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Fishery Award 2022 Nominee in the Best Writing category! Written for International Chocolate Day 2021. Approximately 17,100 word Novelette, presented all at once in its entirety. Garnering the notice of a major fine chocolate candy manufacturer who’d offended common decency and her family lands Eden Offen in a sticky sweet situation, drenched in chocolate (in most cases). How will she and her similarly-situated co-worker Shira fare? What does J.S. Bach have to do with things, and what’s this about a molotov cocktail? Quality Without Compromise® All trademarks and rights thereto belong to See’s Candy Shops, Incorporated. They are presented here solely to indicate that they are intellectual property of See’s Candy Shops, Incorporated. This is a work of creative fiction, which may contain references to actual public figures, corporations, and other business entities. Nothing within this fictional story is meant to represent any actual thoughts, behaviors, actions, inactions, nor any other aspect of any real persons, corporations, or other business entities. Sweet Gig? Glancing nervously at the security camera, Eden Offen popped yet another deluxe chocolate confection into her mouth, this one a Butterchew®, enrobed in decadent dark chocolate. {Enrobed} she mused in her mind. {What kind of word is “enrobed”, relative to food? Is the center some form of royalty?! Or maybe that old horndog dude with the last-century erotica publishing empire that always wore a robe.} Of an age where Hugh Hefner was (barely) still a household name, Eden totally blanked on it. A freshly-imperfect milk chocolate caramel dropped into her bowl with a plunk, soon followed by those thin hard sticks the company called Molasses Chips—available in Milk and Dark Chocolate varieties—and used for ballast, to exactly hit the one or two or whatever pound mark on the scale when packing the boxes. Those white boxes, with the picture of the old lady with round wire-rim glasses, who would‘ve been her great grandmother’s age, at least. Or maybe her gran’s, since in her family the generations were spaced far apart. Famous all over the U.S. west coast and many other parts of the world amongst the chocolate cognoscenti, for very high-grade chocolates of many kinds. Always in those white boxes with black print and decorations—always. Sold in the very retro, very black and white porcelain-laden candy shops, standalone, in malls (for places which still had malls), pop-up kiosks at events, and elsewhere, by ladies in white uniforms capable of making anyone who wore one look like a matronly granny just off her nursing shift, whether 20 or 80 years old in chronological reality. Eden had a whole lot of time to think about things, as long as she dutifully tossed whatever chocolates appeared in her shiny stainless steel bowl into her mouth and ate them before the bowl overfilled, or, more precisely, so many piled into the bowl that she’d fall behind on consuming them and never catch up. Plink plink: 2 more. Despite having eaten these fine candies with family on many a holiday past (as well as on her own when she was being a naughty lusty girl, later woman), she’d not memorized the names, knowing most by sight only. The first one in her mouth had a dark chocolate square base with a preponderance of fully exposed nuts on top, bound together by caramel or similar. To her it looked a lot like how she figured her teeth and gums would look when this ordeal was over. That first of this new pair was already history, sliding down her gullet. The second she hurriedly tossed in was one of the more traditional fully “enrobed” offerings: the rectangular one with the chocolate candy sprinkles some of her relatives called jimmies for reasons unknown. While she could take or leave the sprinkles, in See’s-Land these sprinkles meant one of her favorites was coming her way, no matter whether rectangular, round, or any other shape. She studied the picture-with-names flyer she’d picked up, learning (likely learning again) that the first one was named Dark Walnut Square. She had no need to memorize these names—all she had to do was eat what was given to her. She did this unnecessary studying to alleviate boredom, since any personal tech usage, whether handheld or otherwise, was forbidden whilst on-duty. Before she could locate her tasty sprinkle-laden confection (already on its way to partially become part of her) on the flyer, at about the same moment several chocolate balls rolled noisily into her bowl and the room door opened. The timing of these events startled her, making her jump slightly. “Oh hey! Someone else today” the new arrival alliterated with a smile, closing the door behind her. Her smile and its aim directly at Eden persisted as multiple parts of her bounced multiple ways during her beeline walk straight over, arm extended for a handshake. “I’m Shira.” “I’m Eden, and I’ve got to get these balls in my mouth!” “That’s the first thing I said to this guy I met last night—and about as fast after meeting him, too! Dang, it was worth it” she gazed blankly towards the window, a serene expression on her face. By this time Eden had already popped the quartet of chocolate spheres into her mouth and was almost finished chewing them. {Could be about my age} she thought as she munched. {Then again, I don’t look my chronological age—thankfully!—and “middle” spans a long range. Smoothness and perfection of her skin suggests younger. Her tubbo fatness suggests older.} “How’re you liking–” –Plink Plop Clunk!—3 candies fell into the bowl next to the unoccupied wide plushly upholstered seat across from Eden’s. As the third one fell, Plop Plunk—2 more arrived in Eden’s bowl. Just as she reached for them, plink flop plop—3 more came in for her and 3 for Shira. “Mmmm, guess we have work to do” said Shira as she took her seat, popping the first chocolate into her mouth. “We’ll catch up more when we have some free mouth time.” Free mouth time remained sparse. While there was never a flood of chocolates into either Shira’s or Eden’s bowls, the roughly 1 liter capacity of the bowls suggested the threat was there. Not knowing how many candies would drop when—totally random—Eden found it prudent to go with the flow of their arrival. Apparently so too did Shira, judging from what Eden picked up watching her. The weirdness and newness of the situation and stresses related thereto compelled Eden to slip in a few words to break the nearly half hour of (for her tense) silence where she could. “What’re you in for?” Shira swallowed her current partly-chewed chocolate fast to reply, “This isn’t a prison!” “Didn’t you (chew, chew) do like a plea bargain thing?” “It’s not a plea bargain, it’s a job.” Chew, chew, chew. “They‘re paying you, right?” “Dollar above minimum wage, yes.” Crunch, crunch. “Wasn’t exactly entirely voluntary for me, though.” “What happened?” Eden held up and waved her hand as she chewed her way through a couple of caramels, one milk, one dark. Eventually her mouth was clear and able to say, “Hurled a molotov cocktail towards an open window here.” Shira bolted upright, nearly ** on her current confection. Indeed, she needed to pour herself some water and sip to help her finish swallowing before she could either speak or consume her next chocolate. “Here at the factory?” “Original Los Angeles factory we’re in, yes. Maybe I shoulda done S.F.” she ended in a mutter. “Why would you do that?! It’s just a candy company!” “To get their attention!” she yelled. “Emails didn’t work! Paper letters didn’t work! Nothing worked!” {Oh shit. I’m in with a lunatic} she thought as she chewed. “What what what were they ignoring that matters so much to you?” “Who the hell writes ‘Rose Bowl Parade’ and gets away with it alive?! It’s the goddamned Tournament of Roses Parade, fucktards!” she screamed more at the room in general than Shira. {OK, what did they tell me to do in case of emergency?!} she grew more frantic, fiercely masticating the latest majority-crunchy arrivals in her bowl. “Or Rose Parade, if one’s being terse. Everyone with even a pea-brain knows this!” To Shira’s relief, Eden shoveled the growing pile of fine chocolates from her bowl into her mouth all at once. Needing to keep working on her own, the two women studied each other for awhile as they chewed. “Are you a Pasadenan?” Shira broke the minute or so of verbal silence. “Yes—generations so! My grandfather and his father and a brother or something all worked in the City of Pasadena parks department. Grandfather got into the Association and worked his way up–” “–The Association? That 1960s sunshine pop band who did Along Comes Mary and Cherish and all that?” {How the fuck old are you?!} Eden thought and stared at her interrupting apparent co-worker, blowing through the latest confection in her bowl—a lemon truffle. “The Tournament of Roses Association! He worked humbly in many positions for years and years and worked his way up as those who want to do so and are eligible all do until his turn came to be President of the Tournament of Roses Association, and ride in as well as be in charge of that year’s Tournament of Roses Parade.” She had to quickly stuff some recently-arrived chocolates in her mouth so as not to fall behind. The mix of white, milk, and dark chocolate all at once was suboptimal taste-wise, but it was what it was, and she swallowed it fast to add, “It’s a matter of family honor and common decency! And they won’t fix iiiiiittttt!” “Do you need an early break, Ms. Offen?” burst out of a concealed loudspeaker. “I knew they were monitoring in here” she muttered softly Shira’s direction. “Is that you, Mr. Easter?” “Yes.” “I apologize for my outburst, and I still intend to fulfill the terms of our agreement. But I wish for the love of all that’s good in the world and accuracy that you’d please correct the website! It’s never never never never never been the ‘Rose Bowl Parade’! The Parade predated the football bowl game by years! Hell, the Parade started in 1890 and the first Rose Bowl football Game wasn’t until 1902—12 years later! How can you do this?! How can you let this stand?! The See family lived in Pasadena, fer chrissakes! Marengo & Bellevue! They knew! They knew it was and is the Tournament of Roses! It’s a travesty to have it so very wrong on their own company’s website!” “All things in due time, Ms. Offen. You may have had a little too much sugar and caffeine from the chocolates already, this being your first day and all. Please go ahead and take a quarter hour break, wherever you want. Do consider having some water or herbal tea or savory food to help settle you back down.” Not knowing anyone else and feeling vaguely uncomfortable elsewhere on the premises, Eden returned to her and Shira’s work room with a full mug of Calm Clouds tea well before it reached its minimum steeping time, resuming her comfortable seat. “Nice in here, huh?” Shira commented between her latest chocolate chomps. “Not at all the dank, windowless basement with single super-buzzy tubular fluorescent light that I’d feared when they roped me into this.” Indeed it wasn’t. Airy and bright with windows, skylights, fresh paint, fresh air, nice comfortable overstuffed furniture… it was a very nice space in many ways. “So tell me again what happened once you threw the molotov cocktail?” “The man I now know as Mr. Easter happened to be exiting his car on his way back towards the building, standing right behind me when I jumped out of my car, poured and lit the cocktail, and threw it. A maintenance guy appeared out of nowhere in the doorway near the window I hit with a fire extinguisher, and had my improvised incendiary device extinguished almost as fast as I’d lit it, immediately crashing me into depression at having so epically failed. “Soon as I turned my head, an L.A.P.D. patrol car rolled up, lights no siren, and Mr. Easter appeared just behind me. The officers took a report from Mr. Easter and a confession from me, then asked Mr. Easter if he wanted to press charges. He asked for a moment to have a private word with me, which the officers granted him. Between the option of misdemeanor vandalism at a minimum on my record plus likely probation or fines or jail time versus taking this job to eat factory reject chocolates for 6 months with no charges pressed, the choice seemed obvious.” Shira chowed down on a just-arrived Milk Rum Nougat, not anticipating the numminess of the rumminess. “Would you make a different choice now?” “Hell no! I’m jus gonna… make my way through this, grateful for my high metabolism, so I won’t get fat.” “Pffft!” Shira snorted in high amusement, pretending to turn it into a sneeze to mask her mirth. She ignored Shira’s response, sipping her tea, then asking, “So how’d you wind up chowing down on defective chocolates, like me?” “Unauthorized sex at work. Around food, being served to the public.” “Ewww! Why?!” “Horniness and boredom! Why else? There’s a reason our catering company gets snarky spelled B-O-N-E Bone Appetit.” She bit into one then the other of her latest 2 chocolates: a Milk Bordeaux® then a Milk Butterscotch Square, starting to speak with her mouth partly full, “I’rm nurt the only one who works there—worked there—who runs sexually hot.” “Do I even want to know where?” “The Huntington Library, Museum, and Botanical Gardens, which I’m sure a local like you knows is abbreviated to The Huntington the way we can get away with Rose Parade without inciting your literally fiery wrath.” Eden rubbed her forehead, then took another sip of tea. “Yeahhh, the improvised incendiary device plan was pretty much the nadir of my personal judgement over my life so far. Guess I’m glad that I got off so easily.” “Yeah, that was my problem at that job: getting off far too easily and often. I didn’t think either of us were spraying nor otherwise spreading anything near enough to the cooktop, but the crispy well-done pubes wedged in Sad Trombone’s teeth indicated otherwise.” “Woah woah what? Who? Where?” “Me and Jared, who’s a great lay and one of my work regulars, were working the kitchen I think in the 1919 Café, but really we did it so much so many places, it might have been one of the other kitchens. Grill was full, wasn’t time to flip yet. No one else was back there. He was hard for me, I was wet for him, our usual sloppy kisses happened, then our usual fucking happened—usual in that we routinely boned at work, not that we were stuck in any kind of rut in terms of specifics. It had never been a problem before—we did it behind a stack of boxes. I can’t tell you how the pubes got into Sad Trombone’s burger patty, just that they did.” She got that contemplative look again, “Kinda makes me wonder what they’d taste like with a little extra virgin olive oil. Huh—virgin olive oil and non-virgin pubes… there’s a mash-up for ya!” {This is so gross! And it’s just the first day! Gaaaah!} “Who or what is Sad Trombone? And if it’s anything remotely like rusty trombone, please don’t tell me!” “No no no. It’s the name of the President of The Huntington at the time. Not her real name, which was Trombley something, I guess… something close to that. We just all called her Sad Trombone, because her presence and activities made the folks who worked there before she arrived sad, and that’s what they all started calling her.” “Why were they sad?” Shira needed to down a few Dark Molasses Chips and a Dark Maple Walnut before she could reply. “Ever known some hotshot who breezes in to head up some company or other organization, then totally fucks it up and over doing things for their own self-aggrandizement? Then when others cotton on and try to right the ship, they skip town, erase any record of their wrongdoing, and repeat the process some other place?” “Can’t say that I have.” “Well, if you listen to The Huntington folks who worked there before her time, that’s what I got of their consensus opinion. Rumors that she trashed Pitzer College before breezing into The Huntington, but I couldn’t find any provable evidence of that when I looked, just speculation and innuendo. She brought our company in to do catering, so I have no personal knowledge of things prior to her. Nor, once my or Jared’s or both our short curlies were wedged between her teeth, after.” “So what does any of that have to do with you scarfing down reject fine chocolates with me? Did this Unhappy Trombone person–” “–Sad Trombone, please. She’s not worth more syllables than that.” “Alright. Did or does Sad Trombone have any connection with See’s?” “Munger.” “Oh?” “You don’t know this, Ms. Pasadena? From what I’ve read, Charlie Munger of Berkshire Hathaway which owns See’s amongst all kinds of other companies lives in your fair city.” “That’s all the more reason for the web dipshits here to fix the fucking history time line page! That 1949 entry is one of the greatest abominations in the history of the written WORD!” {She’s unhinged. Tote unhinged} Shira struggled not to cower. “TOURNAMENT! OF! ROSEEEEESSSS!” “DROP IT!” Shira yelled back. “You’ve got delicious candies to eat.” Sullenly, Eden complied. The perfectly balanced scintillating flavors of the Key Lime Truffle she was currently enjoying made her tastebuds dance. {If they keep feeding me ones which are this good, I’m going to stop caring about much of anything else besides having more of these} she thought. Despite the roughly pound and a quarter of chocolates she’d already consumed so far this work day, the inevitability of her situation plus gustatory joy of that last truffle made her look forward to the latest new additions dropped into her bowl. “Glad you’re here today” Shira broke another several minute span of chocolate-eating-enforced silence. “Even with all my rants?” “That’s not my favorite part. But it’s nice having someone to talk to.” “Why don’t they let us use our tech? That rule does make it seem like prison!” “They do let you—me—us—everyone use them for emergency calls and texts.” “Yeah, but not for anything else.” Eden had to stop for the better part of a minute to enjoy (and she truly did enjoy) a Dark Scotchmallow®. {Fuck, if they keep giving me these pieces of confection heaven I’m gonna get as fat as Shira, or—oh gosh no—some of those super lard ladies around the main office} she thought as she chewed. “What’s the difference to them if we’re chatting like this or staring at our screens?” She popped a Dark Vanilla Buttercream into her mouth, getting the hang of chewing and speaking at the same time, “If we’re not talking ’cause we’re in our own worlds on our respective screens, seems to me that’s more mouth time for processing their cast-offs.” “I don’t claim to have everything about this place figured out, Eden. Nice name, though I keep wanting to call you Edie.” “You may call me Edie” she blushed bright red, “as long as we’re friends.” “We’re friends” Shira smiled back, “as long as we’re not ranting. I promise not to bring up the finer points of my sex life—unless you ask. And I’ll try not to trigger you on the parade thing.” “You have a nice name too. ‘Shira’ slides off the tongue readily, with or without chocolate.” Each of them received some mixed Milk and Dark Chocolate Stars, these confections immediately taking starring roles in each of their mouths. Feeling a little better about this whole weird situation and in particular her new co-worker, Eden decided it was time to pick up one of several loose conversational threads. “I’m clear on the whole Munger–See’s–Pasadena thing. I still don’t get how what you did when you worked for the catering company at The Huntington gets you in here filling up on chocolates with me. Something about Munger, but then we went off the rails.” “Ever thought about how Munger rhymes with hunger?” “No. Is that the connection?” “No. Just occurred to me and I thought it was interesting. There’s a Munger on the board of The Huntington—not Charlie, but a close relation. Sad Trombone was really torqued with the whole, um–” “–I know.” “Yeah, that thing. She seemed to want me in prison, but with my offense only rising to the level of firing and possibly being shun- and reputation-banned from food service, there didn’t seen to be an option which satisfied her. Once she learned my true calling is as an exotic dancer, she got with the Munger on the board who got with someone here who got me into this, to ‘destroy’ my figure via fattening me with chocolates, so my exotic dancing career would collapse.” “Why are you air quoting ‘destroy’” she didn‘t air quote, but your author single-quoted in this long sentence to set off in the story text for easier reading comprehension. “Formerly an exotic dancer, now a belly dancer!” she grinned, tossing her soft, significantly tubby belly fat around with both hands. A rush of weird feelings seeing Shira’s soft, creamy, surprisingly pale fat belly skin suddenly pulled out of her pants and shirt and played with gave Eden significant vertigo. “Time for some water, girl.” Sipping water did help. Shira putting her belly away helped more. Eden felt sure she wasn’t romantically/sexually/intimately attracted to Shira, but something about seeing that belly and that playful fun smile and hand play along with it gave her mysterious feelings of a similarly powerful nature. “Ever considered getting into belly dancing?” “I’m not fat!” Eden stridently insisted. “And I’m not going to be!” The smirky look Shira gave her as they both ate the latest rounds of cast-off candies appearing in their respective bowls riled Eden further. “Size 16 is not fat!” she ranted once her mouth was free, muttering at the end, “any more”. “Alright” she tried not to snicker, still grinning far more than Eden felt at all appropriate. “That’s 16W, right?” “Neither of us are exactly in the Junior size range any longer, are we?!” “Settle. Juuuust wanting to make sure we’re using the same sizing system.” “Does it really matter, when they’re all arbitrary unitless numbers which don‘t even correlate between brands within a given system?! What’s got you all wistfully staring off into space now?” “Guy I dated. Joe Bob was quite the unitless number. Not that I’m a size queen—not much, anyway—but apparently he was absent the day of the boy-to-man upgrades. Great with his tongue, though. Reallygreat with his tongue!” she rolled her eyes and stuck her own tongue out lustily. The plinking of several chocolates into each of their bowls once again ended conversation for the moment. Eden heard the end-of-shift signal out on the main floor. “Day’s over already?!” “What? You haven’t had enough chocolates yet?” “Don’t say the C word!” “Which one?” “The one you just said 2 sentences ago!” “Oh, so you‘re good with me saying candy? Candy candy candy candy.” “Stop!” “We love candy! They make lots of sweet, sugary, C-word-coated candy here!” “Any C word!” “♫ Bom bommm! Bom bom. C-word is the word I use to descri- iiiiibe All the feeling that I have ♫–” “–What’s with you and your The Association fixation?!” “You do know that song!” “Shut up! I’m not as old as I look! Wait a minute—other way ’round, other way!” “Yeah we should go out the other way” Shira agreed once she stuck her head out the door and looked both ways. “Big crush at the main door right now. Reminds me of this guy–” “–No more of your date stuff, please Shira? Maybe tomorrow, but I’m struggling to work out how to have dinner without hurling.” “Same thing I told you and we did together at lunch: hydrate. Eat veggies and savory, avoiding as many C word ingredients of which we’ve both eaten a lot today as possible. Follow me; I’ll show you the sneaky snake way out to the parking lot.” Shira looked a lot more like a hippo or cow than a snake from Eden’s vantage point behind her as she led the way. Indeed, Eden barely picked up on much at all of her new work surroundings, eyes fixated as they were. {Whyyyy am I staring at your big rounded bouncy fatass buns?! Did not know chocolate was this sort of mind-altering substance.} As they parted ways heading towards the parking lot and their respective vehicles, somehow being in the outer world made life seem normal to Eden again. {Maybe I will be able to survive this ordeal} she thought as she unlocked her old car’s door.

