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Hey everyone! My name is Jourdynn and I’m new here and just wanted to introduce myself to everyone. Recently became even more confident with myself and wanting to share my beauty with the world. I’m also on Instagram as well with the same username. Please feel free to message me here or on Instagram.

More parts to come... Chapter 1 Casey had not seen Derek in two years and she was excited to see her former CrossFit buddy. She had quit doing CrossFit due to her classes and stress in her personal life and had been unable to connect ever since. She was always attracted to Derek but never had the courage to make a move or show interest. Derek was 6’0’’ and a well put together former athlete but he was also relatively shy. Casey was super happy to get a text from Derek asking her to go for a couple of drinks after work. Casey was a little nervous what Derek would think of her since she didn’t quite look the same as her CrossFit days. After CrossFit she was so swamped with her classes she developed some bad eating habits. From her sophomore year to her senior year she had put on 50 plus pounds. What was weird about the weight gain though was that she kind of liked how it made her look. She went from a size 6 to a size 14 but all in all most of it went to her curves and most girls were wearing revealing things showing their freshman 15 midriff anyways. Casey just went with the weight and she actually liked the way in made her body feel. Derek and Casey ended up meeting at a local bar for dinner and drinks. Derek was definitely taken aback a little bit when he first saw Casey walk through the door. So much so that he couldn’t resist bringing up her weight once he had a couple beers in him. ‘Casey I’m not going to lie, you surprised me a bit as you don’t quite look like you did from when we were doing CrossFit.’ Casey was a bit shocked that he was so pressing about what she perceived to be a question about her weight but she was relatively comfortable with her weight so she didn’t take it personally. ‘Yea I know, I was so skinny when I was doing CrossFit then I just got overwhelmed with school the next thing I know I put on a couple pounds. Most went to the right spots though right?’ Casey did a quick little wiggle in her seat. Derek didn’t know what to think. He’s only ever been with relatively fit chicks and here’s Casey who was clearly over 200 pounds. For some reason though there was something charming about her and very attractive. He figured it still may be worth pursuing. ‘Yea absolutely, I was just surprised that’s all’ They continued to drink for another hour or two and soon enough they both lost any reservations and their inhibitions. Derek just figured fuck it, I never had sex with a chubby chick before so might as well try it. Next thing you know they are back at Casey’s apartment and taking their clothes off. Derek was really enjoying the nice size of Casey’s tits. But he was really shocked when she took off her jeans. They were clearly digging in to her skin all night as their was a huge band around her stomach as she pulled down her pants. When she pulled them over her stomach he swore her stomach released another inch or two. He was oddly fascinated. He even found it sexy how she had her panties pulled up cupping her pretty big belly. At this point Derek didn’t care though, he was fucking this 200 pound plus broad. He quickly reached to grab her panties and move them down when his hands hit those hips. As his hands hit they just melted in her skin like butter, she was so soft. It actually felt really good surprisingly. Casey didn’t know what she was getting into, she had some sex around 185 Pounds but nothing since the last 30 plus. She was nervous Derek wouldn’t find her attractive at this size even though she felt good about herself. After he removed her panties she was completely exposed. She looked down at herself and was pretty turned on by her juicy tits and wide hips. The real question is how Derek felt. She undid his pants and slid his jeans down and bam there was a massive erection out of his boxer briefs. Her loins immediately got wet from how big his cock was and how ready he was for her. She quickly got him out of his underwear as she needed him inside her. She pushed him over onto the bed and got on top. Her pussy was so wet he slid right in only after a try or two. Derek looked up at all of Casey and couldn’t believe how big she was and how much bigger she was then anyone he’d ever been with. He put his hands on her big tits to try to slow them from wobbling everywhere but her belly was still crashing up and down. She was so soft all over....fuck this feels amazing. At that point he realized he was fucked. Casey was so into the movement she just started thrusting rapidly as hard as she could. Fuckkkk it feels so good she thought. At that point she could feel Derek’s cock start to pulsate. Holy fuck she thought, he’s going to cum already. The thought of how much he liked her at this weight turned her on so bad, she loved it. Within the next 10 seconds Derek spent himself inside Casey. He lasted a total of 40 seconds. Casey wasn’t even mad she hadn’t had time to get off, she just loved the inability of Derek to control himself around her. Casey after sex reassured him that she has a Morena so there’s no risk of pregnancy. At that point in time Derek tried to excuse the quick get off by saying he hadn’t been with a girl in awhile. Casey was a bit disappointed as she thought it had more to do with her than that fact but overall the night couldn’t have gone any better. Derek asked to see her again before he left and Casey liked the thought of that.

