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  1. Just 1 lunch just isnt enough anymore. I'm already late for work but instead of getting ready like im suppose to be im stuffing my face with hotdogs. i talk about how fat ive gotten since being a cheerleader while jiggling my fat gut. i cant get enough of food.


  2. I have recently had the pleasure of making a friend in @pregnite10 He truly makes me feel like every pound is worth it...Rod/Pregnite has begun to write a feedee fan fiction story and I wanted to be able to share it with you. This is the first half of many! BurstingBlogger Part One: Fatten Her Up! The camera flickered to life, the once black, empty scene became suddenly alive and filled with life;beautiful, sensuous, wondrous life. The melodic sound of a soulful but modern singer played softly as an incredible sight filled the screen; vibrant red hair fell just beyond the luscious females’ shoulders, framing her angelically lovely face; adorably round with a hint of a second chin, with a slender nose,decorated by a double hooped septum piercing, full, succulent lips that beamedin a breathtaking smile and dark grey eyes that sparkled with energy and excitement! “Hey guys, it’s Kyraand do I have a show for you tonight”, her voice musical and rich; edged with agirlish pitch, but fitting for the delightful female! Bent over as she was;casually adjusting the angle of the video, the camera had a marvelous view ofher cavernous cleavage; her heavy breasts wobbling like fat pendulums encased ina storm grey bra that struggled to contain bloated orbs which seemed to have alife of their own. Once she had the perfect view, Kyra stood upright, revealingthe body of a plump goddess! Resting upon her chest,it was far easier from this vantage point to see the full size of her ballooned breasts; the full mammaries spilling out the sides of the too small garment that held them! Yet, beneath her glorious bosom was Kyras’ most dominate feature; her massively rotund, incredibly swollen, beautifully crafted sphere of a belly; fattened splendidly over the culmination of years of hard but joyful work! The pale fleshed distension was soft and malleable; evident as she squeezed her plumpness, shaking it and sending her meaty gut wobbling before letting it flop down against her thick, juicy thighs which rippled with the impact! Even empty, the wondrous fecundity made the portly female look months pregnant; her belly-button a darkened hole in the center of the blimp of a belly! Pink and mauve stretchmarks decorated her rounded sides, with just a few rolls of fat forming beneath her jiggling, trunk-like arms! The overhang of her behemoth tummy just hiding her leopard printed panties.
  3. 🌹New Before & Afters... Your Fat Feedee Goddess Girlfriend in Luxurious Lingerie Roleplay ... and a Secret Strip Tease Just for You🌹 This set has 1 gif, 3 new before and after weight gain collages from various sizes on Eva’s journey to luscious fat Queen, and a gorgeous, curated role play picture set of 37 different pictures just for you. Imagine: It’s another Sunday in, and we don’t leave the bed, except for the bathroom, food and water. We’ve been luxuriating, cuddling and playing all morning... You can’t keep your hands off my growing belly, the one you helped fatten. All the work you put into pampering, feeding and encouraging me has really been paying off, babe. After a lovely brunch of crepes, delivered from our favorite local brunch spot and playfully kicking your ass at Mario Kart, we want to change the pace to something more risqué. I have just the idea! I get all dolled up, in my lacy bra and silky, vintage-style underwear and put on a show just for you. Lay back, and let me give you the attention you deserve. I read your tarot cards while in lingerie: There will be plenty of pleasure and powerful, rapid, new growth in your life in the New Year 😏. The tension builds, little by little, and I teasingly shed my lingerie for you, giving you big, tempting, hungry eyes. You’re so sexy, and it makes me hungry in so many ways. First, my lacy, merlot-colored bra finds it’s way to the floor, followed by my soft, lace-trimmed pink silk bottoms—to give you a fat helping of sweet, fat goddess love.”💕 How would you touch me and show me you love all the fat YOU put there? Worship your goddess, licking and kissing each stretch mark, nibbling each roll and paying homage to this over 100 pound gain.


  4. 🥰 I love this video. Such a sexy fantasy, IMO. 🤤 A rapidly plumping secretary with the hots for her boss started pounding WG shakes after finding out that he's "into fat chicks". 🤰 Couple months later she shows up at work wearing lingerie under clothes that used to fit her. She gets sent home because of this, but suspects that it's because her boss wouldn't be able to work hard. 😉 Why else would he ask her to come back at five o'clock? So she puts down another full blender of WG shake while undressing a bit so she can add a little bit more plump before 5:00. 🥵 I enjoyed this more than I thought I would and it could be the first "chapter" of an ongoing story. 🤔 Feeling the kink. 💦


  5. This is a NEW concept, that I hope you will enjoy! It’s me READING a STORY the I WROTE ABOUT a DELICIOUS FANTASY of MINE Along with the reading I ACT OUT PARTS of the story and the reading becomes a VOICE OVER in those parts as I EAT, JIGGLE, UNDRESS, AND SUBTLY POP A BUTTON ( it doesn’t pop off, just open). The story is written so you can envision yourself in both parts, first straight humiliating me, next being attracted to me, feeding me, telling me how fat you want me to get and teasing me in bed!!! Lots of BELLY PLAY and SEXY POSES all while you hear my SEDUCTIVE VOICE tell a story about me discovering how much I LOVE TO BE TEASED AND LOVE TO GET FATTER!!! I know it is ALWAYS a 🧁treat🧁 to know about a WOMEN’S SEXY FANTASIES and what turns US on so enjoy this peek into my dirty little mind!!! ****This was written with the main purpose of turning me on, this a my favorite type of story, being humiliated and praised for turning into such a piggy, this was not written to sound like what I think you want me to say, or what “guys want to hear” this is %100 genuine what arouses me, my entry into online fetish material was originally though fat fiction stories, so I hold them near and dear to me and I have been delighted to get a good response from my own stories!!!**** All that said I can guarantee it will turn you on just as much!!!


  6. Isabell has a 24 minute eating session. The amount of food she usually eats for regular meals. Yes, that´s a bit more than regular people. She also tells a story how her (girl) friend played with Isabell´s boobs. Yes, she lets her friends play with her boobs. The final thing that she eats, is a watermelon and seems that it is making her burp a lot. In this video there might or might not be her first on camera fart. Spoilers.... there is. It´s a cute one. 🐽


  7. Hey! Long time appreciator of weigh gain content, finally getting around to contributing something: https://www.deviantart.com/fatadmirer7044/art/Life-and-How-To-Live-It-Chapter-1-Drive-808558179 This is a link to the first installment of a weight gain-type series I've been working on. I've never really written prose before so we'll see how it goes, but hopefully there'll be new chapters posted every Monday for the foreseeable future. It's sort of a realistic, story driven weight gain tale involving a girl returning home after an absence. Not a lot of straight weight gain this chapter, but there'll be more. Thanks!
  8. 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!
