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Quick introduction. Hi there. I'm new. Never done this before. Just set up a deviant art page where I wrote and posted my first story. It was nice and quiet over there and I was having a lot of fun but wanted to share it around a couple other places to see what people thought. So yeah. Advice, critique more than welcome. Literally have never... ever... written anything at all about anything ever before.... sooo..... Special thanks to Flaming-Hades for "What does a Champion Feel Like", Woodsmont for the "Sculpting of Kate", and Enumerated_Bob for, well everything he ever posts. All three have been huge inspirations. The main reason I started writing was an inability to find enough stories that were up to the standard I felt was set by them and a very few others. http://avacadodo.deviantart.com/ So on to the story. I hope you like it, but don't spare your real feelings. Chapter 1. A Spring Homecoming Home. Vestiges of the season’s final crisp shower pattered a happy rhythm on the windshield of the moving van as it drove into the small rural town. It had been more than 4 years since Jim Butler had been here, but it was hard not to feel as if the town itself was happy to welcome him back. It was not just the nostalgia of old haunts and good times that made him smile, but a sense that something was coming that filled him with a breathless anticipation. The sun herself broke from behind cloud cover just as they pulled onto the drive of his new street, shining her exuberant round face upon the houses below. Her warm rays cut through the misty spring air like butter, dispersing the damp precipitation and promising a sweet summer to come. No one was out yet and in the stillness of the early summer sun it felt as if the whole world was holding its breath. By the time the movers had begun unloading, not a puddle was in sight. Only the flowers, planted in abundance at the Victorian house next door remembered the rainfall that had brushed their faces as the world came alive and rose to wakefulness. They reached for their round mistress in the sky with a yearning hunger, soaking up her vast munificence, as Jim and the movers heaved brown cardboard boxes full of his memories into the house. Jim was from here and though he had been gone pursuing his dreams for nearly a half decade now, he was happy to be back. Average of height and face with a rather rigid nose and mussed brown hair, he was of passable looks. Despite this, and the various dates, dinner parties, and acquaintances made in his time abroad, he was not romantically involved. After each failed date, he would tell the other person that he was just too busy for a relationship. Later, alone at home, he would find comfort in repeating the same thing to himself. The lack of romantic success however, was alleviated somewhat by a profound success in his profession. After helming a few successful projects at work, he had decided it was time to try something new and used his earnings to form his own company. It was a risky move, but the status quo was boring. Besides, the risk came with its own benefits. It had allowed him to move home and put a deposit down on a house of his own. He had picked out a simple little one story place with a lot of windows and a small yard situated in an upscale neighborhood. Humble, but sturdy and clean, the enclosed space and basement provided him with all the room he needed to work and live in. They were unpacking his van and moving things inside when he heard a feminine voice called out, “Jim? Jim Butler, is that you?” He stood up from the box he was bent over, eyebrows arched in surprise at hearing his name. “Yes?” he asked dumbly. And then he saw her, and the still anticipation of the world broke around him. “Jim, it’s Caroline.” And yes it was her. Caroline Goodwin, an old friend and sometimes crush from summers past. They’d worked the mall food court every summer during their college years. Though they had attended different universities entirely, they always somehow found themselves returning home to live rent free with the parents while working and talking about the future. They had made a pretty good pair. He was 5’6” and she was 5’ 4”, he an introverted thinker and she an extroverted gym addict but both dreamers with grandiose idea about the world that they enjoyed sharing with each other while they shared one another’s time and company. She had been a petite little thing; a dancer and it showed when she moved. She was always so graceful wherever she went, with a bounce to her step and an almost unconscious shimmy to and fro, even when she was standing still. Though, as a previously mentioned gym addict, she was also an unabashed foodie, taking full advantage of her job at the food court to sample any and everything. He vividly recalled her bare midriff from those summer days, tight and tan from dancing and sun. After the first summer working together they were inseparable when together. There was certainly a mutual attraction, but there was work and then college separated them and neither wanted to mess up what they had in the short amount of time they had together. Besides that, they both openly and animatedly discussed their individual dreams and plans for the future and those plans very clearly diverged once college was done and these summer jobs were finished. She had wanted to join a famous dance company like the New York Ballet and travel the world. He wanted to run off and join an engineering firm and build large amazing things. So they flirted, they teased, they held hands, but that was it. Their own fierce respect for the other’s friendship and knowledge that they couldn’t start a relationship without ruining the others dream or giving up their own stopped it from ever going beyond that. When he had received his job offer, she congratulated him, they had celebrated over some cheap champagne. A few weeks later he left town and that was that. He promised her he’d look her up on Broadway one day and she rolled her eyes and said she would be sure to send him tickets to the Ballet when she made it, since he obviously needed some schooling on the differences in the fine arts and would probably never find it himself if he couldn’t tell the difference between ballet and show dancing. It was a chapter in his life he thought was over. Yet here she was, leaning against the fence of the big Victorian next door holding a large watering can and sporting a huge crooked grin, apparently unaware of the rain that morning. Leaning over the fence between their yards, her face the same pixie fine features and blue eyes he remembered. She waved and called out again. “Jim, what are you doing here?” “Caroline!?” Jim hollered in joyful surprise. His face lit up as he recognized her, and he stepped over to talk. “Caroline! Wow, it’s great to see you. What are you doing here? Don’t tell me.” He motioned to the large house behind her with a questioning look in his eyes. “I live here.” She said with a shrug and a smile “I work for the owner and take care of things for her. It’s a big house and has its own dance studio. Besides, you know me, I love the old architecture.” She leaned back, holding onto the fence with one hand and shook her head in wonder. “But my question stands, what are you doing in this area Mr. Butler?” she raised a plucky eyebrow. “I thought you had moved on from your humble beginnings never to lay eye on suburbia again. When did you get back in town?” “Today actually.” Jim admitted. “Believe it or not, this is my new place.” He motioned to the smaller, more compact house to the left of hers. “I believe that makes us neighbors.” Caroline widened her eyes in earnest surprise. “Wow, really?” Her face relaxed into a bemused smirk as Jim scratched his head and offered a sheepish apologetic face.” “I swear I had no idea you lived here.” He said. Caroline laughed at that. “Well you can’t fight serendipity I guess.” She said, and looking over to his truck of things, carried on with “Well I can see you’ve got your hands full right now, and though I’d love to catch up I have to get to work myself. Want to come over for dinner and drinks tonight? You can return the favor once you’ve had time to get settled in.” “Yeah, sure. I’d love to.” He replied, nodding and scratching his head. “I’m sure I’ll need a break from unpacking by this evening.” Caroline turned to walk away and Jim did as well, but not before he noticed a few differences in his old friend’s figure as she moved out from the cover of the fence. Caroline had always been partial to crop tops, and for a moment he thought that’s what she was wearing. After a moment he realized it was not a crop top but a regular tee, and the cotton must have caught on the fence. The sheer size of her abdomen caused the shirt to catch most of the way up, revealing a monster pot belly exposed for all to see, where her old washboard abs used to be. Jim was lucky Caroline wasn’t looking his way anymore. Her attention on the flowers, still basking in the glow of the radiant sun, which prevented her from seeing his jaw drop at the revelation of the unexpected change in girth of his friend. Was she pregnant? No, it couldn’t be. Her belly bounced, jiggled, and danced just like her feet as she moved gracefully through the garden tending to the hungry plants. Pregnant bellies aren’t pliable like that at all. He’d seen enough to know what they looked like. It was definitely not a baby in there, it was just an astonishing amount of concentrated lard. Jim couldn’t move for the next 30 seconds as he took in the foreign sight before him. It was strange. She was completely as he remembered her; thin, delicate, and pixie like in every way except now, beneath her breasts a big fat bouncing belly was hanging over the waistband of her pink yoga pants. She didn’t seem to realize that it was completely exposed now as she went on about her morning chores, and he stood frozen in place watching what felt entirely too much like a confused fever dream. Suddenly recalling the earlier spring shower, Jim jolted back to reality and moved a step back towards the fence and raised his voice, “Oh, Caroline, if you weren’t aware, there was quite a bit of rain this morning. You probably don’t need to water them all that much. I imagine the soil’s pretty wet under the top lair.” Hearing this, she glanced back smiling. “Well thanks for letting me know but its fine. There’s no such thing as too much of what’s good for you, right?” she asked and slapped the side of her clearly overfed gut, proof of the philosophy’s application in her own life. “R-Right.” Jim said, a slight stutter interfering with his speech. His eyes stuck pointed downward to that thunderous slap against bare skin, drawing inexorable attention to the changes in the once self-proclaimed gym rat. If he hadn’t already been red with exertion he would probably be flushed with embarrassment right now. Hearing the crack of the slap much louder than it should have sounded, feeling the unexpected skin on skin contact, and coming to the dawning realization that her t-shirt was not covering her bulging gut nearly as well as she had presumed, Caroline’s own cheeks went bright pink. “On second thought, I’m sure the rain did its job just fine and the flowers are fine. Everything is just fine and,” she trailed off. “Well uh, I had better get inside.” She squeaked finally, abandoning the watering can and beating a hasty retreat indoors. Jim could do nothing but stare in consternation at her exposed pot belly as it jiggled madly during the scramble back into the safety of her house. What had he just seen? Shaking his head to clear it, Jim got back to work. Her shimmying belly bounced and jiggled on repeat in his head the rest of the day. Chapter 2 First Summer’s Night With a last languorous blink across the town, the sun slipped beyond the edge of the horizon allowing evening to flex her waiting arms and embrace the land like a lover. As she departed the sun breathed a parting kiss upon the west wind. The effect was small but profound as the last of spring’s briskness evaporated into memory, melted by the sun-kissed wind as it rustled quietly through the streets. Summer was here in full and you could practically feel the whole world humming in hungry anticipation with the changing of the guard. The moon was full and the memory of day was strong even in the night. The summer breeze carried the memory of the sun in through the window and caressed “Oh wow, what time is it? I was supposed to meet Caroline for dinner.” Jim exclaimed patting his pockets down feeling around for his phone frantically. He had become cognizant of the time for the first time since the movers had left, only just as the light winked away for the last time through the window. Deprived of reason to keep working, his brain cued up the recent memory of this morning’s close encounter of the chubby kind, while he hunted for his time piece. The vision of the mad jiggling mass he had witnessed bouncing above the belt around his neighbor’s waistline continued to dance through his head much longer than it had in reality. After a long moment of vivid memory playback, he shook himself from his reverie and pulled his phone from his pocket. “8:30!?” He shouted, in shock. Swearing under his breath, Jim collapsed onto the sole clutter free chair in the house. He ran his hand through his hair as he considered his rather limited options. He could probably order pizza since Caroline had almost definitely eaten without him by this late hour. “She probably thinks I stood her up on purpose after this morning.” He mourned. That was really unfortunate, as he was really looking forward to catching up with her again. Massive weight gain notwithstanding, he had been thrilled to see her and if they were going to be neighbors he had better at least try to recall their friendship. Did he want to go? That was the real question. He thought of her grossly jiggling bulging stomach and winced. Then he thought of laying in fields three years in a row, watching fire works together and talking about future aspirations. Moments shared, that were precious to him. Especially now after all these years. What had happened to that girl? She must have gained 50 pounds and on her tiny frame and it really showed, especially considering it apparently wasn’t going anywhere but to hide her formerly perfectly toned abs. Whether it made him uncomfortable or not, he couldn’t stand her up or make excuses. She knew him too well for that and whatever was going on, she was still his friend, even if they hadn’t spoken in more than 4 years. Decision made, he stood up and walked next door. The night was cool but comfortable as summer’s first warm breeze drifted lazily through the air. The flowers outside the Victorian house were still. An owl hooted somewhere in the distance. He stood staring up at the house for a few more minutes, then walked up to the door and knocked. At first he thought she might not be home, but finally he heard the sound of feet running towards the front of the house, and the door opened. It was Caroline. This time she was wearing something far less revealing than the too-small t-shirt from this morning. He noted it was a black hopelessly tried to accent her boobs in a more traditional fashion. It was unsuccessful. The black was not slimming and that pot belly was just too vast to disguise. “Jim!” she gushed. “I was afraid you weren’t going to be able to make it after.” She didn’t finish the sentence but the memory of a hand slapping an exposed fat belly went through both their minds at the same time. “Well, I thought you might be too busy.” She finished lamely. “I’m so happy you came though!” she said, bouncing back with a smile before giving a sheepish grin and in an apologetic tone said “I’m afraid I got started without you.” It was dark but even in the dim light, it was easy to see her cheeks were flushed from alcohol. “Ah, yeah it’s been more work than I realized getting moved in.” he laughed “I haven’t even gotten much unpacked yet, and I completely lost track of time. I hope you saved me some dinner though. I’m famished after all the work!” “Yes, of course. Come in! I didn’t have much appetite tonight so there’s still half of the lasagna left. Let me show you to the kitchen. I have a table set up in there.” Jim’s eyebrows climbed as she widened the door to admit him. Did that comment mean she had eaten half a lasagna as a light dinner? The thought fled his head before he could consider it in too much detail though, as he panicked, realizing he was not going to be able to avoid contact with her protruding stomach as he stepped into the house. If Caroline’s cheeks had been flushed from alcohol before, this second infraction from her intruding jelly belly set her face aflame. The two jerked apart and stood awkwardly looking away from each other fumbling for words for several seconds. Caroline violently smoothed her black camisole down, trying to hide the plump underbelly that had shown for a moment as the fabric had caught. She was praying that he hadn’t noticed. He had. Caroline finally broke the silence with a mumble under her breath of “Sorry it, uh, gets in the way sometimes.” “I’m not disturbing the owner by being here so late am I?” Jim interrupted desperately. Like a drowning man being thrown a life preserver, Caroline grabbed onto the question and began reassuring her friend profusely as she broke their awkward silence and she began to usher him through the house. “No, no! Not a chance, I promise. None at all.” She took a deep breath and smiled again. She was beautiful when she smiled. “Mrs. Taylor likes her privacy and sleeps up on the third floor. She won’t be able to hear anything from us once we’re in the kitchen. You couldn’t bother her if you tried. I promise” She turned and led the way towards a large kitchen at the back of the house. Following, Jim tried to compose himself. He had thought it would be easy to act normal, like old times, but he seemed to be hyper aware of her added thickness for some reason and the fact that it kept inserting itself in the middle of their social interactions made it even more difficult to ignore. Coming into the kitchen itself, Caroline motioned to an old thick dark wood table, indicating he should sit down. “Let me go ahead and pull out some food for us. I’ll have to warm up the oven to reheat the food but there’s beer in the fridge you can help yourself to.” He grabbed a beer and then a second and a third as she fired back up the stove and practically made a new meal, chattering happily at him about the wonderfully inconsequential happenings of the town and him responding by speaking about the challenges of moving with her. It