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  1. Quick introduction. Hi there. I'm new. Never done this before. Just set up a deviant art page where I wrote and posted my first story. It was nice and quiet over there and I was having a lot of fun but wanted to share it around a couple other places to see what people thought. So yeah. Advice, critique more than welcome. Literally have never... ever... written anything at all about anything ever before.... sooo..... Special thanks to Flaming-Hades for "What does a Champion Feel Like", Woodsmont for the "Sculpting of Kate", and Enumerated_Bob for, well everything he ever posts. All three have been huge inspirations. The main reason I started writing was an inability to find enough stories that were up to the standard I felt was set by them and a very few others. http://avacadodo.deviantart.com/ So on to the story. I hope you like it, but don't spare your real feelings. Chapter 1. A Spring Homecoming Home. Vestiges of the season’s final crisp shower pattered a happy rhythm on the windshield of the moving van as it drove into the small rural town. It had been more than 4 years since Jim Butler had been here, but it was hard not to feel as if the town itself was happy to welcome him back. It was not just the nostalgia of old haunts and good times that made him smile, but a sense that something was coming that filled him with a breathless anticipation. The sun herself broke from behind cloud cover just as they pulled onto the drive of his new street, shining her exuberant round face upon the houses below. Her warm rays cut through the misty spring air like butter, dispersing the damp precipitation and promising a sweet summer to come. No one was out yet and in the stillness of the early summer sun it felt as if the whole world was holding its breath. By the time the movers had begun unloading, not a puddle was in sight. Only the flowers, planted in abundance at the Victorian house next door remembered the rainfall that had brushed their faces as the world came alive and rose to wakefulness. They reached for their round mistress in the sky with a yearning hunger, soaking up her vast munificence, as Jim and the movers heaved brown cardboard boxes full of his memories into the house. Jim was from here and though he had been gone pursuing his dreams for nearly a half decade now, he was happy to be back. Average of height and face with a rather rigid nose and mussed brown hair, he was of passable looks. Despite this, and the various dates, dinner parties, and acquaintances made in his time abroad, he was not romantically involved. After each failed date, he would tell the other person that he was just too busy for a relationship. Later, alone at home, he would find comfort in repeating the same thing to himself. The lack of romantic success however, was alleviated somewhat by a profound success in his profession. After helming a few successful projects at work, he had decided it was time to try something new and used his earnings to form his own company. It was a risky move, but the status quo was boring. Besides, the risk came with its own benefits. It had allowed him to move home and put a deposit down on a house of his own. He had picked out a simple little one story place with a lot of windows and a small yard situated in an upscale neighborhood. Humble, but sturdy and clean, the enclosed space and basement provided him with all the room he needed to work and live in. They were unpacking his van and moving things inside when he heard a feminine voice called out, “Jim? Jim Butler, is that you?” He stood up from the box he was bent over, eyebrows arched in surprise at hearing his name. “Yes?” he asked dumbly. And then he saw her, and the still anticipation of the world broke around him. “Jim, it’s Caroline.” And yes it was her. Caroline Goodwin, an old friend and sometimes crush from summers past. They’d worked the mall food court every summer during their college years. Though they had attended different universities entirely, they always somehow found themselves returning home to live rent free with the parents while working and talking about the future. They had made a pretty good pair. He was 5’6” and she was 5’ 4”, he an introverted thinker and she an extroverted gym addict but both dreamers with grandiose idea about the world that they enjoyed sharing with each other while they shared one another’s time and company. She had been a petite little thing; a dancer and it showed when she moved. She was always so graceful wherever she went, with a bounce to her step and an almost unconscious shimmy to and fro, even when she was standing still. Though, as a previously mentioned gym addict, she was also an unabashed foodie, taking full advantage of her job at the food court to sample any and everything. He vividly recalled her bare midriff from those summer days, tight and tan from dancing and sun. After the first summer working together they were