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"The Middle Manager" is a graphic weight-gain collaboration with @Magmaman that debuted on the Pateon I helm with my buddy @riptoryx. I just made it available for free here: https://www.deviantart.com/maverickthewriter/art/The-Middle-Manager-863046053. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! (It can be downloaded from the link as well.) Happy Holidays-- Maverick PS: I originally posted this in comics, but it's not really a comic, per se. I'm sorry for cross-posting.

Hey all, Very infrequent poster here but long time lurker. I thought I'd share a story I'm working on in junction with a new artist from this community. The Illustrations are commissioned and done (quite excellently) by @G0D07 https://www.deviantart.com/g0d07 If you have an interest in a slow (somewhat) realistic weight gain story (that's visualized), check out the first 3 parts in the sequence. The plan is to have 12 total so expect updates in the weeks/months to come. Freshman year: Chapter 1: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-1-809719977 Chapter 2: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-2-809720350 Chapter 3: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-3-809720928 Sophomore Year: Chapter 4: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-4-809721113 Chapter 5: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-5-809721448 Chapter 6: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-6-809722285 Junior Year: Chapter 7: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-7-809722580 Chapter 8: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-8-809722906 Chapter 9: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-9-809723150 Senior Year: Chapter 10: https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-10-1-809723671 https://www.deviantart.com/homestar123/art/Haley-s-Gain-Chapter-10-2-809723706 Chapter 11: In Progress Chapter 12: In Progress Thanks!

Hey!! Just a quick heads up that I've started a new project with polarisdreamer. It's a weight gain story illustrated. The story is still going, and we plan to deliver some more chapters and illustrations. You can read it and check the illusrtations right here: http://berserker1133.deviantart.com/journal/The-Comfort-Zone-688962397 Hope you enjoy it. Regards

Writed by polarisdreamer. Illustratated by berserker1133. Colored by BIasty. Original Idea/concept by berserker1133 Warning: This is an adult/fetish story involving weight gain, adult language, feeding, and stuffing. If this isn’t your type of thing, please don't read it. Paul's Dilemma Chapter 1- Happy Anniversary Babe “*Pant* Ugh! Come on!” Claire’s posh voice grunted wildly through the downtrodden walls of her boyfriend’s messy apartment. “Almost there! *Wheeze* Almost there!” She seethed, as her voice echoed down the small hardwood floor of the little hallway that connect her boyfriend’s bedroom to the rest of the apartment, “Ugh! *pant* Yes!! Grrraaaahhhhh!!! Get up there!” “Come on this isn’t happening! You know you wanna fit over my ass! Come on! Please?” The noise of her stressed voice now softly rang around the kitchen/living room area where Paul listened in a certain amusement to the sound of his girlfriend’s struggles, “Fit! Fit! Fit!! Ugh!!! *Rip!* No!! Really?!” With that, Paul immediately stood up from the couch. Had his ears just heard correctly?? Was that the sound of his beautiful girlfriend’s big ass ripping through her favorite pair of shorts? He remembered what she looked like in them a few months ago when she’d first modeled them for him at the mall. He’d been craving to see how they would hug her figure now that her womanly hips and lavishly padded buttocks had blossomed even fuller than before. In the year since they’d started dating, Claire had slowly transitioned from a 136 pound twenty-year-old into a significantly chubbier 21-year-old. If only he knew just how much weight, she’d gained. It had to be at least 40 pounds at this point, maybe 50 by the sound of those shorts ripping, or more! Paul couldn’t help salivating at the though of knowing the truth. Taking a breath and trying to play his excitement cool, Paul reasoned that his eagerness would likely have to wait. If Claire had outgrown her favorite shorts, she’d certainly be less oblivious about her growing figure than before. He was walking a fine line. Asking Claire about her weight was a sure-fire way to draw unwanted attention to an aspect of his girlfriend that he found increasingly irresistible. In the meantime, he’d have to be content with the thought of Claire trying to find something else to wear for their anniversary date. Paul wondered with excitement at how kindly the increased fullness of his girlfriend’s figure would treat the meager supply of clothes she stored in his bedroom. He couldn’t hear her voice anymore. His imagination was running wild thinking of how Claire must be reacting to the now undeniable recent developments to her quite chubby figure. “They’re destroyed?? My ass destroyed them.. They felt tighter.. Just a little bit tighter.. I didn’t think they’d rip.. Fuck.. I