was getting late by the time everything was ready but the smell was amazing and the conversation excellent, so he didn’t mind that much. As they dug in, an amiable silence drifted over them and they smiled goofily at one another over mouths busy with consuming food. She had served him a large plate of thick cheesy lasagna surrounded by heaping mounds of mashed potatoes and gravy, along with another beer. More than enough to satisfy the appetite he had worked up over the last seven or so hours since lunch, moving boxes, he noticed she had served herself an equally large plate despite her comment about eating while waiting for him. It was accompanied by a bottle of wine, which she had been working on since before his arrival from the looks of it. Silent chewing went on for some time, interspersed with the occasional small burp or groan of satisfaction. Jim couldn’t get over what a good cook Caroline had become. From the way she acted, neither could Caroline. When at last they were done eating, Jim stretched back in his chair and moaned his appreciation. “I’m stuffed! Where did you learn to cook like that Caroline? I don’t think I’ve ever had a lasagna that good. And the mashed potatoes, next time just give me the potatoes in the gravy boat.” Caroline blushed at the compliments and buried her face in her wine glass after murmuring an embarrassed thank you. Taking the opportunity while she was distracted, Jim’s eyes drifted covertly down to catalogue the changes, or rather singular large change, in his former co-worker. In the wake of the meal, her pot belly was even more defined on her petite little body than before. The thing pooled up and lay thickly across Caroline’s lap. It didn’t just stick out a little but rolled over her waist band to cover a surprising amount of her legs. He noticed that though while she was standing the pot formed one large protruding curve, when she sat it rolled over itself to form an indentation around her belly button. Jim’s imagination involuntarily began to picture just how low her belly might hang between her legs if she were to spread them. Realizing the last thing he wanted to be caught doing was staring at the literal elephant in the room, Jim yanked his gaze away before it could linger too long. There was something inexplicably captivating about the sheer size of her belly when compared to the rest of her pixie like form and he couldn’t yet tell if it was revulsion or attraction that fascinated him so. “To unexpected reunions.” He said, raising his beer for a toast. “And memories of a rather fantastic friendship.” She smiled and raised her glass to the toast as well, tossing back the last of her bottle and leaning back in her chair. He couldn’t help but return the easy smile sprawled on her rouge lips, but at the same time he became keenly aware that her movements had shifted the black shirt she was wearing and it was no longer fully covering her very large and very full tummy, revealing a milky white slice of perfectly shaped blubber. As she placed her glass back down on the table, he realized he had better leave and digest not only the delicious food she had served him but his confusing feelings on the new Caroline too. He opened his mouth to say as much but she spoke first. “You look really good Jim,” she said. Was that a note of wistfulness in her voice? He couldn’t help but notice the tone, even distracted as he was by her stomach sticking out of her over stressed shirt. “Well thanks, I’ve kept up with the workout routine you helped me develop. You might not believe it but I’m actually sporting a six pack these days.” Distracted as he was, he had just responded on auto pilot. His six pack was actually a fairly recent development and he was still very proud of the accomplishment and liked to brag about it when he could. Calling any attention to the abdomen at this point however, was a mistake. He realized this as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Looking down at her own momentous middle, Caroline gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, “Well good for you. I’ve developed the opposite of a six pack. You can probably tell but I’ve replaced the gym habit with a crippling donut habit while you were away.” She looked quite glum as she proceeded to poke a finger into the side of her pot belly as she spoke. Jim had always found Caroline attractive but his general taste in women had never extended past the traditional Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover model. As her finger disappeared up past the second knuckle, however, he felt a jolt and this time stared fascinated for a few seconds too long before jerking himself back to the present. “I need something else to drink.” Caroline stated abruptly. By this point, the alcohol was sinking in and as she stood up to fetch a bottle of rum, her belly shifted too, bouncing out to its former shape. Recalling his plans to leave futilely, as his attention was caught by the new movement of her unconventional curves, this time he simply couldn’t look away. Caroline moved around the room, fetching a few bottles of pop to serve with the rum before sitting down and pouring them both mixed drinks. “Yes Jim, I got fat.” She sighed. “How are you doing? I know fitness was always such a big deal for you.” He said, demeanor changing from lighthearted to one of concern. “I’m doing fine,’ she responded, sipping her rum and coke. “It’s hard to explain. My plans for joining a dance company didn’t work out. I got a job at a bakery. It didn’t do any favors to my figure. It’s fine.” She didn’t sound fine. She sounded resigned. “Caroline, you were an inspiration to me. I am not exaggerating when I say you taught me everything I know about staying in shape, and I know how passionate you were about dance. Surely you haven’t given up on that dream.” “I was also passionate about food, if you remember.” She smirked at him ironically “It just caught up with me. And no, I didn’t give up dancing, but I couldn’t make the professional cut like I always talked about so I had to find something else to do. I make a good living at the Bakery and make up the rest by taking care of Mrs. Robin here. She even has a dance studio here on the second floor and I don’t pay rent. I thought feeding people was a good way to make a living but I ended up doing a lot of feeding myself along the way. My figure just didn’t seem as important and I was so busy that I dropped my gym habit but I didn’t drop my food habit. In fact it got worse.” Her long tousled brown hair hung curled in ringlets around her face as she looked down into her glass, the idea of tears dancing behind her eyes. Jim’s eyes alit once more, unbidden upon her soft globular gut. Caroline’s shirt had ridden up again on one side and a slice of fair creamy skin showed, like a thickly portioned wedge of fluffy white birthday cake. He tore his gaze away, unsure of his own feelings. This was not the girl he had once known. Life had pulled this wonderful girl down from the aspiring dance professional she had envisioned with him on lazy summer nights like this half a decade ago. Confusing feelings about her unlikely curves aside, he had a responsibility to help here if he could. “Well look, I definitely need some friends again now that I’m back in town. Why don’t we hang out more like this? You could join me at the gym just like I used to with you. You’ll be back in shape in no time.” Caroline looked up, appreciation apparent in her gaze, any threat of tears retreating before his kindness. “Ah but it’s more serious than you think. It’s not just the lack of an exercise buddy that’s made me go to pot,” she wrinkled her nose and leaned forward conspiratorially, mood moving from sad to silly. Jim couldn’t help but notice the way her belly rolls bunched up over themselves as she drew closer, alcohol heavy breath hot on his face as he leaned forward to meet her halfway. “I have a confession to make Jim, but you have to promise not to tell.” Her face became faux serious as she looked him in the eye. A capricious wink gave the act away though. “Your secret’s safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die.” he swore, smiling and winking back as he made the appropriate cross over his heart. Again she shifted, this time leaning in even closer. Jim caught an eyeful of cleavage as he moved in with her. Internally he remarked to himself in relief that her belly wasn’t the only thing to have softened. It wasn’t much, but she must have gone up at least one cup size in the breasts. It was just so disproportionate from her middle that you couldn’t tell at a glance. He was gibbering to himself. He needed to stop obsessing over her new curves and pay attention to what she was going to say. Her voice was husky and her breath danced hot across his cheek as she whispered in his ear, “Jim, I just love to eat.” Laughing, she leaned back all drunk silliness again as she moaned. “Even if we exercised every day, I’m not sure I could stop eating. You would not believe the amount of donuts I can put away. Really, it’s my own fault I’m so fat. I just can’t say no to a cupcake or a pastry and I’m surrounded by them all day.” She lamented. What was wrong with him? He knew nothing good could come from challenging her but he felt helpless, caught up in an intoxicating whirlwind of alcohol and pent up attraction to not only his old crush’s abrupt new curves but also to Caroline’s casually wanton attitude towards her own gluttony. He felt himself slide over some invisible cliff and into uncharted waters as he responded to her boast, egging her on. “Come now, you exaggerate. You have to have some self-control left.” Jim said. “There’s no way you could eat even a single donut after that dinner.” As if she had been waiting for the challenge, Caroline’s eyes flared in response. “I am not even remotely joking. I’m fat because I can pack it away in here. I can easily drop a dozen of those little cakes a day. Believe me, the calories add up and I am addicted.” She said and stuck out her ridiculously disproportionate jelly belly and slapped it on the side, initiating a wave of jiggles that lasted for some time. Jim neither moved nor spoke until the waves she had caused stopped. This was getting decidedly out of hand, he thought. He knew she was a competitive spirit. Was he really going to push this? “Caroline,” he scoffed. “No offense, but you are tiny. I know you like to eat but I couldn’t eat that many after a good workout and there’s no way you could do that on the daily.” The old competitive glare shone in her eyes as she forgot her woes in light of this new challenge to her eating prowess. “Care to put your money where your mouth is, Mr. Big Shot?” She stood up, a little unsteady as her balance was now very off center and she wasn’t exactly sober, but her graceful feet carried her easily across the kitchen to her cabinets. “I happen to have some pastries from work right here and I think you deserve to see just how serious a problem I have before you make any promises about working out at the gym with me Mr. Butler. So lay your bets.” She turned around and gave him smoldering eyes. Looking into those challenging blue sapphire eyes, Jim realized how much he had missed her and how much he had missed times like this. Abort! Abort! He thought frantically. “No way, you’ve already had a huge meal. It wouldn’t be fair.” He asserted, but it was too late. She wasn’t about to let this go. “I see that look,” Caroline crooned in false sweetness, “but you started this and you are not getting out of it. I’m going to give you an up close view of exactly what this belly can do.” He met her challenging look and narrowing his eyes replied “Okay, I bet you can’t finish the dozen and if I win you have to go on a date with me.” She looked taken aback and then suspicious, “A date? Jim, I… God I wish you’d asked before I blew up like this.” He bit his lip, wondering if he had overstepped his welcome, not daring to mention the fact that he found her over abundant curves rather intriguing. She had pulled out a dozen glazed donuts from her pantry. They looked to still be rather fresh and she stared at them thoughtfully. “We bake these in the morning and they never sell out by nightfall. The fact that I have an unending supply of free fluffy pastries is reflected in the fact that I am now so fluffy myself. If you want a date, Jim you had better witness the real me here tonight.” She said it with a steely determination he had not expected after his confession. “If I win, she said, you still get that date, but instead of the gym you take me out to eat every day, and I get to order as much as I want. Deal?” His eyes widened at the prospect, but he nodded. What was she playing at here with that bet? Did she really not care about regaining her old body? Did she want to get fatter or something? But then he didn’t have time to wonder as he was taken in by her beginning to eat. It was quite the display. She set into them as soon as soon as he nodded his agreement to the terms, eating the thick icing frosted donuts like they were air. None of it went to waste as she bit, licked, and sucked down every single piece of pastry. She wasn’t kidding, he realized. She could really pack it away. Before he knew it all 12 were in her and she sat there licking her candy coated fingers and looking a little exhausted. He was astonished. “Want to make it double or nothing?” Caroline asked, devilishly as she wiped white glaze frosting from the edges of her full mouth. “What? No 2 dozen? That’s not humanly possible.” Jim said automatically. He was enamored by the sight in front of him. There she was, his old dancing crush plush and round beyond his wildest imagination, engorged on donuts and lasagna and like a playful kitten asking for more cream, insinuating that she could handle even more. “Let me be the judge of that.” She said, pulling another box onto the table and grunting quietly as she sat back down. Her poor petite feet struggled to remain graceful under the weight of the dough-filled belly it was trying to support. “What are we betting this time? He asked, stunned beyond any further words. She held up two fingers in response. Around a mouthful of sugared dough she explained, “Two restaurants a day if I win. If I lose, we’ll work all this off at the gym your way. Either way it’s a date.” “Done.” Jim said. Caroline smiled, fox like. She said nothing more as she continued to eat, steadily but at a slower pace now. Jim had nothing left to say either. He could just wait to see how their future was going to turn out. She was on her 18th donut and Jim just sat there stunned and drunk. He could hardly believe this was happening. The night’s events had him incredibly turned on and he couldn’t for the life of himself figure out why. He just went with it. “See,”she said pausing between bites. “There’s a reason I’m so fat. Rethinking your proposal to help me work this off yet?” Jim stood up at the prompting and pulled the box of pastries away from her. “Stop it Caroline. Damnit, you don’t have to do this to yourself. I’m serious about the gym, I can help you through this. You don’t have to eat anymore to prove your point. I understand you have a problem but you’re hurting yourself!” Her eyes hardened as she looked up into his eyes, her taut domed belly, stuck out like a pregnant woman’s, the shirt ridden up leaving it half exposed to the warm night air. Her eyes flashed a challenge at hearing his remarks and she jerked the box of calories back towards herself, grabbing another one defiantly from the tray. Her breathing was becoming labored as she stuffed it into her mouth and wolfed it down. She grabbed another one. “You don’t get it Jim, I’m a fat girl now. I’m obese. I’m huge. I’m a fucking beached whale that just can’t stop eating. I’m a fat girl that can eat 2 dozen donuts in a sitting. No one normal does that. People think I’m pregnant when I go out in public. I have to shop on the maternity isle. My gut has gotten so disproportionately big that I can’t even go to try outs for lower level dance companies anymore, without making a fool of myself.” She turned away from Jim’s steady gaze, and looked back at the remaining donuts, a mad gleam in her eyes. “And I can’t stop eating. I’m not the girl you used to know.” Finishing her rant she proceeded to angrily stuff the last half dozen in her face to prove her point, choking them down in record time. Jim let her finish as they stood, holding one another while she completed her gluttonous ritual. Finally swallowing the last bite, she collapsed her weight into him, panting and flushed. She paused for a moment, before looking up into his face, looking for disgust or pity and ready to deflect that with anger. He was looking at her. “There I won.” She said, completely out of breath. “You see what a pig I’ve become, and I’m not going to stop Jim. Do you still want that date? Do you still want me?” He looked at her tumbling brown hair and delicate cheeks. He took in her rosy cheeks and full pouting lips, dusted with sweet frosted donut glaze. They were standing so close that she couldn’t help but lean her over abundant softness into his lean muscle. He was still holding her up. Her little unchanged pixie face looking up at him defiantly, expecting him to leave, shout, or turn away. She was a disgusting mess. A pig of a woman. But he looked down at her and saw the same girl he had always known. The passionate and adventurous dancer. The friend who loved to listen to his own silly dreams. His dates had never lasted while he was away at school because he had already fallen in love and just hadn’t known it. Here was his love, and what were a couple of pounds? Okay several dozen, and in an odd place, and she sure had an odd fixation here but damn if he didn’t love this woman and he couldn’t ignore that any longer. “I’ve missed you.” He said. And swept her up in his arms and kissed her sugary lips. It was midnight, the dawn of summer. Their kiss seemed to last forever, each hungry with 8 years of unfulfilled appetites. Softness and strength touching and feeling the other, lust shimmering in their sweat and skin. Finally they came up for air. “Yes, I’ll take that date.” Jim breathed out, his breathing ragged. "I can't promise I won't get bigger." Caroline said, slim fingers from one hand running across Jim’s firm abs while the other hand tentatively groped his crotch, confirming a stiff erection through his pants. A smile dawned across her face as she felt him up. "Just so we're crystal clear." "I guess I'll just have to get used to it, then." Jim said, returning her smile and hefting as much of her massive stuffed gut in one hand as he could manage. It was going to be an interesting summer.