Her full name is Daiane dos Santos. She's a former Brazilian gymnast. She gained a lot weight over the years. People criticized for her weight gain. https://www.instagram.com/daiane_gs_/?hl=en

Belly from too much beer, too much snacks… you name it, she’s overdoing it 🤪 I usually post everything on my insta but I’m trying to be more active on here! This was my “prequel” to the big belly goth gf set, this is when her fav party outfit doesn’t fit anymore post-COVID 💕

I decided to open this thread to document some women that gained weight during their period of media exposure (italian fatcelebs). I'll start with Antonella Clerici, a tv presenter famous for the popular cooking show "La prova del cuoco" (which I think it'd be translated The cook's test). I find her similar to Nigella Lawson in some aspects. She was apparently always pretty curvy and busty, but seems like being on a cooking tv show and have to taste food and everything made her gain some weight. Plus, seems like she was never much concerned of showing her voluptuous body. Some photos that does not show particular weight gain Sanremo festival 2010 Here (2013) she says she has to pay attention to the line because talking about risotto, lasagne and amatriciana made her go up a size. Some photos (no particular order) Recent Good video (pretty old) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDr_ry3dDf0

Hey, kinda new to the website but was interested in getting people’s perspectives and inputs on this. A lot of people get into feederism because they were introduced through a partner. Sometimes, unfortunately, things don’t work out after making a major commitment either financially or physically. So my question is, for those that were introduced to feederism through somebody they’re no longer with, did it drive you away from feederism for awhile, did it encourage you to take things further, or did it distance you from it completely (assuming less the ladder given the website). No matter how you handled the situation, what was your personal line of reasoning/thinking for how you handled things?

I came here in hopes of getting feedback/help in writing this story. I'm looking to collaborate with others to expand this concept I have for a story. I posted what I have so far. I want help cleaning it up grammatically, but also plot-wise. In a nutshell, I want the two main characters, Maria and Bianca, to gain weight (through magic) in order to become more popular on IG. The reason they decide to do this? Maria sees that her current posts (thirst traps) on IG aren't garnering the same amount of likes that they used to. And, she sees that a plus-size model posting similar content to hers gets way more likes and better reception. I want this to be the character's motivation for transforming themselves into 500+ pound versions of themselves. They're seeking clout and sponsorships from plus-size clothing brands. I also wanted them to find out that Bianca's grandmother accidentally made the transformation permanent. This could be a complication/plot device in the story. The two girls have to grapple with staying morbidly obese forever. And they have to live their young lives as 500+ pound women, and all that that entails. I'm not the best at in-text dialogue. If you know how to present dialogue between characters in the correct manner, feel free to chime in with your corrections. Any help/feedback is surely welcome and appreciated. Feel free to DM me if you want to collaborate on this further. OR comment below with suggestions and/or advice. The Instagram Models: by progressive_dude It was a late night for Maria. She was in bed, scrolling through her Instagram notifications. Lately, she had been in a bit of a rut. Maria noticed that her content wasn’t getting the same amount of likes that it used to. She’d regularly post thirst traps on Instagram, but they seemed to be getting less attention lately. Her usual bikini pic at the beach wasn’t garnering the same attention as before. Maria decided to search on Instagram to see what her “competition” was like. She noticed that a lot of other girls were doing to the same thing as her. She realized quickly that her content was quite ubiquitous on the site. While Maria searched for other girls in bikinis, she came across something different. It was a post unlike any other she’d encountered. It was that of a larger woman wearing a two-piece bikini. Maria was a little surprised and shocked that a girl of that size would have the confidence to show all of her “features.” Maria was intrigued. She didn’t know what to make of this woman’s confidence. Maria was mesmerized and couldn’t look away from this bikini-clad woman. The woman in question had to be around 350 pounds and no more than 5’5 feet tall. She was quite bottom heavy, carrying all her weight in her stomach, hips and thighs. The woman was a tan brunette Latina, much like Maria. When Maria clicked to see the comments and likes, she saw something typical on Instagram, thirsty guys posting thirsty comments. But, she also noticed a lot of other women posting encouraging comments. It was at this moment that Maria came up with a crazy idea: what if she re-invented herself as a plus-size model? Maria chuckled at the idea. How would she even get that big to begin with? Would she just eat a bunch of food everyday until she looked like that mysterious woman? Maria shrugged the idea off and began getting ready for bed. She smiled right before falling asleep. When she woke up, Maria again checked her phone to see how many notifications she had gotten. Still less than normal. Maria decided to check out the page of the fat girl she had been looking at last night. Maria clicked on her account and saw that she had more than double the number of followers as her, over one million. Maria looked at some of her other photos and noticed a pattern. This woman, whose name was Eva, posted similar content to Maria, but had way more likes and followers. Maria needed advice. So, she decided to contact her fellow Instagram influencer/model friend, Bianca. Maria texted Bianca, “hey have you gotten any new followers on IG lately?” Bianca responded about two minutes later, “not really. My IG has been super dry lately.” It was at this moment that Maria called Bianca to speak to her directly. When Bianca picked up, Maria cut straight to the chase, “hey B, I noticed this big girl on IG getting way more likes and followers than us. She posts the same kind of stuff as us, but more people seem into her stuff. Let me send you a link to her page.” Maria sent a link to Eva’s page via text. Bianca paused to get a good look at the photos. She audibly gasped. Maria responded, “I know, right? She’s also sponsored by plus-sized clothing brands and stuff. I guess being fat is where the money’s at.” There was a noticeable pause from both women. Bianca broke the silence, “What if we were big like her? Maybe we could get sponsored by those same brands, too.” Maria responded, “but how are we gonna get that big? It’s not like we can just magically get fat.” “But we can. And I know how.” Interjected Bianca. Maria raised one eyebrow at the idea of actually getting fat. “Wait. What?” Responded Maria. “How?” Bianca excited said, “I’ll show you later. Just come over to my place. It’s pretty cool, actually.” Maria wondered what Bianca could be referring to. She was anticipating that Bianca was just messing with her. Maria began heading downstairs to her car. She was legitimately curious what her friend meant on the phone. Maria arrived at Bianca’s home. Bianca still lived with her extended family, including her grandmother. Maria arrived at the front door. And before she could even knock, the door opened. Bianca was on the other side. She seemed excited. Maria entered the house and followed her friend. Bianca led Maria into the kitchen. Maria laughed, “I think I know what you’re trying to say. We better get eating then.” Bianca gave Maria a puzzled look. Bianca responded, “no girl. Remember I told you my abuela (grandmother) practices brujeria (witchcraft)? She’s gonna help us.” Maria looked over to Bianca’s grandmother, who was standing next to her in the kitchen. “My abuela made this potion for us to take when we’re ready to get fat. She says that it’s an old recipe passed down the generations from our ancestors in Mexico.” Maria looked skeptical for a second. But, she had seen magic in the past by Bianca’s abuela. Maria looked over onto the countertop. She saw two glass cups with bubbling liquid inside of them. “How big will we get,” Maria asked. Bianca looked over to her abuela. Her grandmother responded to her in Spanish. Bianca looked at Maria and hesitated for a second, “she says anywhere from 450-550 pounds. She said she brought out the scale so we’ll know how big we are.” Maria’s jaw almost dropped. She couldn’t picture herself being that size. Maria looked over into the living room and saw a scale and full-body mirror placed there for them. “But what about our clothes? I don’t want to be fat as fuck and completely naked!” Bianca’s grandmother told Bianca something in Spanish again. “My abuela said that our clothes will transform with us. She says that whatever we’re wearing will expand to match our size.” Both girls were dressed rather casually. Maria was wearing a white crop top and black leggings with sneakers. Bianca was wearing a pink, striped maxi dress with a denim jacket and heels. The two girls looked at each other’s outfits. Bianca’s abuela pointed at the two glasses full of potion. She was suggesting that the two girls hurry it up. Maria and Bianca looked at each other, and in unison said, “who’s gonna go first?” Maria again looked at the cups, “we can drink them at the same time I guess?” Maria grabbed her cup, then Bianca grabbed hers. Maria raised the glass to her lips, and Bianca did the same. The two finished the potion at approximately the same time. Maria looked at Bianca once again and said, “huh, I don’t feel any different. How long is it supposed to take?” As Maria finished that statement, she found herself surrounded by a puff of thick fog. Her vision also grew hazy, and she began to feel lightheaded. Seconds later, she began to regain her vision. She noticed the fog had cleared. She was not expecting what she saw next. It was Bianca, only she was extremely fat. Bianca’s outfit was doing her new figure no favors. Her arms looked absolutely massive in that denim jacket. And her ass looked gargantuan in her striped maxi dress. Maria could tell that Bianca’s stomach was pressing up against the fabric of the dress. “wow B, you got huge. I wonder how much you weigh.” Bianca turned her massive self toward Maria and said, “you’re one to talk. You should go see yourself in the mirror.” Maria’s heart dropped. Was she actually ready to see her new form in the mirror? Maria began waddling her way towards the living room. She felt different. Her gait, once graceful and light, had been replaced by slow, labored steps. Her leggings get tighter all around, but especially around her waist and her rear. As she approached the full-length mirror, she noticed that it was too narrow to fully show her new physique. She was now too wide. The first thing Maria focused in on was her torso. She saw that her boobs had grown considerably, but nowhere near as large as her belly. Her belly now hung below her sex area and onto her lower thighs. The lower fold sat right above her fat knees. Maria noticed that now her butt jutted out at least half a foot. It looked almost exaggerated on her 5’4 form. Bianca snuck up behind Maria. “Jesus B, you scared me.” Bianca chuckled. “How could I scare you if you can hear the floor creaking every time I walk? You look pretty huge Maria, not gonna lie.” Maria turned around her large form, which now took a lot longer than before. “Are you still wearing heels, B? Weren’t you wearing some before?” Bianca, as if to answer, lifted up the bottom of her tight maxi dress to reveal reinforced high heels. Bianca checked herself out in the mirror. She put her fat hand on her belly, and on her booty. She seemed quite impressed by her transformation. “I wonder who’s bigger now. You’re like two inches taller than me, so maybe you?” Bianca said. Maria looked down at the scale on the floor, “only one way to find out.” Bianca waddled her way onto the scale. “I can’t see the numbers cuz my belly is too huge.” There was a slight pause. Then, the scale read out her weight, “523.5 pounds.” “Damn. Maria I wonder how big you are. I can’t believe I weigh that much.” Bianca stepped off the scale. Maria made her way toward the machine. She tapped it to reset it. Then she got onto it. Both girls fell silent. The scale read out loud, “531.67 pounds.” Maria gasped. She didn’t even know such a weight was possible. “My God! I’m so huge. I don’t even know what to say.” Bianca looked directly at Maria and said, “we should start new Instagram accounts now. Then we should post bikini pics like this.” Maria thought for a second. Then she said, “well that was the entire reason we did this in the first place. So, let’s do it.” Maria grabbed her iPhone from the table. She noticed that the phone wouldn’t unlock with the normal face detection. She had to put in her passcode. This proved more difficult due to her fattened up fingers. Maria began making a new Instagram account. She looked over at Bianca and asked, “what should I put for the name? Should I use a different name for my fat self?” Bianca thought for a second. Maria had a lightbulb moment and said, “Maria is a common name. I’ll just use that. But I won’t use my last name. Simple.” Maria and Bianca created their new “fat accounts” on Instagram. Maria had an idea: what if she recreated some of her more popular IG posts, including the bikini pics at the beach or by the pool? She thought that this could garner her some attention right out of the gate. She had just one problem, she didn’t own any bikinis in her new size. Maria looked over to her friend, “B, we need to get new outfits to fit our new bodies. Where should we go?”

