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I tried to stuff myself til I popped. Forcing in calorie after calorie in this video. If you haven't checked it out on Curvage Clips....maybe you might like it? Or maybe you'll like the photoset I made right after the stuffing ? Look how stuffed I was...

Let me be clear : Instagram's supervisory team tolerates since many years many sort of blatanly discriminatory-biased, of underage girls posting random selfies brushing against the limits of law, cyberbullying, sexually-explicist posts, AllLivesMatters's not-so-much-subtle-form-of-negrophobia bigotic reacts and even crualties against animals but banned meanwhile that British glamour model Lucy Collett a.k.a. Lucy Vixen just for have exhibited many times these last months pictures and videos of her body like she most did since the very starting of her modeling carrier, but with for only difference she's now markedly obese? So what's the point, Instagram : you tolerate even encourage from the beginning nigh nay fully-naked "Instagram chicks" cult under your thumb as much these same "chicks" didn't done by getting sizably fuller? Sounds like both Sizeism & Fatphobia are a norm among some social networks, people.

Boy, there sure are a lot of magic bakeries in weight gain fiction. Here's my contribution to the peculiar sub-genre. Jae had finished shopping for the day, and her hands were full as she made her way back to the car. Nearing the mall’s revolving doors, she passed a bakery. She’d walked by the same bakery dozens of times before, but something about the spicy-sweet scent wafting out brought her to a stop today. Setting down her bags, Jae looked into the window. The display made her mouth water. Pyramids of strawberry tarts, stacks of bars and brownies, cookies the size of dinner plates; everything looked so delicious and substantial. Jae scolded herself. Her appetite wasn’t usually so easily aroused - she prided herself on self-discipline. The figure reflected in the window testified to that, the result of years of dedication to the gym and sensible portions. She was short and compact, muscled but not too muscled. Jae had a body that even her friends, all 20-something gym rats themselves, looked on with jealousy. And it wasn’t just her body that they envied. Her face was pretty, too. Blonde hair bounced on her forehead, covering one side of her face (a new look she wasn’t sure she liked yet). Green eyes glimmered above high, chiseled cheekbones, and soft, pink lips. Normally, she would have picked up her bags and walked away. But something about this place called to her. Just one little treat wouldn’t hurt. When was the last time she even set foot in a bakery? The bell rang as she stepped inside. A middle-aged woman stood behind the register, surrounded by cakes and pies. Her apron was black with “Treats Bakery” printed on the chest in flowery purple script. It must have been an XL at least; maybe XXL, given the substantial frame it was containing. The baker smiled and spread her arms wide in a gesture of welcome. “Thanks for stopping in, dear. What can I get you?” “It all just looks so good. I don’t know…” “You don’t look like the type who does a lot of indulging, so if you want a recommendation from an old pro… I just finished filling these cannoli.” The woman pointed to a stack of Italian pastries, dusted with powdered sugar. “Sold. I’ll take one.” “Just one?” The woman looked a bit hurt. Jae was a very kind woman, sometimes to a fault, and felt a familiar people-pleasing urge well up in her. “Two,” she said, tentatively, hoping the upgrade would please the baker. “That’s a bit more like it! But we have a buy 3, get one free deal. That way it’s a third of a dozen. Easier for inventory, you know?” Jae nodded, even though it didn’t make any sense. She wasn’t a bakery regular, though - maybe pastries were usually sold in third-dozen increments?. She paid and took a seat with her little box of cannoli. The woman had tied it all up with a purple bow, which contrasted beautifully against the black box. It was almost a shame to open it up, but she did anyway. And then she took a big bite of the first cannoli. Cream and sweetness filled her mouth. “Ohmygod,” she said. “So good.” The woman behind the counter smiled, hands on her hips. “I knew you’d like it. It’s one of our specialties here, and nothing beats fresh.” Jae barely registered the baker’s words. She was too busy moaning, far louder than was proper. It was so good. Sweet and creamy and thick and rich. Before she knew it, the first two were gone. Savouring the third cannoli, she leaned back in the steel chair. She stretched her legs and curled her toes. Barely this side of orgasm, Jae rode on waves of sweetness. She closed her eyes. ***** “Jae, come mind the register while I finish up frosting this batch of peanut butter cupcakes.” Jae looked around vaguely, but there was nobody else in the store. The woman behind the register was talking to her. Her mind clouded. Hadn’t she been… Shopping? Where were her bags? And she’d come in to have a snack… the cannoli in the pretty box! But the box too was missing. She shook her head, hoping to clear the odd fogginess. Why did she have an apron on? “Sure, I’ll be right there, Betty.” Somehow, Jae knew the heavy middle-aged woman’s name. Standing up and stepping around the counter seemed different. Her chubby belly jiggled slightly, pooching just a bit over her belt. Her quick step and long strides seemed to have slowed. Had she gained weight recently? She hiccuped and tasted cinnamon. Memories of nibbling her way through a plate of slightly-burned baklava during a slow morning floated through her mind. Her fingers were still sticky with honey. Without thinking, she moved to lick them. “Jae! Don’t do that, dear!” Betty’s voice was stern but not angry. She was staring at Jae, head cocked. “I swear, sweetie, sometimes I just don’t know where your mind is. We can’t have you slobbering all over your hands while you’re on the clock.” Her face softened into a motherly smile. “You must be hungry. Have some of these almond biscotti - I made a full batch this morning, and they aren't selling. Just don’t let any customers see you snacking, and for goodness sake, keep your hands clean.” Jae stood behind the counter, her mind like molasses. She wasn’t alarmed; in spite of the confusion, she felt safe in here. Hazy memories of afternoons working behind the counter with Betty started to coalesce. Slow evenings spent eating overstock and flawed product. She reached out and took a biscotti. Not surprisingly, it was phenomenal. Everything at Treats always was. With her other hand, she grabbed a second one, stuffing it in as soon as she’d finished the first. The register, the counter, the rotating pie display all faded away. It was just her and the crunchy, vaguely chocolatey flavour of the biscotti. She closed her eyes. ***** “Excuse me?” A customer stood in front of her. A fat man, maybe ten years her senior, dressed in a grey suit. “Are you alright? You seemed to be drifting there. I didn’t want to startle you.” “Oh. Uh, no, sure, I mean… yeah. You didn’t!” When had he come in? Jae forced a broad smile, showing off her white teeth and double chin, while she reached to hide her plate of biscotti under the counter. Except they were already gone. Not just the treats themselves, but the plate as well. Again, everything seemed slightly fractured. “I’ll have my usual. And… how about a hot chocolate” “Of course,” Jae said, and, without thinking, turned to the wall of treats behind her. She filled a pastry box with maple glazed donuts, operating with the speed and expertise of someone who had done this hundreds of times before. Moving towards the hot chocolate machine, she felt her body wobble. She caught a glimpse of herself in the shiny plastic of the machine. Something was off about it, but she wasn’t sure what. It was the same blonde hair and green eyes, the same chubby pink cheeks, the same double chin, that she saw in the mirror every morning. Moments ago (had it been moments ago?) eating the biscotti, she’d felt chubby, but this was well beyond that. She handed the man his donuts and hot chocolate. He paid and thanked her, then left. Alone, Jae stood by the register and tried to clear her head. “Betty?” She called into the back room, “I’m going to take fifteen, okay?” She walked slowly towards the employee washroom in back. Nearly every part of her jiggled. Her thighs, separated only by tight black cotton slacks, rubbed. The feeling of her large ass cheeks rising and falling with each step reverberated through her entire lower body. Jae couldn’t shake the sense that this was unusual. Her ass was firm from years of pumping weights and jogging on treadmills… No, that wasn’t right. She spent her free time lounging on the couch, and she hadn’t been to a gym in years. Why had she even thought that? Fitness had never been a priority for her, and she’d been fat since her big growth spurt as a teenager. From then, she’d only gotten heavier and heavier, right up until today. Unprompted, an image surfaced - getting ready for work this morning, wearing only a tight bra and too-small pink panties, she’d weighed herself. 295 pounds. Up a few pounds in the last month - she’d need a new wardrobe soon. Jae splashed some water on her plump cheeks and rubbed her eyes for a minute. Her mind was clearing up. She’d binged on leftover pies last night, and hadn’t gotten to bed until well after 1:00am. That was probably why she was so groggy today. After reapplying her light makeup, Jae returned to the counter. Standing behind the register, she sniffed the air delicately. It always smelled so good at work. Her substantial gut rumbled expectantly. She thought of the fat man, who was probably digging into his box of maple donuts by now. Her stomach rumbled jealously. . As if on cue, Betty popped out of the back room. “Oh dear. These didn’t come out right at all. Too much icing.” SHe placed the entire tray next to Jae, and Jae dug in without asking. Brownies, nearly black with dark chocolate. True to Betty’s word, they were more icing than brownie. They stuck to Jae’s tongue and the roof of her mouth, almost too sweet. Jae giggled to herself - as if “too sweet” was even a thing. One after another, the brownies made their way into her mouth, until she was nearly drowning in an ocean of sugar. Jae sighed contentedly. Luckily, Betty had already made her way back to the ovens. Her boss probably wouldn’t look kindly on that sort of deep purring from behind the register. Jae stuffed another in, moaned, and closed her eyes. ***** In front of her stood a bald man in a wool sweater. “Could I get a dozen apple fritters? The wife loves them.” “Oh. I… Didn’t see you come in. Of course!” Box in hand, she turned towards the back display, and promptly drove her thigh into a heavy wooden chair. She squeaked in pain and surprise. Since when did they have a wooden chair behind the register? As soon as she asked herself the question, the answer was obvious - since she got too fat for the old metal one. Jae awkwardly sidestepped the unexpected chair, noticing that her thighs never fully separated, even as she spread them to move laterally. The whole area behind the counter seemed different - roomier. Of course it did. She remembered the renovations, a grim week when she had no work to come into, and therefore no surplus bakery snacks to eat. Even though Betty had generously paid her for that week off, Jae had still massively overspent trying to satisfy her sugar addiction. She’d never realized how expensive pastry was until she was actually forced to buy it. “Uh, are you out of fritters? If you are, I could get something else…” The man seemed a bit concerned by Jae’s collision with the chair and subsequent lapse into silence while staring at the shelves. “No, sorry, was just… Having trouble seeing them.” Jae’s voice sounded lower and more resonant than she remembered. She looked downward, past her heavy