BBW, Stuffing, Romance, Weight Gain, Stuckage. Alana, formerly a reluctant babysitter and bonafide high school bombshell, has partaken in a decade of lazy indulgence and been forced to endure its consequences. Now single, overweight, and recently unemployed, Alana's quest for redemption starts now. The Fence By polarisdreamer Part 1 “I can hear you Trevor! Better stay quiet or else I’ll find you!” Alana warned, as she continued to enjoy the late-summer’s sunset lounging poolside at her next-door neighbor’s house. Babysitting was normally a profession Alana loathed, although to be fair, Alana loathed most things that required more than a token effort. School was a bore. Sports were bleh. Her boyfriend, Scott, was an exception, but still.. She’d been determined to laze around and relax to her heart’s content since high school graduation. This was the last summer she had to enjoy herself before she went off for her freshman year of college. Real life was just around the corner and she wanted to soak in as much carefree time as possible! Babysitting normally got in the way of that but looking after Trevor was the exception. Trevor was her boyfriend’s little brother. Alana couldn’t be bothered to remember the details, but the short and pudgy youngster was only nine or ten years old or something like that. Way younger than Scott, and frankly, nothing like him. Unlike his stud of an older brother, Trevor was content to do anything she asked for the slightest portion of her attention. As a perfect example, tonight Scott had blown her off to travel with his parents to an ‘accepted students’ event at the local college that had recruited him to play football. She’d tried to convince him to skip the event in order to attend a party with her, but no. He never put her needs first. Instead of having fun at a party Alana was stuck babysitting his little brother. Luckily, Trevor was easy. Rather than faithfully fulfilling her duties as a responsible babysitter, Alana had enticed Trevor into a little game of hide and seek. He’d be hiding, she’d be seeking. The only thing was.. once Trevor excitedly went off to hide, Alana didn’t go looking for him. Rather, she stripped down to her bikini, parked her perfectly formed ass on a lounge chair by the pool, and resolved to absorb every ounce of sunlight she could before the big burning ball of gas went down. Her plan had worked like a charm for about an hour, till just a moment ago. She’d heard a crashing sound from her parents’ yard, it sounded like one of their metal trash cans falling over. What the heck was that boy doing? From her reclined position, Alana had no visual clue as to what had happened, she was too short to see over the fence anyway, so she didn’t even bother standing up just yet. As the echo of her sharp voice reverberated across the side of the house, she could hear a groaning response. “Alana! *sniff* Help I’m stuck!” Trevor’s voice whimpered, as Alana let out a short sigh of frustration. “Give me a minute I gotta go around the fence.” Alana groaned, as she slowly got up from her lounge chair. “Hurry! It hurts!” Trevor’s voice pleaded with some urgency. Normally Alana wouldn’t have bothered rushing, but Trevor sounded distraught. She didn’t want to get in any trouble if he’d somehow hurt himself. Rather than make the long walk to the front of the house to the fence’s gate, Alana went to a certain plank that was quite loose. Loose enough in fact to easily nudge out of place and tilt to the side. This little secret had allowed Alana to sneak, unnoticed, into her boyfriend’s bed many times behind both their parents backs. Trevor watched as a plank swung out of the way and Alana’s head poked through the gap. She had long brown hair, almost reaching to her butt. First, she looked left, then she looked right and spotted him. He’d been spying on her from the top of a narrow metal trash can. He’d hardly had time to react when his unsteady position caused the lid to slide out from under him. His youthful belly had plugged his descent into the tall trash can, but it had also wedged him into a compromising position. He’d tried to silently wiggle himself free, but he’d only succeeded in tittering over and smacking into the ground. He was no closer to freeing himself when Alana slinked through the gap in the fence and walked over to him with a disapproving look on her face. Her hourglass frame carried all 125lbs she carried masterfully. She may have had a soft looking tummy, but Alana’s perky c-cup breasts, curvy hips, brown eyes, and seductively attractive face had cemented her status as the second most popular girl at Madison Heights High School. Despite what her peer’s may have thought, in Trevor’s eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And, the most intimidating.. When she stopped her judgmental strut, her feet were only mere inches from his face. He looked up and saw his 18-year-old babysitter towering over him. She always looked like a giant to him since she was 5’6 and he was only 4’5 but gazing at her from the ground made her presence all the more uncomfortable for him. “Found you.” Alana teased in a joking fashion to try and take Trevor’s mind off the fall. Seeing the poor kid’s lower lip quivering motivated her next sensitive sounding question, “You okay?” “I’m stuck..” Trevor embarrassingly admitted, as Alana eyed the way the kid’s overweight midsection plugged the top of the trash can. “Ooh Trevor, you gotta learn how to put the Twinkies down.” Alana casually commented much to Trevor’s inner horror. It was one thing for his mother to tease him about his baby fat, it was another thing to have his first crush point it out. She wasn’t even done yet, after a breath, Alana tilted her head, eyed his stomach, and continued, “This is what happens when you always eat too damn much.” “I..” Trevor nervously muttered, as his young mind searched for a way to spare himself this humiliation. He wished he looked like his big brother, big and muscly, then Alana would like him. “Haven’t I told you? You gotta stop eating so much? The weight isn’t gonna magically disappear when you hit puberty. Do you want to be fat for the rest of your life?” Alana asked, as she crouched next to him and prodded his pudgy tummy with her lavishly pedicured fingernails. Trevor’s tongue went numb the moment Alana touched him. He wasn’t just embarrassed anymore; this was pure humiliation. He prayed for her to stop teasing him, but she pressed him again, “Well? Do you wanna be fat for the rest of your life??” “No..” Trevor muttered, as he solemnly wished he could turn invisible. Alana was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but in the moment, he wished she could feel the humiliation she was forcing him to endure. If she knew how embarrassing it felt to be stuck in front of a crush, she’d never tease him like this again. “Well, you will be if you can't say no to sweets.” Alana concluded with a pinch to his love handles. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t be more intimidated. Just when it seemed like the torment would continue, Alana’s face revealed a warm smile. To Trevor’s relief, the following words out of her mouth were, “Now come on, give me your hands, let’s get you out of there. No more hide and seek. How about we jump in the pool? Then I can order dinner.”

Content disclaimer: This story features expicit sexual themes like masturbation and sex. There are elements of body transformation in weight, size, shape. Extreme weight gain, gluttony, feeding, stuckage, and immobility are also featured. --- With 'Sweet Dreams' the body of your ultimate desires can come true. Enter Ava, a young woman who believed in the mysterious drug. Follow her story as her mind and waistline transforms, meeting friends and love on the way. --- Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story here on this site. However I have written other WG fics on others like Fantasy Feeder/Deviant Art. This version shared on site will have story additions, and grammar improvements. I will be updating more chapters in the future. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy! --- Sweet Dreams By iam18iswear Chapter One - Ava's First Taste Ava dropped her suitcase and heaved a satisfied sigh. The blonde-haired, twenty-three-year-old, began her vacation at Valaris Beach. However, warm weather and relaxation isn’t the only reason she drove for ten hours, and across multiple states. The youthful woman rolled her belongings into the suite’s bedroom, where a king-sized bed awaits. Lifting the suitcase onto the bed, she extracted her belongings and stowed them away in a wardrobe. Her blue eyes glimpsed the sliding glass door in the room with a captivating beach view. Opening and stepping through, her pale white skin tingles from the cool ocean breeze. The sun’s evening rays soothed her tired body after a lengthy day’s worth of driving. Satisfied, she returned to the bedroom and finished putting away her clothes. Once settled in the suite, Ava turned her attention to a brown paper bag she placed on the kitchen table. “So, this is it. Sweet Dreams, the medicine that will make the body of your deepest desires to come true,” Ava spoke aloud and chuckled. Online, Sweet Dreams seemed to be a product of fantasy. The young woman had heard of it from viral photos and videos. To the public, not many believed in its transformative properties. Ava on the other hand, felt the urge to find out herself. Upon close research, she discovered the handful of locations in the country where Sweet Dreams could be purchased. Thus leading her to a small coastal city in Florida, Valaris Beach. Ava dumped the bag’s contents, revealing two vials and a piece of paper. Curious, she read the paper out loud, “Sweet Dreams, by Eicorp. Sweet Dreams is an experimental beauty product created from the mind of Joseph Newman. If you’re reading this, you are one of a hundred who have received this product. Congratulations! Dreams can come true with this sweet serum! Eicorp is not legally responsible for any unwanted side effects Sweet Dreams may or may not cause.” The blonde impatiently skimmed through paragraphs of text to reach the directions page, citing aloud, “Directions: Take one cup of water, and mix one milliliter of ‘sweet’.” She looked at the two vials, one blue, one yellow. The blue vial labeled ‘sweet’, while the other, ‘Dreams’. Continuing, “After mixing, remove all articles of clothing as bodily changes can cause injury. Then in a seated position, drink the solution. Changes to the body will happen around one minute after consumption. Continue creating and consuming the mixture until acquiring desired body. The changes that ‘Sweet’ has made will remain until the first urination cycle. We do not recommend it to keep fluids to preserve dream form, as it can cause kidney damage.” “Oh, that’s not good,” Ava said to herself. “To preserve your dream body, mix one milliliter of ‘Dream’ into a cup of water. Doing so will safely preserve your body for twenty-four hours. Five milliliters will preserve for one week, and for permanent effects, ten milliliters will solidify the change forever. We are not responsible for accidental/misuse consumption of ‘Dreams’”. “Interesting, so I can keep what I like?” she coyly thought. “Eicorp recommends the consumer to drink ‘Sweet’ one cup/milliliter at a time to fine tune bodily desires. Then use the ‘Dreams’ vial to test out living in the new body long term. Then, if satisfied, make it permanent. WARNING: Vials are concentrated, and misuse can cause permanent disfigurement, or death.” “Gotcha,” her eyes stared at the ‘Sweet’ vial, the top included a one milliliter dropper. Grabbing a glass of water, Ava returned to the table. “Here goes nothing,” the pale-skinned girl sarcastically commented, mixing the blue vial contents as directed. In her hands, the water faded into a light blue color showing the mixture was successful. She prepared five glasses of ‘Sweet Water’ and headed to the bedroom. Following directions, she unclothed herself completely. The skinny blonde haired, blue-eyed woman peered at herself in the mirror with bare flesh exposed to air. Her eyes fluttered between the mirror and mixed drinks. She inspected her appearance, poking and prodding her underweight frame. In her mind, men probably desired a small woman like her. Ava didn’t care about what they thought, rather she was insecure about her own flesh. Seeing her svelte frame served as a reminder of how little she ate, flashing back to the last dinner with her close friend and neighbor, Marcy. Ava recalled asking her, “Why do you not care about being so big? Don’t people find large girls unattractive?” In a proud demonstration Marcy answered, “Girl at my size you have more to show. I got over three hundred pounds of me for people to see. So instead of being embarrassed, I stand confident and proud showing off my curves. Guys will always fall for a woman who embraces inner beauty and self.” Ava knew she spoke the truth, recalling the many dating stories Marcy told. During their meals together Ava often gaze at her gorging on copious amounts of food with utmost joy. She wished to be the same, but eating a couple of bites made her full. Occasionally the vastly larger friend joked about her inability to finish a plate, something she could do twice over. "Embrace inner beauty and self…" the young lady whispered. "What if my true self isn't what I see in this mirror?" Ava looked at her flat belly and small hips, then to the petite backside. In her skin she always had a sense of vulnerability, leading to her feeling skittish and shy. The twenty-three-year-old yearned to be the opposite - confident and proud just like her bestie. She pulled her attention to the five glasses. "Can dreams come true?" picking up the first glass. "Guess I'll find out." The blonde threw caution and gulped down the first glass of ‘Sweet Water’. Ava's blue eyes scanned for changes, waiting for the sixty seconds to pass. A warm vibration enveloped her. She clutched her rear like an earthquake was striking. Slowly her body swelled, each limb widening and thickening. Ava’s attention focused at the belly and hips, rising akin to yeast. “I’m-I’m thicker!” the women’s blue eyes peered to the mirror and herself. She poked her gut as it stuck out above her privates. Spinning around, she realized her thighs nearly clung to each other. The gap between many women desired disappeared. Fat enveloped her torso with creases and love handles forming on the sides. Ava looked at her butt, now larger to match the increased size of the lower body. The changes thrilled the lady, but wasn’t satisfactory as her bust did not grow. She gulped down another glass to remedy that. Ava writhed, the fat compounding made the earthquake sensation more tender and sensitive. At the mirror, she realized a very overweight woman reflected back. Her paunch folded over and on the groin, projecting further than before. Ava’s arms rested on the sides, contacting her wide hips and love handles. She then raised her arms, grazing over the rolls folding into her back. Looking down, her breasts were marginally bigger. The fat lady shook her head in disappointment. Ava's ass more than compensated, jutting as much as her belly . Turning to see a side profile, she almost tripped over her large thighs, not used to its girth. Curious about her weight she sought the bathroom for a scale. Her bubble-butt and legs bounced and rubbed each other with each step. Back at the mirror the heavy woman placed the scale on the floor and stepped on it. “238” Ava whispered, in awe at her additional weight. “Last time I was 110....” the lady added, cooing at her bulk. She stepped around watching the slight quivers her body created, appreciating the comfort from the additional insulation. For once she was delighted in her own skin. But with one look at her small breasts and pear-shaped frame, she grabbed another glass and chugged it. Ava shut her eyes in meditation, desiring a more evenly distributed body. The vibration sensation following became pure pleasure to the now obese woman. She smothered her arms on her body as they grew thicker. Ava adjusted her posture to compensate for the new girth, stepping wider to accommodate her widening legs. A foreign sensation came upon her chest, two mounds filled her hands completely. Releasing the mammaries flopped them onto her belly and separated from each other. The woman then immediately stepped onto the scale, leaning over her newly formed breasts and pulling her belly back to see the results. “302. My god, I’m as big as Marcy…” Ava gazed at herself embarrassingly, returning her posture to normal. She then noticed something strange. The mirror appeared to be lower. Or did she grow taller? The thought cut off by how rounded her face had become. Tilting the head downwards created a pronounced double chin. "I look pretty cute," Ava giggled. She brushed her left arm accidentally on the belly, not used to the increased space it occupied. It protruded out further than before, completely covering her vagina. A pair of folds deeply sliced the sides atop the belly - her hands couldn’t get enough of. Looking directly down filled Ava with excitement at her now grapefruit sized breasts. She fondled them and reveled at how sensitive her nipples had become. The obese blonde couldn’t see her feet no more even if she tried. Ava’s thigh resting belly prevented such prospects. Looking at the mirror, she stepped in place watching her fat jiggle and bounce. Turning aside, her rear somehow even increased in volume. Ava smacked and clutched it, enjoying the tickling pleasure it provided. The morbidly obese girl stopped to ponder for a moment, “I-I like being fat?” whispering while patting her belly. “I’ve never thought or imagined that this would feel…good?” Blue eyes gazed into the mirror at her hanging belly, lifting it up to reveal her fupa. Without thinking, her left hand touched her groomed vagina, cooing at the tender shaven skin. Ava couldn’t comprehend the sensual feelings such a simple action provided, other than ‘it felt amazing’. Mouth agape, she inserted her hand into the thicker, larger pussy, immediately reveling in sparks of pleasure. “Oh…” Ava sensually moaned said whilst smothering her hand teasingly on her fupa and vagina. She discovered, with the increased volume of skin, meant more sensitivity. Continuing, her belly quivered from her thick arm moving it up and down, always maintaining contact. Moaning and groaning, Ava turned her body around to see her titanic ass bouncing in rhythm. The sight of it made her rub even more vigorously. “I-I must be bigger! More!” In a horny frenzy, she picked up another glass and gulped without an afterthought. As Ava masturbated vigorously, the effects of the water kicked in. “Ooh, Oh…” moaning in pure ecstasy while her body swelled even further. Her massive gut enveloped the masturbating arm, quaking even more vigorously as it pushed and extended further. The blue-eyed blonde watched as her boobs, belly, arms, and ass increased in mass, sending her into even further carnal bliss. Her moans progressively got louder as her off-hand groped every expanding part of her body. “Don’t stop, please!” the bodily change stopped, leaving the turned on woman disappointed. Ava hobbled onto the scale, but her eyes caught wind of the last glass she prepared. The morbidly obese woman grabbed the glass and waddled torwards the bed. She struggled to bend over and reach her suitcase, where her bullet vibrator from the luggage. Out of breath, Ava dropped her gigantic ass on the bed and almost spilled the water. The obese woman gulped it down and inserted the now proportionally tiny vibrator in herself, turning it on. Her sexual heat reached to further heights with a combination of water and vibrator. Ava shook and clapped her tree-trunk legs with the rhythmic vibration, causing a chain reaction for more pleasure. “Oh… Oh! Oh!” she screamed and came, collapsing backwards onto the bed. The morbidly obese girl fell into a coma not soon after, exhausted from pleasure and exertion.