As many as possible! She could use alot of extra chub.

DISCLAIMER: This story’s not meant to be realistic. At least not in terms of the weight gain and its rapidity. Enjoy! /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////CHAPTER 1//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I knock on the apartment door. I hear footsteps. Suddenly, the door is opened by a tall, red-headed woman. “Hi, Pizza Delivery for a Ms. Sarah Matthews.” I announce, holding three pizza boxes. “That’s me! Come on in!” The redhead says cheerily. Hesitantly, I oblige. Most customers don’t ask me to come inside, but then again, I’ve only worked here for a couple weeks. “Could you please set them on the coffee table over there? Thanks!” She requests sweetly. The woman in question is a very tall 7 ft (213 cm). I, being only 5’6 (167 cm), find myself having to tilt my head up at an awkward angle to make eye contact. She also has long, curly red hair going down to her waist, and is rather skinny. She’s not over the top anorexia level skinny, but in that crop top, I struggle to find so much as an ounce of fat on her belly. She’s one of the small percent of people where, if she worked out, she’d probably have a six-pack. I should know because I also happen to be in that small percentage of people (although I actually do have somewhat of a six-pack). If I had to guess based on her looks, she must be in her early 20s. After I set the pizza down, she says “Thanks, um...” “Um...?” “What’s your name?” “Oh, Pete. Short for Peter, either one’s good by me.” I say, a little fast paced and nervous. “Well, thank you, Peter. I’m Sarah. Short for, well, nothing really.” She says chuckling. “So, are you having company or something?” I ask. “Nope! It’s just me tonight! I was really hungry, and my friend at college said your restaurant was amazing, so I figured I’d check it out!” “Oh cool, what college are you going to?” “Madison State. I just did a gap year and I moved here a week ago.” “Get out of here! I’m going to Madison, too! It’s my sophomore year right now.” “Oh awesome! I hope we have some classes together!” “That’d be awesome! Oh, your total will be $18.09, by the way.” “Oh yeah, no problem.” She fishes out $25 from her wallet and hands it to me, “keep the rest as a tip.” She says cutely. “Thanks! Enjoy your food!” “Thanks!” She says, an excited grin on her face as she turns to the pizza boxes. So, I drive back to work, deliver a couple more pizzas, and then go home to my dorm for the night. The next day, I go back to work around noon. About a minute into work, and there’s already a delivery order for 4 pizzas. I drive to the listed address. Once I get there, I get the sense I’ve been here before. It’s not until I knock on the door that I realize it’s the same girl from last night. “Coming!” She calls with a melodic tune. She arrives at the door, wearing a tank top and shorts. “Yay! Pizza!” She says enthusiastically. “Yup! Sarah, right?” “Oh my god, Peter! What a coincidence, same pizza boy twice in a row!” “Yup! I take it you enjoyed your food last night?” “OH MY GOD, it was SO good!!! I fucking loved it! My only complaint was that it wasn’t very filling! That’s why I decided to order 4 pizzas this time.” “That’s awesome! Glad to see someone with a healthy appetite!” “Yup! I just hope it’s enough this time.” “I hope so, too! By the way, the total is $24.12.” “Right! Um...$2.40 tip, what’s that...” she digs through her wallet and gives me $30. “Keep the extra as a tip!” “Thank you, ma’am! Have a nice day!” “You too! Thanks for the pizza, Peter!” I walk out the door and drive back to work. I thought that’d be all I’d see of her for that day, but that night, I get an order for 6 pizzas. Sure enough, it’s to the same address, and I’m greeted by the same tall red head and her cheerful welcome. “So, 6 pizzas this time, huh? I take it 4 wasn’t enough?” “Not even close! I mean, I LOVE this stuff, but they better make this stuff more filling! I don’t wanna starve to death!” she says, pointing to her somewhat bloated stomach. “I guess you just gotta find the right balance.” “You just be lucky the food you make is so tasty, or I’d be suing your boss for starving me to death!” she teases. Again, she pays for the food, making sure to tip generously, and we part ways. But, just before I leave, something kinda strange happens. “Wait, Peter!” she calls as I open the door. I look back, a quizzical look on my face. Her face is bright red. After a short silence, she speaks, “erm...I hope you have a nice day!” She says awkwardly. I smile. “You too, Sarah!” I don’t really have any more work for the rest of that week. When Saturday rolls around, though, I’m back on the clock. Around noon, I get an order to deliver 10 pizzas. I take it to a familiar address. When I knock on the door, I hear a “coming!” from Sarah’s angelic voice. She opens the door. “Thank GOD! I’m STARVING!!” she says, using a fake groan for emphasis. My field of view is mostly clouded by 10 stacked pizza boxes, but I assume Sarah’s on the other side of the