepted. The logical side of me was too weak to regain control, “Pick me up at 8PM sharp. I’ll be ready.” … It was too late to change my mind. I’d accepted a dinner date with Dylan. I knew he’d tell everyone about it too, but at this point, the summer was practically over, Richard had rejected me, and I wouldn’t have to put up with my lifeguard coworkers for much longer anyway. Besides, I was hungry. And **. And horny. Because Dylan wasn’t 21, we couldn’t drink together in public. So, I’d taken the liberty of downing five or six mixed drinks prior to his arrival. Luckily, I’d gotten all dolled up before I started drinking. Otherwise I’d of been a real mess when he came to pick me up. I’d spent half an hour trying to squeeze into some of my old cute cocktail dresses, but none of them fit thanks to my stupid gut. Richard had been onto something, I had gained some serious poundage… I took a step on my mother’s scale and at 205lbs, it turned out I had packed on quite a lot of weight this summer. I wasn’t that busty lifeguard every guy lusted over anymore; I was chubby. Very chubby. Certainly overweight. Borderline fat. I don’t know, maybe I was chubby by American standards and fat by the world’s standards. I was **. I didn’t know. So, I had to raid my mother’s closet. Once upon a time, she’d been chubby, so I hoped she still had some cute dresses in larger sizes that I could steal for the occasion. Eventually, I found something worth wearing. This cute summer dress I found had an airy, breezy ruffle design to minimize my chunky waistline, wide hips and girthy backside, it featured an open back, and halter tie bust so I could show off my swollen cleavage. It was a tight fit around my swollen tits, and slightly less tight around my gut and butt. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best I could do with the limited time I had available. In my tipsy state I was actually worried Dylan wouldn’t find me attractive, but once he picked me up and we started talking, I should have known better… “You know… You look a little… different today.” Dylan commented, as he drove me to Olive Garden. “How so? I know I’ve put on a little weight recently…” I worriedly replied, trying to adjust my dress to make sure my bulkier gut was properly concealed. “You’re looking cuter than usual.” He said putting my worries at ease with that silly way he loved to flatter me. “Really?!” I squeaked giddy for the complement. “Yeah, definitely a little cuter.” Dylan smiled seemingly on cloud nine that I was in his sh*ty old Honda with him. Dinner was delicious. Dylan took me to Olive Garden, and he didn’t seem to mind that I made a proper pig of myself. I ate three baskets of breadsticks, two cheesy dips, pasta, pizza, and steak. Plus dessert. Cheesecake, Cannoli’s, and ice cream. Stuffed to the gills, Dylan eventually drove me home after our lovely dinner. I didn’t talk much, Dylan did, but honestly, I didn’t really mind. For once, he wasn’t annoying to me. Quite the opposite actually. Maybe it was the alcohol, the food, or just his persistence, but for once, I felt like returning his affection. He walked me to my parents’ door, and I accepted his nervous kiss. After all, nobody was watching, and it had been a while for me. One kiss turned into another, and before I knew it, we were in the basement getting frisky on my bed. I was so freaking full and inflexible, I couldn’t exactly do much, but Dylan was more than happy to put in 99% of the work. He undressed me, then himself, and then gave my ample breasts a luscious amount of attention, turning me on to the point I was begging for it. And then he gave it to me. It didn’t take long for each of us to get our rocks off. As we lay together naked and cuddling, in the aftermath of our spontaneous hook up, I didn’t have much to say, but my belly did. After a loud rumble, Dylan muttered, “What as that?” “I’m just… hungry.” I admitted shamefully. Even though I’d eaten a ton for dinner and my belly was still the size of a watermelon, the orgasm made me hungry regardless. “How?” Dylan wondered, putting a hand on my big belly and trying to figure out how I could possibly want more considering I was so d*mn stuffed. “I don’t know. It’s a curse.” I shrugged, trying not to blush. Seeing the gluttonous lust in my eye, he nodded and replied smoothly, “Well, I don’t have any food on me right now, but I can go get you something right away.” He tried to get up, but I rolled on top of him and pinned him down with my excessive anchor of a belly. Slowly wiggling myself lower upon him, I cooed, “Please... don't leave... not yet… I’m not done with you yet…” Before he could respond, my greedy lips reached their destination. “Whoa there…” Dylan sighed, as he grabbed my hair, while I wrapped my engorged breasts around his stiffy. He helped me rock up and down, as I started giving him the best titty cushioned blowjob of his life. Dylan was young and horny for me. It didn’t take me long to set him sailing. With a hungry gulp, I cooed, “Mmmmm… so… tasty… Now, go grab me a snack like a good boy.” “Yes Brook!” He chirped as he rolled off the bed and started trying to find his clothes. Rolling back onto my back, my arms cradled my expansive gut. If I kept eating like this, I knew deep down that I’d be stuck with it for the rest of my life. I know my habits are awfully unhealthy, I know I should stop living like this… eating like this… after all, over the summer alone, I gained what? Like 50 pounds?? I should stop, I know I should stop, But… I’m not going to. Life is just too short to count calories. Besides, I did my trick for Dylan, and I wanted my reward.

“Shit… Tam?! Tam!!” Tamara craned her neck up toward the source of the noise, shouting from where she was on the living room couch without getting up. “WHAT?!” she hollered back, somewhat irritated. Netflix had just dropped a new season of her favorite dating reality show, Love Stinks, and, while it was absolute trash, she admitted, bad dating shows had always been a bit of a guilty pleasure for her. “Can you come here, please!” the voice more ordered than asked. Tamara sighed, fumbling for the television remote as she slumped out of her comfort spot on the couch. “So Danica, are YOU ready to smell love-” the D-list celebrity host on the television screen went quiet as Tamara paused her program and tossed the remote onto the small coffee table in front of her. Whatever her younger sister wanted, it had better have been important. Yes… Younger sister. Tamara might have only been older than her twin by four and a half minutes, but it still counted. Tamara had always been the restrained one, the