inseparable when together. There was certainly a mutual attraction, but there was work and then college separated them and neither wanted to mess up what they had in the short amount of time they had together. Besides that, they both openly and animatedly discussed their individual dreams and plans for the future and those plans very clearly diverged once college was done and these summer jobs were finished. She had wanted to join a famous dance company like the New York Ballet and travel the world. He wanted to run off and join an engineering firm and build large amazing things. So they flirted, they teased, they held hands, but that was it. Their own fierce respect for the other’s friendship and knowledge that they couldn’t start a relationship without ruining the others dream or giving up their own stopped it from ever going beyond that. When he had received his job offer, she congratulated him, they had celebrated over some cheap champagne. A few weeks later he left town and that was that. He promised her he’d look her up on Broadway one day and she rolled her eyes and said she would be sure to send him tickets to the Ballet when she made it, since he obviously needed some schooling on the differences in the fine arts and would probably never find it himself if he couldn’t tell the difference between ballet and show dancing. It was a chapter in his life he thought was over. Yet here she was, leaning against the fence of the big Victorian next door holding a large watering can and sporting a huge crooked grin, apparently unaware of the rain that morning. Leaning over the fence between their yards, her face the same pixie fine features and blue eyes he remembered. She waved and called out again. “Jim, what are you doing here?” “Caroline!?” Jim hollered in joyful surprise. His face lit up as he recognized her, and he stepped over to talk. “Caroline! Wow, it’s great to see you. What are you doing here? Don’t tell me.” He motioned to the large house behind her with a questioning look in his eyes. “I live here.” She said with a shrug and a smile “I work for the owner and take care of things for her. It’s a big house and has its own dance studio. Besides, you know me, I love the old architecture.” She leaned back, holding onto the fence with one hand and shook her head in wonder. “But my question stands, what are you doing in this area Mr. Butler?” she raised a plucky eyebrow. “I thought you had moved on from your humble beginnings never to lay eye on suburbia again. When did you get back in town?” “Today actually.” Jim admitted. “Believe it or not, this is my new place.” He motioned to the smaller, more compact house to the left of hers. “I believe that makes us neighbors.” Caroline widened her eyes in earnest surprise. “Wow, really?” Her face relaxed into a bemused smirk as Jim scratched his head and offered a sheepish apologetic face.” “I swear I had no idea you lived here.” He said. Caroline laughed at that. “Well you can’t fight serendipity I guess.” She said, and looking over to his truck of things, carried on with “Well I can see you’ve got your hands full right now, and though I’d love to catch up I have to get to work myself. Want to come over for dinner and drinks tonight? You can return the favor once you’ve had time to get settled in.” “Yeah, sure. I’d love to.” He replied, nodding and scratching his head. “I’m sure I’ll need a break from unpacking by this evening.” Caroline turned to walk away and Jim did as well, but not before he noticed a few differences in his old friend’s figure as she moved out from the cover of the fence. Caroline had always been partial to crop tops, and for a moment he thought that’s what she was wearing. After a moment he realized it was not a crop top but a regular tee, and the cotton must have caught on the fence. The sheer size of her abdomen caused the shirt to catch most of the way up, revealing a monster pot belly exposed for all to see, where her old washboard abs used to be. Jim was lucky Caroline wasn’t looking his way anymore. Her attention on the flowers, still basking in the glow of the radiant sun, which prevented her from seeing his jaw drop at the revelation of the unexpected change in girth of his friend. Was she pregnant? No, it couldn’t be. Her belly bounced, jiggled, and danced just like her feet as she moved gracefully through the garden tending to the hungry plants. Pregnant bellies aren’t pliable like that at all. He’d seen enough to know what they looked like. It was definitely not a baby in there, it was just an astonishing amount of concentrated lard. Jim couldn’t move for the next 30 seconds as he took in the foreign sight before him. It was strange. She was completely as he remembered her; thin, delicate, and pixie like in every way except now, beneath her breasts a big fat bouncing belly was hanging over the waistband of her pink yoga pants. She didn’t seem to realize that it was completely exposed now as she went on about her morning