boxes, struggling to contain her excitement for the food she’s about to eat. She continues, “Would you mind setting those over on the coffee table? Thank you!” I proceed to enter the living room and set the multitude of pizza boxes on her table, careful not to trip or bump into anything. Upon setting them down, I turn around to face Sarah, but am surprised to see a much different looking girl than the one I saw last week. She’s still just as ridiculously tall, she still has the same long, curly hair, but she’s not as thin as she was when I last saw her. The potential six-pack is now gone. In fact, her belly now bulges outward, forming a very thick pooch. At least that’s what I think it’s called, it’s one of those bellies where the bulge isn’t particularly noticeable from the front, but if you look from the side, you see she’s definitely thickened up. It doesn’t even look round per se, it looks more like her stomach has become thicker from front to back, and the extension just happens to be large enough to bulge over her pants. I’m honestly in shock, she looks as if she’s put on 20 or 30 lbs (10-15kg) in the past week. And most of it, by the looks of it, went to her breasts. I didn’t even notice her breasts last I saw her, they seemed to be an A cup, maybe a B cup. But now...okay I’ll be honest, I don’t know what each bra size looks like. Regardless, her once petite boobs now bulge out significantly, pressing against her now tight crop top and causing a large, curvy protrusion. Even though she appears to have put on quite a good bit of weight, I still wouldn’t call her fat. If anything, her added curves make her even more attractive, at least in the conventional sense. With my face no longer covered up by pizza boxes, her smile widens. “Oh my god, PETE! I haven’t seen you in a week!” she says, pulling me into a friendly hug. Some might call it a bit too friendly, especially for a pizza boy you barely know. I can feel the bottom of my face press into her newly formed belly pouch, whilst my nose and forehead press deeply into her plump, shapely cleavage. When she releases me, she asks, “so how’s your week been so far?” “It’s been pretty good. I had a few classes, and even though it’s the beginning of the semester, they’re already flooding me with a ton of assignments.” “Ugh, lame!” “But what about you? How was your week?” “It was GREAT! I had a few classes, plus I got some time to hang out with my friends! Also, I finally figured how much pizza I need to stay full! Usually 10 boxes does the trick, sometimes 11 if I’m really hungry.” “Wow!” I say in shock, “I don’t know anyone who can eat 10 boxes of pizza!” “Hey, it’s like you said, nothing wrong with having a healthy appetite,” she says, patting her thick tummy. I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re getting your moneys worth. Speaking of which, that’ll be $60.30” “Yikes, just be lucky my parents give me a generous allowance.” She hands me $70 and, as always, tells me to keep the rest as a tip. “Oh, by the way Pete, are you free today?” My face goes bright red with a nervous blush. “Um...not at the moment, but I should get off work around 7.” “Great! Would you, um...maybe...wanna hang out around then?” “Um...y-yeah, I guess. Would I just...come over here? I guess?” “Or...what if around seven, I place an order, pay online, and once you get over here with my pizza, you can clock out right then?” “Um...I’d have to ask my manager, but if he says yes, then sure. Absolutely.” I say, a bit hesitant as I still don’t quite know this girl very well. Just as I start to have second thoughts, though, “Great! I’ll see you then!” she exclaims cheerily. That night, we get a call. It’s from a woman requesting ten 14 inch pizzas and an order of breadsticks. She also specifically requests that “Pete delivers them”. I try to freshen up a bit real quick before driving on over there. Once I get there, I knock on the door one time before she immediately opens it and eagerly snatches the pizza from my hands. “Were you just waiting there for me to arrive?” “Kinda...” she says, bringing the pizza to the coffee table, sitting down on her couch, and digging into her pizza, not even taking a moment to get a plate first. “Mmmh! Sho good!” she moans, “Pete, what are you doing? Come on over here!” she exclaims, patting the spot to her left. I close the door and sit next to her. “Mmmm...sherioushly, I don’t know how you guysh make it thish good!!” She says, just before finishing the first slice and moving on to the second. “Wow, you must be REALLY hungry.” I comment. “[MMMH] You don’t know the half of it!” Just then, I hear a loud grumble emitting from her tummy. I look to my right and see that her belly is actually noticeably thicker than it was this afternoon. How is that even possible? It is possible that that extra tummy is just bloating from lunch? Then again, she did manage to put on a considerable amount of weight this past week, so that being belly fat isn’t entirely off the table. That is, assuming fat can even metabolize that quickly.

