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Here the story I have started writing not long ago. English is not my native language so exuse me if something is wrong about my style or grammar or punctuation. The outset is based on "1001 night" story, but in original I found it rather dull and sometimes full of cringe (like killing slaves or servants just for fun and so on), so I changed the setting into more "general fantasy". Please, give me some positive feedback if you like my writing. Chapter 1. Long ago, in a hot land of Kimette, that existed between deserts and fertile coasts there lived an enormously rich King named Shakhriar. Gods of luck blessed him with prosperity, and one of the main sources of happiness were his sons – a total 14 men. Some were mighty warlords, others became successful politicians, but above all stood his favorite son – Kamar. Kamar was blessed with incredible beauty and handsomeness, which made everyone around young Prince adore him since his childhood. Kamar was also obviously smart and clever, but after puberty he lost interest to books and science because of discovering the world of sensual pleasures. At fourteen he seduced several daughters and wives of King’s loyal counselors and warlords, so Shakhriar imprisoned his beloved son in a luxurious palace with a vast harem of low-born concubines and a full staff of servants. Kamar didn’t show any interest in leaving his golden cage, as soon as every his whim was fulfilled as soon as possible by worshipping horde of his staff, whose will was bonded by Kamar’s charisma more than by his royalty. As Kamar got eighteen years old, his father had made up a plan to form an alliance with neighbouring empire of Ekimak through marriage between Kamar and one of daughters of the High Lord of Ekimak. One day Shakhriar called for his son to tell him the news about his future in front of the Royal Council. When Kamar had arrived to his father's palace, everyone was quite shocked. Prince changed very much during last three years. His handsomeness progressed and blossomed, even though it seemed hardly possible. Facial features became even more well-defined in their perfection, his eyes radiated charisma and his body and raven black hair smelled the best perfume that was available in the world. He arrived to the council on the giant palanquin, pulled by twenty servants. There sat the Prince surrounded by three of his favorite odalisques, also gifted by nice appearance. Their abundant plentiful flesh was cowered by almost no clothes. One of the girls was sitting on his lap. '' Come forth my son, I will tell you that I have arranged your future,'' the King declared. The concubine had jumped away from the Prince's lap, and Kamar came to the King and bowed. People in the Council hall gasped in surprise, when realized that Prince had become quite a heavy young man during three years in his personal palace. He has grown wide and heavy belly, and his body under silk gown was soft and untoned, as soon as for last years he was exerting himself only in bedroom. ''I have arranged your marriage, my son,'' the King continued, ''so get ready in a month and head to Ekimak Capital. There you will become husband of beautiful Regina, elder daughter of High Lord Gregor.'' ''Marriage?'' Kamar frowned, ''I am happy the way I live. What make you think I will be loyal to one wife after a heaven full of lovebirds?'' Kamar pointed at his buxom concubines, who seemed stressed under lusting stares of men of Council. The King frowned. “You must remember that everything you have is bought by me, and I can take everything back. You will become a good husband to Lady Regina because you are a loyal son and because you are grateful for me for the heaven I have organized for you for last three years.” “And what if I say no?” asked Kamar impatiently. ''Then I will take you into custody and put you under arrest in the Tower of Whispers. When you will think about your behavior and make a right decision, you will be returned and sent to Ekimak,'' King Shakhriar answered. “Girls, this night I will show you the Tower of Wispers, it will become our new home for a while!'' the Prince addressed to his concubines, '' evening feast awaits!'' Plump girls smiled and clapped their chubby hands. ''Home is a place where my sweet Prince waits for me, '' proclaimed one of them. '' Kamar will stay there alone,'' shouted the King, ''and make sure guards give him no treats – only soldier food. He is fat enough for a man.'' *** The Tower of Wispers was ancient and secluded place. It was built long ago before dynasty of Shakhriar conquered the land where it stands. It was empty and uninhabited most of the time thus its minimalistic interior seemed terribly uncomfortable to the Prince, who spent his life in luxury and excess. Soldier's dinner made of water, food and bread was eaten long ago, and now Kamar struggled to fall asleep. As soon as he managed to do it, the old dry well in his locked room shone slightly. Chapter 2. The fine-looking woman with raven-black hair and slightly blue skin levitated up to the Kamar's room from the well. She looked around 30 years old, and wore rich oriental outfit. Her name was Maimune and she was a genie queen