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  1. Batman76

    The Calling

    This is a 9 chapter + epilogue story that is entirely @flyer33 fault for suggesting it. Starring characters that are in no way resembling real people. The Calling Chapter 1: The Shadow Over Hero Girl Productions can be cursed. Not just in the “Don’t Say the Word MacBeth” way anyone who’s watched a cartoon could tell you, either. Some films are such complete and total disasters behind the scenes that cast and crew ignore primadonna directors and temperamental stars and wonky effects to point directly at the supernatural. Most of these are, of course, false. When Heaven’s Gate spiralled out of control to the point its box office bombing sank the studio and the western genre, set members claimed the auteur director had made a deal with the devil that was coming due. Really, it had more to do with said director insisting the entire crew wait three hours to film a scene for clouds to move the right way and how he was scamming the studio by buying up the remote land he filmed on. When The Conqueror bombed at the box office and then every member of the cast and crew got cancer and died over the next twenty years, the superstitious claimed it was either the result of Producer Howard Hughes scamming a Native tribe for their land or an actual curse laid down by Genghis Khan. Of course, casting John Wayne as a Mongolian had every thing to do with the box office gross. And filming down wind of a nuclear test sight probably had more to do with the cancer than any curse. But very rarely, the superstitious naysayers are entirely right. Hero Girl was one of those rare occasions. It was and is and never will be, an action film based on a comic book character invented to keep merchandising rights in the 50s, retooled to try and exploit the feminism surge of the early 70s and retooled again into brainless cheese cake in the 80s and 90s. It has never been made and never will be made and it will always be being made, taking starlet after starlet down with it. Like radioactive desert soil, Hero Girl had lurked unseen and poisonous under the surface of Hollywood for over decades. In the 60s, Hero Girl was chosen to be the banner film for a blonde bomshell starlet, Lillian Lincoln. A famous beauty who’d romanced hall of fame ball players and presidents, Lincoln was on top of the world when the film was announced. How the super human action would have been shown via 60s effects was a mystery that was never answered. A broken condom for Lillian led to pregnancy related weight gain as she abandoned years of dieting, the actress famous curves went from an hour glass 36-20-36, to a soft and saggy 36-28-42, an unacceptable amount during Hollywood’s strict golden age. Having lost her looks and with them her patron’s attention, the bottom heavy Lillian slipped into immediate obscurity, believed to have died during a car crash on the way to a fat farm. Hero Girl went dormant, seemingly, for years. Over the next twenty years, a few starlet of the months from various Bond films or horror movies expressed interest. Not even the omni present cocaine of the 70s was enough for them to keep their figures but no one linked the sudden poundage to the forgotten film. After the success of the Superman and Batman films in the 80s, Hero Girl woke up and started fattening. The role was offered to the sole actress in Star Wars during ROTJ filming, the day before the metal bikini scenes. The steel bra had to be duct taped on and the rest of her costumes for the film had to be increasingly loosened to deal with the expanding actress, who never took another major role. When the part was offered to a house hold name supermodel Lindsay Lawford, she refused due to having a solid calendar of photo shoots already booked. Just being approached was enough, when she did a Pepsi shoot, it proved Lindsay had a genetic addiction to the sweetened corn syrup. Six months of six liters a day ruined her cover girl smile and made her centerfold body a cellulite coated, diabetic blob. Just before Batman and Robin seemingly doomed the superhero genre, Hero Girl struck again. The actress playing Batgirl, a gorgeous and athletic California blonde who’s acting talent was concentrated in her looks, was asked to read for Hero Girl ‘s latest test script a month before Batman’s shooting began. She arrived on set with a gut six inches too big around for her expensive costume, needing two refittings during production despite a personal trainer and a ban from craft services, to the tabloid’s delight. Between the Batman film being godawful and her good looks having turned into tabloid fodder, her promising career sank into obscurity and Hero Girl slipped away as studios abandoned superhero films. ...Or so it seemed. In the early 2000s, after X-Men had revived the genre, production on Hero Girl began again. To the misery of a handful of the character’s fans, the actress cast wasn’t a blue eyed blonde like the entirely fictional space alien protagonist, but an absolutely gorgeous African American actress Helena Fruit with a new Oscar and a smoking hot career to go with her stunning good looks. Unfortunately, a knee injury during training put Helena on the couch and she massively over indulged during six months recovery. By the end of the delay, Hero Girl would have needed another six months for its lead to lose the door jamming caboose she’d grown and she was replaced with a ginger Disney starlet, Tracey Truman, looking to move away from her goody too shoes image and embrace the smoking hot looks nature had given her. Unfortunately for Truman, the film’s curse made the weight from her partying pile up across her previously flat midriff. On the day for costume fitting, she stumbled in three hours late, still ** and fifty pounds over weight, most of it concentrated in a record winning beer belly that audibly sloshed. Her drunken tirade at the costumer didn’t ease the director’s nerves, nor did vomiting on him and passing out. Truman was replaced with the new flavor of the month, a brunette named Morgan Wolf who’d wowed in short shorts in a terrible sci fi action movie based on a toyline. Against all odds, Wolf made it through pre-production and even costume fitting...until a writer’s strike put filming on hold for six months. By the end of it, Wolf was so immensely pregnant with triplets that no amount of CGI could hide it and she was paid off a handsome severance sum, which helped as she was never going to fit into those shorts again without help. By this point it was 2010 and the success of the Marvel Cinematic Universe had executives hungry. Hero Girl’s curse feasted well, even as the movie went nowhere and every actress approached saw their career’s nosedive and their weight’s sky rocket. Everyone established in the film world had heard to stay away from the film, but there were plenty of undiscovered starlets with big eyes and tiny waists for it to pork up. By late 2018 it had devastated a whole crop of Sports Illustrated rookie of the Years trying to get into acting and the studio execs seemed desperate to find someone, anyone to play the part to get the movie started. They supposedly offered $30 million dollars to Evelyn Stone, a famously skinny british actress who’d rose to fame in schlocky pirate movies and then proved her acting chops in period dramas, the role. Some would have thought Stone was picked because she was known for being near anorexically thin. Others because she signed the contract while giving birth and was thus unlikely to get hit with surprise pregnancy weight like so many predecessors. With the contract came a stint in an elite, private weight loss clinic to help Stone lose the minimal amount of baby weight she’d gained, surely in record time. In early 2019, the studio signed another Brit, Tessa Holmes for Hero Girl. …. Tessa rubbed the back of her head as the car pulled through LA’s horrible traffic. It was a nervous habit and a bad one, even though her hair hid the surgery scar she’d didn’t want to aggravate it or the titanium plate beneath it. She made herself stop scratching, examining manicured nails instead and taking another sip of her Starbucks’ espresso. Tessa hated Starbucks, especially drinks like this, but the doctor said she needed the extra calories to keep her weight up, even after the last round of chemo and the cancer free diagnosis. “All right back there?” her driver asked, a suited man clean and slick as a new whistle. “Completely fine, just a bit jet lagged,” she replied, “really it would be easier if they didn’t film everything in LA.” She tried to make herself read the script, which was...ridiculous schlock parading as something worthwhile. Hero Girl was little more than masturbation fodder being made into a popcorn flick pretending to have a point about empowerment by a morally bankrupt studio run by monsters who’d have made Nazi propaganda if there was a profit to it, but Tessa was being offered $35 million for her time and contracts for sequels and spin offs worth three times that. It wasn’t like she really needed the money, she could have done nothing her whole adult life and lived comfortably, but she’d been out of the game for over a year thanks to the diagnosis she’d kept thankfully hidden. Starlets tended to wane around thirty if you didn’t get a big franchise, a horrifically sexist tendency but one the 29 year old Tessa was facing despite knowing how sexist it was. That was a lot of money, enough to fund a lot of the charity’s and causes she actually cared about. “Ha, ain’t that the truth,” the driver said over her inner monologue, putting on a turn signal, “say, this is...an odd question but…” Tessa inhaled, wondering what it would be. She’d been asked for autographs since she was a teenager and for creepy autographs not long after that. Being daintily attractive, with a washboard waistline, delicately shapely legs and a provocatively taut butt had kept her rich and successful, but also drawn an insufferable amount of fetishistic energy. She could only pray the driver wasn’t going to ask her to sign feet pics… “My daughter is obsessed with those magic movies you were in and is a big fan of that UN speech you gave, you wouldn’t mind signing an autograph would you? I’ve got a note pad in the glove box if its not too much trouble,” the driver asked kindly. The actress felt herself smile, “Of course, always happy too.” They arrived just after she signed the note and took a selfie, feeling self conscious about her hair length. She’d had short hair for years, but the little pixie cut she’d managed to grow out was positively boyish. Her hair was coming back quickly at least and she didn’t need a wig going out anymore, but it still made her feel bad. Granted, not as bad as being told she had cancer had made her feel, so things were looking up. Stepping out into the studio backlot, Tessa was instantly anonymous. Clad in yoga pants and a hoody, too warm for LA, she could have been any slightly built woman between 15 and 30. It was the nice thing about being short for an actress and being known as a fashionista. If she didn’t wear an ethically sourced gown or pants suit, then she looked like anyone. Honestly Tessa preferred it that way. Stepping up to the costuming department, she was pointed at the right office without being recognized. Tessa to the door