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.

I will preface this by saying this is not my work, there is no author listed and I found this accidentally by clicking on a wiki link . Not sure if many remember, but there used to be a website called Feeder. This website was UK based and dealt with feeders. For a teenager (in 2004) with a interest in the softer female form it had some solid content include pictures of the infamous Kelligrl. I have edited this story form its relatively raw .txt form. Enjoy this insight into the days of pornography over dial up, I can almost hear the modem singing. **************************************************************************************************** My daydreaming ended when Stacy slammed her hips against the car door. "Damn thing won't stay closed", she mumbled, exasperated. I came around to give her a hand but she nearly knocked me over with a swinging bag of groceries. "I'm glad you drove, because I'm fed up with just about everything today!" She noticed I was staring at the car door. "Whoops! I guess I'm going to need some body work. Oh well , I'll deal with it tomorrow". She turned her back on the large dent in the passenger door and waddled inside. I followed her in amazement, still not believing this was real - but not wanting it to end. I met her only three weeks before, in an off-campus bar of all places. I was with several friends who definitely did not share my interest in fat women, but I could have cared less. The only thing is , she was so extraordinary, so damn BIG, I could not contain my excitement. I went back into the bar on the pretence that I had lost my wallet, and told the rest of them I would meet them at the car. Somehow, fate intervened, and her friends chose to leave her alone for a moment. But what really had me hooked besides the fact that her hips snuck onto her friends chair, was that she looked at me and had this deliciously sexy look on her face, as if to say "Come on - I'll bet I'm all you've dreamed of... and more!" But the fact remained, I had no idea what I was getting myself into that night. I got her phone number and spent the whole next week dreaming of having a huge blond Viking woman telling me she loved me. I was sure I had exaggerated the incident in my mind. I called her once, got her answering machine, and made a million excuses not to try again. I finally got the courage to call her again about three days later. She was a little cold, but agreed to meet. " Well, you see, I don't really remember what you look like...and besides - my last boyfriend said he would marry me.. I don't know - I guess it's O.K." Hardly an auspicious start. I was a little apprehensive to say the least. We arranged to meet at her house. I tried to pretend I was not uncomfortable, but I realised I never got a really good look at Stacy in that dark bar, but I did remember she had a pretty face, and was obviously VERY overweight. Nothing prepared me for the experience of our first date. We were double-dating with her best friend, who turned out to be a cute,plump redhead. Michelle answered the door when I arrived. "Steve is here." she announced. A few minutes later, Stacy appeared. I felt as if a lightning bolt hit me and my knees got weak as I got my first real look at her. She was HUGE, one of the biggest women I'd ever laid eyes on. I knew she was big, but I had no idea she was 8 inches taller than me! She stood before me , in all of her 6'3" glory. "HI!", she said with a bright smile on her face. "I'll be ready in a minute!" With that she waddled back down the hall. I watched her incredibly wide ass jiggle with every step. Each butt-cheek was easily as big as a beach ball! Her thighs rubbed together as she moved, and I noticed she was huffing and puffing by the time she got back to her bedroom. It all seemed to good to believe. I had dreamed of fatter girls, or taller girls, but she was the total package. That night people stared, made comments under their breath or did an otherwise poor job of pretending they didn't notice us. Instead of being embarrassed, I liked the attention. Stacy seemed indifferent, even when a little boy blurted out "That lady is BIG." His older brother tried to silence him, but he protested " I'm only saying...." The weirdest part of the night was just holding hands. Her hands were much bigger, and because of the height difference I had to lift my shoulder to reach comfortably. Not that I would complain. I finally got the courage to ask her how much she weighed. To my surprise she answered readily. Well, I weighed 432 last time I checked, but I think I've put on some since then." She giggled., and I didn't pursue the issue. I was quite blown away as it was.. Nearly nine months had passed and Stacy and I saw each other nearly everyday. Maybe that's why I didn't realise - she had put on quite a bit of weight since we met. She really loved to eat, and I secretly encouraged her by buying her fattening goodies all the time. Just how much weight neither of us knew, until one day she returned from a doctor's appointment. Stacy had an odd look on her face. A bit worried, I asked if something was wrong. "That depends on how you feel about having a 500 lb. girlfriend! I've gained so much weight...the doctor told me I need to lose a few hundred pounds." I put my arms around her and felt the thrill I always got from holding a woman so big I could barely reach halfway around. "I love having a big, sexy girlfriend. I've always dreamed of being with someone like you. Besides, I have to admit, the bigger you get, the