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This is me, all me this was me before feederism and little by little my transformation to a great woman i hope you enjoy Este soy yo, todo yo, este era yo antes del feederism y poco a poco mi transformación en una gran mujer espero que disfrutes

Hi, looking for a feedee in Kent or Sussex I’m based in Tunbridge Wells, drop me a message ☺️ If you want to know more

I’m 342 pounds and I’m looking for a feeder ! if any feeders would like to get to know each other you can kik me Lex0666. My weight has been fluctuating a lot due to either overeating or not eating enough. Hopefully I can find someone to fix that ☺️

Crackit Productions, an award-winning independent TV production company, are looking for people all across the UK to share their stories about life within the Feederism community for a new 2x60mins documentary series. Perhaps you are in a feeder / feedee relationship or involved in the online community and would like to shine a spotlight on a world that is often misunderstood? We are looking to tell the stories of both females and males, who are part of the Feederism community. Our past programmes include Channel 5’s ‘My Extreme OCD Life’, which was critically acclaimed by OCD charities and the press as showing the true picture of life with a condition that is often sensationalised. All the people that featured in the series were extremely happy with how they were portrayed and pleased with how sensitively the filming was carried out. We have a reputation for making documentaries that tackle sensitive subject matters – from hoarding through to mental health and obesity. ‘My Obese Life’ followed young people who were keen to tell their stories about their weight. Some were keen to lose weight whereas others were happy with their bodies and embraced the way they look – all stories were told in an aspirational way. We are keen to make a similar series looking at the real stories behind the world of Feederism. We'd love to chat with you, in confidence, please send an email to [email protected] or you can send me a direct message on here.

Hello! I am a male FA/Feeder living in Chile, looking for a female feedee either local or in other South American countries. I'd be happy to support her financially if necessary Feel free to message me if you fit the description! Take care