just bought these!” Claire whimpered to herself, in a less than dignified tone, while her hands explored the damage around her round fleshy tushy. Feeling concerned, she turned her back to the mirror that she’d placed on her boyfriend’s closet door. This was a major wakeup call. She didn’t want to admit it, but she needed to assess the damage. She subconsciously knew her sexier clothes were fitting much tighter lately than they normally did, but her mind had told her that maybe her boyfriend had just shrunken them in the wash. After all, the normal myriad of skirts and pretty, non-restrictive dresses she chose to wear on a daily basis didn’t alert her to the changes taking place around her softening body. She prayed the source of her current frustration was the pesky basement washing machine. The other possibility was one she dreaded to admit. Peering around her shoulder, her eyes widened at what she saw. Claire’s cheerful demeanor, which always seemed to serve her so well, finally faltered, “God.. What the hell? Did I get fatter or something? My butt is so big!” Reluctantly pulling her gaze from the mirror, Claire stared down at her body in a mix of embarrassment, shame, and a solid sprinkle of fear. She was never one to put on weight, well.. not until recently.. She’d become so comfortable in her relationship with Paul.. Had she really let herself go that much? No.. She wasn’t sleeping too much lately, and she’d certainly been snacking more out of stress.. Maybe she’d put on a little weight because of how often she stayed up late studying? Or maybe the new protein shakes her boyfriend started serving her for breakfast every morning contained too many calories for her metabolism to process.. She hoped it wasn’t the shakes because they were quite yummy. Thinking a bit more deeply, her climbing weight was probably the result of the sheer amount of day’s she’d avoided the gym to cuddle with her boyfriend on the couch, drink with him at bars, or dine with him across town. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter anymore.. Looking down past the b-cup breasts cradled tightly by her bra, Claire could plainly see her waist had grown. The stubbornly small bit of lower-belly pudge she’d carried since childhood had inflated into a ballooning mess of thick chub that jutted out from the waistband of her dangerously tight panties into a distinctly rounded muffin top complete with a pair of mushy love handles. If her gut didn’t look so soft, the convex ‘outie’ navel she possessed, coupled with the roundness of her outward poking belly, would probably cause people to think she was in the mid stages of pregnancy. She’d once been proud of her abs’ relative tightness and pleasing aesthetic beauty but now, as her fingers prodded her soft and squishy gut, she felt betrayed by the body she’d once loved to put on display at the beach with her friends. Her body used to look simply magnificent tightly laced in a bikini, but now she knew she’d look awful in one. It wasn’t fair, but somehow her breasts hadn’t grown in size, along with her the rest of her enlarged body. Any growth in her modest bust size was clearly dwarfed by her sprawling gut, widened hips, and colossal butt cheeks. Looking at herself now.. she felt like a whale! How had she let herself go to this point? To add insult to injury, while looking at herself in the mirror, Claire wasn’t even sure which stuck out more, her gut or her butt. Even in high school, when she’d been her absolute thinnest, Claire’s booty sported a bit more shape than she would have liked. As she’d gotten older her distinctly perky bottom swelled as the volume of her butt cheeks inflated ever more from the lazy lifestyle she’d embraced over the past year. Even her once toned thighs had bulged with a soft fullness that betrayed her body’s lack of fitness. In high school she’d once called herself a cross country athlete, now she couldn’t manage five minutes on the treadmill without becoming embarrassingly out of breath. Even her arms, once lean and slightly toned, now appeared slightly rounded and softened with additional girth. She had to admit to herself that the original outfit she had planned to wear for the night wasn’t going to fit. She needed to figure something else out. Heck, even her bra and tight panties looked ready to rip apart into shreds! She needed to buy new clothes. Unfortunately, to do that she needed money and she’d spent the last of her cash on textbooks for the fall semester that was about to start.. She’d have to make do with what she had. But what clothes did she have at her boyfriend’s apartment?? Claire opened up the drawer Paul essentially let her have in his dresser. There were a couple different tops, a pair of white denim jeans, a pair of blue jeggings, a sports bra with some old yoga pants and an old dress she’d left here after a lovely date night she’d had with Paul back during the beginning of the summer. Grabbing the jeans, Claire quietly resolved to herself, “I’ll make them fit. It’ll be no problem. No problem at all..” “These should be fine.” Claire reassured herself, as she began squeezing herself into the