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Silly, unrealistic story... I previously had it posted in short stories, but since I decided to add to it, I think it deserves to stand on its own... ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Family Curse I couldn’t fall asleep, rolling in my bed, pondering. I was nervous. Tomorrow was my twenty fifth birthday and in my family it was kind of a big deal. If you were woman that is. Every female, as far as anyone could remember, seemed to blow up after reaching this age. It didn’t matter how slim and skinny you were before, there seemed to be no escape from this fate. I was determined to be the one to change it, to be the exception from the rule. I didn’t spend hours upon hours in the gym just to let my toned athletic figure disappear. I worked too hard to get my rock hard abs and there was no way I would let it go in vain just because of some stupid family diagnosis. Mom called it a family curse, but surely there was nothing like that. The fact they all became lazy gluttons can hardly be considered a curse… I was sure that if I just maintained my current regime then nothing wrong could happen. Reassured by my reasoning I drifted into sleep. I woke up starving, hungrier than I ever was before. Could there really be something real about it? No, that’s silly. I’m sure it’s just in my head. I ate a banana as my breakfast and ignored the unsatisfied rumbles coming from my stomach. Weirdly enough, even the single piece of fruit made me look a bit bloated. “That’s it, I’m going to the gym! That will show you!” One intense workout and shower later, I was sitting in my car, ready for the long ride to my childhood home. Home… I haven’t been at home since Christmas three months ago. With all that was going around at work it seemed like ages ago and I was quite excited to see the rest of my family, even though they could be a lot to handle sometimes, especially my sisters. “Happy birthday, honey!” My mom greeted me with a big squishy hug as soon as I stepped out of my car. My mom was a short woman barely over five feet tall, but what she missed in height she made up for in width. Her large bosom rested on top of her well-fed middle, but her biggest asset must have been her huge bottom and her wide hips that couldn’t be described as anything else than motherly. Despite being massively overweight, her weight must have been near to 300 pounds, and having a big lifetime jubilee around the corner, my mom was still quite youthful and beautiful. “Hey, mom.” “How was the travel?” My mom asked. I let out a sigh. “Pretty exhausting actually.” “Did you have lunch?” “No.” I shook my head. “Oh, you must be starving!” She said, her filled with concern. “Come on inside, your sisters are already here as well, but there still should be some food.” At the thought of food my annoying stomach let out a demanding growl. Mom went into the kitchen, but I couldn’t follow her, because of a wobbly figure that ran towards me. “Hey Kelly! Happy birthday!” Two soft arms wrapped around my firm lean body. “Hi Courtney.” I planted a kiss on the shorter girl’s forehead. Nineteen years old Courtney was the baby of the family and was the only sibling that still lived with our parents. When she released me from her tight embrace, I could take a better look at her. Courtney was as far as I can remember always chubby, being the only member of the family that didn’t stay slender until reaching twenty five. Looking at her now I was amazed how much she managed to change in those few months I haven’t seen her. The previously chubby teen was heading straight into the fat territory. Fortunately for her the biggest portion of the weight was located on her chest. Courtney’s huge boobs were each bigger than her entire head and they completely overshadowed her pudgy tummy. “Oh my god, look at you!” I exclaimed looking at her breasts. Courtney took it as an incentive to proudly stick out her chest, straining her button down blouse to its limit. The buttons creaked under the huge pressure from her jiggly mounds, but held. I’ve always been pretty proud of my looks, but comparing my meager B cups with the watermelons attached to my little sister’s chest made me self-conscious. “Where are Amber and Cheryl?” I asked Courtney in order to distract my mind from feelings of inadequacy, even though I already knew what the answer to my question will be. “Oh, they’re stuffing their faces in the living room. As always.” Mom emerged from the kitchen bearing a plate with two of her infamous hamburgers. Don’t get me wrong, they were delicious, but they were so big and filled with so many calories, it would make your eyes pop out of your head. I’ve never been able to finish even one of those things. “Here you go honey. I’m sorry I couldn’t save more for you. Those two,” she motioned her head towards the living