breasts and even heavier stomach. The apple fritters were a low turnover item, so they were placed on the very bottom of the display. That meant she would have to bend over. Jae bent at the knees and moved to squat, but she wasn’t strong enough. So she bent at the waist, her enormous ass raised in the air. She felt a gust of cool air flow up her dress, rapidly cooling the hot area of flabby insulation that lay around her thighs and stomach. Thankfully she’d worn a stretchy dress that morning. She could recall recently ripping a pair of pants down the length of her ass crack when reaching for some cherry danishes. Bent over like this, she could barely breathe. Her ponderous triple belly piled up on itself, and, with nowhere to go, the fat pushed against her lungs. Eager to enjoy oxygen again, she hurriedly packed a dozen fritters into the box. With great relief, Jae straightened up, yanked the front of her dress out from the overhang of her gut, and waddled slowly back to the register, wheezing from the effort. The man frowned as she cheerfully handed him the box. She couldn’t be more than 25, and she had barely been able to walk ten steps. Hopefully this wasn’t an indication of what the treats might do to his wife. He dropped a five into the tip jar, hoping she would use it on a gym membership. Oblivious to the man’s concern, Jae plopped her enormous ass onto the sturdy chair that sat behind the register. Jae knew she couldn’t stand for long - not without becoming uncomfortable. Even just filling that order had left her blonde bangs sticking to a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. The last hundred pounds had come with some mobility impediments. Her thighs could barely fit past each other, especially since each had developed a little inner roll at the very top. Each step required those same overstuffed and undermuslced thigh to push hanging belly apron out of the way. A lifetime of lazy indulgence had left Jae a bulging monument to obesity who struggled to walk. Somewhere underneath, her engorged pussy lay buried in its own mound of fat. It tingled slightly at these thoughts. Momentarily, she felt alarm; why was she getting aroused at work? Then, it came to her - Somewhere around age 23 and pound 400, she’d tangled sex and indulgence together. It was all just sweetness. Images floated across her field of vision of herself and her boyfriend, wrapped around each other in flagrante, massive bellies slapping against each other as they struggled against their weight to bring each other to completion. Before she could get too far lost in her fantasy, Betty stepped out from the back, wiping her hands on her apron. “You look a little flushed, dear. Are you feeling alright?” “Absolutely,” Jae said, reaching for a cinnamon bun. “Never felt better.” Betty shrugged and returned to the kitchen. Jae took a huge bite and closed her eyes. *****

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Audrey begins walking towards me after finishing yet another work out. I can't help but admire her gorgeousness. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, hips to drive anyone mad, perfectly perfect B cup breast, all why having wide hips. Now she is beyond fit, was board abs and capable of doing any work out imaginable. "Phew another work out done, that was a good one and I'm back 122 pounds after my little vacation. It was so weird not to work out." She fills me in on her little trip saying how she broke her diet and crept up to 125. For a fitters nut like her that was surprising. "Well you look as good as ever. This last week was not as fun without having you to talk to during my shift." We say our good byes and I wait to see her again the next day. "Oh hey again, back as always" I say to Audrey with a smile. "You know I come 6 days a week, I love it here" She bigins stretching and warming up for her work out. I sneak a few looks at her fantastic toned butt and shapely legs. A half hour later or so and I hear a loud crashing of the weights. Turns out it was Audrey. I rush over the squat rack to find her grimicing in pain. She blew out her knee under the pressure of the weight. I immediately call an ambulance to have her knee taken care of. She text me the next day telling me she is ok but does have a torn ACL and will require surgery. It's obvious she will miss time at the gym. I wish her well on her surgery and ask we stay in touch until she is back. She tells me of course we will stay in touch sbd that she we see me in two months when her knee is healed. A week after the accident her and I are texting. *the following lines will be an exchange of text* "Hey how are you feeling? How did the surgery go?" "I'm doing pretty good everything considered, I'm enjoying this prescribed relaxation lol and the surgery went as good as it could" "Well I'm glad to hear that ? What are you doing in place of the gym?" " I have not figured that out yet haha but right now I'm eating cake which taste amazing ? I forgot how good this stuff is" "I'm surprised you're eating cake lol you bring such a fitness nut and all" "yeah I know lol but I figure I'll enjoy the things I've been depriving myself of. I'll be able to get back in shape once I'm back" "I'm sure you will ?" We say our good nights and things continue pretty much the same. We text fairly often and when I ask what she is doing she tells me she is eating more times than not. I notice this pattern continues for the next 2 months and as the time passes she seems to be eating more often. The time finally comes sbd she tells me she will be back at the gym tomorrow. She walks in wearing a sweater and swear points. "Hey I'm finally back, it feels so good but a littke strange" I can sense a bit of nervousness coming from her. "Why does it feel strange?" "It's just been a little while as you know and I know I'm not in the same shape I was 2 months ago. I didn't think I would begin to like food as much I do now." "I'm sure you're still in pretty good shape and I doubt you like food that much!" She takes off her jacket and I find myself a bit shocked but thinking about it with as much as she told me she was eating I should not have been surprised. I look her over and the changes are obvious. She has developed a soft tummy and small love handles and all the muscle she had is now gone. "See I told you I wasn't in good shape anymore. I just didn't want to stop eating well my knee was out of commission." "It's not that bad, you gained a little weight but you can get back to where you were" "I think it's more than a little weight. I'm about to go check the scale. I'll let you know the damage. She walks off to the scale and all I notice is how much wider her butt and hips are. "Ok so it bad. I'm at 152 now! That's over 25 pounds heavier than I was." "Could have been worse and for the record you still look really good" She walks off to begin her first work out with her extra work. I sit back and watch her struggle with all the things she use to do with ease. Where she use to easily do 100 sit ups, she barely got 15 now. It was like this with everything. She finishes her work out sweating much more than normal. She tells me good bye. Later that not she sends me a text: "omg this is gonna be so hard to loose the weight I gained! On my way home all I could think about was doughnuts so I stopped and got a dozen and I've already had 3 ?" "aw lol well there goes your work out ? Guess you really do like your food now" " I know lol it's bad ? I told you I did! It just taste so good now and even better because I was starving after that work out" "well if it makes you happy the eat what you want ?" "yeah maybe you're right but I need to find a balance. I want to get back in shape and hear i saying that as I eat my fourth doughnut of the night ?" " yeah slow down girl ?" " I deserve this lol I just worked out haha" The conversation dies down and we fall asleep. She continues to come to the gym and our nightly text conversation continue with her always telling me about what she ate. She continues eating things like doughnuts nightly. Its been about two weeks since she returned to working out and I can tell her works outs are getting easier but I know she has continued eating quite a lot through out the day. She walks up to me and begins talking about her excercises. "At least I'm not sweating as bad as two weeks ago but I should check my weight. I'm guesing it's the same since I have been eating so much" "well I think you slightly more toned." And it was true some of her muscle was returning. She walks off to the scale and once again I watch her walk away with her hips swaying back and fourth. "Well I gained 5 pounds but considering I eat doughnuts nightly that's not very bad right?!" "No that's not bad at least your exercising!" That night I lay there thinking to myself how good she still looks despite gaining weight. Most the weight had been going to her ass and hips. She was beginning to get an Olivia Jeneson feel to her. I decided that night that I should ask her out to dinner. I fall asleep nervous and excited for what the next day may hold. "Hey Audrey" I say this to her as she is leaving the gym. "Yeah?" "So I was wondering something" "what's that Hun?" "Well I was thinking it might be fun to get dinner together some time?" "Yeah! That would be fun. Can we go some where Italian?" "Of course we can! I'm glad you want to go" "i look forward to it." We agree to go to dinner that weekend at an Italian place. "Oh I love this place! Haven't been in such a long time. It use to be your a treated myself when I still had a diet. The portions were so big!" I can see the excitement in her eyes. "Well I figured we might as well go to the best tasting place. I actually haven't been but I've heard so many good things about it and yeah I hear the portions we're out of control!" "Yeah! It's amazing and the portions are crazy. The other times I've been here I could barely eat a quarter of the plate." The waiter comes by and we order our food. She orders chicken Alfredo and I order a calzone. We sit there talking and waiting on our food. As we waited I watched her 4 bread sticks with out her realizing how many she ate. Our food finally comes and we begin to eat. And wow everything taste amazing. I can see the pure joy in her face as she eats her Alfredo. I get through almost half before I call it quits. She eats the eats the whole thing! "Wow I can't believe I just ate all that. God I'm a fatass! It was so good though so I think it was worth it." The waiter comes by and ask about desert before I can respond to her. She bluntly blurps out "yes! Chocolate cake please" "Oh my god why did I just do that? I'm so full but ugh I just can't turn down food anymore." I respond with "well in sure it'll be good and we can share what we can" the cake comes and I ask the waiter for a box. I eat two bites and she eats the rest until there is half left. Keep in mind this cake just like the entrees are meant for 2 to 4 people. We get a box for the cake to take home and she ask if she can have my box too. Let me know if want me to continue or have any feed back. This was my first attempt at a story

Hi all, it's on again. New kik group Cheers MrDave