The dream It all started when I was fourteen and I made a dream The most striking dream of my life So strong that I somehow knew waking up that it must be real, that it was actually real In that dream, a girl was holding me and I was holding her, all our force clenched in this embrace And it felt like the most perfect and complete embrace that could exist on earth In her arms I felt entirely at peace, entirely accepted for who I truly am, entirely loved My schoolmates sniggering was in an instant blown away by this powerful wind It didn’t matter if people didn’t like me, if they made fun of me because I was different, because I didn’t know how to behave like them, because I didn’t want to conform It didn’t matter if I felt so lonely and misunderstood, if I had no real friend except my family No, nothing mattered before the potency of this dream love In that brief instant I understood there existed a love so deep and powerful it upheaved our existence In that brief instant I knew that I had to find her no matter what And I started looking for my dream girl everywhere I somehow knew I would recognize her Not because I would be physically attracted to her, no it had nothing to do with physical attraction But because my heart would bleed and cry and dance when seeing her, when looking in her eyes I knew it would be of an intensity that surpassed everything I witnessed around me In my teen years, I sometimes was of a deeply melancholic state of mind, without knowing why, without realizing that it was unnatural for a young boy to be so thoughtful, to have such a brooding mood The only thought that brought real sunshine and warmth to my life was that of meeting her Each time I went to the New Year’s mass with my parents, I prayed to find her And for long, long years I didn’t There was no trace of her Anywhere With time, I overcame my natural shyness that when I was a teenager made me stutter with everyone around at school, so afraid was I of my peers’ judgmental eyes I didn’t know how to speak in slang as everybody else, I wasn’t capable of chitchatting Before speaking I had to prepare the sentences I would say in my mind beforehand And each time I cursed my stupidity, how socially unfit I felt I was Later, much later, I became much more at ease with myself when I understood that speaking with others was not an exam I had to pass, but more like a discussion to discover more about them, about their life experiences, about the secret book of their soul I wanted to become a writer and so I knew I needed these interactions, and I started asking many questions, carefully listening to answers And in few years I met many close friends, as many as I didn’t have in my entire life, and with each of them the relationship seemed meaningful to me And yet, despite not being lonely anymore in the physical plane, I continued feeling this loneliness of the heart I never dated with any girl because each time I would get to know someone from close I’d understand it wasn’t the right person for me I would go out of my comfort zone, speaking to strangers out of the blue, in the library, in public transportation, each time I’d notice a beautiful face For I believed that I would recognize her from her face But each time I was disappointed, the whole did not feel right, they didn’t have the sensitivity I was looking for Almost a decade passed until I met her… Find out more writings on my blog https://erikvincentizakhia.wordpress.com/

Voyaging on a cruise ship in March 2020? What could possibly go wrong? 😟 Boarding a Floating City 🎼 So be my guest You’ve got nothing to lose Won’t you let me take you on a Sea Cruise? 🎼 The spectacularly-appointed Sapphire Prince assuredly dwarfed whatever cruise ship about which Huey “Piano” Smith and His Clowns sang in 1958, or for that matter the vastly more familiar 1959 major hit single with Frankie Ford doing the vocal over the identical instrumental and sound effect track. It was the latter version singing to about-to-be vacationing Leigh Down through her earbuds as she boarded the ship at her home port of San Diego, California. Adrenalin pumping from high excitement, she continued her way up the gangway. The ship looked ever-more impressive the closer to, and finally onto, it she got. 1370 cabins holding up to Two-Thousand-Beast-Number passengers as Leigh sillily thought of it (2666 to the rest of us) plus well over one thousand crew and staff members, more decks than many lesser hotels had floors, redundant on-board water treatment each fit for supplying the needs of a small town, redundant high-tech propulsion, state-of-the-art facilities and accoutrements too numerous to enumerate—this was some serious maritime hardware! Her pleasure with her chosen pleasure craft grew further upon meeting her Upper Promenade Deck stateroom. Plushly, beautifully, and tastefully appointed (especially since the ship’s most recent refresh just a year prior), the light, optically bright pastel wall finish and complimentarily-contrasting medium dark wood trim, panels, and accents—and indeed the entire stateroom—were well- and evenly-lit by lines and rings of energy-efficient soft white dimmable LED lighting. Shaped vaguely like neon tubing and unlike rope LED designs with their individual light dots, these LED tubes produced smooth, continuous, often indirect light, blending into the room well enough to become one with it, rather than discrete fixtures. On the small side of medium in size, while able to sleep 3 by design, it was perfect for one person wanting some space without requiring extravagant amounts. She happily stowed her well-packed suitcases in the closet, then made a beeline to the one area of concern she’d had: how big was the shower door? {Big enough} she thought as she tried it, smiling from a combination of relief and the shower’s (and indeed the bathroom’s) innate glass with gold structural members and fittings beauty. While fitting through the shower door wasn’t any issue now, given how her life usually went and what she had in mind for this vacation cruise, it could have been later. The sink in the gray terrazzo countertop and toilet were equally well-appointed. Some of the fanciest staterooms had those newfangled bidet seats, with all kinds of cleaning and warming and other functions. Leigh was just as glad to have a conventional “dumb” toilet seat and toilet paper for their own sake, beyond saving money. No question: the bathroom would be fully up to the task for this leisurely-paced leisure cruise. Upon finishing making use of the latter two bathroom fixtures, her next beeline was over to the bed, near the full wall-height exterior window/sliding door. She expected to be spending most of her time when in this stateroom on or in the bed, whether sleeping, enjoying the view, reading, or possibly even getting into some pleasure writing she’d long neglected. Gloriously sensually soft, plush, and welcoming, its materials gave it a slightly warm feel of the nature of some cloth materials, others of which can feel cold to the touch despite both being measurably at the same ambient temperature. Laying fully down atop it she thought, {This really is like floating on a cloud}. The view out the full-wall picture window/door was gloriously free from visual restrictions, and with the day being a nice sunny San Diego late afternoon, glorious in general. Royal Prince Cruise Lines was very proud of the innovation they’d introduced on this series of ocean liners during the most recent extensive refresh: a small balcony-like area just outside each of these staterooms with a waist-height metal-side glass-front wall with its own door out onto the main Upper Promenade deck area ringing this deck level. The metal sides were equipped with sliding opaque privacy partitions (initially retracted) able to be adjusted by either of the visually adjoining staterooms, when one wanted a more traditional private balcony experience. Called the Balconette by Royal Prince, the name reminded her of a bra style for which she barely had enough boob flesh to justify. Leigh made sure to test the electric self-locking picture window glass door, both from its pushbutton opener on the inside and the key card mechanism on the outside. She was just as glad to have overhead cover at that moment, given the flock of seagulls noisily chirping as they flew by (definitely not singing any early 1980s Hair Band/Neuromantic songs, by any band). The ship was still in port and would so remain for awhile as other cruisers continued to board, and Leigh had more of her stateroom to check out! Back inside, she found the couch entirely serviceable. Even if not as nice as hers at home in terms of plush comfort, it was undeniably cleaner! The nearby comfy chair was on the verge of claustrophobically snug, and of no matter to her given the couch and bed options. It was comfortable, and if a guest wound up visiting, they could likely sit there with no issue. The small desk and its chair were indeed several notches above motel perfunctory, even if not quite up to the level of the rest of the room in terms of elegance and comfort. Not a place she expected to spend any time, so no matter. She spent some time reading a good bit of the voluminous information Royal Prince Cruise Lines provided regarding the many activities, amenities, services, and so on from which she could partake. {Ten restaurants?! Mmmmmm… thank goodness it’s dinner time soon. Four swimming pools?! Yikes!… Eight lounges doesn’t surprise me. Well} “hhhhhh” she sighed aloud, {might as well fine-tune myself and get ready for the muster drill, then after that head directly out to dinner}. * * Experiencing the escalator ride after the reasonably brief and pleasantly painless muster drill down to the lower level of the expansive multi-deck-height Grand Promenade area looked and felt in every way to Leigh like a mash-up of going down a land-based upscale shopping mall escalator near the prime stores from its upper to lower level with descending into the main lobby of a well-appointed luxury hotel: open, spacious, vast, opulent. The many disparate languages being spoken by those moving every which way around her—quite like a busy mall or hotel lobby, or even transit terminal—along with details of physical build and appearance caught her attention. {It’s like a mini-UN here} she mentally mused. She made her way to Glissando, one of the higher-end restaurants on the ship. As part of the Pampered Gem package into which she’d bought, eating there was no extra charge for her, as it would be for those opting for standard fares. Thankfully, she was able to be seated right away. Excellent acoustic treatments integral to the tasteful dark wood-forward decor made for a peaceful relatively quiet space for private at-table conversation, as well as dispersing the mellifluous notes of the beautiful and beautifully-dressed harpist’s large gold-colored harp evenly throughout the restaurant space such that it could be easily heard without being overbearing. Yes, this lithe brown-haired maiden in her white sequined full-length dress was running glissandos lovely enough to make angels weep. {Goodness, I’m in one of my nicer outfits and I’m almost underdressed!} she thought on the walk over to her table, following the hostess’s tight, small ass, the likes of which she hadn’t had since she was 11, if then. The young woman’s gracious smile and waving hand motion towards the linen-covered table exuded welcoming sincerity. “Thank you” said Leigh, thinking as the woman left, {You’d be about the age of the daughter I’m glad I never had}. “Good evening, Ms. Down” a tall square-jawed young man not much older than the hostess greeted her, his light brown eyes glittering from his toreador-like face framed by long jet black hair. His uniform informed her that he was her waiter, named Andrés per his black text on shiny gold name tag. “How are you this evening?” he asked as he set down a generously-large glass of water and basket of fresh, warm bread. “Well, thank you. And you?” “Delighted to be here, and to be of service. Tonight’s Sapphire Special is Braised Veal Bonavente. Our Explorer Special this evening is Sardine Poutine.” Leigh couldn’t help grimacing slightly at the thought. “Chef Lindgren assures me that its name was chosen more for purposes of alliteration than literal representation of its composition, other than it assuredly contains fresh premium sardines. He promises it will delight the palate, and few of us who’ve ever had the honor and privilege of partaking of his creations have ever found them less than delightful.” “Seems like an unusual choice of fish.” “Chef claims that sardines’ position low in the food chain makes it a far more healthful option in our modern world than nearly any other seafood outside of wild-caught Alaskan salmon, which we prefer to source once we’re much farther up the coast.” “Fair enough. Being new on-board tonight, I’m going to need some time to peruse the menu before making my selection” {and hope that you’re on the menu}. “Of course; please take your time” he smiled, just missing patting her hand with his gentle table touch before departing. An inveterate foodie, Leigh was already feeling food lust arousal before even making it out of the appetizer listings. {Uuoooohh, I’m gonna love this cruise!} * * Leigh was rarin’ to go the moment Andrés next returned to her table. “I’ll please start with the Tempura Wands and Crab Rangoon Moons, then look forward to the Porcine Suprema, and a side of Buffalo Coins.” “Very good” he smiled, thinking {Your generous hips suggest to me I needn’t say anything about our generous portions.} “Beverage this evening?” “A bottle of the 2017 Pearly Night merlot, please.” “Excellent. Wine with the meal?” “I’m ready now” she grinned. Millions of people in the world, millions of opinions of all sorts. What to Andrés was Leigh’s generous right hip (the only one of hers he could see as she sat) tended to be little more than pleasantly curvaceous in the fatlovesex world, a.k.a. the fatosphere. Naturally even there opinions differed, with some in the community likely to apply the plumper label to her physique, others disagreeing that she’d reached that level of plushness. * * {This is why I’m doing this cruise!} blissed-out Leigh thought, as she savored her current Crab Rangoon Moon moon-shaped dumpling, feeling wholly in the moment and mostly (apart from the dressy formality) in her element. {No one knows me, no one’s looking at me, no one’s judging me.} Throughout the entirety of the meal, every bite of every dish made love to her taste buds, with every sip of wine caressing them. * * Well over an hour later, vanquished plates, platters, and bowls disappeared into the hands of the busser, then into his pre-rinse/transport bucket. The moment he rolled away, Andrés reappeared. “Dessert this evening?” “Yes please. Please kindly explain why even a chef prone to alliteration would name a dessert Persnickety Snickerdoodles?” “We do generally tend to think of the definition of persnickety as fussing over trivial, minor, possibly irrelevant details, I admit. There is however the definition of substances, materials, or ingredients requiring the utmost precision and care, which is how Chef Lindgren describes this dish’s titling.” “I’ve made snickerdoodles at home before. The ingredients aren’t that fussy!” she objected. “Ah, but the many nuanced ingredients setting Persnickety Snickerdoodles apart from those you and I and others we know have made put them in a separate category necessitating precise execution.” Her very full stomach told Leigh to proceed with caution, perhaps even opt out of dessert. Her lusty taste buds told her otherwise. “I must know for myself what sets these Persnickety Snickerdoodles apart from the many good ones I’ve had and occasionally made over the years.” “Very good.” “Is a small ** of mint tea an option?” “Absolutely. We have spearmint, peppermint, and blended mint non-caffeinated herbal infusions.” “Spearmint please.” * * {Nutmeg… candied lavender… honey… wowwww!