room. “They’re like acid! I even had to send your dad to get more food!” “Thank you. It looks heavenly.” Courtney stared at my burgers with her mouth watering. “Here.” I offered. “Take one. There’s no way I would eat both of them.” Courtney didn’t need any convincing and immediately grabbed one burger off of my plate and started to cram it into her mouth like if she was afraid that someone would take it from her. Remembering our two older sisters were in the next room, it made some sense actually. I took a bite of my burger, already imagining how much time I will have to spend in gym to make up for it. “Oh look, it’s Twiggy.” Said Amber, my eldest sister, while she was pointing her fat arm in my direction. “Hey Twiggy.” Cheryl mumbled with her mouth full and with burgers in each hand. She didn’t even bother turning her head to face me, too occupied with stuffing hamburgers into her greedy mouth. It was quite shocking display even though I was fully aware of what I’ll find. Amber and Cheryl were sitting on a three-seated couch that was crying for mercy, with they’re huge asses and thunder thighs pressing against each other. Just three months ago the 29 years old Amber was significantly larger than Cheryl, but now it seemed that the 27 years old glutton managed to close the gap between them. And by the look of how was Cheryl eating, it wouldn’t take long before she was the fattest in the family. That was another thing about the crazy family gene or whatever it was. Once you reached a certain point you simply stopped gaining. Amber seemed to have reached this point already, while Cheryl was still piling pounds upon pounds like there was no tomorrow. Amber and Cheryl seemed to be about the same size, there were big differences however between how their respective weights were distributed. While they both inherited mom’s large booty, the rest of Amber’s weight was quite evenly spread across her more than 500 pound body. Cheryl on the other hand carried most of her weight in her truly gargantuan gut. “Can’t you move your fat ass a little?” Cheryl turned to Amber. “You’re taking too much space!” “You’re taking just as much space as I do! It’s this stupid couch. It’s way too small!” Amber retorted. “You guys realize that three people are supposed to fit on it comfortably, right?” I remarked, hiding my disgust. “Shut up, Twiggy!” Amber and Cheryl shouted in unison. The whole family sat around the table. Eight chairs for six people. Both Amber and Cheryl were using two chairs to contain their extensive posteriors. I sat between Amber and Mom. The biggest part of the table was taken by a giant cake with twenty five candles on it. “Come on, I want that cake. Just blow out those fucking candles already!” Cheryl shouted impatiently. “Language!” Mom scolded her. “I won’t be tolerating such language underneath my roof! If I’ll hear anything like that again, you won’t get cake at all!” She warned her sternly. Mom turned to me. “Make a wish, honey.” Her voice changed from harsh into soft and sweet in a fraction of a second. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. No curse, please. I don’t want to end up like them. I blew out the candles. *** I looked down at my half naked body and sighed. Only a month have passed since my birthday and I couldn’t see my abs anymore. Instead, I had this soft paunch oozing over the waistband of my pants. Fifteen stupid pounds found its way on my once tiny body. The worst about it was that I didn’t even change my diet or anything! Despite having hungry pangs all day long, I never gave in to my cravings, never succumbed to the temptation. Not even once. And what was my reward? Fifteen fucking pounds! “This fucking curse is ruining my life!” I shouted to the empty apartment. “Why me?!” I knew I was going to regret it sooner or later, but I had enough of this. If I was going to be fat no matter what I’ll do, I might as well enjoy the ride. I picked up my phone. “I’d like to place an order. One pepperoni, One quattro formaggi and one prosciutto. No, make it two of each actually. No, I’m not having a party! I’m getting fat!” Slice by slice I made my way through the huge meal in front of me, eating with inhuman gusto. I couldn’t believe how long I have denied myself from gorging like this. I was wondering if the years of watching my diet to remain skinny were really worth it. I was bloated. My belly protruded in front of me as if I was pregnant, but I didn’t care anymore. A satisfied gurgle sounded from my stomach. “You think you had enough, do you?” I talked to my swollen stomach. “No, no, honey. I’m only just beginning. You’ll be begging me to stop before I’m done with you!” I picked up my phone again. “Yeah, it’s me again. Yes, I am aware that I just ate six large pizzas. Yeah, I guess it’s pretty unusual. Can I place the order now? Great. Ok, so I’ll have the same order as