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BBW island, a brief introduction Hey, This is my first go at this. It’s a series of short stories that are all set on an island after a plane crash lands. The plane was heading from London to LA and was carrying the contestants of a BBW beauty pageant and their significant others and fans and a few members of staff. . . The main characters are a young married couple. The wife has known that the husband was into Feederism for quite some time and after an accidental gain of a few lbs and seeing her husbands reaction she decided to become a feedee for a short time. She took a plus size modelling contract in London and it was through her modelling agency that she was sponsored to enter a light weight category of the beauty pageant. She has got really into Feederism and enjoys the whole experience but for the last couple of months she has tried to maintain her weight and not gain any more. You will meet other characters in the stories but for now that’s all you need to know. ;-) BBW island part 3, chapter 1 (Leila) Niall Warner was sat two rows behind Nicola and Mark. Accompanying his bbw model and former escort girlfriend Leila. Niall was an wealthy property developer from London and a celeb within the BBW community. He had brought a BBW night twice a month to his nightclub in Soho, and was very honest about preferring bigger women. His relationship with Leila was at this time less well documented. She was naturally gorgeous and despite this had had a huge amount of plastic surgery. Most notably 3 Brazilian butt lifts. Niall had been a former client of hers and had fallen in love. Neither one of the couple really knew wether he had fallen in love with her or her body but both were having a lot of fun in the relationship and weren’t questioning things. When they met Leila was 247lbs and had had just 2 of her surgeries. Her first butt lift and breast implants. She was tall at 5ft 10 and carried her weight evenly before her operation. With it she transferred 20lbs of fat from her belly to her already plump booty, she had since gained 20lbs and more back to her belly. She immediately left her job as a bar lady at Niall’s club and looked for work as a model. Things did not go as she had hoped, she made less money as a model then she had as a bar lady. She mostly had work promoting night clubs and cheap lingerie. The feedback was always the same, she was very pretty but was too lightweight for BBW modelling and far too fat for non BBW modelling. Her booty was her best feature but with B cup boobs not many photographers were interested in shooting her from the front. She had always had a BBW bimbo body type in her mind, she’d loved the look of fake boobs, big lips and big butts from young age and had that look as her goal. She had never wanted to be slim and although she hated having any belly fat she preferred the thicker thighs and ass that came with a few extra pounds. She’d been over the moon with the results of her butt lift but just 2 months on she was failing as a model and planning her next ‘upgrade’ but how to get the funds. She had cut herself off from her friends when she left the bar job. She didn’t want to admit that the dream life she left the job for wasn’t hers yet. She wasn’t active on any of her personal social media accounts and her business accounts looked like every other ‘model’s’ hundreds of similar pictures taken from behind of her enlarged ass and thick thighs, cellulite air brushed out. The occasional picture existed of her contorted in such a way to show her face in the same shot. There was no doubt she looked really good, but she wanted to look out of this world, like no other girl. She began to comfort eat, the belly that had been stripped of all its fat was coming back. The thighs thickened a little which she enjoyed but her belly really bugged her. She had it covered in every picture, airbrushed out when possible and covered with high waisted lingerie, shorts, or even a sports jumper tied across the waist. At her lowest ebb she turned to the only solution available. Escort agents specialising in BBW women were very popular in London at this time. She received messages almost everyday on her business Instagram account and premium snap chat all of them advertising £100k pa salaries. She finally, in her eyes caved. She began to search for the right company. Without knowing it she was reunited with Niall’s employment. He was a major shareholder in ‘Gloria’s BBW escorting’. A side venture that brought Niall very little profit but a lot of enjoyment. They had never met at this point and wouldn’t do for several months. He wasn’t always that hands on in the inner workings of his business ventures especially those that didn’t bring in huge amounts of cash. Leila thought she would hate the job. Although it wasn’t her dream job by any means, she did have a lot of good experiences and there was a certain element of it that she really enjoyed. Being the center of attention for that whole night, the object of desire, she felt in control, strangely in control. There was a calmness about the whole proceedings. She insisted on meeting in public and having a focal point to the date. She had to be wined and dined first. They would chat at length, and she never felt she had to go beyond that point if she didn’t want to. She wore a corset full time, for all her escort work and for what modelling work she managed to get on the side, providing the job permitted. She was eating out with clients 5 times a week and was continuing to gain as she did when she was comfort eating. Her thighs now matched her surgically enhanced booty although more and more cellulite was needed to be photoshopped out of her pictures. She didn’t care. In a corset and a thong she looked great she thought. She was eating nice food, meeting a lot of cool people and most importantly getting paid. Within a year she had saved enough money for both breast implants and a second butt lift. She wanted to go as big as possible in both areas and get rid of her now quite prominent party belly. She attended an appointment in a London clinic but was disappointed that they wouldn’t do the operations. “The biggest that any UK company that I know of will go for your first operation is 500ccs and no one here will transfer 20lbs of fat a second time in a butt lift” the doctor told her. She began to look abroad. She was eventually put in touch with Dr Periea through Mia, an enhanced Brazilian model that Leila chatted to online. Through broken english Mia disclosed a lift of her surgeries, what she paid and the doctor’s number. She rang him right away. He spoke perfect English, explained the whole procedure and booked her in. Leila was going to Brazil, and coming back with a whole new look. She was so excited. She made the arrangements and booked a 3 week trip to Brazil. She didn’t want to waste anytime. The consultation was booked for the first day, just 2 hours after she landed. She would follow it with back to back operations, 2 weeks of after care and a week of showing off her body on the beach. When she met Dr Periea he was the same friendly informative man that she’d spoke to on the phone. She explained her dream to him. Painting the picture of a BBW bimbo. Dr Periea nodded along like this was a regular request. Leila was the first women who had ever wanted to go this big with his surgery and he was excited. At the end of the consultation he priced it all up. £58,000 in British money, it was nearly double Leila’s budget. Leila told him she couldn’t the procedures, her excitement turned to disappointment. Dr Periea thought long and hard. If we do it off the books, out of hours and skimp on some of the aftercare I could do it for £45,000. Leila still couldn’t afford it. “What about one procedure but I agree to get the second one done in a few months?” Leila counter offered. Dr Periea nodded. “Where do we start? Breasts or butt?” He propositioned. BBW island Part 4 chapter 2 (Leila and the Churros) She decided to sleep on the issue. Did she want the enormous fake boobs that would undoubtedly kick start her failing career as a model or did she want to rid herself of her ever growing gut and have all the fat poured into her ass. It was a tough decision. Her mind was racing as she left the surgery. It was 11AM and 34degrees centigrade. She felt overdressed in her dark green maxi dress and sandals. The surgery was down an alleyway just one road from the beach. She decided to cut through into the beach and walk that way back to the hotel. As she hit the beach she began to feel more and more overdressed. Men in shorts or Speedos peacocking with muscles half flexed and nearly every girl in a thong bikini. As she gazed around at dozens of bubble butts in the skimpiest of swim wear she wondered how many had had surgery. In London she often had the biggest booty wherever she was, here she felt average. She had almost decided that she needed to go bigger when she got to the hotel. ‘I’ll take the butt lift I think’ she thought to herself as she smoothed her dress over her plump behind in the elevator. She let her hands travel up her hips and onto her A cup chest, she squeezed her puffy little boobs together to create a tiny amount of cleavage, “you’ll have to wait” she spoke allowed. She had packed one bikini, it was from a photoshoot advertising a strip night at a night club in Birmingham. She never intended to wear it again, but the excitement for her holiday ahead and a confidence inherited from all the ladies she’d just witness gave her what she needed to delve into her back and find the outfit. She unzipped her dress and slid out in front of a full length mirror her belly sat over her waistband and she sucked it in as soon as she saw it. She’d eaten chocolate and sweets all the way in the aeroplane. Figuring and fat gained now would be transferred to her booty anyway. That was several hours ago now, her belly was empty and easy to suck in. Her stomach gurgled, she felt the hunger pains now as if aggravated by her trying to hide it. She threw the AA bright yellow boob tube over her head and wiggled her flabby arms through the Lycra. She stretched it over her chubby chest and let it hug her tight. Her puffy nipples stretched the material just a little, it was one size too small now. She bent over towards the mirror pinned in against the coffee table looking straight down the line of her torso at were she wished her cleavage was. She pulled her panties over her big butt and looked down, bent at 90degrees from the waist her pump belly completely covered her naked pussy, there was no sucking it in. She felt fat and in this moment she felt disgusting. She stepped one foot after another into her matching yellow thong, the Lycra gripping on to her thighs as the passed, coming to a complete halt jammed against the dimpled fat of her ass. She wiggled and fought with it. Exposing her freshly shaven pussy lips to the mirror as she leaned back. The material made it over the widest part of her enlarged ass and came to rest deep in her muffin top. Her belly sat a little above her pussy now. Standing tall in front of the mirror her waist band was hidden but below a yellow triangle of Lycra barely hid the outline of her lips. Leila looked quite good she thought. Could she really leave the apartment like this? She could maybe tie a towel Around her belly she thought ‘but then it would cover my booty too’. She’d had the same convo with every photographer for 6months. How do I show off my booty best without the world seeing my fat belly. She needed the confidence that alcohol gave her. When she was out for dinner with clients it was always the same. One large glass of wine with dinner and one large glass of wine with desert. At that point with a sugar high from the desert she’d consumed and the confidence that came with being tipsy she was ready for anything. She attacked the mini bar. She found a bottle of wine wine, screwed off the cap and drank half the bottle in one go. She returned the cap and replaced the bottle in the mini bar. As she touched up her make up she felt the wine hit. “Let’s go” she virtually screamed out loud. She grabbed her bag in one clean swoop and flew from the room. She dived into the lift without anyone seeing her. She was on the 4th floor and needed to evade 3 floors as she descended to the ground floor and out onto the safety of the beach. 