She has gained a lot of weight that gut is so hot and sexy 😍🤤 Before After

. Story in a western setting of a lesbian female FA sheriff letting her also female deputy save her from the calorie loaded hospitality of the locals. If you like the setting and enjoy this, let me know... 🤠 --------------------

Anyone else watch the new Fantasy Island?? The newscaster just… wants to eat a buffet! As soon as she said she just wanted to eat as much as she wanted without gaining, I was like… 😳💕🐷 but what if gaining…??

Jodie Comer in the new free guy film looks a little bigger she is famous from killing eve and looks really flipping good with her new double chin

Just wanted to share my years of slowly getting plumper over the years ! Belly’s too big to hide now hehe

Hey there. I was wondering if we could make a thread about stories regarding office weight gain. You know, the type where 1 or more co-workers get fat as there career goes. One of my favs is A Severe Case of Secretary Spread on Deviantart. What's yours?

This story is intended for adults and contains adult content. The formating of the text, through this site, may not be as originally intended; a correctly presented version can be downloaded in .pdf format from: https://overflowingbra.com/results.htm?varname=1194 Echo I by Goldleaf He had bumped into her two days ago in town. Though he had seen on Facebook that she had moved into the area, he definitely hadn’t expected to run into her so soon. Walking along the high street, he had turned at the sound of someone calling his name, and had come face to face with his ex- girlfriend, a broad smile lighting up her face as she stood opposite him. ‘Long time, no see,’ she had said with a raised eyebrow. He had studied her face as he replied, thinking back to the amicable ending of their relationship several years before, and the numerous times since when he had wondered quietly to himself whether she was the one that had got away. Trying not to be too obvious about it, he checked her out. Her long brown hair was mixed with professional-looking highlights, and cascaded over her shoulders as their breath rose between them in the cold winter air. Beyond that, and the minimal make-up she wore, her thick coat made it difficult for him to see much more. She had always been petite – her appearance almost mousy – her slender figure fitting her 5’6” frame and her somewhat quiet and reserved persona. Today, however, she seemed full of a new confidence, her height bolstered by a pair of black boots with a substantial heel. He quickly traced the outline of her jean-clad legs until they disappeared behind the lower hem of her jacket. She went to the gym – he had seen that on Facebook too – and though her legs were lean, there was a new, gentle curve to them. The two of them had chatted for several minutes, catching up on each other’s lives with genuine interest. On several occasions, he had been tempted to ask out for a coffee, but, ultimately, the right moment hadn’t arrived, and suddenly he had found himself saying goodbye. Taking a step forward, she had wrapped her arms around him in a farewell hug, and as her body pressed against him he had felt the faint impression of her breasts through the layers of their coats. Matching the rest of her, and recalling her perky B-cups from the year or so they had dated, he suspected that they remained much the same as they always had done. And as he reached out and placed his arms around her in response, he couldn’t help himself. The two of them had parted, and he smiled down at her as she said a final farewell and turned away. She hadn’t felt a thing – and neither had he really; just a faint and fleeting pulse that faded as quickly as it had originated in his fingers and travelled through their coats to her. He didn’t know where it had all come from – and he didn’t question it much either. As far as he was concerned, this strange ability he had somehow developed didn’t harm anyone, and it seemed extremely unlikely that he’d ever receive answers to any questions he might ask anyway. But now, two days later, he was about to get an answer to a related, yet different question. On the sofa beside him, the Facebook Messenger app on his phone pinged, and, with a devilish smile, he recognised her name. Claire. Here we go. He opened the chat, returning her greeting and wondering whether she’d have the guts to mention it. Because it was, undoubtedly, the sole reason she was messaging him at half- past nine at night. He waited patiently, replying politely to her messages and trying coyly to pretend he couldn’t see she was trying to lead the conversation somewhere. ‘So, do you think I’ve changed much since we last saw each other?’ she asked him eventually. He sat up a little straighter on the sofa. ‘I’m not sure,’ he replied innocently, ‘we only spoke for a minute or so.’ She replied almost instantly with an exasperated emoji. ‘I meant physically,’ she wrote. ‘Did you think I had changed much?’ Well you hadn’t changed much then, he mused, but since... ‘Your hair was different.’ He wrote back. ‘I liked it a lot.’ Her reply was, again, almost instant – and it was clear that she was still digging for a different, very specific answer. Deciding to help the conversation – and her – along a little, he picked his next words carefully, and typed: ‘I think you looked the same the other day, but you’re probably looking a little different now.’ This time, there was a pause before she replied. Somehow – through the bizarre ability he had come to possess and the strange link it gave him – he knew her dreams had, for the last two nights, been filled with images of him; moments between the two of them. ‘How so?’ He knew that, despite all logic to the contrary, she suspected he knew. Though it was impossible. Wasn’t it? ‘I think there’s a part of you that’s grown a little,’ he typed, his pulse quickening slightly as he continued to smirk. This time, there was a significant pause before she replied. ‘It was you...?’ In a sense, it was an admission, and his smile grew. Shrugging slightly to himself, he decided to just go for it. ‘Your boobs grew, didn’t they?’ An agonising pause, then... ‘Yes! How did you do it? It’s impossible!’ He chuckled quietly to himself in the cosy warmth of his living room. On the opposite wall, a film continued on his TV, though he’d turned the volume down when she had first messaged him. ‘I don’t know,’ he replied. ‘You get the dreams and it just happens. If you want to fix it, go and stand in the shower. Don’t touch them, just slowly turn the temperature down as cold as you can handle.’ He hit send and watched as the ‘message received’ symbol changed to ‘message read’. He waited. He wondered how much they had grown by. She had been a solid B-cup when they had dated, and none of her photos on Facebook or anything he’d seen the other day had suggested otherwise. Though their hug had been brief, he wondered whether they could have grown a whole cup size. It would have had to have been significant enough for her to message him. Though of course there were the dreams too. If he closed his eyes, he could almost picture her now heading into her bathroom, removing her clothes and she turned on the tap. She hadn’t replied to his last message, and he was sure it was what she was doing. Did she really mind, he wondered. He was fairly certain they’d had the odd conversation back when they’d dated about things she wouldn’t mind changing about herself. He saw her standing in the shower, the warm water running down her trim body as she reached for the temperature control. Even as the fingers on one hand reached out for the silver dial though, her other hand reached up to cup the swollen outline of her newly enlarged breast. Her whole body shuddered slightly as her fingers sunk in to the soft, voluminous flesh that had spilled out of her bra earlier that morning. Her eyes closed as her thumb and index finger surrounded her nipple as the rest of her hand gently squeezed. And that, he knew, would be it. ‘I think I deserve an explanation.’ His Messenger app pinged, and the images from his almost meditative daydream vanished as he opened his eyes. ‘You live over on the marina, right? Can I come round?’ He glanced at the clock on his phone. It was gone ten. Thirty minutes or so was a long time to stand in a cold shower... He gave her his address and glanced around his living room. Though his two-bedroom house wasn’t exactly large, it’s interior was spacious. Whilst the front door opened onto a small, pedestrianised boardwalk, the rear patio doors beside him opened onto a small balcony overlooking a small U- shaped bay of the marina. Across the short distance – currently devoid of boats thanks to the winter months – he could see a handful of lights on in the houses opposite. Preferring to admire the view of the twinkling lights, he often spent the evening with the curtains open, confident that, with only a lamp and his TV illuminating the room, the darkness of the night would hide him from view. The doorbell rang, and he glanced, once again, at the time. It hadn’t taken her long. He stood up, walking somewhat excitedly down the dimly- lit hallway toward the front door. Trying hard, he forced the smile off his face as he opened the door. ‘Hey,’ he said cheerfully, stepping quickly aside as she didn’t hesitate before brushing past him. Closing the door behind her, he followed her through to the lounge. From behind, and in the relative darkness of the hallway, it was difficult to make out much beyond her silhouette. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, her upper body hidden by a black hoody. He could see her legs though, he noted as he followed her into the lounge, the pale skin of her thighs, then calves, appearing from beneath the hem of a short grey skirt. ‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asked innocently as she came to a stop before him. Turning to face him, and lit from the side by the light of the lamp, he saw it. Despite the oversized, near- shapeless and decidedly far-too-large hoody, it was obvious, and as he traced the faint yet undeniable swell beneath the fabric down from her neck toward her navel, he knew exactly what had happened in the shower. With one hand firmly grasping the shower controls, her other had begun to massage the larger, rounder, heavier shape of her swollen breast. Though she had done the exact same thing earlier that morning when she had awoken, soaking wet, once again, from another night of sex-filled dreams, it somehow felt different, now, under the warm water of the shower. She closed her eyes as she kneaded and squeezed her chest, the taunt skin of her breast spilling out between her fingers as her breath grew shallow. Without any sort of conscious decision, her other hand left the temperature control and, from her thigh, worked its way between her legs. She gasped faintly as she began to play with herself, her swollen nipple squeezed gently between her fingers as she kneaded her breast. It wasn’t long before she convulsed, gasped involuntarily as she orgasmed. For the first time, her hand left her breast as she steadied herself against the shower wall, her eyes closed tight as she shuddered, enjoying the sensation of the hot water massaging her swollen body. Eventually though, her breathing beginning to slow, she opened her eyes, and choked back an involuntary stutter of surprise. For the past two days she had been living with the all but explicable growth of her breasts from her usual size to at least a proud C-cup. Now, however, she saw as she looked down in shock, they had grown again and by at least the same amount. She watched as they rose and fell, swelling in tandem with her shallow breathing. Both nipples stood firmly erect, and she watched as a steady stream of water cascaded down each, utterly perfect, breast. Curiously, she twisted her upper body sharply, and watched, transfixed, as they jiggled and swayed. And then, once again, she had reached up and cupped them. This time, her moans had grown a little louder, and her squeezing and kneading a little more frantic as her hand returned, once again, to between her thighs. She had orgasmed faster too, and harder, and even as she had bucked and gasped, reaching out to steady herself, she had opened her eyes to see her breasts larger once more. Staggered, she had held them in her small hands, watching as only the slightest squeeze formed a chasm of cleavage. A moment from last night’s dream pierced her body, and, as she remembered the weight of his body atop hers, she fought to remain standing as her knees threatened to buckle. Gasping, and spluttering at the water cascading down over her, she squeezed her swollen breasts and moaned. He couldn’t help but stare as she stood defiantly before him. Without speaking, she reached down, grasping the hem of her hoody and pulling it up. Underneath, he saw the light grey material of a t-shirt begin to ride up as she lifted the top away. The elasticated band of her short grey skirt dug into her narrow hips, he noticed, the beginnings of a muffin top spilling out above it from a surprisingly soft little belly. As the hoody continued its journey upward, he felt his heart skip a beat. How many times had she orgasmed in the shower? Her light grey t-shirt would normally, he suspected, be a size too big for her. It’s lower half, despite her tummy, was loose, and as it returned to it’s natural position on her body, it hid the flare of her slender hips from view. But it was up top that his attention was now fixed. His first thought, he realised as he saw her stiff nipples poking prominently through the taught cotton, was that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Which made sense, as none she owned would surely fit her. As had none of her t-shirts either, he suspected. Had they had room, her magnificent tits would surely have hung proudly before her, free to sway and jiggle with each minuscule movement she made. In the confines of the only t-shirt she had clearly been able to squeeze them into however, he saw that they had simply run out of room. Though their perfect shape was obvious, they were now pushed so tightly together they could barely move, a insane cleavage running from the taught mid-point of the top’s v- neck almost all the way down to her navel – at which point the t-shirt hung loosely off her. ‘I, err... He couldn’t help but chuckle as she threw the hoody to the floor beside them. ‘I guess you didn’t turn the temperature down like I said?’ The obvious flush to her cheeks as he tore his gaze away from her sensationally swollen breasts told him she knew he knew what she had done in the shower. Taking a step forward, her boobs bulging as they jostled up and down within her t-shirt, she pressed herself against him. Half expecting a slap, and caught somewhat off-guard, he opened his mouth to speak. But, before he could, she had leaned in and kissed him. It was fierce and unexpected, and as he felt the incredible swell beneath her t-shirt press against him, he stumbled and fell backward. Somewhat unceremoniously, he landed on his back on the elongated section of his sofa where he normally stretched out his legs. Looking up, and blinking in surprise, he watched as she climbed onto the soft fabric, her knees resting either side of his waist as she lowered her body towards his. First to make contact were her tits, squeezed between them as she pressed her crotch against his. Within his jeans, he felt himself grow impossibly harder as she grinded herself against him. As she continued to kiss him, he reached up and placed his hands on her thighs, running them blindly upward, brushing past the hem of her skirt and the delicate fabric of her underwear until he found her arse. She moaned softly and her hips bucked against him. Moving her lips to his neck, she laid a trail of breathless kisses downward until she reached the top of his t-shirt. With her hands around his waist, she lifted it up, affording him a momentary view of her incredible cleavage as her heaving breasts hung down in the gap between them, still constricted by the confines of her top. Shimmying down a little until her tits were pressed against the unmistakeable bulge in his jeans, she continued to kiss her way down his chest until she reached his belt. Almost frantically, her fingers worked at the buckle and then at the zip of his jeans until, finally, she was able to pull them off him entirely and discard them onto the floor beside her hoody. Running her hand over the top of his boxer shorts, her delicate fingers caressed the bulge beneath the soft material, before reaching up and pulling them away too. Free, his penis stood erect above his muscular abdomen, and even as his gaze was drawn in once again by the pair of enormous breasts before him, he couldn’t help but notice the slight look of surprise on his ex-girlfriend’s face. He was bigger than she remembered. Her tits disappeared from view as she lowered her head toward his waist, and he closed his eyes as her warm, wet lips closed softly around his aching cock. Already shallow, his breathing grew ragged as she slowly began to work her way up and down. His mind, on fire, leapt back to the image of her in her shower, before fast-forwarding to the moment she had removed her hoody. His hips bucked, and he groaned softly as he came. She had learnt some new tricks since they had split up, and that, couple with her recent growth spurt, meant he hadn’t lasted long at all. He knew that she had been expecting it though, and he had felt her grasp his hips firmly as she swallowed over and over again. Ironically, it lasted longer than normal, and with each spasm and murmured groan, he felt her grip tighten a little, and even as the throbbing began to dissipate, he pushed as hard as he could. ‘Oh, my god.’ She had more gasped it than spoken it. He opened his eyes to see her resting before him, her arms propping herself up at the end of the sofa between his legs. Immediately, he found himself staring at the taught fabric of her t-shirt. It was unmistakable: her breasts had grown again. Filling the space around them to the maximum, they had expanded in the only direction they could. Downward. Her nipples continued to poke angrily through the fabric, and, as he glanced down, he saw a series of other small yet still noticeable changes. Though the bulge of her breasts created an enormous overhang, he could now see the faint outline of her small, round belly pressing against the front of her t-shirt, and from where her engorged breasts were now causing it to ride up slightly higher, he see that her muffin top was now spilling over the top of her skirt. Though he couldn’t be sure, he suspected that even her hips were a little wider. ‘I can’t believe how good that tast...’ She trailed off as she opened her eyes, her gaze darting momentarily to his face before returning to his crotch. She wasn’t the only one who had grown. Whereas he was normally a fairly healthy eight or so inches, he was now a solid nine or even ten – and still rock hard. ‘But...’ Apparently oblivious to the changes within her own body, she glanced at him in breathless confusion. Reaching out, she wrapped an inquisitive hand firmly around his new girth. ‘When you do what you just did,’ he murmured with a slight shrug and a shudder as she began to move her hand slowly back and forth, ‘I’ll get bigger and stay hard until we –,’ He gasped as she squeezed him playfully. ‘– until we do something else.’ Her gaze fixed largely on his quivering penis, he saw her cock an intrigued eyebrow. ‘Interesting,’ she murmured, lifting herself slowly up, her breasts catching on the end of the sofa as she moved upward. His eyes closed again as he felt her take him into her mouth, and though he suspected that she was struggling a little with his size, it was clear that she wasn’t going to let it get in her way. Twisting and turning, she managed to tease him for several minutes, her hands pressing down firmly on his waist to stop him moving too much as she sucked. Before long, though, he felt himself begin to lose control, and as he groaned loudly, he felt his entire body go rigid. His hips bucked as he came, and through his own, powerful orgasm, he heard her moan softly as she swallowed. Pressing him down into the sofa, the sensation of her lips pressed tightly around him only intensified it, and for what felt like more than a minute he came continuously into her mouth, her groans muffled as she tried to keep up. Finally, the throbbing subsided, and even though he felt his cock stiffen, he opened his eyes. She was kneeling at the end of the sofa, her eyes closed as she panted heavily. Her tits had grown to the point where he doubted they could possibly move even an inch beneath the furiously taught t-shirt; the material cutting sharply into her back as her breasts pulled at the front. With her top now pulled even higher, he could see the round curve of her swollen belly poking out the bottom, the waistline of her skirt taught around her fleshy waist. ‘That was amazing,’ she moaned, her open palms propping herself up against the end of the sofa, ‘but I can’t breathe.’ She gasped a dark laugh, and he watched, almost hypnotised, as she reached up and grabbed at one of her enormous boobs, her fingernails digging in to the stretched fabric of her t-shirt. She moaned loudly and swayed as she squeezed the mass of flesh beneath her hand, her face flushed as she eyes never broke contact with his. Then, reaching down, she pulled at the hem of the distorted garment and, with a little difficulty, pulled it up and over her head. He took it all in as it was revealed: her flared hips and the outpouring of flesh around her waist pushed up and out into a muffin top by her waistband; the bulge of her belly as though she had spent the last few hours stuffing her face; her remarkably narrow waist and then... Her fantastic breasts came free from the confines of the t- shirt, and with a magnificent array of jiggling and bouncing spread out to take their proper shape and size. They must have been at least J-cups, he thought to himself. Though still teardrop shaped, they had lost some of their perkiness, giving them a shape that looked entirely natural. Which was, he knew, a side effect of growing the way they had. When he got his hands on them he’d be able to change that. Above him, he saw her expression change as her attention moved away from herself and back to him – and he glanced down: he was still rock hard, and well past 10 inches. Her flushed face spread into a grin as she reached out and began to stroke his throbbing dick. Though her lower half was hidden from view as she kneeled at the end of the sofa, all he wanted was to rip her panties off and... She leaned forward, her tits flowing and bulging against the insides of his legs as she approached him from the third time. ‘Wait,’ he begun, ‘we can –,’ In front of him, her warm breath making his cock twitch, he saw her shake her head. ‘Oh no,’ she said darkly. ‘We’re doing this my way.’ Her grip tightened around him and he couldn’t help but moan. ‘And when we do ‘do it’, I want you to be the biggest I can take.’ She shot him a look that told him everything he needed to know, and as she pushed his hips forcefully into the sofa, she wrapped her lips around him once again. Though he couldn’t quite tell how much of him she was able to take into her mouth, it didn’t matter. Each movement was ecstasy, and he found himself holding his breath as she rotated a little to the left and then right, moving up and down, her enormous tits filling the gap between his legs and pressing against his balls. Soon, he felt his orgasm beginning to build, and as he pictured her mischievous expression and expanding body, he found himself determined to give her exactly what she wanted – and perhaps a little bit more. Summoning everything he could, he forced as much as he could into making his pulsating cock as big as possible, and as he began to come, he pushed as much cum out as possible, the desperately needy moans coming from his midsection keeping him going and going. How she kept her lips wrapped so tightly around him, he simply couldn’t fathom, and as the throbbing finally began to subside, he found himself wondering what she would look like when he opened his eyes. Down below, he felt his cock twitch, and, for the first time, he realised that though she had slowed, she hadn’t stopped her rhythmic movement. This time, and though mainly by the sensation of her mouth growing smaller around him, he felt himself grow; his penis lengthening as it grew thicker and heavier. Undeterred, she was building speed, and as he found himself simply unable to do anything but lie on his back on the sofa, he found himself moaning almost uncontrollably. She was mad! Unable to see it, this time he felt the growth of her breasts; the soft yet taught skin expanding outward against his legs as she sucked feverishly. She too was moaning, he was sure, and as he felt her try to take him as deeply as she could, he felt himself start to come. Without warning, and so violently that he almost dislodged her hands from his hips, he exploded into her mouth, his hips bucking and his moans drowning out her whimpers as she frantically swallowed everything he gave her. By the time he stopped, he had lost track of time; his head was spinning and his whole body felt light. Had it not been for his desire to see what he had done to her body, he could easily have passed out. Gasping for air, sweat glistening off her body, he watched as she staggered to her feet at the end of the sofa. Her tits were fantastic; swaying and wobbling as she tried to stand. Not only had they grown out sideways, they had bulged outward as well as down as gravity took its toll on their incredible size. They must have been slightly bigger than basketballs, creating their own cleavage down from her neck to her stomach. And speaking of which. Though, somehow, her waist was still, relatively speaking, narrow, the waistband of her skirt was digging into her flared hips to such an extent he was surprised it wasn’t hurting her. And, to be accurate, the small skirt was now almost just a waistband. Whilst, above it, her almost-pregnant looking belly extended out toward him – the lower half of her enormous breasts resting against it, the lower half had been pushed upward by the expansion that had taken place there. It was the first time he had seen her lower half since she had first dropped to her knees, and he couldn’t believe the changes that had occurred there. Trying desperately to wiggle her fingers through the band in order to remove it, he watched as she turned slowly on the spot, her entire body jiggling as he took it in. Her slender legs had doubled in size, her thigh gap disappearing to be replaced by her two, enormous, curvaceous thighs which had, in expanding outward, pushed her skirt upward and over her bum – which had been doing some growing of it’s own. Perhaps due to her previous dedication to the gym, her arse had somehow retained it’s incredible shape as it had swollen and doubled in size, her two large cheeks taught and perfectly shaped as they stretched her lacy lingerie to it’s limit. Until, finally, she wrestled the last of her clothing away – her enormous tits blocking her elegant sweep of an arm as she tried to discard them onto the floor. Finally naked, she turned to face him, her incredible hourglass figure swaying before him as his cock began to throb again. As though drawn to it, she took a step forward, her eyes taking in it’s size with a strange expression of eagerness and determination. It was enormous, and as he looked between it and her, he found himself consumed by the singular desire to push himself deep within her. She knelt astride him as she had done before, shimmying her incredible body forward until his enormous dick was resting against her swollen belly. Then, lifting herself slightly, she took it in her hand and positioned herself above it. With a look of gleeful desire, she closed her eyes and slowly began to lower herself. He listened to her deep, drawn out moan as she began to take him inside her; her tight, wet, warmth surrounding him as his dick throbbed within her. Bit by by, she continued lowering herself down, and he saw her bite her bottom lip as she gasped. Slowly, her enormous breasts grew closer to him, their magnificent size and shape almost within his reach. Oh, what he still had to do to them! To her! And then, incredibly, she came to rest against him, the entirety of him taken within her, her incredible body angled slightly forward as she placed a hand beside his shoulder. Her soft, fleshy belly pressed against his stomach, and her breasts hovered tantalising close to his face. You have time, he told himself. With incredible self control, he placed his hands on her arse, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he heard her moan in response; her body sinking into his as she quivered. Slowly, yet forcefully, he used his hands to pull her forward slightly, his enormous dick moving inside her. She gasped loudly, the sound transforming into another moan as she pushed back against him, then forward again. With a soft, almost guttural sound escaping her lips each time, she began to establish a slow and steady rhythm. And with her distracted, he gently squeezed her arse, and concentrated. The sensation was the same as it had been two days before, though now, skin to skin, it was stronger and more intense. It was almost like an energy, and as she slowly gyrated on top of him, he felt it flow into her through his fingers. Though he couldn’t see it’s effect, he could feel it, and as he channelled it as he wanted, he felt her begin to grow. Her hips grew wider, her thighs rounder as he channelled the muscle and fat into just the right areas to keep her figure nothing but stunning. Though by no means finished, he moved his hands up to her waist, keeping her hourglass figure intact as he rounded the top of the thighs. Gently, he ran his fingers up her stomach, adding flesh to make her soft, flabby belly round and taught. And then came something he did not expect. ‘My boobs,’ she gasped above him, her eyes closed as she moved back and forth above him. ‘Please. Make them –,’ She whimpered as he forced himself to grow a little inside her. ‘Make them bigger.’ He didn’t need to be told twice. Removing his hands from her swollen stomach, he paused for a fraction of second, before taking her fantastic tits in his hands. Above him she let out a helpless cry as he squeezed them gently, and then, with an incredible amount of flesh pressing through his fingers, he lifted them up as though imitating a push-up bra. Even as he did, he squeezed, the energy flowing through his fingers into her tits. And incredibly, bulging upward in his hands, he felt them begin to change in order to stay that way. The effect of gravity on their enormous size reduced, and as they slowly began to expand between his fingers, he saw them take on a new, perfect teardrop shape as they hung off her chest. As though, now, entirely unaffected by their incredible mass, they simply continued to grow as he channelled more and more energy into her. Though this time, she was very much aware of it. ‘Yes!’ she whispered breathlessly, whimpering as she pushed herself backward and forward on top of him. Unsteadily, she raised a hand from the sofa, and as he removed his own hands, she grabbed her left boob. As her fingers settled into the soft flesh, her small hand ridiculous in comparison, she cried out. ‘Oh my god,’ she breathed. ‘I’m going to come.’ She shuddered, her hand returning to the sofa, and he found her enormous tits surging toward him as she leaned forward, her head hovering above his chest. ‘Wait,’ he replied with a little urgency. ‘You need to wait for me.’ ‘I...can’t...’ She groaned, her mouth remaining open as her hips kicked. Fighting to bring himself to orgasm, he felt himself pulsate within her – which was the final straw for her. He felt her spasm around him, and even as he felt himself rushing toward orgasm, he felt her go rigid. Inside her, he continued to twitch, the motion enough to make her whimper slightly each time. As her own orgasm began to hit her, he began to feel it. Though his hands rested on her enormous butt, without any intent or input from him, he felt it beginning to grow once more. As she shuddered and moaned on top of him, her inflated body sinking into his, he felt everything else begin to grow too. Around his waist, her thighs began to expand, whilst against his stomach, he felt her belly begin to balloon. All of which couldn’t come close to her breasts. All of which, finally, pushed him over the edge. Inside her, he felt himself erupt, his cum flowing into her as he grunted helplessly – entirely unable to explain that this was why he should have come first. As the first of his spasms hit her, he felt her shudder, a breath escaping her lips as her head collapsed onto his shoulder. With each enormous release, he heard her gasp almost silently in his ear, entirely unable to move as another orgasm hit her. And it wasn’t just his writhing dick that was making her quiver uncontrollably. As his cum flooded through her, and entirely unable to do anything to stop it, he simply placed his hands around her as she ballooned. Her thighs began to squash him as they grew, his hands struggling to encompass the size of her arse as it too expanded. Between them he could feel her belly growing in every direction as if she was overdue to give birth. And her breasts. Pressed between them, resting against his upper chest, he felt them grow in every direction until the force of their expansion began to lift her upward in order to generate more space. With each of her muted cries as her second, or perhaps even third, orgasm ravaged her, he felt her grow. With each of his uncontrollable grunts, he felt her balloon a little more. Finally though, her last orgasm subsiding alongside his, he felt the throbbing began to subside. And suddenly he remembered the look on her face from earlier. Even as the last throes of his orgasm shot through him, he concentrated hard and, one last time, pushed his penis as hard as he could. He felt the last eruption surge into her; her slowing rate of expansion reversing momentarily as, all at once, every part of burgeoned under a fresh wave of flesh. Unsuspecting, and finally beginning to regain her breath as she lay, exhausted, against him, he felt her tense as another wave of pleasure rocked her body. ‘Ooh,’ he heard her whimper, before suddenly, to his immense surprise, he felt her pass out. Standing in darkness at the window on the opposite side of the small marina bay, the woman stood motionless, her breath caught in her throat. Why she had originally come from her kitchen to her living room was now a mystery; she had popped in to get something and, by chance, caught sight of a mystery woman standing in the apartment across the way of the man she quite fancied. For how long she had stood there, utterly motionless, in the darkness, she did not know; her eyes wide as she had followed the events that had unfolded in the dimly-lit apartment just close enough for her to see into across the way. In her chest, her heart pounded, and as she took in the sight before her, realising that now might be the time to finally turn away, she absentmindedly raised a hand and somewhat wistfully cupped one of her small breasts.