responsible one, the straight A student, the… well, the dull one, honestly. There was no mincing of words about it. Shannon was the “cooler” sister, the more outgoing, sociable one, the one that still got invited to parties by old friends looking to catch up, the one who had a list of guys sliding into her DMs longer than Tam’s entire friends list on the Gram… Tam just honestly didn’t know how her sister did it. It seemed at times like Shannon had the entire world on a string, the epitome of the typical “hot girl life” that was capitulated by frequent social excursions, attractive men with considerable bank accounts buying overpriced drinks and offering rides in overpriced cars, and lavish excursions paid for by desperately horny playthings. Shannon was the very definition of a socialite, and shy and introverted Tamara had had to spend the entirety of her life in her sister’s shadow. The one “kinda cool” thing that Tamara had that was hers alone was her four-year stint on the high school soccer team. Tamara had always held herself to a high standard when it came to fitness; although she didn’t really play too often anymore as a young adult, the toned, lithe physique that she had managed to maintain well into the cusp of her mid-twenties was evidence, again, of the discipline that she allowed to shape her lifestyle, and subsequently her appearance. But Tamara only had so much time to reflect on her status as the “uncool one” before her sister barked again. “NOW please!?” she heard shouted from around the corner. “I’m coming!” Tamara angrily brushed a strand of vivid, unkempt red hair from her eyes as her lean and long legs carried her quickly across the carpet and towards the hallway that led to the kitchen. Because of course Shannon was in the kitchen. The two twin twenty-somethings were home by themselves that weekend; their parents were at one of their little brother’s college football games that afternoon, and both sisters had opted out of attendance. Tamara because she simply had no interest in American football, and Shannon because, as she put it, “the concession food sucks”. Nobody had tried to argue with her there. If there was anything that nobody questioned Shannon’s expertise on, it was food. That was not to say that Shannon was particularly skilled at food preparation; outside of mastery of the microwave, the robust redhead hardly knew her place around the kitchen. No, Shannon’s expertise with food clearly came to its consumption, and that had been becoming more and more evident over recent years, especially now that the girls were both back from university. By all accounts, Tamara and Shannon could have been identical. Sure, they wore their hair differently, with Shannon’s straightened and sumptuously flowing red mane coming down to about mid-back level while Tamara’s was usually cut short, unkempt and rarely past her shoulders. And they didn’t necessarily wear their makeup the same; Tamara hardly ever bothered wearing any at all, while Shannon’s was so expertly done up one would have thought that she had majored in cosmetics at uni. But, outside of that, there was one specific reason that the two girls were impossible to confuse for one another, even if they ever did decide to try to pull a Parent Trap one day. Tamara, true to her diet and fitness regimen, was lanky and lean, trim and toned with hardly a trace of excess fat about her. Shannon, for all of her efforts at remaining the pretty and popular twin, had for a while kept herself up to the same type of dietary restrictions as her older sibling, if not the physical ones. Tamara, ever the “wise older sister”, had always been around to keep Shannon’s cravings in check, to chastise the more outgoing redhead whenever she reached for that extra helping at dinner or tried to sneak that extra snack into her bedroom. But college had been a huge change for the two girls; it had been the first time that the two had ever been separated. Tamara had gone to Meddlewith on a full scholarship to pursue a degree in marine biology, a degree that she could proudly say she was doing literally nothing with in the present day, her job as a sales clerk at a local retail store showing that the college credential didn’t open as many doors nowadays as it used to. Shannon had gone to Stockton University to major in, of all things, English. It was an honest-to-god do-nothing major, with Shannon having only gone because the school had offered a full ride as well, despite the slender slacker’s suspiciously subpar GPA. And that was where the… “changes” had begun. It turned out that without her much stricter sister to keep her temptations in check, Shannon had finally begun partaking in indulgence in a way that Tamara would have certainly never engaged in, her newfound independence manifesting in an appetite that bordered on the unhinged, the natural “party girl” aspect of her personality revealing itself in full gusto as Shannon began to eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, without anyone watchful to keep her in check. Shannon had elected for four long years not to come home for the summer in between semesters, which meant that Tamara had had literally no idea about the transformations, both in routine and in rotundness, that her sister had been going through, as candid as Shannon was about it. Sure, Shan and Tam still talked regularly enough over the phone, but that wasn’t the same as seeing each other in person. Tamara herself didn’t really spend too much time on social media… so despite the fact that Shannon’s own Facebook and Instagram timeline served as an obvious testament to the girthy girl’s grandiose growth, Tamara had remained completely ignorant of it. It wasn’t until Tamara and the rest of the family had flown out to Shannon’s graduation, a full four years down the road, that Shannon’s new physique had been brought to light. The Shannon that had waltzed off to university on her flighty and fully undeserved free ride had been just as slim and slender as her identical twin sister. The Shannon that had waddled across the podium, however… Mom had been shocked, Dad had been shocked, Tamara had been incredibly shocked. Shannon had grown. Not so much in height; she was still only 5’6, same as her sister, which meant that she wasn’t that tall, but in width… the change was alarming, astounding even. Shannon had done her best to maintain a semblance of normalcy as she greeted her family for the first time in years, trying and failing to act as though there wasn’t an extra 325 pounds packed on to her frame that hadn’t been there when she’d first left home. Tamara had tried her best not