4 to 3, 3 to 2, then 1…. the lift came to a stop. In stepped a grey haired gentleman in his early 50s with the body of a 25yo, thin grey chest hair covering a male model’s physique. He was holding hands with a young lady less than half his age. Leila folded her hands over her belly and backed her ass into the back of the lift with a soft bump. The girl was stunning. She possessed the type of body that Leila would have died for. Her breast implants must be in excess of 2000ccs she thought, the reef of flowers below a mutilated belly button and above a light pink micro bikini no doubt concealing a tummy tuck. Her thighs were far thicker than Leila’s rubbing against each other as she took a confident step towards Leila. As she turned to face the front of the elevator Leila gasped out loud. Leila’s eyes followed the tiny band of pink string that transverse the girls narrow waist line and dived into what must be in excess of 65inches of over enlarged bronzed booty meat. The girl turned her head at the gasp and caught Leila looking. She looked to Leila’s flat chest, then her gut then smirked. The lift doors opened and Leila stood still, contemplating going back to the room. The girl’s gaze kept Leila’s preventing her from watching her perfect behind walk away. The doors began to close and Leila jutted out a hand stopping them. She regained a little confidence and existed the lift. Marching past a crowded reception not caring who was starring. Within a few meters she was on the beach and trying to lose herself in amongst the other Brazilian butt lifts. She stopped holding her belly in and let it wobble a little, safe in the knowledge no one was looking. Gripped with hunger she stopped in her tracks. Could she smell donuts? She looked around and saw an unmarked white van. The outline of a vest clad athletic looking man visible behind the van’s counter in front of a chrome machine. Donuts had played a big part in how quickly Leila had regained her belly weight and she knew it was her weakness. Despite this and the self loathing she had felt for how big she had let herself become she was drawn to the smell like a moth to a flame. She drew close her eyes catching those of the salesman. She looked away to the small sign next to the man……. ‘Churros!!!!’ She mouthed the word “Churros” and then “oh my god”. She’d forgotten they were even Brazilian. She’d eaten them in a world food market back in London. She’d been on a first date with her ex and had after trying one returned for more. Several minutes later the sugar rush flowing through her veins she was riding him in a public toilet. The memory was interrupted by the mans soft voice, perfect English projected though what was Leila thought a very sexy accent. “And how many can I get you?” He asked, “one please” her nervous reply. He laughed, “nobody has one” he looked down at her belly. She automatically folded her arms across it, then she realised it wasn’t the judgemental look she’d revived from the bimbo in the lift. This couldn’t be lust though. As he waited for her to reply she unfolded her arms and looked at the board, she had already memorised its content but wanted to allow him the freedom to look at her body without being caught. She quickly looked back and startled him, his eyes were buried in her gut, she know men well enough to see that he liked what he saw. Leila smiled at him giving the approval he needed to remove the guilt of being caught. “I’ll have 5” she said softly. “You can have 5, but you’ll be back for more” he threatened playfully. The creamy donut dough slid out of the machine and he laid them out next to each other on a white plastic board. Each one 7inches in length with a narrow girth. He dropped them into hot oil with a flick of his wrist, the oil adding calories to the delicious snack. Leila felt her pussy becoming wet, as if drooling at the thought of the feast, her mind taken back to her last encounter with Churros. The man had his broad muscular back turned to Leila, carefully wiping the remaining mixture from the tip of the nozzle. “How did you know I was English” she suddenly asked, her voice cracking the tense silence. “I didn’t know you were English but I could tell you weren’t Brazilian, you have such a pale complexion” Leila looked insulted. He added, “I prefer a pale complexion” she felt like she should be offended anyway, but she wasn’t. She watched him work he was still setting up and looked busy, Leila had been his first customer of the day. With another swish of his skilled had he fished all 5 Churros out of the oil and into a paper bag. Now much thicker and swollen, he penetrated each in turn with a second pump, the machine delivering a thick viscous milk chocolate into the center of each snack. The long thin treats transformed into thick filling rolls of batter and chocolate. Leila felt an electric static move through her body, she was more horny than she’d ever been. Watching this man work had got her so wound up. He insisted she try them in front of him. She raised the paper bag to her mouth, one Churros extended beyond the rest. She tested the temperature with her bottom lip then satisfied it had cooled enough she opened her lips wide and pushed 2/3rds of it deep into her mouth, withdrawing it a little seductively and let her teeth break the batter and the chocolate squirt onto her tongue and fill her mouth. She giggled as she chewed. “Yummy”. A figure cut in front of Leila and broke their gaze. The salesman took the order and turned his back. Leila walked a few steps to a bench and sat facing away from the Churros van towards the sea and greedily tucked into her loot. Now that she wasn’t being watched she ate quickly stuffing each mouthful in before she finished the last. Without knowing she had taken 2000kcal into her stomach and only half filled it. She sighed as the sugar hit her. She started at the remaining nub of batter and chocolate, her hands sticky and brown with yummy goo. She remembered his words. She stood up with the remains of the feast in her hand and turned back to the van. His business in full flow he had 3 customers waiting in front of him and a basket full of Churros bubbling away in the oil. The customers parted to let her make her second order of the day. She dropped the last morsel into her mouth and approached the counter a large dollop of chocolate flowed from the paper in her hand as she took it from her lips. It missed her top, and sailed down, caught above the sand by her protruding belly. She stood in front of her brand new crush, grubby hands and a swollen chocolate belly. “I’m back” she chirped flirtatiously through a smile. “5 more”. He smiled back “give me 2 minutes”. He hurriedly served his existing customers and they all vanished. He turned back to her and held out a paper towel, thrusting it toward her. Leila looked confused as she took it. He pointed at her flabby belly. As she looked down her heart sank, a huge splodge of chocolate stained her pale white overstuffed gut. She looked up as she wiped it wishing the ground would swallow her up. Again she caught a lustful stare, a stare normally reserved for her booty. Her confidence returned but before she could speak. “I’m Davide” “Leila” she replied as she stuck out a sticky hand. “My sister takes over at 2pm, would you like to take a walk on the beach with me then?”. She nodded enthusiastically then stopped herself “I’ll see you then Davide”. She took her second helping and left giving him the most perfect view of her fat ass as she walked away…. BBW island part 5, Chapter 3 (a very x-rated end to Leila’s introduction) Leila found a good spot halfway between the Churros stand and the sea and immediately buried her overfilled belly and underdeveloped chest into the soft warm sand. She arched her back a little to flaunt her creamy white lightly dimpled unnaturally round booty to anyone who cared to look. She held her phone in front of her and scrolled through social media searching for inspiration for her own holiday post. She had unknowingly consumed 4000kcal of fat and sugar and her body was in the process of storing it as body fat. She was high on sugar and felt a little groggy. The clock on her phone said 1pm, she set an alarm for 1:55pm and drifted into a sugar induced sleep. She had been laying in a slither of shade formed by the side of a lifeguard tower. Within minutes of her drifting off the shade had grown as the sun moved across the sky. She slept in relative darkness preserving her plump pale tanless body. Her alarm woke her on time and she rose with ease. The sugar high vanished and her belly a little less swollen. She felt enormously fat but far less groggy and excited to meet with Davide. She walked slowly but with purpose knowing she had 5minutes to complete a 1 minute journey. Davide was stood at the front of the van speaking to a short round figure. As Leila draw closer she was able to explore the figure with her eyes. The round heavily tanned body belonged to a girl in her late teens. She had thick thighs, wide hips but a modest protrusion from her butt, clad in tight shorts not by intention but severely outgrown. The waistband was not even nearly visible, the most enormous belly hung over it. The belly broke the thin material of her vest top 4 inches above her waist line and forced it’s golden brown swollen bulk out of the vest prematurely, and engulfed the first 2 inches of her neon pink shorts. Leila thought her pregnant for a moment until she transferred her weight from one leg to the other as she spoke to Davide, the movement sent a cascade through her torso, a blubbery wave followed. Satisfied that Leila was suitably grossed out by the enormous mess of a belly she had been staring at for far longer than she should Leila moved her eyes past the Chubby poorly endowed chest and caught the girl’s facial features. She was gorgeous, such a pretty thing Leila thought. What a shame she had let herself swell to this size. She must be Davide’s best customer. She remembered how Davide had looked at her own belly when they had met earlier, as strange as it seemed maybe this was what he enjoyed in a woman. Maybe Davide had got his timings wrong and had allowed her to bump into his girlfriend by mistake. She briefly thought about turning round and taking her fat ass back to the sea front, but instead she sped up. She stopped a few meters away from the pair and waited her turn. Davide acknowledged her presence shamelessly. Leila relaxed, he wasn’t trying to deceive anyone. The girl gave her a small smile but even this small offering lit up her gorgeous features superbly. She had long dark brown hair and wide eyes, a hint of eyeshadow and tinted blusher softening her golden brown complexion, thin dark eyebrows framing her face, whenever she glanced at the sand beneath her chubby toes a double chin broke her jawline, the rest of the time she was a perfect beauty Leila thought. “Hey Leila” Davide shouted, “come and meet my sister, Maria” the relief was plainly visible and noted by both Brazilians. Leila put her hand out, the girl swerved it and gave Leila a huge hug. Their Bellies met long before the girl’s arms had wrapped around Leila’s back. Leila allowed herself to be lost in the corpulent mass. “Pleased to meet you” the girl said in friendly but carefully thought out English. Davide spoke to her in Portuguese and the girl disappeared into the van with a wave and a bouncy trot, seemingly unembarrassed by how much her torso wobbled as she moved. “Where would you like to go?” Davide asked. Never one for sightseeing Leila paused for a minute. Leila never liked to beat around the bush and her directness often got her in trouble but it was a policy she seldom broke. “Back to mine” she proposed “I have a mini bar”. Davide nodded excitedly, the forward invitation took him off guard. Without thinking her stole his hand into hers and turned her to the direction she had come from when he had first laid eyes on her. His sister smiled at the pair from across the counter as she began to deal her first Churros of the day to the queue in front of her. Leila hadn’t been on a date outside of her escort work for over a year. After letting so many men frequent her body for a living she rarely lusted for it outside of work. She had always been a difficult girl to satisfy. The thrill of the chase aroused her immensely. She enjoyed being the focus of a mans attention, she liked