and knocked politely, noticing she was rubbing the back of her head again. Her head was having some phantom pains again, memories of the surgery that weren’t real, and it had made her sleep like shit the night before, with weird dreams in the little sleep she’d had. “Yes?” a woman asked as the door opened, smiling to recognize her, “ah, Tessa, so good to see you again.” “Ah, Beth?” Tessa asked, walking in with a smile to a large room packed with sewing machines, measuring tapes and costume wracks stretching back a hundred feet, “right, Beth? Its good to work with you again, you made the Moses set bearable.” Beth was a late middle aged woman, going grey and looking like a well kept librarian. Pencil thin and huge eyed, she reminded Tessa of a very friendly preying mantis. She’d met her on the set of what was probably the last profitable Biblical epic, where she played the wife of the Hebrew Prophet in a highly inaccurate belly baring harem girl outfit. Tessa, barely 20 then, had been a little nervous to be so exposed, and Beth had been instrumental in making her feel comfortable. “Ah yes, well its my business to make the star’s comfortable. Hopefully one day I’ll get to dress you in something that isn’t ridiculous,” Beth smiled as Tessa walked past to set her purse on a small sofa, “this costume is almost as bad as that dancing girl get up and for some reason the writers insisted that your civilian alter ego be dressed frumpy and dumpy. At least I talked them out of the fat suit your character has to wear before getting powers from a glowing rock, ugh. You could tell this was written by a man from a mile off. Can I get you a coffee before we get started?” Tessa laughed, “No thanks, I’m pretty wired as it is. I couldn’t sleep at all on the plane and need to pass out in the hotel as soon as we get this done.” She turned, noticing that Beth was eyeing her analytically with a slight frown. “...Problem?” the actress asked. “Um, no, no. Just...have you been feeling well?” the costumer asked her with motherly concern. The actress bit her lip, “Ah, I’d thought that might come up. To be honest...I’m a lot better than I was. For the last year and a half I was...well I was extremely sick.” Beth’s eyes seemed to bulge, “Oh my word, I had no idea…” “I wanted it that way, rather not have poparazzi taking pics as I leave the hospital,” Tessa sighed, “and well, I lost quite a lot of weight from the treatments. Weight that I didn’t really have to lose to start with.” The costumer’s face winced with sympathy, “but you look...positively healthy now…” “Well, thank you. My prognosis is excellent and I’ve been following a diet and exercise program to get into shape. It hasn’t been easy, I’ve been wearing nothing but sweat pants and hoodies for nearly a year and had to rebuild some muscle,” Tessa went on, not bringing up how doctor’s had had to pull a bullet sized tumor out of the back of her head. “Ah, well...I’m sure it worked well, um...,” Beth told her, pausing as Tessa pulled off her hoodie. Her shirt had rode up a bit with it, and the actress automatically pulled it back down. She didn’t notice that it immediately rode back up, well past her belly button. Beth blushed, tearing her eyes away from the younger woman to look her in the eye. “I’d made some preliminaries with the measurements from Moses, I didn’t think they’d changed…,” Beth paused, “...so much…” “Oh, well I think I’m about back to where I was,” Tessa said, “would you like to measure me first or try the preliminary costumes?” Beth seemed nervous, biting her lip, “Well...let’s do some measurements first...I have a feeling that ...well, let’s just measure you.” Tessa didn’t quite understand the strange hesitancy of the costumer. She had to presume that talk of her illness had upset her, even not going into full details Tessa wasn’t surprised. Looking at her now, she probably just looked a little thin, not like someone who’d come within a whisper of dying. She stood up straight as Beth measured her, the tape wrapping around stomach, hips, chest, thigh, calf and bicep. It was familiar to her, almost comforting, for Tessa had never had a weight problem. “Um, Tessa, you used to be a 20 inch waist, right?” Beth asked her softly. “Yes, I think so, I know I've always been skinny. Have I not gotten back to that yet?” Tessa returned, “Do we need to take the costumes in?” “Well, not quite...I’m well, going to need to call the producer about this, unfortunately…,” Beth said with a brittle smile, “I’m sure it isn’t your fault but well, they hate it when an actress isn’t the right weight…” The actress felt her cheeks color as the older woman went towards a desk phone, “Wait, they’re going to be angry I’m a little thin? I know they said that the character had “a dancer’s build” whatever that means, but there’s a month to filming for me to put on some muscle.” The costumer sighed, looking at her up and down again with a sad smile, quite similar to a doctor’s with bad news. “Tessa, that’s...really the opposite of the problem. Let me break this gently, how much did you used to weigh?” she asked the actress gently. “Well...I mean I didn’t weigh myself every day…,” Tessa began. She’d been born rather lucky. Not just white and smart in a first world country to middle class parents, but pretty as well. Tessa had preferred walks and yoga over more intense exercise, but she’d had a humming bird metabolism and as a vegetarian had never struggled with her weight. But she remembered the doctor’s appointment after the head aches had started… “I weighed about fifty kilograms, that’d be...one hundred and ten, one hundred and fifteen pounds?” she offered. “Oh, so...about thirty pounds then, maybe thirty five,” Beth winced in sympathy. “I’m...there’s no way I weigh less than ninety pounds!” Tessa exclaimed, eyes bulging. For a moment there was silence, Beth looking at her sadly. “Listen Tessa, you’re still a gorgeous young woman. And if this industry wasn’t so...shit, I’d never say this. But...you’re not the right body shape for this role at the moment…,” Beth told her, “because well...well there’s a mirror and a scale in that changing room…” Stunned, Tessa walked towards the changing room as Beth began a call. She hadn’t thought herself so scrawny, she didn’t think she’d gotten much under a hundred pounds. God, no wonder she was feeling so tired… Inside the dressing room was Hero Girl’s costume, a blue mini skirt with a golden belt and a blue top. It was a midriff bearing disaster and probably not the final product, which was supposed to be more like a one piece, but Tessa’s attention was more focused on the mirror and who was in it. “What...what...WHAT?” Tessa gasped. Her face was basically as expected: pale and somewhat freckled, with a short brown pixie cut. It wasn’t drawn as she’d expected from a year of being sick, instead her cheeks were full and rosy...very full as a matter of fact. To the point that her cheekbones were more of a suggestion. And that her firm jawline was looking...soft. Soft enough to have a slight double chin that merged with a gently broader neck, instead of the swanlike neck. Tessa gulped, making herself look downwards. Her pale blue t-shirt was tight, so tight that she began feeling how snug it was as she took it in. Never busty, she hadn’t worn a bra and plump, heavy looking breasts were poking at the thin fabric. Not believing her eyes, she cupped the slightly sagging bust with her hands, boob flesh over flowing her fingers. Her shirt sleeves were tightly pinching her bicep, she followed suit, pinching excess fat on her bicep and tricep. “What...how…,” the actress asked herself, certain that when she’d put the clothes on they’d fit normally. Always, Tessa had had a flat stomach, washboard flat. But now...now she had a real belly, a lot of her weight going to a considerable paunch. It was big enough to get a hand under, her too small shirt riding up over her belly button, which itself looked deeper. There were squeezable love handles over her hips, all merging together into this embarrassing muffin top. Sucking in her stomach brought some temporary relief, enough for her shirt to go down, but holding it in wasn’t a permanent option. “There’s no way...I was...I was under my normal weight, I’m sure of it…,” Tessa said to herself, both amazed and horrified. She was an educated woman. Yes, she’d been on fashion mags and photo shoots and knew how much her looks played into her success, but she was also a feminist. She knew she was worth more than her looks, that thirty pounds was nothing compared to something major, especially after going through something major. Maybe if she’d seen it creep up that would be true but...not all at once… Girlish hips had turned womanly over night, stretching her yoga pants until she had a camel toe and leaving a red ring under her muffin top. She turned, wincing to see how her butt, taut and round from yoga, had ...well, fallen. It was soft and jiggly on the other side of near transparent spandex, her panties and a new patch of cellulite on each cheek. She patted it and it bounced for an uncomfortably long time, the ripple spreading to thighs that now touched. Chunky looking calves emerged from the bottom of the capris, embarrassingly thick for someone who’d always had shapely legs. “Is this some sort of night mare?” she asked, blinking, pinching a softened cheek to try and wake herself up, “Fuck, am I being punked?” Knowing that even a CGI mirror couldn’t make her feel the fat beneath her fingers, Tessa gingerly stepped onto the scale. Her stomach, on its own accord, sucked in as the scale blinked, as if that would help. Feeling like a death row inmate awaiting a possible pardon, the actress felt her chin buckle as she looked down to see blinking numbers. For a moment, it was a laughable six hundred sixty six, surely some sort of automatic response as it calculated. Then the red numbers turned blue plummeting to a much smaller but still far too large one hundred and forty nine pounds. Thirty five pounds higher than she’d ever weighed… “I...how, I’d have felt it surely,” Tessa said, remembering that she’d only been wearing sweat pants and not going out save for doctors appointments for over a year, “but I’ve been sick…” Not for several months and her appetite had come back quite well, with her ordering take out several times a week. “And I’ve been exercising…,” she said, knowing that a couple miles on a tread mill and stretching wasn’t going to equal the extra calories her doctors had said she should eat, “...maybe not enough…” It was a cold slap of reality, far better than another one she’d had but still shocking. She’d grown up with her mother complaining about her weight, and now it was happening to her… “Tessa, are you alright?” Beth asked her from the other side of the door. “I...well...I’m a little chubby but otherwise alright,” the actress sighed, hand going to her stomach, “at least its not public...but shit the movie...how can this be a superhero movie if…” “I talked to the producer,” the costumer told her, “and they’re very understanding…” Tessa had a mind for figures, she remembered her contract and its weight clause, “...and my lawyer would be very unhappy if they bring this up in public.” “Which is why they’re offering access to an exclusive and very, very secretive clinic, paid for by the studio…,” the costumer replied softly.