  9. Hello, her's the first chapter of my story. It is done witch the help of google translate, sow sorry for possible language mistakes. The story is about girls that work together. They are working in a office and gained some pounds. Nowe they discover how hard it is too lose weight. The first chaper is about Nicole, the other 2 girls will be later in the story. Chapter 1 September, the 23 year old Nicole is preparing to work in a nearby office. She is working in this company for 2 years, she liked her job very much, but it had one flaw. The work was sedentary and did not require physical exertion, which with the lazy lifestyle left its mark on her body, her figure was not as good as it was two years ago when she was just beginning the adventure with this company. After drinking the morning coffee, doing make-up and combing her hair, it was time for the act that Nicole did not like, finding fitting clothes ... At the end of June, before the long vacation Nicole promised herself one thing, she will start to lose weight. The goal was simple, she knew that it was too late the bikini figure, going on vacation and sunbathing on the beach will have to show her flab, in a tight swimsuit. But the goal was different for those two months, she wanted to lose so much fat that her pants and dresses no longer emphasized her thick stomach and legs. And more importantly, Nicole didn't want to buy new clothes, in the closet she covered many of the ones she had worn only a few times before becoming too tight. The previous year, and especially skipping the sport combined with work in front of the computer gave Nicole an extra 10 pounds, which meant no less that she had already put on 20 pounds since starting work in this company. At her height of 5'9 "(175cm), it resulted mainly in a soft belly that was visible and each t-shirt and dress she had in her wardrobe. From positives Nicole was a proud owner of a full breast with a cup C, but the breasts that grew thanks to the additional weight lost with gravity, it required Nicole to wear push-up bras to be able to proudly present her boobs. Summer was under a sign of jogging and cycling for Nicole. She was proud to see how her condition improved and at the same distances she could get better and better results. Nicole did only one thing wrong, every physical activity, especially the long distance traveled on the bike, She rewarded herself with ice cream and sweets ... On that day Nicole, was standing in front of the mirror and thinking about choosing clothes to go to work, she was not satisfied with the results of her weight loss. Touching her soft belly did not make her feel slimmer. She found a long-unused weigth scale, and with a sigh of anxiety she came on. The number on the display turned out to be 5 pounds larger and was already 156 pounds (71 kg), of course it was more than 2 months ago before the weight loss attempt. Well, the holidays are over - Nicole said - looking at her figure covered with extra fat in the mirror. Cursed my weakness to sweets - she cried - what I am going to wear now, most of my clothes are either too tight, or emphasize my whole flab by adding optically extra kilos to me. Time was running inexorably, wanting to be at work for the time Nicole had to make a choice as quickly as possible. She decided oto wear black leggings and a bright gray dress. The dress had the advantage she desired, he reached below the butt, so she could easily hide her buttocks, on which also came a few pounds. Being already after choosing the items of clothing, it's time to confront them with Nicole's body. Leggings did not put up much resistance, and unlike jeans, which Nicole had a lot in her closet, easily fitted to the extra inches on Nicole's butt. The opposite situation was a different situation with the dress. Nicole used it last time a year ago when she was 15 pounds lighter, then the dress dealt well with her "starter belly", she was afraid that now that her belly put on extra fat, the dress can not cope with its covering. After putting on the dress, Nicole turned her gaze towards the mirror to assess her look. She took her first look at her bust, which was the only one who benefited from her weight gain, and in combination with the push-up bra he proudly presented himself on her body. Looking down, Nicole began to regret that she did not follow her diet during the summer. Her belly proudly stood out under the gray dres, emphasizing its softness. Attempting to suck it in helped only temporarily, but Nicole knew she could not stand the whole day on sucking the belly in, and her best friend Kate would see her flab. It worried her, that Katy posted all summer on her social media posts with healthy food, which could mean that her silhouette compared to the figure of Nicole may look a lot slimmer. Her butt was the only good news outside the breast. The dress ended at the knees, which was enough to hide an extra few inches on her bottom. Looking at her watch, Nicole realized that there was no more time to experiment with clothes. She had to go out in that what she weard, otherwise she would be too late in the office. Okay, I can endure one day pulling my stomach in, Nicole thought. My friend may not see my weight gain. My full C cup breast should effectively divert attention from my stomach. When the 22-year-old Katy, came for the first time to work in that company, she had a very slim figure. However, she gained weight during her freshman year. In June, as both women talked for the last timer, Katy said about how she planned to lose weight over the summer. Soon Nicole will see what came out of Katy's resolve ...
  10. Synopsis Duchess Staceline Voluptua-Fuller Demoore, the Empire's most eligible young woman, must fight off a small army of suitors as well as the thigh-thickening effects of the ludicrously calorific diet advocated by her countrywomen – at least she has to fight them off long enough to squeeze into long-forgotten libraries of ancient secrets that will let her prevent the long-prophesied crisis from ruining her homeland – or at least wreaking serious economic havoc such as a decrease in the number of desserts at royal galas from 78 down to 62, or in the worst case as few as 28! On the other hand, maybe it would be better for the maintenance of her pert bottom if she let the crisis run its course... By a long-time reader who hasn't contributed a story before. * * * Chapter 1: The Gala Dinner A summer sunrise began to light the worn sandstone of Abimere Hall. Amid its manicured lawns, the large staff busied themselves removing marquis tents and tidying the landscaped tree garden. Inside the 64 guest bedrooms of the Hall, aristocratic guests slumbered heavily on silk or linen beds, depending on which level of room their rank had obtained for them. Still more dozed in the four fine inns of the nearby village. In the case of most of the female aristocracy, their rest was of rather poor quality, as they struggled to digest and sleep off the indulgence of the last day's royal gala – a mid-season event, but nonetheless a well attended one because it was the first one hosted by the Hall's owner after her coming of age. That owner, the Duchess Staceline Dolchetta Voluptua-Fuller Demoore, was without much dissent both the wealthiest and the best-pedigreed of this season's débutantes. For the young noblemen in attendance, many of whom had booked rooms in the nearby town months in advance in order to get time with the young Duchess at a dance or – even better – at one of the private dessert tables the hostess was socially obligated to visit in turn, it hardly hurt that she was a statuesque beauty whose figure had so far survived the fattening effects of the royal gala season apparently unscathed. Except possibly for the generous breasts which had swelled higher and higher in her exquisite green silk dress. Meanwhile, the hostess herself had retired to her chambers in the private old eastern wing at the back of the Hall, where she had stripped to a skimpy black silk negligee and tried to sleep off a day of unrelenting gluttony. That was proving to be a struggle, even for a young woman with such a vigorous metabolism. Her already-short negligee rode up around her belly, which had swollen bigger and bigger overnight as its mistress attempted to sleep off the effect of seventy-eight desserts... “Ah, FUCK! I ate too much!” Groaned Duchess Staceline, as her friend and assistant offered her a silver tray with three jugs and a glass. “Stacey! Language... What would your aunt say?” “Ugh! It's her fault I had to host this stupid fucking gala. And who the fuck decided seventy-eight desserts is what a royal gala needs? And she made me promise to be a good host, and indulge myself in at least one serving of every fucking one... That's a stupid rule too, and now I feel like I'm going to split my fucking negligee, Alicia... Did you get my stuff?” The blonde friend, wearing a too-snug gold dress, with straps far tighter than they had been when she'd sat down to a dinner of roast pheasant and goose with the Duchess the previous afternoon, offered some sympathy. “Yes, Stacey. Here's your towel and icewater, and this jug is prune juice, this one is castor oil, and this one is milk with a little honey...” “Milk? Fuck, Alicia, if I never see dairy again it'll be too soon. Every other dessert was drenched in damn cream...” “Oh, I think it's quite soothing for an upset tummy. I had some this morning. Of course, I didn't try all the desserts. I don't have the appetite of a real city-girl. I don't know how you did it: you practically kept up with that niece of