who built and inhabited this tower many centuries ago. “Some guests again. Let's see, with whom will I play for next several months... or years. “ She removed the blanket from sleeping Kamar and examined his naked physique for some time. ''What a handsome mortal,'' she proclaimed after looking at his face, ''did I pleased the gods for something?” She kissed Kamar and he awakened. Prince was quite shocked to discover himself naked in front of blue-skinned woman, whom he had never seen before. How could she get into the tower through locked doors? “Who are you? A witch? A mirage of desert? What do you want from me, woman?” Maimune didn't expect a reaction like that, so she enchanted Kamar's sleeping and made it unnaturally deep, so even crumbling of the Tower wouldn't wake him up. Then she magically summoned her friend named Dakhna – another genie woman, who served Maimune for centuries and was her close counselor and keeper of her secrets. Maimune revealed Kamar to Dakhna, and the latter bit her lip. “Well, I see someone is into really big boys, “ Dakhna teased her Queen, pointing at Kamar's pale gut. “More like into cute faces, ” answered Maimune, being confused. “Don't justify your tastes to anyone, for the last years it's okay for mortals to grow so wide,” Dakhna said, “I often fly above their kingdoms, and know the things. When the life is quiet and humans know no wars and famine, men and women of rich families since very young age grow pampered and overfed. By the way, in a kingdom of Izz lives one especially cute princess named Budur. When I first saw her, I thought she's the most perfect human being, her beauty is absolute – you must just see her thick black hair, thin nose, full lips and curvy soft physique. Her father Basil, the king of Izz, loves her very much and wants Budur to stay with him forever. However King's counselors wish him to use daughter to arrange political marriage. So he asked them to wait for one year. When the year will end, If some man wants to marry her, he must just carry her on hands from the Palace gates to the temple. Not a big problem for a noble young warrior. But there is one 'but' - King Basil always knew that his daughter is a lazy glutton and possesses quite a sweet tooth. For a year she will be surrounded in the palace by the sweetest and the fattest treats possible. When I saw her last time, she was sitting at the table, and the serving maids refilled her plates with pastries, cakes and cream jelly, and she washed it down with a thick milk.” “Sound like she has some meat on her bones,” - jiggled Maimune. “Indeed, “ answered Dakhna, “when she was locked in her chambers for the first day, her hourglass body wasn't very different from other noble girls of her age. Her body was soft and flabby, as she never exercised in her life, thighs consisted of jiggly chubbyness, buttocks were supple and thick. Muscles seemed to not exist on her body, hidden under the layer of softness. That was three month ago, who knows how she looks now?” “How do you think, who of these two mortals is more beautiful?” - said Maimune. “I don't know, let's find out, “ answered Dakhna and flew away through the window. Dakhna returned in several minutes bearing something heavy on hands. As she stepped closer to the light, it became obvious that her burden is an unconscious young girl. She carefully placed her captive near sleeping Kamar. Then both genies looked closely at Kamar and Budur. “You know, they are equal in their loveliness and charm,” commented Maimune, “they are like two moons in one night sky.” “However, I think, there is a way to test them. Let's awaken one after another and see what will they do: if one will restrict lust and not touch another, but another will succumb to desire on his or her turn, that shows us that the first is greater in beauty. “ “Sounds like a plan,” Maimune agreed, “or like a fun.” Genies enchanted Budur's deep sleep and awakened Kamar. He looked around and noticed the sleeping girl. To his relief, her skin's color was normal, not blue. “Hello? Who are you? How did you get there? Are you my bride Regina of Ikemak my father told me about?” Kamar said quietly. There was no answer. “Why are you playing sleeping? Maybe you are sent here by my father as some weird test?” Kamar continued, “If not, I invite you to my palace after I leave this prison. You will be my favorite, I promise.” Silence. “I know some good way to make you stop your roleplaying!” Prince grinned, unwrapped girl's dressing gown, moved her legs apart and lifted up her hanging belly flab with his hand. Red heaven gate greeted him with alluring aroma. Kamar kneeled, moved head lower and started to work with his tongue as passionately as never before in his life. Lying plump young lady didn't react at all. “Hm, it seems you are really sleeping, sweetheart,” Kamar frowned, “I will ask about you tomorrow.” A moment later the Prince noticed, that cleavage between girl's abundant bosoms and upper roll of her belly were dotted with drops of sauces, sugar and chocolate. “At least I will have late supper, “ smiled Kamar and licked crumbs of food from his beautiful guest's body. When he was ready to fall asleep, he noticed a masterful ring on her finger with some