  2. Chapter 1 Three went in. None came out. They should have known better to enter a witch's grove. Neephree, Hexra, and Eevi were three well seasoned adventurers coming down from the peak of success. The three had plundered tombs of the Banefire king, been in and out of the Cavern's of Carnage, and scooped gold up by the handfuls from the well of wealth. All three were well trained, well equipped, and well prepared for any number of threats. After-all, one does not make it this far without accumulating some level of power. Which makes their demise all the more... interesting? Who would think what they thought to be an uninhabited grove would have been their end? Neephree looked down at her map, checking and double checking, her fluffy white catlike ears twitching about playfully as she did, "I think it's the place? The peak of peace can be seen on the horizon over there, well of youth a few miles o'er there," she remarked as she craned the map about - thinking perhaps a different angle would afford her a better view as her slit feline eyes winced at it. "Neephree, must you look at the map from forty different angles before determining a direction," short Hexra reached up, lazily gesturing her free hand without a staff in palm towards her half-feline companion, "Here, here - hand the thing over," she let out a tired sigh. "N'yo way!" The feline protested, white tail stuck out at a sharp angle through the hole in her cured oily black leather armor, "Eevi promised me I'd navigate us this time. Said we'd do better to work better if we learned all skills!" She kicked up a fuss, stamping her feet against the crunch of the brown dead leaves. Hexra let out a lazy sigh, reaching to her belt for her little purple tinted flask and brought it to her plush lips taking a small swig, "oh dear, oh my, oh goddess," she muttered between small sips of the bitter fluid, "I'm amazed Falsi bestowed you the title 'walker of shadows' when you are so..." she shook her head as she parsed through her wide vocabulary for a more agreeable term to describe her companion, "... Lively..." Of-course, this little fuss on Neephree's part was anything but genuine as the other gently scolded her. A blush lightly formed on her tanned face, a smirk growing as one of her fangs became visible, "Well as the holder of the title of walker of shadows I'd be doin' a dishonor to Falsi being so noisy. Thankfully not all noise is 'bad' noise," she suddenly had the purple tinted flask in hand while the other had the map in hand. Through deft sleight of hand, borderline sorcery, she had swapped the items. She took a swig as celebration, "Bottoms up!" She rolled her violet hues in response to being easily swindled by her sly friend, "You are hopelessly conniving," she pouted in an exaggerated manner before looking down to the map they were having a bit of a scuffle over before a playful, stern voice called on out. "Only you two could fight over a map when the destination is the blooming grove in the middle of a dead forest right before you!" Eevi sauntered on forward, obsidian half plates hugging her thinly muscled framed, "I looked the entrance over. Not a soul and it appears like the place is untouched - looks like we'll be plundering the riches of a dead witch today ladies." Neephree was always taken by Eevi's rousing little speeches as she pumped a fist in the air, "Riches!" she chirped. The tiny sorceress was not so easily excited as she thoughtfully stroked a finger through her silky violet hair, "Oh? Well, we should take precautions against curses, hexes, and what not. Would be most shameful to fall victim to one," she shot a catty glance at Neephree who was still helping herself to the rest of her hard drink, "Seems this one needs to be taught a lesson to not so easily take from a sorceress," she casually crossed her middle over her index finger, ran it in a crescent like motion through the air, while muttering the sorcerous word lowly, "inpleo..." The half-feline ran a hand over her thin belly as a burp escaped her lips, "Hexra...?" She innocently muttered, "Are you the one making me feel all bubbly?" thankfully her midriff was exposed showing off her flat tummy, which had slightly curved outwards, allowing for no restrictions as it grew, "Is this going to be like the titty spell? You wouldn't take it off me for weeks!" Hexra paid no attention to the protests of the bubbling feline and looked over to Eevi whose hair matched that of snow, "A working example of the dangers of taking from spell weavers, the feline took my flask and took a swig which allowed me to easily hex her with a bloat-curse. Given time... perhaps an hour... she will pop right open." "Pop!?" Neephree shouted in disbelief, a cat-like trill undercoating the yell, "Hey! Hey!" She glanced down at her belly which had pressed out in a fine, hard, curve as another belch escaped her lips Eevi's brow furrowed, looking most displeased, "Hexra, drop the curse..." she glanced over at the swelling cat girl, "Neephree, give her the flask back." Of-course, the cat held no hesitation to nearly slam the thing into Hexra, which the small sorceress slowly took a step back, a smugly assessing the damage thus far, "Oh, she has plenty of room to grow before she bursts wide open," she leaned forward, thick hips jutting out against her low-hemmed skirt, poking the belly of the feline as she took the flask back into hand, "I think I'll observe my work for a bit longer back at camp before sparing her..." she coldly stated, tones of friendship which coated her voice absent from earlier. Eevi took a deep breath in and out, letting out a slow sigh, knowing the sorceress was necessary despite her abrupt sadistic episodes, "Please make sure she is in fighting shape at dawn," she wandered on off, "I'm going to keep observing the perimeter. Get back to camp." Of-course, Neephree was not happy with this, not one bit. She planted a hand on her stomach rubbing it, "Hey! Hey! Eevi!?" Sadly, Eevi wandered off acting like she did not hear the pleas of the roguish companion. Hexra stepped in close, running her hands over the other's stomach, "What a lovely little curse..." she licked her lips, "How about we get you back to our tent and I get some oil on you... should delay your bursting by about another... hour or two..." Neephree let out a bit of a whimper as she was forced to comply feeling no choice in the matter. ... unfortunatly, and sadly, this was not the only crueltly she would have to face at the hands of a sorceress in the coming days
  3. Content Warning: Magic, weight changes, gender changes, mental changes, and clowns (eugh) It’s time, Brittany thought, grinning to herself maliciously. She ran her fingers over the tickets she’d spent all day at the fair trying to get, sweating with nervous anticipation. This was it. While her friends were still preoccupied, she took a deep breath and did her best to suppress her excitement before looking back at them. Logically, they shouldn’t have any reason to think she was hiding something, but it was better safe than sorry. She needed them to do this with her. As always, she watched her childhood friend Sophia laughing and playfully flirting with her boyfriend, Jayden, with a tinge of jealousy, followed soon by guilt. Even more so than usual. But she quickly quashed them both. Calm down. We’re just doing this for fun, she told herself. After all, it was just a rumor. There’s no telling if it’s true. Having convinced herself for now, she put on the most innocent smile she could muster without it feeling forced and ran over to her friends, who were currently busying themselves with a game of ring toss. Unsurprisingly, Jayden was fairing the best, being the most athletic of the trio with a long reach to boot. Brittany watched and waited from the sidelines, planning to approach them when they were finished. Ultimately, even with they’re combined efforts, they only managed to win a keychain with a weird looking cat on the end. “This carnival is weird.” Jayden said, examining the cat’s comically frightened expression. “Well, it’s really all about the game, anyway. Nobody really plays them for the prizes.” Sophia replied with a shrug. “So, you guys are done with the booths for now?” “I guess. Why, did you want go stand in line for the rides again or something?” “Something like that. Here.” Brittany handed each of them one of the purple tickets she was previously clutching in her fist. Jayden held it up curiously, trying to read it in the blinking lights of the carnival booths. “What’s this for?” “It’s for a special attraction I heard about at the back of the fair. I wanna go and check it out with you guys, so I bought us some tickets.” “Special attraction? Like a magic show?” Sophia said, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t wanna spoil the surprise. You’ll go with me though, right?” Jayden and Sophia shared a glance before shrugging. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” Sophia replied with a smile. “Yes!” Brittany exclaimed with a genuinely excited fist pump. Sophia giggled in response while Jayden suppressed a sigh as they followed the excited girl down the street lined with booths to their destination. Jayden couldn’t help but acknowledge how the shorter girl was practically skipping with giddiness, a sight made all the more ridiculous by her physique. His girlfriend’s bestie was a chubby, pear shaped girl with dark brown hair she kept in a neat bob that did little to hide her round face and massive, childlike eyes. Her large hips and portly thighs were well contained by a set of jean shorts and black leggings that fit snuggly enough not to hike down, as well a jean vest and an orange shirt with horizontal black stripes, which as one would expect, only further accentuated her girth. Despite this, she’d been running around all night, from booth to booth, ride to ride, and still somehow had energy to spare. If it weren’t for that appetite of hers, she’d probably be in better shape than Sophia, he mused. On that note, as the leader of their party bounded down the road, Jayden looked down at his date giggling next to him with a familiar discomfort. Once again, Sophia appeared to be blind to the obvious. Jayden sighed, once again electing to bring it up later. Brittany was having fun for now. He could at least wait until they weren’t in public. Immediately upon looking ahead, Brittany stopped. They were here. Ahead of them was a large purple circus tent, embroidered with blue and gold stars. Above the entrance hung a sign, illuminated by a set of flood lights at the bottom, with a sinister looking clown on top: “Helga’s Haunted Hall of Mirrors”. To the right of the entrance was a small booth, manned by a very bored looking female clown reading a newspaper. “Is this a new attraction? I don’t remember this thing being here last year…” Jayden commented, looking at the sign’s evil-looking white eyes with suspicion. “This isn’t some kind of haunted house, is it? You know I can’t handle those, Bee.” Sophia muttered nervously. “Oh, don’t be such a baby. You’ll have me and Jayden to protect you. Besides, I heard this was supposed to be more cool than scary. It’s got like, ‘state of the art effects’.” Brittany said reassuringly, already trotting backwards over to the booth. Upon hearing their voices, the clown inside the booth looked up from her paper with surprise, noticing she had customers. “Oh! Hello folks. You here try out our hall of mirrors?” She said, sounding genuinely flustered. “Yep. Here’s my ticket.” The clown pinched the ticket between her the thumb and forefingers of her gloved hand, which just so happened to only have four digits in total. Jayden could tell, based off how her fingers flexed, that she’d shoved two of them into the middle slot. She looked more or less like the rest of the employees they’d encountered at the fair so far, albeit with clown makeup on. She wore the same red vest as the rest of the employees, along with a set of black trousers held up by yellow suspenders, a red nose, and floppy red shoes visible with her right leg crossed over the other. Her ginger toned hair was tied back into a pony tail with a tiny black bowler hat balanced on her head to complete the look. “Looks good to me.” She said finally. “Hand me your tickets and you can go on in. But you’ve gotta go in one at a time, and no running. Can’t have you breaking the mirrors.” “Why do we need to go in one at a time?” Sophia said nervously. “It’s supposed to be more fun that way. At least that’s what the boss said.” “I’m assuming that’s Helga?” Jayden asked with curiosity. “Yep. She’s the one who designed this place for the fair.” “So this is a new attraction, right? Where’s the line? You’d think there’d be more people…” “Yeah, one of the customers earlier mentioned that. Something about the tickets being hard to find… not really my problem, though. I still get paid either way, so…” “Fair enough.” “You guys coming, or what?” Brittany yelled back, already passing through the tent. “Wait up! *sigh* we’re just going to go in together. Is that a problem?” “Nope, not to me at least.” The clown replied, taking their tickets. “Have fun.” With a nod and girlfriend in tow, Jayden followed Brittany inside, feeling Sophia squish up against him as the darkness of the tent inside washed over them. They were in some sort of tunnel where, up ahead, he could see yellow light pouring in through the closed flaps of a fabric door a few feet ahead, and he could faintly make out Brittany’s excited squeals. For just a moment, Sophia let go of Jayden long enough for him to part the entrance, blinding her with the surprisingly harsh light on the other side. That’s why it was only after she passed through the entrance herself that she realized she was alone.