last time, just add some bread sticks as well. A lot of them actually. Thanks.” I woke up the next day spilling out of my underwear. I ran my delicate fingers all over my body, noticing how much softer it was. How pleasant it felt to touch it. I kneaded the protruding belly with both of my hands. It felt so good! For years I worried about gaining weight, but now when I did I felt incredible. Why was I so afraid of it? I put on stretchy clothes and headed out to get some breakfast. A month ago I was so determined to stay thin to fight the fate of my family, but now? Now I had a very different goal in my mind… *** Today was my twenty sixth birthday and I’ve just arrived to my parent’s house. I was… avoiding the rest of my family for the whole year. Sure, I stayed very much in contact with them, but I made sure not to meet with any of them in person. Today was the day to see them all again, the day they would see ME. I wanted to shock them and looking at myself, I was pretty sure I would. I was fat. I struggled to get out of the car and there was no surprise in that, I was quite frankly too fat for it. Even with the seat moved as much back as it could go, my gut and boobs were still pressing against the steering wheel. I didn’t know how much weighted, but I knew that the car sighed in relief when I finally managed to get out of it. I slowly walked towards the entrance to the house. All the muscles I acquired during my slim days found their use in getting my extreme weight into motion. Thanks to my previous disciplined lifestyle I was able to walk quite easily. The issues I had were caused more by my size rather than by my weight. Step by step I had to waddle to the door, because of my massive thighs rubbing against each other so much and my gut slapping against them didn’t help either. I lifted my meaty arm, larger than most people’s legs, and rang the bell. Couple of seconds later my mom opened the door. “Hey hon- Oh my!” It took me a few moments to navigate my large body through the door frame, but I was getting quite experienced with this issue and so it didn’t take me too long. “Mom, could I get something to eat? I’m kinda peckish.” I said stroking my soft middle. “Of course honey.” “Could you please bring it to the living room? Thanks.” This year I made sure to be the first “child” to arrive. After all I had to make sure I’ll have enough to eat. Recently my appetite went crazy… I haven’t felt full in almost three months and I was going to try to change it today. I sat down on the good old three-seated couch. It groaned and whined as my booty sank into its cushions. Quick look sideways revealed I filled almost two thirds of the couch. I smiled to myself. I’m bigger than Amber and Cheryl were last year! Although I think I’m a bit more bottom than them… After a little while my mom appeared carrying a tray with a huge pile of her giant burgers on top of it. With my expert eye I estimated that a normal family could have live off them for a number of weeks, maybe even months. Probably months. I definitely wasn’t normal at this stage in my life. “Thanks for the appetizers, mom. Can’t wait for the main course!” As the day progressed, one by one my sisters started to arrive. Courtney was the first to turn up. Let’s say she was quite taken aback when she realized who I was. “Oh my god! You’re huge!” Courtney exclaimed. “Thanks. You don’t look so small yourself.” It was true. Courtney’s previously huge bosom seemed to have expanded even further, still overshadowing the rest of her body, even though she was sporting pretty impressive gut herself. She must have been nearing the big 300 just like mom. Amber was next to waddle in and it seemed like she wasn’t too happy to find someone else in her spot. “Oh my god, Cheryl. You fat bitch, there’s not enough space next to your giant ass anymore!” “I’m sorry Amber. I’m not Cheryl though…” Amber’s jaw dropped. “Twiggy?!” I laughed. “I guess I’m not Twiggy anymore either.” “How the fuck did this happen?!” Amber exhaled in disbelief. “Language!” Mom shouted from the kitchen. Last to arrive was Cheryl and we heard her before we saw her. She was panting heavily, her legs barely able to carry her extraordinary weight. To make things worse, her giant middle fell all the way down to her knees. “Amber, if you’ll even think about sitting on the couch than I’ll kick your ass!” Cheryl shouted while she was struggling to make her way into living room. “I don’t think I’ll be your problem today.” Amber laughed from her spot on two chairs put together. “Kelly on the other hand…” Cheryl waddled into the living room and rested her gut upon a table with sigh of relief. The table groaned underneath the immense weight. “Get out Twiggy. I’m the fattest, I sit on the couch.” Cheryl announced, still failing to look my way. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be so sure about that either. You look about the same size.” Amber remarked pointing at me. Cheryl finally looked at my expanded form. “How the hell did you get so fat?!” I just shrugged. “Alright there’s only one way how to solve this. Courtney, bring the scale!” Cheryl commanded. “Are you sure this is a good idea? This scale only goes up to six hundred.” Courtney said worryingly. “Do you have a better idea?” Courtney shook her head making her impressive chest wobble. Cheryl took a deep breath and carefully stepped on the scale. “What does it say?” “598” Amber announced. “Your turn Kelly.” Hours and hours spend by eating took its toll on me and I struggled to lift my fat bottom off the couch. “Just give me a sec.” I tried to stand up, but failed. “Can you give me a hand?” I tried to look down at the scale, but I couldn’t see anything but my soft body. “So? What does it say.” “Error.” Cheryl exhaled in defeat. The whole family sat around the table. Nine chairs for six people. I couldn’t help but smile, seeing that not even two chairs managed to contain my growing posterior. Only Amber sat next to me this year. The biggest part of the table was taken by a giant cake with twenty six candles on it. Looking around the table there was no denying that the family curse was running strong. In fact it seemed that it was getting stronger. I watched Courtney digging into her second slice of cake. She was only 20 and she was attacking 300 pounds already. “Can you imagine,” I said to the silence disturbed only by munching, “how big will Courtney get when the curse hits her?” *** Three pairs of strong arms helped me out of the truck as I was too big to get out on my own. “Thanks guys.” I breathed heavily from exertion. “See ya tomorrow.” I slowly waddled towards the entrance to my parent’s house. With my every step my whole body quivered. I was absolutely massive. My huge gut hanged just inches above the ground. It was a wonder that I still remained moveable. Although it did look like my mobility would be thing of a past pretty soon. In the last year I haven’t missed a single family celebration at my parent’s house, because I knew that every single one could have been the last. The thought of missing a single chance I have left to spend time with my mother’s cooking simply wasn’t acceptable. As sad as it made me, in my heart I knew this was my last visit. In the last twelve months I managed to double in weight and I still wasn’t showing any signs of stopping my gain. My parent’s during the year renovated the house, enlarging the size of every door. It made me feel kind of bad that despite their effort I still struggled to get through them… Just like last year I tried to be the first to turn up, but this year Courtney beat me to it. When I arrived Courtney was already stuffing her face on the couch, but as soon as she heard my thunderous steps, she moved her 400 pound top-heavy figure out of the way. Happily I let my body fall onto the couch. Loud CRACK sounded through the room and the piece of furniture squealed in agony. My heart stopped and I was worried that it would fall apart underneath me. Fortunately nothing happened. I breathed out a huge sigh of relief. I was probably lucky that I wasn’t putting my whole weight onto the poor sofa with my gut resting on the floor. I remembered the couch as a place of comfort, but I couldn’t quite enjoy sitting on it as much as I did in the past. Three months ago at Christmas I filled its entire seat, but know… “I can’t believe how small this couch is getting.” I complained, my squishy body spilling over the armrests. “I don’t think the size of the couch is the problem here.” Courtney muttered under her breath. “Would you please bring me some food Courtney?” Loud rumble sounded throughout the entire house. “I’m starving.” I wasn’t really bothered by how fat I had become, the opposite was true actually, but there still was one thing I minded very much. I couldn’t even remember the last time when I wasn’t hungry. Despite spending almost every waking moment eating, I simply couldn’t eat enough to properly fill my stomach. The more I ate, the fatter I grew. The fatter I grew, the more food I needed to consume. It was an endless circle. The whole family sat around the table. Eleven chairs for six people. Four chairs struggled to contain my fat bottom, creaking underneath my weight. This year I sat alone, no one else would fit on my side of the table. The biggest part of the table was taken by a giant cake with twenty seven candles on it. Looking around the table I couldn’t help but smile. Everyone looked so small compared to me! Just two short years ago Amber and Cheryl seemed huge, but now? Now I was bigger than the two of them combined. And I loved it.

I decided to post here some short stories that I wrote. I would like to point out that they're usually quite silly and unrealistic.