to say anything too offensive or jarring, instead taking comfort in the fact that she finally got to see in the flesh, significantly more so, her oldest and best friend. It had remained an elephant in the room for the entirety of Shannon’s graduation ceremony, no single member of the family wanting to be too blunt or critical in addressing the sheer, shocking, undeniable truth: Shannon had gotten really, really fat. Tamara had to marvel at the changes her sister had undergone. She was only recognizable as the same person because of how little of the weight had gone to her face; granted, Shannon’s cheeks were significantly chubbier, but it hardly stuck out compared to what had happened to the rest of her. Shannon had grown herself quite the tummy, for example. Tamara wasn’t sure if there was a literary term for the combination of a beer gut and a food baby, but Shannon certainly possessed a visual representation of one. Her monumental midsection rested repletely on hips and saddlebags so large that they surely made up the most domineering aspect of Shannon’s silhouette; yes, Shannon certainly had a ** middle to go along with an appreciably large chest as well, but both paled in notability with such a prodigiously prominent lower half, one that easily settled any debate as to where the majority of the excess pounds were accumulating on Shannon's frighteningly fattening frame. And yet… the male attention that she’d always received growing up hadn’t ceased. Shannon was an extremely pretty girl, much to the extent that it was clear that she put far more effort into her appearance than Tamara did, even if she didn’t put that same amount of effort into her diet. With her incredibly voluptuous top half and her exemplary and exaggerated lower one, there were a fair number of guys seeking her delicate hand, and Shannon had never found herself wanting for attention even as her bountiful booty had begun to swell in both width and weight. Dates were perfectly content to take her out for snacks, fancy dinners, even upscale buffets on occasion… it seemed like Shannon was never lacking of boys willing to feed her, her flawless facial features on top of her incredibly sensual proportions ensuring that she was of no loss when it came to men willing to contribute to her abundant curves. Tamara could no longer be impressed with how her sister could have managed to put on over three hundred pounds in only four years. After all, she’d gotten to witness it happen once over in the next subsequent four, only in real time. Shannon ate and ate and ate, and half of the time, she wasn’t even the one paying for her own food. As she soared through size categories, her sea of admirers might have gotten more narrow and selective over time, but they were still plentiful and paid, which meant there was no shortage of men to provide the gorgeous and glamorous glutton with all of the food, favors and, most importantly, attention that she needed. Not only were men constantly buying her chocolates and other candies, attempting to win her affection by showering her with sweets, they were also catering to her ever-increasing obesity in other ways. If Shannon needed new clothes to replace her old ones, she’d casually mention it to one of her older boy toys and a credit card with an exorbitant spending limit would appear right before her hungry green eyes. When Shannon had complained about how expensive the cellulite cream she had ordered online was, her current fling had ended up being more than happy to reimburse her for the costs as long as he got to be the one to personally apply it to her luscious, lardy legs and ample, alluring ass. Hell, when Shannon had even needed a new car, after her hips had exceeded the width of her driver’s seat, she’d managed to get one at an absolute steal because one of her side flings’s dads owned a dealership. It seemed as though any time Shannon ran into any sort of wakeup call that could have implied that she might want to get her weight in check, there were any number of men at the bovine beauty’s beck and call to quell her concerns about her ever-growing caboose and inadvertently steer her back onto the path of overindulgence. And so, with not even her many paramours to keep her upwardly spiraling weight in check, present-day Shannon had reached a frankly absurd level of obesity, her natural bottom-heaviness exaggerated to the extreme and her monumental hips spreading across more than four and a half feet in length from side to side, increasing ever steadily in inches as the days went by and Shannon’s weight soared well into the seven hundreds. Which was why Tamara was more irritated than surprised to find why Shannon had called her over to the kitchen. Or, rather, just outside the boundary of the kitchen. For, wedged into the entryway to the kitchen, was one very stuck and struggling Shannon Milligan, and Tamara could tell even though her younger twin was facing the other way that she did not look pleased. Upon hearing Tamara’s softly approaching footsteps, Shannon tried to crane her head backward, rotating as much of her tubby upper torso as possible, tears beginning to form in her bright green eyes as her fluffy face twisted into a look of contortion. “I-” she whimpered, “I’m stuck…” she shuffled on either feet impatiently as she wriggled ineffectively in place. “I forgot… oof… to turn sideways…” Shannon tried to rotate her bovine body to face her sister, but her vast, voluminous hips prevented such range of motion. She was, indeed, absolutely plugged into the kitchen entryway, the excess fat of her sturdy, surging saddlebags oozing over and around the frames on either side. The dark blue leggings that Shannon had worn that day, while certainly fashionable, did very little when it came to compression, which meant that her large, lardy lower half was free to expand to its near full size. “Can you just…” the heftier, hotter twin whimpered, “get the butter, uh- please? I… *huff* promise this is the last time.” Tamara came to a stop just feet away from Shannon’s burgeoning, billowing behind, staring downward at her sister’s bountiful, mindblowing butt cheeks in silence, contemplating. That had worked a few weeks ago, simply by lubricating Shannon along the sides and just pushing her through, but it had come at the cost of the boy shorts Shannon had been wearing. “You really want to ruin these leggings?” Tamara asked honestly, knowing that they very well might be one of her sister’s last good pairs. “Won’t you need them?” she inquired softly, patiently awaiting her sister’s response. The white tank top that Shannon had donned that day, while tight