more you turn me on. I hope this doesn't scare you off, but I've always fantasied about being with a woman likes being fat and wants to get even fatter." Stacy looked down at me and said "Are you serious? Do you really mean that?" I nodded, feeling an erection developing, in spite of being afraid she would be offended. "Here I was worried I would get too fat for you. All this time you were enjoying it!" She sat down heavily in the love seat she nearly filled completely. "I have a confession to make. I secretly have always wanted to be fat." Stacy looked nervous, but went on. "I've never told anyone this. I hated dieting in high school. I've always put on weight easily and really had to watch myself. But when I got out on my own I decided I just didn't care what people thought and I just ate whatever I wanted. I didn't try to get fat, but...I did. Part of me loved it." Her eyes were twinkling, but she looked a bit ashamed. "Now it's like I just can't seem to get enough to eat. When you're not around I eat constantly. Even when I'm full I still eat until I feel like I'm going to burst. Last night, I ate an entire cheesecake and didn't even feel full. I even eat lot's of cookies or three or four sandwiches before you come over so I won't make a pig of myself in front of you!" I kissed her passionately on the lips and felt a shiver go through her body. "From now on, I want you to eat as much as you want, whatever you want. You could never be too fat for me. In fact I'll only love you more the bigger you get." Stacy looked at me with her big blue eyes and smiled, dimples forming in her fat cheeks. "I want to get fatter. The idea of just letting myself go...it's something I always thought about but I was afraid. Someone as tall as me could get pretty big...but I need someone to take care of me. Are you willing to move in with me?" I couldn't believe this was happening, but I didn't hesitate to say YES! It was our second anniversary of the day I moved in.. Stacy had promised something special would happen when I got home, but wouldn't say what. I figured because it was Friday night we would go out, but Stacy rarely left the house anymore. In fact,since that fateful day when we decided to live together, she had gotten progressively lazier. And Fatter! I never imagined someone's appetite could get so hopelessly out of control! She would park herself on the couch, surrounded by chips, cookies, doughnuts and just stuff herself for hours, and still eat meals big enough for 4 or 5 people. She was literally getting fatter by the day, and appeared to love every minute! I walked in the house, but everything was quiet and dark. The TV was on, but Stacy was nowhere to be found. The living room looked like a cyclone hit it. There were wrappers, pie tins, empty potato chip bags and pop cans everywhere. I went into the bedroom. "Stacy?", I called. "Where's the maid?' "I sent her home early today. I'm in the bathroom dear. Wait a minute." came a muffled reply. I stepped on something and picked it up. It was the sweat pants Stacy had put on this morning. They was a gaping hole where they had split at the seams! Stacy waddled out at that moment. I had a raging hard-on in an instant. She was wearing a bikini that was barely more than threads. Her once plump face was now just plain fat and surrounded by a huge double chin that quivered when she talked. Her upper arms billowed out, bigger around than my waist. Her hips were so wide she had to turn sideways to fit through the doorway, yet her belly, which by now was extremely distended from her constant gluttony would scrape the door jambs. Soon she would be literally too fat to fit through the door! The floor shook with every heavy step she took and her colossally huge, blubber laden body jiggled like jello, sending ripples down her behemoth belly with the slightest movement. My Stacy, who had been merely big and fat when we met was now an immensely obese Amazon Queen. "Do you like it?" she giggled, noticing my hard-on. "Get that box out from under the bed and open it." I pulled it out and was thrilled to see a scale and several tape measures. Although I had constantly begged her to let me measure and weigh her, she had continually refused, but wouldn't say why. "I had to order that scale special. It cost a fortune! But I figured it would be worth it! I couldn't find a big enough tape measure, though. You'll have to tape some of them together" she said, striking a pose that caused her fat to bunch up off her sides and back. She was deliberately driving me wild! I struggled to get the tape measure around her waist, which I couldn't even reach half-way around! I couldn't believe how incredibly huge she had become - a breathtaking 76-88-110"! Her ass was now 42" across and her thighs were an incredible 62" each. Then she stepped on the scale and I groaned as I nearly cummed in my pants. The number lit up to 763lbs.!! Stacy had managed to put on over 250 lbs. in just two years! "O.K. ,you got what you wanted, now its my turn!" She shoved me down on the bed and proceeded to lay on top of me! I was completely pinned beneath her incredible bulk and panicked a little bit, but I sunk into the bed and found I was not hurt. "What's the matter, can't you get up?" Stacy taunted. I was strong , but not that strong. "Enough of this boyfriend - girlfriend thing! I'm not letting you up until you say you'll marry me! I need to know you'll always be here for me. Especially if I get any Fatter!" She grinned wickedly and I knew she had me hook, line, and sinker. THE END (or the beginning?)