I remember reading a story on FF a while back called "A Shake in the Fridge," or something to that effect. I was wondering if anyone else remembered it. I was also wondering, if by a miracle, someone had it saved somewhere, or had access to it online. I actually like that type of magic weight gain story. I actually wanted to access the story to improve upon it. The story's plot could be summarized like this: a girl has a magical shake in her fridge. She drinks the contents of the shake and makes a wish to gain to 600 pounds. She does, and reveals her new self to her boyfriend. He freaks out at first, but somehow she convinces him to gain to that size as well. I hope someone out there has this quirky, yet interesting story. Please and thank you to anyone who can help.

Hi everyone! I hope you have a great day! It sure was a big surprise for me to see so many people liking and accepting my body! Thanks to all of you for giving me that warm support ❤️ Some members of our sweet community, asked me if I wanted to be a curvage model. I gave it some thought, and I decided to give it a try! I was pretty nervous to record myself at the beginning, but with some good music and a cozy room, it became a selfcare moment. Enjoying my own body, with all the curves and the squishiness of my tummy pushing between my fingers was quite something Sooooo, i made 4 videos, I leave some GIF at the end of this post as a preview :3 Off course, I would like to have better equipment, but for now it's the best I can achieve. Hopefully, with time and some investment on my part, I will get better at this ! I’m super open to criticism and advice from other curvage models, if you have any you can spare for a newbie. What do you think? Does it look cute? ☺️

(OK, so this is something a bit different for me, it's a super meta idea that I got when I stumbled across this amazing artwork from DeviantART's TheAmericanDream of Jumbo Jessica Rabbit and it really inspired me to do a sort of meta story with an OC of mine, Francesca, being the toon actress who plays Jessica Rabbit in Who Framed Roger Rabbit; I hope that you guys enjoy this and i'm interested in hearing your thoughts on this. If you guys want to see more of this, let me know. I wouldn't mind doing more of this because I think it has potential, hope others agree with me?) Frankie hated having to hide who she really was, she hated having to hide her natural British accent with a sultry American one, she hated the idea that she had to be slender for the role and she hated the idea that she would never get any credit, because as far as the general public were concerned; she and the rest of the toons weren't real. But she had genuinely loved the experience; she was convinced that this was going to be her big break as a Toon Actress, ironically playing another Toon Actress in Jessica Rabbit, but working with people like Bob Hoskins was an amazing experience and the first time that Frankie had worked with a live action actor on such a big stage. As the filming was wrapping up, Frankie did what she did after every day of filming and changed to her 'regular' form, basically her form as Jessica Rabbit, but instead of being as thin as a cocktail stick, Frankie was a rotund red-head, a big second chin that gave her British accent a deeper, heavier and huskier sound to it that just made her seem sexier, a big, bulbous orb of a belly that would have burst her vintage red dress if it wasn't for Toon Physics, her breasts, one of the defining features of Jessica Rabbit, weren't as comically oversized thanks to them resting on that slab of a belly. Her legs were scrapping together and giving the Toon a noticeable waddle and her hips were wide and flaring. "Still don't know why I can't just have this body, It'd be more relatable to the average yank." Vic scoffed a bit in her British accent as she tore into a bit of pork with gusto, she didn't know why big women couldn't be beautiful, too. But she wasn't one to complain considering that this would at least help her get put on the map compared to all the other animated actors and actresses out there. As Frankie gorged herself, the brightly coloured Roger Rabbit, who was Frankie's on-screen husband and more traditional 'toon' walked over to her. "You did good out there, Frankie. Bob has said that this should open the doors for us actually being able to interact with real humans." as the obese but beautiful Frankie looked over to Roger, who had been nothing but nice to the rotund redheaded toon and, as Frankie tore into another chicken leg, tearing it off the bone in a manner similar to the Tasmanian Devil, that got a pearly white smile on Frankie's double chinned face. "I'm surprised I was able to keep the accent and suck in my gut for long enough." Frankie laughed, her bulbous belly quaking, as she looked over to the other toons, who were shaking hands with the live action crew, Frankie felt quite emotional as she tried to not show that she was getting a fair bit upset. "This is our 'moon landing', isn't it, Roger? Toons acting with live action, Disney and Warner Brothers stopping having their dick measuring contest to actually work together...it's all downhill from here, isn't it?" Roger looked at the bulbous beauty who played his hour-glassed wife and sighed a bit "I mean, things evolve and things change, maybe we'll get something in the future?" Roger was a lot more well spoken and down to earth than his wacky portrayal on the movie that had his name in the title; but, like his character, he was still a good toon who had actually convinced a reluctant Bob Hoskins that it could work and gotten people like Christopher Lloyd on board. Frankie just looked at Roger and flashed him a wry smile on her round, gorgeous face as she had to admit that she was scared for the future, she and the other toons say that technology was marching on and, in their minds, it wouldn't be too long before they were considered obsolete. The red-head toon couldn't help but joke "It's a shame that I never got to keep my actual size, there's some interesting gags we could've done, thank god for Toon Physics, there's probably a jumbo jet in one of my folds?" Frankie laughed a bit in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Hey, I don't want to sound like I'm ungrateful, but I'm going to head off, one of my old mates from The Academy for Animated Actors is rocking up soon, called Squidward Tentacles, he's a really chilled out toon and he's looking for his big break, apparently he's got some sort of comedy act going with some little guy called Spongebob Squarepants, they're meant to be pretty good." Francesca mused as she hadn't realised that she had cleaned out the entire buffet table while she was talking to Roger, leaving just a comically high pile of empty plates and bowls. "Well, tell him I send my regards and if they ever want to get a foot in the door, they can call me." Roger remarked as he wrapped one of his arms around Frankie's bulbous back as he asked "Why not a picture? Just for proof that you've made it?" Roger suggested as Frankie flashed a lovely smile, before grunting as she dug into one of her huge and heavy rolls of side fat and fumbled around inside of them. Thanks to her toon physics, Frankie pulled out a motor-cycle, a jumbo jet and even an ocean liner from her one fold of belly fat before giving a big smile as she pulled out an old school camera. "Told you that not having me as the fat ass I am was wasted potential." Frankie boasted as she held the camera up to her and Roger with both of them smiling and showing a time for the toons that would never be topped in terms of animation and live-action working together.

Hi! I am Sydney, I am joining because I want everyone to watch me make a pig of myself I'm 22 and 4"10, which is incredibly short if you don't know. I used to weigh about 115 a few years ago and gradually gained weight over the years on accident. But this last year I've packed on 20 lbs and I know now that diets are pointless and I am going to become a fat pig whether I want to or not. I weigh about 160 now, and undoubtedly much more very soon. So, hello all! I would love to meet feeders/friends/sponsors/etc.

Hey everyone, I am looking for some nice mutual weight gains stories. Stories where there are two or more characters gaining weight. It can be a man or a woman, a lesbian couple or even a large cast of characters gaining weight. I would love it to be mostly female weight gain focused or at least lots of attention to both characters gains. I feel like the guy character always gains a lot more than the lady, and I would love to see that reversed or just equal. Here are some examples of stories I have enjoyed A tight fit: https://www.deviantart.com/crudeatoms/art/A-Tight-Fit-855790801 A good story about two girls gaining Magic Christmas cookies #2:https://www.deviantart.com/snr6424/art/Magic-Christmas-Cookies-2-439017836 Here is a good example of multiple characters gaining weight even though none are romantically involved. Selective side effects: https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=305813 A cool story that I hope gets finished some day. Both male and female weight gain with attention to both.

Nalini Krishan is the actress who played Barriss Offee in her brief scenes during Star Wars: Attack of the clones. Her visible belly in some photos of the character caught my attention, so I wanted to find out what the actress looked like without makeup and clothes from the movie, there are not many images, but what I found honestly impressed me:

Hi curvage. Most of you might know me as someone who posts gains, but recently I've been branching out a bit into weight gain fiction. I haven't had the time or privacy to download and organize pictures lately, but luckily it has been slow at work, where I can at least get away with having a word document open. Here's what I've written so far. Enjoy: UNITS OF MEASUREMENT “Great, I’ll see you at the house tomorrow!” Hannah pressed send. “Whoo! Get it girl!” Kelsey shouted. The other girls at the large round table laughed. Hannah and her friends were taking part in their usual Friday night routine which largely consisted of consuming copious amounts of alcohol, dancing, and flirting with guys at the club. Their usual group of seven was probably a bit intimidating and maybe a bit easy to judge. At first glance, they seemed like your attractive, but basic, sorority girls who only cared about partying and keeping up superficial appearances. However, once people got to know them, they found them to be a pretty down to earth group that knew how to have a good time. They fully embraced the “work hard, play hard” mentality, and at the moment they were playing hard, nursing their buzz at the bar while cheering their friend on for setting up a date with a hot guy from Tinder. “Stop you guys” Hannah said, though she had a smile on her gorgeous face. Hannah was probably the one in the group who looked most like a model. One look at her dating profile and everyone could see why. She had shoulder-length straight brown hair, the classic prominent cheek bones, and piercing blue eyes. She stood at 5’8, giving her enough height to have presence, but not enough to tower over people or scare men off. She was also very thin framed, weighing a thin 136 pounds, perky breasts, and a nice slightly rounded butt. At least, Hannah used to be thin framed. The nights of going out and mornings of taking pre-med courses had taken a bit of a toll on her figure. Her bikini picture on her dating profile might have displayed a perfect body, but Hannah had been putting on weight since the latter half of the past summer. Knowing she couldn’t afford to go abroad for a semester due to her course load, Hannah opted to spend 6 weeks in Italy through one of the university’s summer programs. The trip was one of the times of her life, but came at the cost of softening her a bit, having sampled many types of pasta, wine, and gelato. When she got back, she only had a few days of downtime before moving back into her sorority house for her junior year. The course load ended up being just as intense as she anticipated, and, while living in the sorority house was always entertaining, it wasn’t exactly the best influence. As a result, she hadn’t been able to dedicate much time to eating well or exercising and she was starting to feel the literal weight of her new lifestyle. Having good genetics and height on her side, Hannah wore her new weight well. Her belly might have just started to stick out slightly, but she still looked fantastic overall. Her butt and boobs received the brunt of the weight making her look curvier, and her upper arms, the area most people saw fat accumulate, had only thickened a little bit. Barring the opinions of the shallowest of people, Hannah still looked drop dead gorgeous, and Hannah still had a lot of success in her nighttime outings. That said, she was aware of the tightening of her clothes as of late and wore what was once a loose dress that night to draw attention away from the slight roll around her waist. “Besides, I think I might actually really like Mason” Hannah continued. “Who wouldn’t. He’s so hot!” said Jackie. Normally Jackie was a bit on the quieter side, but being the shortest in the group at 5’2 and weighing maybe 100 pounds, she was feeling her second drink. Hannah and the others always thought Jackie was very pretty, but could be stunning with a few adjustments. She had half Asian features with beautiful thick straight hair that fell at about shoulder length, and kind brown eyes. She didn’t have much trouble finding guys interested in her, but the girls thought if she filled out her waifish figure a bit more, she would have someone to go home with whenever she wanted. They didn’t vocalize this to her since they didn’t want to create body image issues for her, but they tried to subtly nudge food and other calories in her direction, often to little success. “Sshhh Jackie, quiet down a bit” said Amanda. The group of 7 lovingly referred to Amanda as the mom of the group. Amanda stood at 5’3 and was your typical blonde-haired blue-eyed sorority beauty who turned heads the last couple years. The group used to joke that Amanda and Kelsey were sisters, since they were both had similar features and voices. However, Kelsey was maybe an inch taller and these days she looked much slimmer than Amanda. If Hannah were to guess, Kelsey weighed maybe a trim 110-115 lbs. whereas Amanda had started to thicken. Unlike the rest of the girls, Amanda was in a relationship as of last year, and with it she had put on some comfort weight. She still looked great, but Hannah guessed she put on about 30 lbs. and weighed between 140-150 lbs. She was definitely wider overall and looked “big boned” despite having a naturally thin frame, but she certainly wasn’t fat yet. However, Amanda’s body wasn’t the only thing that changed with her new relationship. No longer feeling the need to go out and meet people, Amanda had cut her alcohol consumption and assumed the role as the responsible person in the group. She still enjoyed the girls’ company though and was always down to grab a drink or two with them. “Anyways, what makes you think you like him?” said Morgan. Like the other girls, Morgan was also very pretty facially, with hazel eyes and wavy light brown hair. That said, she was definitely the chubby girl of the group. She wasn’t quite full-on fat yet, but Hannah estimated she was probably about 220 lbs. She didn’t carry the weight terribly. Her boobs carried a decent amount of the weight and her stomach stuck out, but not further than her boobs. She did have a double chin and her arms looked like they strained her sleeves a little more than Hannah remembered the last time she wore that shirt. Despite the weight, Morgan was still very pretty and managed to bring attractive guys home on occasion. “I mean, besides the fact that he’s really attractive, I just felt like I could really talk to him. He really related to my travels in Italy and he’s pretty funny,” Hannah responded. “Hannah, you went abroad for 6 weeks. You don’t need to make it a part of your personality,” Abby joked. The table laughed. That was Abby for sure, funny and direct as always. Abby was about 5’5 with a darker complexion due to being mixed race. If Morgan was the “fat one” in the group, then Abby was the next closest. Hannah estimated she weighed a thicc 180 lbs., but luckily Abby was blessed with the genetics that made it mainly go to her boobs and ass. She might have been an hourglass a few lbs. ago, but having put on a few recently, she was starting to look rounder. However, her charming personality and direct nature meant that her extra weight didn’t hurt her chances at all. In fact, Abby was probably the most successful at getting one night stands in the group, and she fully intended on doing so tonight. “Yeah guys I get it, but seriously I’m excited to meet him at the party tomorrow” said Hannah. “Well good luck. I meet nothing, but douchebags on Tinder” responded Sydney, the last of the group of seven. If there were another person in the group that looked like a model, it was Sydney. She stood at 5’10 and was a trim 135-140 lbs. by Hannah’s estimation. She had shoulder-length raven black colored hair that slightly curled at the bottom. Her eyes were a shade of deep green that made you feel like she could see right through you and she had nice full lips. Her legs were long and slender, making her look like a runway model. Hannah liked Sydney but wasn’t quite as close to her as she was with the rest of the group. She got along with her very well, but she always felt like there was a slight tension there. Hannah often chalked it up to feeling a bit threatened by her given her gorgeous looks. Sydney had never given Hannah any indication that there was a rivalry going on and had always been nice to her, but Hannah always worried Sydney secretly judged her. The feeling got worse when Hannah had started putting on a few and as she expanded, she couldn’t help but feel like she might be upstaged by Sydney somehow. Hannah was getting chubby. Sydney was stunning. “Wow way to kill the mood Sydney” said Kelsey, probably being the next most outgoing in the group. “I say we celebrate Hannah meeting Mason and then we try to find Mason’s of our own tonight.” Kelsey raised her drink and the girls clinked glasses before gulping down a big portion of their drinks. The group ended up getting a couple more drinks before heading to the club. Normally Hannah would try to get some action, but she had Mason on her mind and even in her drunken state kept her eyes on the prize. Still, that didn’t stop her from having a good time. She ended up getting a few too many drinks with the girls at the club and danced her ass off before heading home. ---------------------- The room was still spinning for Hannah when she got back. She had a lot of fun with her friends again, but she wanted to try to get some rest so she could be mentally sharp for the party the house was hosting, and more importantly, for meeting Mason. She kept picturing his 6’2 bodybuilder body and could feel herself getting a little wet. Her hand instinctually reached toward her crotch. Control yourself, Hannah she thought as she pulled away. She knew she had to make it to her room and didn’t want to embarrass herself or wake the other sleeping sorority girls who hadn’t gone out that night. Carefully, Hannah made her way to her room, thankful her roommate Courtney was abroad this semester so she wouldn’t be waking anyone up. She passed the mirror and noticed that the dress, the one she purposely picked out because of it being looser, was grabbing a bit more at her belly. Ugh I really need to lose some of these pounds. I know some of it is just bloat from the drinks, but I’m feeling like a whale lately. She took her clothes off and noticed her belly sticking out a bit more. She then made her way to the bathroom on her side of the hall. While wiping her face off, she noticed the electronic scale in the mirror ominously waiting for her. Hannah hadn’t weighed herself in a while. Last time was a little bit after her trip to Italy, which was when she resolved to lose the extra 11 lbs. That had been before the whirlwind of a school year began, and before she knew it her clothes were starting to feel very tight on her, sometimes exposing her slightly flabby midsection. She had been avoiding the scale at all costs, but in her drunken state, Hannah didn’t find it as foreboding. I guess I might as well see the damage Hannah thought. She completely removed her clothes, powered the scale on and stepped on it. 180 lbs?! I’m closer to 200 than I am to 100 at this rate. I have to get this under control! Hannah tried to think about how much weight she gained. She remembered when she went to Italy she weighed almost 62 kilograms. Hannah remembered that because she thought it was funny to see such a small number from the weird European system. That put her at how much? Hannah couldn’t handle the mental math, so she pulled out her phone. 62 multiplied by 2.2 made her about 136 lbs. Yeah that sounded about right. So she put on-- “44 pounds?!” she gasped quietly to herself. It was even worse than she thought, and Hannah began to feel a bit self-conscious. Despite her looks, Hannah was never super vain, but it still hurt to not be in her prime. Fully naked, she examined herself in the mirror. She could have sworn her face looked a little softer and her belly had a thicker roll. What is Mason going to think when he sees me like this? She closed her eyes and breathed for a bit. When she reopened them, she eyed her naked self in the mirror again with a fresh perspective. Sure, she was softer, but she still looked very good overall. She was sure Mason would still find her very attractive, especially since they shared such a connection. Don’t panic Hannah. It’s just 44 lbs, and you’re 5’8. The pounds don’t show THAT much and you still look pretty good. After some rationalizing, Hannah felt a bit better about the situation. Maybe it was the alcohol in her blood, but it only was bothering her a little bit now. She knew that she would be getting it under control soon. Hannah stared down at the display again and noticed the number had gone away. While looking down, she saw that there was an option on the display to toggle the units of measurement to kg. Hmm, maybe I should check my weight in kilograms again. For old time’s sake. She pressed the button to toggle the settings and stepped on the scale. 82 kgs. That number didn’t sound so bad. By European standards, she hadn’t even broken into triple digits. Compared to her old weight, she had only put on, what, 20 kilograms? That sounded much better. 20 sounded like a much more manageable number. She knew it was kind of silly because it was all the same amount of weight, but something about the smaller number just made it easier to accept for her. “I wish we all weighed kilograms instead of pounds” said Hannah thinking out loud a bit **. She stepped off the scale and resumed wiping off her makeup. Sure, she might be chubby by her high standards, but when she thought about it, the looks and the flirts from guys hadn’t really slowed down. She was sure she could handle a number as small as “20 kilograms”. She smiled to herself after finding her confidence again and turned her thoughts away from her weight to her big day tomorrow. She had to set up for the party they were hosting at the sorority house tomorrow, the party she invited Mason to. Tomorrow should be a lot of fun she thought as she drifted off for the night. ----- Hannah yawned loudly as she woke up the next morning. She must have had way too much to drink last night because she still felt off. Her head was in moderate pain and she just felt a little disoriented. Was she still **? Hannah saw the early morning light beginning to filter into her room, making the outlines of her furniture lightly visible. Perhaps it was the dim lighting or the leftover alcohol in her system, but Hannah couldn’t help but feel like the room felt a bit different. Did she move some things in her drunken stupor last night? She then noticed a big outline under her covers. She must have forgotten the clothes she left on her bed last night and covered them last night when she pulled the covers up. She’d done that a few times when she’d gotten blackout **, but while the details of the night before were a bit fuzzy, she seemed to have at least some recollection of the events, so she couldn’t have blacked out. Suddenly it hit her that she really had to pee. She flung the covers off feeling a strange resistance in her arms and squinted her eyes toward the bedroom door. She then tilted her body towards the side of the bed, eyes half shut, and began to push herself up from the bed, noticing it felt oddly laborious to do so. She felt like there was someone pushing down on her as she struggled to stand up, but she got on her feet. She took a few steps then accidentally bumped her hip into her dresser. Since when was that so close to the wall? She must still be **. Why else would she still be this uncoordinated? She kept her eyes narrowed to filter as much light out as possible and walked towards her bedroom door, noticing it was difficult to move her legs. It felt like they were fighting each other, but Hannah did spend a lot of last night dancing and standing so perhaps they were fatigued. Accepting the explanation of drunkenness and fatigue, Hannah did her best to ignore the resistance of her body and walked out of her room into the hallway, then into the bathroom. Due to it still being early morning and the bathroom facing away from the morning sun, the bathroom was nearly pitch black. Reluctantly, Hannah went to flick the lights on, bracing her drunken sensitive eyes for adjusting to the brightness. She blinked a few times and turned around towards the bathroom mirror, before gasping loudly. What Hannah saw was inexplicable to her. It wore her maroon nightgown and it looked like it had her hair and eyes, but was much wider than her. At first, she thought the girls were playing a prank on her by replacing her bathroom mirror with a fun-house mirror, but on second glance it looked too realistic to be some sort of distorting. Suddenly feeling alert and sober, Hannah looked at her body for the first time this morning. The first thing Hannah noticed in the mirror when looking down was a huge pair of boobs covering herself. The nightgown was pretty loose on her, but she noticed they were sticking out much further and sagging much lower than she remembered. Upon closer inspection, she noticed another thing sticking out of her gown. It was her belly. What the FUCK is going on? Hannah thought, before realizing once again she really had to pee and walked to the toilet. She sat down on the toilet with a grunt, realizing she seemed to be higher up on the seat. Once she was finished, she got up with another grunt. As she washed her hands, she took the time to fully examine herself in the mirror. Yep, that was definitely her. Hannah noticed she still had her piercing blue eyes and well-groomed straight brown hair. However, her prominent cheekbones were all but gone at this point, as her face had widened and sprouted a double chin. Being morbidly curious about her sudden morbid obesity, Hannah decided to examine her new strange body. Her nightgown, which had been loose on her normal self, seemed to have grown with her, so she decided to slide it off as she backed up from the mirror, now noticing it might have also grown slightly larger with her. Hannah took a long hard look at her new body. Despite being way fatter than she ever pictured being, Hannah was weirdly relieved that her good genetics seemed to still have worked out for her. Well, as much as they could for someone of her gigantic new size. Like before, her boobs and ass seemed to carry most of the weight, with her ass being almost as wide as the doorway to her room. Her massive boobs sagged heavily, but this time they rested on a new belly that expanded outwards. The belly was very large and formed one huge roll rather than a double belly. Her belly expanded width-wise to attempt to meet her hips, but her hips had also expanded outwards to accommodate for it, as well her new tree trunk thighs and round calves. Hannah rotated to her side to view her profile and noticed that her belly was sticking out quite a bit, but was overshadowed by the depth of her massive boobs, boobs which she wasn’t even sure how to measure. What are they, L cups? Maybe even M cups? She also noticed she had gained in more unflattering places than before. Examining her profile some more, she first noticed that her arms were extremely thick now, fat accumulating above and even slightly below the elbow. They looked like they were as thick as her legs the night before if not thicker. Her ass also exploded outwards, blemished with slight cellulite, and they were topped with a belly and love handles that separated her legs from her torso. Despite her panic, Hannah counted her blessings. She wasn’t quite as belly heavy as many girls she had seen that were her size. She almost had an hourglass figure, if that hourglass had two massive watermelon sized bulbs filled to the brim with sand, and a neck that that was more sphere-like than cylindrical. She then started feeling her body up and down, realizing it was a bit tougher to move her arms. First, she grabbed her belly, feeling its soft flesh ripple with the resistance of her fleshier hand. She then grabbed her boobs, realizing her pudgy hands could no longer entirely hold them. She turned around and craned her neck to look at herself as she grabbed her huge ass. She could see it jiggle with the light touch of her hands. She then turned to her profile again and took a few steps forward and back, realizing just how much of her body seemed to bounce with her heavy footfalls. Her boobs, multiple back rolls, butt, even her arms seemed to move with the excess adipose. Hannah would have been weirdly fascinated if it weren’t her body, but she was still shocked looking at her transformation. After a while of examining and feeling her new body, Hannah noticed the bathroom scale in the mirror’s reflection once again. Hannah’s heart was pounding. She already felt anxiety stepping on the scale last night, and that was before her sudden expansion. Did she really want to know just how big she was now in this foreign body of hers? Hannah still wasn’t even sure if this was all real, and having a definitive number telling her she was heavier would make things seem more official to her. No, she had to know. The more information she had, the more she might be able to find out what happened. Plus she might know what she had to do to lose the weight. She braced herself and stepped on the scale 396 lbs? What the fuck?! She was nearly 400 lbs. Hannah didn’t know how to react besides with overwhelming shock. Before she could ponder it more, she heard a knocking on the bathroom door. “Hey are you almost done in there?”. It was Jackie’s voice. Hannah couldn’t let her see her like this. How would she react to her sudden expansion? Would Jackie even know it was her? There was nobody in the house as big as her, and even though Jackie wasn’t the type of person to rat out guests, she knew she was bad at keeping secrets. If the others found out, she might get kicked out of the house. Or worse, they might realize it’s her and then who knows what would happen to her reputation. Regardless, it couldn’t be good and Hannah was not ready to face it. “Hey I’m almost done, but I realize I forgot my towel. Can you close your eyes so I can leave?” “Hannah is that you? Uhh sure I can do that” Jackie responded a bit perplexed, knowing they had seen each other naked a few times. “Thanks, I’m coming out” Hannah slowly opened the door, peaking her head out through the opening to make sure Jackie was respecting her request. Hannah couldn’t help but gasp when she saw her. Jackie, petite 5'2 Jackie was fat. Hannah couldn’t help but gawk for a moment. Jackie was by no means huge, but she certainly had put on a lot of weight. Her face looked softer and wide, accentuating her Asian features, but she had yet to develop a double chin. Unlike her flat appearance before, Jackie now had some breasts to grab. Unfortunately, the belly they rested on stuck out a little bit further. However, both new features were overshadowed by the complete change in Jackie’s lower half. Jackie had developed a pear figure, and her hips and butt expanded outwards. Sure, Jackie was beyond the point where she should have gained to fill out her figure, but Hannah had to admit it was at least an improvement over her previous stick-like appearance. “Hannah, are you alright? Are you coming out soon?” Jackie said, her eyes still closed. “Oh, uh yeah I’m coming sorry”. Hannah awkwardly shuffled her way out of the door. She tried sneaking out by slightly cracking the door, but realized her massive body wouldn’t fit through the doorway unless the door was all the way open. She opened the door all the way and then waddled her way back to her room. Hannah collapsed on her bed. It had maybe been only a 20 to 30 minute bathroom trip, but Hannah felt exhausted, both mentally from what she had experienced and physically from standing for a prolonged period of time. She lied down in her bed, noticing her boobs were close to her face, and tried to digest what had happened. So she was almost 400 pounds. Jackie was fat too, but hadn’t seen her so she never really saw a reaction. The only thing Hannah had to go on then was that Jackie seemed to be act like her normal self, so evidently she didn’t notice she had also gained weight or she didn’t care. Hannah had a tough time believing she didn’t care, so maybe she had also spontaneously gained weight, but didn’t have the awareness that Hannah did? Or maybe she had always been that way? Did that mean there were others? How did this happen then? Hannah was beginning to question her sanity. Then Hannah saw her phone. Of course, maybe she could search it somehow… But what would she search? She pulled up Safari and searched “spontaneous weight gain” hoping to find a news article about a disease or maybe chemical outbreak that caused this. However, all she found were articles of what you might expect: a healthline article mentioning “Unintentional Weight Gain: Clauses, Symptoms, and Diagnosis”, a WedMD article talking about reasons for weight gain, a health.com article mentioning what might cause sudden weight gain, etc.” She sighed, right as she received an Instagram notification of someone liking her photo. Instinctually she clicked on it, her phone taking her to the photo in question. It was the bikini photo that she also had on her Tinder. The photo featured her posed on a beach during golden hour, one of her legs bent with her other outstretched, leaning on her left arm. Except this time she was fat. Hannah looked it over in detail. That photo had been taken at her thinnest, so she should not have been nearly as big as what she was looking at. However, there she was, confidently showing off her curves. Hannah did notice that, while way heavier than the original, she didn’t look as fat in that photo as she did in the mirror moments ago. Her boobs were still big, but not nearly the size of her head like they were now, and while the pose did not do her stomach any favors, she could tell it wasn’t sticking out as much. Her legs also looked a bit slimmer and her double chin was not as pronounced. Despite her looking smaller, Hannah was still wondering why she ever had the confidence to post this in the first place, when she then realized that she still had a little over 600 likes on the post, just like she had the night before. She scrolled down the comments, noticing they were completely the same, filled with praise and creepy comments from men. She scrolled back to the top comment from Courtney that said “Beautiful😍😍” and noticed her profile picture looked a bit different. Hannah clicked on her username. She was initially greeted by pictures of London from Courtney’s semester abroad, but as she scrolled down she noticed something: Courtney was also fat. She still had her blonde curly hair, but there was no question she was obese. She scrolled down further to rush week last semester where Courtney had a photo of the whole sorority in front of the sorority house. Hannah remembered it well, as all of the higher ups in the sorority posted it for good publicity and she had to like the same photo multiple times. However, this time the photo was slightly different. It looked almost identical, except it was taken from slightly further back to fit all of the girls in frame, because all of the girls were fat. Hannah pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, noticing she grabbed more of her doughy skin. She was awake alright, despite being in some big nightmare. So was everyone fat now? That would explain the thirsty comments and likes on her bikini photo despite her size. By this new world’s standards, she was thin in that photo. It would also explain why Jackie, while much larger than before, was still not obese the way that Hannah currently was. Jackie was overly skinny in their normal life, so it would make sense that she was fat, but not overly fat, in this world. Similarly, Hannah had put on weight recently, so it would explain why she was bigger now than in her bikini photo. But just how much weight had she put on? Hannah began to question it when she heard a knock on her door. “Hey Hannah it’s Jackie again. Can I come in?” Hannah thought about it for a second, but then realized she didn’t really have to keep her weight a secret anymore. “Sure, come in” Jackie walked in the door, and Hannah once again got to examine her inflated figure. Yes, Jackie was definitely still fat, though not quite the blob that Hannah felt she was. “Hey so I just wanted to make sure you’re feeling okay. You seemed a little off at the bathroom, and plus I’ve never known you to ask me to close my eyes when you leave the bathroom before. I mean, we skinny dipped together during rush week. Did I do something?” Hannah felt a bit put on the spot, trying to come up with an explanation other than being put off over her sudden obesity. “Yeah, I don’t know. I guess I’m feeling a little self-conscious lately. I just feel kind of…fat. And I’m a little nervous to meet Mason tonight when I’m not looking my best”. “Oh please, Hannah. It’s just a few kilos. You still look amazing. So many girls would kill for your body. If Mason isn’t head over heels in love with you by the end of the night, then something is wrong with him” Despite her enlarged state, Jackie’s words meant a lot to Hannah. It was nice to know that in this strange universe, people still saw her as attractive, and it made her a little less nervous to meet Mason tonight. Even though it was a much different Jackie than what she was used to, Hannah was happy she was just as supportive as ever. “Thanks Jackie, you’re making me feel a lot better”. “You should feel better, you’re gorgeous. Plus, we need you at your best to help set up the party in a few hours”. Hannah chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there.” “Great, then I’ll see you later.” Jackie smiled and exited Hannah’s room. Like most good social interactions, Hannah replayed the recent conversation she had with Jackie in her mind a few times. She was already feeling more relaxed knowing how she was viewed in this bizarre world. But something that Jackie said was a little bit strange to her. What did Jackie say again? “It’s just a few kilos.” Kilos as in kilograms? Why would Jackie be referring to kilograms as an American? Was she poking fun at her time in Italy? Hannah didn’t think so. It wasn’t like Jackie to joke around when people were feeling vulnerable, and it seemed to slip out of her mouth so naturally, as if it were a word she was used to. Then Hannah remembered her weigh-in today. Why did it default to pounds? Didn’t she switch it to kilograms last night? Something was fishy. Hannah, grunted again as she forced herself to get out of bed, this time minding her larger hips’ tendency to bump into things. She made her way back to the scale in the bathroom, which she could now confirm was larger than she remembered. The units were at the toggled setting which should have been kilograms based on placement, but when Hannah turned on the screen it read “lbs.” on the righthand side. Hannah toggled the switch to the opposite selection, and sure enough it switched back to kilograms. She pondered why kilograms was the new normal and had a theory, but she needed to confirm. She stepped on the scale. 180 kgs. Hannah recognized that number immediately. She had weighed in at 180 lbs. last night. Now she weighed the exact same number, except it was in kilograms. Hannah thought back to her drunken wish last night. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Somehow, whatever magical forces there were misinterpreted her request out loud and had made everyone weigh kilograms instead of pounds. It would explain why everyone in this world had ballooned overnight, and why someone as skinny as Jackie hadn’t become a complete butterball. In this universe, Jackie was still rail thin, crazy as that might seem. Hannah was confused and frustrated. Why, out of all the prayers the universe could have listened to it chose this one, which wasn’t even a real one? And clearly this wasn’t what she meant. Whatever power answered this request had to be a malevolent one. She tried to digest this information, then came to the realization that she had recently put on 44 lbs. At the time, she was happy that it was only 20 kgs., but if the world had replaced kilograms with pounds that would mean she put on 44 kgs, which would mean she put on… “96.8 pounds. Almost 100 pounds” she whispered to herself. Hannah was kicking herself. It was one thing to put on 44 lbs., but in this universe she had put on 44 kgs. There was no way she would have ever been skinny if this transformation had occurred, but knowing she was lugging around an extra 100 lbs. due to her indulgence made her regret her past decisions even more. Ugh it is what is I guess. I just would have liked to be a smaller blob. Hannah walked back to her room, already noticing her heart rate beginning to climb. She pulled up her bikini picture again. She would have killed to be “just” 300 lbs. like she was there. Sure, 400 lbs. in this universe might not be viewed the same way as in her old universe, but it didn’t stop her from feeling the physical effects. She got back to her room and plopped herself on her bed again, noticing her belly and boobs jiggle.