engravings in unknown language. “I can swear that jewels like that are unique in the world, so every competent jeweler will help me to track you through this ring.” Kamar removed her ring with a great labor, as it was made and put on when the girl's fingers were not so swollen. When both humans fell asleep again, Dakhna said: “Well, the male failed the test. Now let's see what will Princess do.” Genie women enchanted sleeping of Kamar and awakened Budur. Chapter 3. Princess sat up and looked around. She didn't notice that she was relocated, because all her attention was caught by stunningly handsome young man, who slept near her. “Dad! I know you hear me, “ Budur shouted into darkness. “I expected some gift from you for me being a good girl and following a plan, but this... this is too much” Budur's eyes devoured sleeping Kamar and radiated lust. She continued after minute of silence. “I mean it's a great present, this boy is so cute! May I keep him as long as I stay with you?” The Princess crawled up on her haunches to Kamar, caressed his wide flabby belly and kissed Kamar's lips. “Wake up stallion, your mistress wishes a ride!” she addressed to the sleeping Prince. Of cause, she didn't know that this boy is equal to her in his royalty. “Don't pretend to be sleeping, or else...” In the darkness, Dakhna whispered to Maimune, “Oh my, this girl's curves have... just like blown up! Did you see her belly when she was on all fours? It nearly touched the floor in its thickest part!” “Was she much different last time you have seen her three month ago?” “Yes. She was just pale and flabby noble young girl, who spent most of her life sleeping and eating, but nothing special. And look at her now - she is just a pagan fertility goddess and she's not even twenty yet! But you know what - it's strange, but every added pound seems to make her look prettier.” Meanwhile the Princess tried to understand, what to do with her unconscious 'new toy'. As the King's daughter, she was very limited in communication with men, and a great number of staff was in charge for her chastity and virginity. She has read some love stories, but of cause she knew next to nothing about process of sex and how to behave in front of her naked beloved. Suddenly she noticed Kamar's small medallion around sleeping prince's neck and took it from him. She put it on and hid her new jewel in a rift between her bosoms. As she did that, she called for someone called Aisha, and after no response became a bit annoyed. “Stupid handmaid! Where does she sleep when I need her special massage most of all?” With these words she leaned back against the wall and started touching herself, while looking at Prince Kamar's physique. She discovered that her pubic hair is still wet (in fact, because of the Prince's saliva), but failed to explain what has happened. Red and exhausted after several orgasms, she fell asleep near Kamar, with a right hand hidden between lower belly fold and abundant thigh. Maimune sighed in darkness. “They both failed the test, as they were ready to mate each other as soon as they had seen each other for the first time. I must admit, they are equal in their beauty after all. The morning will come soon, so return her plump Majesty to her chambers.” “Yes, my queen,” replied Dakhna, “by the way, do you wield polymorph magic?” “No” “Your fault! Now I know, what type of girls does your Prince found alluring. Tomorrow I will return here in guise of Princess Budur and make love to your Prince Charming until he burns all his belly fat in passion.” With these words Dakhna wrapped Budur's pampered body into blanket and flew away to Izz. However, Dakhna didn't know, that her lustful dream wouldn't come to reality.

The Cyclists This story is pure fiction, but inspired by GainedACouple (https://www.curvage.org/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/11861-crapi-gained-some-weight/) GainedACouple was a fit mountain biker who got married, took a desk job and went from fit to fat. (Full disclosure: I don’t know anything about mountain biking, so sorry if I got that part wrong…please just go with it.) Part 1: Danny and Jake Danny and Jake were best friends practically from birth. Their parents were next door neighbors and Danny was born just two weeks after Jake. Thanks hey started playing together as toddlers and were inseparable throughout grade school and high school. Although Jake’s Dad and Mom were good friend with Danny’s parents, the two sets of parents were quite different. Jake’s Dad and Mom were health conscious and definitely into family fitness. Jake’s Mom was a dietician at the local hospital and worked as a part time fitness instructor. Jake’s Dad was a lawyer and through his firm had a membership at a tennis club. On weekends and evenings in the summer he enjoyed maintain biking and would often be gone for hours on long rides around town and into the local hills. Danny’s parents enjoyed good food, craft beers and fine wines and rarely exercised. Danny’s Mom was an excellent cook and kept his Dad well fed. While pregnant with Jake, his Mom, Janine, gained the recommended 25-30 pounds and within six weeks after his birth she was back in the gym and back to her pre-pregnancy weight of 