} Her mouth figuratively danced a jig at the joys of these amazing cookies, complimented exquisitely by the spearmint tea. Very mildly disappointed that Andrés wasn’t on the menu in any capacity, Leigh bid him and Glissando goodnight. Her bright below-knee floral extravaganza-on-white dress had its work cut out for it containing her maxed-out belly. Other than tightness around that region from the 100% cotton dress’s lack of give, she felt comfortable on her way out of the restaurant. * * On her way back through the still-busy Grand Promenade, Leigh played a solo game of identifying as many different languages as she could recognize. Monolingual herself, she nevertheless had sufficient familiarity with the characteristics of several of the world’s major languages to be able to identify them on sound, even if she could rarely understand more than an occasional word and not ever speak even that much. Italian from the large group of about 23 apparently-Italians standing near the lobby seating area of the Grand Promenade was easy. One friendly gentleman amongst them briefly smiled and waved at her over the distance as she passed, upon seeing her apparently studying him/them. German from a passing likely-German couple in a deep conversation with one another and seemingly in somewhat of a hurry was easy. A group of 4 individuals sounding to her to be speaking Chinese on the brief occasions they spoke as they stood and looked between one another (possibly figuring something out together) incremented her count by one. Gliding down the down escalator as she glid up the up escalator, Leigh thought she heard a couple looking to her like parents speaking to 4 younger people with them in an Asian language of which she was not certain. Hearing “kimchee” she guessed Korean. A few steps away from the top of the escalators near the main elevators the characteristic serial monosyllabic staccato of Japanese caught her ear, confirmed with several repeated “Hi”s (themselves confirmations). Hearing Spanish came as no surprise whatsoever, for a ship which most recently boarded no more than 15 miles from the Mexican border. Thing was, to Leigh’s ears the couple riding with her in the elevator seemed to be speaking another Spanish dialect. Which one, she had no idea. “Beeauuutiful ship, yes?” the gentleman of the pair said to her. Much as she was tempted to reply “Si. Muy linda”, her better wisdom kept her on the much safer path of sticking with “Yes, very much so.” Each of Ernesto and Gloria Albiol introduced themselves to Leigh (and vice-versa) with hearty handshakes just before exiting the elevator on the Vista deck—one amongst the primarily-stateroom decks. * * Leigh’s destination was the Sports deck. It was prime time for her to introduce herself to the Fitness Center: her essential travel companion on this journey. After all, it was her gym activity which routinely kept the flabbergasting flab off her body in her home life, along with occasional nature and/or beach walks when she could fit either of those into her schedule and away from crowds. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it appeared well-equipped, with higher-end versions of the typical gear she knew so well from her local gyms over the years. Plenty of busy bodies dressed in a range of “please don’t look at me” through “please look at me” activewear were making good use of the facilities. As acceptable as the Fitness Center was, and as much as she knew she really ought to return to her stateroom, change, and come back up and get in motion, the potent spell of the adjacent spa called to her. It wasn’t so much its very light, delicate, pleasant aroma as the promises which lay within which drew her longing attention. Beautifully appointed in well-lit shades of whites and pinks with subtle yellow and sky blue embellishments, it drew her in like a magnet. {I’m goin’ in!} * * “Good evening” the smiling woman of the two white-coated spa employees currently standing near the counter greeted her, with the gasp-worthy hunky gentleman next to her asking, “How may we benefit you tonight?” {Friends With Benefits might work for me, once we get to know one another} Leigh brashly thought as she looked him over. “I’mmm… freshly boarded this afternoon and familiarizing myself with the ship’s amenities. I’m a Pampered Gem, uh, member, so I’m highly likely to want to partake of your services here.” The range of services on display and enumerated by Gabi and Raphael (per their name tags) dazzled her. “Middays, mid-afternoons, and evenings tend to be our busiest times,” noted Gabi near her presentation conclusion, “during which reservations are recommended.” “We currently have one sauna and one massage table open” Raphael added. “Who does the massages?” As they’d been doing throughout their explanatory presentation, Gabi and Raphael took tag-team turns speaking. It was again Gabi’s turn, “At all times we’re open there is at least one female and one male massage therapist.” “More during busier times, as now, with Humberto and Lydia currently assisting other cruisers.” “So I could get a Thai massage from you right now, Raphael?” “Absolutely” he smiled. “Soon as you’re signed in, we can get you going.” * * The sensual delights of Raphael’s big, strong, skilled hands working her energy meridians from foot to head and, well away from her erogenous zones and societally-sanctioned private areas, skin to skin had what felt like buckets of stress and tension dissolving and melting away out of Leigh’s body. Busy professional woman that she was, Leigh’s primary reason for the lack of loving, sensual hands at her ready beck and call in her life was a lack of time and inclination to date. Parts of her mind minimized or suppressed thoughts of additional factors in play. In a society warped to apparently agree that a woman’s value as an intimate lover rapidly declines with age, being 3 years shy of the most common retirement age benchmark put her so far out on the asymptote near zero value that the exact positioning wasn’t worth a moment’s quibble. She thought the “skunk” shock of brilliant white hair visible amongst her still-predominantly and still-naturally medium brown hair made her look more interesting and younger—which in a way, it did. Lines and other wear and tear elsewhere told a different story she’d rather not be told. What had always been with her was her plain appearance, especially her face. Neither ugly nor beautiful enough to draw attention, it had often been a beneficial attribute when she wanted to be ignored and left alone to enjoy her solitude, as at dinner this very night. It had historically proven less beneficial during the times she wished to draw positive, and especially amorous, attention to herself. Counting back the number of years to the last time a man had intimately had his hands on her for any meaningful length of time made her feel queasy. Raphael felt her body tensing up. “Doing alright, Ms. Down?” “Yes, thank you.” “I may have found a spot with some tension. Permission for me to ease back down then resume working up, to narrow in on it?” “Gladly!” “Stay in the moment and feel all there is to feel of the experience to the best of your ability, to get the most out of this.” “Mmmmm… alright” she happily sighed. From his training and experience, Raphael had a strong sense of what Ms. Down most needed: midsection tension release, especially between her lower buttocks and the small of her back. The time, place, and society within which they existed precluded his directly addressing this region with the necessary rigor. To a degree, so too did his lack of amorous interest in her, much as the professional in him wanted to help her body release what needed freeing. Deeply skilled as he was, he worked around the limitations with aplomb. Leigh Down left the massage session a satisfied, refreshed, deeply relaxed woman, all ready for a great night’s sleep in her amply-sized pillowy cloud-soft stateroom bed. So far on this first night, this pricey cruise left nothing to be desired.

Chapter 1 It had always been easy for me to be in a good shape. A very good shape. Since high school I was a lot into sports, athletics and rowing built my body in a nice, sculpted way. I used to be even too thin before all the activity put on several pounds of muscles on me, bringing my weight from a scrawny 120 lbs of a teenager to the solid 180 – 190 lbs man when I was in college, with broad shoulders, big pectorals and especially a six pack that more than a few girls appreciated openly. I didn’t need to watch what I ate. My metabolism had always been fast, and all the sports made it even wilder. If it was easy for me to keep my shape, I can’t say the same for my girlfriends. All of them complained of my eating habits rubbing off on them. Not that I was eating junk food, quite the contrary. I was simply eating often and I was always offering to share whenever I was getting something as a snack, on top of sharing similar portions for me and my girlfriends at lunch and dinner.. it just looked unfair to give them less than what I was getting for myself. Of the three girlfriends I had in my 20s, two gained close to 15 pounds in the time they spent with me, and the last one went up nearly 30 pounds in just a couple of years. Not that I minded too much, I actually ended up finding it cute. It was nice to see them developing a bit of curves on their fit bodies, getting soft, even growing a bit of a potbelly for the last one. I liked to see her gradually building a muffin top where her flat stomach used to be. I started seeing it as a sign of being happy, relaxing into a new relationship, letting down the guard a bit. It was definitely a sign of spending a lot of time with me, and having an influence on them. Definitely a sign of my eating habits having an impact on their waistline. I remember the pouts of each of them the day they couldn’t button their favourite jeans anymore or when they stepped on the scales and saw a number bigger than what they were hoping for, or coming back home after meeting a friend that genuinely commented on how “more relaxed” they looked after a year of stable relationship, which was a way to say they could spot the “happy pounds”. Especially I remember appreciating the round belly roll my last girlfriend had put on. You tend not to notice things which are happening gradually in front of your eyes, or at least you underestimate them. But it struck me one night as we were at a party and she was sitting on a sofa sipping a gin tonic with a couple of old friends, they were still all in a pretty good shape except for one, whose belly was bulging a bit too much over her waistband and her love handles were doing the same on her sides. “Wow” I thought looking at her “that’s a chubby girl, verging to fat..” Only an instant later I realised I was watching my own girlfriend. Probably the fact that she was sitting next to her fit friends made her new pounds looks more noticeable than usual. But looking at her big smile and soft tummy made me feel good.. my girl was definitely happy and relaxed. In my 30s little had changed, a part from being probably 10 - 15 pounds lighter, which put me at 170 lbs. I guess I was still very active, just not hitting the gym as much as before. My body was more or less the same, very muscular and sculpted, just a bit smaller. Which wasn’t bad, some girls had said that I was even too muscular before. And I started dating a new girl, Eva, my current girlfriend. She was a couple of years older than me, and she also was pretty active and very lean. I was wondering if she would have put on some weight too. Not that I was giving it too much importance, it was just that coming from my previous experiences I was nearly expecting it to happen sooner or later. I really liked her, I was struck by her determination, if she wanted something she would have gotten it, but at the same time she was very sweet and even maternal. We went along so well since the beginning, and many of our hobbies were the same, like hiking, camping, sea swimming.. I could see her determination at work when I was offering to share a piece of cake or a cookie. If she wasn’t hungry there was no way she was going to say yes. But most of my girls had been like that at the beginning, just to let the guard down slowly and by the time they realised how much my habits had rubbed off on them, they had already the beginning of a muffing top and belly roll spilling over their trousers. Not that I wanting to make them chubby.. It was just a natural consequence of being around me, which I ended up enjoying. Eva seemed to hold better than my previous girlfriends. Six months into dating she still hadn’t given into my habits at all. She got used to them, just she didn’t let them rub on her. She would prepare me something to snack on when I got home from work, or at mid morning or mid afternoon on weekends, but she wouldn’t get any food herself. And at lunch our portions were different. I remembered one of my ex girlfriends one day we had some of her girlfriends around for dinner. I gave everybody the same portion of pasta as I had for me, my girlfriend smiled at the look of her friends, for them it was clearly too much to handle while my girlfriend started eating and made a little joke “you see, I got used to eat as much as him but he is a 6 ft guy, no wonder I have grown this since I met him.” As she patted the little pot belly she had indeed grown. She wasn’t proud of it, but she got quite used to it, and she knew there was no point trying to hide a 30 pounds gain from her friends.. Eva was different. When I fill her dish as much as mine she would just scoop some into my dish, saying it is too much for her. If there were leftovers I used to split them between me and my girlfriend but again Eva was different. Whenever we have leftovers she would come with the pot at the table and ask for my dish to fill it up again, but very rarely she would have any. I guess that comes with her very determined character. But she can be also very sweet and caring. Many times she would say she is going to cook me something nice for dinner, especially if she knows I have a busy day at work. It’s nice to feel looked after, and she is definitely good at that. She is also very social and she likes to have our friends around for dinner. That’s a good excuse to make an extra effort in the kitchen. She is a pretty good cook anyhow, so our friends are always very happy to come. But even with our friends around she still makes me feel special. She is obviously happy to see people enjoying her food, but if there is any second helping she always offers it to me first. I remember her so many times pointing at my empty dish and saying with a mixture of determination and affection something like “Come here honey, there is some more for you”. I still offer her to get some herself rather than thinking just of me but she usually says something like “oh don’t be silly, you need some more, I’m fine.” And she didn’t limit herself to the meals we were having together. She extended her effort to make me have a nice home cooked lunch every day at work too. Every morning she was handling me a lunch box with pasta, or rice, or lasagne, a bit of fruit and a couple of biscuits or a snack. It was nice to feel pampered in such a way, and also it was great to avoid the canteen food, as it was not nearly as good as Eva’s food. That was our routine, but even a year into it I still felt special to her eyes and I was still feeling very lucky to have her in my life and looking after me so fondly. It was nice to get back home and have my girl welcoming me. “How was your day at work honey? Did you enjoy your lunch.. oh you ate it all, good job boy I was afraid I gave you too much.” Her portions were generous indeed but I was happy to show appreciation for all the time and the energy she was spending to take care of me. “I hope you still have some room left, I was thinking of having an early dinner and then watch a movie in bed.. we still have a slice of my mum’s cake we could have it for dessert.. do you like the plan?” I did like the plan. It was not so uncommon for us to have a very relaxed evening like that, but I loved it, there was something so comforting in it, plus there was usually also some action involved, because our sex life was still in full swing, and lying in bed watching a movie usually involved some activity under the covers. Her mum was also a good cook, and her cakes were never disappointing. We got our dessert in bed that night, Eva brought it in on a plate with some cream and only one little fork. “Are we not sharing?” I asked. It was a pretty big slice, it could have been enough for the two of us but she said she was ok “I’ll just have a bite but the rest is all for you hon.”. Again, nothing new. When it was time to turn off the light Eva cuddled up around me “Did you like it?” she asked as she started caressing me slowly “Yes, it was delicious” I answered. She stopped and looked at me perplexed, then she started laughing gently “I was asking about the movie.. were you still thinking of my mum’s cake? Oh, you’re getting such a foodie hon..” She looked genuinely surprised but also amused by our little misunderstanding. I was feeling a bit embarrassed because on second thought it was obvious she was asking about the movie, and nobody had called me a foodie before. That started a period of gentle teasing, just from time to time, nothing major. It could have been her saying something like “Here it is honey, dinner is ready, hope it’s good enough for my foodie”. Or in bed she could say “Did you like it sweetie.. I mean “the movie, not the cake!””. One night she added “..and the cake? Was it better or worse than my mum’s one? Think carefully before you answer this time!” She was obviously playful and she wasn’t really expecting an answer. She was cuddling up around me and she continued “I’m joking, I’m not in a competition with my mum, I know she is super good at cooking..” she had started caressing my tummy at that point which felt quite sensitive, maybe because we were talking about food, maybe because I was still quite full from dinner and the slice of cake Eva baked that time. “Oh Eva, you are an amazing cook too, I can definitely say that!”. She stopped again to look at me and said “Oh you are so sweet.. thank you!” She started caressing me again, on my tummy but quickly she moved down and a big smile appeared on her face “I see you’re pretty happy” she said as she was obviously proud of what was happening in my pants. I smiled back and closed my eyes as she slowly eased down her lean body on myself. We both were very happy!