This is a story written in batmans RP-rule-system. I move it here for easier reading and hope for your input and ideas - if anyone else than batman wants to interact with my story too, feel free to send me a dm! The plot so far in shortest shortness: Elyna is taken as a pawn to guarantee her peoples subservience to their new duchess of the land they settle on. During her first dinner at the castle the elf Elyna gravely insults her overweight hosts and triggers heavy consequences for herself... The rules can be found here:

link to audio version Hey babe, I made you a salad like we talked about, and before you say anything, I know- What are you doing? No, what are you doing, what were you just buying? Because I recognize the Amazon logo when I see it? Oh, don't play dumb, it was on the screen for like, 10 seconds after you heard me walk in, you know your fat little fingers aren't quick enough to close the tab before I saw. What were you ordering? It was not nothing! You were buying something, show me. Because it's been like two weeks of trying to get you to eat healthier and you’ve been cheating on your diet at every possible turn, I know you were getting some type of food or something. Oh, you were? Yea right, lemme see. Lemme see! Do you forget we share an account? I’m just gonna go on my phone and check what you put in the cart. Oh now you have protests, I knew it was something. No, I’m gonna check, I don't care what you...you can't be serious. Babe, you can't be serious. I was expecting you to be trying to buy more snack multi-packs. Bulking protein powder? Weight gain powder. Yes it is weight gain powder, we both know you aren't starting your fitness journey. You can barely waddle to the fridge anymore, even with my help. The fact that you’re doing this behind my back when I’m trying to get some of this weight off you so you can actually leave the bed for once, this is so… it's so… it's crazy! It's insane that you’re lying, and it's even more insane that you’re actually trying to gain more weight. Look at yourself! You’re just a mound of blubber, you literally can't go anywhere or do anything without my help and you wanna gain more weight? More? When you’ve gained hundreds of pounds since I've known you? Oh don’t give me that shit, stop deflecting. Yea, I encouraged you in the beginning, but you loved all this just as much as I did. You were already curious about all this and I just helped you lean into it, but that was then. That was back when you just had a little gut and you ordered two fast food meals at a time, that was when you could still go for a walk, still fit in the car. When you were a regular person. And you went from chubby, to fat, to obese, to fucking enormous so quickly I could barely blink. Lecture you? I’m not lecturing you! And honestly, somebody needs to! Are you actually that addicted to stuffing your face and piling on blubber that you’re ordering weight gain powder behind my back when I’m just trying to help you? And, and what was even your plan? Honestly, tell me what your plan was, cause we both know I do everything for you. We both know you’re way too heavy to waddle to the front door to get the package on your own, much less navigate all that bulk around the kitchen while you tried to make your little drink. We both know it takes my full strength just to help you struggle to your feet and even that's not enough anymore. I’ve been hitting the gym like crazy but you’re just getting too fat for me to even help you, what am I supposed to do with that? You’re a pig. No, I don’t mean it in a hot way, read the fucking room! I'm yelling cause I’m angry, you act like just because I’m basically your full-time caretaker at this point that I can’t get angry. You’ve been…consumed. I'm serious. Consumed entirely by your greed and your appetite, literally and figuratively. All you think about anymore is food. We never have a conversation that doesn't revolve around you begging for more like an overfed pet looking for treats, it's clearly all you think about! It's all you want! You used to have hobbies, you used to have interests. Now all you have, all you are, is fat. It's taken over your brain. And don't get me started on your body. When you agreed to all this in the beginning you said you’d gain 30 pounds max. 30 pounds! Does this look like 30 pounds to you? Do all of these swollen rolls of fat piled on your sides that slope into that bulging, overfed gut that literally pushes past your knees look like 30 pounds to you? You have fat rolls on your thighs and your arms, you have a triple chin and no neck, you barely even look like a person anymore. You look like a pile of lard someone poured onto that bed and forgot about, that's how you look. Oh my god, it doesn't matter what I like! It doesn't matter what my fantasies are, this is about your health. This is about your life! You don't even have one anymore, you just live to eat. You don't do anything that's not in the pursuit of getting more food, you don't say anything that isn't about more food, hell at this point I doubt you even have thoughts that aren't about food. I bet even your dreams are about food, I bet you dream about stuffing your face until you literally explode. That's how bad it's gotten. Until you're just a ball