So, I'm kind of new, I started in December but only first posted in January. I'm just now acclimating to the website and using the community tag! I don't believe I've posted here before, so a big hello to everyone out there! 🙃 My name is Madilyn. I've been plus-size my whole life, it's only recently that I've fully embraced it. I LOVE yummy food and delicious drinks! Food is definitely a love language. I also enjoy all things arts and crafts...I suck at drawing but I love doing abstract stuff. I am a photographer so I'm used to being behind the lens. I'm about 400 pounds and counting. Unfortunately I've gone down a bit...so I'm on here doing something about it! I also have a beauty license and a couple associates degrees...I guess I like school. I am engaged, but he's totally open to me being on here and connecting with you all! I am a Scorpio, and I can attest to the high sex drive of a Scorpio being true. I enjoy all things sexy, including fat bodies, so I am here to model and appreciate others! I am pansexual. I love being in nature. I don't know what else you'd like to know, but feel free to ask! I don't bite, unless you want me to. 😊 Let's connect! Send me a DM and ask me the first question that pops into your head. GO! 😘

Hiya everyone I'm new here and just thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Momo I'm 30 and been gaining since 2007. I started at 200 and am currently 425lbs. My goal is 500lbs possibly more. I'm 5'7. I love being big and squishy. I'm a feedee so feeders hit me up. I look forward to making many new friends here

Im a morph artist that started in 2016. Im on DA, Twitter, Youtube, Instagram, Tumbler, and possibly some other places those are my most active sites though. I also have a discord link below feel free to join. That's how im going to be doing commissions and where ill be releasing my latest work when done. I've been on here for about a year now, hope you give me a follow! https://discord.gg/tvyvunp3sJ

Hi. New here and just wanted to say hi. Hope everyone is doing well. 😊

I just joined this site last night. I've always had an issue with my weight. Ive been plus size as long as I can remember. I love sites like this, cause everyone is so supportive. Here are a few of my pictures.