Inspired by Hansel and Gretel. Emily is betrayed by the people she loves most. But why? The story follows Emily from her 11th to her 18th birthday. Please bear in mind that Emily is a child at the beginning of the story (as were Hansel and Gretel) and this is in no way a sexual or fetish story. It should not be read as such! The pale pink curtains offered no resistance to the early morning sun which streamed through Emily's bedroom window, casting a warm, golden glow on her freckled cheeks. Today was her eleventh birthday, and she had been eagerly anticipating it for weeks. As her eyes slowly fluttered open, her heart danced with excitement, and a wide grin of pure delight stretched across her youthful face. "Happy birthday to me!" Emily whispered to herself, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. She scrambled out of her cosy bed, her small feet landing on the plush carpet with a soft thud. The room had been transformed into a colourful wonderland, adorned with balloons and streamers, thanks to the loving efforts of her mother, Abigail, and her Aunt Miranda. The sight filled her with glee. With unruly red hair and the same striking green eyes that she shared with Miranda, Emily had always been the centre of attention. She was her mother's pride and joy, the precious princess of Abigail's world. Emily's life had been relatively sheltered, and the absence of a father had never bothered her much. Her mother and Miranda had always been there to provide love, guidance, and the occasional adventure. Bounding down the staircase, Emily found her way to the kitchen, where the sweet aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies hung in the air. Abigail was busy at the stove, flipping pancakes and humming a birthday tune. Miranda sat at the kitchen table, blowing a puff of smoke from a cigarette and grinning at Emily. "Morning Miranda. Hey, Mum!" Emily greeted them, her excitement palpable. "What's for breakfast?" "Good morning, my beautiful birthday girl," Abigail replied with a warm smile. Her voice was tender and filled with love. "Today, you get to choose your own special breakfast. What would you like?" The prospect of selecting her own food sent another wave of excitement through Emily's heart, but a flicker of hesitation danced in her eyes. She longed for cakes, her all-time favourite treat, but she was cautious about asking for them. What if her mother denied her the sweet indulgence? Abigail, strict but fair, noticed the hesitation and understood her daughter's unspoken dilemma "You can choose anything. It's your birthday, so today, I'll make an exception. What's your heart's desire?" Emily couldn't hide her delight. "I'd love some cakes please, Mum," she said with a wide smile, and then nervously bit her lip, thinking her request would be refused. Abigail's just chuckled and said, "Cakes it is then, my sweet girl. I'll bring them right over.” Emily could not hide her happiness as she knew the day had started on the sweetest note. Before she could finish her breakfast, Abigail's phone rang. The conversation was brief, and Emily didn't catch many details, but when Abigail hung up, she had the biggest grin on her face. "Emily, I have wonderful news," Abigail said with genuine enthusiasm. "Your grandmother has offered to take you and Miranda to the county fair today as part of your birthday celebration." Emily was thrilled when she heard the news. She was about to embark on an adventure filled with joy and treats; a day that would celebrate her eleven years of life surrounded by the love of her family. This was turning out to be even better than she had imagined. The county fair was the perfect place for a birthday visit, and Emily couldn't contain herself when she thought of the thrilling rides, delicious food, and games with fabulous prizes. It was a place where precious childhood memories would be formed and she couldn't wait for her grandmother to arrive. Emily chatted with her mother and Aunt Miranda as she savoured the cakes. Miranda, sitting at the kitchen table with a cigarette in her hand, didn't share Emily's enthusiasm for the fair. As a typical moody teenage girl, Miranda's attitude was more subdued. She took a drag from her cigarette and cast a sidelong glance at Emily. "Do we really have to go to the fair, Em?" Miranda sighed, her teenage cynicism apparent in her voice. "Miranda, it's my birthday," Emily replied with a hint of exasperation, "and it's going to be so much fun! Please, for me?" "Alright, alright. We'll go. But only because it's your birthday." Miranda couldn't resist her niece's pleading eyes. With that settled, Emily, still brimming with excitement, quickly finished her cakes. She wanted to make the most of this special day. As she and Miranda prepared for their outing, Emily's room came alive with their camaraderie. The air was filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter. The two girls shared a unique bond, one that transcended the typical aunt-niece relationship. They were more like sisters sharing banter, secrets, dreams and girly giggles. Miranda helped Emily pick out a pretty dress for the day, offering fashion advice and suggestions as they raided her wardrobe. They playfully debated the choice of shoes and giggled about their shared love for a particular boy band. Emily cherished her aunt as a confidante and one of her best friends. The excitement in the air was palpable as they finally stepped out into the bright summer sunshine. Margaret, Emily’s grandmother, waited by the car with a beaming smile, her eyes filled with warmth. As Emily and Miranda approached, she hugged them both tightly, showering them with affection. "Happy birthday, Emily, my dear," Margaret said, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. "Today is your day, and we're going to make it unforgettable." The fairground was only a short drive away, but the anticipation mounted with every passing minute. The sun shone brightly in the sky and Emily gazed out of the car window at the picturesque landscape whizzing by. The summer meadows were a lush green, and the vibrant wildflowers swayed in the gentle breeze. The world outside was a colourful, magical place. "Wow, it's such a beautiful day!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Miranda shook her head in disbelief at Emily’s enthusiasm, but she could not help smiling. Margaret who was behind the wheel, also chuckled at her granddaughter's zest for life. "It certainly is, my love," she replied, her voice filled with affection. As they travelled, Margaret shared stories about her own visits to the county fair when she was a child, further fuelling Emily's anticipation. Finally, after what felt like forever, a dazzling spectacle of vibrant colours appeared on the horizon. The Ferris wheel stood tall against the clear blue sky, its bright carriages spinning gently. Emily willed the car to go faster; she felt like they were never going to arrive, but suddenly they were there surrounded by joyous music and enticing aromas. They parked the car and made their way to the entrance. The world within the fair was filled with delight and enchantment, and it was as if they had stepped into a wondrous realm. Emily stared wide eyed at the stalls adorned with toys and sweets, and sniffed deeply, inhaling the inviting scents of cotton candy and popcorn wafting through the air. The fairground games enticed visitors with the promise of winning big, and children's laughter filled the atmosphere. Emily's heart raced as she took in all the sights and sounds. She was determined to make the most of her special day. Rides of all shapes and sizes twirled around them and Emily's eyes sparkled with wonder. This world was a treasure trove of magic and delight, and she couldn't wait to experience it all. As they walked through the fairground, games with enticing prizes beckoned from every corner, but Emily grabbed Margaret's hand and tugged her toward the carousel, her laughter ringing through the air. Miranda followed, rolling her eyes at Emily's boundless enthusiasm that the fair was a place of endless possibilities, but for a moment, they were all caught in its spell and free to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. It was a riot of colour and sound; a space where laughter and joy seemed to come alive. Margaret, Emily, and Miranda strolled through the fairground, their senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the carnival. Emily's fascination with the fair was evident as she marvelled at the bright lights and whimsical rides. As the carousel whirled around, Emily couldn't have been happier, and her radiant smile and infectious laughter warmed the hearts of those around her. As soon as they stepped off the carousel, Emily's eyes turned to the array of snacks and junk food stalls nearby. The sugary aroma of candyfloss and the savoury scent of fried treats seemed to call to her, and the temptation was difficult to resist. "Can I get some candyfloss, Grandma?" Emily asked, her green eyes shining with eagerness. Margaret, always attentive to her granddaughter's wishes, nodded with a smile. "Of course, dear. It's your special day. Have as much as you like." With a joyful skip in her step, Emily bounded over to the stall, and the vendor quickly spun a vibrant cloud of sweet, pink confection onto a stick. As the family continued to explore the fair, Margaret's watchful eyes had already picked up on something: Emily's fascination with the tempting array of snacks. Margaret watched closely, noting her granddaughter's attraction to the junk food and the treats that promised instant gratification. Funnel cakes, with their powdered sugar topping, were impossible to resist, and Emily devoured one with glee. Margaret, unable to deny her precious granddaughter anything on her special day, looked on with fondness. The fair was a place where indulgence was the norm, but for Margaret, it was also an opportunity for something bigger. She began to make plans even though they remained concealed for now. The rides, each more exhilarating than the last, captivated Emily's adventurous spirit. She gleefully soared through the sky on the Ferris wheel, her laughter carrying in the wind. The thrilling roller coaster had her clinging to Margaret's hand while shrieking with delight. Meanwhile, Miranda looked around, her mood still somewhat subdued despite the festive atmosphere. She couldn't help but notice the disapproving glance her mother shot her way every time she lit a cigarette. Miranda's eyes followed the rising plumes of exhaled smoke as her thoughts seemed to drift. She had moved out of Margaret's home at a young age, seeking refuge from a physically abusive stepfather. The reasons behind this traumatic period of her life remained unclear to Miranda, and a source of resentment and confusion. She didn't understand why her mother had allowed it, and smoking was, in part, an act of rebellion against Margaret's authority. Margaret had voiced her concerns repeatedly about Miranda's habit, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears; the more she complained, the more stubbornly Miranda clung to her cigarettes. Their strained relationship, riddled with unspoken grievances, cast the only shadow over the otherwise perfect day, and fortunately, Emily did not pick up on the tension between them. As the fair's enchanting lights began to twinkle in the evening, Emily's wide-eyed wonder remained undiminished. She ran from one attraction to the next, oblivious to the darkness that lurked beneath her innocent perception of the perfect family. This was a day of delights, a moment of joy that Emily cherished as she revelled in her family's love. The sun slowly dipped below the horizon and the fairground transformed into a dazzling wonderland of vibrant lights. It was a breath-taking sight that cast a magical glow over everything. The Ferris wheel became a radiant spectacle, the carousel a whirl of brilliant colours, and the food stalls glowed like beacons, tempting visitors with their mouth-watering offerings. Emily's eyes sparkled with a new kind of wonder as the fair's lights danced around her. Her day had been nothing short of perfect, filled with laughter, thrilling rides, and sweet treats. As they returned home, her exhaustion and contentment mingled into a sense of utter bliss. Once home, the family gathered around the dinner table. While Margaret, Emily and Miranda were at the fair, Abigail had been busy and a special birthday supper. The meal was Emily’s favourite dish: pasta with home-made tomato sauce generously covered with sprinkles of parmesan, and served with a side of garlic bread. The table was adorned with candles and decorations creating a festive atmosphere. Emily talked about her day and the family shared stories and laughter. The warmth of their love filled the room, reaching a peak when the birthday cake made a grand entrance. As the night wore on, Emily's yawns became more frequent, signalling her readiness for bed. "I think it's time for the birthday girl to get some rest. We'll finish clearing up here,” suggested Margaret, noticing her granddaughter's drooping eyelids. Emily nodded with a sleepy smile, feeling the weight of the day's excitement finally settling in. She gave her family goodnight hugs and kisses, then slowly climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Once Emily was tucked in and the house had settled into a quiet calm, Margaret knew it was time. There were secrets that had been concealed for far too long and a plan that would alter the course of all their lives had to be set in motion. She made a cup of tea and sat patiently in the dim, softly lit living room, waiting for the family to gather. Her mood was heavy with unspoken tensions and her face was set in a cold expression of determination. Margaret knew she needed to be persuasive, using the family's insecurities and fears to convince Abigail and Miranda that her plan was the only way forward. The stage was set for the unveiling of hidden intentions and the revival of a strategy that had remained in the shadows for many years, dormant, but never fully forgotten. When they joined her, sitting on the couch across the room, the silence was thick, and Miranda in particular felt the weight of the past pressing down upon her. Margaret began with a tone of quiet authority, her soothing voice masking her underlying determination. "We need to talk. It's time we addressed things that been left unsaid for far too long." She turned her gaze first to Abigail, her oldest daughter, and then to Miranda, who was much younger and had left her home at an early age, moving in with her sister. Margaret seemed to be studying them, looking for some weakness. When she spoke again, her voice was calm but persuasive; she sounded confident, whit the air of someone who had given every word great deal of thought. "Abigail," Margaret began, "you and I both know Emily's love for cakes and treats. It's time we use that to our advantage." Abigail frowned, her eyes filled with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. She did not like the sound of this remark, but listened intently as her mother continued. "Your modelling career was a dream you were forced to abandon when you became pregnant with Emily, and I know you've been living with that resentment ever since. This is your opportunity to seek revenge on the daughter who, unwittingly, ended your glamorous career." Margaret knew the bitterness that had simmered in her daughter for years needed an outlet, but would Abigail sacrifice her own daughter's happiness as revenge for these lost dreams? Margaret's tone grew darker and more manipulative. "We need to make Emily gain weight, but we will do it slowly, and she won't even realise it. You, you'll have a role in this, guiding her to indulge in the treats she loves so much." Abigail sighed. Emily was her Princess! Could she and should she punish her this way? Margaret, noticing her hesitation added with calculated persuasion, "This is your chance to get a taste of the power you could hold in the future, and you will get the opportunity to make Emily understand the price you paid for her existence. But you know how she craves those sweets and you'll be the one providing them. You are just giving your daughter exactly what she wants." Abigail looked down, her thoughts churning wildly, but the idea of controlling Emily's indulgence did give her a sense of satisfaction, however twisted. Margaret then turned to Miranda, knowing she needed both of her daughters to agree for the plan to work. "Miranda, your 18th birthday is approaching, and it's your chance to prove that you're a worthy part of this family." Miranda had been distant and rebellious for years, harbouring her own lack of self-esteem; her step-father had a lot to answer for. Margaret knew that Miranda couldn't help but wonder if her younger, more obedient niece would outshine her. "Emily shares her looks with you, but we both know she has that love of life that adds to her attractiveness. It is obvious that as she gets older, she will be considered the beautiful one!" Margaret continued casually. "However, if you, my dear, can help her gain weight, then you can protect your own attractiveness from being overshadowed." Miranda, whose heart was filled with bitterness towards Margaret, saw an opportunity to impress the mother she thought did not care for her, perhaps gaining back some form of acceptance. Margaret, sensing an advantage, leaned in and whispered, "You don't want Emily to outshine you, do you? If she gains a bit of weight, you won’t have to worry about that. You will be the star and the family will dote on you instead of her." Miranda's eyes glittered with a dark desire for affirmation and attention; the attention she always craved and felt was lacking. "What's in it for me though?" Miranda asked with a hint of greed in her voice while trying to hide insecurity in her eyes. "Well, there will be other rewards, for your cooperation too. There's a little something I have in mind for your upcoming birthday," Margaret added with a smile. “Eighteen is very special!” Miranda couldn't suppress her grin, and her excitement was palpable as Margaret continued to lay out the devious plan. “We'll begin by tempting her with those cakes she loves so much, but we must do it in moderation," Margaret whispered, her voice dripping with intrigue. "As her loving family, we will be ensuring that she's well-fed, but we'll do it in a way that doesn't raise suspicion. We must be slow and careful to keep it a gradual process. That way she won't even notice. Plus, Emily will adore all the extra treats. You'll see.” With the promise of reward and the appeal to their darker desires, Margaret was steadily winning over her daughters, forming a sinister alliance that would forever alter Emily's life. The darkness in the room thickened as their agreement sealed Emily's fate; their plan hidden beneath the veneer of a close-knit family. As Margaret drove home, her face bore a calculated smile; the only emotion showing which betrayed the excitement of her secret agenda. She had laid the foundation for her vision, determined to shape Emily into what she believed was necessary. The thrill of control coursed through her veins, overpowering any fleeting guilt. She had baited a hook and reeled in both Abigail and Miranda, making them her willing accomplices in this ominous plot. Later Abigail could not sleep. She laid in her bed wrestling with a guilt that threatened to consume her. She had moments of hesitation, recalling how innocent and full of life Emily was; how a simple trip to the fair could bring her such joy. Yet this same girl had unwittingly crushed Abigail’s dreams of a glamorous career with the responsibilities of motherhood. The bitterness once more surged to the forefront of her mind, offering just enough justification to quell the guilt she felt when considering what they were about to do to her daughter. Miranda, on the other hand, contemplated only her own future and her looming 18th birthday. She harboured a sense of dark satisfaction, believing she was securing her position as the centre of attention in the family and that fuelled her ambition. Miranda's desire to be the favourite overpowered any guilt, convincing her that the reward was worth the act, and she persuaded herself that the potential rewards far outweighed any moral misgivings. Each woman clung to their individual reasons, fears and desires, using them as shields to justify the treacherous path they had embarked upon, paving the way for Emily's life to take a disconcerting and dark turn. * * * Emily greeted the next morning with the same enthusiasm that had fuelled her special day. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and she hurriedly got dressed, ready to see her mother and Aunt Miranda. As it was a Sunday, offering the family an opportunity to spend time together again, Abigail suggested that they have a second birthday celebration for Emily and she had already called for Margaret to join them. There was a subtle change in their attitudes toward Emily; it was hardly noticeable, but it was there. Although she couldn't quite place it, Emily assumed it was a hint that she was growing up, Breakfast was a lively affair, filled with a variety of delicious foods that only enhanced Emily's excitement. The table was laden with treats, from pancakes with maple syrup to bacon, eggs, and muffins. The conversation flowed and Emily asked about plans for the day while Abigail and Miranda served her with heightened enthusiasm; they encouraged her to eat more than usual, playfully urging her to indulge in second helpings laying the groundwork for the days ahead. While Emily polished off her second plate of food, a feeling of fullness settled in her stomach. It was subtle but enough to keep her satisfied, and the anticipation of the day's activities beckoned her forward. Abigail, Margaret, and Miranda dedicated the entire day to Emily, exploring the park and zoo together and enjoying quality time as a family. Laughter filled the air as they explored the various exhibits, attended animal shows, and shared conversations. They basked in the simple joys of being together, cherishing the bonds that held them close. As the day came to an end, they returned home and Abigail took charge of preparing a special supper. The dinner table was set with a delectable assortment of dishes; a feast meticulously designed to delight Emily's senses. There were plates of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, a rich and cheesy macaroni casserole, and an array of fresh vegetables. The family's plan was in motion and each member played their roles to perfection. Margaret, smiling at the sight of the delicious spread, gave her nod of silent approval. Abigail, with subtle finesse, persuaded Emily to indulge without making it obvious, by filling her plate with a little extra of everything and as Emily happily savoured the feast, the family skilfully concealed their true intentions. After the sumptuous supper, Emily was sent to bed, her belly full and feeling content. Oblivious to the secret discussions taking place after she retired for the night, she fell asleep with a smile on her face, happy and satisfied. It was a quiet but significant victory for Margaret, Abigail, and Miranda as their strategy to feed Emily's extra treats began to unfold. After they were sure Emily had drifted off to sleep, the living room became a chamber of contemplation for the family, each one focused on their own thoughts, expectations, and justifications. Abigail grappled with a mix of guilt and unease about the plan, but she knew this was the best way to take control of the future. Miranda rationalised that giving Emily extra food and treats was not the same as forcing her to eat them. If her niece could not control herself, then she had to accept the consequences of her overindulgence. Margaret simply revelled in a triumphant sense of victory However, Emily was an active girl, and it was during their family meeting that Abigail shared her concerns about this seemingly endless vigour. “I can’t help but worry that Emily's boundless energy and enthusiasm present us with a challenge. She is full of life and spent all day running around excitedly. I know this is natural for a girl her age, but I do worry that if we give her extra treats, she will just have extra energy. We need to slow her down somehow.” “You're right, Abigail,” replied Margaret thoughtfully. “It's essential to strike a balance between giving her treats and ensuring she doesn't become overly active. We should consider more substantial meals so she feels more lethargic and then perhaps reduce her physical activities. We wouldn't want her to burn off everything we're trying to help her gain!” Miranda nodded, desperate to make a contribution. “Maybe we could introduce board games or art projects. Keep her engaged in things that won't get her moving too much?” Abigail agreed. “That sounds good. We probably need to create a schedule to keep her involved in this.” Margaret smiled. She hardly had to try to keep her daughters engaged in the plan. This was going to be easier than she thought! “It's a sensible idea,” she said. “We can take turns with the activities to ensure she doesn't get suspicious. This is for the whole family, after all!” “The good thing about these activities,” said Abigail slowly, fuelled by her growing commitment to the scheme and speaking the ideas out loud as they came to her, “is that we can keep her filled up with treats. As she sits there distracted, we could just leave a plate of cakes or biscuits beside her and let her eat whatever she wants. We could also have a family film night every Friday?” Margaret grinned at how invested Emily’s mother was becoming. “I like your idea, Abigail. It's a clever way to make sure she gets more treats. We'll have to ensure she gets accustomed to these little indulgences, and she won't even realize she's slowing down her activities. Our plan is coming together nicely!” * * * The next morning, sunlight streamed into Emily's bedroom, waking her once again. The beginning of a new week brought excitement and her heart danced with the joy as she thought of the delightful weekend. Little did she know how much her family's subtle intentions were poised to weave seamlessly into her perfect life. She slipped out of her cosy bed and bounded down the stairs, practically tasting the anticipation in the air. The aroma of a delicious breakfast wafted through the house and she was eager to see what her mother and Aunt Miranda had prepared for her. The table was a picturesque display of dishes, including her favourites, which Abigail and Miranda served with extra care. They understood that it was crucial to maintain their plan, even on school days. In addition to the usual breakfast items, they had placed extra tempting treats that Emily adored: freshly baked pastries, sweet jams, and an assortment of delicious cereals. The family again ensured that Emily's breakfast was more indulgent and satisfying than ever before. Abigail and Miranda, each playing their part in the on-going plan, encouraged Emily to savour the morning feast emphasising how important it was to start the day with a hearty meal. They made sure to fill Emily's plate with more than her usual portions. Emily relished each bite, feeling loved and cherished by her family, yet blissfully unaware of their ulterior motives. Abigail and Miranda used the opportunity to express their affection and support, reminding Emily of how special she was to them. Once her belly was full, Emily donned her school uniform and packed her bag without a second thought of how much she had eaten; it was a school day, and she was looking forward to seeing her friends. She had stepped into the routine of a slightly altered daily life, unaware that it would become integral to her future. Emily was in the lowest year of secondary school, and her days were a tapestry of lessons, laughter, and shared secrets with her peers. Miranda was in the final year and would be leaving soon, but at the minute, the walk to school was a daily ritual that the two cherished, and it was during these moments that their closeness became even more apparent. It was a brisk morning, and they shared the footpath with other students heading to their own schools. They strolled, side-by side, their footsteps in sync, while Emily chatted excitedly about school, her friends, and her dreams for the future. Miranda took this opportunity to indulge in her smoking habit, a rebellious act that she knew her mother disapproved of. As they sauntered along the path, Miranda lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Emily glanced at her aunt, a curious expression on her face. She had always been intrigued by the act of smoking, a habit that seemed so grown-up and mysterious. Miranda noticed Emily's inquisitive gaze and exhaled a puff of smoke. Emily hesitated before finally speaking, her voice nervously inquisitive. "Aunt Miranda, can I try it?" Miranda's eyes flicked down to her niece, and she contemplated how to respond to the request. "Emily, this isn't something for kids. It's not good for you, and it's not something I'd want you to get into." However Miranda also recognised an opportunity to redirect Emily's focus onto extra treats. "Smoking is a bad habit and not suitable for someone your age." She reached into her bag and retrieved a few chocolate bars, offering them to her niece. "How about these instead? They're much better for you." Emily nodded, accepting Miranda's response and her eyes lit up at the sight of the chocolates, despite her curiosity. She gladly accepted her aunt's alternative offer, nibbling on the sweet treat with a grin. Miranda, though a teenager with her own concerns and secrets, indulged her niece's excitement with patience and kindness. She was the confidante that Emily turned to, the one who shared secrets and offered advice on life's mysteries. The bond between them was a special one, built on years of shared laughter and support. As they walked, they spoke of anything and everything under the sun, but beneath the surface, ulterior motives swirled. Emily's day at school went by in a whirlwind of subjects mixed with the joy of friendship. She was popular and surrounded by her classmates, most of whom shared her youthful optimism. At lunchtime, she unwrapped her packed meal, a sandwich with her favourite ham and cheese, a crisp apple, and a few extra small treats: a chocolate bar and a few cookies. Abigail had taken care to include these to keep her daughter happy and content. Emily sat with her friends and discussed the latest school gossip, their favourite books, and their dreams of the future. The conversation often veered toward their crushes and the excitement of growing up. Her friends admired Emily's cheerful nature and her ability to find joy in the simplest of things. The walk home with Miranda was another cherished part of Emily's day. Their laughter and camaraderie filled the air as they strolled along the familiar path. The day was gradually transitioning from the structure of school to the freedom of home, and Emily was brimming with anticipation. Miranda would light a cigarette and occasionally glance at Emily, marvelling, and also a little envious at the innocence she seemed to exude. It was a stark contrast to her own turbulent younger years. They passed by a corner shop, and Emily's eyes sparkled with pleasure. She tugged on Miranda's sleeve, her eagerness infectious. "Can we go in, Miranda? Please, pretty please?" Miranda chuckled and playfully ruffled Emily's hair. "Of course, Em. What are we getting today?" With sense of shared mischief, they stepped into the shop, and Emily's laughter echoed in the small space. She wandered the aisles, her eyes dancing over the colourful packages and the shelves of sweets and chocolates. Miranda indulged her niece, allowing her to choose a special treat, something they could enjoy together. The young girl's enthusiasm was palpable, and the connection between them was one of the few constants in Emily's life. She clutched her chosen treat, a chocolate bar, with sheer delight, and her infectious laughter continued as they made their way back home. The evening meal was a warm and cosy affair, and Abigail had prepared a hearty dinner for her family. As they sat around the table, the delicious aromas filled the air, making everyone's mouths water. The main course was a comforting dish of creamy risotto; one of Emily's favourites. Steam rose from the cheesy rice and Abigail served generous portions to each of them. She couldn't help but notice how Emily's eyes lit up when she saw the familiar food before her. Emily eagerly dug in, savouring each bite. Abigail, knowing her daughter's love for the recipe, encouraged her to have more. "Emily, you're growing up so fast, and a growing girl needs her strength. Would you like some more?" Emily's eyes shone with delight, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please, Mum!" Abigail served her another generous helping of the rice, making sure to heap extra cheese on top. As Emily enjoyed her second serving, Miranda chimed in, adding to the encouragement. "You know, Em, you'll need all that energy for school and for your adventures with Aunt Miranda." Emily smiled, appreciating the support from her family, and eagerly continued eating. Dinner concluded with a delectable dessert, a rich chocolate pudding with a dollop of whipped cream. Abigail served everyone a portion, but she couldn't resist tempting her daughter with a little more. "Emily, you've been such a good girl recently. How about seconds?" This time, Emily hesitated, feeling a little full after the large amount she had already eaten, but she didn't want to disappoint her mother. "Okay, Mum, but just a little." Abigail nodded, but served a portion that was larger than then first, her face beaming with pride at her daughter's compliance as she ate it all. After dinner, they planned to keep Emily occupied without letting her burn off too many calories, although after the large, heavy meal, it was clear that she did not want to move much. So they gathered around the table and played Scrabble, which kept Emily's mind engaged and allowed her to enjoy some quality time with her family. As planned, there were plenty of biscuits and sweets on the table, just close enough to Emily for her to keep grazing without thought as they played. Emily’s life continued in this way. The family introduced her to new board games that kept her occupied for hours and, as planned, Friday film nights became a tradition. Emily was encouraged to indulge in her favourite treats during the evenings and she revelled in the added attention and fun. Slowly, the extra treats began to pile up and Emily's fondness for these new routines grew. Little by little, without her even realizing it, the subtle manipulation of her life became more ingrained. * * * Miranda's eighteenth birthday was looming, and her excitement was growing, hanging in the air with unspoken anticipation. She had been promised a special present; a reward for her assistance in feeding Emily. The nature of this gift remained shrouded in mystery, but Margaret had made it clear that Miranda would be well compensated for her unwavering compliance. On the evening of Miranda’s birthday, Margaret took her into her study and locked the door, ensuring they would not be disturbed. Less than twenty minutes later, Miranda emerged from the room visibly distressed. Tears welled in her eyes, and her hands trembled as she tried to light a cigarette to calm her nerves. Standing outside, struggling with the lighter, she found herself under the scrutiny of Abigail, quietly watching from a distance. Once she realised that Miranda had noticed her, Abigail approached her sister, her face etched with concern. "Miranda, are you alright?" Abigail asked in a hushed tone. Miranda took a deep drag from her cigarette and sighed, her voice quivering. "I'm just... it's been a lot to take in, that's all." Abigail's gaze was penetrating as she inquired, "What did mother say to you?" Miranda felt as though Abigail was looking straight into her soul, but she hesitated, unsure of how much she could or should reveal of the conversation. Margaret had told her to keep it private, but surely it would be acceptable to discuss it with her sister? However, the overwhelming emotions got the better of her, and she decided to disclose a part of the truth. "She... she talked about a mark and The Cult,” muttered Miranda, whispering for fear she would be overheard. Abigail nodded, her expression grim. "I see. The mark... Yes.” She gently ran her fingers through Miranda’s red hair. “It's a significant part of the rituals." Miranda looked at her, bewildered that her sister already understood the situation. "You know about it? What does it mean? Why haven't you ever told me about this?" Miranda demanded answers, her tone a mix of confusion and accusation. Abigail's reply was low and ominous. "There's so much I haven't told you, Miranda. The mark is The Cult’s way of recognising those they believe are destined for their... ceremonies. But there was no need to burden either you or Emily with too much knowledge of their existence." The mention of ceremonies sent a shiver down Miranda's spine. Abigail's revelation had opened a Pandora's Box of unsettling questions in her mind, and she realised there was a labyrinth of dark secrets within her family. She wasn't sure she was ready to confront this reality and she was growing increasingly horrified as the implications sank in. "I couldn’t really keep up with everything mum said,” whispered Miranda. “Does she mean that if Emily doesn't continue to gain weight, they... they'll take me instead?" Abigail nodded solemnly. "Yes, Miranda. It's Emily or you." Tears streamed down Miranda's face as the magnitude of the situation descended on her. The cruel and horrifying choice she faced was utterly terrifying, but Margaret had made it clear that there was no room for negotiation. Miranda could betray her niece and in return would be compensated for her compliance. The promised reward: an easy life at home, complete with an abundance of cigarettes. No need to get a job, no need to study further. She would be provided for her entire life and be able to live with total freedom if she completed this task. The alternative would be her own sacrifice to the Cult, and Margaret made it clear that this would not necessarily save Emily; just delay the inevitable. There was only one decision Miranda could make. As time passed within Emily's structured routine there was a subtle shift in the fabric of her existence. The days melded seamlessly into one another, each following the script laid out by Margaret, Abigail, and despite her misgivings, Miranda. Yet, there lingered a whisper of the unnatural, a sense that something clandestine loomed just beyond the edges of her consciousness. For the remainder of the academic year, Emily continued her journey through secondary school, her youthful enthusiasm undiminished. The morning walks with Miranda persisted, filled with the routine of discussions and shared moments. Unbeknownst to Emily, however, a peculiar energy seemed to seep into their daily lives. Shadows clung to the corners of familiar spaces, and the air carried an unspoken tension, an invisible web weaving itself around their seemingly ordinary existence. The habitual cigarettes assumed a darker significance, a feeble attempt to dispel the growing unease that clawed at the edges of Miranda’s consciousness and a constant reminder of the way he had sold out her niece’s future. Affected by an ever growing fear of The Cult’s influence, Miranda began to imagine an obscure force at play. Her walks with Emily became moments of quiet contemplation, a time to cast furtive glances at the surroundings, half-expecting a shapeless threat lurking just out of sight. Her gaze flickered nervously to and fro, the suspicion of being watched tainting her thoughts. Sometimes, driven