over her impressive bust and bulging tummy, still seemed up to the task to contain Shannon’s growing curves while being low cut enough to allow for quite the tantalizing view of her deep, enticing cleavage, but any pants that she wore were rarely as adequate at fitting her and when they were, they didn’t remain that way for long. Shannon went through sizes pretty quickly, and Tamara was fully aware of an ever growing list of discarded leggings, sweatpants and stretch pants that Shannon held on to because she swore that she’d fit into them again some day, although, as Shannon swelled in size seemingly by the week, that day seemed like it was still certainly yet to come. Shannon was the prime example of the perfect pear shape; she’d been told often enough in response to pictures she’d posted of herself to certain… “web forums” online. Yes, the girl was fully aware that she had a very “unique” figure, but had learned quickly who to cater it to, and the attention that she got online as well as in real life had gone to assure her that her ass was indeed the “real deal”, a marvel in and of itself that left women leaving likes and follows and men leaving comments and responses that were… far more invasive. And it was certainly easy to understand why. A bottom-heavy gainer through and through, Shannon’s fat, full ass was so astoundingly oversized that it turned heads literally anywhere the very voluminous and socially active vixen waddled to, either out of lust, admiration, or appall, and the leggings that she poured her prolific poundage into left absolutely nothing to the imagination, her flaring hips and buoyant, billowing butt always sent into a sea of motion whenever she so much as shifted where she stood. Not only did Shannon possess a bubble butt to rival anyone in the Guinness World Records, her hips stuck out to such an incredible degree that finding her stuck in a standard entryway, one that three Tamara’s could have walked through with literally no problem bore as no surprise to the twiggier twin. Shannon had more than enough up top to qualify her as obese from the waist up, but below the belt was such an extraordinary accumulation of adipose that every part of her ludicrously large lower half was completely overcome with excess, all the way down to her very chubby calves, but certainly far more noticeable at the apex of her historic hips or in the sheer volume of her always thickening thighs. "Its… I guess it's fine," Shannon shrugged, defeated. "This pair is getting too tight on me anyway…" she admitted with a bit of thinly veiled frustration. Tamara's tumultuously tubby twin certainly had a point in that regard. Tamara could remember when her swelling sister had bought those leggings… It had been a couple of months ago, long enough ago that it was understandable that Shannon was experiencing issues as far as comfort and coverage went. She was a fast grower, no doubt, and the endless stream of calories that she found herself bombarded with by prospective males was only serving to accelerate her rate of growth, on top of the considerable amount of cuisine she bought and consumed on her own… Suffice it to say, Shannon's leggings were long past the point of retirement, and Tamara could only fathom in quizzical quietness as to how her super-sized sibling had managed to squeeze them on that morning. Or how she’d managed to squeeze all 770 pounds of ponderous pudge that far into the frame of their kitchen entryway. Shannon had managed to get herself stuck but good this time around, the pudge of her surging, sloping saddlebags oozing around the matte white molding and hardly shifting as she attempted to thrust herself forward. It looked like Shannon had been struggling to stuff herself through for a good few minutes now, and had actually made a fair bit of progress… but had finally hit a wall at the very widest part of her hips, just a few inches short of five feet across and currently compressed by the ill-sized entrance in a way that just looked painful. Shannon was not only panting lightly but was noticeably red in the face, fanning herself ineffectively with well-manicured hands. Returning them to either side of the entryway, she tried with a great deal of effort to push both hands against the portion of wall on either side of the frame to try to force her way farther through, but found that she didn’t even budge. She squirmed for a few more seconds like this before letting out an exasperated sigh and stopping to catch her breath, her large bosom rising and falling in time with her heavy gasps for air. “Fucking… AGAIN!!!” she grunted irately, not even considering that her slimmer sister might have the exact same sentiment. Turning sideways in order to fit through the kitchen door had become an unfortunate necessity for Shannon in the past half a year or so, and with the round-rumped redhead’s tendency to be a bit airheaded, it had meant that this hadn’t been the first time she’d needed a family member to help squeeze her hefty hips through the space. But usually, Shannon had her father, a fairly burly man himself, or her linebacker little brother to help give her a strong push. Slight and scrawny Tamara was hardly up to the task. “Jesus, Shan,” Tamara sighed, slumping her shoulders, “you’re telling me…” “Shut-” Shannon began, cutting herself short as she realized that she wasn’t in the position to upset her other half. “Just…” she adjusted her language, “just help, please?” “Help with what,” Tamara sighed, throwing her hands up in frustration even though her sister, faced the other way, could hardly see the gesticulation. “You’re too wide for me to push through.” “I’m NOT,” Shannon huffed, clearly upset, “too wide. The doorway… just isn’t wide enough.” ‘Same difference,’ Tamara rolled her eyes again. Funny how her “little” sister was the only member of the family for whom the doorways around the house weren't wide enough for. Although, Tamara kept that rumination to herself, lest she upset or embarrass the sour and squeezed Shannon any further. Yes, despite the constant compliments and even catcalls that Shannon got from men, despite the absolute barrage of lustful comments that she took for granted from less than savvy would-be suitors, despite the proliferation of positive reinforcement the prodigiously porky partier repeatedly received over her poundage, Shannon was still very, very self-conscious about her weight. One wrong comment from her twin and the ginormous ginger might be out of sorts for days afterward, puffing and pouting every time Tamara tried to talk to her until the thinner twin brought her a peace offering in the form