Yesterday, I felt nagged by an increasing urge to re-subscribe into a rather popular, mainstream size-friendly wannabe reddit group page I just decided to quit a while ago. By "wannabe", I mean it: a vocal majority of the membership resumes itself into nothing but women still stuck into the self-flagellating phase of their body complex issue. I publish a first discussion topic: "P.A.W.G. is the most preposterous colloquial coining ever made: its outmoded racialist overtones obvious" or something. Nonetheless unsatisfied, I'd immediatly spiced up my initial intent: I shared the post into a kinky F.A. reddit page. Afterward, I posted a second topic on the mainstream group page thay has been shared too on the kink page: "When "Steatopygia" among black women turns into a way too bottom-heavy "Advanced Staging Lipoedema" , "P.A.W.G.s" or "ride breeches/pelvicellulite/Steatomery" for others-- or why Western contemporary medias & academics shall stop giving to Steatopygia any racial overtone" . Success unblocked. The kink page - assumedly frequented by the same type of obnoxious, antisocial pig-slurring neckbeards who likes bleating about the heterogenous nature of my discussion topic publishing on F.A. forums - votes down my two posts while some random member with a funny-sounding pseudo popped on my alert feed with a verbally charged rant preceded by the all-American "st**" , pompously accusing me to "polluate" the "last shelter against politics" and "race politics" or some redundantly debilitating bs on this vein that kay have been as well resumed ny a good ol' fashioned "s%$t up n@&ger/libtard/whatever" (which still happens way much than some of you readers may assume) . Y'all shall tip me off the day that cellulite skin, large hips, ballooning gluteus maximas and their colourblind nature are going to be on the news feed on the White House or the Canadian Parliament, (giggles) . 🙄😏 Might still be way much instructive than four years worth of psychotically violent tweeted rants and downward loophole into diplomatic disgrace, though... Back to the main focus, first few hours later and an angry female member is already stepping forward for a fight, half-threateningly asking me to get out with my so-called "kink" stuff and "post history" antics. A few rapid clicks later, she has gone M.I.A. after I scolded her silly MacCarthism and reminded her that a significant brunt of the page group content deal with sexuality and women posing suggestively, so getting angry about a previous post made about the commonality of the so-called Fat Fetishism in both Plus Size and non-heavier sexuality (and outside of its oft mob-minded fetish cart-- ahem I mean F.A. online community) is not the end of the world. Then, the next day later, I received from a female member of the mainstream page this reply about the topic on P.A.W.G.s : SOMEBODY: "The fact is, historically rounded & bigger asses was only found on African women. If white women was out here built like women from the country of Africa, Sara Baartmen wouldn't have been so popular. The fact is, in the US, big booties, thick hips & thighs have been synonymous with black women. White women spend a fortune to have abody that African women were born with. So to see a white women built like a black women, she is a PAWG period." Loud internal facepalm. More dense than that and I die. She did the one thing every single ill-assumed racist web-goer did, so to speak spewing out loud her implicit bias and taking the bait that would lead to racist folks' most-feared Boogeyman... not John Wick, of course... just an epically sound spanking to shatter anyone's Becky-made bubbles and some therapeuthic, paradox-shifting cognitive growth. 😏😁 ME: "Your statement is plain speculative and wrong because historically speaking, rounded & bigger asses has been reported and recorded multiple times all over South Asia, Western Asia, ancient Greece, the Italic Etruscan civilization and the Iberic Peninsula for a major part of Antiquity. The Myceaneans, Minoans, Hellenes, Italians, Levantines, Arabians, Mesopotamians, Iberians and even some Gallic tribes in Northwest Europe left various artifacts showing women with a moderatly to exceedingly plump, rounded buttocks and wide hips coupled by signs of pronounced Steatometry (or ride breeches, if you prefer) and archeological evidence reports since early 20th centuury that the female population of protohistorical hunter-gathering and latter Neolithic groups all across the British, Western, Southwestern, Southern and Central Europe sported frequently such traits from the Lower Paleolithic till afar as the Bronze Age. Biblical texts reports that ancient Israelite women were disencouraged by religious authorities from being sexually promiscuous prior marriage or to cuckhold their husbands under the threat from being immediatly smitten by their God with a curse that physically alters their bottom half bodies and resembles like a variation of bug-infested Cellulitis coupled by Steatopygia, which indicates that the latter one was an existing condition among the Hebrews, all theologically associated with divine punishment and infidelity in wedlock. Islamic hadiths and oral legends hints that the Arabian religious leader & prophet Muhammad's daughter, Fatima, sported during her premature later years an immense derriere as she has dived upward and heavier through the whole weight spectrum... just enough to need the assistance of a few servantmaids to lift her up afoot on a regular basis. Such pronounced callipygia was commonplace among women of any size and most any different ethnic background from whether Western Asia, India or North Africa across the latter Islamic world, as openly implies some erotic texts and tales from the 9th century A.D. Arab-Persian book 'One Thousand & One Nights' . So yea... the fact you're parroting a popular misconception embedded deeply into late modern colonialist views of plumpness & obesity along feminine bodies from far dubious claims rooted into sicentific racism, that has been discredited and refuted one hundred eight years ago by French academicians who were studying Steatopygia among native-born Frenchmaids (e.g. socalled Caucasian women) , is the one reason WHY this topic needs to be tackled once at all, whether it displeases some group of men or not." And for a first time since never, I get voted up four times and the interlocutor is the one who get voted down as many times... just before a tandem of twits did retaliatively votes me down as well as votes her up. Ignorance is a grudgeful bliss. Still, it was funny to see people from whatever spectrum of the Fat community getting owned withot having some random power hungry narcissist monitoring and censoring either I or anyone's instructive point made like a freaking David Rohl novel film adaptation with a heavyset, mean looking busty Nazi expy who spent her time eating chocolate, benchpressing weights and bullying people for archvillain (yea you hear me, shout out to 'Maltida') . Something has been deplorably lost in the Anglophone Fat movement lately, not just the F.A. online community: the element of freedom of speech, enlightement and betterment over ignorance, tribalism, shallowness and chauvinism. We can point our fingers at OF, social medias, the travesty of Body Positivity, FF, Curvage, DM, ** whatever as the cause of all of that, but to be honest the issue is as skin-deep as the implicit biases behind bottom-heaviness among white bodies and coloured bodies. Society is the one true boogeyman everyone tries to escape, but refuses to actually feed off while deshinbiting themselves behind their keyboard. I need to see what women on Curvage thinks about it. Any opinions?