by guilt, Miranda drew Emily closer, a protective instinct emerging from the shadows of her subconscious and in the dark winter nights, passing car headlights cast transient shadows that danced along the edges of their path, feeding her growing sense of paranoia. * * * The years flowed past like a river, bringing subtle yet significant changes to Emily’s life. She blossomed from an energetic eleven year old into a vibrant and inquisitive teenager, navigating the challenges and adventures of secondary school. Her world expanded with newfound friendships and opportunities. Miranda, now twenty, had seemingly settled into her lifestyle as Abigail’s aide, barely leaving the house for fear of The Cult. Her relationship with her family continued to be complicated, marked by shadows cast by the underlying tensions and unspoken truths that she dreaded. Cigarettes had become her frequent companion, filling the idle hours while she stayed home and assisted with household chores, particularly cooking and baking. Abigail maintained her role as the primary home-maker, leveraging it to her advantage. Through meticulous observation, she noted Emily's preferences, working out her favourite recipes and discerning which desserts would elicit the most indulgence. Together with Miranda, Abigail perfected a rotating menu of cakes and sweets, testing each recipe and every new creation on Emily to gauge her reactions and refine their strategy. Margaret continued her visits to monitor Emily’s progress, always bringing with her a supply of treats, snacks, and confections. Her persuasive influence over Abigail and Miranda remained firm, as they continued to gently steer Emily down their chosen path. Over these years, the family's calculated plan had taken root and began to yield results, subtly transforming Emily into a soft, gently curved teenager. The changes unfolded almost imperceptibly, as Emily’s innocence and naivety allowed her to remain blissfully unaware of the family's true intentions. The sweets and snacks that filled the pantry and the loving encouragement from her family shaped her into the unwitting subject of their strategy. For Emily, the transformation was gradual; the larger portions, cakes and extra treats slowly settling onto her figure and reshaping her body and appearance. It was a transformation driven by her family, masked by a guise of affection and care and Emily’s trust in those she loved blinded her to the more intricate, underlying changes to her body. Yet they became increasingly evident to those around her a Emily began to take on a plumpness that was hard to ignore and some of her peers began to react differently to her changing physique. While most remained true friends, others, driven by the shallowness that often defines adolescence, made casual jokes and indulged in unkind comments. It was a gradual shift, barely noticeable at first, but with time, the changes to the dynamic of her friendship group became more apparent. Margaret's plan was progressing and Emily's curves had become more pronounced: her cheeks were rosy and full and the softness of her belly and the slight jiggle in her thighs and buttocks became hard to conceal. Abigail's cakes and desserts were a never-ending temptation, and Emily couldn't resist indulging in these delightful creations given behind a façade of care and love. Emily awoke on her fourteenth birthday, her eyes brimming with excitement, just as they had three years before. She was growing up, her innocence making way for the budding maturity of a teenager, but her enthusiasm remained unbroken. As the covers fell away, she couldn't ignore the changes in her body. The once lean and sprightly girl had certainly transformed, developing curves that were hard to ignore. . The additional weight was unmistakable and a softness had definitely taken hold of her once slender physique, yet Emily didn't seem to mind; she embraced her changing form with her usual untroubled spirit, accepting it as an inevitable part of growing up. The family had meticulously planned this special day and the detailed preparations started as soon as Emily came downstairs. Abigail, Margaret, and Miranda were all ready to give Emily a birthday treat like no other. Breakfast was an indulgent affair, with a spread of fried bacon, syrup-drenched pancakes and creamy scrambled eggs. Miranda arranged a basket of freshly baked croissants, As Emily entered the kitchen, her eyes widened at the sight. "Wow, this looks amazing!" "Happy birthday, sweetheart," Abigail said, her voice filled with affection. "Dig in, Emily. It's your special day." The atmosphere was joyous, and they discussed plans for the day, with Emily radiating excitement as she savoured each delectable bite. All of the family gave Emily words of encouragement as they pushed more food her way, but Miranda was particularly attentive to Emily's breakfast, urging her to eat more. "Don't forget the croissants; they're your favourite. Oh, and have another pancake; they're fantastic and it is your day, after all. Your Aunt Miranda insists!" she said with a smile, but the birthday girl didn't need much persuasion to indulge further. Emily felt the warmth of their love enveloping her as she indulged in the feast and her plate was soon cleared. The family intended to ensure that Emily enjoyed her day to the fullest, and in the early afternoon, the surprises began. A special birthday lunch awaited at a restaurant; a lavish feast designed to spoil her with generous portions of delectable dishes and Emily beamed with delight, loving the attention. "You've got to try some of these desserts, Emily," Margaret encouraged, pushing the menu toward her. "It is your day, after all." After their meal, they headed to the cinema. The objective wasn't just to enjoy the latest blockbuster, but to use the movie as a means to keep Emily sitting for an extended period after her large meal. It was also a way to keep her unconsciously consuming popcorn, soda, and a wide array of snacks. The plan was subtle but effective, and it unfolded seamlessly with Emily blissfully unaware of the careful orchestration. The sun began to set, casting long shadows that stretched across the pavement as they walked back home. The festivities carried on and Emily's excitement and naivety were a stark contrast to the shadows that loomed behind her birthday celebration. In a brief exchange, Margaret discretely handed Miranda a pack of cigarettes, the promised reward for her assistance and ensuring her further cooperation. The act was inconspicuous, but it was a tangible reminder of the role Miranda played in the family's scheme which insidiously wove the belief into Emily’s consciousness that food equalled love. * * * The days after Emily's fourteenth birthday unfolded with the rhythm of routine, concealing the sinister undercurrents that swirled beneath her seemingly ordinary life. Her enthusiasm was undeterred by the passage of time, and only increased as the beginning of another school year heralded a new week filled with the promise of friends, gossip, and the simple joys of teenage life . Emily made her way to the kitchen for breakfast. Her heart was light and her thoughts were filled with the adventures that awaited her at school. She couldn't wait to see her friends, share stories, and giggle between lessons. The close-knit bond she shared with her peers was one of the treasures of her young life and this all added to her anticipation of the day ahead. The aroma of a hearty breakfast filled the kitchen, and Abigail and Miranda had prepared a spread that matched Emily's zest for life. Pancakes swimming in butter and syrup adorned the table, tempting her with their sugary allure. Emily's eyes sparkled with delight as she saw them. "This looks so good, mum!" she exclaimed. "Good morning, sweetheart," Abigail said with a smile, her tone enveloping Emily with motherly love. “You need a good breakfast before your classes." As they discussed the upcoming lessons, Abigail was attentive, encouraging Emily to indulge in her breakfast. The first day back at school was filled with excitement for Emily. She couldn't wait to reunite with her friends and immerse herself in the familiar routine of classes, chatter, and shared secrets. These days were the highlight of her life. As Emily entered the school gates, she was greeted by the familiar face of Sarah, who had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. Emily waved to Sarah, her bright smile infectious and her heart swelled with affection for her friend as she approached. "Emily! You won't believe what happened this summer," Sarah exclaimed, a hint of mischief in her eyes. They shared stories of their holiday escapades and the latest gossip, their laughter ringing out. Their close-knit group of friends soon gathered, and the morning was filled with the carefree camaraderie that had always been a part of Emily's life. They chatted during breaks and shared inside jokes during classes, making the lessons bearable. However, it was in the afternoon that the tone shifted. Emily had always been known for her enthusiasm and her innocence and her friends had once found her zest for life endearing, but as she sat down for lunch, she couldn't help but notice a subtle change in their demeanour. The sidelong glances and hushed conversation turned into open comments and while some of her friends remained true to their bonds, others began to react differently to Emily's changing body and her newfound curves. Samantha, who was the self-appointed queen bee of their clique, seemed distant. The group's laughter was quieter, and Emily's stories, filled with her characteristic excitement, no longer drew the same reaction. It was during a free period in the courtyard that Emily's world came crashing down. Samantha and her friends pulled her aside, their expressions far from friendly. "Emily," Samantha began, her voice laced with a cruel edge. "We need to talk about something. You've changed, and not in a good way!" Emily's heart sank, sensing the ominous tone in her friend's voice. She listened, confused and apprehensive as the conversation continued and the remarks took a mean-spirited turn. A cruel smile curled on Samantha's lips as she couldn't resist delivering a hurtful comment. "I see you have been really celebrating your birthday, and you are still indulging!” Samantha continued, "You've gotten so... fat." He poked Emily’s soft belly for added emphasis. One of the other girls joined in, laughing and echoing Samantha's remarks. "Yeah, you look like you've been enjoying those cakes a bit too much!" The words hung in the air, and Emily was struck dumb with shock. Samantha and her friends burst into laughter, but it was far from the light-hearted giggles they had once shared. This was mockery, and the realisation that her closest friends were making fun of her body crushed her. Around them, other students watched the spectacle unfold. Some of Emily's friends hesitated but eventually kept their distance. A few of them, no longer charmed by her innocence, even joined in the laughter, yearning for Samantha’s acceptance in the popular group. As the girls continued their tirade, Emily's cheerfulness waned and her once unshakable self-confidence cracked. She felt tears prick her eyes but blinked them back. The comments stuck, and a harsh self-consciousness crept into her mind. The family's constant indulgence and the growing softness of her body suddenly felt like burdens. With her heart heavy, Emily excused herself and made her way to the school bathroom. She was desperate to escape the scrutinizing gazes of her peers and the cruel laughter ringing in her ears as she walked away left her feeling isolated and hurt. In front of the mirror, she touched her fuller cheeks and looked at her once-flat stomach, now obviously rounded and curved. Studying her tearful reflection, Emily was forced to question her own physique. She felt a tormenting doubt that had never haunted her before as Samantha's words echoed in her mind. Her body, which she had embraced with such acceptance, was now the target of ridicule and the innocence she had clung to shattered. Their mockery was like a knife to her heart. Emily walked home slowly unable to stop replaying the hurtful conversation in her mind. The words from Samantha and her friends had struck deep, carving a chasm in her self-esteem and a storm of emotions raged within her. She felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation, anger and sadness. Her confidence, once unwavering, now teetered on the brink of collapse. Emily's heart was broken, not so much by the cruel remarks; more by the loss of friends she once cherished. She contemplated discussing the incident with her family, but her loyalty to her friends held her back. For the time being, she decided to keep her feelings to herself, believing she could handle the situation on her own. Emily was determined to prove her friends wrong and to regain their acceptance, and to transform the hurtful comments into motivation for self-improvement. Her spirit, though shaken, was far from broken. The next morning was no different from her usual routine. She jumped out of bed, excited to choose her outfit for the day. Emily had always been a cheerful and friendly girl who embraced life with enthusiasm and innocence that endeared her to those who knew her best. However, now Samantha had a victim in her sights, Emily’s exuberance was being increasingly portrayed as annoying, and her once-cherished joy for life was no longer seen as charming. "Well, well, Emily, That birthday of yours must be lasting forever! A few extra cakes last night, perhaps?" Samantha started making snide comment before the first bell. Others in the group chimed in, their laughter as icy as their words. "Seems like your cake hasn't run out, huh? I guess you'll keep getting those extra portions." "Yeah, you look like you've been having a cake party every day." At lunch, there was no escape. As Emily unpacked her sandwiches Samantha appeared. "Hey, Emily," she sneered, her piercing gaze focused on Emily's softening features. "I see you're still growing – horizontally, that is." The other girls in the group chuckled, and Emily's friends looked uncomfortable, their loyalty wavering under Samantha's influence. Emily's heart sank as she felt the prickle of humiliation creeping up her neck. Sarah finally mustered the courage to defend Emily. "Come on, Samantha, that's not cool. Emily's still the same person. She’s just enjoying life." Samantha's eyes narrowed, and she turned her wrath on Sarah. "Oh! Don't tell me you're turning into a chubby-chaser!" The group laughed and Samantha put just enough volume into the word "chubby-chaser" so it echoed through the courtyard. Emily felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks and Sarah's face flushed, but she didn't back down, refusing to let Samantha's cruelty go unchecked. "Samantha, you're being horrible for no reason. I won't be a part of this." Samantha's scornful laughter rang out as she ridiculed Emily, Sarah, and anyone who dared to show kindness. "Well, well, looks like you've got yourself a defender, Emily. I bet Sarah wants to join the chub club!" The other girls joined in Samantha's laughter, leaving Emily feeling isolated and devastated. Sarah's attempt to support her only seemed to make matters worse. Emily's enthusiasm and innocence had become the target of relentless bullying, a stark contrast to her previously joyous interactions with her friends. The school day dragged, marred by Emily's dampened spirit and the ridicule she endured. The laughter of her friends, now tainted by cruelty, rang in her ears as she sat alone in the break, questioning her body and her place in a world that was becoming increasingly unkind. After this particularly distressing day at school, Emily sought the solace of home. Samantha's ruthless comments and the laughter of those she once considered friends left her feeling defeated and despondent. Emily decided to confide in her Aunt Miranda; she needed someone to talk to who wouldn't judge her. As she entered the living room, she found Miranda sitting there, a haze of cigarette smoke surrounding her. Miranda glanced at Emily and noticed her downtrodden expression. "Rough day at school, Em?" she asked. Tears welled up in Emily's eyes, and she sank into an armchair, her vulnerability now apparent. "Miranda, can we talk?" Her voice quivered with a mix of apprehension and hope as she looked up at her aunt with a plea in her eyes. Miranda stubbed out her cigarette, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Of course!” She pushed a strand of hair behind Emily's ear, her concern evident. Emily took a deep breath and, with a shaky voice, recounted the incident at school—the mocking, the cruel comments, and the laughter. She watched Miranda's face as she spoke, hoping to find solace in her reaction. Miranda listened attentively, nodding with a sympathetic expression. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Emily," Miranda said, her voice soothing. "Bullying is never easy to deal with, and I wish I could shield you from it." Emily nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I just don't understand why they're being so mean, Miranda. They were my friends." Miranda reached out and put her arm around Emily, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "It's not your fault, darling. Sometimes, people can change, or maybe they were never true friends to begin with. You have to remember that you're a wonderful person, and their hurtful words shouldn't define you." As Emily rested her head on Miranda's shoulder, she felt a sense of warmth and security. In that moment, she felt that even in the face of adversity, she had an ally in Miranda. Emily believed her aunt was someone who understood her and would stand by her side, yet struggling with the aftermath of the hurtful incident at school permeated her days and life took a sombre turn. Emily trudged through her routines, burdened by the shadows that had descended on and smothered her once radiant aura, and the vibrant teenager who had once looked forward to school with enthusiasm was now struggling with days of relentless bullying. Emily began to question herself, her body, and her appetite wavered under the burden of the spiteful comments and laughter that still echoed in her ears. Miranda kept a watchful eye on Emily's changing demeanour and noticed the impact of the bullying on her appetite. At breakfast, the once-excited girl now stared at her plate with a mix of hesitation and insecurity. Her fork pushed around the food that once brought her so much joy, and it was clear that her enthusiasm for the morning feast had waned. "Emily, sweetheart, is everything okay? You've hardly touched your breakfast," Miranda gently probed, concern veiled beneath her reassuring tone. Emily hesitated for a moment, uncertainty etched on her face before she lowered her gaze. "I don't know, Aunt Miranda. After what happened at school, I just don't feel like eating as much,” she said quietly, barely louder than a whisper. "I understand.” Miranda nodded, hiding her concern and maintaining a reassuring tone. “I know it's been tough, but you can't let bullies have that power over you. They don’t get to dictate your choices and your lifestyle! You need to take care of yourself." Emily nodded in agreement, but it seemed that this was just for Miranda’s benefit as her appetite remained subdued. The joy she had once found in the family's delicious treats was fading, and she ate with a sense of obligation, not the enthusiasm that was so crucial to their plan. Miranda watched with increasing distress as the bullying chipped away at Emily's self-esteem and appetite. Although the family continued to serve tempting dishes and offer additional treats, it became evident that the foundation of their meticulously planned scheme was crumbling. Emily's innocence and exuberance, once valuable assets, were now eroding more and more with each snide comment and poorly hidden