pants. She normally avoided such tight clothes, but Paul always went gaga when she slipped into a tight pair of jeans. It was a smooth process until she reached her mid thighs, that’s when the material really began to squeeze tightly against Claire’s plump legs. As the familiar feeling of worry began to encroach on Claire’s state of mind, she tried to bargain with the pesky article of clothing, “Please.. Please fit.. If you fit, I swear I’ll wear you all the time, I promise!” “Ugh! Come on!” Claire grunted, as she forcefully tugged the back of her jeans up her chunky butt. Her whole fleshy body was jiggling as she struggled. It was an unwelcome reminder of just how much she’d let herself go. As her motions became more desperate, the material around her butt seemed to grow more stubborn in its refusal to clothe her bare behind. Claire was beginning to lose her breath just as fast as she was losing hope, “I can’t *pant* do it.. I’m too big.. Why do I have to *wheeze* have the fattest ass in the whole freaking world!?” “Ugh! Uhh! *Pant!* Oh-my god.. Oh my god.. No..” Claire gasped, as she realized her efforts were in vein. Pausing to catch her breath, Clair grunted, “I can’t wear these.” “I got fatter. I had too. I’ve gotten fatter. It’s not even funny. My ass deserves its own fucking zip code! I’m definitely not wearing these jeans..” Claire rambled, as she ran her hands through her long dark hair in exacerbation. “I’m so over this.” Claire spat, as she wiggled herself out of the jeans and kicked them against the far wall in frustration. She went back to the drawer and quickly grabbed the pair of jeggings. “These stretch. They’ll just slide right up my legs. They have to fit..” Claire hoped, as she plopped onto her boyfriend’s bed and began the process of draping her legs into her jeggings. All the while she was tugging the stretchy material down past her knees and toward her thighs, Claire continued to mutter, “They have to fit. They have to.. Come on.. come on, come on!” There was a lot of resistance around her legs, but the downward angle she was tugging from provided her the leverage to fully cover her meaty thighs. Her butt was the next obstacle, but the stretchy pants seemed much more spacious in covering her generously sized ass. After a few notable and forceful tugs, Claire let out a sigh of relief, “Ahh! Yes!” Sitting upward, Claire’s eyes widened, as she saw her belly completely block her view of the pant’s button. Using her hands to find each side of the pants, she blindly tugged them together in an effort to bind them, but there was a problem. Either the elastic nature of the pants was not stretchy enough, or Claire’s gut was just too big to contain.. Claire was less than pleased, but she still had hope while she sucked in her stomach, as much as she could, and tried buttoning them one last time, “Ugh! Maybe not so perfect, but I can *Grunt!* still do this!” “Oh no..” Claire gasped, as her doughy stomach resumed its fully bulgy shape after she took her next breath. Her tummy was too big. Looking at her dress in Paul’s dresser. Claire sighed, knowing it was the only option she had left.. … 45 minutes later.. … Paul could see the wheel’s turning in his girlfriend’s pretty face. The waiter had asked a simple question: ‘What did she want to eat for dinner?’ And it seemed Claire was paralyzed by the thought of responding. Paul had kindly asked the waiter for a few more minutes for her to decide and the waiter left the table rather promptly after politely inviting Claire to take all the time she needed. There was a silence at the table while Claire stared at the menu and Paul stared at her. To put it simply, in Paul’s eyes she looked divine. Her long dark hair fell flawlessly across the side of her face and down across her back. Her mellow green eyes meshed perfectly with the bright red lipstick she wore across her lovely lips. However, her alluring face was not the only part of her that was beyond attractive tonight. His well-fed girlfriend had resorting to clothing herself in a stretchy but tight-fitting, off-the-shoulder red mini-dress. The old garment fit well across Claire’s chest, highlighting her perky and pert bust. However, it appeared highly stretched across her chubby tummy as she sat down, in particular, there was a stylish and narrow, black belt that cut across her flabby midsection just above her belly button and produced two very appealing mounds of fat while she sat. It looked like she’d buckled the belt three notches deep, Paul’s mind wondered if she’d be able to keep it that tight as she stuffed her face with rich Italian cuisine tonight. While the table obscured his view of his girlfriend’s most physically attractive feature, it was still obvious Claire had a rather hefty booty. Standing next to each other back to back, Paul was only about an inch taller than his 5’7 girlfriend, yet sitting down, she always seemed to tower above him. Now a prudent person might attribute this to Paul’s mediocre posture, but Paul knew better. The beefy butt cushioning his girlfriend had jutting out behind her elevated her upward whenever she was in a seated position. He knew he was right because he’d eyed her butt rather meticulously before they’d arrived at the restaurant. It had grown too big for her mini dress. Claire had to constantly tug the material down to avoid exposing her special pair of Victoria’s secret underwear she saved for special occasions. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on his growing girl after she ate a big meal. It truly would be a perfect night, a perfect one-year anniversary. Claire didn’t notice Paul’s lustful eyes checking her out. In truth as she looked over her menu, she was pondering the waiter’s previous choice of words. He had asked her what she ‘wanted’ to eat. The problem was that what she ‘wanted’ to eat was far different than what she ‘should’ eat. The battle she’d lost with her clothes earlier had made one thing clear to her. She desperately needed to diet and start going to the gym more regularly again. Fighting against her desires, Claire decided to do what was best for her softened figure. “I’m stuffed babe.. I think I filled up on bread. I couldn't eat another bite.” Claire pouted, as she cradled her burgeoning belly and her hands maneuvered toward the little thin black belt cutting tightly into the chub of her tummy, “Would you judge me if I loosen this belt a little?” “Of course not. Be comfortable honey.” Paul calmly responded, as he could feel his blood pumping faster while he watched Claire loosen her belt by a notch. The frumpy little mounds of pudge the belt formed on either side of it gave way to a singly rounded bulge that was Claire’s soft belly. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from drooling. “How did I get so lucky with you.” Claire blissfully smiled, as she gave Paul her sweetest sounding thanks. “I got lucky with you.” Paul sweetly countered Claire’s lovie-dovie tone with his own. “No you didn’t. Look at me. Look at this food baby!” Claire sensitively burst, as she pinched the roll of fat that that was straining her dress around her lower belly with both hands, “I didn’t even really eat anything yet and I’m already so bloated.” “I think you look sexy. Food baby, or no food baby.” Paul assured her, as he recalled watching Claire scarf down three of the four loaves of bread that had been at their table with equally large amounts of butter and olive oil. There was nothing sexier than watching Claire stuff her face. “Awe! You’re making me blush.” Claire squeaked, as her hands rushed from her belly to cover her face. Paul couldn’t help but notice with growing excitement the way Claire’s chubby tummy had jiggled the moment her hands had let go of it. “Are you sure you’re not hungry? We can go. We can spend our anniversary somewhere else. How about we grab drinks?” Paul offered wanting Claire to feel more comfortable. “They serve drinks here. We don’t have to go.” Claire assured him, as her pretty face poked out from the cover of her hands. “But I’d really feel better if you were..” Paul began, as Claire stopped him. “No, you’ve been planning this forever. You even paid for the reservation.” Claire objected to the thought of leaving. “I don’t want to order food if you’re not having any. It doesn’t feel right to me.” Paul declared, as Claire’s expression softened with joy. “I’ll have a salad.” Claire reluctantly compromised, as she could feel her stomach begin to growl at the thought at more food. The truth was she was still hungry. She just didn’t want to make a pig of herself in front of Paul. “A salad?” Paul echoed pretending that he did not hear her right, as his head tilted in confusion. “What? Everything else is so expensive!” Claire pouted, as she sought to defend her choice without revealing to Paul that her motivation for making it dwelled around how out of shape she’d let herself become. “You don’t have to worry about how much it costs tonight.” Paul assured her in the sweetest way he knew how. She seemed pleased by his kindness, so he decided to gently tempt her in the right direction, “You are hungry, aren’t you?” “Yeah, but I shouldn’t be.. I’ve been eating way too much lately.” Claire explained, as she reluctantly came clean, “My clothes aren’t fitting very well recently.” “I beg to differ. I think you look amazing in everything you wear. Especially that dress.” Paul smiled, as he eyed his girlfriend from head to toe for her to see. “Are you kidding me? This dress looks like a sausage casing. I’m getting kinda fat.. Don’t you think?” Claire blushed, as she tugged her dress downward to keep it from riding up her thighs any further. “You are not fat. You are beautiful babe.” Paul countered immediately with a sincere expression that Claire couldn’t deny. “Aww! You really mean it?” Claire’s defeated eyes seemed to brighten with pride. Paul always knew how to make her feel better. “You know it.” Paul assured her, as he grabbed his glass of water and finished a small sip, “It’s our anniversary. Get something good. Why not pasta? You love pasta. Enjoy yourself!” “Alright, I wanted pasta. Haha, you know me so well babe!” Claire warmly smiled, as she reached across the table and gave Paul’s hand a loving squeeze. It didn’t take long for the waiter