yours, Tillia, and she'd been doing the gala season for years.” “Hmm. Just hand over the prune juice, Cia. Ugh.” The duchess swept her glossy black hair away from her face as she sat up at the edge of her bed and gulped the prune juice from the jug as her friend looked on. Then she filled a glass with oil and swallowed it with a “Yuk!” “Yeah, Alicia, and what did you think of Tilly – she must have 300 pounds of ass, don't you think? I mean, that's not just curvy, right? I never want my ass to get that fat – got any more prune juice?” “Tillia has the ideal figure for an imperial gentlewoman of high station, Stacey. Just in case you've forgotten your lessons...” “Yeah right. So why isn't she married?” “Erm.” “My point exactly. Prune juice?” “Erm, that full jug of the stuff was the only one I thought you'd want.” “Want? You think I'm enjoying this? I'm in agony here from overindulgence!” “Well, I mean, milady-” “Don't call me that, Cia.” The blonde smiled back wryly. “Of course, your Grace. I mean to say that a young noble woman with your titles – but with such a slim figure as you have – really ought to be pigging out at galas on a very regular basis, rather than overdoing the laxative foods for breakfast so she can keep her pert ass – if you'll pardon the expression. After all, those fat ladies and lords in the capital won't even let you take your seat in the Senate until you get over 200 pounds... So don't you think it'd be a good idea to try and make some of this stick to your hips?” Alicia brushed her fingers over the soft black silk cladding Stacey's swollen gut, prompting the Duchess's bowels to gurgle mightily and the Duchess to moan the groan of a woman who feels like she is soon to be relieved from a night of uncomfortable constipation. She slurped the last glassful of castor oil, and lifted a silver lid speculatively from a bowl of figs. The duchess munched a fig and licked her fingers. “For your information, Cia, I eat more than enough for a woman – ahem – 'of my station.' Which, by the way, is far too much for any woman who wants to maintain a nice pert bottom. I swear the Senate can go hang if they think I– ” Stacey gasped as she felt her bowels begin to rumble, and then had to gulp for air after emitting a deafening belch. Alicia asked helpfully, “Do you need help walking to the privy.” “Mmmf. I think I can manage.” Stacey relied, through a mouthful of plum. She stripped and dropped the negligee on the bed first. Lady Alicia Remonte sucked air through her lips lustfully at the sight of Staceline's body. It was the first time Alicia had seen the Duchess really bloated – and that despite their spending a year as room-mates at one of the Empire's finishing schools, dining on seven course dinners most nights as 'preparation for their lives as ladies in high society.' Now, true, Duchess Staceline was still unacceptably thin by imperial standards – but, to be blunt, her astonishing tits offered more than substantial compensation for any disappointment a young gentleman might feel... Now, Alicia herself was a picture of Imperial respectability. As the fourth daughter of a country squire, she was neither expected to weigh well over 200 pounds by the time she inherited, nor was her family affluent enough to display its prosperity by sending her to countless rich dining events. Nonetheless, the blonde stood 5'8'' in stockings and had bulked a healthy 170 pounds at the start of finishing school. Her house mistress had seen no need for such a relatively low-born student to bulk up as if she was pretending to have a real title, and she'd 'graduated' from that year of tedious etiquette training with the same figure she brought with her. But at the same time she had befriended one of the Empire's most eligible young Duchesses, accepted a position as her assistant, and in six months of service to Duchess Staceline at Abimere Hall Alicia had gained more than a stone. This, so Alicia said, had been a hard balance between gaining enough weight to show off the luxurious lifestyle afforded by her mistress, without showing up Staceline's comparatively far-too-slender figure. Stacey, by comparison had arrived at the Harrietshire Ladies School with a sealed letter from her aunt, Countess Paige Heade-Turner. The letter instructed the mistresses to take every imaginable measure, no matter the expense, to bulk up the curves of this girl whose metabolism had defied the best efforts of her guardian, a kitchen full of cooks, and multiple maidservants to sculpt her into the curvaceous beauty that Imperial society expected. This instruction had lead to ten frustrating months for all involved. For the other young noblewomen at school, there was the frustration of seeing a girl who was taller, prettier, and much thinner than themselves being stuffed with trays full of extra puddings after meals that had already left every other participant with a tummy ache and a need for a laxative draught. In short, they were irked that when the calories eventually caught up with Staceline Voluptua-Fuller Demoore's figure, she was going to be both prettier and curvier than them, and she'd be able to eat any two or three of them under the table at any future society dinner without raising a sweat. For Headmistress Birgitta Fullgluup, the frustration was professional, since for her school to turn out a Duchess under 200 pounds would invite sniggers the next time the headmistresses of the Imperial province got together for another sherry-fueled booze up. Worse than that, Stacey had been permitted to travel into town to be indulged in the delights found at the capital province's finest restaurants: and there was a strong suspicion that the girl was sneaking off, and obtaining certain extracurricular lessons by visiting the courtesan's guild – or still worse, the University. For Alicia, the frustration was that Stacey complained to her literally hundreds of times that she felt bloated after her latest seventeen course dinner at the Busted Corset, the Fat Goose, the Lardy Hog, the Chocolatier's River, the Baker's Gross, or some other luxurious establishment, while Alicia herself had not been permitted to attend. (Those were the times Stacey wasn't sneaking back into their room after yet another session with one of the professionals at the courtesan's guild. – Alicia eventually started to suspect her friend might be participating in some sort of unspeakably perverted roleplay sessions in which Stacey was forced to exercise until she sweated (!) and whipped if she relented.) Somehow, Staceline's waistline always snapped back to its original size the next day, no matter how hard she'd been complaining of overindulgence. All-in-all, it had come as something of a surprise to Alicia that her friend had actually gained a few little pounds since returning to Abimere Hall, but mainly in her already-sufficient bust, and the rest of her 5'9'' frame showed little impact. Alicia guessed that the pert Duchess was probably 150 lbs, excluding the effects of last nights gala dinner. A succession of very unladylike sounds from the privy was pretty much the last evidence of Staceline's previous day of overindulgence. Alicia assisted her mistress to bathe, noting sadly that her waistline was essentially back to its girlish 28'', the muscle tone was still disgracefully prominent, and her full breasts still ignored gravity. After dressing in very tight riding gear and giving her crop a few experimental swishes against her bottom, Stacey asked. “So, what's on today?” “Well, I thought you'd never ask. After a late morning ride, and, if you must insist on it, your swim in the artificial lake, I thought you'd like to get down to the most important thing that comes with hosting a gala dinner.” “Oh, what's that?” “Why, RSVP-ing to the invitations to all the other gala dinners this season: we already have dozens! Not to mention a giant stack of letters from eligible young men inviting you on dinner dates in the capital! And scoffing the boxes and boxes of chocolates that came with them. Yesterday was such a success!” * * A few hundred miles away, in her mansion overlooking the Capitoline hill, another Duchess was planning her day with the assistance of a man known to the world at large as her valet. “Urp.” “Shall I call the maid for a third tray of fruit scones, milady?” “Not today, Ruperr,” Replied Duchess Fatoline Foir-Grasse, patting the red silk containing her seventy-seven inch belly. “I have an assignation tonight at the Busted Corset itself, and it would be poor form to spoil my appetite before sampling their incomparable fare. After all, one is not eighteen any more.” That much was obviously true, even if the eighteen in question was eighteen stone rather than a youthful age, but the information-handler knew better than to question whether his employer's figure was a little too similar to a hotter-than-air balloon, even for Imperial tastes. “Speaking of which, what reports do we have from that Demoore do? Remember we were asking if the gel would turn out to be some rural bumpkin who'd get drunk and throw up in her own maze after just a dozen chocolate puddings?” “Indeed we did, maam. In fact the reports are quite different. Her gala was a fair success; even a great success in terms of the number of prospective suitors who based themselves in the nearby village to attend, including one of the princes in disguise, it is suggested by a generally-reliable source.” Duchess Fatoline arched an eyebrow at this, and motioned for her interlocutor to provide more details on this important issue, and he selected a letter from a stack for the Duchess