snigger. Miranda realised that they needed to find a way to help Emily regain her self-confidence and restore her enthusiasm for life, recognising that it was not just for Emily’s well-being but for the success of the family’s scheme, and by extension Miranda’s own safety. Haunted by the unsettling knowledge that she might become The Cult's chosen victim if Emily didn't measure up, Miranda often found herself crying silently through sleepless nights, her tears silently absorbed by the embrace of her pillow. One night, after another day of particularly horrendous bullying at school, Emily cracked. Miranda found her sobbing in her room and rushed to console her with a hug. “What’s wrong, Em?” she whispered. "I'm… I'm not feeling good about how I look,” wept Emily, her voice quivering with emotion. “The girls at school are so cruel about my weight. It never ends and… and it hurts." She wiped away her tears, but more came to replace them. Miranda's face softened as she listened to Emily's pain, touched by her fragile vulnerability. "I'm so sorry you have to go through that, sweetie. You don't deserve any of this." "I want to change, Miranda.” Emily continued her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to lose weight and go back to how I was before; I don't want to give them a reason to hurt me like this." Miranda's heart sank at Emily’s distress and she held her niece tighter as if trying to shelter her from the evils of the world. Yet despite her sympathy for Emily, Miranda knew that her own future relied on her niece gaining weight, and she remained mindful of the family’s overall plan. "Emily, I want you to know that you're perfect just the way you are. You don't need to change for anyone, but I understand if you want to be healthier. If you choose to lose weight, you know I will support you and help you make better choices for diet and exercise." Once again, tears streamed down Emily's face, but this time they were tears of gratitude for her aunt's understanding. "Thank you, Miranda. I just don't want to be the target of their cruelty anymore." Miranda held Emily in her arms, providing a fleeting sense of security, a brief respite from the constant onslaught of taunts and ridicule. "You won't be, sweetheart. We'll get through this together." Once Emily had found solace, Miranda considered her niece's decision to start dieting. She was very much aware of the potential consequences and her own anxiety grew until she found herself pacing in the dimly lit living room. The soft, slow ticking of the grandfather clock and the sound of her restless footsteps echoing on the polished floorboards only added to the unease that gnawed at her. She knew that showing Emily her support was vital at this moment and while ready to provide the emotional encouragement needed, she also had to keep Emily from making what Miranda considered to be the wrong choices; meaning the choices that would affect Miranda’s own future. Hoping to resolve the dilemma, she decided to talk to Emily gently, planning to convey her concerns without discouraging her entirely. As Miranda entered Emily's room, she noticed her niece looking at diet advice on the Internet and her heart sank. "Em, we need to talk," Miranda began, choosing her words carefully and trying to sound as understanding as possible. "I want you to know that I love you and care about your well-being, but I have been thinking and I'm really worried about this diet. I don't think it's the right path for you and I think you are making a rushed decision." "I thought you supported me.” Emily looked up from the laptop, confusion in her eyes. Miranda hesitated, her thoughts racing. She had to strike a balance between empathy and guidance. "I do support you, but I have concerns about how this decision could affect you, Em. You are perfect just as you are and those girls at school don't define your worth." "I don't want to be the target of their bullying anymore, Miranda. I want the teasing to stop!" Emily sighed, frustration creeping into her exasperated tone, but her aunt persisted. “I get that, but there's a lot more at stake here than just the opinions of those girls. I need you to trust me when I say that the choices you make now do matter and they will affect your future. And I want what's best for you; I just want you to think before making up your mind." Emily felt her resolve wavering as she looked into Miranda's eyes, sensing the genuine concern. "Okay, I'll trust you, Miranda." Relief washed over Miranda, but she knew that the delicate balancing act had only just begun. She would have to continue to keep Emily's trust while guiding her away from her dieting aspirations, thereby protecting her own future, and their family's dark secrets. The following day, Emily once again went to school after eating a minimal breakfast and a distressed Miranda called for a family meeting. All morning her distress increased until finally, the afternoon sunlight cascaded through the drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the room, and Miranda watched Abigail and Margaret take their places. The air felt heavy with a charged tension that crackled beneath the surface and, nervously clutching a crumpled piece of paper with her notes, Miranda cleared her throat. "I called this meeting to discuss something important," she began, her voice steady, but her trembling hands betrayed her anxiety. "Emily wants to go on a diet because of the bullying she's been facing at school. But this affects our plans and it will interfere with our goals." Margaret raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Explain yourself!” Her scrutinizing gaze settled on Miranda. “I mean that we need Emily to stay on the path we've set for her. If she changes her appearance too much, it could derail all of our plans," Miranda explained, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. Margaret watched her daughter’s discomfort with a sly smirk dancing on her lips. Miranda hesitated, searching for the right words. She knew her mother was toying with her. “There could be consequences we do not want!” Miranda stammered. “Consequences you don’t want, I think you mean” said Margaret coldly. Miranda shuddered and looked at Abigail for support. "You're right, Miranda. We can't allow Emily to make choices that might ruin everything and jeopardise our goals," said Abigail with a tone of reassurance. Miranda exhaled and nodded, grateful that her sister seemed to be on her side. "Exactly!” Miranda continued, more confident now. “And we have to be cautious. Emily's bullying at school mirrors her situation at home: We're trying to change her to fit our design just as much as those girls want to change her to fit in with theirs." "So, what do you suggest?" Margaret's eyes narrowed as she saw the connection and her steely gaze seemed to bore into her daughter as though it was her fault; as though recognising this problem had somehow caused it. Miranda did not notice. She was concentrating on her notes with anxiety etched across her face. "We need to make her understand that dieting isn't the answer to her problems. We have to support her while also gently guiding her away from the idea of losing weight." "You're right, Miranda. We need to keep her trust and ensure she continues with the plan." Abigail placed a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder. Miranda took a deep breath, relief washing over her that the family agreed to her concerns. They discussed the way forward at length to ensure that they were all on the same page, protecting their dark secrets and guiding Emily in the right direction. Meanwhile, amidst the relentless torment at school, Emily's spirit was wearing thin. Samantha's taunts and cutting words became increasingly cruel and Emily’s friends seemed to distance themselves more with every passing day. It was as though she had been thrust into a relentless whirlpool, facing victimisation and isolation on all fronts, and she could feel herself sinking as her confidence eroded bit by bit. Emily walked home from school that day with a resolve born from despair. She was determined to talk again to Miranda about dieting. Her aunt was the one person she believed could understand her plight, the only one who might offer solace in this dark time. "Aunt Miranda," Emily began, her voice wavering. "I... I've been thinking about what we discussed the other day… about wanting to go on a diet." "I'm here to listen, Emily. Please, go on." Miranda nodded, her eyes filled with sympathy. "It's just that... I can't stand the bullying at school anymore. Every day is unbearable and I feel so helpless, and I thought if I lost weight, maybe they would stop." Emily was blinking back tears as she spoke. Miranda reached out and gently held Emily's hand. "I'm so sorry you're going through this, Em, but I need you to understand that dieting isn't the solution. It's not your fault; it's those girls who are wrong. You are beautiful and altering yourself won’t change the cruelty of others; they will just look for something else to focus on." Emily's nodded, but she continued. She was not going to be dissuaded. "They are right though, Aunt Miranda. I have gained weight and I am fat! I can't help but feel that maybe if I were thinner, they would accept me again." Miranda's heart ached for her niece, but she also knew that this conversation was crucial. "Those girls should accept you for who you are, and you are perfect. They are wrong to judge you for how you look. And, sweetie, I need you to trust me on this... Dieting is not the answer." A few tears slipped down Emily's cheeks. "I'm just so tired of feeling this way, Aunt Miranda." Miranda embraced Emily, holding her close. "I know, Em. But we'll find a way to deal with this together. You're not alone, and I promise you, it will get better." As Emily found solace in Miranda's comforting words and comforting caress, Abigail and Margaret quietly entered the living room. Emily did not notice them and jumped slightly when Margaret cleared her throat. "There's something we need to discuss with you,” said Margaret in her usual matter of fact tone. Emily turned from Miranda and looked at from her mother to grandmother with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Abigail, took a deep breath, and spoke. Her voice was gentle yet firm. "Emily, this situation at school has gone too far. We've decided it's best for you to take a break for a little while." Emily's eyes widened, a mix of relief and confusion washing over her. "You mean, I won't have to go back to that awful place?" Abigail nodded, a reassuring smile on her face. "That's right, sweetheart. We want to give you some time to heal and regain your confidence. We want you to feel safe, so you don’t need to go back until you feel better." Miranda smiled with a warmth n her eyes. "We want to remind you that you are surrounded by people who love and care about you. We will always be here for you." Margaret added, "You've been through a lot, Emily, and we're here to help you regain your strength, both emotionally and physically.” Her voice was gentle but resolute. Emily felt a rush of emotions. It was the first time in a long while that she felt truly safe. She could hardly believe that she wouldn't have to face the bullies at school. Abigail continued, "During this break, we're going to make sure you have everything you need to feel better, both inside and out. We want you to be happy and healthy." Emily's eyes welled up with tears of gratitude. "Thank you! All of you." The family embraced Emily, reminding her that they were her unwavering support system. Emily began to believe that her family's love was all she needed. However, their plan merely continued as they made sure Emily was enveloped in their care and affection. Over the weeks, Emily's confidence slowly began to rebuild. Her family was diligent about providing her favourite meals and treats, ensuring that she felt safe, loved, and, above all, cherished. Abigail and Miranda continued to work on improving their culinary skills, experimenting with new recipes that delighted Emily's taste buds and Emily's heart started to heal as her family's care became her sanctuary. She did not question their intentions, convinced that they were acting in her best interests. With time and support, Emily's self-esteem grew stronger, allowing her to face the world with newfound courage. The family's carefully orchestrated plan was back on track, reshaping not only Emily's body but also her belief that she was truly loved. * * * The month off school provided much needed respite for Emily, and in the haven of the family home, warmth and care enveloped her like a cocoon. The family's plan continued seamlessly as Emily revelled in their attention amidst the abundance of her favourite treats. It also meant more time for special lunches; indulgent meals and desserts meticulously prepared by Abigail and Miranda. The home was constantly filled with the aromas of rich pastries and decadent cakes, coaxing Emily to cosset herself further in their sumptuous offerings. Over the weeks, Miranda, aware of The Cult’s looming decision, made a concerted effort to pamper Emily with extra treats, cakes, and snacks and persistently encouraged Emily to indulge in the family's culinary creations. "Emily, you must try this tiramisu we have been working on," her aunt would say, her voice sweet and persuasive. "I think it's irresistible, but we need to know if you like it." Each afternoon, the family fell into a routine of board games and art projects, and this creative respite quickly grew to be Emily's favourite pastime. As always, they cleverly placed a plethora of biscuits, chocolates and sweets within her reach to keep her grazing. Emily had certainly gained a noticeable amount of weight since her 14th birthday, though she remained unaware of the scale of her transformation. Abigail had become an expert at understanding Emily's preferences, and the family indulged her with all the extra treats, larger portions, and sweets she desired and Emily's body continued to take on a plumper, more curvaceous appearance. Her waistline was definitely expanding; her cheeks were rosy and full, and the softness of her belly and thighs became more pronounced. It was a transformation driven by her family's love which Emily now equated with them feeding her, though she remained blissfully unaware of the underlying motives. Saturday night arrived, marking the end of Emily's month long hiatus from school. It was a special evening for her; the family was gathered in the living room and they allowed her to choose her favourite takeaway for dinner. Emily picked pizza, and they ordered a lavish feast that included various toppings, garlic bread, and a mouth-watering selection of sides. The anticipation in the room was palpable as they set up a cosy movie night, Emily's preferred way of celebrating. The large spread of pizza boxes transformed the coffee table into a cardboard mosaic, and they settled in with the film ready to play. A selection of snacks was also scattered around, ready to accompany the evening's entertainment. They shared laughter, stories, and their thoughts on the movie and Emily was content and full, her heart brimming with warmth and love as they sat together as a family. After the evening ended, Emily headed to her bedroom, a comfortable fullness in her belly. She climbed into bed, feeling completely satisfied, and soon she was lulled into a deep sleep by the warm contentment; her night was filled with pleasant dreams. However, while Emily slumbered, her family gathered in the living room, a sense of tension settling in the air. Margaret felt that the time was right to begin explaining the family's true purpose to Emily. Her power within The Cult was considerable and she possessed a ruthlessness that allowed her to make difficult decisions, irrespective of who would be affected. Her primary concern was The Cult's interests. Miranda, on the other hand, was in turmoil. Her foremost aim was to shield herself from The Cult's attention, compelling her to advocate for Emily's continued weight gain, even if it meant manipulating her niece further. As they debated the matter at length, Miranda presented her case with a passion, trying to make is sound born out of concern and love for Emily. She argued that Emily should gain more weight before they tell her about The Cult, knowing that the larger Emily got, the safer she herself would be from their clutches. Margaret, with her cold and calculating demeanour, had a different perspective. To her, The Cult's interests always took precedence. She was willing to let fate decide whether Emily or Miranda was selected, as long as her power and their family's standing were preserved. Margaret did not want to reveal the full story to Emily; instead, she hoped to manipulate her granddaughter to make the choice to continue eating rather than go on a diet. Margaret was not interested in Miranda's objection that Emily may choose to diet if given a free choice; one of the girls would be selected either way. The debate went on for hours, but eventually, Abigail, wracked with guilt over their manipulation and its impact on Emily, sided with Margaret. Her heart ached for her daughter, and she felt that Emily deserved to know at least some of the truth and to make her own choices. The decision was made: they would inform Emily about the choice she needed to make, but the details of The Cult's intentions would remain concealed for now. Sunday came, and it was a day of family togetherness. Abigail, the homemaker of the family, decided to prepare a lavish dinner. She was an excellent cook, and the aroma of her dishes filled the house, enticing everyone. As the day progressed, Miranda could neither relax nor shake off her nervousness. She had a hidden agenda, even though the family's meeting last night had seemingly put their differences aside, and as Emily relaxed, Miranda subtly pushed more snacks and cakes on her, disguising it as extra treats. She couldn't let her niece start any weight loss regime. Her life depended on Emily being The Cult's chosen one. The family dinner was a grand affair, with Abigail serving her family a hearty meal filled with all the dishes Emily loved. They gathered around the table, and the food kept coming as Abigail dished out generous servings to everyone. Her concern for Emily took the form of nurturing her with larger portions. After dinner, they typically transitioned to their favourite board games, creating a comfortable, familiar atmosphere. Emily expected nothing less this Sunday but as she stepped into the living room, an unnerving shift struck her. Instead of the familiar game board and the cosy, relaxed afternoon, she found her family waiting for her, the atmosphere heavy with an unspoken tension. They obviously had something important to discuss with her. As Emily settled into her chair, she noticed exquisite éclair pastries, carefully arranged on a plate and sat directly in front of her. Each pastry boasted a rich cream filling and was coated in a thick, decadent layer of chocolate. Miranda didn't say anything, but her actions spoke volumes. She gently pushed the plate closer towards Emily as she sat down. With everyone gathered, Margaret brought out a set of bathroom scales prompting Emily's heart to flutter with unease. Her innocent eyes oscillated between the ominous tool and her family, seeking answers in the palpable tension that had descended upon the room. Margaret began to speak, her voice gentle and almost motherly, but there was an underlying tension in the room. "Emily, my dear, you're heading back to school tomorrow, and we don't want you to face any more… unpleasant situations. We don’t want a repeat of the issues with Samantha." Emily’s gaze fell to the floor, memories of the cruel bullying resurfacing. Margaret continued, "So, we thought it would be a good idea to weigh you. It's essential to make sure you're safe." "Weigh me? But why?" Emily’s voice trembled, her concern evident. Abigail answered the question, her