of something sweet or an all expenses paid outing to one of Shannon’s favorite spots to grab a bite. “Right, yea…” Tamara trailed off, hardly as invested in her sister’s tubby tumult but eager to get it over with. “Well,’ her shoulders rose and then fell again, “I don’t know what you want me to do-” “Just get the butter!” Shannon insisted again, clearly distraught. At her sister’s size, Tamara knew that staying on her feet for too long could be difficult, and Shannon was probably eager to sit back down. That was what was largely contributing to the agitation in her younger twin’s voice, she figured. “Well-” Tamara fired back, “the butter’s in the kitchen, I can’t get into the kitchen…” “Can you go around?” Shannon begged, meaning that she wanted Tamara to put her shoes on, leave through the front door, go around through the backyard and enter the kitchen through the back entrance on the patio. Which was just more work than Tamara felt like doing, really. “Umm, I think the patio’s locked,” she fibbed, trying to buy time with her flimsy excuse rather than have to walk all the way around the house. “Well, can you check!?” Shannon hissed over her shoulder. “My legs are getting tired…” “Yea, I don’t blame them, dude…” Tamara mumbled diminutively. “I- what?!” Shannon pouted, agitated and anxious. “I said I’m sorry for being rude,” Tamara thought up quickly. “Yea, I’m going…” she spun around reluctantly on one heel, an easy maneuver for her, and began trudging off toward the front door. A quick stop by the living room to get her flipflops and Tamara was out on the front lawn, her feet sinking in to the bluegrass as she trudged her way around to the side of the house. Tamara was just a little bit out of sorts about it all. Sure, she loved her twin sister, always had, always would. But she couldn’t even count on two hands anymore the number of times Shannon had needed help because she just did not pay enough attention to where she allocated her preposterously plump posterior. Today it was the kitchen entrance for, like, the sixth time… last week she had needed help getting up and out of a lawn chair after too many mojitos at a friend’s pool party… a week before that she had gotten stuck trying to enter her own walk-in closet…or that time she had wedged herself in to the turnstile on the metro because she had been too embarrassed to use the handicap entrance and insisted that she could squeeze through going in sideways… That was another thing. Shannon’s blubbery bubble butt ballooned out behind her enough that she was only marginally thinner front to back than she was side to side, and even when the quintuple-wide cutie remembered to shuffle into the kitchen sideways, both the crest of her enormous ass and the bulge of her soft stomach made heavy contact on either side of the frame. “If she starts getting stuck sideways,” Tamara mumbled glumly to herself as she rounded the corner and stepped onto the patio deck, “she’d better get Dad to redo the doorways, because I am not getting the fucking butter every time…” She stopped herself for a moment, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath where she stood in her best effort to let her irritation slip away. She really, really shouldn’t have been letting herself get this irritated. She loved her twin to death, truly, but… her constant happenstances of helplessness were beginning to bear on her nerves. Opening her eyes and spurring into motion once more, she couldn’t help but bear just a bit of frustration, a bit of resentment, as she silently thought to herself… ‘You might be the one who’s stuck all the time… but I’m the one who’s stuck with you…’ ~~ A one-off short story. I know it ends on a cliffhanger, but I like it as is

[I'm planning to upload this story to Curvage in chunks, but the rest can be read here: https://www.deviantart.com/weapona] Chapter 1 From the time she could walk, Cassandra Cain (aka Batgirl) had moved like a gazelle: hyper-alert, effortlessly sure-footed, and astonishingly quick. Perhaps it was genetics. Her mother was similarly gifted. That being said, Lady Shiva’s was the methodical grace of an apex predator. She was more experienced, knowing precisely what she was capable of (which was a good deal) and recognizing her limits (which comprised a much shorter list). Unstoppable, glacial floes of ice – not fire – pumped through her veins. Cass was younger, though, and blazing with untapped potential. She was still improving, still testing boundaries. If she was ever going to find her limits, she’d surely do it the hard way. She was too reckless, too stubborn – too hungry – for anything else. There was something more than genetics to her, then. Perhaps it was upbringing. In some ways, Cass had been raised like a gazelle by her father, the assassin David Cain: constantly surrounded by lions. The slightest moment of weakness could be a death sentence. The softest, padding footstep, the faintest rustle in the tall grass… She had learned to see and hear everything and to respond with the speed of lightning and the precision of a tornado that could snatch up a carton of eggs and set it down, unscathed, a hundred miles away. That, though, was something no one had taught her, something that made Cassandra neither predator nor prey. Just Cass. Just Batgirl. In spite of her mother, she was merciful. In spite of her father, she was unafraid. For someone who had only ever known violence, she could be surprisingly gentle, which was just as well for her friend Stephanie. “Aaaaugh…” Stephanie Brown (also aka Batgirl) had taught the formerly mute and illiterate Cassandra more words than anyone except perhaps her mentor Barbara Gordon. She even seemed to invent a few new ones every time the two of them sparred, a verbose series of grunts and groans that were unfamiliar to even Cass, who had punched more people than she had spoken to. Unlike Cassandra’s father, Stephanie’s hadn’t taught her to be silent – he hadn’t taught her much of anything, for that matter. She had learned to make her own way in the world, to voice her opinions freely and without apology, almost as if to prove to herself and everyone else that she was, in fact, present and worth paying attention to. People like her father ignored her at their own risk, but not Cass. She truly enjoyed listening to Steph talk. Not that she was doing much of that at the moment, lying on her face with her purple cape splayed to one side. “Uuuuugh…” When compared to most people, Stephanie was an excellent fighter: resilient, quick on her feet, and willing to fight dirty. Cass, on the other hand, found her style slow and clumsy, to put it