to peruse later. “And there was a good deal of throwing up in the maze, maam, because the desserts were by all accounts enormous – including a selection of no fewer than two dozen half-pound nutty-doughs of several of the latest types. But the Duchess herself seems to have a very robust appetite, in spite of only weighing about 150 to 155 lbs, by the best estimates, because she ate one of everything...” “No matter,” Interrupted Duchess Fatoline. “But only one of each? No seconds?” “Not to speak of, but apparently she started the early evening by dining with her closer relatives, including one Tillia Bott-Turner. Such a meal would be rather bad planning if she was concerned about the sufficiency of her appetite: onion soup with bacon lardons; baked salmon..” “Uck, how common!” “Indeed maam, then roast pheasant; roast goose; shoulder of venison, all the trimmings including stuffing balls a la Taurono. Then apparently miss Bott-Turner was well into her cups and challenged her Grace to see who could consume a whole baked Cannonbert cheese the fastest. Apparently it was the Duchess. Miss Bott-Turner took a turn in the arboretum later in the evening.” “I see. She's the shortish one with the bottom like a merchantman?” “Indeed, maam.” “Well, it seems we shall have new competition for our daughter, Katelette, in the end-of-season balls, assuming Demoore isn't actually a bumpkin, and does actually come to the Capitoline for the younger prince's first season as an eligible young man.” “Perhaps, maam. Shall we review the other competition for the end-of-season?” “Yes, indeed. Pay especial attention as to whether any of the debutantes seem likely to approach Katelette's speciality of consuming two of each of the seventy-eight desserts at a royal dinner...” “As you say, maam.”
  11. 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/
  12. The hem of her shirt rolled up as she sat down and I got a glimpse of a soft, pale belly. She quickly pulled it down and then placed her arm in her lap to ensure it wouldn’t happen again. As I revisited the lovely image in my head I was left to wonder. Had she pulled it down because she didn’t want to tempt me? Or had she sadly come to the terribly wrong conclusion that I would find her soft, sweet padding unattractive? I grabbed a handful of popcorn for myself and she turned and tried to intercept it with her mouth. My heart rate increased. I knew she was probably just trying to be silly and playful. She commented that she hated the feeling of greasy fingers and asked if I would feed her. This was the first time a woman had ever asked me to do that to her. I think it was probably the sexiest time a woman ever asked me for food. Knowing what I know now about Adele it makes sense. She was as passionate and terrified and unbelievably excited as I was -- maybe even more so. I started placing a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth at a time as the lights dimmed and the movie started. I kept a slow pace. I would take a handful for myself and then grab some to feed her. It had been awhile since she had taken a sip of her soda and she eyed it as if she was about to grab it. I beat her to it and picked up the cup. She gave me a knowing, devious smile and took a sip. Was it really possible that this gorgeous, brilliant gem of a girl had the same strange quirk that I did? About halfway thru the movie I decided that I was going to try something. She seemed like a really sweet girl. I figured that if I did something completely out of line she would probably forgive me. I decided to take a chance. I whispered to her that I was heading to the restroom and she handed me her soda and asked me to stop and get a refill. I headed straight to the concession stand and grabbed two of every candy bar they had. I was so focused on getting back to her that I didn’t even stop to consider how much it would cost. I ended up spending nearly $50 on movie theater candy. But let me tell you, it was so worth it. I got back to my seat and dropped my armful of candy in my lap. She looked over to see what I had come back with. Her eyes got wide and she immediately turned back to the movie. Once again I was unsure what to make of her reaction. Was she nervous but excited? Did she just think I was weird for getting up in the middle of the movie and buying a ridiculous amount of candy? I whispered in her ear, “Do you like candy?” “Yes” she replied. I started to unwrap it and began to hand it to her. She turned and smiled at me and I gently placed the chocolate bar in her open mouth. If the projectionist had suddenly shut the movie off at that point, I don’t think I even would have noticed. I was so lost in her that I couldn’t see anything else. We finished the first round of candy bars and I noticed that underneath the purse she had in her lap she was softly caressing her belly with her hand. I wanted so badly for my hand to join hers. She quietly sighed and whispered, “I’m so full.” Then she gently placed her hand on my thigh and grabbed one of the remaining candy bars in my lap. To my surprise she unwrapped it and brought it to her lips. The hand she had been rubbing her stomach with was now holding the candy bar. She had presented me with an opportunity. I ran my fingertips along the soft, warm skin of her belly and as I did she closed her eyes and took another bite. She moaned ever so quietly, but loudly enough for me to know I was doing the right thing. The next think I knew the movie was over. As the credits began to roll she pulled down her shirt, covering herself back up. There was only a single candy bar left. “What did you think of the movie?” I asked her. “It was interesting”, she replied. As we made our way out of the movie theater she was quiet. Our plan had been to go out to dinner after the movie but she had eaten so much that I didn’t think she’d want to sit down to a big meal. “What next?” I asked her. “I think we need to talk”, she said. That’s never a good thing to hear a woman say. Had I completely read the situation the wrong way? Did she think I was a creepy weirdo? As we made our way to the car she asked, “Where did you get all that candy? Did you really buy it there? It must have cost a fortune.” “I guess I got carried away. Did you like it?” I replied. She grabbed my hand and started walking more slowly, “It was everything I wanted. I’ve never explored this before though. I want you to know that. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m a little scared.” I wasn’t expecting her to open up so much but I was relieved that we were both on the same page. I looked her in the eye and said, “I don’t know what I’m doing either. But I do know that that was the goddamn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
  13. Victoria had never been known for much, nor had she ever been on track to achieve much of anything. In fact, in all likelihood, her whole life would likely go down as fairly unremarkable. Just another face in the crowd. Not a bad looking face by any means, but not stunningly beautiful either. Fairly average, maybe a little scrunched and a slightly too prominent chin, but powerful blue eyes gave her some character and stopped her face from deterring possible suitors. Her cascading blonde locks certainly didn’t hurt, at least until they faded during the winter months. A relatively smart girl, but never one with much aspiration, Victoria had always been a good student who got all of the work laid out for her done, and done well at that, but was never gunning to be the next president of a corporation or to solve some global problem. Sure she’d earn a promotion or two over the years, but she was fairly content with her life, making a good paycheck at a stable federal job, living close to her parents since she was their only child, having fun going out with her roughly equally interesting friends in their mid-major city at night. Much like the rest of her, Victoria’s body was pretty underwhelming, but not terrible either. At a squat 5’3, she was by no means the tallest and with fairly normal proportions, her legs were not incredibly slim. Quite the opposite in fact. While she slender on the whole, her thicker legs served to support her slightly wider than average hips and only defining feature, her booty. Even there, she was not so much known for her depth or firmness, so much as the breadth of it. Spreading nicely and with just enough depth to appear significant, Victoria had a fairly respectable butt. Had she ever gone to the gym, perhaps she could have developed it into something of significance, but that was never going to happen with her lazy lifestyle. The rest of her body was fairly slim, with small pert breasts that were enough to remind boys that she was indeed a woman, but nothing that would have a man raving. No. Where Victoria succeeded was in her appetite for all things sexual and food based. With a highly active libido, Victoria had been notorious in college for locking herself down to a guy for periods of time and then riding him for all he was worth. Her stamina was unexpected given her untoned physique and lack of interest in exercise, but she was a secret freak in the bed. Perhaps it was her last season fashion, or continuously calm demeanor, maybe even appearance of being as innocent as a schoolgirl, but she always seemed to get what she wanted sexual. Hardly ever was she unsatisfied. This bled into another portion of her life: food. As full of desire as Victoria could be sexually, it all paled in comparison to her natural enjoyment for cooking and eating. While most men had been able to keep up with her