I hear that Nancy is very pretty. I can hear it in the way she laughs. I can hear it in the way her voice squeaks when she gets excited. I can very clearly hear that Nancy is very pretty. Nancy sounds perfect. I can’t see that she’s pretty. I’m blind. Well, I can kinda see light from dark, but not a lot else. I certainly can’t see Nancy. I hear her though when we have lunch at the work cafeteria. We have overlapping social circles and we congregate at 1pm around the table at the back of the canteen, out of the way. Gunnar basically guides me to my seat. He’s my best mate and colleague. We work as analysts in the ahem… public sector. Which is how I have to describe my job as a recordings analyst at GCHQ. Gunnar works as a translator. I work as a human lie detector. Being blind helps with that kind of thing. My friends call me Daredevil, but honestly I can pick up slight pitch changes, quivers, evasions in speech and can work out from that if they are lying, like nobody else can. Other friends call me Rainman. My actual name is Clyde. So, I asked if Nancy was pretty. “Sure bro, you could say she was pretty” Gunnar said, his Norwegian accent lost under American inflection, as so many who grow up learning English from the movies do. “So she’s not pretty?” People don’t notice they’re dong this, but sometimes they soften their lie by saying ‘you could say...’, or sometimes it’s to convince themselves. I think it was the former here. “No, no, I think she is pretty” he was back-tracking instead of attacking, which meant he was still trying to convince himself. That ‘think’. That’s a caveat. It serves as plausible deniability to his conscience. I reckon Gunnar didn’t want to say she was ugly out of politeness. “Be honest mate. I can always tell. And anyway, it’s not like I’d hold it against her. Blind, remember?” “She is pretty dude, really cute. Just… she’s not thin like some girls. Why? Are you gonna ask her out bro?” And there we have it. The source of his evasion. Her size. I should maybe have guessed. I could hear that she was a plentiful eater at lunch. I could hear her groan at the thought of hitting the gym with Colette. I could her chair groan a little when she sat down. But it didn’t matter to me. I was blind, I wasn’t going to judge. To me, Nancy sounds perfect. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Nancy always smells very nice. That’s one of the things I’ve always liked about her. She sits at the table and smells like sweet peach and nectarine. Everyone else always smells like work or stress or tiredness and coffee. But Nancy always smells like sweet peach and nectarine. To me, Nancy smells perfect. “You look nice today Nancy” I say. The line between flirting and joking is narrow, I was walking it. “Ah that’s really sweet. Wait, oh no! You were joking!” She said, and then letting out a clanging laugh. It was one of those really natural and unforced laughs. It was nectar. “Sorry, I was. But I’m sure you do anyway.” I say and smile. Maybe I looked shifty when I did this. Some people say I look shifty when I speak, because I can’t make eye contact. Because I can’t see your eyes. I hope Nancy doesn’t think I look shifty. “Awww, you’re really nice Daredevil!” she said. She touched my arm gently as she said it. The hairs on my arm all stood erect. They weren’t alone. “Hey girl, did you know that Clyde has the hots for you? That’s why he’s always so sweet to you” Gunnar said. I could hear that he wasn’t lying, but I knew that he wasn’t lying anyway. I really did have the hots for her. I hope I wasn’t blushing. “Clyde, you sly dog” Colette teased. You could hear from the way she said it that she was smiling as she teased. Smiles affect the pronunciation of vowels strongly. “Hey, leave him alone. I happen to think Clyde’s cute too” Nancy snapped back. She said it sharply and instinctively, and the stress was on the ‘too’, which means she wasn’t worrying about the words that might have carried the lie. Which means she was telling the truth. Which means Nancy really believed that I was cute also. See, I told you Nancy sounded perfect. -*-*-*-*-*-*--*-*- Nancy feels nice. And she’s been much more tactile since Gunnar outed me as fancying her. A brush of the arm, a friendly hug. I love the warmth of her. I didn’t care whether she was fat or slim, but I loved how soft she was. How cushioned. She felt perfect. “So, when are you going to ask her out, man?” Gunnar said as he walked with me to the canteen. “Ask who?” I said, playing dumb but only for comic effect. “Hey, now who’s the liar? Nancy, you dickhead” he guffawed, dropping a British obscenity in his Americanspeak. “You two are so obvious. At least you have an excuse.” “I don’t know. For a start, I’m hard work, needing help doing so much. You’re my best mate, you know that. I require more attention than I can give. And anyway, Nancy’s so pretty, is she not out of my league?” I hadn’t had a proper girlfriend before. Not a proper proper girlfriend. I’d had female friends who had gone out with me out of sympathy or because they pitied the blind guy. But never because they wanted to date me. Date the guy who could hear every one of their doubts about me, from their intonation. “Look, bro. You are into her, so I’m going to be honest. She’s fat, man. Like, a really big girl. And you’re a good looking bloke. If anything, she’s punching above her weight, and that’s a lot of weight to punch above.” Gunnar said, sincerely. I did enjoy being called a good looking bloke. I actually heard it a lot. People tended to tell me more because I couldn’t see it for myself. You might think that, as a blind person, vanity is beneath me, but au contraire mon ami, blind people are the vainest people you will ever meet. Beauty carries more lustre to us, since we hear people talk about it and mount such significance upon it, but can never see it. So, we want to uproot expectations and be called beautiful too. I didn’t enjoy how Gunnar described Nancy though. “She’s fat, man.” It seemed condescending. Like she was plague-carrying or something. There was just more of her. And I would hate to live in a world where more Nancy was a bad thing. The world can never have too much Nancy. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*- “Hey Daredevil” Nancy giggled as she saw me and Gunnar arrive at the table. “Oh, and Gunnar, sorry.” “Yeah, you two lovers just talk to each other. I’ll grab lunch. What do want, dude? They have lasagna as a special today?” Gunnar asked, grabbing a tray. “Yes please mate” I replied. “Oh, and could you go get me a slice of bread pudding while you’re up there Gunnar darling” Nancy asked. How had I not known she was a big girl? She had clearly already eaten dessert and she was ordering seconds. Should I mind? Should that put me off? It would for most sighted people. But, fuck it, I like who I like. And I like Nancy. It wasn’t just the previous bowl of bread pudding I could smell. It was sweet peach and nectarines from her perfume. I could smell it with such precision. Two sprays on the neck, one on each wrist. It was heavenly. She smelt wonderful And when she started talking, I could hear that past-paced talking of hers. The dramatic rises and falls of her sing-song voice. The giggling excitement, the tell-tale of happiness. I loved her enthusiasm, her joie de vivre. She sounded fantastic. And then she wrapped one arm around me in an affectionate embrace. That soft arm, so hard to squirm out of, not that I ever felt the desire to do so. It pressed me against the doughy delights of her upper chest, my head mushed above her breasts She felt delightful. “Nancy?” I asked as we were preparing to leave. “Yes, my darling?” Those mellifluous tones were almost sung with good-natured warmth. “Would it be okay… would you mind… maybe meeting up some time outside of work? You know, for a drink or something?” I stumbled through my words. I was normally so clear and concise, but every sound was a hurdle, and I tripped over each one. “Oh, I’d love to Clyde!” She hugged me again, this time with both arms wrapping around me like feather boas, but then tightened like boa constrictors. You didn’t need to be a human lie detector to know that she meant it. She really would love to. She then pulled back, and time hung in the air. I could sense her bread pudding breath breathing on me. I could hear her breathing accelerate as we faced one another. I could feel her large stomach press against me even as she stood back. I could smell wafts of sweet peach and nectarine. And then we kissed. I don’t know who leant in first, who followed whose cue. But we drifted forwards until our lips met. I like to think she closed her eyes. I have a feeling I closed mine. And we kissed. Her bulky body pressed against me and I felt anchored and secure, warm and coddled. Nancy was very pretty. I had heard right. Nancy smelt beautiful. She felt wonderful. And best of all, as her lips hung on mine, Nancy tasted perfect.