generously. At least she was learning to fall pretty gracefully, but perhaps that was to be expected. She’d gotten a lot of practice during their weekly sparring sessions, with the rocky cave floor leaving more than a few tears in her old Spoiler costume (which she’d been forced to don while some quick repairs were made to her new, Batgirl suit – similarly mangled, courtesy of the floor). Not even breathing heavily, Cass pulled up her cowl, allowing her small mop of messy black hair to flop forward before she shook most of it out of her face. She leaned forward, flicking through the pockets of Steph’s utility belt until she found her phone and jabbed in the password ($p*!l#r@l#rt!). A moment later, Cass found what she was looking for: a small app labeled with large red letters. Big Belly Burger. “All right, Cheater.” Stephanie grumbled, propping herself up on her elbows and squinting up at Cass. “What am I getting you today?” Cass held out the phone so she could see. “Four quarter-pounders, 2 XL fries, and 2 chocolate milkshakes…” It was an obscene amount of food for a girl who weighed 110 pounds, but Steph’s eyes slid past the alarming calorie counts to the only number that truly concerned her. It, too, amounted to a shockingly high total. “Really, Cassie? A 50% tip?” Cass shrugged. “I need to see if a billionaire will adopt me sometime,” the blonde Batgirl sighed. “Or win sometime.” Cass shrugged again. Steph glared at her through watery, bloodshot eyes. “I don’t know what you’ve more completely destroyed… my body… my soul… or my bank account…” “Want food?” “Not fair, Cass. My wallet… is empty… My stomach… is halfway across the room…” “I’ll have Alfred make tea.” “Thank you. None of that stuff your Mom makes, though!” “It’s good for you. Strong.” Cass flashed a disapproving frown. “Less sugar.” “Don’t talk to me about sugar, Cassie. You drink milkshakes the size of your own freaking torso!” Cass glanced down at her lean, powerful body, patting her rippling abs appraisingly. “Small milkshake, then,” she pronounced happily, turning and walking toward the stairs that wound upward from the Batcave to Wayne Manor. She thrust her tiny but powerful fist defiantly into the air, causing her black cape to flutter behind her. “Need fuel!” “Were you low on fuel before?! Now, there’s a scary thought…” Stephanie managed to sit up, then thought about standing. She thought about it for some time. In fact, she was still thinking about it when Cass returned with her order, which practically overflowed her slender, gauntleted arms. She took the steps two at a time despite the fact that she had a mug balanced on her head – the white one with the tiny Nightwing (Alfred was a collector). Cass dropped the bags full of food on the cave floor, then crouched in front of Steph. “Ooh, yes… Gimme caffeine,” Stephanie moaned, opening and closing her hands. Cass smirked at her and subtly shook her head. The mug hardly wavered. “Brat.” Steph struggled to sit up, reaching feebly, only for her tormentor to hop lightly backward like a little gremlin. This time, the tea spilled a little, a drop trickling down the side of Cass’s face and connecting with her impish smile. “Mm. Sweet.” Stephanie’s eyes flashed. “Oh yeah? Let’s see how you like it—” She tried to grab the greasy fast food bags, but Cass scooped them up before she could so much as blink. Still, she’d made her point, and Cass leaned forward so Steph could retrieve the mug. Then, she hauled Stephanie upright, allowing the still-exhausted girl to lean against her appreciatively. While Stephanie sipped her tea, Cass inspected her own spoils of war, tearing through the paper bags like a wild animal. In addition to everything she’d ordered, Cass had apparently received enough barbecue sauce to fill a small pond. The perks of a 50% tip, presumably. She wasted no time drenching her burgers in the stuff, and even her fries, and a fair amount spilled on her sleek black bodysuit as well. Stephanie laughed. “You might want to go a little easy on the fuel, Cass, before you start to resemble a storage tank. Even your metabolism has its limits!” Cass stared at her for a moment, cheeks puffed out with her mouth full to bursting, then shrugged and returned to her burger before she had even had the chance to swallow. Steph stifled a giggle. Her fellow Batgirl had learned to fight from the greatest warriors on earth, but clearly, none of them had taught her how to eat. Cassandra Cain moved like a gazelle, but she chewed like a hippopotamus. ***** “Yesyesyesyes!” Stephanie jumped off the couch, waving a letter printed in very small type on red-and-gold paper. “Wha[t] i[s] i[t]?” Cass asked through a mouthful of breakfast. “Ivy University.” Her friend grinned widely, her pretty face outshining even her flow of bright, golden hair. “I got the scholarship!” She ran over to the table, giving Cass a fierce hug. Cassandra laughed. “Goo[d] jo[b]!” She swallowed with some difficulty, then swiveled in her seat to properly face Steph, who was practically vibrating. “You’re coming too, right?” Steph demanded. “To Ivy?” Cass hesitated. “What if they need me here?” “Well, gee, I dunno. If only we knew someone who owned a billion private jets, planes, cars, and Bat-boats.” Steph rolled her eyes. “Come on! Ivy Town needs us, Cassie.” Cass scoffed, returning to her small mountain of syrup-soaked, buttery pancakes. “They [s]ay i[t’s] the [s]afe[st] pla[ce] on ear[th].” “Don’t believe everything you see on commercials. Sure, the crime rates are low, but maybe their businesses are secretly in decline. You can save the local economy with your love of breakfast!” It was Cass’s turn to roll her eyes, chugging some freshly squeezed orange juice to wash down Alfred’s world-famous flapjacks. “What about dinner?” “I’m sure they’ve also got plenty of Big Belly Burgers for you to put in your big belly,” Steph quipped, patting Cassandra’s stomach, which was indeed looking a little rounder that morning. “I’m just a little full!” “Well, I guess four plates of pancakes will do that to you, not to mention that…” Stephanie laughed, grabbing a napkin to wipe off some of the syrup covering Cass’s slightly reddened cheeks. “Maybe I shouldn’t count on you getting accepted in the first place, Miss Piggy. A prestigious university may not want to admit such a slob.” “I’ll get in.” Cass smirked. “I’ve got good grades.” “Oh, yeah. I’m sure all those acceptance letters are because of your grades and have nothing to do with every school in the country wanting Bruce Wayne’s daughter as an alumnus…” Cass hummed a little, picking up her fork again but pausing a few inches from the