115 pounds on a 5’ 5” frame. Jake’s Dad, Jacob, Senior, worked out and rode his bike all through Janine’s pregnancy and maintained his firm abs, and 160 lb., 6’ 0” physique. Danny’s Mom, Francia, on the other hand, gained over 50 pounds during her pregnancy, and held onto at least 30 after the baby was born. By the time Danny entered kindergarten, her weight had swelled from 120 pounds on her wedding day to close to 200 pounds eight years later, making her quite plump for her petite height of 5’ 3”. Likewise, Francia’s good cooking and maybe some sympathy weight during his wife pregnancy added to her husband Frank’s girth. Eight years into his marriage, his 32” waist had swelled to over 40” with a sizable belly pushing out over his belt. His weight had climbed from about 165 lbs. on his wedding day to over 235. Still, they were happy and content and loved spending time with their growing young son. Jake, Sr. had his son on his Bike as soon as he could and had Junior riding his own bicycle by the time he was three. Because they were so close, Danny begged his parents for a bicycle as soon as Danny started riding. They were soon a cycling twosome tagging along behind Jake, Sr. through the hills around town. As Danny and Jake grew so did their bikes. By the time they were in high school they each had both a high end mountain bike and an advanced light-weight street racing bike. On weekends, Jake’s dad would take them to events were they could race competitively. Although it was Jake’s Dad who got them into bike racing it was Danny that really excelled and almost always came home with a medal. By the end of junior year of high school, Danny and Jake had just turned 17 years of age. They were both lean sinewy athletic machines with muscular legs and very low body fat. Danny was the slighter of the two, at just 5’ 9” he weighed in at a scant 130 lbs. Part 2: The Incident Just then something happened that would change the course of their summer. The day after school ended for summer break, Danny and Jake went on a long bike ride in the local mountains. After a couple of hours, they were coming down the mountain. Danny was leading at a break neck speed when he came around a bend and the trail was blocked by a small rock slide. His front wheel hit to rocks and he went over the handle bars. Fortunately he was wearing a helmet, so no damage to the head or face, but his right hand and foot broke the fall, resulting in sprains to both wrist and ankle. Danny would be laid up for at least six and probably more like eight weeks with braces on both his wrist and ankle. This would take him through June and most of July. He hoped that in August he could get back into shape and be ready for cycling again when senior year started in September. Like all mothers, Danny’s Mom always worried that her son was too skinny and was not getting enough to eat. To be honest, Danny never worried about food or nutrition. He ate what he wanted when he wanted until he was full, and then burned it all off on his bicycle. Although Janine hated seeing her son in any pain, she secretly enjoyed have him around the house all day and waited on him hand and foot. Janine worked as a bookkeeper and did most of her work from home, so she would always be there to take care him. The day always started with a hearty American breakfast, typically with eggs, potatoes, bacon or sausage and toast or a bagel. Sometimes it would include pancakes or French toast. Around 10 AM, a mid-morning snack would be a danish or a donut or two. Lunch would usually involve soup, a sandwich, a bag of chips, a cola, and maybe an apple, a cookie or a cupcake for dessert. Another cookie or a brownie made a nice mid-afternoon snack. By late afternoon, the house would be filled with the savory aroma of Mom’s home cooking. Pasta was her favorite dish and she made her own sweet tasting sauce to go with spaghetti and meatballs or a cheesy, meaty, pan of lasagna. That coupled with fresh bread and butter and a fresh salad was a mouth watering delight. By 5 PM, those mouth watering aromas would have Danny’s appetite peaked to a fevered pitch. By 6 PM, dinner time, his stomach would be grumbling and ready for a feast. If it was lasagna, it would usually be three large squares, or if spaghetti, two big helpings and three large meatballs. Breakfast and lunch would be taken at his usual perch on a recliner in the living room with his foot propped up. For dinner he would hobble to the dining room and afterwords lumber back to his recliner stuffed to the gills. The day would typically be capped off with bedtime snack of milk and cookies. As the days of June marched on to the first day of summer and then into early July, this onslaught calories was definitely taking its toll on Danny’s waistline. It wasn’t just Danny. There was a carryover effect on Jake as well. On most days during this period, Jake would have a healthy breakfast with his family; typically something like granola. Then, when his parents went off to work, he would go out cycling until lunch time. At lunch time, he would head over to spend the afternoon with Danny. That would mean lunch from Danny’s Mom, afternoon snack, and often he would get invited to dinner. Compared to the health