in the bedroom, none were able to comprehend how much food this young lady could put away. Full Pizza? No sweat. Two gallon tub of ice cream? Done in twenty minutes. Endless pasta? Restaurant ran out. Victoria was an unbridled glutton when it came to food, even if she ate it like a lady, and none of it ever stuck to her figure. That metabolism of hers was the single feature that her friends envied her for. Some of them had better bodies than her, others were in far superior shape to her, others could out drink her, but none of them could out eat Victoria, and none of them could eat like that and not positively explode with fat. Their envy was ever apparent whenever they were out to eat. Most of them would order a thoughtful salad, maybe a hearty fish dish, and then it would be Victoria’s turn. She’d order an appetizer or two for herself to the eyerolls of her friends, then order the heartiest dish or even two dishes on the menu, and finish it off with several glasses of wine, beer, and dessert. Her friends continuously chided her, warning her that her figure couldn’t possibly sustain this for forever, but Victoria was unconcerned. Perhaps she should have been. It began when she started dating her latest flame, a surprisingly handsome and charming young man by the name of Maxwell. Much like Victoria, his family was of Polish descent and he appreciated a bottle of vodka as much as she did. They hit it off instantly and got completely plastered one evening, stopping by a late night take out place on their way back to her apartment to help satisfy her other hunger. That take out order was the moment Maxwell fell in love with Victoria. Where most girls, even drunkenly, would have ordered some small snack to tide them over before the main course, Victoria went full tilt and ordered enough food to feed a small family, temporarily stunning Maxwell. After regaining his composure at what this little waif of a woman was going to eat, he began to appreciate her in a new light at how unafraid and unashamed she was of her appetite. Then was blown away when she ate all of it at the speed of light, scarfing it down before he even had time to finish his own late night snack. Maxwell, ever the traditionalist, was practically eating out of the palm of this woman who ate with gusto. Victoria, ever perceptive, noticed Maxwell’s appreciation for her hearty appetite and made a mental note to make sure that she showed off in the future. The next time they went, for by this point they were both fully intrigued by the other, Maxwell made a point to order any and every dish Victoria even expressed an interest in eating. Eager to satisfy the curiosity of her date, Victoria greedily scarfed down each dish like an assembly line completing its product. Plate after plate stacked up and Maxwell’s attention turned to surprise as Victoria continued mechanically to devour the delicious meal he would be paying for. At long last, Victoria had to concede that not even she could eat everything Maxwell threw her way, leaving half a slice of chocolate cake on a plate that had originally held four slices. While comfortable in her seat, Victoria quickly realized that her originally tight fitting dress had readjusted to accommodate a new curve: her distended and stuffed belly. Despite her black dress, any side profile of her made it all too obvious that there was an unnatural curve to her physique, accented by her three inch heels that she had originally worn to flaunt her behind, not her overextended gut. While slightly embarrassed, Maxwell seemed to not to notice and had been so enthralled by her hearty display of gluttony, that she knew she would be in for a great evening. This slowly but surely became the natural cycle. Maxwell constantly pushing delectable meals onto Victoria, constantly testing and inadvertently extending her limits while Victoria greedily devoured everything that he provided her with. After several months together, the bleed into her daily eating habits was all too apparent as Victoria was practically perpetually eating with complete disregard for her figure. At first, her friends had been secretly disgusted by her strong displays of gluttony, but when it didn’t stick to her figure, none of them could say anything but to make sure she saved some money, given the sheer amount of food she was buying. That period of bliss, her slender body still fully intact, instilled a sense of invincibility that went right to the core of Victoria. With this unshakeable belief that she truly could eat whatever she want, whenever she wanted, without any ramifications to her figure led Victoria to eat right out of Maxwell’s palm. It was around the three month mark that things started to fall off the wheels for Victoria. Relationship wise, she and Maxwell were doing positively fantastic, and despite his constant encouragement regarding food, even her more critical fans found that they liked him as a person and recognized that he was a great choice for her. In fact, they all found it a tad amusing that Victoria had found herself something of a perfect partner to her relentless eating habits. It was strange, but for her, they felt it was a great fit. With everyone sold on him, Maxwell began pushing his boundaries with Victoria, preparing high calorie ice cream sundaes after every meal at his or her apartment, getting her hooked on protein shakes as an accompanying beverage to her meals to make sure she was completely full, and making her breakfasts that could easily feed a starving family of four. That was the tipping point for Victoria. In spite of her metabolism clearly being from another planet, Victoria had been pushing 5,000 Calories on a bad day, and Maxwell’s extra treats pushed her upwards of 7,000, began to prove too much for her. Not even most olympic caliber athletes could eat that much, particularly with no exercise, and not see some impact to their bodies, let alone a lazy and greedy young woman. The first few pounds she thought nothing of it. Truth be told, she didn’t give it much thought at all when her breasts began to fill up their cups a little more and her yoga pants seemed to stretch that extra bit. In her mind it had been nothing but a late growth spurt that fortuitously amplified her solid curves. The slight softening of her arms and all so subtle curve to her previously flat stomach went relatively unnoticed at first. For a time, it appeared that those might be the only gains she put on, her metabolism carrying on at an unfathomable precedent. Perhaps it had something to do with Maxwell being gone traveling for work, but she managed to maintain just that small amount of extra weight for almost the remainder of their first whole year together. Then things kicked into overdrive. Maxwell had switched jobs, allowing him to be home more often and Victoria found herself consistently sleeping over at his place. With full access to a man with a well stocked kitchen and a desire to satisfy her every craving, Victoria’s metabolism was put through the ringer...and it lost. Rapidly, it seemed that she was positively blowing through clothing. Where once she had possessed a slim figure that most woman would have been content with, Victoria’s gluttony rapidly destroyed and notion that she possessed such a figure. Where once she had possessed nice wide hips and a relatively firm derriere, now was replaced by rapidly expanding hips that seemed bent on going out as wide as possible, all to support the expanding breadth and depth of her hearty derriere. Perhaps it had once been her pride, now all it ever served was as an extra cushion while she shoved food into her face. Speaking of her face, it quickly rounded out and that hint of a double chin was ever prevalent, but particularly noticeable when she brought a thick jiggly arm up to her mouth for each delectable bite of her latest indulgence. That bite naturally found its way past her growing, almost cantaloupe sized melons that had quickly succumbed to gravity as their new girth expanded. While impressive in the right bra, her hearty melons quickly fell away to the main feature of her physique: her hearty belly. It took next to to no time at all once her metabolism gave way for the first roll to accumulate around her stomach, providing a great big layer of insulation that fought to escape from her ever growing waist size yoga / sweat pants. That hearty belly of course only helped to round out her figure, quickly amplifying her generous apple shaped body. That was about the time that Maxwell proposed to Victoria. With little attempt at maintenance, or an inability to prevent the pounds from piling on, Victoria found herself with an extra 30 pounds on her body, evenly distributed, by the time their wedding came around. Even with every effort put forward to disguise her growing figure, Victoria’s wedding dress left little to the imagination with regard to her continuously growing body...and that was before her age started to catch up to her. An aging metabolism is never a good thing to rely on, not that Victoria was truthfully relying on it for anything more than to reduce the rate at which she was gaining,and even there it was faltering. By the time Victoria crossed the 30 year old threshold, her gain had finally begun to plateau, mostly due in part to her inability to eat enough to gain any further. Her body had gone from slim and relatively acceptable in most circles, to downright obese, but in classic Victoria fashion, she could have cared less. She had her man, she had her hearty appetite, and she had a baby on the way. That was all she could have hoped for.