to return and the anniversary dinner to truly commence. Conversation came naturally to the young couple and they were never short of topics to discuss. Time flew by as they ordered drinks and chatted away until their food arrived. Claire was on her third glass of red wine when the waiter placed her giant plate of pasta in front of her and her mellow green eyes lit up like firecrackers. They were well into their food when Paul brought up a topic that sparked a rather surprising revelation. “So, did your professor post final grades?” Paul inquired, as Claire finished tamely twirling another modest bite of pasta around her fork. Paul always was enamored with the elegant way Claire devoured food. “Yess.” Claire tipsily admitted a bit reluctantly, as she brought her napkin to her lips and dabbed a bit of pasta sauce away. “Didn’t go well?” Paul surmised, as Claire stuck her forkful of pasta into her mouth and chewed very carefully and methodically. She didn’t open her mouth until a moment after she swallowed every last bit of delicious pasta. “No. I didn’t have enough time to study.” Claire pouted, as she grabbed her glass of wine and took a rather hardy sip. “I told you taking summer classes on top of your internship would be too much on your plate.” Paul gently chastised his girlfriend, as she seemed slightly upset. He knew the only reason she even agreed to the internship was to save up enough money to live with him as soon as possible. “But I..” Claire mumbled, as she broke eye contact. “I don’t need help making rent.” Paul countered, as Claire looked up at him more firmly. “Yes you do. I know things have been tight since Chris moved out. I wanna make things easier for you.” Claire pouted, as she momentarily put her fork down, “The more I can help you, the more free time you’ll have to spend with me.” “And I want you to know how much I appreciate you and everything you do for me, but I don’t want my shit getting in the way of your education.” Paul revealed, as he let out a sigh, “It’s not fair to you.” “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this actually. I think I have a solution to your roommate problem. Well, a temporary solution.” Claire revealed, as a subtle smile emerged from her lips. She could tell from Paul’s face that he was all ears, so she continued, “You need a roommate to help with rent. And I won’t have enough money saved up to move in and pay my fair share for a while yet..” Paul couldn’t believe she was doing a little dramatic pause to go with this whole thing, he couldn’t help but hurry her by saying, “Yeah? So, what’s the solution?” “I think I found you a temporary long-term roommate!” Claire excitedly burst, as she tried to reel in her enthusiasm, “I mean, if it’s okay with you.” “I don’t wanna live with any college students. The last one turned out to be a drug dealer, remember?” Paul dismissed Claire’s idea, but she wasn’t going to let him off this easy. She had to make him understand. “She’s not a college student. My older sister and I were talking recently.. She needs a place to stay. Short notice. And she’s willing to pay her fair share!” Claire revealed, as Paul’s eyes widened with disbelief. “Your sister?” Paul scratched his head, as he tried to remember the name of the sister Claire actually got along with, “Ohh, Laura?” “No. Emma.” Claire corrected him, as she awaited Paul’s response. “Emma!? I thought you said she was..” Paul began to recall all the things Claire had mentioned to him about her oldest sister in the year they’d been together. “I know what I’ve said about her, but she’s not that bad.” Claire explained, as she tried to backpedal some of the previous complaint’s she’d leveed toward her older sister, “Plus, she just found out her fiancé has been cheating on her. Soo.. They broke up and she needs a place to stay right now just as much as you need a roommate.” “Won’t that be weird? I mean, she’s your oldest sister.” Paul reminded his youthful girlfriend. “I talked to her already and I’m okay with it.” Claire revealed, as her voice somehow took an even more warmhearted tone, “You’d be doing her a huge favor.” “Well, alright.” Paul decided, “Anything for your family.” “You are so sweet!” Claire burst, as she looked at Paul lovingly. “It’s nothing.” Paul shrugged, while Claire couldn’t believe what a nice guy she’d landed. “No, you are always just the best.” Claire enthused, as she leaned closer to him and tipsily whispered, “If there is anything you want me to do tonight, and I mean, anything. Just say the word and I’ll do it.” “All I want is for you to enjoy yourself.” Paul smiled, as he decided to add, “So, you better clean your plate.” “Haha, I know the food here costs a fortune. I promise I won’t let any go to waste.” Claire sexily vowed, as she quickly picked up her fork and began artfully twirling some pasta into a classy forkful. … Late that night.. … Stifling flirtatious giggles like a tipsy teenager, Claire joyfully held Paul’s hand as he carefully led her out of their Uber and into the bottom floor of his little apartment complex. As far as apartment complexes went, his one was small and old. There was a