food his Mom served, this was a luscious treat. It wasn’t long before Jake noticed that Danny was putting on weight. At the same time he seemed clueless about any changes his own body may have been experiencing. About two weeks into Danny’s recovery, Jake noticed that Danny’s size small shirts were fitting snugger around the middle. A few days later, through the t-shirt, he could see that his shorts were unbuttoned. At first he didn’t make any comments, but one day he finished his cycling early and stopped by when Danny was enjoying his mid-morning snack. Danny was sitting with a half empty box of donuts and was munching on a donut as Jake walked in. Danny had gotten into the habit of going a few days between shaves, and his facial stubble was laced with with powdered sugar and crumbs. More crumbs had made their way down and settled on the tight shirt that barely covered his expanding paunch. “Wow, do you ever stop eating?,” was Jake’s greeting. Danny just looked up and said, “Wanna donut? There’s two left.” “Um, yeah, OK. They do look good.” A few weeks later, Danny’s Mom had made a large pan of double cheese lasagna for dinner, with lots of fresh bread and butter. Frank was away on business and Francia only had one square for herself. That left the rest of the pan for the two “growing” boys. An unspoken contest emerged as the two young men tried outdo each other, eating square by square until the entire pan was empty and every bit of lasagna and all the bread was eaten. Everything was washed down with large glasses of milk. Once the gorging was over they pushed themselves up from the table with some difficulty and waddled into the living room. Danny was first to reach his seat and plopped down in his recliner. Danny’s Mom had noticed that he was having some difficulty fitting into his old wardrobe, and bought him some loose fitting gym shorts and larger t-shirts, which became his standard uniform. With his belly so bloated, he pushed town the waist band, pulled up his t-shirt and began stroking and scratching his belly with two hands. Jake stood for a moment watching this spectacle. Then he poked him in the gut and said, “Ugh, put that away. You look seven months pregnant.” “Yeh, I know,” Danny replied. “Just take a look at this bad boy. I just can’t seem to lay off Mom’s good cooking.” He gave his round belly a big shake with both hands. “But what about that?” Jake was standing right next to him and he gave his buddy’s bloated gut a poke with his finger. “What…I am just full from that big dinner.” Jake instantly stood up straight and sucked in his belly as much as he could. “I’m not the one who has been sitting there stuffing his face all day long.” “Maybe not, but haven’t seen you turn away any of Mom’s cooking.” “OK, maybe I’ve gained a few.” Jake looked down and patted his belly. “Well, I think it’s more than a few,” Danny replied. “But, we’ve got a scale if you want the truth.” “Not now when I am stuffed to the gills.” “OK, how about this, come by tomorrow morning. We’ll get you on the scale and you can stay for breakfast.” “Uhm…alright but you have to get on first and we’ll see who’s the fatty.” “Deal.” With that Jake plopped onto the couch and there was a loud pop as the snap on his jeans gave out and popped open. Jake look over at Danny to see if he heard. They looked at each other for a moment and then started laughing uproariously. “OK, I admit it. I’m a fatty.” Jake pulled down his zipper all the way. “Oh, that feel much better, let’s play some X-Box.” An hour later, Danny’s Mom brought out a plate of cookies and a pitcher of milk. By the time Jake left for the evening, both were empty. The next morning was the moment of truth. Jake probably would have stayed away except for the allure of one of Francia’s breakfast compared to his Mom’s health food. Danny was still in his pajamas when Jake arrived. They made their way into the bathroom, closed the door, and pulled out the scale. Danny decided to make a show of it. He unbuttoned his pajama top and pulled his waist band to just above his private parts. He turned sideways to the mirror and stuck out and stroked his bare belly. As he prepared to step on the scale, he cautioned that the braces on his wrist and ankle each weighed a couple of pounds. Jake agreed to give him a five pound allowance. Finally, Danny stepped on the scale. The two best friends watched as the digital display flickered. Danny had to bend over to see it past his belly. The flickering stopped and a number appeared…164. “OK, subtracting five pounds, that’s 159. How much did you weigh before?” “At the doctor’s office I weighed 132.” “So you gained 27 pounds in about six weeks. Not surprising when I look at that gut.” Danny’s BMI had gone up from 19.5 to 23.5…from the lower end of the normal range to the upper end. “OK, now it’s your turn,” Danny said as Jake proceeded to strip down to his boxers. His boxers had slid down to below his belly exposing a substantially flabby paunch that had once been rock hard abs. The scale read 161, a gain of 17 pounds on his formerly lean 5’ 11” frame. “Looks like we’ve got a long way to go to get back into shape when those braces come off,” Jake said as he patted his belly one last time before