of fat with tubby arms and legs poking out of you. You do, don't you? What do you mean acting mad, I am mad. I did not want this! I didn't want this. Well…well, yea sometimes I'd tell you my fantasies about it. Sometimes we’d roleplay scenarios like this, pretend like you’d gotten too fat to move, but that's all it was supposed to be! Fantasies. Pretend. And I’ve tried to be supportive at whatever size you are but now I can't live my life because I have to take care of you. And it's not that I mind so much, I mean, you know I love you, but the fact that you agreed to reign it in a little, agreed to lose a few pounds to at least try and get your health under control, and you were just lying to me. And going behind my back. And the whole time you literally wouldn't be able to survive without me, you can't even get up! You can't even stand for a few seconds without starting to breathe all heavy, you can’t take a couple steps without your heart starting to race! And it was never about anything but your health, everything I do is always for you. Always. So yea, I’m mad. Cause it's selfish. At the end of the day, that's what it is. Well, what else would you call it? Someone who doesn't care about their own well-being is one thing, but the fact that you clearly don't care about mine either? That you want me to throw out my back trying to help you waddle to the bathroom because you’re addicted to stuffing your fat face? Stage 4 morbid obesity. That's what the doctor said, stage 4. He told you you were too fat for surgery, too fat for any medical intervention. He said if you don’t start losing weight it'll be either a heart attack or diabetes that takes you out, and you still can't control yourself. No, no, and it's more than a loss of control, you’re still actively trying to get bigger! It’s not like I caught you sneaking candy again, or ordering fast food, you were trying to buy gainer shakes. You were trying to buy something that doesn't even taste that good just cause it'll get you fatter faster. This is so- i'm getting madder the more i think about it, have you actually lost your mind? No, no, that's a genuine question, have you? Don’t get all red now, I want you to answer me. You’re real bold when you order gainer shakes that you knew I'd have to make for you, so be bold now, please. Nothing? Of course. Do you know how much I've spent on fat-proofing this house for you? The fatter you got, the more I had to do. First it was replacing all the arms with chairs, then it was buying studier wood, then moving us into the downstairs bedroom so you didn't have to spend literally 30 minutes struggling up them, huffing and puffing like you were running a marathon while your entire body jiggled uncontrollably. I mean god, it's one flight! You broke the toilet seat, you actually cracked the sink trying to plop your belly into it so you could reach into the medicine cabinet, and obviously the most expensive and pointless thing was the frickin couch. I had to replace it with an extra wide model with a galvanized steel frame, then you got even fatter and decided you never wanna leave the bed. Our bed, by the way. Yes, it is necessary to clarify, cause I don't even get to use it anymore. You’re getting so close to the weight limit that I can't even sleep with you at night, I have to sleep upstairs or on the couch I spent a fortune on for your fat ass. And that doesn't even take into account the fact that I spend my day waiting on you hand and foot like you're some sort of plump, pampered royalty, it's seriously messed up. You didn't know I felt this way cause you never asked. All this, all this and you still wanna go behind my back and try to pile on more lard. Look at yourself! How is it not enough? How are you not satisfied? If you get any bigger you're gonna stop fitting through the doors. The frames already brush against your sides whenever I have to help you up. And there's no chance you could go sideways, that hanging gut bulges out so far you’d get wedged like an overfed fucking pig, and we both know you couldn't suck in if you tried. Soon I'm going to have to start buttering up your rolls just to get you out of this room, much less this house. I don't even know what to say to you right now. What? Are you serious? This has to be some super hilarious attempt at a joke right? You’re just trying to be funny? Why the fuck would you ask me for food right now. Why the fuck would you listen to everything I just told you and the first thing that comes out of your puffy, overstuffed face is to ask me for food. No you’re not hungry! Cause you haven't been hungry in years, you eat so constantly that you don’t even have the chance. Please? Please? You’re actually begging me for food right now. Begging me instead of acknowledging how much of a problem it is that you have to ask me for food because you can't get up of your own free will and get it yourself. You’re such a greedy, porky whale, you’re so fucking fat. You’re such a pig, I can't even believe you right now. You know what? Fine. Fine, I will get you some food, let's get you a huge fucking portion like you always get..... *I hope you enjoyed this snippet of this POV commission! You can check out the audio version for more:) Thanks so much for reading/listening!*