chores, and he stood frozen in place watching what felt entirely too much like a confused fever dream. Suddenly recalling the earlier spring shower, Jim jolted back to reality and moved a step back towards the fence and raised his voice, “Oh, Caroline, if you weren’t aware, there was quite a bit of rain this morning. You probably don’t need to water them all that much. I imagine the soil’s pretty wet under the top lair.” Hearing this, she glanced back smiling. “Well thanks for letting me know but its fine. There’s no such thing as too much of what’s good for you, right?” she asked and slapped the side of her clearly overfed gut, proof of the philosophy’s application in her own life. “R-Right.” Jim said, a slight stutter interfering with his speech. His eyes stuck pointed downward to that thunderous slap against bare skin, drawing inexorable attention to the changes in the once self-proclaimed gym rat. If he hadn’t already been red with exertion he would probably be flushed with embarrassment right now. Hearing the crack of the slap much louder than it should have sounded, feeling the unexpected skin on skin contact, and coming to the dawning realization that her t-shirt was not covering her bulging gut nearly as well as she had presumed, Caroline’s own cheeks went bright pink. “On second thought, I’m sure the rain did its job just fine and the flowers are fine. Everything is just fine and,” she trailed off. “Well uh, I had better get inside.” She squeaked finally, abandoning the watering can and beating a hasty retreat indoors. Jim could do nothing but stare in consternation at her exposed pot belly as it jiggled madly during the scramble back into the safety of her house. What had he just seen? Shaking his head to clear it, Jim got back to work. Her shimmying belly bounced and jiggled on repeat in his head the rest of the day. Chapter 2 First Summer’s Night With a last languorous blink across the town, the sun slipped beyond the edge of the horizon allowing evening to flex her waiting arms and embrace the land like a lover. As she departed the sun breathed a parting kiss upon the west wind. The effect was small but profound as the last of spring’s briskness evaporated into memory, melted by the sun-kissed wind as it rustled quietly through the streets. Summer was here in full and you could practically feel the whole world humming in hungry anticipation with the changing of the guard. The moon was full and the memory of day was strong even in the night. The summer breeze carried the memory of the sun in through the window and caressed “Oh wow, what time is it? I was supposed to meet Caroline for dinner.” Jim exclaimed patting his pockets down feeling around for his phone frantically. He had become cognizant of the time for the first time since the movers had left, only just as the light winked away for the last time through the window. Deprived of reason to keep working, his brain cued up the recent memory of this morning’s close encounter of the chubby kind, while he hunted for his time piece. The vision of the mad jiggling mass he had witnessed bouncing above the belt around his neighbor’s waistline continued to dance through his head much longer than it had in reality. After a long moment of vivid memory playback, he shook himself from his reverie and pulled his phone from his pocket. “8:30!?” He shouted, in shock. Swearing under his breath, Jim collapsed onto the sole clutter free chair in the house. He ran his hand through his hair as he considered his rather limited options. He could probably order pizza since Caroline had almost definitely eaten without him by this late hour. “She probably thinks I stood her up on purpose after this morning.” He mourned. That was really unfortunate, as he was really looking forward to catching up with her again. Massive weight gain notwithstanding, he had been thrilled to see her and if they were going to be neighbors he had better at least try to recall their friendship. Did he want to go? That was the real question. He thought of her grossly jiggling bulging stomach and winced. Then he thought of laying in fields three years in a row, watching fire works together and talking about future aspirations. Moments shared, that were precious to him. Especially now after all these years. What had happened to that girl? She must have gained 50 pounds and on her tiny frame and it really showed, especially considering it apparently wasn’t going anywhere but to hide her formerly perfectly toned abs. Whether it made him uncomfortable or not, he couldn’t stand her up or make excuses. She knew him too well for that and whatever was going on, she was still his friend, even if they hadn’t spoken in more than 4 years. Decision made, he stood up and walked next door. The night was cool but comfortable as summer’s first warm breeze drifted lazily through the air. The flowers outside the Victorian house were still. An owl hooted somewhere in the distance. He stood staring up at the