getting dressed. Two weeks later, it was the day before the braces were to come off and the boys decided to have one last day of stuffing themselves silly. It started with a big breakfast and ended with a pile of donuts, with pretty much non-stop eating in between. Danny’s Mom was still happily feeding the boys. In her family, the motto was, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” The full round belly on Danny’s Dad was ample evidence of that. Jake’s Mom was a different story. Janine was becoming increasingly concerned about her son’s expanding waistline. Jake had taken to wearing loose fitting t-shirts to help hide his girth. A light rain was falling on that last night of stuffing, and by the time Jake walked home in the rain his shirt was soaked. Janine was just heading to bed when Jake walked through the door with his wet shirt clinging to his overly bloated belly. She had to comment, “Oh, honey, what are you doing to yourself? You look like you swallowed a basketball?’ “Oh, Mom. I know.” He patted his belly. “We’re going to start getting back into shape tomorrow.” Janine just shook her head. Back at Danny’s house, he was in his room getting ready for bed. After getting undressed, he was reaching down to get his pajamas out of his dresser drawer, causing his swollen belly to bulge out even farther, when he caught his naked profile in the mirror. He stood up to get a better look and said to himself, “Holy crap, I am a fat pig.” Standing naked in front of the mirror he began sticking out his belly, sucking it in, and just standing natural…looking at it from all angles. Although his belly was stuffed from eating all day, the layer of flab was pliable and jiggled when he slapped it. As he massaged his belly, an erotic current seemed to course through his body, and very quickly he was fully erect. A touch to his penis sent off another wave of pleasure. A few stokes while watching in the mirror and he quickly reached an intense orgasm. Fully spent he flopped on the bed and wiped the load off his belly. After a few minutes, he was overcome by the desire for more food. He slid on his pajama pants to just belly his belly and pulled on his top, leaving it unbuttoned with his belly fully exposed. He poked his head out the door of his room to make sure his parents were asleep. The house was dark as he crept down to the kitchen. There he found a bag with a half dozen donuts, a large slice of chocolate layer cake and a carton of milk. All of which he scooped up and took to his room. Once there he opened up his computer and began some research while munching on donuts and drinking milk. What was this forbidden erotic attraction to eating and getting fat? A few minutes of searching led him to the Curvage and Fantasy Feeder sites…pictures, videos, stories, forums…wow. By the time he was fully spent, it was almost sunrise and he had pleasured himself four more times. The next day at the doctor’s office, the braces came off and Danny got weighed one final time. The nurse who weighed him blinked at the numbers on the scale and looked back and forth between the scale and the numbers on her chart. “It says here that you weighed 132 two months ago and now the scale says 166. So…you’ve gained 34 pounds. Would you step off and on again?” Danny did and this time the the scale read 167. Danny just patted his belly and said, “Mom’s good cooking. Danny was cleared to begin physical therapy and light cycling. It was hard at first, but two weeks later, Danny and Jake were spending their days cycling up and down the hills around town. By mid-fall they were back down two within five pounds of their original weights. Neither one ever lost those last five pounds. Part 3: Going Separate Ways When it came time to apply for college, Danny and Jake both sought out schools with bike racing as a sport. Danny had the better grades and the racing medals and so not only got into the college of his choice, but was awarded a full athletic scholarship. Jake got accepted at a lesser school but without a scholarship. However, fate intervened in the name of a lovely Italian-American girl name Maria. Jake and Maria had flirted with each other all throughout high school, but during senior year it became more serious. They dated steady through senior year and after graduation decided to get married. Maria’s family had deep traditions, and it was clear, if he wanted to be with Maria, it was going to have to be through marriage. Maria’s father had emigrated from Italy to the States with his parents as a boy. He owned and operated the family olive oil business. Shortly after Jake and Maria married, a long term plan was hatched. Jake would on be day take over the family business. To that he would have to spend three years in the old country learning the business of tending the olive trees, harvesting the olives and producing, bottling and shipping the oil. So, the day came at the end of the summer when the best buddies, who had been nearly inseparable for eighteen years, had to say goodbye, at least for the foreseeable future. Jake and Maria flew off to Italy and Danny packed up his bicycles and went off to college. They kept in touch by phone, text, email, and social media but didn’t see each other in person for nearly three years. Jake was able to come home for vacations during the summers, but Danny was always off at some cycling event. Danny came home for holidays, but they were always busy times in the olive oil business. During this time, there was on consistent message from Jake: the food in Italy is great! Maria is a great cook. They ate at a great restaurant. They got all fresh food at the local market. They get fresh bread everyday from a bakery downstairs. On and on it went. Danny’s messages to Jake were more like the following. I came in second at the latest bike race. My professor is great. My professor is and asshole. My professor doesn’t know what she is doing. Part 4: The Reunion -- Coming Soon --