  4. Day 1. Spooky season is upon us, we don't celebrate it much in Australia, but you'll find some neighbourhoods participating in trick or treating. Mine is one of those places. I must admit, I do enjoy handing out candy (or lollies for the fellow Australian's), but I especially enjoy eating all the leftovers. I have big plans to decorate the house, the spookier the better. Dressing the windows with cobwebs, illuminating the yard with glowing pumpkins and strategically placing frightful skeletons. I am also looking forward to dressing up. I was thinking a plump Powerpuff girl or something equally amusing. Can you imagine a super sized Bubbles 🤭 I must admit, there is something quite eery about tonight, I can hear the low moaning of the wind as it passes through my empty street. The occasional truck on the bypass or train down the line breaking up the silence. I left my window open to enjoy the cool air, but I must remember to close it before I drift off to sleep. Maybe I'm just a little more skittish this time if year, but something just doesn't feel right. I'm sure it is nothing, I had better fix myself a snack before bed, a peanut butter sandwich and glass of milk should help ease my mind.
  5. Perhaps you were expecting a man? I have as many forms as I have names; Goddess of Gluttony, Eater of Sin, Lucifer... the Devil. I chose a shape that I knew you'd find alluring. I like those that I'm about to broker a deal with to be visually enticed. Shall we get to business? I sense that this isn't about lust. It's about need. A need that is so deeply seeded that it pulls on your very soul. You long to grow immensely obese. Even bigger than the body that I've chosen. You want to be a living pile of lard. To be the fattest human to have ever lived. I'm glad you came to me. I'm just the right person to be able to make that happen for you.
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  7. There's no escape, the moment that you put this VHS tape in your VCR you were cursed. Cursed to get fatter, and fatter, and fatter. Just a month ago I was active and attractive; the captain of school's cheerleading squad. Now look at me, a useless pile of quivering blubber! The worst part of this curse... you start enjoying it.
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  8. Hello All, I'm a new member, and I like to write weight gain stories. I posted several installments of my new story, "The Company", on Curvage, but some members told me I posted in the wrong place. So, I'm reposting this in the Stories Forum, and hopefully you will all like it. I have other weight gain ebooks available on Amazon. Just search for Janno Jones. Thank you! Hope you like this. Janno The Company Albert Branson was in love with his new bride Liana. He loved her chestnut brown hair, her milky skin, her full lips, her shy smile. Most of all, however, he loved her trim little figure. She was a very shy, modest girl who never wore anything more revealing than a long skirt and a sweater, and she herself often described herself as "mousy". She was a librarian in their town of Oneida, New York, and she loved books and crossword puzzles and did not like taking risks in any way. She had such a quiet voice that Albert often had to strain to hear her. It was true, there were times when he wished she would be a little more extroverted, but that did not change the fact that he loved her deeply. They had only been married two years when a large food processing conglomerate named ALLGRO bought out Albert's small company, that had been manufacturing pork products for 100 years. The week after the buyout a few top executives from ALLGRO hosted a cocktail reception for the employees and their families, just to get to know everyone, and then a week after that Albert was called into his boss's office and told he was being offered a new position. "They want you to go to their main plant, in Nebraska," his boss said. "They were impressed by you and your wife when they met you last week." "My wife?" Albert said. "Why would they care about her? She's not an employee." "Oh, I don't know," the boss said. "I guess they have a certain image they like to maintain out there. They're the largest employer in the state, and they like their employees and their wives to fit a certain mold." "But Liana is very quiet," Albert said. "She's shy, and she doesn't fit the mold of a corporate wife." The boss smiled. "They must see some potential in her." The transfer involved a considerable pay raise, enough to convince Albert he should at least try out the new job. Even if Liana hated Nebraska, he could get some good job experience and make some extra money to put in his savings account before they moved back. So, they moved to Nebraska. Liana was not thrilled about the move, because she had to give up her librarian job, and of course the move involved uprooting herself from her comfortable small town and going somewhere totally new and strange. But, she decided that if Albert wanted this, she'd at least have to try it out. And at first it seemed like a dream come true. The company set them up in a house that it owned, for one thing, so they had no mortgage or rent to pay. The house was in a neighborhood of similar houses, all owned by the company. They were two-bedroom bungalows, on small, well-kept lots, with white picket fences and flower pots on all the windowsills. They were like perfect little doll houses, with only one thing that didn't seem to fit -- the kitchens all had huge, restaurant-sized refrigerators, triple the size of a normal refrigerator. "Why are the refrigerators so big?" Albert asked his boss the first day on the job. The boss was a pencil-thin man named Mr. Benson, and he smiled, showing a row of perfect white teeth. "The women in our area are proud of their cooking skills," he said. "They love to cook, and they love to eat. The company decided that we'd indulge that little hobby by giving them super size refrigerators." "Well, my wife may not fit in well around here then," Albert said. "She's not big on cooking. She's very health conscious, actually. She counts her calories every day, and she never overeats." "That so?" Mr. Benson said, smiling again. "Well, she might just change her mind once she tastes some of the delicious food our women make out here." Albert didn't think much about that comment for the rest of the day. He was too busy getting a tour of the meat processing plant, settling in to his office, and meeting all his coworkers. It did seem a little strange to him that all the men he met were just as thin as Mr. Benson, and the few women he saw in the office were definitely not thin. In fact, they were all at least 50 pounds overweight. He put the thought out of his mind, though, because there were so many new things to learn about. The meat processing plant was a modern, high-tech affair, with robots arms doing some of the work on a vast conveyor belt that carried cuts of pork along to be processed and packaged. Mr. Benson beamed with pride when he showed it to Albert. "Pretty futuristic, eh?" he said. "This is the future of pork, Albert, and we're on the cutting edge of it here. I'm sure you'll enjoy working here, son. This is a place with a future for you and your pretty wife." Albert thought it was strange that Mr. Benson brought up his wife again, but he shrugged it off. When he got home he was exhausted from his long day, but strangely, he was not very hungry. He'd only had an appetite for salad when he ate lunch at the company cafeteria, but he noticed the female employees had trays that were piled high with all sorts of fattening foods -- hamburgers, pizza, french fries, macaroni and cheese, and two or three desserts. They'd sit down at a long table and commence eating with great gusto, talking and laughing raucously, their large bodies shaking with laughter, their cheeks quivering with glee. He opened the front door of his cute little house and was amazed to see his cute, mousy little wife sitting at the kitchen table wiping crumbs from her lips, with an empty pie plate in front of her. She had a dreamy expression on her face, and when she saw him, she smiled and gave a demure little burp. “Liana,’” Albert said, “did you just finish that whole pie yourself?” “Yes,” she said, “and it was delicious!” “But I didn't know you ate pie,” Albert said. “I thought you hated it, actually. You always say it has too many calories.” “Well normally I do hate it,” she said, “but Stacy Flowers, who's our next door neighbor, came over this afternoon and brought the pie to welcome me to the neighborhood. She told me that she baked it specially for me, and I didn’t know what to say. “You know how I have a hard time saying no to people,” she continued. “This Stacy was very aggressive and just barged in here and sat down and told me she was going to be my new best friend. She was very rude. She told me I'm too skinny and I won't fit in around here if I don't gain some weight.” “Really?” Albert said. “That's very rude. I thought people in the Midwest were much nicer than that.” “Me too,” said Liana. “I couldn't believe the way she talked to me, but I just didn't know what to do. She looked in our refrigerator and of course it just had some of my carrots and cucumbers and raw vegetables, and do you know what she said? ‘We’ll have to change all this, girlfriend!’ Can you imagine? And to top it all off she was dressed in the most revealing manner. I mean, she had on skintight yoga pants that were a shade of pink that almost blinded me and they showed every ounce of her fat rear end. And it was enormous! Women back home wouldn't dress like that -- they'd be too embarrassed to wear yoga pants that tight if they had a rear end like hers. She also had on a top that was really low cut, and she was just bursting out of it. Can you picture that?” Actually, Albert could picture it. He had an image of a voluptuous body with enormous breasts spilling out of a top. He could picture it very, very well. But he knew that it was against Liana's nature to dress so provocatively. “I'm sorry you had to see that,” he said. “I'm sure you wanted her to leave as soon as possible.” “Well I did,” Liana said, “but I don't know, the longer she stayed here the more I got to kind of tolerate her, if not like her. She's very loud and she had tons of makeup on and of course she's not my type of woman, but somehow she had this sort of hypnotic voice. And she wore this pendant that came down in the middle of her cleavage that was a very soothing blue color and the more I stared at it the more I found myself listening to her. It was very calming, and I felt safe and secure. And somehow, through this mental fog that enveloped me I could tell that she was taking the pie out of the box and cutting pieces of it. She cut a piece and gave it to me. I took a bite of it and it actually was very good. Very, very good! It was so soothing and tasted delicious and it made my belly feel all warm and comfortable. So I just sat there at the kitchen table listening to her talk and looking at that pendant, and the next thing I know I had eaten the whole pie.” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I'm sure you must feel terrible.” “No, actually I feel wonderful!” she said. “I haven’t felt this good in years. My stomach is full and I am happy. I was just sitting here thinking, why shouldn't women eat whatever they want? There's no reason why we should act like these little mousy things who are always worried about diets and exercise and trying to keep our bodies skinny. Don't you think?” Albert was astonished. Liana had never had such outspoken opinions before, and besides, the one thing she was always very strict about was her diet. She did not believe in overeating, ever, and to see her now, with bits of cherry pie crumbs still on her mouth, was a shock. “I guess so, honey,” was all Albert could manage to say. “So, I guess you’re not hungry after eating that whole pie, but could you make us a salad for dinner?” Liana snorted. “Salad? I don’t think so. That’s another one of those foods that women eat all the time, starving themselves to reach some unattainable body shape. No, I’m not interested in salad. In fact, you can make dinner yourself, honey. Stacy invited me to a girls night out tonight, so I can meet the neighbors. She’s coming by at 6:00, and we’re going out for dinner.” “Dinner?” Albert said. “But that’s only 30 minutes from now. I didn’t think you’d be hungry for dinner already.” “Oh, baby, I’m working up an appetite already,” Liana said, winking at him. She pushed the chair back from the table, rubbed her stomach and leered at him. Yes, Albert thought, when he reflected about it later -- the proper word for the look on her face was “leer”. She looked like she was ready to have him for supper. She gave him a little hip bump when she passed him, winked again, and then went upstairs to get ready. When she came downstairs at five minutes of six, Albert was amazed to see that she had makeup on. Liana had never been much for makeup before, preferring the plain look, but now she had some red in her lips and her eyes were outlined in black. It was all very tasteful, but on a woman who’d never worn any kind of makeup, it instantly made her look more sexy. She was still wearing one of her calf-length mousy dresses, but she’d put a pink ribbon in her hair and was walking with a definite sway to her hips. At 6:00 the doorbell rang, and Albert answered it, to see a plump twenty-five year old in a skintight hot pink sheath dress that showed every roll of fat in her abundant body. She had huge breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress, a prodigious belly that protruded in front, and a huge ass that jiggled with every step she took on her impossibly high heels. She had thick makeup, obscene red lips, and eyes that must have had three layers of false eyelashes. Her hair was thick and lustrous, and swept to the side over one eye. She came in and immediately grasped Albert in a vise grip of a hug, and he could feel her soft, warm, quivering flesh next to his. After what seemed like ages she released him, ran her eyes up and down him, and then reached around and slapped him on the butt. “Hiya, Al,” she said. “I’m Stacy, your neighbor. Looks like our little Liana has a sexy husband! No wonder she didn’t want to go out tonight -- I bet she wants to stay home and screw that cute body of yours!” Albert struggled to regain his composure. “Uh, nice to meet you,” he said. “I understand you’re going out with Liana. It’s nice that you’re introducing her to everyone. She’s a little shy, and--” “Oh, don’t you worry about her,” Stacy said. “We’ll bring her out of her shell. It’s probably because she’s skinny that she’s so damn shy. Girl just needs a little more weight on her, and some fashion and beauty tips, and she’ll be fine. Just leave it to us, fella!” “Okay, Albert, I’m going,” Liana said, and she leaned over to give him a kiss. Instead of her usual peck on the cheek, however, she kissed him full on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and making him gasp with surprise. She broke away from him, giggling like a schoolgirl, and then she and Stacy left. As Albert watched Stacy wiggle those massive hips down the driveway and hoist herself into her low-slung late model sports car, and Liana give him a quick wave goodbye, he had the distinct feeling that he was watching his wife go off to her doom. Albert was consumed with worry for the rest of the evening. He tried to distract himself by watching TV, but nothing seemed to pique his interest. The local stations all had cooking shows on and they were presided over by huge women with double chins and massive arms, wearing low cut dresses that showed their enormous breasts. They looked big even by the standards of cooking shows, and it was no wonder, with the fattening recipes they were making. Mashed potatoes, mounds of spaghetti, enormous layer cakes, meatloaf -- it was definitely not low calorie food. They were sampling what they made, putting spoonfuls of food in each other’s mouths, and they had a look of sheer orgasmic pleasure as they chewed and swallowed. These women enjoyed food like no one Albert had ever seen before. The really strange thing was that the sight of food suddenly did not seem to interest Albert. It was like looking at a travel show about some place you had no intention of ever visiting. He had no feeling, no appetite, for food. He didn’t remember eating lunch, so he should have been hungry, but nothing interested him. He didn't know how long he sat there watching TV, but apparently he must have dozed off, because he was suddenly awakened by raucous laughter coming from outside his front door. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked at his watch and saw that it was one in the morning. Apparently there were a group of women standing outside his door laughing uproariously. Then he heard a pounding at the door and it sounded like Liana was yelling something. It was definitely her voice but the words she was using Albert had never heard come out of her mouth. “Let me in, dammit!” she was shouting. “Stop playing with yourself in there, Albert, and let a girl in!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, but she was laughing at the same time and she had to keep pausing to catch her breath. Albert ran to the door and unlocked it and was greeted by the sight of half a dozen enormously fat women in stretch pants and high heels, wearing way too much makeup. They were doubled over with laughter, their bodies jiggling like bowls of Jell-O. They all seemed like they had drunk too much, but Liana was in the worst shape of all of them. She was laughing and groaning at the same time, holding onto her swollen stomach and swaying back and forth. She had definitely had too much to drink, but it looked like she had also eaten the same amount of food in one night that she would have previously consumed in a whole month. “Shit, I can't believe how full I am,” she yelled. “Let me the hell in and help me get to the couch. I need to lay down. I can't walk another step!” This provoked gales of laughter from her companions. “Come on, cutie boy,” Stacy said to Albert. “You heard her -- help her to the couch!” Liana leaned against Albert, and her body weight actually knocked him back a step. Somehow, she seemed heavier. “What happened?” Albert said. “Oh she'll be alright,” Stacy said as Albert guided Liana toward the couch. “Girlfriend just doesn't know how to put away a good meal. We’ll help her with that, don’t you worry. Why, before long she'll be able to fit lots more in that belly of hers! Well, gotta go, cutie. The girls and I are going out for a midnight snack!” This also provoked gales of laughter from the women, and they laughed as they waddled out the door and down the driveway to their cars. Albert helped Liana to the couch, where she flopped down like a beached whale. She groaned and said, “Help me take this skirt off, it's killing me. Albert helped her take the skirt off and when he got it off he could see that her belly, which had once been so flat, now had a curve to it, and was poking out over the top of her panties. “What happened?” Albert said. “Can I do anything for you? You look like you're in pain.” “I'm not in pain at all,” Liana said. “Stacy and the girls took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet and I'm just stuffed to the gills. God, that food was so great! I couldn't stop shoveling it in my mouth, and they were helping me. They kept telling me how sexy it feels to stuff your belly all the way. And you know what? They were right! By the end of the night my panties were soaked!” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I forbid you to go out with them again!” “You're not forbidding me to do anything, cutie boy,” Liana said. “I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want. And I like them. I've never had girlfriends before, and they’re a lot of fun. Now come over here and let's have sex. Stacy told me that a full belly would make me horny and she was right!” She reached out her arms to him, and Albert had to admit that there was something about her swollen belly that turned him on. He felt the beginnings of an erection, but he wondered if he should do this. The sight of her was just too much for him, though, and he went down on the couch and joined her for an hour’s worth of moaning, passionate sex. At the end, he was drained and happy, although there was a nagging little thought in his mind that something was not right. In the morning when Albert got up to go to work he found that Liana was not next to him in bed. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen with the super size refrigerator door open and her head sticking inside it. She was dressed in only a bra and panties, and she was rubbing her stomach. She pulled her head out of the refrigerator with a look of disgust on her face. “There's nothing good to eat in there,” she said. “I need to make a shopping trip to get some real food. I'm starving.” “Why don't you just go to that organic supermarket in the shopping center?” Albert said. “I'm sure they have the food that you like to eat.” “The hell with that,” Liana said. “I'm not interested in that rabbit food anymore. Carrots and celery, ugh!” She went over to the couch and rummaged around in her purse, then smiled when she pulled out a candy bar. She grinned broadly and said, “Now that's the kind of food I'm interested in!” She unwrapped the candy bar and stuffed the whole thing in her mouth greedily and finished it in two seconds. Albert had a meeting at work first thing in the morning, so he didn't have time to discuss her new food preferences, but on the way to work he turned it over in his mind. What was happening? This was so unlike Liana. He figured that plump neighbor Stacy was the villain. She obviously had something to do with this change in Liana, but he couldn't figure out what she had done. He quickly forgot about his concerns however as soon as he got into work because he had so much to do. When he went to the meeting, though, all his worries came back. TO BE CONTINUED