voice warm and caring. "We want to make sure you're well-prepared for school, sweetheart. This is just to help you." Even Miranda chimed in, adding, "Don't worry, Em. We all care about you." Reluctantly, Emily stepped onto the scale, her face flush with nervousness. The numbers confirmed her suspicions: She was definitely heavier, and the room seemed to grow more tense with every passing moment. Margaret observed the readings on the scale and nodded. "It does appear that you've gained some weight over this last month, sweetheart, but that's perfectly fine. You are a growing girl, after all." Despite her grandmother’s comforting words, Emily's heart sank. She was aware of the changes in her body; that her once lean figure had softened and rounded out over the years. Yet she was still unaware that this was a transformation which the family had carefully orchestrated. Margaret explained, "We want to give you a choice, Emily. You can decide to diet and go back to school tomorrow, but we can't guarantee that you will be free from bullying there, or you can stay at home with us. It will be entirely your choice." Emily was stunned, her mind reeling. The room grew still as she grappled with this decision. She could feel the family's gaze boring into her, and the tension in the air was palpable, but Emily could only gaze back at them with a mixture of confusion and fear. This was a turning point, a choice that could shape her future in ways she hadn't imagined. She needed more information before making such a monumental decision. "What will happen if I choose to go back to school?" Emily asked, her voice trembling. Margaret leaned in, speaking gently. "If you decide to return to school, my dear, we'll support you in every way we can. But there's no guarantee that you won't have to face those mean girls again. We'll do our best to help with your dieting and losing weight, but you will probably still encounter challenges." Emily's eyes filled with worry. She considered the torment she'd endured from Samantha and her friends. Could she face that again? Emily then inquired, "And what if I choose to stay home?" Margaret's tone was reassuring. "If you stay home, sweetheart, life will continue as it has been. You'll be well taken care of by all of us. We'll make sure you're comfortable and happy." Emily was puzzled. She had expected a more detailed explanation, so she pressed further. "But what about the diet, you mentioned it earlier. How will that work?" Margaret sighed and exchanged a frustrated look with Abigail. She had hoped this would be a quick and easy decision. "The choice to diet will always be yours,” she explained. “If you decide to go to school you will also have to choose whether you want to diet or not, but we'll ensure you're safe and loved no matter what you decision." It was a vague answer, and Emily sought more clarity. She looked towards Miranda, hoping for some support, and noticed her aunt's visible anxiety. Every time Miranda attempted to speak, Abigail and Margaret silenced her, their intentions clear: they wanted Emily to have only the information they deemed necessary. Emily felt a growing frustration at the evasiveness of her family, their lack of clarity unsettling her. "I need to understand how the diet will work. What does it involve? How will it affect me?" Emily pushed for more information. It was clear that she would not make any decision without the full facts. Abigail stepped in to elaborate, though her response still left Emily dissatisfied. "It's essential to understand that a diet means different things to different people. We'll always ensure you eat regularly and eat well. We only want what's best for you." Emily's mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty. Her family had answered the questions without actually telling her anything and there seemed to be an undertone to their replies which, whether real or imagined, left her feeling trapped and unable to make a clear choice without the information she craved. Once again, she gazed at Miranda, her eyes begging for guidance, but her aunt's hands were tied. Emily felt a deep, gnawing anxiety and looked again the plate of éclair pastries, sat tantalizingly before her. Despite the recent revelation about her weight gain and talk of dieting, the sweet pastries proved irresistible. She couldn't defy the allure of the creamy, chocolate-covered treats, her fingers trembling as she reached for one, her willpower weakening in the face of the delicious confections. However, even as she indulged in the first bite, her determination to understand the implications of her decision remained unwavering. Between bites of the éclair, she continued to press her family for more information, her tone determined yet tinged with vulnerability. "It’s a big decision for me Grandma. Please, can you be clearer?" Emily's eyes locked onto Margaret's, searching for a commitment. Margaret hesitated, her piercing gaze meeting Emily's. "It is very simple, Emily. Whatever you choose, we'll do our best to protect you, but if you go back to school, we can't guarantee anything." Emily's heart sank at the uncertainty of that response. She took another bite of the éclair, savouring the sweetness on her tongue, as she prepared to ask another crucial question. "But if I decide to lose weight?" She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was Miranda who offered the comforting touch and Emily noticed that the anxiety in her aunt's eyes had transformed into a fierce determination. She was no longer willing to remain silent. With a steadying breath, Miranda finally spoke up. Her voice trembled but carried a profound sincerity. "Emily, I want you to know that whatever you decide, I will support you. But, if you decide to go to school, there's a chance that, well, things might not change as much as we'd hope." Her eyes darted briefly toward Abigail and Margaret, who exchanged wary glances. "It's difficult to predict, Em. You might still have to face the bullying." She glanced back at Emily, her expression conflicted. "But if you choose to stay home, we'll take care of you, just as we have been doing this last month. You won't have to worry about bullies, and you can have all the delicious treats you want." Emily’s mind started racing at the mention of more food. She hesitated for a moment deep in thought and then with her voice laced with uncertainty asked: "Does that mean that if I choose to stay home, I will gain more weight? Will I get even fatter?" Margaret's gaze bore into her, her expression unreadable. The room fell into an eerie silence, the weight of Emily's question hanging heavy in the air. Abigail looked at her daughter, her eyes filled with a strange mixture of concern and anticipation. Finally, Miranda cleared her throat, her voice almost a whisper as she answered, "Well, Em, if you stay home, we'll take care of you, make sure you're happy and comfortable. You can enjoy all the things you love, including your favourite food and treats. But, yes, it might well mean, you could gain a little more weight." She averted her eyes, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of the dining table, unable to meet Emily's gaze. "It's all about what you want; what makes you happiest." The stillness in the room seemed to grow as Emily processed the information, her decision looming before her. Margaret sighed impatiently, her voice holding a tone of finality as she spoke. "Emily, dear, you must understand that whatever you choose there will be consequences. This is part of growing up! At school, it will be bullying, but if you decide to stay home and embrace a life of indulgence, well... You have just had a month of that lifestyle and you have gained several pounds! If that is your decision, you know that you'll have a loving family, a life free from worries, and it will be filled with decadence, joy, and everything you desire. However, there is a very real possibility that you might find yourself changing physically." She paused, her eyes locking onto Emily's, her words firm. "We need you to be certain about this choice. If we remove you from school, it will be very difficult for us to get you back in, so make the decision as if there will be no turning back, regardless what you decide. It's either you go back to school and start your diet, facing potential hardships, or stay home and live a life of abundance, even if it means you'll be... chunkier. It's all about your happiness and what you truly want." The atmosphere in the room seemed to grow even heavier; the gravity of the decision pressing down on Emily's shoulders. Emily, her mind spinning with thoughts, took a deep breath. She thought of her family, their love and care, but also the undeniable allure of the indulgent life they offered. She was fully aware of the consequences, yet the sense of warmth, love, and comfort in her home was overpowering. The bullies, the struggles at school they seemed distant and insignificant in comparison to the affection and support she received here. With a firm, unwavering tone, Emily made her decision "I choose to stay home," she said, knowing that, for better or worse, she was committing herself to a life that had suddenly become both inviting and intimidating. The path ahead was uncertain, but she had chosen the road leading to the family she loved and a future filled with the comforts she had grown to adore. * * * The room was thick with a murky cocktail of triumph and relief, yet there was an undercurrent of silent apprehension. Emily's decision had been made, and it was now clear that their peculiar family dynamic, built on secrets, would persist, enshrouding her in both affection and mystery. With that one choice, her future had been determined and Emily had unknowingly sealed her fate. Abigail took complete control of their mission, and with a sense of duty, she pushed forward, driven by the assurance that Emily was willingly, even eagerly, embracing this path. Her culinary creations expanded in scope and richness and the family openly expressed their love for Emily through food. The dinners were boisterous affairs filled with laughter and joy, each family member working diligently to ensure that Emily's plate was never empty. Their encouragement was fervent, showering her with praise for every morsel she devoured. They loved watching the fruits of their labour materialise, with Emily's body slowly but undeniably changing: her figure rounding out with softness. As the months went by, Emily's appetite continued to grow, as did the number of treats and snacks that found their way into her eager hands. She was no longer just a willing participant but an enthusiastic one. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, an ordinary afternoon took a dark turn as Margaret, with an air of unsettling determination, guided Emily into the living room. Abigail and Miranda joined them, taking their places quietly on the sofa. As Emily settled in, her eyes fell upon the bathroom scales and tape measure laid out on the coffee table and the usual atmosphere of family warmth suddenly felt ominous and disturbing. Margaret's smile was tight; the warmth forced as she began to speak in a calculated tone, almost as though her words had been rehearsed. "Darling, we've observed how much you've embraced this life, the changes in your body, and your love for indulgence. We want to ensure you continue on this path that you relish so much and therefore, starting today, we will institute regular weigh-ins and measurements.” Anxious and slightly alarmed, Emily struggled to grasp what Margaret meant. Her mind churned with questions, doubts taking root as she traced back the patterns of her family's behaviour. Something was not quite right with their formality today; there was something they were not telling her. Emily pondered the last few years, her brow furrowing in contemplation. Each memory, each indulgence, now seemed like pieces of a puzzling game she hadn't known she was playing. She considered their affectionate gestures and the sheer amount of food provided, her hand subconsciously rubbing her rounded belly. Each detail began morphing into something sinister under her scrutiny, and a thought began to take shape; a haunting whisper lingering in the corners of her mind, although she felt reluctant to accept such a chilling possibility She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt before finally mustering the courage to speak. "I don't understand, Grandma. I thought... I thought gaining weight was just happening because of how we were living. But you make it sound… planned?" Margaret's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Her response, delivered with an eerie calmness, felt almost rehearsed. "Oh, it's a bit of both, dear," she offered vaguely, the words sounding less like an explanation and more like a generic comment. Emily sensed a veiled intention behind Margaret's answer, an unsettling realisation that things weren't as innocent as they seemed. She looked at Abigail and Miranda, but they both sat in silence, adding nothing to the conversation. Emily's thoughts raced, a growing awareness stirring a disquiet that edged toward dread. The seemingly benign gestures now appeared as threads woven into a complex, ominous design. “You see, we have been creating a loving environment where you feel free to enjoy life,” continued Margaret. “The goal was to ensure your happiness, security, and well-being. We certainly succeeded in this! But now we need a more structured approach." Emily could not shake the feeling that there was more to this; the whole thing went much deeper. "Are you saying that you wanted me to gain weight?" Emily’s voice quivered with a growing horror, though a part of her desperately clung to the hope that her conclusion was somehow mistaken. "Why? How long have you been planning this?" Her words faltered, each syllable laden with a mix of disbelief and the dread of uncovering an unsettling truth. Her eyes darted between her family members, an unnatural silence lingering as Margaret paused, deciding how much to reveal. "We believe this is the best path to happiness, Emily. We've been laying the groundwork for quite some time.” Emily's eyes widened as the brutal truth crashed over her like a dark wave. The idea that her family could orchestrate her weight gain left her feeling hollow and trapped in a web of manipulation. A gnawing sense of paranoia gripped her and she felt an icy knot forming in her stomach. Emily's eyes fixated on Miranda, her gaze piercing her aunt and closest confidante. When she spoke, her voice was tinged with a mixture of frustration and desperation, and unable to hide the feeling of betrayal. "Miranda, why would you let them do this to me?" Miranda squirmed uncomfortably under Emily's intense scrutiny. The guilt of her own involvement left her wrestling with her conscience and when she spoke her response was barely a whisper, laced with regret., "I... I thought it was for the best. I wanted to secure our future." Tears welled up in Emily's eyes as she considered Miranda's words. The deception cut deeper than she had imagined, a searing wound inflicted not only by her mother and grandma, but also her aunt, who had been a surrogate big sister as well as her most trusted and dearest friend. The truth, raw and unvarnished, left her feeling utterly helpless. Amid the suffocating silence that hung in the room, Abigail attempted to console Emily. She reached out and gently placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, but did not speak. Miranda, no longer able to meet Emily's gaze, lit a cigarette with trembling hands, taking deep drags to calm her own nerves. She couldn't bear to look at her niece, knowing the role she had played in this elaborate deception. In contrast to her daughters, Margaret remained unmoved a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Now, as I was saying, Emily,” continued Margaret leaning back in her chair, “our aim is to ensure a secure future. We'll be meticulously monitoring your on-going progress. It's about making calculated adjustments for your well-being and confirming that you are reaching your goals." “Goals?” Emily frowned with curiosity and a hint of trepidation. The earlier mention of weigh-ins and measurements had given an unnerving hint of a planned transformation. Now the idea of goals showed that this was no longer about occasional indulgence; it was a systematic approach to intentionally increase her weight further! Margaret nodded and continued, seemingly indifferent to Emily’s increasing distress. "Yes. We intend to set specific and achievable targets for your weight gain." It was not a question and Margaret was not asking for Emily’s opinion. It was a statement of fact, defining a new reality. Emily felt a surge of revulsion and disbelief at the notion. Her emotions swirled, but despite the whirlwind of confusion and fear clouding her thoughts, pieces of a dark puzzle were falling into place, completing the horrifying picture she hadn't dared to see before. The mention of target gains really struck a nerve, and Emily realised that this wasn’t merely about her choices; her family was involved in something far more insidious than they let on. “No more half-truths or vague explanations. I need to understand what's really been going on," Emily insisted, her voice a blend of anger and desperation at her rising sense of dread. Margaret sighed, her patience wearing thin. She locked eyes with Emily and spoke with an unsettling clarity. "Alright Emily, I will give you a straight answer! You have been nurtured and loved and we have all worked to ensure your happiness. We've encouraged your enjoyment of food, especially those delectable desserts you adore, and as we hoped, you've indulged in every dish and treat. You have allowed yourself to become, shall we say, pleasantly plump. But Emily, it has been your choice; we never forced anything upon you. However, our intention now is to ensure you do gain more weight, to create a life of love and abundance.” A wave of conflicting emotions swept through Emily as Margaret's words hit home. She felt a twinge of disappointment with herself, reluctantly acknowledging the countless times she overindulged in the sweet temptations offered by her family, but beneath that acceptance lingered a sense of injustice. They had knowingly exploited her weakness, enticing her with a never-ending supply of cakes and desserts; they were certainly complicit in encouraging her to stuff herself beyond restraint, deliberately leveraging her own cravings against her. Despite Emily’s acceptance of her own actions there was a definite realisation of her family's manipulative intent. "So you want me to continue gaining weight?” Emily said slowly. Margaret's expression remained stoic, her gaze cold and unwavering as she slowly nodded in acknowledgment. "Absolutely! We will encourage you to eat even more of those desserts and cakes you love so much," Margaret replied, her tone clinical and her eyes glowing with an unsettling sense of victory. "And of course, we will be increasing your portion sizes at meal times, because now that you understand what we plan to do, subtlety is no longer necessary.” She paused thoughtfully for a few seconds and then reached a decision. “In fact, we may as well begin fattening you up tonight!" Margaret’s unflinching admission landed like a crushing weight upon Emily's chest, shattering her sense of trust. Violation, deceit, and a suffocating feeling of being used melded into a torrent of emotions within her. The stark reality of her family's calculated manipulation overwhelmed her, leaving her reeling in shock and disbelief. As she grappled with the burden of this revelation, a chilling uncertainty crept in, hinting at darker truths lurking beneath the surface. Shadows seemed to elongate, a foreboding atmosphere weaving an unspoken narrative of hidden agendas. Emily sat in silence, her mind confronting the horrifying reality of her future and the gnawing curiosity that whispered of secrets yet to be uncovered.