to be lusted over, she loved having a mans hands all over her modified body, but when it came time to thrust inside her almost every man had let her down. This excluded her first. She was young when she had had sex for the first time and her much older boyfriend had stretched her painfully as he had broken her in. The kiss of pain and pleasure had triggered a lifelong obsession with being stretched open, over filled and left gaping and broken. She had been the only one to make herself cum ever since that first sexual relationship. She owned the biggest dildos on the market and had masterbated all too regularly for many years. She loved being lusted over but she banked those feelings and gave herself the pleasure she needed in the privacy of her own bedroom, bathroom, public restroom, or even a taxi one or two times. It was an addiction that had all but ruined her dating life. Yet for some reason she craved sex now more than she ever had. She stood very close to Davide her fleshy hip against his starting at their body’s in the elevator mirror. Her stomach perpetually sucked in giving her an extra inch of height with it. She thought they made a good couple. Her eyes spending little time focusing on Davide, choosing to bounce off 2 mirrors and focus on her own butt in the self obsessed way she existed. Davide’s gaze did the same thing but having surveyed her bubble butt thoroughly for the second time that day he let his eyes rest on her gut. She was sucking it in he thought to himself. She had looked much fatter earlier. She flung open the mini bar and let Davide take a look as she laid back on the bed. Davide immediately grabbed the huge bottle of Yop. A calorific yoghurt drink that he knew went really well with rum. He opened the lid and poured in 50cl of rum. He swilled it slowly and passed it to Leila, opting for a beer himself. She looked surprised that he had chosen her drink for her but she enjoyed the control her exerted over her. Milkshakes were the second biggest reason she struggled with her weight after donuts, ‘he knows my weaknesses’ she mused to herself. Leila desired the alcohol in her system and didn’t wish to delay the consumption and extend the small talk. She tipped her head back and drank huge gulps at a time. Davide matched her pace with his beer. Within a few minutes they had both finished. Leila dropped the empty vessel in the bin having deposited the calories in her overfed stomach. She felt tipsy and full and not for the first time today. She ripped her outgrown AA cup top over her head exposing her plump fatty boobs, her puffy nipples and with it removing any doubt in Davide’s mind that he would get to fuck the drunk bimbofied tourist today. He leaped to attention and grabbed her in his arms. Leila thought that she would allow him to explore her body however he liked but she needed to cum. She would make him watch her fist herself she decided, surely he would enjoy that. After she came he could do as he wished with her, why would she care. But as he squeeze his hands into her fatty butt she felt the outline of an enormous cock forced down his right hand side perhaps breaking the line of his left leg. Surely he could be this big though. Leila changed tactics, she took control and raced to find out if it was true. Her pussy drenched itself in anticipation, she undid his trousers as he removed his shirt. She unveiled 12 inches of meat only semi erect, the girth of his beer bottle. Leila couldn’t believe her eyes. She had to see him erect. She swallowed his cock in one. The tip almost meeting her stomach and the creamy contents that was being turned into fat. No one had ever treated it this way. He was often turned down for being to big and those that tried to suck or fuck often failed. As soon as the erection filled her throat Leila slid her lips off his cock and rocked back to sit on her heels kneeling on the floor her belly sat on the sprawled flab of her thighs admiring her view. She rolled over, got into all 4s on the bed and after dragging her thong over the meat of her ass offered her pussy to him. He entered her much more cautiously than he needed to. With little resistance he realised he could go deeper and deeper. He stretched her open as he entered. He forced the inside of vagina up against the wall of her stomach and that up again her abdominal muscles from inside. The muscles strained and bulged into the flabby fat that covered them. Leila let her huge gut hang, never had she felt so full. Davide pushes all the way inside, a brand new concept for him. His thighs kissed Leila’s butt with each thrust, he had always had to stop a few inches short. It was a fantastic way to make the acquaintance of such a large amount of sculpted booty fat. He went faster and faster. Pleasure turned to pain and back again for Leila. Davide’s hands spent just moments on her ass then he delved them into her gut. He felt through the soft doughy fat and found the outside his cock was making through the distended stomach wall. This drove both of them to ecstasy. Leila came first, very hard, lubricating herself for him to finally break her, too exhausted to fight he did the damage as he too came hard. Filling her with seamen than falling exhausted onto the flabby crash mat her body had made for him. Leila thought about this moment every day, every time Niall fucked her and every time she masterbated in front of him

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“Honey, do these pants make me look fat?” Beth gave her boyfriend a twirl as she showed off a pair of cute purple leggings. “No.” Ryan said with a smile, though he felt like he’d said it a million times. His girlfriend was the epitome of slenderness as always – tight and skinny in the middle, with limbs made sinewy from long hours swinging kettlebells in the gym. Beth pouted. “Really - you’re in perfect shape.” he insisted. They’d been together for three years, and rather than getting comfortable, if anything Beth had only gotten thinner. She’d never been remotely big, even when they’d met, but it seemed each weekend when they spent their nights together in Ryan’s apartment he’d have a little less of her to cuddle up with. He hated waking up at seven in the morning, rolling over in bed to find his girlfriend no longer there – that she’d gone off for a swim or a five-mile run, and would have gone back to her place after. He hated watching her pore miserably over salads when they went for meals out, then skipping dessert no matter what the occasion. Sure, she looked fantastic. But it seemed no amount of complimenting would ever make her feel that way. Ryan desperately wanted her to be happy. But how could she be, listening to the niggling voice in her head that told her joy and contentment always lay in the next size down? That was why he put his plan into action. Seeing Beth happy on the inside was the most important thing. So that when he told her he loved her, she would finally believe him. His planning was meticulous. He purchased a paper shredder, a set of little magnets and a bigger refrigerator, set up a standing order with a grocery and made contact with a friend of a friend from college, a pharmacist going by the name of Dr. Pihl (for ‘trademark purposes’, he’d said in a rush). His bank balance was going to suffer, but Ryan knew in time, it would be worth it. It all began with one slice of carrot cake. “Carrot cake?” “Yeah, thought you might like to try some. It’s delicious.” “But it’s cake.” “I know. But carrots are one of your five a day,” said Ryan cheerfully. “Though you’d have to eat that slice and the other half.” Beth put down her women’s health magazine and smoothed back the tresses of her long blonde hair. She reached forward from the sofa and sniffed the cream cheese icing. She gave it a tiny tentative lick. “The idea is, you put it in your mouth,” said Ryan slowly. “Then you bite it, chew and swallow.” “Shut up,” Beth groaned, as she got up to fetch a bowl and spoon. “And before you ask, no – I don’t need you to spoonfeed it to me.” “You’re not gonna make a mess? You don’t need me to clean you up later?” he cooed. Beth picked up a pillow and threw it at his head. He laughed as he darted behind the door and let it hit the wall. Beth smiled as plopped the cake slice in the bowl and took a little spoonful. The taste hit her like a train – it was sweet and delightful. She gobbled down the rest mechanically, and licked at the remnants of the icing left in the bowl. “I think I’ll go to the gym later.” she said, passing Ryan by while she returned the bowl to the kitchen. “Maybe run home. Could you run a bath for me?” “Sure sweetie.” She changed into a running vest and shorts upstairs and kissed her boyfriend goodbye. When she came back down the stairs she found the carrot cake on the table by the door. “No. I shouldn’t.” Beth turned her eyes away and shut the door behind her. But the cake was waiting when she came back, tired and sweaty. Sighing after she took a shower, she relented. She left her boyfriend’s apartment for work the next morning. Ryan was pleasantly surprised to discover that half the cake had left with her. Ultimately Ryan managed to tempt his girlfriend into enjoying carrot cake at the end of every dinner they shared together. The colour had come back to Beth’s cheeks, and they flushed every time he brought it to the table. Slowly, ounce by ounce, spoonful by spoonful, he’d been increasing the portions of her mains too. He made sure though, through careful re-arrangement on the plates, that her meal always looked smaller than his own. Day by day, she’d finished a little more each time. Beth came back to hers one day with a huge shopping haul. She passed it off as just some extra workout clothes and a couple pairs of jeans when Ryan, who’d stopped over the previous night, had asked what she’d got. In truth, her size fours had been pinching her a little too much around the waist during her workouts. The sixes and eights were only temporary, she told herself, as she quietly threw the receipts in the trash before her boyfriend could get a look in. Him not knowing quite how much she’d spent was a bonus, too. Later, before he left, Ryan secretly retrieved the receipts from the bottom of the trash can. The next day after work he visited every store that they listed, and with a little help from the shop assistants rebought all the clothes his girlfriend had purchased the day before – only in sizes ten, twelve and sixteen respectively. He hung them all on a pipe in a dark space in his attic – he knew his girlfriend hated the spiders that skulked up there, so there was no chance they’d be discovered. To be doubly safe, he put all the new receipts through his paper shredder. The rest was just a waiting game. “Huh. Still a hundred and ten.” Beth got off the scale and accepted Ryan’s offer of a piece of Swiss roll. Ryan allowed himself a coy smile. His handiwork was slowly paying off; he had fixed magnets to the base of the scale so that they’d give a skewed reading. It’d taken an hour’s worth of trial and error but eventually he’d managed to rig it in such a way that it showed a weight ten pounds less than the correct figure. From there it was merely a case of adding the right number of magnets – he could make it go all the way up to forty pounds out. In truth, there really wasn’t a great deal of difference in his girlfriend’s weight. It was Beth’s appearance that had altered a little more. Skipping a couple gym afternoons each week had caused her to lose some muscle mass, while extended post morning workout brunches at Ryan’s and carrot cake desserts had replaced much of that and more with fat. Her face was a little fuller as a result, and biceps that once stood out starkly now fought for room with a newly-acquired smoothness of fat. Another month saw love handles sprout from her sides. Ryan knew it was time to make another move. While she was at work, he snuck into her wardrobe and swiped her size six outfits. He replaced them with the eights, and hung