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    Dear Reader, I know you don’t believe in the supernatural like your sister. But, I’m writing to you to share the haunting story of my best friend and the ghost that possessed her. Emily and I had been ghost hunting together for years and first met in a paranormal investigation group. We had a shared interest in exploring the unknown and the supernatural. Over time, we formed a close bond, working together on numerous investigations, sharing our experiences and insights with one another. We eventually received a call from a restauranteur who was experiencing some strange and unexplained occurrences in their place of business. The owner informed us that every woman was becoming a regular, sneaking in behind their loved ones’ backs, order copious amounts of food and stuff themselves until they weren’t able to move. Only to eventually leave and come back not 30 minutes later with their families and do it all over again. The owner suspected that there was something supernatural causing this behavior and reached out for assistance. We were intrigued and concerned by the reports and decided to investigate further. As we began our investigation, we were inundated with positive evidence of something. Positive EMF readings, cold spots, etc. and it drove us to do more research on the facility. We found through rumor and circumstance that a woman had once died there, we couldn’t find any information on her in the local records office. But apparently, she was a notorious glutton, known for her insatiable appetite and her obsession with rich, fatty foods. Apparently, she ate herself to death, somehow. The restaurant staff was a little vague, their statements were only really hushed watercooler talk. But still, there had to be something to it, given the amount of evidence we were already gathering. She must not have been able to move on from her earthly cravings. But as our research continued, I felt something was amiss. Emily became increasingly obsessed with this case, spending long hours researching and investigating. She would disappear on me, only to have me find her at the library or the records office, eyes glued to a local history book with the remnants of some take away cluttered around her. It wasn’t until I noticed Emily’s softened love handles bulging over the waistband over her tight, ill-fitting jeans and a slight ** belly peaking beneath her shirt that I started to suspect Emily was being affected by whatever malevolent force we were uncovering here. It frightened me, we had never encountered something like this before, and I was overwhelmed by guilt that I hadn’t noticed anything sooner. In what would be our last meeting with our client, I told him we had to stop our investigation due to personal reasons, and that we would refund him his money. Emily was furious with me. As soon as the door to the restaurant shut behind us and we were out on the street, she exploded saying that I “had no right” and that we were “so close to finding the truth.” She stormed off shortly after. I ended up packing the van back at our hotel by myself. Eventually, she came back despite all my calls and texts to get ahold of her, but when I saw her, I was aghast. She slowly waddled to the side van door, slid it open and clambered inside. Her belly was swollen tight, her pants were unbuttoned, allowing her gut to roll slightly into her lap. She had a dollop of frosting in the corner of her mouth, and she plopped next to her a box of donuts, at least two dozen in count. Her breathing was shallow and despite me trying to get her attention, she just ignored me and shoved a new confectionary in her mouth. Despite the open road being noisy, I could hear her grunting and groaning as she plowed through the box of donuts. I glanced back at her when I suspected she was finished, and her eyes were shut, a pained look on her face as she clutched her overtaxed belly with frosted hands, her cheeks chipmunked as she struggled to finish the last donut. She continued to ignore my attempts at conversation. Even though she’s still mad, at least I got her away from that place. If only that were the end of the story. When we made it back to our hometown, I dropped Emily off at her front door. She didn’t even speak, she just carefully slid out clutching her gut and slowly made her way to her front entry. Unlocking the door, she slipped inside and turned off the porch light. I’m not going to lie; it pissed me off a bit. I’m just looking out for her like we’ve done for countless investigations, and she’s being a little diva about it. I rationalized with myself that she’d have to call and apologize to me for acting like a child. I drove home, climbed into bed, and fell asleep. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I started getting concerned. I tried to text her, I tried calling her, but Emily was avoiding me. We’ve shared a cold shoulder with each other before, it’s only inevitable working so closely together, but it never lasted this long. I pulled up to her house, and immediately I had a pit in my stomach. Her front lawn was completely unkempt, her trash cans were overflowing with garbage, and all the lights were off in her house. I parked the car and slowly crept up to the front door and knocked loudly. I heard a slight crash and a meager voice call out, “It’s open!” I turned the knob and pushed my way in. My eyes were met with a shocking sight. Emily’s living room was a complete mess, with empty pizza boxes, chip bags, candy wrappers, and take-away containers scattered across the hardwood. The air was thick with the smell of grease. And then I saw Emily. She was lying on the couch, heavier than I’ve ever seen her. Her stomach protruding out so far I’d swear she was pregnant. Her shirt was stretched to its limits, barely covering her huge belly. The buttons on her blouse were straining trying to contain her newfound girth. Her face was dotted with drops of sweat, as if she was in the midst of an intense workout, and crumbs and grease were smeared across her cheeks and chin, and sauce stains littered her bosom. “Hey…Emily…How are you feeling?” My voice was practically a whisper. She glanced up at me. Her eyes said to me, “oh, its you,” as if she was expecting someone else. “I’m so hungry,” she moaned, her voice barely audible through her labored breathing. “I can see that,” I gestured to the piles of empty food containers around us, “but maybe you should take a break for a little while.” “No, I need more. I need more food.” She was demanding, her voice growing louder and more desperate. “I have to keep going; Martha wants me to eat more.” I was taken aback by the desperation in her voice. She struggled to lift herself from her couch. Her bulging flesh threatened the seams of her sweatpants and little keyholes opened to reveal her flabby belly between the buttons on her shirt. “I need to eat more. God, I’m just so fucking hungry.” She lumbered closer to me; I could see her body shake and jiggle with each passing motion. The floor vibrated every step she took. “I’m so stuffed but Martha’s so fucking hungry.” There was that name again. “Emily, who…who is Martha?” She plodded closer, her thighs rubbed tightly together, her hips wobbled. “Did you bring me more food? I need to eat more.” “Who is Martha?” Emily finally reached me, she was swaying back and forth, struggling to hold herself up. She fell forward, latching hard onto me, her eyes looked crazed…dare I say it…possessed. “I can’t eat another bite, but I’m so fucking hungry. Feed me, please! Feed me! Martha needs more!” I struggled to hold her up and her weight through me off balance, we both tumbled to floor amongst the spoils of her gluttonous endeavors. She landed hard causing her stuffed, fat body to quiver on the ground, and as she looked up at me, a small stream of blood fled from her nose. She started writhing on the ground, slowly crawling toward me. “Please, feed me. I need more food. I’m fucking starving. I need to get more for Martha.” I didn’t know what to do. I scrambled backwards as this slogging, bloated mass that was Emily came closer to me. I finally made it to my feet and ran out of the room with her screaming “FEED ME! PLEASE, FEED ME!” over and over again until the front door slammed shut behind me. Once out on the front step, Emily began screaming obscenities instead, the barrage of muffled vitriol that spilled from her mouth scared me almost as much as what just happened. I ran to my van and as I swerved around the corner, I swear I saw at least 2 delivery cars pull into her driveway. I was shellshocked. I hid myself in my room, I avoided my phone. She terrified me. That wasn’t the Emily I knew. That wasn’t my best friend. Finding new resolve, I had to do something to help her. Anything. Over the next few days, I tried to call our Ghost Hunter association for help, but they thought I was crazy. Useless. I tried to call a priest for an exorcism. Hell, I called every religious figurehead that would take my call, and all of them told me to check her into a facility, and that their prayers were with her. Fucking useless. I tried calling the local hospital and without being her immediate family, I could do nothing more than try to convince her to come in on her own. I was helpless. I couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t go back to that house. I found myself spiraling. That name. That name kept ringing in my head. Martha. We didn’t know a Martha, so the only logical thing I could think was whatever was at that restaurant, somehow came back with us and latched onto Emily. I delved into our research. I went over copies of newspaper clippings and heritage reports. I went through registrar’s documents and police reports. Nothing. Its like she didn’t exist. I got in my van and began to drive. Martha, who the fuck is Martha. Eventually, I found myself back at the restaurant. It was the middle of dinner service, and sure enough, just like the owner said, I saw countless bloated women, fattened, stuffed into there clothes, bellies bulging in front of them, each with several plates piled high with fattening meals. Every last one of them, a pained look on their face as they shoveled their next bite into their mouths. As stormed through the front, I heard them moan and talk to themselves: “Oh God, no more.” “I’m so full, I’m gonna pop.” “Please, I’m so stuffed, I can’t take another bite.” But despite their pleas, their opened mouths were met with another shoveling of food, stretching their bellies further. I slammed into the kitchen and stormed to the manager’s office. Swinging the door open I shouted at the man, “Who the fuck is Martha?” The man was shocked, “w-what?” “Who the fuck is Martha,” I stormed closer to him, I could feel the vessels on my head bulging. “How…how do you know that name?” He tried to make himself small. So very small. I grabbed a paperweight off his cluttered desk. The fluorescent lights flickered while singing a soft, numbing hum. “You KNEW?! YOU KNEW?!” I flew into a frenzy. The man was an insect. Something to stomp out, to crush, to destroy and if it wasn’t for his kitchen staff, he would have been a bloodstain on his floor., They dragged me out the back door, my kicks knocking over pans and plates and cups making a huge racket. They wrestled me outside and threw me to the ground screaming at me to leave. I was in tears. I’m so close to the truth, so close to learning what really happened here. And maybe if I could figure that out, maybe it could all stop. I picked myself up off the ground, clutching the arm that broke my fall, blood streaming from a small gash on my elbow, dripping by my feet. I struggled to my vehicle, and when I slipped inside, I noticed a VHS tape sitting on the front seat next to me. I picked it up and, on its label, it read, “Martha.” I looked up back at the restaurant, to see a waitress glance away and avert her eyes as she shoved a dessert into her mouth. There was nothing more I could do here. I drove the 8-hour drive back home. When I finally made it back