Both, SWG, Feeding, Romance - Tony is proud that at 30 he can still fit into jeans he wore in high school, until he meets Angie. This is the first part of a reimaging of a classic WG story originally authored by Billedmeup with his permission. Once the original story has been rewritten, I'll be creating new sequels with the intention of making it a series similar to the Jamie's Tummy series by the great Big Beautiful Dreamer on the old dimensions forum. Anyways this is the first time I'm posting a story WG related, so critiques are welcome! Part One: Thirty Today Tony reached into his closet and blindly searched around until his fingers brushed against the familiar fabric of his old high school jeans. They were unmistakably well worn and soft, the faded blue denim showing signs of age. He pulled them out and held them up, examining them carefully. They looked just as he remembered them - the same slim fit and tapered legs. He grinned to himself, remembering all the memories he had had in those jeans and feeling proud he could still wear them after all these years. With a deep breath, Tony stepped into the jeans and pulled them up over his legs. As expected, they easily slid up without too much resistance, hugging his legs comfortably. However, when he tried to button them up, he realized they were a bit more snug than he remembered. He sucked in his stomach and tried again, but the button stubbornly refused to go through the hole. Tony frowned, his excitement at wearing his old jeans turning to frustration. Finally, after a couple more failed attempts, he was able to get them buttoned and zipped up. Tony wondered if the jeans had shrunk a bit from hanging in the closet all year. He frowned, trying to remember if he made sure to set the dryer to delicate the last time he had them washed. After a minute or so wondering, he shook his head dismissively. Whatever, despite the additional effort, his 32-inch waist jeans from high school still fit 12 years later, so his annual ritual was still intact. After slipping on a black tee-shirt, Tony walked over to the mirror and checked his reflection. Tony stood just a couple of inches under six feet and weighed 165 pounds the last time he checked, making him fit and trim. He ran his fingers through his black wavy hair, pleased that it was still thick and his hairline ’t receded. Satisfied with his hair, he quickly shaved his five o’clock shadow before inspecting his face. His face unlined and his skin smooth, giving him a youthful appearance. Tony attributed his looks to his regular workouts at the neighborhood gym. Three or four times a week, he would hit the weights and work up a decent sweat running a couple of miles on the treadmill. He didn’t really watch what he ate, but he didn’t indulge to much of an excess either. Being a bachelor, his refrigerator was often empty, save for leftover takeout and, of course, beer. For breakfast, he would usually grab a bagel with cream cheese and a coffee at the café in the lobby of his office building. Lunch was almost always fast food; Tony was partial to a New York slice, but any deli sandwich would do just as well. Finally, dinner consisted normally either was of a bowl of cereal or a frozen TV dinner. Tony was many things, but a chef wasn’t one of them and these days, enjoying a home-cooked meal was limited to Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner with his folks. Until earlier this year, working as a Service Representative for a local manufacturing company kept him pretty active with daily site visits to his clients sites all across the city. Of course, things for Tony changed with a promotion to a management position. His new sedentary desk job with added stress, regular business lunches with customers and almost daily afternoon meeting complete with coffee and donuts, had added a few excess pounds to his middle. While he knew he had gained a bit of weight, he was in denial about just how much and paid it little attention. After all, it was only a few pounds, right? Dressed and washed up, Tony grabbed a light jacket and headed out of his bachelor apartment and into the cool spring evening air. It was Friday night, and he had the entire weekend ahead of him. After a night out, he planned on relaxing and taking it easy, maybe catching up on some sleep or gluing himself to the TV. As he walked down the street, he couldn’t help but feel a little pleased with himself. He kept his lean figure through lots of hard work and discipline and his old