the sixes in his attic, but not before he’d cut the labels out of each and carefully sown them back on. Beth continued for two months unawares, until they too started to get tight. Then Ryan made the switch again. A month after that, as they cuddled on the sofa for a film night, Ryan reached a hand around his girlfriend’s shoulder and was pleased to be met with a smooth curve. She afforded him many more places for his head to rest on – gone were the jabby bones of her chest and hips, swallowed by a layer of softly rising fat. In the half-light his eyes fell to her stomach, and he noticed the little new tyre that mushroomed over her shorts. Ryan kissed her forehead. “You’re gorgeous” he whispered in her ear. “I think you mean enormous,” Beth retorted. She raised her legs and flung herself off the couch. “Look at this pudge. I’m cutting out the cake. And I’m only eating carbs once a week from now on. After a spinning session.” “Sweetie, you don’t have to do that.” “Ryan – I’m getting fat. You won’t want to see me if I’m fat. I should have started this ages ago.” Ryan felt his spirits sink. It wasn’t working. Beth’s body was fighting back. Her urge to punish herself on the track or in the pool was still strong as ever. He needed something to take it away, and to that end, he contacted his friend of a friend. “You’ve got Hiberplex. They’re the most effective on the market,” said Pihl, examining the sachet of appetite stimulants. “But they’re also a hundred bucks for a pack of four plus dispensing fees…” “Errr…what are the most effective not on the market?” Ryan asked jokingly. He wiped his brow. It was a summer’s day and yet Pihl’s store was centrally heated. “Trophopin.” the pharmacist said, to Ryan’s surprise. “It got discontinued after beta testing. Its effects were a little more…lasting, shall we say? Dangerous, perhaps…no, definitely.” “What?” said Ryan, laughing. “You mean it nearly starved people?” “Oh no. It just eats your energy away, literally. You wouldn’t just feel hungrier before a meal – you’d feel hungry all day long.” “Fine by me.” Ryan shrugged. The pharmacist gave him a funny look. He eyed Ryan’s sturdy six-foot frame. “You sure don’t look like you’re starving.” said Pihl. “Oh no, they’re not for me…I was looking for something for my girlfriend…if that’s…I don’t know.” “Hey, I don’t mind. I didn’t build my business on asking questions. Or answering any for that matter. So, she doesn’t like her food?” “No. She loves food – she just hates her body. She’ll eat half a cookie and go spend an afternoon thrashing herself in the gym to work it off. I want to show her she doesn’t have to.” “I’m no love coach, but couldn’t you just tell her?” “She won’t hear it. But if she were to face her fears getting bigger, curvier, and then realise I still love her just as much, she might stop hating on herself.” “Huh. Sounds like it could work, I guess.” Dr. Pihl exclaimed. “You want Trophopin then? Speed up the process?” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “You mean you’ve got it?” “Sure. Just cause it’s not on the shelf doesn’t mean it isn’t here”. Pihl winked. He fumbled in the cupboards beneath his desk and eventually produced a little pink bottle. “But between you and me, it’s not here. Here you go.” Ryan took the tiny bottle. “It’s a liquid?” “Yeah. Two doses in her coffee and alakazam. But absolutely positively don’t even think about going any further than two – the side effects include chronic fatigue, amongst other things. Delacroiss Pharma pulled it way before they found them all – weight gain was definitely another. Not sure of the rest...” Ryan eagerly slipped thirty dollars out of his wallet and signed a waiver. He left the backstreet pharmacy, barely able to purse his lips back over his smile. It was going to be perfect. Beth wasn’t sure whether to go for a mocha or just a latte from her home coffee maker. She knew the added chocolate wouldn’t do her figure favours in the long run, but the extra sugar might perk her up, because for the last two weeks she’d felt more and more like a sloth. Or a maybe a snail; over weeks and months she felt herself carrying around a lot more weight than she was used to. The effects of her excessive eating were growing clearer; her strength was faltering – her firm muscles had fast disappeared beneath new, bouncy fat. It piled on most heavily around her stomach. Where she’d once had a set of washboard abs she now packed a soft paunch that hung over her underwear. It swung left and right on her mid-afternoon jogs, which were becoming less and less frequent as her tiredness grew and grew. She was content just to sit and read, or watch TV, while her boyfriend cooked and offered her meals and cups of frothy coffee. At hers, it was a different story. She needed to muster up strength just to do the most basic housekeeping – sorting the laundry, taking out the trash, vacuuming; it all left her exhausted. She mustered it in the kitchen, in the form of profiteroles, chocolate cake and whipped cream. Sometimes all three at once – for some reason her appetite had been going crazy. Three hours later, after a breakfast that rolled into a brunch, Beth plunged into the swimming pool, soon feeling herself rise back up to the surface. She kicked her legs into gear as she tried to finish her twenty lengths – a much depleted target she’d set for herself optimistically after her morning mocha. Two lengths down, she needed a break. Catching her breath, she tried to see how long she could hold it under the water. Her lungs gave out after just twenty seconds, and she rose to the surface gasping. Her best had been over a minute. “Not good.” she mumbled to herself. She drowsily breast-stroked for a quarter hour more, covering another six lengths. Her lungs burned and she grit her teeth as cramp began to course up her thigh. Beaten, she paddled weakly back to where she could stand up, then hobbled over to the poolside. Beth eased out her tense muscles, then lay back and let herself float lazily back down the pool. Her breasts and belly broke the surface, tight in her one-piece swimsuit. She liked the feeling of weightlessness in the water. Because on dry land, it was a very different kettle of fish. A little while later, after her hunger had returned, Beth gripped the metal bars of the pool steps and heaved. Her ass rose out of the water, rivulets dripping from her glistening, wobbling curves. She huffed as she climbed the steps, and grimaced as she felt fat slap against fat. Her hip brushed the bars as she struggled through, nearly filling the space between them. Between her thighs she felt the slick water drip away, and the unfamiliar noxious rubbing return. She widened her gait again, resulting in a slight waddle as she headed off to the changing rooms. Getting changed again had become a nuisance. There was so much more of herself to dry – droplets snuck into all of her rolls of flab, around all her bulges and curves. Her stretchy leggings clung to her damp thighs as she tried to pull them up. Her fat stomach jiggled and sloshed as she danced awkwardly, thrusting herself up and down, pushing wet hair out of her eyes, then thrusting again. Her weightier boobs were making her back sore. “What’s wrong with me?” she said to herself. It was like somebody else had forced their way into her body, stealing all her energy, telling her to covet chocolate and cake and cream. Carrying an extra person around would certainly explain her new weight. Beth knew something was up when the springs on her bed started moaning as she rolled about at night, and had been stunned at the payscale at the gym when she discovered she weighed two hundred and twenty-two pounds. That was fat. That was really fat. She half considered going to see a doctor, but she was too afraid of what he might say. What if there was nothing wrong with her? Her boyfriend still hadn’t though. Each day she’d slipped into her size eights and tens, which somehow miraculously still fit her, and would ask him how she looked. His reply was always the same. Beautiful. “Never ‘slim’ though,” she muttered. “Never ‘fit’.” The way she was going, ‘never slim and never fit’ were looking to be her future. She couldn’t resist the lure of Ryan’s cooking, or fight the urge to nap rather than go running. It felt pointless to try. She had no more skinny days left. Just fat days, one after the other – days filled with napping and snacking, leggings and hoodies to cover up her bulging form. Beth was starting to stretch her boyfriend’s hoodies out, to her immense embarrassment. “It won’t be like this forever,” she told herself. “I’ll diet and exercise. This time next year, I’ll be different.” she promised. “I will be me again.” But after she ordered three bags of Reeses’ Pieces from the vending machine on the way out, the thought soon died away. “Honey, did we leave any cake last night?” “No.” said Ryan from his laptop. “You ate it all, remember?” “Oh.” said Beth. “Is there any more? I asked you to get another yesterday.” “I did. It’s in the cupboard.” There was a pause. “I’m hungry. Could you bring it over? And…you know…” Another pause. “Yeah. Just give it a minute…I’ll be right over.” Ryan finished what he was doing on his files and closed his laptop. He went to the kitchen and pulled the chocolate cake out from the back of the top shelf. He found a plate, a knife and spoon, and walked into the living room. Beth lay on the couch watching a romance, a cosy sheet over her body. She smiled and nudged herself to the side to try and make room for him. “Nnnghh…ooooh, you’ve kept me waiting. Heh. Come sit with me?” “It’s ok,” said Ryan. He pulled up a wooden chair. “I think it’ll be easier from here.” “Oh. Alright.” said Beth. She sat up straight. Beneath the sheet her belly creased into rolls. While he turned to lower the television volume she pulled it up and let it billow over her again, shrouding her wide, wobbly waist. Ryan cut the cake up into small slices. Beth felt herself grow warmer as he closed in with a cold, silvery spoonful. She opened her lips. The cake was gooey and rich. She chewed slowly, but eagerly. She swallowed and took another succulent piece. She knew this wasn’t right. She could feel the steady stream of helpings of vanilla ice cream, chocolate mousse and more cake adding to the inches on her hips. The stretched, squishy new inches. She had another bite. Her office colleagues had said nothing, but she knew they were snickering. They were laughing at the changes life had brought them. At least they didn’t bitch about her anymore –they didn’t have to. Their jealousy was gone. They were content to settle their gossip on the daily morning show – Beth Sanders, breathless, lumbering up the stairs late after stopping off for takeout someplace in the early hours. They’d compliment her outfit – always something new, since nothing lasted long at the front of her wardrobe – then leave her to go towel her sweat. Then in hushed, awestruck voices they’d discuss the latest developments. Was she packing more in the rear? Did it balance up her front now – her bulging, jiggling belly? Was the fitness freak chafing? Waddling? They were just some of the reasons Beth was reluctant to go out with her boyfriend. She hadn’t enjoyed a proper date with him in months. She was too embarrassed at how far she’d let herself go, and she was afraid that Ryan would be too. There were skinny girls in the outside world. Fit girls. A night in town was just inviting the chance for his eyes to skip from her to theirs. She locked her gaze with her boyfriend on her next mouthful. A quarter of the cake was gone. Beth was painfully aware of herself. How each bite was making her bigger, and bigger. She forced a chocolatey smile. “Mmmphh. More.” Beth leaned closer with the next mouthful. The sheet slipped off her chest. Her breasts looked voluminous and round in her patterned black bra. Ryan’s eyes widened. “Ooops.” she exclaimed. She stretched out and took his left hand, letting it rest on her bosom. She