home, I swerved into my driveway, nearly hitting my mailbox. I swung open the van door, grabbed the tape and ran inside. I could hear the dinging from the door alarm on my van as I crashed into my home. In my basement I tossed boxes aside until I found an old relic that Emily used to make fun of me for keeping, my parent’s old VCR. I hooked it up to the TV inputs and while the TV shown brightly the black and white snow, I took a deep breath to calm myself. With shaking hands, I slid the tape inside the device. The TV switched from snow to a black screen, and then on a distorted tape I watched as the same waitress that averted her eyes a few hours ago was staring back at me only she had to be 50lbs lighter. With crackling audio, I could hear her voice, “I-I’m sorry to not do this in person…m-my fiancé-e-e *tshhh*” static comes in and out. “Runs the restaurant. He’s a good man, he didn’t know anything was going to happen. Today’s day is May 9th, you just stopped your investigation yesterday and I didn’t get a chance to show you this while you were here, as I only just found it hidden in our attic. Martha…the woman who died…was his mother. I can’t even describe to you what is on this tape, you will just have to watch it to see for yourself, but I hope it helps you solve this thing. It needs to end before I’m so big I can’t leave my bed. I never used to believe in ghosts, but now I’m not so sure.” The tape hits a poor signal patch, and the video finally slowly rolls into view. The flickering tape shows a chubby woman in a waitress uniform tied to a chair in what looks like the kitchen of the restaurant. Before her on the service counter sits an enormous feast. Martha’s eyes were wide with excitement. The foods looked decadent and rich, and the man said in too soothing of a voice, “Here you go, my love,” as he shoved the first mouthful into her. “Freshly baked bread, a succulent roast chick, roasted potatoes and gravy, and for dessert, your favorite, a rich, chocolate cake.” Martha’s eyes lit up as the man pushed food past her lips, and she ate with such voracity it was a bit shocking. The tape flickered again, this time the woman was wearing a skirt and blouse. Time clearly has passed, and she clearly looks fatter than before. Martha had a ring of sauce around her lips, that had dripped onto her white blouse. The plates surrounding her grew 4-fold. Several of them, already empty, you could tell she was struggling a bit as her husband fed her. “More…” she asked. The tape crackled again, this time, Martha was downright fat. She was bulging out of her clothes. Her hair was disheveled, her head hanging limply out of shear strain and exhaustion. Food smeared her cheeks and chin. “No more Frank, please. I’m too full.” “Come on Martha, there are plenty of plates left to go through, you need to eat more.” “Huff…Okay…okay…More.” The tape whirred and shook into the next scene, apparently still the same evening. Martha was laying on a bed, moaning while clutching her swollen belly, it rose like a stuffed mountain above her. Frank walked closer to her and joined her on the bed, accompanied by a couple of boxes. He opened one up and pulled out a slice of chocolate cake. “I’ve got your favorite.” Martha’s labored breathing could be heard in the background. “I can’t, I’m so full already. Please I need to stop eating.” “Just a little bite, you’re doing so well. Its just a few more bites and then we can stop.” “Okay…oh god…Give me more.” She clutches her overtaxed belly, and a deep moan escaped Martha as Frank pushed the cake past her lips. The tape flickers again. Martha is unrecognizable. She’s huge, and her lingerie that she’s wearing was far too small. Her face was a mess, and she was completely covered in a smear of foodstuffs. Her cheeks were stuffed full of food, and her fattened belly was clearly a lot larger than before. She looked large enough to roll out of the restaurant’s kitchen. Piles of empty plates surrounded her. Her brow was beaded with sweat, her beautiful hair lay slightly matted against her. She could barely get in a breath, her belly stuffed so full of fattening goodies. Through her mouthful of food, “I can’t…I can’t eat another bite.” “What do you mean you can’t eat anymore?” Franks voice sounded annoyed. “I’m sorry Frank, but…*urp* I’m fucking stuffed, it hurts so bad.” “Come on Martha, you know you want it. Just one more bite, for me?” “Frank no, please.” “You know what you have to do. Its fucking simple. Eat. You just have to eat.” Frank shoved another slice of lasagna into Martha’s mouth. She sputtered. “I…I guess so…Just a few more bites, okay? We can stop then, right?” “You got it babe.” Frank shoved another piece of cake into her mouth. Martha’s face says it all. She’s absolutely stuffed to the gills. “More…” And as Frank shoves the last slice into Martha’s fattened face. Her expression changed a from gluttonous, hedonistic overload to terror and fear, and she let out a shrill scream. And as life drained from her eyes, and through Frank’s frantic shouts, the image sputtered to black. I tell you; I was mortified. Horrified. Terrified. Every mixed feeling smashed into one. I finally found my answer. I just wasn’t ready for it. Now the only thing I can do is try to show that I know what happened and maybe then…Maybe then Martha can move on in peace. I hopped into my van and drove back over to Emily’s. I hadn’t been here in a few weeks and its as if there is a dark cloud over her home. As soon as I stepped out of my car, the air felt heavy, almost suffocating. I pushed through the front gate and made my way to her front door. Her grass is completely overgrown, her property is completely littered with trash, a far cry from who Emily truly was. I pounded on the door. “EMILY?!” I pounded it again. This time, I heard nothing. I opened the door and stepped inside and was immediately hit with the smell of fry grease. The once-tidy home was in an even worse state than before. Empty food containers, wrappers, plates, pizza boxes, everything strewn across every surface. I began checking every room in the house, Emily was nowhere to be found. I eventually went upstairs to where her bedroom was, “Emily?” I called out. I gingerly stepped over mounds and mounds of empty takeout containers. And when I entered the bedroom, my eyes landed on a massive blob lying atop her straining bed. Her belly was gigantic, her fleshy sides spilling over the edges of her California Queen. She was in her underwear, and they were stretched to their limits, her fat, bloated body bulging out every opening, the seams on their last thread. Her breathing was shallow and labored, and as I walked over, I had to lift my hand to set it atop her belly. It was sticky with food mess, as if she wore it like a trophy to show her gluttonous triumph. It was also completely taut, packed so full of fattening food that she had to be close to bursting. I stepped back toward the doorway and called the paramedics. “More…I need more…” It wasn’t Emily. “Martha. You need to leave this house at once. You are not welcome here.” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “I need to eat more…Feed me more…” Emily’s hand heavily reaches around her trying to find something more to eat. “Martha, I know how you died. FRANK killed you.” The mention of Frank’s name sent a whirlwind of through the room followed by a scream between the fabric of this reality. The food containers rose into the air and slammed against me in a wave, almost drowning me in the trash. “This isn’t you; you need to leave here at once!” Another wave of empty food containers pelted me from across the room. “Emily? Can you hear me?” “It’s not my fault,” she hasped clutching her swollen stomach. “She made me do it.” “I know. I know!” The tornado in her bedroom swirled fast, and harder. “Martha, she won’t leave me alone. She’s always so…*urp*… hungry. Always demanding more.” “I understand, Emily, it’s not your fault. You need to fight back, take back control!” The disembodied scream rang loudly into the room. “She always wanted more… More…” I could hear the sirens in the background. “You have to end this, Martha, we know what really happened, you have to move on!” The disembodied scream rang in my ears, followed up by Emily’s own scream as she tried to break free of Martha’s grasp. I felt a blast of wind fly past me as the front door opened, the floating food containers fell to the ground with a thud. I hear a cacophony of voices and of a gurney being rushed up the stairs and her bedroom door slams open. The paramedics rushed in, and were in complete disbelief at the fattened, bloated ball of flesh that was Emily. “What did she eat?” One of them asked me… “E…Everything.” Was all I could muster. I could hear Emily sobbing, saying she was sorry, that it wasn’t her fault, pleading for help. The men took their time, and carefully tried to lift her on the gurney. “She’s too heavy,” one of them muttered. “We need to be careful.” They managed to somehow squeeze her through her doorway, the gurney creaking dangerously under her mass. But it wasn’t until they made it to the staircase that it happened. As they went to lower her down, the legs snapped. I can’t express to you how sorry I am for your loss. I didn’t even want to write you such a detailed story but it’s one that has to be heard. One to let you understand that despite what you see at her funeral, despite the rumors you may hear, Emily’s death wasn’t her fault, and her last days weren’t how she normally spent her life. I tried. I tried to help her, to save her. But I failed her. Well, I need to wrap this up. All this talk of food has made me hungry, despite my late lunch and early dinner. I seem to be extra hungry these days. Must be a coping mechanism. Sincerely, Julie Martha
  12. Featuring: @thicktiffany As her eyes slowly open she takes in her surroundings. Her vision is blurry but she can tell that she's in a dimly lit hospital room. She cradles her head in her hands; it feels heavy as if she's been doped. As she rubs her eyes she notices that it is eerily silent. She moves to sit up and winces as a sharp pain shoots up her leg. Removing the thin blanket that was covering her she sees that her ankle has been expertly wrapped. She tries to remember what happened to her but draws a blank. She pushes the call nurse button but nothing happens. She pauses as she realizes that all of the monitoring equipment is off. It looks as if only the emergency lighting is on in the room. After spending what seemed like hours wandering the house she finds a descending staircase. With great care she slowly makes her way down the staircase. Some of the emergency lighting is flickering and other sections are completely out. It looks to be some kind of basement. Her stomach growls and lurches with hunger pangs. When was the last time that she ate? Perhaps there will be supplies down here. What was that sound? Almost like a moan in the distance. She slowly continued walking down the long corridor. A strange shuffling sound seemed to be getting louder. Looking back she saw a massive woman in what seemed to be a nurses outfit covered in . An overwhelming sense of dread washed over her. She was in danger! Her ankle hindered her ability to run and fear clouded her judgement. Blindly she turned into a room only to see that there was no exit points. There was no escape and this walking nightmare was almost upon her!