Chapter 1 “Morning beautiful” Mia half yawned, rolling over to face Noah. He opened an eye and smiled. “You look— “ he began before nuzzling up to her chest “— really nice…” Mia giggled. “Sure.” After a few warm snuggled minutes, Noah lazily slumped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, hand holding Mia’s. “Are you doing your clothes haul review today?” he asked. “I think I heard something arriving this morning.” Mia nodded, kissed him on the forehead before getting out of bed and wrapping her dressing gown around her then heading downstairs to get the parcel. While by no means a popular YouTuber, Mia had gained enough of an audience to garner influencer status. Her slender yet proportionately curvy body complimented virtually any fit and so she frequented publicity packages from popular fashion brands. Today’s package looked particularly enticing. Mia and Noah sat together doing the usual looking through the selection and categorising them into upcoming videos. Brands usually asked for the videos to go out within a certain time. This package needed to be reviewed within the week. They decided this bunch could make up two videos. “This one looks good.” Noah said, holding a tight, revealing looking lace dress up and smiling cheekily at his eye-rolling partner. “‘Course you do” Mia laughed, pressing it against her body. “And it looks like a good fit too.” Noah ran his hands down her curved waist and flat tummy then dipped into the loose front of her jeans. They both enjoyed the feeling of his hands there — he especially enjoyed the after-meal feeling that seemed to make her hips that little more smoother and rounder. He longed for extra tightness. After lunch, Mia began her usual camera setup while Noah tidied the room and opened the garden-facing French windows. The breeze brought a cool summery feeling in and swept Mia’s hair up a little around her shoulders. Noah was heard but behind the camera in most of the videos, but sometimes Mia did Q&As and he would be called in to satisfy fans' calls for his answers on more often than not jokey and awkward questions. Today’s session was both a haul review and Q&A. Mia tried each of the numbers in the pile and Noah went through the selected tweeted questions from their audience. The video was for the most part uneventful, save for a few nosey questions about their relationship. There were always a few of those — fans seemed desperate to get an idea about the rest of this classically charming, hot couple. And after all, the answers drove the comment section and seemed to win the channel boosts in following. At the end of the day's filming, Mia told fans that they were off on holiday the week after “...to a quiet island where we can relax away from our busy lives.” She admitted this without wishing to upset anyone. “We’ll be back soon — promise. I mean we’ve got like 5 hauls coming up to unpack and a live stream too, so we’ll see you for them!” As they packed the equipment back up, Mia began “There’s no gym in—” “In our in-the-middle-of-nowhere beach hut? Noah continued. “Oi you know what I mean! I guess we’ll be walking and swimming a lot huh?” “— Or we could just relax, slow down, lie down…” Noah said as he lay down on the wooden floor imagining the sea lapping up to his toes. “Babe, I’ve a reputation. I’ve gotta keep this up!” Mia rebutted. “You just told your fans that you’re relaxing. Honestly. I’ll cook, get supplies—” “Supplies!?” Mia giggled— “We’re going on holiday, not feeding a village.” She closed the filming stuff cupboard and lay down with Noah, head against his waist. Noah didn’t reply and they lay together peacefully. Chapter 2 Mia and Noah’s flight was set to depart in the late evening. They’d packed nearly all the clothes and essentials. “There’s still like half a suitcase spare.” Mia called to Noah who was in the kitchen sorting out snacks for the trip. “Okay, that’s good!” he called back. “I’ve some extra stuff to pack.” He added all of Mia’s pre-gym shake powder to the kitchen-surface snack pile along with their favourite movie evening nibbles. “Have you got the meal tokens?” Noah asked, as he brought his selection from the kitchen into the living room and began packing it. “I think so, yes” Mia replied as she checked the paper slips. She continued “It says they have themed weeks. I wonder what ours will be?” The booking site had advertised the restaurant as being one of very few eateries on a neighbouring island, just a boat ride away. Each of the few beach huts scattered around the periphery of the island came with a boat which could be used to explore around and visit the neighbouring island. “Do you have your travel card, Mimi?” Noah said as he checked his rucksack. “Mhmm” came Mia’s reply. “Do we really need all those snacks, lovely? I mean that’s quite a lot!” “I’m hungry!” Noah responded, giving Mia his best puppy eyes. “Me too, but hmm...” Mia took his rucksack, grabbed two cookies out of it for them and closed the zip. “I think we’re ready to go”, she half sang excitedly. She changed into some chinos and a loose fitting blue striped shirt, which she always wore when she went on long journeys. — They arrived at the airport with time to spare. The man at the check-in desk scanned their tickets and instructed them to go through security to the waiting lounge. “I didn’t know we got the lounge too!” Mia said excitedly. “Huh — yeah there it is on the ticket, see?” Noah replied. “We’ve got what… 3 ish hours to relax before we board. So much for leaving sooo early!” he teased Mia. “You stop it! You’re lucky you’ve got me being on top of things, if you had organised this, we’d still be packing.” Mia said, trying to be cross. They were both hungry by now. Lucky for them security was a breeze and they were welcomed to a busy, but quiet lounge area where their suitcases were taken and an assistant took them to their own space. “Here”, began the lounge assistant, “is your own booth and you’re more than welcome to grab a meal using our order displays over behind the bar that way or you can use our site.” “Wow… um thanks” Noah said, taken aback by the unexpected luxuries. Mia thanked the lady and put Noah’s bag under the table. “Mind if I hop off to the loo super quick, Noah?” Mia asked, looking around for the directions. “Sure lovely, I think I saw a sign for them that way — see you in a min” he replied pointing towards the way they came in. The lounge was a gentle purple colour, with large glass panels looking out. The lights dazzled in the dimly lit expanse of runways. Noah relaxed back. There was an almost homely cooking smell coming from the restaurant bar. Whilst Mia had headed off, Noah went to the lounge menu site and hungrily ordered a few large plates and refillable drinks. He figured that while it would be quite a bit to eat — maybe a bit much — they were quite hungry and it was free with their lounge pass anyway. Mia returned a few minutes later. “All good?” Noah asked. Mia nodded and sat down. “Yup. On the way back I ordered us some food. Looks really nice. Might’ve gotten a bit much — but it’s the hols right?” Noah had to stifle a giggle. “Mia. I er… ordered a meal for us too.” Mia looked a little worried “Is it too late to —” “Erm…” Noah hinted for Mia to look behind her. “Four big Fantas and coffees?” a waiter smiled at them. “Oh sorry! Is this the wrong—” “No this is us.” Noah replied, a little taken aback by the size of one drink let alone four of them. “It looks like your group has ordered meals already.” the waiter said looking at his tablet. “Yup. They’re almost ready. I can direct the rest of your group here if you’d like?” “I er… no we’ve erm… we’ve told them we’re here.” Mia replied nervously. “Right you are!” he replied, smiling, before leaving their booth. Mia and Noah looked at each other in disbelief. “Well we can’t cancel anything now. They think we’re a group!” Noah whispered finding it hard to contain his excitement. “Yeah… I mean this does look really nice and everything, but it’s quite a lot.” Mia whispered back. Noah saw the waiter disappear completely. “We’ve still got another couple hours, it’s fine. And I’m so hungry.” he said between slurps. Mia tried some of the drink she had ordered “Oh my god this is amazing! Here, try mine lovely!” she replied excitedly. “It’s okay, I’ve got one of them too” Noah giggled. Both had almost forgotten about the meals on the way, having buzzed both their coffees and most of their soft drinks, before the waiter and an accompanying waitress appeared with four very large trays, each loaded with food. “As you’re a group, we thought we’d grab you a few shareables too!” The waiter gleamed, as they put the trays down. “They’re on the house too, of course! Is there anything else we could get you by any chance?” “We... we’re good” Mia stuttered, eyes wide open at the full booth table in front of her. Noah shifted a tray to fit the last of the plates on the table. “I can’t wait til the others see what we ordered for them!” he replied. Mia kicked him under the table. “You’re very welcome”, the waitress said, taking the two empty coffee mugs. She headed out of the booth with her colleague. Noah laughed in disbelief at the array of food in front of him and Mia. There were two triple size pizzas, both with french fries he’d ordered, two deep fried veggie large double stack burgers, each with dumplings, thick potato chips, and cream-dunked sausages. The three shareable dishes included garlic bread chunks, a cheesy Nachos bowl and a plate of 6 medium calzones not to mention a few chocolate crepes and ice-cream for dessert. He felt his boxers tighten. It all seemed a blessing. “Tuck in then” he said with his mouth already half-full. Mia somehow didn’t need inviting. This food looked so good. When else would she get the chance to enjoy such a fancy meal? A half hour of half eating, half chatting passed when Mia’s phone buzzed in her pocket, so she slipped her hand down to get it, but she couldn’t get her fingers in. She looked down and noticed her belly, unusually round under her shirt, pressing out over her waistband. “Hang on a sec.” Noah said whilst chewing. He pressed his hand into Mia’s pocket as she bent over the other way. A little bit of her now tighter shirt came loose from being tucked in and a little stretched belly sprung out towards Noah. He gulped as he handed Mia her phone. “Oh er… sorry… thank you” Mia said, a little embarrassed. She was not used to anything so tight as this. “Oh erm it’s fine..” a red faced Noah blurted, shifting to hide his stiff jeans. The tannoy voice began and Mia picked up their flight number. “Looks like our gate opens soon. We’ve still got an hour though. I… I dunno how I’m gonna eat any more of this. So nice but—” “It’s fine...” Noah interrupted “...have a drink instead.” He gingerly moved his hand to her waist. He did this often but it felt different now, it was giving him butterflies. He let his fingers run towards her distended belly. It was so tight. He rubbed a little. Mia always liked having her tummy rubbed. Noah’s hands always felt amazing gracing her body. But right now she felt a bit humiliated and she was about to edge away a little before she realised it made her feel slightly less full. “Thank you babe” she whispered as she leaned against him. Her arm pressed against his usually slender waist and instead she felt his small but noticeable protruding belly under his jumper. “You too huh?” She giggled, feeling a little more relaxed. Noah’s face reddened and his trousers hardened too. At moments like these it was almost as if she knew.

BBW, Romance, Slow Weight Gain, Stuffing. Mia, an overly competitive and spoiled sorority diva, clashes heads with her roommate Kate. In their battle for social supremacy at Douglas University, there are some heavy consequences. Mia's Junior Year By polarisdreamer Volume 1: Chapter 1- The Race for the Room With each hastened stride Mia could feel the burning sensation increasing deep within her tight hamstring muscles. Despite the stinging pain in her legs, the lactic acid buildup only registered as a minor annoyance in the back of her mind. After all, she was winning and that was the only thing that mattered. Running down the streets of Adamsville never gave Mia more of a thrill than when she was in the heart of a competition. While she felt a bit gross and sweaty finishing up the final strides of her 5k, the sweat dripping from Mia’s forehead was merely a product of the warm late-August air, not a sign of fatigue. Casually bringing her hand to her face mid-stride and tilting her head to peer behind her while she wiped the sweat from her forehead, Mia nearly let out a boisterous laugh as she caught a glimpse of her stubborn roommate huffing and puffing for air in a futile attempt to catch up. If one wanted to view an example of a fatigued individual they need look no further than Kate while she lagged over a hundred meters behind Mia. Unlike Mia who was relaxed and confident of victory, Kate’s lethargic pace betrayed her inadequate training over the summer. Her cheeks were burning red as she breathed loudly from her mouth. Even with her sports bra on Kate’s big boobs were bouncing up and down with every burdened step she took, slowing her pace considerably. She was clearly struggling to maintain her running form and, to make matters worse, it looked like she was drenched in sweat from head to toe. While Kate suffered the consequences of her carefree summer, Mia’s summer of hard training and quality nutrition had prepared her for this final push. Sure, she was only two-hundred meters away from winning this little race, but thanks to her bet with Kate, once she reached their new shared off-campus house, their impromptu finish line, she’d be able to pick the room she would live in for the whole school year. As Mia rapidly drew closer to her new home, the place didn’t look like much on the outside. The dull blue paintjob had clearly faded, the gutters needed to be cleaned and certainly the deck needed to be swept but living in an off-campus house during her junior year meant more than just the sum of its parts. It meant freedom! Freedom from pesky university rules and RAs. Freedom to enjoy the independence of young adulthood. And well, Mia could think of a few other things that she was free to enjoy now, particularly on the weekends. That kind of freedom was worth any price. Accelerating to the finish, Mia lifted her lean-muscled legs and propelled her fit body nearly effortlessly up the steps of the deck and toward the front door. After stopping, Mia glanced at her stylish Timex watch and noted that she had finished her 5k in 24 minutes and 7 seconds, one of her best times this year! Mia proudly smiled to herself, while she peered over the railing of the deck to look down the street. Sure enough, in the distance Kate was still trudging along. It looked like she was awkwardly leaning forward as she hobbled along, her upper back must have gotten sore. Served her right for having those jumbo tits. Not wanting to watch Kate’s painful procession any longer, Mia opened the front door and slowly walked through the living room toward the hallway that lead into the kitchen to grab some water. The house might have been old, but it was spacious. The downstairs sported a modest living room which one would enter from the front door. It opened up into the main hallway that connected every room in the house. There was a decent sized kitchen toward the back of the house, a small bathroom to the left of the old wooden staircase and what Kate referred to as the “party room” directly to the right after one walked through the hallway past the stairs. The ‘party room’ had clearly been designed as a dining room of sorts, but it was a much better place for a pong table, makeshift bar, and an intimate dancefloor. It was a work in progress, but it would be awesome once it was finished. The house was built for three people, the upstairs had two bedrooms and one large bathroom. However, the real kicker was that one of the rooms upstairs was built for two people! Since Jessica had backed out of the lease agreement earlier that summer, Kate and Mia had bet rights to that room on the race Mia had just wholeheartedly won. That meant Mia was gonna get to enjoy a ton of extra living space this year and.. a balcony! Mia couldn’t help basking in her victory and taking in the sight of her new home, but her momentum came to a halt once her eyes were met by her own reflection. The mirror was propped up next to Mia’s dozen or so bags of luggage that lay, in no logical order, next to the wooden staircase. Gazing deeper into her reflection, Mia smugly grinned. She liked what she saw. At 5’6 and 118lbs Mia knew she was a knockout. Her light-blue sports bra, while covered in sweat, highlighted her round, firm and perky B-cup breasts while drawing attention to her well-developed abdominal muscles. She loved how flat and toned her stomach looked, especially after a run when it glistened slightly from her athletic perspiration. Her grin eased as she gazed lower, her lavishly defined legs sported a healthy balance of running muscle and feminine beauty, but Mia couldn’t help but feel her thighs were still too big for the rest of her body. Standing with her feet spread apart, Mia could proudly marvel at the sexy and ideal looking gap between her thighs. She’d long aspired to acquire that one aspect of fragility and femininity that seemed to elude her in her quest for physical perfection. A true, honest to god, thigh gap. As Mia stood more upright, she brought her knees closer together until they were touching, this was the true test of a legit thigh gap. Mia watched with disappointment, as her thighs came together and that perfect, sexy looking thigh gap she appeared to have just a moment ago got barely gobbled up by the volume of her inner thighs. Mia was not overly surprised, so she didn’t dwell on it, after all, it wasn’t her fault. She had her mother’s genetics to thank for her body’s pear shape. Staring past her spotless face, Mia let her long and straight black hair fall free from the messy bun she’d put it in for the race. She bobbed her head to the side to let her hair envelop her almond-brown eyes before she flipped it back over her shoulder. Enamored by her own natural facial beauty, she gave herself a seductive smile as she moved her shoulders just a little bit to the side to get a look at what all her friends considered to be her best asset. Truth be told, Mia’s butt was somewhat of a celebrity on campus, at least among the male gender. To the untrained eye, her buttocks could almost be described as having a classic upside-down-heart-shape thanks to the volume Mia’s buns sported on its sides, but such a simple description not only wouldn’t be doing Mia’s hindquarters the justice it deserved, it actually would be an incorrect ASSessment. Mia’s posterior sported two distinctive features that slightly distinguished it from a heart-shape. First, Mia’s tush had a remarkable fullness, characterized by a fat distribution seeming to enhance the volume of the upper portion of her cheeks. Second, despite the fullness of her cheeks, Mia’s booty appeared to defy gravity due to its natural perkiness and firm constitution. From behind, these features gave Mia’s derriere a rounded look. When viewed from the side, the meatier portion of Mia’s rump sitting higher in her cheeks emphasized how perky and full Mia’s bottom truly was. In other words, the breathtaking heinie Mia possessed was a truly unique bubble butt that complemented the slender body she had cultivated. Her slightly small short-shorts barely contained its toned, athletic glory. Nodding to her reflection in approval, Mia knew she was ready to turn some heads this year. Her fruit and vegetable heavy diet along with her stringent exercise regime had really helped her achieve the best shape of her life. She took pride in her well-maintained figure, and