It took a long time for me to notice I was FAT. I've always been a fairly tiny person, and the idea that I could get fat just never occurred to me. I had packed on a good number of lardy pounds before the effects of my irresponsible eating and drinking could no longer be ignored. Denial is a hell of a thing. I first noticed things were changing when my bras began to fail at their job of holding my tits. My newly swollen cleavage poured out of my 34D bras, bouncing obnoxiously with every movement I made. In low cut tops, they ballooned over the neckline, making any typical top extremely suggestive. If I leaned forward to take notes or reach for a gooey pastry from the snack tray, my hugely inflated boobs would nearly escape the bra altogether, far too large now to be restrained by the struggling D cups of my go-to brassieres. I tried switched to only high neck shirts, but even they clung to my overflowing tits and only highlighted the deep crease in my constant cleavage. There was also this weird roll of pudge forming beneath the extremely tight band of my bras. It made it so that even through my shirts, you could see the outline of my bra creating this roll of chub. But who doesn't want bigger boobs? ... So I was okay with it. The next thing to alert me to my extra poundage was the fairly rapid expansion of my ass. This came to my attention as it became challenging for my skirts to contain its new roundness. In normal skirts, I couldn't even bend to get something from the fridge without my globular ass cheeks popping into view. Tight skirts allowed me to move around a bit more, but they clung my fat ass so tightly that my deepening ass crack was always in view. I could shove my burgeoning bubble butt into leggings and yoga pants, but the straining spandex made a spectacle of how my porked up cheeks smashed against each other with every step. That wobbly smashing of fat against fat was a weird feeling for me, horrifying but also weirdly pleasing? I learned to avoid the jeans that couldn't handle the extra girth behind me, the ones that didn't have enough denim to stretch around it left a deep crease around my hips and somehow managed to force some off that ass fat into little lovehandles. They weren't reeeeally love handles though. Plus, I knew my fatter ass was getting a lot of male admirers. Guys love a girl with a big ass, right? .... So I was okay with it. My thighs came next, and damn, did they blow up fast! In a matter of weeks, all of my jeans were disqualified, stopping abruptly a few inches above my knee, where no amount of stretching could force my pudge into the denim . It was a sight when I would try, too. I would suck in and pull the pants up with all of my strength, sweat, wiggle, and bounce until I finally had to breathe. All of the chub on my lower body would jiggle as I exhaled, my chunky upper legs bubbling over the defeated jeans. More than a couple of pairs met their demise this way. Resigned to stretchy yoga pants, I was also resigned to feeling my new thick thighs rub against each other when I walked. My even plumper ass checks still crashing against each other, the additional sensation of my thick, hefty thighs constantly rubbing made walking a very different experience. Running felt like carrying a sack of fat that was always 2 seconds behind me. Luckily, I didn't do very much of that. My gait probably changed around this time, trying to learn to walk gingerly with all of pudge in constant motion was kinda hard. I noticed when that sitting down on barstools and or restaurant chairs, my butt and thighs spilled over the edges a bit. But that must be normal, it must happen to other people all the time! And THICC girls are in right now, I've heard it's even more popular than thigh gaps in porn now! Thick thighs are hot when the rest of you is thin, right? I figured I was finally in that category... so I was okay with it. ...it took me much longer to accept my belly. I will tell you all about my belly, and the rest of my journey, if you guys are interested to hear about it! 😉 Still very new at posting, sorry if this is in the wrong place/format!