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Hey Curvge community! I'm an advocate for this website. I love how this site is bringing our niche community together. I would like to be more involved and support any feeders out there from Michigan. I live in the Metro Detroit area and would love to support any feeder on her weight gain journey anyway I can. Please respond to this post or send a private message. I'll exchange pics and content. Looking forward to connecting!

Hello! My name is Max and I’m relatively new to curvage. Looking for some new experiences (virtually) and perhaps some in -person feeding sessions in the near future. Living in the Southern New England area. Hit me up! Max

So I ranted to some haters about our fetish and wanted to share with you guys. I too have this fetish and see it as an important part of my life. Think of it as a much rarer version of a gay person. It's simply something that I prefrence. I'm sexually satisfied when my partner puts on weight as long as they understand the guidelines that I live by prior to establishing a serious conection. I was at first extremely embarrassed by this fact about me and had to over come a lot of shame to speak openly about it. Ide start by saying so I'm weird don't judge me please. Then ide say ok so I like big girls. Well I like small girls but I like when they get bigger. And ide usually get a response like you want me to get fat. That was the best and easiest response I could ask for. From that point on we both are clear what we are expecting. I start with asking if there hungry. If they say yes I put on my game face! This is a big moment for me I can't mess this up. Its up to me to make this girl my queen. Spoil her like shes never been spoiled before cook a meal that makes her mouth water and hopefully she enjoys this treatment. If I give her an experience that she is pleased with and she decides our unusual yet honest interaction is special. She simply eats what I offer. There is a more extreme part of my fetish called forced feeding but again only if it's attractive to my partner. It's completely up to her how far she wants to take it. The relationship rides on one party's desire to submit to another. She is fully in control of her desisions. As soon as she communicates a discomfort with her body and size we work together to not exceed this limit she's comfertable with. This fetish gives more satisfaction than you would think. First we have the physical part. This is unlike your typical sexual interaction because change is encouraged. Think of the time you had great sex. Now think if you were willing to invest your body to make it more satisfying. the difference between sex one day and sex the next is no longer the same. Were both dedicated to take things further than the last time. the simple satisfaction of touching another humans soft comforting flesh. I always prefer soft over hard it's the feeling of comfort that only fat cells can offer. I'm satisfied with the progress and the new curves as soon as I notice them. there like opening presents on Christmas morning. I'm surely satisfied with the gifts but we can have more. We both want more. We are often shocked at how much weight we've gained. We feel satisfied yet embarrassed. We get off when we have a family gathering were everyone's gunna get to see how fat she's got. Acceptince of yourself no matter the size is a challenge. if we can learn to be happy with yourself big or small we can learn to appreciate this temporary exestence. We can appreciate it pound by pound. We can experience sex at all sizes and shapes. I'm talking sex is never the same and never boring. She gives me the gift of her body. I take care of it like the temple it is. If she reaches a point of discomfort we work together to loose some weight we can experience the process as many times as were willing to put in the work for. It's not a sick thing that poeple look at it as it's special and unique to all the are involved our unique traits and feetures is what makes the world such an interesting place. Wouldn't this suck if we were all the same!