twitched her fingers to prompt him to squeeze. He smiled. She giggled. His other hand came around and flicked off her bra strap. Beth felt her assets fall into his hand. They jostled for space, huge and heavy. Her left boob slipped from his fingers. He threw her bra aside and palmed it in his right hand. Beth’s surging weight had at least left her with two things she could be happy with. She knew Ryan loved her boobs. Beth smiled again. She kinda loved them too. She sighed as she let him fondle her, then brought his fingers away. She guided them back to the cake, and coaxed him it picking up a slice. Beth pulled Ryan close by his collar. She opened her mouth and sunk her tongue into the slice. Her eyes found their sparkle. “I love you.” she said, her sultry voice muffled in thick cake. “I love you too.” said Ryan. His hands left her breasts. They rolled down her chest again, Ryan’s hand with them. She giggled nervously. She felt his thumb trace the line of her panties. He tugged softly. Then a little harder. He slipped his fingers under the tight waistband and pulled. Beth froze as she felt his knuckles press into her love handle. This was too much. She couldn’t let him feel her fully naked. She cringed as she remembered the last time at her place – when she’d rolled on top of him and felt a breeze in her hair from the air that had been forced from her boyfriend’s lungs. She realised she was smothering him in fat. She’d apologised. She had tried to roll off, but found herself wobbling atop her blob of a stomach. She apologised again. “Don’t” Ryan had said. His voice was croaky. “You’re amazing.” He helped push her onto her back. She flopped on the mattress beside him. The bedsprings crunched. She lay mortified as her boyfriend pushed her thighs apart to feel her. She remembered how she’d jiggled, from her thighs to her chubby cheeks. “Enough.” she said, snapping back to reality. She guided his hand away, and rustled the sheet back over himself. “I feel tired. Maybe we could finish this cake tomorrow?” She looked over his shoulder to the muted romance on the television screen. “Yeah, sweetie,” said Ryan, sighing. He returned the chair to the table. “Sure.” He thought he’d followed the instructions clearly. A dose was one drop, and Pihl had said two doses in her coffee, no more. Ryan had put them in Beth’s morning coffee every day. At first he’d been met with a hidden happiness watching the expansive changes in her form, but it stopped when he checked the readings on his rigged scale over her shoulder and realised her weight had crossed one hundred and seventy-five pounds. A quick search online confirmed his inklings – Beth was plenty. More than plenty. Sensing he’d overshot the mark, Ryan felt a twinge when he checked a BMI calculator, and realised his gym bunny girlfriend was now twenty pounds overweight. He cut out the Trophopin accordingly. Beth by now had curves galore. Sexy as she’d become, Ryan knew it was time to take the focus off her body. It was time to focus on loving her for who she was. But within a week his girlfriend’s weight has eclipsed his own. She continued to eat to excess. Even without the stimulant she wasn’t curbing her portion sizes. Ryan was sure there’d be a sticking point. He was sure her old instincts would kick in again – she’d see she was getting chubby and go on a crash diet. Then he could say she didn’t have to. He’d say she was more beautiful than ever. The crash never happened. Her strong, toned arms and legs had slipped into softness and roundness as her curves quickly turned into rolls. The real kicker came when Ryan returned from work and found his girlfriend back on his couch, home early. She was surrounded by bags of fast food. She hadn’t changed from her work outfit. Her soft blue eyes looked reddened and raw. He asked her what she’d been doing. Beth’s tears fell anew as she admitted she’d ripped her shirt at a quarterly review. Everyone heard her split her seams. She’d run out of the room, unwilling to look anyone in the eye. She left the building and took refuge in a greasy spoon. Her boss phoned and asked her back. Kindly as he was, she insisted on no. She sunk lower and lower as they discussed what had happened in the boardroom – and earlier. Eventually, she took the offer of a sick leave. A few couple weeks of stressless rest, and a chance, her boss had hinted, to try and establish some control. “They think I can’t stop.” Beth sobbed. “And they’re right. I can’t stop. I just can’t stop eating!” Ryan stood alarmed and helpless as she shoved an arm past him for another box of fries. She stuffed hungrily, angrily. Beneath her strained shirt her stomach bulged. Half the box disappeared in moments. She rocked on her big bottom, reaching for more. “So hungry. So so hungry.” Beth thrust a fistful of salty fries into her mouth. Her cheeks swelled. The tear in her shirt grew a little wider as she stretched for a glass of soda. “Fat.” she snarled. “Fucking fat.” She seized a handful of belly that poked through the rip and jiggled it furiously. “Why am I so fucking fat?” Ryan couldn’t coax her away from more junk – not on that day, and not for weeks. Even when her sadness had subsided – even when her appetite slowly clambered down from the angry crest it reached the day she’d lost regular employment, her meal choices still cultivated comfort over effort. Through pizza, fries, chips and chocolate Beth was still consuming thousands of calories more than she should. She’d given up with the scale but for Ryan it was plain to see. She was getting fatter and fatter. Ryan reached Dr. Pihl for answers. He flung open the door. His pharmacy as ever, was balmy, stuffy, and empty. “You look mightily pissed.” said Pihl. “Too right,” said Ryan. “My girlfriend was skinny and unhappy. All your stupid cure-all’s done is make her huge and unhappy.” “Hey – like I said, I’m not a love coach. Happy’s your job, mister.” “Huge. I’m talking about huge.” said Ryan. “She’s so wide and round. She keeps bumping into things with how big she’s gotten. It’s a shock to her. It’s a shock to both of us. I never expected she’d get like this.” “Alright. Back to the pharmaceutical side. How much Trophopin did you give her? Was it two doses, like I said?” “Yeah. Two drops in her morning coffee. I remember. I gave that to her every time. Not a millilitre more.” “What do you mean every time?” Pihl raised an eyebrow over his glasses. “Every other day for about a month.” “Jesus – I didn’t mean every day! It’s supposed to be one time only!” Pihl seized clumps of his dark hair. The two of them paled to white. “Shit.” said Ryan. “Yeah, no shit,” said Pihl. His hands returned to his desk. “I hope you love your girl dearly. You’re going to be seeing a lot more of her.” “Is there an antidote?” “To what, Trophopin? No, for heaven’s sake. It’s a stimulant, not a poison.” “Is there anything else?” “For what? To stop it working?” “To stop her ballooning.” said Ryan. “I don’t think you understand. She’s over three-hundred. Fifteen more pounds and I think she’ll have tripled herself. And she’ll gain those fifteen pounds. Her eating…her gaining – it’s unstoppable.” “It will stop, eventually,” said Pihl. “You haven’t still been giving her the doses, all the better for both of you. Naturally, the effects will wear off. She’ll be herself again.” “But she’ll still be so overweight.” said Ryan. “She won’t get her old body back the way she is. She doesn’t go to the gym any more. She eats to comfort herself. Her confidence is in pieces.” “Maybe that’s what you need to cure.” said Pihl. “I think I’ve done my part. It’s time you do what you set out to. Do you care that she’s fat?” “Yes.” Ryan said. “No – I mean really. Do you really care what size your girlfriend is?” Pihl stressed. “I…well…no. No. I don’t care.” “And do you love her?” “Of course.” “Then prove it.” said Pihl. “Happiness isn’t something you can buy. It’s not a gym membership. It’s not junk food. Heck, it’s not even in one of the packets on my specials shelf. Those things will only make you happy when you’re using them. Sure, you can just keeping using them – but too much of anything makes you sick. You got me?” Ryan nodded. “You’ve gotta do something that will make her happy forever. Not get her flowers or a handbag or a fancy car. You’ve got to make a memory. Because that’s what sticks in the heart for as long as you both shall live…unless you try Claslateen Zero. That stuff wipes your head clean, I swear. I’m running a two for one.” “Damn Pihl, till that part you were really on a roll. But I get you. I think I know what I’ve got to do.” said Ryan. “Pleasure to be of service.” said Pihl. “Have a nice day.” Ryan chuckled as he opened the door. It was nine at night, and pitch black outside. “You’re not really a pharmacist, are you?” he said. “Heck no. I studied history and philosophy.” “Really? Which college?” “Oh, I never finished my degree. You see, I found Claslateen Zero – coincidentally that was round about the time I got this gig. At least…I think…” Ryan left the doctor to reminisce. He drove back to his apartment. He had a plan. It was Beth and Ryan’s five-year anniversary, and they’d both agreed on a meal at Augustus’ Buffet, an upmarket all-you-can-eat out of town. Down the corridor at her place Beth had watched her boyfriend don a tux from the bathroom mirror, as she applied her lipstick. She watched him spray himself with cologne, and realised she’d never seen him do that before. What if he’s going to propose? she wondered. More sinister thoughts soon bounded round her mind. “What if he’s bought a ring…” she mumbled to herself. “…and given it to the waiters to put on a lobster or something… he gets on one knee, pops the question, the whole place is watching, and then I can’t even put it on, because my fingers are too fat…” She shuddered at the thought. She cast a brief glance over at Ryan again from the mirror. For months it seemed he’d taken no notice as she’d piled on the pounds. Dieting and exercising had gone out the window. She was too tired to anything but sit, and eat, and grow before his eyes. How could he be so blind? Knowing him, he’d have bought her a ring at size two and a half. The kind she could have shown off in her skinny days. What am I thinking? He’s just being polite. He must think I’m a blimp. As if he’d propose to me now…now I’m like this. She cast her sad eyes down to her body; warm, soft, hulking and massive. She watched her considerable bosom heave as she breathed softly, then decided she didn’t want to stare at herself any longer. She waddled to the wardrobe in her room and dug out the dress she’d ordered for the occasion online – it was a deep sensual red. It brushed her knees where it should have trailed her ankles – half a foot or so above it hugged her hips and chest tightly. She gave it a tug. It just about fit. She tried to raise a smile as she joined her boyfriend in his car. She had some reason to be happy – she’d gotten her job back. A good word from Ryan had allowed her to switch firms and get a role in his office. She was in the company of people who’d never known her as skinny, fit – just enormously plump. She didn’t have to suffer the shame of returning to her old job having gained considerably more weight. But it was her weight that still weighed on her. An hour later, Beth grunted as she tried to unpick the folds of material out from her rolls of fat, using the mirror in the buffet’s restroom. She hated the way it made her stomach bunch up when she sat down. She lifted her blonde hair and let it fall over her shoulders, letting her double chin slip back under the shadow of its tresses. Once she was finally satisfied that she looked somewhat presentable again, she joined her boyfriend outside. Beth bit her lip nervously when she saw their names on the table Ryan had booked. They had been seated inside a booth. “Go on, honey.” said Ryan. Beth looked at him nervously, then cautiously made her move. She held her breath and squeezed herself in, grunting as she