not because it made every piece of clothing she chose to dawn look absolutely flawless on her. Although, her go-getting personality was the catalyst for the considerably attention she received, it was Mia’s natural beauty and refined athleticism that cemented her status firmly atop the social pyramid at Douglas University. She was the girl that all the frat boys would dream about and the one all the jocks would gossip about around the lunch table. Her popularity among the opposite sex was envied by her older sorority stalwarts and idolized by the young freshman hopefuls. Social life at the university could be a potential minefield, but Mia navigated the rough waters like an expert. Her summer had been completely free of stress and it looked like her junior year was shaping up to be no different. Taking another look at herself, Mia couldn’t help but feel proud, sexy and, well, more than a little thirsty. The time for self-admiration would have to wait, as Mia resumed her walk to the kitchen. Passing by the wooden table, Mia quickly grabbed a glass and filled it in the sink. She took a sip before sitting down at the table. After another hardier gulp, Mia glanced down at her body and wiped away the bead of sweat that was slowly racing toward her navel. Pressing her hand slightly against her lean and toned stomach, Mia could feel her firm abs. She didn’t have the bulging muscles of a six-pack but her trim stomach certainly had the lean foundation for one. Mia gave it a pat and finished her water before heading over to the bathroom scale. She eagerly hopped on and waited for the reading to show. It blinked 117lbs and stayed there for a few moments, Mia could tell her stomach looked smaller than it had the last time she checked her weight. Regardless, Mia got off the scale in triumph, and headed back to the front hallway so she could grab the small pink t-shirt from her luggage that she normally used to workout in. Mia hadn’t worn it during the race because she’d frankly wanted to show off the results of her hard work and dedication. As she put it on, and wiggled it into place, Mia could tell it was looser than before. Maybe she had lost some extra weight? Mia couldn’t really tell from a quick glance in her mirror, but before she could inspect further she heard a noise from outside the house. Mia raised her eyebrow as she judgingly glanced at her watch while Kate trudged through the door. With an official time of 26 minutes and 30 seconds, Kate must have given up and walked home knowing the race was already lost. Poor Kate. Not! At 5’7 and 133lbs Kate was no slouch in the looks department. As Kate hunched over and tried desperately to catch her breath, Mia studied her chief competition for social supremacy at Douglas University. Kate’s long, blonde hair was in a cute ponytail. However, as Mia scanned Kate’s body she wondered if Kate should have spent more time training than she did on her hair. Mia could tell why Kate had lost the race, there was a hint of softness to Kate’s athletic body that wasn’t present anywhere on Mia’s except maybe her thighs and rear. Kate’s light-blue sports-bra and matching shorts clung to her body a little tight across her middle and exposed a tiny pouch of fat smack-dab where her lower abs should have been. Even the muscles Kate possessed in her legs were much less defined than Mia’s. Although, as she looked Kate over, Mia had to admit that there was one area where Kate had her soundly beaten, cleavage. Kate was a busty blonde who filled her D-cup very well. Kate definitely had an hourglass figure while Mia’s resembled more of a pear because of her modest bust size and proportionally big bum. Mia couldn’t help but think her bust size only looked small because of how large Kate’s was. However, there was some silver lining. Mia had correctly anticipated that those big meat bags would give Kate problems during the race. Kate was still hunched over but she was trying to straighten up. It took her a moment, but she was eventually able to hoist her large knockers upward enough to manage to stand up straight. The look Kate gave Mia was one of acknowledgment and perhaps envy. She knew she’d been soundly beaten in the race, but even as Kate tasted defeat her blue eyes sparkled with a blaze of resilience. Just because Kate was Mia’s closest college friend, didn’t mean she wasn’t an obstacle for Mia in the realm of dating. Memories of losing out to Kate on more than one potential sexy fling during freshman year still clung soundly toward the front of Mia’s mind. It was a shame they both had such similar tastes in men. They often butted heads after realizing they were pining for the same guy. It’s why their little competitions they referred to as ‘challenges’ were so important. Rather than fight endlessly they settled their disputes with little physical competitions or challenging bets. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it kept their friendship intact. At the moment, Mia sat above Kate on the social pyramid, but she only did so by a hair. That meant she had to keep winning their little ‘challenges’ at all costs. If Mia wanted to enjoy all the fruits of being queen bee, she knew she had to keep Kate in her place. As if on cue, Kate gave up her attempt to stand up straight on equal footing with Mia and hunched over again to breathe more freely. “Hugh…(pant)…ahh.. This was not a fair challenge Mia, I don’t think the cross-country girls could even have kept up with you.” Kate mumbled, as she struggled to catch her breath. “Sorry Kate, don’t blame me. I may have picked the challenge, but you had all summer to train for it.” Mia said with a tang of innocence in her voice while she smirked. “Yeah, whatever.” Kate gasped, as she shakily walked toward the kitchen for a glass of water, “I think I overheated. I’m sooo hot right now.” “You’re telling me, look at that bod!” Mia joked, as she gave Kate a sporting smack on the ass. The loud slap the motion produced caused Kate’s butt to jiggle quite a bit in response. Unlike Mia’s masterfully firm rear end, Kate’s felt softer to the touch, like a thick pillow. Kate’s naturally heart-shaped bottom had low-set buns giving her a more tapered look from her waistline to the bottom of her butt, but even so, Mia felt like Kate’s butt and hips looked a tad bit fuller than they did sophomore year. “Ouch! Rude!” Kate grunted, as she scurried away from Mia and quickly filled herself a glass of water in the kitchen. Mia could tell Kate wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment. It was understandable, after all, she’d just lost the best room in the house to Mia. Looking to make peace, Mia extended the metaphorical olive branch. “Relax, the boys are not going to be able to take their eyes off us this year.” Mia confidently smiled, as she waited for Kate to cheer up. She was a bit annoyed when Kate appeared to ignore her while she guzzled a glass of water. Hoping to get more of a response, Mia emphasized her previous statement with her patented ‘sexy look.’ Kate raised an eyebrow once she caught a glimpse of Mia biting her lip in a horny fashion and looking suggestively into Kate’s eyes. It only took a mere wink from Mia to send Kate’s temper over the edge. “Oh, stop. You look like a skinny sex monger.” Kate spat with more resentment than she had intended to reveal. A summer away from Mia’s perfection had done Kate some good but starting junior year off like this was not what she had wanted. She trained all summer for this grudge race, all because stupid Jessica had to back out of the lease agreement. In some ways it was both good and bad. Kate admitted it would be nice to live in a house built for three college students, without the extra person. There would be more space, more privacy and less drama. She and Mia were lucky, their parents were wealthy and didn’t mind paying for the vacant position. On the down side, Kate would now have to spend her year suffering the consequences of living with little miss perfect. Mia was smart, beautiful, athletic and extremely competitive to a fault. This loss was just the most recent in a long line of ‘challenges.’ These ‘challenges’ started freshman year at Douglas University all because Kate and Mia had a small room and needed to bunk their beds, the only problem was that neither of them wanted to be on top. Kate winced as she remembered it was her who suggested the first challenge, a quarter mile race on the school’s track. Kate had beaten Mia back then, probably because Mia had entered college about 10 pounds heavier than she was now and was quick to gain the freshman 15 during the first few weeks of the fall semester. Back then Kate had been the boss, but things soon changed toward the end of freshman year. Mia got her act together and lost the beer weight and before Kate realized it she became the only one stuck gaining the dreaded freshman 15 over the second half of their freshman year. Kate regretted insisting that the winner was the only one who could decide the next challenge. She really paid for it sophomore year as the challenge stakes related more and more to boys, chores and paying for alcohol. It all seemed like a bad dream. As Kate put her glass in the sink, Mia continued to parade around the house in triumph while she began to lug her stuff up to her new room. Part of Kate still wished Mia was still that slightly pudgy freshman, then Kate would still be winning these lame challenges. Then she might have gotten the room on the second floor WITH a balcony. Kate’s anger boiled over as she was brought back to reality by the sound of shattering glass. Mia was no longer in the kitchen, Kate poked her head out of the doorway and saw Mia had broken her large mirror on the steps. “Jeez Mia, watch out you’ll give yourself bad luck.” Kate warned, as she stepped out of the hallway to assess the damage. “I’ll take bad luck any day for a room with a balcony.” Mia snobbishly said. Kate didn’t really have a response. Mia continued up the steps to her newly won room, while Kate looked on. Mia really made her feel like such a loser.. Standing alone, defeated, Kate looked at her warped reflection in the shards of Mia’s broken mirror. That’s when she was suddenly struck with a devilish idea.. What if Mia gained the freshmen 15 again, like, as a junior? What if.. What if she gained more than that? Then Mia would have no chance in their little challenges. Kate would have the boys, the attention, the respect and the status she craved. Her heart was pounding with a thrilled excitement Kate hadn’t experienced in quite some time. In Kate’s mind it was settled, she was no longer going to play second fiddle. Mia Preston, darling of Douglas University, was going to put on some blubber. Whether she liked it or not…

**Author's Note: This is a teaser to a story I posted on Deviantart! If y'all want to check it out it's under the same name for the story and my profile name is the same like here as well!** Description: Alison works at a gym near where she goes to school. Due to an accident she has to leave. Alison gets hired at Jack in the Box and the pounds begin to pile on... Diary Entry 07/22/17 Today Roy and I said our goodbyes. We figured we would simply text each other, or rather he would text me once he left. I mentioned this before in a previous diary entry, but Roy had been accepted into this college across the country. We ended our year long relationship just like that, in a peaceful yet mutual agreement. I never thought I would be in this position with him after meeting him at the gym where I work at about a year ago. I think it's been a great, crazy year though. I had a lot of fun with him, sex was amazing. He even encouraged me sometimes to cheat my diet and gorge a bit. I'm really going to miss Roy, but I know that this the best for the both of us. I guess in the end he's just going to be another ex boyfriend or girlfriend that wasn't the one. sincerely, Alison Alison closed the Day One app on her phone and grabbed her things to go to work. Alison had been working at her local gym to help support her tuition at USC in California. She worked part time there as to keep her sanity between balancing work and school. Getting into her cute little Honda Civic, she started her car and headed to work. Arriving through the front sliding doors she waved 'Hi' to her coworker Betty. Alison made her way to the counter to check in for work. "So how are you hun?" asked Betty, with concern on her face. "Eh I've been better. I think I need some distraction from all of this," Alison said as she signed her name on the check in sheet."Girl, if I were you I wouldn't worry for finding another man! I mean look at yourself, your literally one hot Mexican Momma! You seriously got ass for days!" Alison couldn't deny it she did have a spectacular ass, and working at the gym helped a ton to keep her physique in check. She took the compliment and smiled at Betty in a thankful look to her. Alison headed her way to go to her morning trainer area where she was scheduled to train someone. Alison arrived and to her trainee and began her morning program. Five minutes into the program Alison did a very wrong movement on the treadmill, tripped, bent her her ankle in an awkward position and fell off the treadmill machine. "OOWWW," she yelled. People around her, including her trainee tried help her get up, but to no avail. "Please, just put me down. It hurts to much keep standing on it." Alison was sent to the emergency room and was released later that day. Only she had a severely broken ankle and crutches to go with it. The next morning she got a call from work. "Hello?" answered Alison, wondering who was on the other line. "Ali, it's me Troy. I heard what happened yesterday. I'm really sorry, and it's unfortunate that it happened to you. I was calling to see if you're doing any better?" asked Troy, her boss, also the owner of the establishment. "I'm doing a bit better, but Troy I wanted to talk to you about something. Well concerning my job," said Alison hesitantly. "I'm really sorry but I don't think I can come back. I got hurt pretty bad, and the doctor said I'll be out for at least a month." "Damn, that's really a shame," said Troy with great sorrow. "I guess we'll have to mail you your last check. Seeing of course that you can't come down here with out tiring yourself out." "Yeah I think that'll be the best thing to do I'm really sorry it had to come to this Troy. You know me, I loved it there," Alison replied. After talking everything over from her having to quit her job at the gym, Alison hung up the phone and lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. In just twenty four hours she broke up with her boyfriend, broke her ankle severely, and to top it off she had no other choice but to leave her job. Which she very much enjoyed. Suddenly her belly started to protest in hunger. She grabbed her crutches that were set on her nightstand and struggled her way to the kitchen. Alison lived on her campus at USC and got along very well with her roommate. Both Alison and her roommate Vanessa shared a lot of things, even food. Despite Alison's gym addiction, she was opened up by her ex, Roy, that she should indulge in fattening delicacies every now and then. That was the case for her breakfast. Even though she just wanted some fruit she only found things like left over meals from previous nights. Such as pizza, cookies, chicken wings, you name it. Alison settled for some donuts, she then rested herself down on her couch and began eating. Diary Entry 08/17/17 It's been almost a month since everything that happened. I started looking for a job last week, but no call backs yet. My ankle has gotten better, but I feel like I've gotten pretty lazy. I think I'm eating more now than before, I noticed my clothes are getting a little snug. I don't think I'll ever say this out loud to anyone but, I kinda like it. I've always been so uptight with my body, but now I like indulging with extra foods. I like eating more than I usually do, and I'm kinda aroused by it sometimes. The feeling of having my belly full, and tight over my shirt feels sexy to me. Like I said though, I would never say this to anyone. Besides I'm pretty sure it only a few pounds, like 3 or 5 at the most. sincerely, Alison Alison was actually very, very wrong. This last month she has eaten more and more everyday. Her once toned abs and arms were now shapeless and getting flabby. But the one thing that was a positive, at least to her. It was her ass that grew even more. Alison's butt was already nice, round and large, due to her Mexican genes. Now however, it was growing at quite the alarming rate. Since Alison had become accustomed to wearing sports attire. She would always wear joggers, shorts, or leggings to be comfortable. With her ass growing rounder, jigglier by the day. Her clothes looked fantastic on her now, to say the least. Toward the end of the month Alison had gotten her cast off and was completely healed. Her eating however, well let's just say it grew along with her waistline. On a random mid afternoon, Alison got a call from an unknown source. Cleaning her fingers from the great, greasy chicken she was eating she answered the phone. "Hello?" answered the little blimp. "Hi is the Alison Perez? I'm calling from Jack in the Box, and wanted to know if you wanted to set up an interview?" "Yeah sure, when can I come in?" asked Alison struggling to get up from the couch to sit upright. "Does next Wednesday work for you?" asked the young woman on the other side of the line. "Wednesday works for me. What time should I arrive?" Alison asked, without realizing her belly was poking out of her gray tank top. "Get here before 10 in the morning and we'll get started," said the woman on the phone. Hanging up the phone excited, Alison got up from the couch and went to her room. Entering her room she saw herself in her mirror. She saw her belly coming out from beneath her tank top. Alison came over closer to her mirror and surveyed herself. Since she was home alone Alison lifted her tank top over her modest gut. She rubbed her hand in a circular motion just once over her flabby belly. Alison pinched and grabbed her belly, and shook it. Surprisingly she was not mad, shocked or even worried of her newly formed belly. In fact she kind of liked it, just a little. Alison bit her lip as she shook her belly and held it with both hands. She felt pleasure build from near the top of her vagina and she shook it more. "Uggh," moaned Alison softly as she grabbed her gut and jiggled it in front of her mirror. Alison was really getting horny now and proceeded to her bed. She plopped down onto her small twin bed. Alison rather ravenously took off her black shorts and matching panties. Immediately going for her pussy, Alison instantly felt that it was drenched. Growing even more turned on, Alison reached over to her nightstand drawer and grabbed her vibrator. Before going back and pressing it on her wet, almost squirting vagina, she saw a pack of Oreos on her roommates nightstand. "She won't mind," thought Alison going over to get the cookies. Laying back down she multitasked between stuffing herself with the delicious, fattening Oreos, and rubbing her clit with her vibrator. "Mmmph fuck this is so hot, I feel so fwucking fwat," Alison said while chewing with her mouth stuffed. She pressed harder on to her wet pussy and felt another wave of ecstasy crawl up her whole body. Reaching her point of no return Alison orgasmed hard as she soaked her bedsheets and finished her pack of Oreos. Dropping both her vibrator and empty pack of Oreos she laid in her bed for a moment with her eyes closed. After a second or two Alison ran her hands over her stuffed mountainous gut while looking at it smiling slightly. "I think I can get used to this sort of lifestyle. But it'll be our little secret, right tummy?" she asked as she patted and slapped her engorged belly.