Hello I'm 22 6'4 and pretty skinny bayarea local here looking for other locals to feed and stuff silly 😋 I'm not looking to gain any weight myself. Dm me if interested

Hey y’all, wanted to see if anyone’s gained using Boost plus drinks. Drinking 4 a day (1440cal) and putting on roughly 3lbs a week. Wanted to see if anyone’s gained with it and what it was like for you?!

Love to chat with a bbw or ssbbw about weight gaining. Seems like a lot of the fetish of weight gain has changed. like someone to chat with about it I guess

Okay so a little bit of background here: My girlfriend and I have been together for about 4 months now, she's not only my first girlfriend but my first relationship ever. She's also a few years older than me and so is the experienced in our relationship. On the first night we met we immediately became a couple, which was I was amazed at, since she's everything I have ever wanted in a girlfriend. She's taller than me, about 165 cm and weighs around 55 kg, she eats healthy food and works out a lot, goes swimming, biking, hiking etc and she works as an ICU nurse so she is constantly on her feet and really fit. She has tattoos and piercings and that kind of hippie chill vibe to her. I myself am slightly overweight at 153cm and balancing at 62/63kg. I have spent most of my life being super self conscious about my looks, I have a tendency to overeat when I'm stressed and in years when school got harder and the added stress of figuring out my sexuality has made me gain a lot of weight. In the beginning of our relationship it never struck me as odd that she liked to give me belly rubs and put her hands on top of it when we were watching TV. In the bedroom, she would kiss and stroke my belly too which surprisingly really turned me on and I loved it. She would sometimes buy me large meals or cook for me at home and always loved to rub my belly when it was tight and swollen, but I still had zero suspicions. Last week she came out to me about her preferences. She said that she really likes girls with a belly and just a little extra weight on them, and then she asked me if I would be open to even gaining a little weight. At first I was shocked and a little upset because I just felt like a checked off criteria box. But she reassured me that she loves my body exactly the way it is, and that if I chose not gain weight or even lose weight she would not love me any less. I'm still quite unsure. The idea does excite me a little and I actually like having my belly played with but then there's this part of me that fills up with dread at the idea of getting fatter and I'm just so torn! What should I do? Should I give gaining a try?

The angle makes my tummy look huge I can’t wait to be this big I’m 248 wanna make it to 260

What's up? New to curvage looking to make some new and bigger friends

I'm lots of fun but been so single in not making out ! Also I'd love to take you out to eat . Let's met up n grab some coffee n as many donuts as u like ? 😜🙄😈👽🍩🎂🍰🍦🍕🌮🍔🍪🍩🍮🍧🍲🍵☕️🍩🍩🍩🍪🍩🍼🎱🍻🍱🍱🍱🍜ps pho is my favorite - Matthew Strange

Which is gets you off more masturabation, or eating...or combining the two? Let me know! I need to do research for contest! Follow me and I will follow you back!

Idk if this is the right forum to post this in but i'ts been on my mind for a bit. And that is do any of you feeders like to be fat yourselves? Always been an interesting topic to me and i've found myself gaining a small amount of weight recently I asked myself "do I like this?" Like of course I love fat girls and seeing them gain weight more than anything, but do i myself enjoy it? I think the answer is no...? It feels blasphemous to say but I almost want to try and loose weight because I'm not the one that I want to get fat, I want my partners to. I think maybe it comes from me enjoying comparing myself to them and how much heavier/ bigger they are than me, and I never want to question that, they are in fact bigger than me. Idk im really curious about what the rest of you think on this topic?

Bay Area looking for a hot date I'm very chill and would love to take you out no pressure on the kinks - just wanna have fun and kiss your belly button -ect

https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/kqfjohnz6uakyz_6ayeezw/a-day-of-gluttony Short interactive text adventure from the perspective of a feedee. Male or female players. Have fun!