pressed down on the cushiony leather with her fattened fingers, shifting her butt inches at a time around the table. Her three-hundred and fifty pound figure wobbled gaily, and the restaurant furniture creaked in protest. She brought herself right around to the back and breathed out again. Her breasts sunk down to the top of the table. She mumbled a curse as she felt the pressure on her upper belly. “You say something?” Ryan asked. “Nothing,” Beth said quickly as she eyed the waiter. “Let’s get drinks.” Ryan ordered a gin and tonic, and Beth a strong red wine. She’d need it. “It’s kinda busy tonight.” Ryan noted as he watched his girlfriend gulp down half the glass. There were other couples in booths, and plenty of families, with a lot of kids running round between the waiter’s feet. “Maybe it’d be easier if you stay here and I get food for the both of us?” “Sure” said Beth, huffing. The table was making her breaths short. “What would you like?” “Anything. Anything would be good.” she said. She looked mildly jealous as she watched her boyfriend slip smoothly out of the booth and walk in the direction of the build-your-burger bar. She wanted to build her own burgers. But at least Ryan’s idea would spare her from getting up and down all the time. She tucked in to a huge triple stacked burger with fries when Ryan came back, himself with just a lowly single cheeseburger. She asked for pizza next, and together they shared a twenty-four inch cheesy meaty feast – she barely noticed she’d munched up nine slices to her boyfriend’s three. Just as she was starting to fill up she asked Ryan for a plateful of succulent cuts of steak. Then kebabs – each bite chewy and rich. Beth’s eyes had glazed over as she methodically poked the last two bites of popcorn chicken into her mouth. She had never felt so stuffed. Her belly was drum tight “That was…heh…that was awesome.” she smiled. It had been so good. The myriad of flavours coursing through her mouth. For a time all her worries had felt half a world away. “Dessert?” Ryan offered. “Err…yeah…one sec…” Beth had her eyes on the ice cream maker. She tried to breathe in, but found she was stuffed so full that she simply couldn’t. Instead she rolled onto her side, and edged her way along from beneath the table. Her back pressed against the seat as she squeezed out her legs. She tried to sit up, awkwardly, using her flabby arms to assist her ascent. Then she tried to stand up. “Ooof” she muttered, as her hips made contact with the table again. “Ooooooff” she said, as she pushed a little harder, and found the pressure had increased. “Ngghhh….nghh…oh!” “Beth? What’s wrong?” Beth felt a warm sweat appear on her brow. Her voice was shaky. “I’m…I’m stuck, Ryan.” Her body was jammed sideways between the table and the seating. Her feet didn’t quite reach the floor. She was sat at too awkward an angle to pull herself up. Ryan grabbed hold of her arms and gave her a short firm tug. She didn’t budge. He wrapped his arms around her chest and tried to lift her. It was a futile effort. She was simply too heavy for him. He saw Beth’s face was plastered with sweat and worry when he let go. “I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Stay here.” Beth threw him an angry look. “Yeah, it’s not like I’m going anywhere soon.” “Sorry…err…just wait a moment.” He went to the rotisserie, then the all day breakfast bar, and came back with three little packets of butter and a steak knife. “It’d be easiest if I open up your dress at the sides,” he whispered. “The butter’s a lubricant. You’re okay with me doing this, right?” “Sure.” Beth nodded. Her double chin creased up. “Just do it quickly…please…” Ryan knelt down and stroked the serrated edge along the red material. An inch wide tear appeared, and Beth’s eyes widened as it slowly grew in size. She felt coolness on her side as a love handle, freed from its cotton confines, morphed out onto the table. She stared as Ryan looked over his shoulder, picked the foil off the square of butter and quietly slathered it over her soft, exposed fat. “Ok, err…now the other side.” he whispered. His girlfriend was far too tightly pressed to the back of the seat for him to make another incision in her dress. “Err…bear with me here.” He unwrapped two more squares of butter and let them melt a little in his palm. He looked over his shoulder again then got down on one knee, and pretended to fiddle with the straps on her shoe. When he was confident no-one was looking, Ryan slipped his buttery hand underneath her dress. He shifted his fingers over the outside of her leg, past her enormous butt, and just before the tightness made him lose the circulation in his hand he smoothed the butter over the other side. “Ok,” he said, quickly withdrawing his forearm. “I’m gonna wash my hands. Then I’ll pull you out of here, and we’ll go. Are you okay?” “Yeah,” she mumbled, not looking him in the eye. “I’m fine.” She felt a lump in her throat as she watched Ryan walk to the restroom. Beth closed her eyes. How had she gotten so fat…so helpless? She was becoming dependent on others for everything – her boyfriend most of all. He’d helped zip up her dress when she couldn’t do it herself. He’d helped get the seatbelt over her stomach for the drive to the buffet. And now, he was going to help squeeze her out of the tight mess she’d gotten herself stuck into. A waiter dodged past her chubby legs, sticking out into the aisle. He gave her a brief glance. She smiled, and he headed back to the kitchen. He’s coming back for our plates… she realised. He’s going to see me wedged in here. No more help, she resolved to herself. She had to take back control. She tensed up the little muscle she had left in her arms and scowled as she saw nothing but more jiggling fat. She still felt she had some strength left inside though. Maybe that would be enough. Either way, she had to do this. She readied herself mentally, then gripped the edge of the table with one hand, and the top of the leather seat with the other. She scrunched up her face and heaved. Nothing. She slumped back down, took a deep breath and kicked her wobbling body back into motion. She felt the butter seep into her skin as she inched a little upward. Her feet found the floor again, and she pushed. The gap became impossibly tight, but she was moving. Her butt pressed up against the edges. Just a couple inches more... By the sink, drying his hands with a paper towel, Ryan turned his head to the door. He had heard an almighty crash come from the dining room. “Hey…” Ryan rubbed Beth’s shoulder as he drove home. “Don’t worry. Nobody got upset. The staff apologised more than anything. They even offered us another buffet, on the house.” Beth sniffled. Yeah, like I can ever go back… Her soft sobs had ceased, but the humiliation still felt painfully raw. So too did the marks on her hips, where the table had pushed into her yielding flesh. Her dress had split completely down the side, but her near-nakedness was not plain to see. Over the top she was now wearing a dessert platter, meant for the family of four whose table she’d crashed headlong into after popping out from her booth. The flimsy wood had smashed, and a whole host of cakes, fudges, creams and sauces had careened all over her. She lay there, paralysed by shock, and pinned by her heavy, quivering fat. It took Ryan and two more waiters to pull her back to her feet. Beth had wanted the ground to swallow her up. She felt weak and numb as Ryan put an arm around her and led her back to the car. Beth licked a smidgeon of cream off her cheek, wallowing in self pity. They drove for half an hour in silence before she could finally pluck up the courage to say something. “I’m…so sorry.” “Don’t be” Ryan said soothingly. “You did nothing wrong.” “I ruined our meal together…and somebody else’s…and I fucking broke a table, Ryan.” She lowered her head. “You must think I’m a pig…or something…” “No” said Ryan “You’re not. You’re beautiful.” “But – I’ve gotten so big. I’m fat, aren’t I?” “Yes.” Expecting a steady stream of the same-old sweet nothings, Beth hesitated. “You…you think so?” “Yes. I think you’re fat. And I think you’re beautiful. You know you can be both, right?” Beth’s mind spun. Her lips quivered. This was supposed to be her worst fear come true. And yet, it felt strangely lovely. “You think I’m beautiful?” she asked, as if for the first time. “Yes.” “Do you love me?” “I do.” Beth smiled. Her grin was even wider than the one she’d worn in her time at the buffet. “We’re here, by the way.” said Ryan. Beth only registered then that he’d parked the car and turned off the ignition. Ryan got out first, then led his girlfriend – still splattered with food – through a woodland. The air was cool and her dress was torn, but Beth still had the heat of shame amidst the warmth of her many layers of fat to keep the coldness away. She closed her eyes and waddled softly into the breeze, letting the wind rustle her hair as they approached an old oak tree. She saw a carving in the wood – a love heart, surrounding the letters B and R – and realised she was at the park. They’d had their first date there, and many more since. “Why are we here?” asked Beth, perplexed. She stroked a finger over her belly and licked up a slither of chocolate fudge. “To cheer you up, maybe?” Ryan smiled. “I was going to save this till after dessert, but, hey…” He took her hand as he got down on one knee. He produced a little box from his inside pocket. Beth gasped as he flicked it open. A diamond ring glittered in the moonlight. “Bethany Sanders” said Ryan, softly. “Will you marry me?” Beth couldn’t find words to say. She felt fresh tears mush up over her chubby cheeks. She guided a wobbly hand to the ring box, and slipped it over her ring finger. It was a golden band, size eleven. And it fit her perfectly.

As the title said, these are NOT my stories, but I figured a lot of you might like a series about female celebs as BBWs - especially with x-rated action. Honestly, not all of these are my bag (I only like Girl/girl stuff), but it is fun to imagine a lot of these celebs (Scarlett, JLaw, Margo, Kat, Karen, Christina) chubbier http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=10997 - Features Kat Dennings and Christina Hendricks http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=10999 - Maggie Gyllenhaal solo http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=11001 - Melissa Benoist in Guy/Girl action http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=11003 - Jennifer Lawrence, Scarlett Johansson and Rosario Dawson http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=11010 - Daisy Ridley and two guys http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=11012 - Lea Michele, Lizzy Caplan and a guy http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=11459 - Emilia Clarke and Margot Robbie http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=11621 - Felicity Jones, Gemma Arterton, Emily Blunt, Carey Mulligan http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=11819 - Fat Cara Delevegne and skinny Margot Robbie http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=12375 - Fat Karen Gillan and skinny Rosie Huntington-Whitney

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Hey everyone! My name is Jourdynn and I’m new here and just wanted to introduce myself to everyone. Recently became even more confident with myself and wanting to share my beauty with the world. I’m also on Instagram as well with the same username. Please feel free to message me here or on Instagram.

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Hey hey! I’m new here, lemme know what you think😘

Hey guys! I am new here and I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Bluebell (Blue for short) and I'm 21 years old. My boyfriend introduced me to the whole BBW thing a year ago and I never thought I would get into it, but here we are now haha. I'm just getting started but I'm planning on providing good content for all of you!