Hi guys! I hope you're all well 😁 I'm Vexen, a spain-based chonk who just adores cooking and eating (especially eating!). I created my account a while back but I was never really active so, I'm practically new here. I've always been on the larger side of the scale, but fell in love with feederism and consecuently, embraced my body around a year and a half ago. Since then I've put on more than a quarter of my body weight then (60 lbs!) and the sky's the limit 😁🌸 Feel free to strike up a conversation with me and/or encourage me, I'm always open to making new friends and just in general embracing the warmth of this lovely community 💝 Here's a few pics for you to enjoy from my last stuffing, I may update the thread with more as I go 🥰

First time writing fiction and first time posting on this forum. Any feedback welcome Part 1 - The Date Lauren stared at her phone, taking a moment to process the contents of the message she’d just received from her last Tinder date, “you’re really nice, I just don’t think we’re right for each other, sorry.” She felt the usual pang of disappointment that follows such a rejection, but frustration had become the dominant emotion in this recurring situation. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge had all been failing her since she’d moved to London last year for her new job. None of her friends from university had moved to the same city since graduating and her job in finance surrounded her with men more than twice her age. Casual hookups from the aforementioned apps had consistently left her sexually and emotionally unsatisfied, so she was now looking for “something more serious.” Lauren had always been proud of her body, even if the attention made her uncomfortable at times. She had black South African parents but had been born and raised in the UK, so she was acutely aware that her curves were considered ‘extreme.’ They’d attracted mocking at first, and then harassment from horny boys as she progressed through her teens. She learnt to fight back in the absence of support from authority figures, imbuing in her a steely sense of independence and a refusal to feel embarrassed, particularly as big butts and body positivity suddenly became popular in the West. This cultural change felt like a vindication on her part, although her mid-section was relatively flat despite being ‘overweight’ (“over what ‘weight’ exactly?” she’d always asked herself.) In her mind, a prominent belly would even her proportions out, but she was conscious that there were women who would commit cold-blooded murder just to have her figure, so she never complained. A message from her friend Katie flashed up on the screen, “It’s a numbers game Lauren, you just need to keep at it. I must have gone on 50 dates before I met David.” She was right, and David was a knockout too - muscular but slim, blonde curly hair, and classically handsome. Katie was a big girl, and Lauren would chastise herself when the thought of those two in bed crossed her mind. She didn’t consider herself bisexual, but her admiration for Katie’s huge round belly and tree trunk thighs bordered on attraction. Both her and Katie liked being bigger than their male partners; “it makes me feel powerful,” Katie had giggled over one of their recent coffee catch-ups. She was right about it being a numbers game though, and Lauren felt optimistic about the date she had lined up for tonight. He had a well-paying career and a physique not dissimilar to Katie’s boyfriend David. Unlike David though, he had wavy brown hair and softer features. They hadn’t spoken much (she had a burning hatred of endless Tinder conversations that went nowhere) but he’d come across as a bit shy and awkward in their limited conversation so far. Lauren couldn’t help but like that, she felt it gave more room to be herself, and she needed a lot of room. She started squeezing into a tight low-cut red dress. As she tried to pull the dress over her huge ass the fat around her hips gathered into bigger saddlebags, which she eventually wrestled the sides of her dress over. Once she’d got it on and zipped it up, she admired herself in the mirror. Her huge hips gave her ass a wide frame, which she’d filled out over the years as she’d relentlessly stuffed her face with anything she fancied. She could see those saddlebags in the outline of her dress, albeit smaller now she had the dress on. She also admired the outline of her belly, which had grown since she’d last worn the dress. In spite of this, her waist was less constricted by her dress than any other part of her body. Lauren turned around and smiled at the sight of the cellulite on the back of her thighs, her backfat had also begun to form a mini muffin top. She felt like it could split at any moment. She sat down on a small stool in front of her make-up mirror, practically swallowing the stool under her enormous pair of cheeks. Mid-way through applying some bold red lipstick to her plump lips, her phone buzzed with a message from her date - “on my way!” She looked at the time, “shit, I’m late.” Quickly finishing her make-up, she donned a black leather jacket, grabbed her purse, ordered an Uber, and dashed out the door. He was already there when she arrived and seemed to be the only person in the restaurant that didn’t notice her as she approached the table. His gaze shot up and he froze for a second, taken aback by her sheer thickness. She was used to such a hesitation and patiently smiled as he abruptly got up from his seat and offered to take her jacket. Once they were both seated conversation flowed well, even if only the usual small talk and surface-level chat about friends and family. Conversation quickly turned to the menu, and Lauren enthused about at least a few options from each course, including the sides. She’d chosen one of her favourite restaurants, a fancy steakhouse that had a decadent menu vaguely reminiscent of TGI Fridays - plenty of meat, fat and sugar. A waitress glided over to the table to take their order, Lauren immediately recognising her from her last couple of visits. She was gorgeous and had the body of a typical Instagram model, with a firm perky ass, boobs that gave her ample cleavage and barely a waist to speak of. “Nice to see you back again!” she said, exposing Lauren’s eating habits to the surrounding tables. As they exchanged pleasantries, Lauren glanced at her date to gauge his reaction to the waitress. Not that it would have been an issue, but he didn’t seem to be mentally fucking her as Lauren expected. Maybe she just wasn’t his type. Lauren ordered herself a strong cocktail, before continuing straight onto her food order of a starter, 2 mains and 2 sides. This is the point at which she’d lost the interest of about half of her previous dates, but it was non-negotiable - she’d rather be single than eat less to keep the interest of a man. She didn’t attract many chubby chasers, just men who thought they liked ‘thick women’, but couldn’t handle a real thick woman’s appetite. That was part of the reason she wanted to be FAT, to scare those men off. She wanted a belly that made her ‘too big’ for them. She quickly evaluated her date’s flustered face for signs of disgust or discouragement but thankfully found none. He quickly ordered a starter and a main, before hastily adding a side, clearly to make her own order seem a bit more normal. That wasn’t necessary, but she appreciated the thought. As they waited for their drinks, James was clearly working up the courage to comment on her food order, eventually joking, “so you like the food here huh?” and nervous gauging her reaction. She laughed slightly too loud in an attempt to put his worries at ease, “yeah I love it here, the portions are great too.” He visibly relaxed in his chair a bit, but his interest was now fixed on her as she gushed about the menu, her little double-chin making an appearance every time she smiled. Before they knew it, the cocktails arrived and Lauren began gulping her way through hers, which seemed to use the largest glass in the restaurant. She’d finished hers and another was on its way by the time their starters arrived. Her order of a baked camembert with a pile of fresh bread seemed more befitting of a main, but James made no mention of that, for fear of making her self-conscious. After practically swallowing the camembert and bread basket whole, her second cocktail arrived as she’d begun to feel the effects of the first. James was still making his way through his more modest starter of garlic bread, but was transfixed on Lauren as she happily spoke at length about her career, friends and family. His physical attraction was clear, but the date was going well anyway and they had clear emotional chemistry going on. Lauren instantly felt more relaxed than she had on a date in ages. She absentmindedly began rubbing her belly while sipping on her second cocktail, the starter had barely made a dent in her hunger and the main courses were taking a while to arrive. “Sorry for the wait” the waitress apologised, dropping off a bowl of olives drenched in oil at the table, “a little something for the wait.” She worked her way through the bowl, popping a few olives in her mouth at a time. A drop of oil ran down the side of her mouth, over her jaw and then her modest second chin, revealing a shiny trail of black skin in her foundation. It had reached the base of her neck by the time James pointed it out and she quickly dabbed it with a napkin before it reached her cleavage. She excused herself to go fix her make-up, knocking over a pepper shaker with her ass in the process. James quickly picked it up, conscious that her bending over could destroy the dress, she thanked him bashfully and walked as fast as she could to the bathroom to save further embarrassment. She was just glad it hadn’t been a wine glass for once. As she fixed her make-up in the mirror, she noticed the outline of her belly had grown slightly more prominent after eating, despite her stomach still feeling almost empty. She was thoroughly enjoying the date so far and those surprisingly strong cocktails had made her pleasantly tipsy. As she finished reapplying her lipstick and adjusting her cleavage to be a tad more generous, her stomach growled at her. She hoped the hold-up in the kitchen wouldn’t last much longer. Leaving the bathroom, she noticed food arriving at their table across the room. She hot-stepped back to her date, careful to avoid knocking over any more tableware with her booty, and took a seat in front of the mountain of food she’d ordered. A large rack of ribs lay on the plate before her, next to a chicken burger, a sharing-size bowl of mac and cheese, and practically a bucket of fries. She became conscious of the usual glances from other tables and looked up at her date, partly to check that he was still there and hadn’t been embarrassed by her unashamed display of gluttony. To her pleasant surprise, his face was a mixture of shock and excitement. “Never seen a big girl eat before?” she joked, as she cleaned the meat from the first rib in one bite. “I have actually, and they don’t eat like you. I ordered you another drink by the way,” he said, motioning to her empty glass with a smile. She shot him a smile back in between ribs, sauce already running onto her chubby fingers. She stuffed handfuls of fries into her mouth in between ribs and had soon cleared the plate in front of her. She took a breather and focused on the conversation at hand, which had continued to be engaging throughout her gorging. She was proud of her ability to hold a conversation while demolishing plates of food and he made for a good conversation partner. She was beginning to feel the effects of that third cocktail too, which had only increased her appetite. As James made slow but steady progress through his burger and fries, she took the first bite of her burger and pushed the remainder of her fries into her already stuffed mouth. With cheeks like a hamster’s, Lauren accidentally eye contact with a rail thin blonde woman at another table. She immediately looked the other way. Lauren realised she might have gotten carried away, but shrugged and took another huge bite. She was still chewing when she loaded up a big spoon of mac and cheese, giving herself a moment to swallow first this time. “Wanna try some?” she asked James, who was clearly suppressing a big grin. It was rare for a date not to be put off by Lauren’s ‘unladylike’ behaviour, so she considered the date so far a success, even if she didn’t want to get her hopes up. She proffered the spoon and leaned forward to put it in his mouth. In the process, he was able to get a good look at her generous cleavage, having made a conscious effort up to now to avoid staring. No sooner than the spoon had left his lips was she loading it up again and putting it between her own lips, which now had a shiny layer of grease covering them. She could now feel her belly pressing against the edge of the table and her ass hanging over the sides of her chair. She knew she looked like a total pig and couldn’t help but get a kick out of it, part of her wanted to see how far she could push her date, but she reigned herself in and finished off her burger with relative dignity. She felt totally stuffed as she finished off the last few bites of her mac and cheese. Part of her wished she’d worn jeans so she could unbutton them, instead her bloated belly protruded against her dress, making her look practically pregnant. She leaned back into her chair and smiled with satisfaction at her date, who’d finished his burger and fries some time ago. She felt thankful that food absorbs alcohol, as she was on her 5th cocktail now and felt thoroughly jolly. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom” she said, as she shifted her weight in preparation to get up from her chair. Her stomach groaned for a split second and she involuntarily let out a massive belch. Thankfully the restaurant was packed and the background music and chatter covered most of the sound, but it drew disapproving glances from nearby tables. More importantly though, James was laughing. “I’m impressed” he said, which she responded to with a giggle and waddled to the bathroom. Her silhouette was something to behold, not unlike Nicki Minaj when she was pregnant, with another 100lbs on her. James couldn’t help but feel she was kind of out of his league. They had some deep post-dinner conversation when she returned, discussing what they wanted out of life. Fortunately, they were on the same page in that regard - no plans for kids in the near future, marriage a distant possibility. They both had the money and time to focus on themselves, and they liked it that way. The bill arrived and James insisted on paying, which Lauren laughed off and dismissed, “there is no way I’m letting you pay for all my food. I’m a big girl, I can pay for herself,” she said with a wink. “Fine, at least let me pay for dessert, if you have room? I know a good place nearby” he offered. She gladly accepted. After drawing the attention of practically every patron on their way out, they began walking to their destination. James was now able to enjoy a full view of her glorious figure in the glow of the streetlights. He could see the ends of her braids bouncing off her colossal ass and her heavy, full boobs trying to escape with every step. He asked the question he’d wanted to ask all evening, “how are you still single?” She blushed and shrugged, “not everyone can handle a woman like me.” She was tempted to push his limits to see what shameless, unbridled public displays of gluttony he could tolerate. She hesitated at the thought, after all, that kind of behaviour is what had scared off most of her past dates. He might be willing to laugh off some slobbishness, but she was sure he could only tolerate so much. Lauren was out of breath and her thighs had been rubbing throughout the 10 minute walk, so she was relieved when they finally arrived at the dessert place. As with every other man she had approached a door alongside, James open the door for her and admired the view. He was a fervent ass man, but seeing an ass of such massive proportions up-front made him question whether he could handle all that. He batted such doubts aside, knowing that he’d answer if duty called. The restaurant was empty, clearly a hidden gem in an otherwise bustling area of London. To Lauren’s delight, they had booths that would accommodate her hips, so she lead the way to one that looked particularly cosy. “You should try one of the ice cream floats” James said, a suggestion that Lauren gladly took up. The short walk had reignited her hunger, so she ordered a fudge sundae to accompany it and a beer for the wait. The intoxicating effects of the delicious cocktails she’d had earlier had begun to wane, and she was reassured that the conversation remained interesting to her. Their beers soon arrived and she took several big gulps, suppressing her need to burp. She debated going to the bathroom to let some gas out, but their sundaes and floats soon arrived too. He was right, the desserts were delicious. She shovelled spoonfuls of the ice cream, fudge chunks and syrup mix into her mouth. Her belly began to feel thoroughly stuffed, rubbing against the edge of the table every time she moved. She absentmindedly massaged it as she continued to plough her way through the mound of dessert in front of her. She’d begun sipping on her ice cream float, clearly slowing down from the sheer quantity of food that she had already ingested. She let out an involuntary groan and laughed at herself, only to let slip a deafening, prolonged “urrrrrrrp” in the process. Thankfully the only member of staff had gone into the kitchen, but she looked across to her date to gauge his reaction. It was the same mix of shock and excitement as earlier. “You like to indulge, don’t you?” he asked with a wry smile. “Yes, I do. Because I deserve it” she replied. “Come here,” she patted the space to the side of her in the booth. He gladly obliged. She was only 5’8 and him 6’1, but she seemed to tower over him from the added height her ass gave her when sat down. She picked up her sandae, which had mostly melted at this point, and handed it to him. “What am I doing with this?” he asked, with a blank expression. She smiled, tipped her head back, opened her mouth and pointed towards it. He was taken aback, but enthusiastically complied. As he tipped the dish into her mouth, he could see the liquid ice cream and streaks of chocolate syrup dropping in and straight down her throat. Once it was all gone, she licked her lips, thanked him and leaned in for a kiss, James’ lips quickly meeting her own. Her big, thick lips felt comforting to kiss, and the trace of sugar he could taste was a sexy reminder of her appetite. They parted and he returned to his side of the booth. She finished her ice cream float, letting out a few burps and rubbing her belly as she did so. “See this is how big I wish it was” she said, looking down at her bulging belly. James was in awe of how pregnant she looked, she really did have a food baby. “I’d be privileged if I could help you achieve that goal” he offered. “Are you asking me out on a second date?” Lauren replied, followed by a giggle that showed off her double chin. James nodded and she gladly accepted his offer. They paid the bill and left. “I’d invite you round to my place to continue the evening, but I’m up early tomorrow” she said. He was in the same position, so they agreed to part ways for the evening. She looked even more radiant now she’d stuffed herself full of food, the only word that sprung to his mind when admiring her body was “voluptuous.” They kissed again and he watched her walk off in the opposite direction, his gaze transfixed on her huge ass, bouncing with every step. His phone flashed. “I know you’re looking at it ;)”

A bit of a noticeable belly