plate. “You think it will be good? School?” “Absolutely. One hundred percent.” “But what if—” “Hey!” Steph slugged her shoulder. “Don’t wimp out on me now. We said we’d get our degrees together. Ivy’s got a great dance program, and given how much your reading has improved, I doubt you’ll even need my help with the other classes.” Cass frowned but then nodded slowly. “Okay. We can try i—” Stephanie hugged her again, laughing and rocking from side to side. Cass could feel her pulse with excitement and smiled a little in spite of herself. Glancing at the brochure Steph had dropped on the table, she saw big buildings with classical architecture… spotless dorm rooms and pearly smiles… cloudless skies and freshly cut grass. It all made Cassandra a little uneasy, though. In a place like that, what could go wrong? ***** “I’m bored…” Cassandra fell lightly on her back, sprawling with effortless, haphazard grace across a massive blue couch with her small booted feet dangling over an armrest. Her left arm drooped toward the floor, gloved fingers picking restlessly at the carpet. Stephanie glanced up from the loose papers spread around her desk. “Oh, hey. Didn’t hear you come in.” “I can’t hear anything either,” Cass grumbled. “You know, most people see the lack of crime as a good thing.” “It is good,” she conceded. “But I know there must be criminals somewhere, and that’s where I should be.” “You should be in class. Maybe you wouldn’t be so bored if you didn’t sleep all morning, mope around all afternoon, and stay up till a quarter to five roaming the streets.” “It’s so quiet,” Cass insisted, frowning. “I must be missing something. No place is this quiet.” “Trust me, compared to Gotham, most places are going to seem boring, but if you’re willing to look around, you might be surprised what you uncover.” “I have been looking—” “Cass, I mean at school.” Stephanie crossed her arms. “Join a club or something. The other students won’t bite. Much. Probably.” Cass tilted her head. “What does that mean?” Steph hesitated. “Just that you’re not around much, and when you are, you’re very… quiet. People think you’re judging them. Or planning to kill them. Or planning to kill and eat them. You should try blinking more.” “Hmm.” Cass pursed her lips. She couldn’t really deny what Stephanie was saying – she could read body language better than most, and she could acknowledge that her own was not always the most casual or friendly. “Or you know…” “What?” Cass stared. Steph looked at her for a moment. Then, slowly, the corners of her mouth turned up and pulled back. “No.” “Why not?” she sighed. “I smile when I’m happy. When I’m at school, I’m bored. All the time.” Stephanie frowned, then abruptly stood up. “No. Not all the time.” She was grinning again. Cass blinked up at her. “What?” “I know something that makes you smile…” “Yeah?” “Food!” “Oh. How does that—” “You could join the Baking Club!” Steph suggested. “There’s a club for that?” “There’s a club for everything.” “But I can’t cook.” “I’ll give ya some pointers. They’ll never be able to tell.” “Steph, you can’t cook either. Why do you think we order out all the time?” Stephanie scowled. “Hey, that’s on you and that garbage disposal you call a stomach.” Cass shrugged. “Try winning.” “How about you try a freaking vegetable?!” “No.” Cass swung her legs up, flipping gracefully backward onto her feet and stretching, her cape sliding off of the couch and flowing smoothly around her petite but muscular frame as she twisted around. “Bedtime.” “I’m forging your signature on the sign-up sheet tomorrow,” Stephanie warned. Cassandra yawned. “If they want me, I’ll be in my bed.” She started to walk away, then stopped, halted in her tracks by a familiar gurgling. “Snack first,” she muttered. “Can I borrow your phone?” “You know, you have one too.” “Don’t know where it is.” “Probably on a rooftop somewhere… Fine, I guess, but make sure that you get—” Steph broke off. “Actually. On second thought.” Cass crossed her arms. She was getting that look again… “Steph.” “Oh, yesss…?” “What is it.” “I just remembered a little something I left in the fridge.” Steph jogged over to the kitchen. “C’mon. Give it a try!” Cass followed, mildly intrigued. “Give what a try?” “A bunch of clubs had tables set up in the common area, and the Baking Club was giving out samples.” “What kind?” “Cupcakes!” Stephanie grinned before sliding smoothly in front of the container to carefully conceal its Walmart packaging. She grabbed a couple of cupcakes and turned, waving them invitingly. Cass smiled slightly. “Okay, fine.” She took one cupcake, peeled off the wrapper, and popped the treat into her mouth. She chewed for a bit, pupils dilating subtly, then reached for the other one. A moment later, it too was stuffed into her mouth, and she began chewing loudly. “Pretty good, right?” Steph crossed her arms. “Mmm… Mhm…” Cass nodded, her ballooning cheeks wobbling ever so slightly. “So, forget about the cooking. Stick around for the eating. Here, have some more cupcakes!” “Mmm, mm-mmm…” “So, will you sign up tomorrow? Just to give it a try?” “Mmm… Mm-mm.” “Great! Here’s another to celebrate.” (Steph might have bought way too many cupcakes…) ***** The next morning, Cass and Steph headed down to the common room, wandering between tables advertising various student groups. “Ooh, look – gymnastics.” Stephanie nudged her taciturn friend. “You should try out. You’d be great at it!” “No thanks.” Cass shook her head. “Too many people watching.” “Like that’s ever stopped you before, Odette…” Cass flushed. “Ballet is different. When the music starts… No one else is there.” “Fair enough. When are practices, by the way?” “At night.” She scowled. “Great! Less time for sulking around street corners.” “Hnh.” “Don’t worry. I’ll pick up the slack, run around in the dark…” Steph yawned. “I could definitely use the exercise if I want to skip the Freshman 15. Gotta watch my figure.” “All of us have to.” Cass flashed a mischievous smile, nodding pointedly at Steph’s backside, which was by no means large but was undeniably broader and flatter than Cassandra’s small but perfectly sculpted curves. “Have to make room.” “Oh yeah? Are you calling me fat, you little—” Stephanie tried to smack Cass’s shoulder, only to swat a handful of air. “Not fat, just slow.” Cass leaned against a pillar several yards away and smirked. Her smile faded slightly, though, when she realized that half the room was staring at her. “What did I do?” she hissed to Steph. “Won some fans, probably,” Stephanie whispered back. “Half of these tables are for groups of athletes, and you’re the only girl here with a