high school jeans were the proof. As Tony walked into the dimly lit pub, the omnipresent smell of beer and fried food filled his nostrils. The raucous laughter and chattering of patrons washed over him as he made his way to his usual booth. When Tony arrived, his buddy Mike and Mike's wife Olivia were already seated with an empty beer pitcher and a second nearly empty pitcher gave testimony to the fact that they had gotten a head start to the festivities. When Mike noticed the guest of honor had arrived, he quickly poured the remaining beer into a glass and presented it to Tony. “Happy birthday buddy! Take a seat and grab some wings. Tony grabbed the beer with a thankful nod and checked out the table, spotting the messy basket of chicken bones. “Guess we got a little hungry waiting for you,” Olivia said with a chuckle before continuing. “Don’t worry, we’ll order more.” Mike gave Tony the once over. “Let me guess, your high school jeans?” “Yep, they still fit.” “I think Mike still has a pair of jeans from high school,” Olivia snickered, “But he hasn’t worn them in a while.” She punctuated her point with a playful jab to her husband’s bulging middle. “And whose fault is that?” Mike mumbled, glancing down at his belly bulging out of his tight jeans. “Couldn't be me.” She replied innocently. “I just always cook meals I know my husband will love. I don't think I ever forced you to eat anything.” As Mike and Olivia light-heartedly went back and forth, Tony took a moment to survey his friend. In the four years that since he’s shacked up with Olivia, it appeared Mike had put on at least fifty pounds. Tony thought little of it at first; it was normal for guys to pack on a few pounds when they got into a relationship. His buddies' ballooning weight was hard to miss lately, Tony seriously wondered how Mike was able to fit in the booth. His expanded beer belly looked like it was practically devouring the table. ‘Mike what the hell happened to you?’ Tony thought. ‘I got to say something before he’s too far gone.’ Shortly after coming to the conclusion that he should broach the subject, Olivia created an opportunity by announcing she was going to head over to the ladies’ room. As she began to move away, Tony got a glimpse of her backside. ‘Clearly, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.’ thought Tony as he looked her up and down. Her still dainty ankles and calves gave way to wide hips and chubby thighs that rubbed together as she walked away. Her bubble butt had also grown bubblier and wider, each cheek jiggling under her tight skirt as she walked. As soon as his buddy’s bulging bride was out of earshot, Tony wasted no time, “Look, Mike, I’m going to be honest with you. You’ve gotten fat.” Mike opened his mouth to protest, but Tony cut him off. “No man, hear me out. I worry about you, buddy. You’ve really let yourself go.” Mike again tried to say something, but Tony wouldn’t let him get a in word edge-wise. “You really ought to do some sit-ups and start eating right or else you won’t even be able to tie your own shoes!” Tony let the silence stretch out to emphasize his point before he continued. “You used to run a five-minute mile. Now I look at you and I can’t imagine you being able to even run one lap around the pub without getting winded.” “Okay man, knock it off. Last time I checked, neither of us is playing on the Giants!” Mike shot back. Tony leaned in closer. “Yeah, but you still need to take care of yourself.” Mike snorted and patted his belly for emphasis. “Olivia takes care of me. She’s a great cook, and she always makes sure I’m well fed.” “You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” Tony retorted before Mike cut him off. “Look Tony, one day you’re gonna settle down, then you’ll know what I’m talking about.” “Nah man, not me. I’m living the good life.” He emptied the contents of the pitcher into his glass before getting in one more jab. “Think we should find a booth you can actually fit into?” Truth be told, the “good life” was pretty solitary these days. Over his twenties, he had a few relationships that obviously hadn’t worked out. These days, companionship was limited to the occasional one-night stand with girls that he either picked up at the bar or met at the gym. Soon, another pitcher arrived, and Tony topped up his glass. All the talk of weight and his relationship status was wearing on him, and he needed another drink to unwind. After taking a swig, he unzipped his jacket, took it off, and hung it over the back of the booth. His jacket gone, Mike noticed for the first time that Tony was sporting a bit of a paunch himself. It collected around his mid-section, pushing out slightly over the top of his belt. The tight black tee shirt he wore did little to conceal his belly pressed firmly against the fabric. While there was no debating the fact that Mike had ballooned over the years, it seemed as though his fit friend wasn’t completely immune to the effects of a slowing metabolism. “What are you looking at?" Tony asked, feeling as though he was on the receiving end of the judgement for a change. “Nothing,” replied Mike, taking the high road. ‘Well, if Mr. Perfect doesn’t have a chink in his armor,’ he thought, smiling to himself.