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  13. Ruby will tell you her horror story as she devour a jack o lantern Berries Pie she is hungry and can't stop gorging while telling this feedism horror story as she stuff her belly to the brim. In this video you will find, 🎃Belly rubs 🎃 Belly play 🎃Stuffing 🎃 Burping and everything in her Halloween Dress and Sexy little Black Lingerie. 👻🖤 🖤🎃
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  14. Haunted Mansions are usually a walk in the park for the Mystery Gang, but Daphne Blake's overconfidence has led her to believe she can confront a demon single-handedly. Predictably, she soon finds herself in a precarious predicament as she ventures alone through the eerie mansion, ultimately falling victim to a doppelganger that assumes her likeness. With a sinister grin, the doppelganger demon approaches an unsuspecting Velma, who initially mistakes it for her friend. However, Velma's keen intellect quickly detects that something is amiss with Daphne's imposter. The demon's eyes are a lifeless white, its abdomen unnaturally distended, and its voice no longer resembles Daphne's familiar tone. The demon laughs and tells Velma to say her prayers, that she will be digested and turned to mush soon enough, just like her little ditzy friend Daphne... *Includes 2 Same Size Vore encounters*
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  15. Moving into our first home was meant to be a joyous milestone for us as newlyweds. Little did we realize the sinister secret that awaited us within those walls. Our new house harbored a malevolent force, a demonic entity that has since taken control of our lives. Its influence has manifested in unsettling ways, plaguing us with an insatiable hunger that defies all reason and unrestrained sexual arousal. Our appetites have spiraled out of control, resulting in rapid weight gain. As our bodies expand, we outgrow our clothes, and the once vibrant social lives we enjoyed have been eclipsed by an overwhelming obsession with food. We should be ashamed of ourselves and what we're becoming, but it just turns us on more. Despite our desperate attempts, we find ourselves trapped in a never-ending cycle of gluttony, arousal, and isolation. The haunting presence of the demon has transformed us, leaving us consumed by an unquenchable hunger and sexual desire that's left us frighteningly detached from the world around us.
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  16. WARNING: THIS FOOTAGE THAT I FOUND IS BOTH SHOCKING AND DISTURBING. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED! Everybody knows about the Feedmoore murder house and it’s many disappearances, but for the first time ever it has been caught on tape exactly what happens before the house takes its victims! Paranormal investigators Wood, Ivy Davenport, and Camille Black didn’t know what they were getting into when they decided to rent the infamous murder house that was owned by Paul Feedmoore, legendary Buffet tycoon, along with his wife and child. The second they return to the house after interviewing locals they notice a strange chill and a candle that was not lit before. They immediately grab their equipment, but these spirits have a little more in store for them than cold spots and EMF spikes. Immediately they notice something is off, and before they know it an apparition manifests right in front of them! Immediately spooked, they look to their word database and ask the spirit what its wants. It simply responds: “Eat.” Though this is not much a request as it is an order, and the spirits ensure that the investigators do as they are told… This shocking footage was mysteriously delivered to me on a dusty floppy disk and the investigators in question are still nowhere to be found. I feel it is my duty to share this with the world in the hope for some answers, but I’m afraid we may never fully understand what happened here on this night – aside from ghost-possessed force feeding, fridge stuffing, messy and mindless eating/slight slob, belly play, and real life evidence of the paranormal! Featuring Ivy Davenport and Camille Black Happy Halloween Curvage! If you like this clip, check out these clips! Gainer Succubus Chugs Boosts Feeding My Chubby GF Camille Black Messy Mexican Food Stuffing
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  17. On Oct 1st Wood went to a friends party only to have the worst time. Not only did she not have any fun, but she got bit by what she could only assume was her friends pet dog! She gets home and is immediately craving a big juicy steak. Chalking it up to munchies, she ordered four or five hamburgers and decides to whip up some bacon while she waits. Fast forward a couple weeks and Wood sets up a camera to get a closer look at herself. She's exploded with fat in such a short amount of time, and she knows that it's definitely her appetite to blame. She has to have gained fifty pounds, if not more, scarily fast! She wonders if its a health thing, something hormonal, or maybe she's even pregnant. She doesn't know how else to explain this ridiculous growth and, most importantly, her out of control hunger that controls her every waking moment. She decides to do some research. As the second full moon of the month draws nearer, her hunger only grows. She wakes up in her bed one night covered in blood, having no recollection of how it got there. She freaks out, because licking it off her lips and hands just puts her in a frenzy all over again! She goes back to the books she checked out from the library on werewolves. It seems far fetched, but things are getting too crazy and lycanthropy seems to be the only thing that makes sense. According to her book, sometimes female lycanthropes are alphas, meaning that their werewolf form gestates in their stomach only to be birthed and emerged on the full moon, and their human form gestates the night of the full moon to be birthed again. That's crazy, though, right? The pregnancy test was negative, but a supernatural impregnation would account for her crazy weight gain, and the lycanthropy for her appetite. She decides the safest thing to do is to just eat as much as she can, hoping that if she keeps stuffed it will quell her appetite and she won't hurt anyone... This only makes her fatter and hungrier, however. As the night before the full moon she wakes up from a stuffed stupor to see a mess in her room. She's disgusted by herself, but whatever she dragged in smells so good. She can't help but heave her heavy, now obese and possibly extremely pregnant body off the ground to finish up her kill, ferally devouring it. Sloppily eating with just her mouth, and getting super messy... Finally, the night of the full moon the final stage of her transformation is complete. She's a massive, near 400 pound wolf with a huge inflated gut that just keeps growing. It expands before your very eyes, and all she can do is growl and howl and keep eating as the weight of her huge gut sags in between her thighs and pins her down. Looks like her appetite got the best of her... A super intense, feral, and horror themed weight gain/expansion/inflation clip with allusions to impreg, but you don't have to be into impreg to like it. You can interpret the expansion as coming from weight gain, pregnancy, or both! Includes fear, messy feral eating, transformation fetish (weight and werewolf induced), behavioral transformation, belly fetish, EXTREME weight gain, stuffing, and even werewolf sound effects! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween Curvage! If you like this clip, check out these clips! PARANORMAL FATIVITY Make Me Your Fat Pregnant Blob (Extreme Weight Gain) Mukbang Youtuber Gets Fat and Weighs In!
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  18. It's Halloween night and all the trick or treaters are gone, so it's just you and your slutty housewife Wood. She has a special surprise for you, a secret she's been keeping this whole time to tell you on Halloween night. She walks in with a platter of cupcakes wearing nothing but a frilly apron and lingerie. She talks about how much she loves how all of her home cooked meals have been making you so fat, how she loves staying home and baking pies to stuff you with by the time you get home from work. Well, she found a way to make you fatter faster, and in fact she made it possible for you to be the fattest person in the world! How did she do it, you ask? Well, she sold your soul to devil, of course! This way, you'll be able to gain supernaturally fast and bigger than what could seem possible! Your demented feeder wife will do nothing but feed you 24/7 until you become an immobile blob. She loves being your seductive feeder housewife, and now you get to be her fattened up housepig forever! Because after you're done with this mortal life you'll get to live on, in Hell, with her still getting you fatter and fatter! All thinks to your Lord and Master Satan. Don't be scared! You know you want this deep down, now you can finally be the out of control immobile hog you've always wanted A demented weight gain/feeder clip all about extreme eternal supernatural gaining! For feedee thrill seekers looking to have a fear-boner at how out of control your gaining would get when the control of your own soul is ripped from you too! Mentions immobility, tube feeding, demonic domestic servitude, outgrown clothes and cars and doorways, and so much more! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween Curvage! If you like this clip, check out these clips! Fatten Up To Be With Me Fat Feeder Controls Your Waistline Turning My Feeder into a Fat Blob
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  19. Wood is a precocious witch who really want to change her appearance. Just a simple beautification, really, a transformation so subtle no one would really notice. Luckily, she seems to have found the perfect spell. She decides to film her journey from spell to new her for her witchy youtube channel. Her first video is all about the spell, and since it is a seven day spell she decides to check in every day after casting it to try and see if she notices anything different about her. A couple days past and she finally makes a new video -- but somethings wrong. She explains to her viewers that she isn't sure what's going on -- if this is some weird side effect or what. Growing tired of trying to explain what's going on with her, she simply pans the camera down to a shocking image -- it looks like she's gained at least fifty pounds in just a couple of days! She talks about how concerned she is, but says she's going to check out a couple of witch shops to get some answers, and asks people to sound off in the comments if they know what's going on. After a couple more days, Wood is back with some information. She was given an old Medieval tome at the witch store, and after reading it realizes that she had just casted a very old, very primitive spell. The way the spell works is that you become your own mother and give birth to the "New You" that you were envisioning! This raises even more questions for Wood, however. If she's growing an adult sized version of her, how is she even going to give birth to that? Is she going to get even bigger? Will her body be able to handle that? The book is very vague, and it never mentions actually giving birth... And now, it's the last day of the spell. Wood has made it to the full term of her pregnancy and is making an attempt to accept her fate. She's been told to be grateful for this opportunity to be a divine vessel -- to be reborn like a butterfly bursting out of a cocoon. She knows deep down, however, that her current body is the cocoon. She tries to come around to the idea, but then labor starts. She feels the "New Her" writhing and wiggling inside of her, arms and legs moving and pushing to get free. Pretty soon she can't stand and has to sit down as her belly convulses and expands until her huge belly finally bursts and she is set free... A dark and eerie extreme impregnation transformation clip with supernatural themes, 5 stages of grief, mild body horror, a huge pregnant belly, labor and belly bursting/popping with sound effects! A magnum opus of fetish fuckery. Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween Curvage! If you like this clip, check out these clips! Demonic Impregnation Turns Belly Bursting! Hungry Werewolf Transformation Expansion Blowing Her Up Like a Blueberry Till She Pops!
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  20. Gorging o her bed tired and getting bloated, felts asleep and had a horrible nightmare!!!! want to see what is was??? gorging, belly play, butt shaking, burps, horror!!!
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