six-pack, dancing around like Muhammad freakin’ Ali. You look like you’d have an easier time breaking the sound barrier than a sweat.” “They should blink more,” Cassandra muttered. Then, her nose twitched, and she barrelled over to one of the tables as if intent on knocking it over. “You make cupcakes?” The girl sitting at the table blinked. “Sometimes.” “Where do I put my name?” “Uh, the clipboard?” “No gymnastics… no soccer… no track,” Cassie declared, scribbling furiously on the paper, then brandishing the pen like a sword. “I am with the Baking Club!” “Bon appétit.” Steph twirled a lock of her hair, wandering over. She glanced down at the slightly rumpled sheet, then up at the girl. “Uh, her name’s Cass. Cass Wayne.” Cass had gotten pretty good when it came to the movements of handwriting and the shape of letters, but unfortunately, she would sometimes put five or six of those shapes in a space only a few millimeters wide, especially when she got excited. “Oh.” The girl nodded. “Okay. Email address?” Stephanie shifted over and picked up the pen. “Cass, do you want me to…?” Cass had already moved on to inspecting the plates of samples, which Stephanie decided to take as a “yes.” “I’m Stephanie, by the way,” she chirped while jotting Cass’s email down. “Nice to meet you. I’m Adrianna.” Adrianna was a pale, brunette girl with a thin face that seemed inclined to frown. She frowned now, glancing from Stephanie to Cassandra with a mildly curious expression. The two didn’t look much alike, nor act much alike. Stephanie seemed upbeat and laidback, a bright personality with a colorful flair. She was a little on the tall side and in good shape. Her hair was long, straight, and blonde, and her lightly freckled features were a touch soft but well-defined. She seemed quick to smile and carried herself casually, wearing roomy, high-waisted jeans that flattered her curvy, borderline buxom figure and perfectly matched her pink sweater. Cassandra didn’t wear much pink. She seemed a bit uneasy in the crowded area, slouching a bit with her hands held close to her body. Her face was small and round, with a similarly small, round nose and big brown eyes. Her hair was short and messy – clean, but sloppily maintained. The look suited her, though, partly because apart from her clothes (a baggy crop top and a pair of black shorts that sagged slightly at the waist), there wasn’t much else that was sloppy about her. She looked like an Olympic gymnast, barely five feet tall but with legs thicker than her waist. Her arms were slender but tightly muscled, and her expression alone would have been compelling evidence that she packed more of a wallop than most people twice her size. “She doesn’t look like she’d be that much into food,” Adrianna remarked slowly. Steph chuckled. “Oh, you’d be surprised. She’s a ballerina.” And also a crime-fighting super-ninja… Adrianna’s eyes bugged. “What?” Steph laughed. The other girl chuckled weakly. “Oh, uh, nothing. That just, um… explains it. Our Club’s president is a ballerina, too, and she eats as much as a football player. Skinny as a twig, though.” “Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure that Cass here eats as much as a football team… Isn’t that right, Cassie?” “Hm?” “You know, you probably shouldn’t sample everything, Champ.” “It’s fine.” Adrianna sighed. “This is our last day out here, and Lesley said that I have to eat any leftovers to keep them from going stale.” “Oh. Is Lesley—” “The president, yeah. She was annoyed because I kept coming up with excuses to skip working these recruitment tables, so today, I’m doing it all myself…” “Nice.” Stephanie snorted. “I mean, she sometimes is.” Adrianna bit her lip. “She’s just been in an especially bad mood lately because some new rich kid came in and stole the—” She broke off, glancing at Cassandra and clearly doing some quick mental arithmetic. Stephanie put the pieces together even more quickly. She laughed nervously. “You know, could we take that name off the list…?” “Why?” Cass interjected, seeming to have noticed the change in Steph’s demeanor. “What’s wrong?” “Well, um, it sounds like the Baking Club’s president might, you know…” Stephanie flashed a forced, apologetic grin. “…hate you.” Cass paused. “Why? Too much staring?” “Too much starring, actually. I guess you’re just too much of a prima ballerina, Champ!” “She’s mad I got the lead?” “Uh, yeah. You’re new here, so people who have been here a while might feel like they’ve done more to earn the top spot, even though you undoubtedly, completely deserve it, and if I hear even one clown say ‘nepotism—’” “Nepo…” “Nepotism. It’s when… um… when people get extra opportunities just because of who’s in their family, which totally isn’t—” Cass straightened. “They don’t think I’m good enough?” “Aw, who cares what they think?” Stephanie waved dismissively. “I just thought maybe you could, like, make sure to avoid this Lesley person at all costs.” “Why? I’m not scared of her!” “Of course not, but I’m trying to—” “When’s the first meeting?” Cass leaned toward Adrianna, who had begun to gather the remaining plates of food. “Tuesday at 9:30.” Steph perked up at this glimmer of hope. “Cass, when’s ballet?” “Six-thirty to nine.” “Oh. Right.” Steph supposed that this shouldn’t have come as a surprise. When one was president of the Baking Club, one could make sure meetings weren’t until after one’s other stuff… Worse, this Lesley had to be pretty deranged to schedule something at such a late hour on a school night… “Are you gonna eat all of that?” Cass asked Adrianna. “Unless someone rescues me.” “I can take that. And that. And—” “Do you want the tablecloth, too, while you’re at it?” “Be careful what you suggest. She’d probably eat the chairs if they were frosted.” Stephanie rolled her eyes. She placed her hands on Cass’s shoulders, steering her away from the table. “C’mon. We’ve got class. You might have all the snacks your greedy heart desires, but I intend to feast my eyes on that TA with the nice…” Her voice slowly faded in the distance. The brown-haired girl watched them go, then sat in silence for a very long moment before quietly standing and gathering up the corners of the tablecloth. She pulled them together, drawing up the few remaining plates of snacks into a tightly packed bundle. Then, she began humming as she wandered over to the nearest trash can, dropping it all inside without a second thought for the discarded food – not even the most resilient of the bunch, a tray of cherry jigglers that collapsed into a gelatinous heap at the bottom of the trash can and wobbled feebly for several moments as if trying to escape.