  14. After months of work, I'm releasing my first Weight Gain Novella. Blurb: Everyone struggles with their weight from time to time. The newest chemistry teacher at the university, Annie Keller, is no different. While most of her students don't notice or care, one of her repeat students definitely has. Come on a journey of discovery as Ian learns how many cookies he can cook in a semester while finding out just how deep his professor's weight issues run. It's a light forbidden romance story between a college student and their professor featuring female weight gain and ventriphilia(belly fetish) content. Counting the optional sex scene( Separated out at the end for those who don't like sex content) it clocks in at a bit over 20k words spread over 11 chapters. If you want to taste a bit, you can read the first chapter here: https://www.deviantart.com/juxtaterrestrial/art/Weighted-Grades-Chapter-1-882050318 Additionally, I've attached the cover below to further entice you. If that isn't enough, or if you're sold on the premise alone, you can pre-order the novella here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0979H18LZ If you'd like further assurances, I'd add that this isn't a story that I wrote and immediately uploaded. I had several people read it and provide feedback. Then once I made changes, I had another few people run through correcting the spelling and grammar. I'm sure there still may be flaws, but I'm confident that this is a quality product.
  15. Something very different today 🙃 why not? In this video I make up a silly but sexy fantasy story in which I am the main character. 🥰 The angle is much lower than usual and you're kind of looking up at me while I put down another blender full of Plumpup shake I mean WG shake. 🥤 I thought it would be fun to tell a story about me plumping up to 200 ...and beyond, once you get a hold of me. 😉 Some very sexy imagery and lots of real belly bouncing because my belly is a big, round, fat ball now and just begs to be bounced 🏀 I can't help it. 🤤 Ooh! 💦 This was fun, we'll have to do it again sometime.


  16. This has been a highly requested video, so I thought I would finally make a video for you where I sit down and tell you more about myself in regards to how I became part of the feederism community, and how I went from being just a feeder to a mutual gainer/ feedee as well. I let you know my whole story here, and I hope you enjoy hearing about it! I'm sure there are a lot of you who can probably relate to some of my experiences, and it's great to be able to share and connect. I would love to hear your stories, too!


  17. KitKatFeeder is back for another Q&A with Kat! He has a pretty amazing talent of making me laugh, so be prepared for that 😂 It's shot POV with our GoPro, which means lots of POV belly play as well! Questions answered in this video: Which is more enjoyable for you,looking or feeling more soft? Do you have a clear projection of how big you’re going to be entering 2021? How do you handle all the negative attention? What are the keys to a good feeder/feedee relationship? What’s your favorite thing to do with her belly in your free time? Are you going to have kids? Do your parents know you’re together? When and why did you start gaining? Besides belly, what other part of your body would you like to grow more? Goal weight and any comments from people? Best part about being fat? How deep is your belly button? What part of your gain is your favourite? What part of your body do you want to grow the most? What got you into the kink? Have we had conversations to upgrade to the next size? What advice would you give a feeder to convince his gf to gain? How does he do the videos without cumming? Favorite foods to make and favorite foods to be fed *Early bird sale is good for the first 48 hours after publishing, then it will go to full price*


  18. I wondered if I was capable of eating a whole pizza and well... of course I am! 😛 Another trophy is being shipped my way, thank you. In this video I also discuss new possibilities for me here, as well as part of my jail story. 🙃 More legs, a little butt, and a LOT of this big big belly. 😁


  19. “Laura has been your prisoner for days and, no food has been her punishment, however everything is part of your plan... a massive forced stuffing by your own hands. You have everything ready... a huge cake and a pitcher full of milk but, you never imagine that this pork will be too hungry to stuffed her self while she is alone and tight.” Wearing a sexy bikini and having hands and feet tight, Laura wakes up feeling really hungry and she can’t control her self when she found a huge cake and milk just next to herself... with a voracious appetite Laura founds the way to ate that cake... she looks crazy for that cake and the unique thing she is thinking is “eat more, eat as much you can Laura”. Burping and moaning Laura ends extremely stuffed, she can’t ate anything else, when... You arrive to Laura’s room to finally stuff her belly and, surprise!, Laura already ate almost all the cake... Laura is looking at you And you are looking her enormous body and her round belly. She looks too hot and you can’t control your self, you need to stuff her belly until she begins you to stop. Cake, milk, more cake, slap on her belly and more cake again are part of your play time ... Laura is definitely stuffed but you aren’t stop until your desires be satisfied.


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    Welcome to the first Act of a story about an Asian young and chubby piglet, who ended up in a Rome-styled room with party music 🎶 and Japanese food 🍣... In this video you will see the piggy try on one of her old shirts from the time she was a slim human, it is very tight now! Then she will proceed to jump and dance a little bit, jiggling her belly and moving her big booty. 🍑 After that she'll admire herself at the mirror, and then open the bag where her food is waiting to be devoured and stored in her big belly! Enjoy and stay tuned for Act II in the coming days, where she will devour that large Japanese food combo! ❤️ Update: Act II is here! Act III is coming soon!