dirty commons with a washer and dryer in the basement, one apartment on the first floor, two apartments on the second floor, and finally one apartment, his apartment, on the third floor. Claire was never one to complain about the steps, but he could tell from her increasingly labored breath that the journey up them was becoming more and more difficult for his ever-softening girlfriend. However, despite her belabored breaths, Paul had clearly underestimated how much energy Claire had left. The moment they finally got inside his apartment and closed the door Claire was on him like butter on bread. Her lips were firm, her passion was spirited, her tongue was ticking his own in the subtly sexy way she knew he enjoyed. Not even thinking, Paul’s hands groped her ample behind. It felt a lot fuller to the touch than he remembered a year ago, and the thought of Claire’s ass growing even larger sent Paul’s heart racing. He gently pushed her onto the couch with startling ease, and lustfully gazed at his girlfriend’s inflated figure. The large Italian meal had done wonders for her chubby tummy. He couldn’t hide the obvious gawking expression in his face. He was admiring his handywork. Claire seemed to enjoy the lust in his eyes, but nervously reached for her stomach when she realized that’s where he was looking. “Umm, before we continue.. I’ve got to get this belt off! It’s way too tight. I can hardly breath.” Claire admitted with a bit of embarrassment in her voice. Paul wasn’t surprised. Compared to earlier, Claire’s belly had swollen to epic proportions. The little belt which had been slowly loosened to it’s last remaining notch over the course of Claire’s drunken dinner and dessert, now appeared on the verge of snapping off against the pressure Claire’s stuffed tummy was putting it under. “Here let me help you with that.” Paul quickly interjected, as his hands rushed to touch Claire’s stomach. She felt firm to press against, and yet soft to the touch. Without wasting time to indulge himself, Paul unhooked the belt and let Claire’s tummy expand into the excess space. With a joyful breath, he knew Claire would be happy to be rid of her pesky belt. “You have know idea how good that felt.” Claire nearly moaned in her drunken state. She’d had far too much wine with dinner, but Paul would only have stopped her if she’d been on the verge of getting sick. Paul didn’t exactly realize he’d never withdrew his hands from gently touching Claire’s belly, but she sure as heck could feel him pressing against her, so she tipsily exclaimed, “I feel like I’m going to explode! My food baby looks like I’m full term with twins!” “There, there..” Paul calmly snapped to attention and began gently rubbing Claire’s swollen tummy. “Oohh.. Don’t stop..” Claire moaned, as she leaned back into the couch and let Paul massage her uncomfortable stomach. “Do you want anything else to eat?” Paul wishfully asked, as Claire gave him a perplexed look. “I think the ice cream on the way home topped me off. I’m not gonna be able to move if I eat anything else. That might be a problem for sex.” Claire hinted, as her eyes shifted from Paul’s face to his now extremely well filled out groin area of his pants, “Somebody looks horny.” “I am.” Paul admitted, as his hand continued his gentle rubbing of Claire’s stomach. “Ugh! Help me get this dress off.” Claire pleaded, as Paul obliged her. It only took a few moments, but soon he’d freed her of the confines of her dress. She was in her Victoria’s secret underwear now and Paul couldn’t deny that his well-fed girlfriend rocked the look, “You are so fucking beautiful.” “Haha, I like it when you swear like a sailor. Take a seat.” Claire demanded, as Paul sat next to her and she struggled to her feet. Paul helped by pushing against her beautifully big butt once she’d raised it off the couch. Now standing, Claire wasted no time in removing Paul’s pants and underwear. In excitement, Paul removed his shirt, while Claire flung off her panties, but left her bra on. Checking each other out in anticipation, Claire hornily chirped, “Looks like you’re sailing at full mast. Mind if I come aboard?” Paul was so tongue tied in the face of Claire’s beauty he didn’t even have a moment to scream ‘hell yes’ before Claire hungrily mounted him over his lap. He was sandwiched between her two hefty thighs now, and as she slid into place, he couldn’t hide just how amazing it felt. The primal desires within the two lovers took over. Claire began to grind, hump, jiggle and shake atop Paul’s lap as her belly pressed firmly against Paul’s and his hands reached around to feel her booty’s buns of jello. As he gave her a lustful squeeze, her new mass kept him completely pinned. Claire sped up her pace, as her breath began to sound labored. The couch was squealing loudly well before Paul, but even so. He could only resist her womanly temptations for so long. “Oh my god.. Honey!” Paul surged, as the weight of his girlfriend sent him to places, he never wanted to return from. “*Pant* I love you! Happy anniversary babe!” Claire bellowed, as she decided to give Paul a few more minutes in paradise for good measure.