I scored this beautiful kimono recently and just felt extra pretty and wanted to share. Enjoy xx

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Hey guys, I'm new around here, and just wanted to know what you guys thought of my belly. I'm thinking about becoming a model and would like to know if you guys like what you see... 😘

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This is something I've wanted to share for a while now. As some of you know, I really enjoy writing. I'm not the best at it but I have always loved weight gain stories and it has been a dream of mine for a while now to someday share my own. I have been working on this saga for almost 6 months. I am going to start sharing bits and pieces with it on this thread. I'm thinking one part a week for the next few weeks. It's as honest as it gets. So here we go Be gentle, this is my first time doing something like this! Hope you enjoy --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CASEY'S STORY I vividly remember being in 2nd grade when I first started to understand the concept of weight. I went to a Catholic school where we made our first communion in 2nd grade. Girls got beautiful pretty white dresses to wear for the ceremony. I remember going to get mine with my mother. It was beautiful. The day of my first communion came and my mom went to get me ready, only the dress wouldn't zip. I had outgrown it. Being only 7 years old, I had no idea what was going on. It was the first time in my life I ever realized body could change so fast. I remember being in 2nd grade, and being the only girl in my class who had to watch what she ate, because inevitably my mother became paranoid about my weight after that.... I continued to struggle throughout elementary school a little bit chubbier than my friends, but never huge. I used to get off the bus after school and hid my snack wrappers in between the couch cushions so my mother wouldn't see. The fixation with over indulgence was always there and I knew it was wrong. Middle school came along and with that came the changes to my body from puberty. I grew into my figure a bit and was more "average" sized compared to my friends. I was no longer the chubby girl, but I was still obsessed with food. I suppressed my fixation with food for so long. Until I was 18 years old, I was a competitive figure skater. In high school, I developed the unhealthy habit of both starvation and occasionally binge eating. This destroyed my metabolism, which is why later on it was so easy for me to BLOW up. But we will get into that later. High school was weird and confusing. I was skinny, but I was obsessed with my belly. Unaware of what feederism was, I always resented myself for this curiosity because it made me feel like a freak. Why couldn't I just want to be skinny like the other girls? I'd starve myself for weeks leading up to a skating competition and then when it was over, I remember I would eat so much so fast until it made me absolutely sick. I vividly remember the sensation of my belly being so full with so much food. It turned me on more than any guy ever had. It was so hard because it was SO confusing. It wasn't normal and it wasn't right. I was so lost in my thoughts and scared of this desire inside me. There were a handful of guys I dated in high school. There was one guy, however, who changed me. I had awful period cramps one night, so my boyfriend at the time rubbed my belly. It was thin then, but the sensation of having my belly rubbed gently and sensually was so erotic and satisfying. I became obsessed with it. I would fake period cramps sometimes just to get him to rub my belly for me. When we cuddled, I would move his hands onto my little belly. I was obsessed, but still not gaining. My senior year was when my over eating started to take it's true form. I was no longer skating, so I wasn't starving myself. I still knew I needed to be thin because that was the social norm. So instead, I would get home from school every day and stuff myself like crazy. Everything in the kitchen. Bags of chips, donuts, cheese, slices of bread, anything I could sneak away and get my hands on. My parents would come home and I'd eat dinner with them as if I wasn't already so full. And then before bed I would pretend to take a shower and purge myself in the bathroom to maintain my small figure. I wanted the fullness and the food, but was afraid to let my body take it's true form. This all changed in college..... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More? Make sure you follow this thread to get updates when I post them!

Hi, I am always looking for more encouragement to reach my weight gain goal of at least 900 lbs

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Who enjoys feederism here? I'm into feederism. I'm a foodee. I love stuffing myself with food, mainly caloric ones. I'm also a fat admirer and a little bit gainer too. These are the websites I know. http://askdrfeeder.dyndns.org/