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  22. This story is inspired by Batman76, Swahilimonkfish, and a true story ("based on a true story" -- like all those amazing movies). Chapter One “… so what I need to tell you is, we’re never going to date.” I stared at my crush like a deer in headlights. How are you supposed to answer that? “Never?” “Never, never, ever,” she replied as she pushed her fork through her mashed potatoes. Never once did she look at me. I should’ve known better. I really should’ve. But after a couple months of asking her out and her half-shod excuses for why she couldn’t go, I should’ve taken the hint. But I was getting desperate. I had no relationships – or friends for that matter. She slowly carried a fork-ful of mashed potatoes to her mouth with a graceful bend of her long, slender arm. Her arm was so beautiful and captivating – then again, wasn’t her whole body just as entrancing? She was just as tall as me, long and slender, clothed modestly in a soft but form-fitting green sweater and blue jeans. Bracelets and beads adorned both her wrists, and a necklace rested on her soft bosom without looking scandalous. From beneath a full head of straight, black hair, I could see her eyelashes fluttering over green pupils. She still wouldn’t look at me. “So… why?” I finally asked, ignoring my own food. “I’m not a bad person; I’d take care of you.” “But that’s just it,” she said slowly, piecing the words carefully together into sentences she’d probably rehearsed to herself all day. “You’re not supposed to love me.” “What?” “Loving anything in the world is wrong. The only person you’re supposed to love is God.” I felt a cold, invisible dagger pierce my heart. “What are you talking about? That’s crazy! God made everything around us – that’s why I love it so much.” “But it’s a sin, Jason,” my crush stared down at her food. “The world is finite and impure. Only God is eternal. That’s why you’re only supposed to love Him. You want a relationship with me because you long for me, but not God. That’s why it’ll never work.” She was nuts. Was this really my last shot at a relationship in this damn college? “That’s – that can’t be right. There’s no way you really believe that. What about your parents? Don’t they love each other? Don’t they love you?” “Yes, I get that, but they don’t love each other. They love each other… through God.” “Okay…” I tapped the edge of the table with my palms, glancing left and right at the other people in the chow hall, hoping we didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. “You know I’m one of the most religious people here, right? So I can do that too.” She shook her head softly, still staring down. “You think so, but no. You’re really smart Jason. Really smart. But even though you know God, you don’t have a relationship with Him.” “We’ve talked about this,” I tapped my foot anxiously. “I’m terrified of Him – for a lot of reasons. I’ve read Isaiah; I’ve read what He does on a whim. That doesn’t mean I don’t have a relationship with Him.” “But that’s why we’ll never go out and date. That’s why. Jason… you’re really smart. You can do anything if you set your mind to it, you know that?” “Uh huh. Yeah,” she was feeding me the same line every damned girl did at this damn college. I was so smart. But there was always some stupid reason they never wanted to get close to me. Was it because I wasn’t strong and buff? Was it my nerdy personality? Was it my social awkwardness? Who the fuck cared? It always ended the same way. “I know you’re going through a lot right now, but honestly, just give it some time and someday, somewhere, I know you will find the one God sends you to be with.” “Oh yeah,” I could feel my voice cracking. “I’ll just be sure to never love them, pray three times a day, and God will wave His magic wand and we’ll all be happily married with nine kids, right?” For the first time, she shyly looked up at me with her green eyes. She hesitantly reached a hand out to hold mine, but I shook my head, pushed my plate away, and stood up. “I’m sorry,” I said as I dodged her look. “I’m not hungry. I have to go.” “Do… do you want me to walk you home?” Was she fucking serious? “No, no… you’re fine Brandy. You’re alright…” I turned away from her and walked myself home. Hopefully, not too many people noticed the tears starting to slosh against my eyes. At “home” in my barren prison-cell of a dorm room, I turned my PC on and tried to play some Call of Duty to get my latest heartbreak off my mind. With barely any social life, gaming filled the woman-shaped hole in my heart better than anything. But not this time. Everything good in the world was grey. Turning off the game, I sighed and pulled out my Economics homework and turned-on my study playlist. By some damned twist of fate, “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” started playing. When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes. Fuck. What was I studying for? Why was I here? What was I thinking when I enrolled here at Biltmore College? Laughing through a fit of tears, I held my head and leaned against my desk. A women’s college opened-up to men as of two years ago. I thought I was so lucky when I was the only man who happened to do so. One man, twelve-hundred women, and somehow none were remotely interested in me. Oh, sure, I got lucky every once in a while – a nice conversation, good vibes, potential for something more – and then there was always a reason why it never worked. “I like you as a friend,” “I have a boyfriend back home,” “I like girls,” or “you’ll never understand; you’re a heterosexual white male.” I’d heard it all by now – and every time they’d comfort me with “Jason, you are so smart, but…” So here I was, trapped on an island campus, surrounded by beautiful women – all young, fit, and absolutely gorgeous – and not a single one was interested in me. What the hell was wrong with me? I eyed the bottle of dry gin between my desk and my bed. A few sips turned into swigs. Before I realized it, my half-filled bottle was already empty. Music blaring from my laptop was masking my soul-wrenching cries. Jesus screamed with me to the tune of “Gethsemane” from Jesus Christ Superstar. “I want to know, I want to know my God, I want to know, I want to know my God, want to see, I want to see my Lord, want to see, I want to see my Lord, if I die what will be my reward, if I die what will be my reward…” Why, of all songs, was this playing? It didn’t matter. I was crying so hard at the ceiling that I was laughing. I had no one. No sex, no love, no real friends… had I been lied to my whole life? Wait for marriage and all that… no porn, no masturbating, be patient… Fuck it! If this was what patience gave me, what was the point? I needed to take what I could get! Now! Stumbling to my feet, I dropped the bottle and staggered my way to my laptop. What was a good porn site? I had no idea… could I google it? No… Youtube. I could look up some stripteases. Or something. There had to be something… Nothing. Just some vids with still images. “Click below to see more.” Youtube really had purged itself of anything questionable, hadn’t it? That’s what everyone was saying… but fuck it. After several dead ends, I gave in and clicked a link, willing to accept whatever malware or viruses were attached. At this point, what did it matter? Livestreaming? Girls were livestreaming on here? Body parts bombarded me from all corners of the screen as I nervously clicked on one of the sexier-looking icons. This was far beyond anything I had imagined growing-up. The screen was black for a brief moment. My music stopped playing as the feed kicked-in. There she was. A real woman on the other end with a real body. She was a curly brunette, wearing laced, black lingerie, black lipstick, black eyeliner, and nothing much else. She leaned back with a sigh, reaching up to squeeze her C-cups with her hands, her black fingernails spread wide. Drunk courage should be kicking-in right about now, right? I decided to try faking it. “Uh…” I sniffed as manly as possible. “Nice.” “Do I have your attention?” she asked, sensually rubbing her sides as she squirmed in her seat. “Sure do…” I pursed my lips and reached down for my belt with a shaking hand. “Good… keep doing what you’re doing. Take hold of that cock and don’t let go. Understand? Stroke it slow… as slow as my hands. Keep watching them. Don’t look anywhere else.” “Y-yeah,” I shook with adrenaline. What the hell was I supposed to do in a livestream? How did masturbation work? “Keep going,” she leaned in with her smoky eyes, cleavage hanging below her as she reached behind her to undo her bra strap. “And don’t stop, no matter what. They’re watching.” “Wait, who’s watching –” “Don’t stop. They have eyes everywhere, but not ears…” she peeled off her bra and held it in front of the camera before chucking it. I gawked at her nipples. They practically stared back at me the way they pertly jutted forwards… “So someone’s recording –” “Shh. Listen carefully; I don’t have much time,” she fingered her nipples, tongue lolling as her fingers made slow, sensual circles. “Jason, none of this is real. It’s all an illusion.” Weird flex, but okay. I guess I could roll with it. “Oh yeah, tell me about the illusion babe…” “Think about it Jason. An all-girl college? On an island? And every single one of them is fit and thin?” “Mm. Yeah… the matrix. I’m going to learn kung fu…” “Pay attention to me…” she raised her arms and wiggled her body like a snake so her breasts wobbled in front of me. “You are cursed Jason. Trapped. I’m calling you from the outside. I’m going to help you escape, but you have to do everything I say.” “Anything, babe. Anything…” “Go to the log on the beach you like sitting on. When you reach it, you will see a striped rock. Dig under it and you will find what you need. I’ll be waiting…” And she was gone. The screen demanded that I create a profile and set up a monthly pay plan to continue. I stared down at myself. I never managed to fumble my fingers through my jeans. That probably wasn’t how masturbation was done. Whatever. I leaned back against my chair and stared at the ceiling, arms hanging limp towards the floor. Wait… how did she know my name? Or the log?