"Lilly of the Valley" is my epic collaboration with @Magmaman composed around 45 (!) of his weight-gain illustrations. My buddy @riptoryx describes it as "a tangled nest woven from overlapping threads of friendship, jealousy, sabotage, and deception"! I'm attaching the story in PDF form here, but please follow the link for information on how you can download the individual visuals. Please leave a comment if you like it. The feedback definitely inspires me! Best-- Maverick Lilly of the Valley (Complete).pdf

"The Middle Manager" is a graphic weight-gain collaboration with @Magmaman that debuted on the Pateon I helm with my buddy @riptoryx. I just made it available for free here: https://www.deviantart.com/maverickthewriter/art/The-Middle-Manager-863046053. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! (It can be downloaded from the link as well.) Happy Holidays-- Maverick

"Savanah's Swan Song" tells the tale of a spoiled crossover country star’s fattening fall from grace and features never-before-released illustrations by the incomparable Magmaman! For those who enjoy revenge and comeuppance weight-gain tales, this one's for you! If you'd like to read this chapter with Magma's visuals, you can do so for free here. And if you like what you read/see, please consider becoming a MAVRIP patron. Enjoy! As always, comments are appreciated! Maverick Savanah's Swan Song (Part I) "We love you, Savanah!" "I love you, too!" Twenty-nine-year-old pop star Savanah Georgia waved to the jubilant crowd outside Rick's, Atlanta's most exclusive honky-tonk. After posing for the paparazzi, Savanah beckoned to her longtime boyfriend, Chad Sampson, who trailed her like a puppy past a velvet-roped stanchion and through a solid oak door held open by an equally solid-looking bouncer. Crossing its threshold, Savanah pivoted to give a final address to her adoring fans— "God bless you all!" "Fucking leeches," Savanah muttered as she continued down the dark corridor that led into the brightly lit club. Fortunately, her harsh words were drowned by the sounds of The Dixies, the upscale juke **'s house band. "Good evening, Ms. Georgia." Guss Davidson, the club's maître d', greeted the couple with a nervous smile. "Your usual table?" "As long as no one's sitting in it tonight." Guss chuckled, then cleared his throat. "No, not tonight." The well-heeled host guided the couple through the throngs to an elevated corner booth overlooking the stage. As the singer slid into her seat, she spied the proliferation of flesh jiggling on the dance floor. "Tonight must be pig night." "I don't think so," Guss said with a confused cock of his head. "But our chef makes a killer pulled pork." Then he beat a hasty retreat adding, "I'll bring menus." "This place is going to hell. Look at those fat hags." As Savanah lambasted Rick's portly patrons, she undid the snap of her leather trousers. She took pride in the fact that she was almost thirty and still fit into a size zero. That is as long as she didn't sit, eat, or breathe. Chad dutifully turned in his seat to observe the girls on the floor. They looked OK to him. "What can you do?" He said with a shrug. "It's open to the public." "Yes, but not the GENERAL public. I'll talk to Rick about beefing up security." "And not the dancers?" Chad smiled at his joke, but it quickly wilted under Savanah's darkened gaze. "Guss said you wanted menus?" A chubby girl about twenty, with a wide grin and an even wider waistline, appeared tableside holding two laminated menus. She was clothed in the club's traditional waitress wear: straw cowboy hat, blue jeans, and a checkerboard flannel button-down tied in the front to show a suggestion of belly. Of course, in her case, it was less of a suggestion and more of a demand. "Hell in a handbasket," Savanah said, snatching the menus from the girl's fleshy fingers. "It's an honor to serve you tonight, Ms. Georgia," the not-so-waifish waitress gushed. "I'm your biggest fan." Savanah eyed the pasty muffin top rimming the waitress' skintight Levi's. "Probably close to it. Where's Lisa?" "Uh, she's off tonight." "Lucky me. Look..." "Amy." "Amy. Just bring him a beer and bring me a white wine spritzer." "You don't want to eat?" "No." Savanah returned the menus by poking them against the server's stomach. "I've lost my appetite." The waitress managed a polite smile, then retreated from the table even faster than Guss did. "You were a little rough on her," Chad said after Amy had disappeared into the kitchen. "When I was her age, a record exec once called me a talentless harpy. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger." "Maybe you should have ordered something? I think you're hangry." "When I want your opinion, Chad, I'll give it to you." Chad ducked Savanah's dagger stare by focusing on the band. The Dixies were a tight six-piece and one of the few things he still enjoyed about coming. At one point, the couple would've joined the merry masses on the dance floor and Savanah might even have performed a song or two with the sextet. But that was several years and platinum albums ago. "Thank you!" The band's burly fiddle player, known affectionately as Big Mike, shouted into the microphone after his spirited solo brought the song to its crescendoed conclusion. "Thank you so much! What a great-looking crowd we have tonight." Hoots and hollers from the women Savanah had called pigs joined the enthusiastic applause. "And it just got even prettier," the bearded musician continued, pointing his bow toward the newly occupied booth. "Please join Rick's and The Dixies in welcoming our state's prettiest and most talented peach, Savanah Georgia!" The crowd went crazy. Savanah seemed genuinely surprised by the acknowledgment, placing a hand over her heart and blowing kisses to both the band and the crowd. Chad applauded, too. His girlfriend's performance was Oscar-worthy. The only thing she couldn't do with her pants undone was take a bow. "Care to join us?" The musician gestured towards the rest of the band. "For old time's sake?" If the request, or the crowd's raucous response, fazed Savanah she didn't let on. She simply smiled and shook her head, then she clutched Chad's hand as if she were in the middle of an intimate date. It was only when Mike whispered into the microphone, "I think she's getting too big for her britches" that panic flashed across her face. "I'm just teasin'," the big man added playfully. "Maybe after a few drinks!" Once it became clear the pop star wasn't budging, the crowd returned their attention to the band and Mike pressed on with the show— "Since we can't cajole the real Savanah, let's bring up the next best thing. She's been serving you all night, now it's time to show her some love. Please welcome the newest member of Ricky's talented team...Amy Adamson!" The crowd gave an enthusiastic ovation, but it quickly faded when no one appeared onstage. "Amy, where you at baby?" Mike added after his invitation went unanswered. Just as he was about to give up, Amy pushed through the kitchen's double doors like a gunslinger entering a saloon. She looked proud. Confident. Only her teary eyes belied her cocksure strut to the stage. Following an embrace with Mike, Amy stepped to the mic to renewed applause and the strains of a lone guitar. Savanah recognized the tune immediately. "Unbroken" was her first hit. She'd written it on a six-string when she was sixteen. "You took away our choices, but we have many voices--" Amy's voice started thin but gained power as the verse continued. By the time she reached the chorus, it was as full-bodied as she was. "We won't be broken. We won't be shattered. We won't be told, that what we say don't matter!" The band swelled behind her as the song climaxed, then faded away for a delicate acapella outro— "We are unbroken." The crowd erupted in wild applause. Most in attendance were already standing, but anyone who wasn't quickly found their feet. Chad sprang up so enthusiastically he winced, fearing Savanah had stayed seated for reasons both personal and practical. But as he turned his head, he was surprised to find the starlet had done up her pants and was standing in ovation like everyone else. There was even a tear in her eye, though he wasn't sure if it was due to the tenderness of the tune or the tightness of her trousers. After another quick embrace with Mike and a wave to the jubilant crowd, Amy returned to the kitchen and The Dixies began their next song. A few minutes later, the songbird was back on the floor serving drinks. "That was awesome," Chad said once Amy arrived at their table with her tray. "You're very talented." "Thank you so much. I was so nervous." Amy placed the beer in front of Chad and the spritzer in front of Savanah, who sported a proud smile. "Can I give you a little advice?" Savanah said, leaning in like she was about to divulge a trade secret. "Of course." "The next time you decide to butcher one of my songs, at least have enough sense to bring me my drink first."

https://www.deviantart.com/jackalentente/art/Florida-Woman-818347995 Although pregnancy is the central fetish, there is a great deal of stuffing in this story. This is a collaboration between myself and the render artist Broadwell. Read the description for more details. Enjoy, perverts.