  23. Chapter 1: Always Need a Beginning I had finally finished moving all my stuff into my new room for my first year at the University of Connecticut. I stepped back and took a look around, the bed was perfect, my Alex Morgan poster was nicely perched up on my wall, the afternoon sun shining through the window gave the whole room a really nice vibe. I was ready for Freshman year. The dorm was set up to where I was going to be living with another girl in the same room but I had gotten to campus a little earlier than her. All of a sudden I hear a racking against my door. Standing in front of me was a happy looking girl, who was on the shorter side and definitely looked like she hit the gym. "Hi!!!!!!!" the girl said all too enthusiastically. "I'm your RA Kenzie and you must be Sasha." "Hi nice to meet you." I said back to her. I was really hoping she wasn't going to be this enthusiastic all year long. "Well, I just wanted to stop by and say hi really quick. I also wanted to point out that the Dining Halls won't be opening until tomorrow morning, but our Hall will be hosting our own little cook out at the quad this evening. Hope to see you there!" I really hoped everyone on campus was not going to be as enthusiastic as her. I shut the door as Kenzie made her exit, and boy she did have a nice body. Not that I was any slouch either, as 13 years of soccer will do wonders to a girl. As the door shut I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was 5 feet 7 inches and had auburn hair past my shoulders, slender face, washboard abs, and a nice tight butt. I had made a strong effort over the summer to continue to go to the gym, while of course mixing in my beach days, as I was looking very tan, although my Italian ancestors may have helped a bit there too. I decided I was hungry enough for a snack, since I wasn't sure what my plans were for dinner yet. I looked through my stash, lots of Poptarts and bingo, the package of Oreos. My favorite. I sat down with the package and tore through them. Before I knew it I had gulped down 5 of them and was looking for something to drink. I opened my fridge and grabbed some chocolate milk to was them down. Aww what the hell I thought, and grabbed 2 more before putting the package away. As soon as I got back up on my bed, the door opened and in stepped a girl around my height. Kara my roommate. As she entered the room I got a good glance at her. She was a little larger, not chubby but she definitely is what you would call thick. However, she did seem like she was pretty athletic in high school from what I had seen on Facebook, and she looked about the same as she did from all her pictures. It looked like she had gotten pretty tan over summer and her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. She was probably the closest thing to a Greek goddess that I have ever seen. "Hi" she smiled at me as she entered. "Oh my god, I absolutely love what you did with your side of the room." "Oh, thank you, hi I'm Sasha. Did you need any help moving in?" "Sure, that would be awesome. After maybe we can go grab some food too?" "Oh yes definitely, I just had a snack but I'm ready for dinner, there's a cookout down at the quad, but I have this strong urge to go to McDonald's." "Ok, sure that sounds great." she replied. After we finished moving Kara in, we headed out to McDonald's. Kara was telling me about how someone on her old high school softball team who was a sophomore here had invited both of them to a party later that night. I had to be honest, I wasn't a huge drinker in high school, actually almost never drank, but I was definitely excited for my first college party. We got to McDonald's and Kara had somehow talked me into a McFlurry to go along with my Big Mac and Fry. Coupled with all the Oreos I had earlier, I knew I was definitely going to have to go for a run tomorrow morning. The thing I learned about Kara was boy could the girl eat. I mean I ate a lot but this girl eats. She got the same thing as I did but added in an extra quarter pounder and 4 chicken nuggets. By the time we were done, we were both stuffed and headed back to the dorm, where in the common room we met a group of people, 3 guys and another girl. Jack, Chris, Ricardo and Stephanie. Jack Chirs and Ricardo were in a forced triple, but due to the nature of a forced triple, they had a large room. Stephanie came from California and you guessed it, she was pretty much the typical Laguna Beach prototype, tall, skinny and blonde. Gorgeous to top it all off. Jack used to play baseball in high school, but it seems like all the partying over summer break really caught up to him, as he was sporting a beer belly and we hadn't even been in college for more than 5 hours. Ricardo was from Mexico and promised all of us that he was going to make us many authentic meals. However, Chris was the one who caught my attention immediately. He was on the taller side and slender, but what really drew me too him was the Tottenham jersey he was wearing. Let's just say I was crushing hard from the start. We got to talking about soccer and one thing led to another and before I knew it, me and Kara had a pregame spot we had to get to before the party as they had invited us to their suite. Me and Kara went back to our dorm to get ready for the night's festivities. I decided to wear this tight pink minidress, as I really wanted to impress Chris. Kara decided on a hot red minidress that really made her curves pop. "Damn Kara, you're looking H O T!" "Aww thanks, but you're certainly not looking bad either. You really went out of yore way to impress Chris tonight huh?' "Impress Chris? I don’t know what you're talking about." "Okay hon, whatever you say. Shall we head out?" By the time we got to the boys' room, there were already quite a few people in there, swaying to the music. Jack saw us enter immediately and handed us both a bud light. "Drink up ladies! This is the first of many!" You could smell the beer on his breath and by the way he was moving around you could tell he already had a few in his system. Me and Kara started dancing around, but I wasn’t seeing Chris anywhere. In fact I didn’t see Steph either, and both of them said they were gonna be here. As time went on I started growing anxious, and Kara sensed that and kept grabbing beers for me. After a little the beer really hit me and I was already forgetting about Chris. It seemed like Kara had completely forgot about me because I saw her and Jack shotgunning beer, and she could not stop giggling at his jokes. I told her I was thinking about heading back soon, and maybe stopping and grabbing a slice at Husky Pizza. "You hold on", she managed to slur out. "Shotgun this beer with us and then I'll head out with you." "Ah what the hell." So we shotgunned the beer, and just as I was finishing up I see Chris with Stephanie draped all over his arm, they must have come back in the last few minutes. Kara sees this too and pulls me to the exit, and that's the last thing I remember from the night. ______________________________________________________________________________ I wake up to the brightest Sun that any human has ever seen. As I try to regain normal thoughts, wait normal? I'm spooning a pizza box at the moment… I open the box up and--nothing but the grease stain of what must have been a large pizza at some point. I look across the room and realize that I'm not alone. Kara, wait not just Kara… is that--Jack spooning Kara? You know what I'll worry about that later, in fact I'll worry about everything later. I closed the blind and fall back asleep.
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