house for a few more minutes, then walked up to the door and knocked. At first he thought she might not be home, but finally he heard the sound of feet running towards the front of the house, and the door opened. It was Caroline. This time she was wearing something far less revealing than the too-small t-shirt from this morning. He noted it was a black hopelessly tried to accent her boobs in a more traditional fashion. It was unsuccessful. The black was not slimming and that pot belly was just too vast to disguise. “Jim!” she gushed. “I was afraid you weren’t going to be able to make it after.” She didn’t finish the sentence but the memory of a hand slapping an exposed fat belly went through both their minds at the same time. “Well, I thought you might be too busy.” She finished lamely. “I’m so happy you came though!” she said, bouncing back with a smile before giving a sheepish grin and in an apologetic tone said “I’m afraid I got started without you.” It was dark but even in the dim light, it was easy to see her cheeks were flushed from alcohol. “Ah, yeah it’s been more work than I realized getting moved in.” he laughed “I haven’t even gotten much unpacked yet, and I completely lost track of time. I hope you saved me some dinner though. I’m famished after all the work!” “Yes, of course. Come in! I didn’t have much appetite tonight so there’s still half of the lasagna left. Let me show you to the kitchen. I have a table set up in there.” Jim’s eyebrows climbed as she widened the door to admit him. Did that comment mean she had eaten half a lasagna as a light dinner? The thought fled his head before he could consider it in too much detail though, as he panicked, realizing he was not going to be able to avoid contact with her protruding stomach as he stepped into the house. If Caroline’s cheeks had been flushed from alcohol before, this second infraction from her intruding jelly belly set her face aflame. The two jerked apart and stood awkwardly looking away from each other fumbling for words for several seconds. Caroline violently smoothed her black camisole down, trying to hide the plump underbelly that had shown for a moment as the fabric had caught. She was praying that he hadn’t noticed. He had. Caroline finally broke the silence with a mumble under her breath of “Sorry it, uh, gets in the way sometimes.” “I’m not disturbing the owner by being here so late am I?” Jim interrupted desperately. Like a drowning man being thrown a life preserver, Caroline grabbed onto the question and began reassuring her friend profusely as she broke their awkward silence and she began to usher him through the house. “No, no! Not a chance, I promise. None at all.” She took a deep breath and smiled again. She was beautiful when she smiled. “Mrs. Taylor likes her privacy and sleeps up on the third floor. She won’t be able to hear anything from us once we’re in the kitchen. You couldn’t bother her if you tried. I promise” She turned and led the way towards a large kitchen at the back of the house. Following, Jim tried to compose himself. He had thought it would be easy to act normal, like old times, but he seemed to be hyper aware of her added thickness for some reason and the fact that it kept inserting itself in the middle of their social interactions made it even more difficult to ignore. Coming into the kitchen itself, Caroline motioned to an old thick dark wood table, indicating he should sit down. “Let me go ahead and pull out some food for us. I’ll have to warm up the oven to reheat the food but there’s beer in the fridge you can help yourself to.” He grabbed a beer and then a second and a third as she fired back up the stove and practically made a new meal, chattering happily at him about the wonderfully inconsequential happenings of the town and him responding by speaking about the challenges of moving with her. It was getting late by the time everything was ready but the smell was amazing and the conversation excellent, so he didn’t mind that much. As they dug in, an amiable silence drifted over them and they smiled goofily at one another over mouths busy with consuming food. She had served him a large plate of thick cheesy lasagna surrounded by heaping mounds of mashed potatoes and gravy, along with another beer. More than enough to satisfy the appetite he had worked up over the last seven or so hours since lunch, moving boxes, he noticed she had served herself an equally large plate despite her comment about eating while waiting for him. It was accompanied by a bottle of wine, which she had been working on since before his arrival from the looks of it. Silent chewing went on for some time, interspersed with the occasional small burp or groan of satisfaction. Jim couldn’t get over what a good cook Caroline had become. From the way she acted, neither could Caroline. When at last they were done eating, Jim stretched back in his chair and moaned his appreciation. “I’m stuffed! Where did you learn to cook like that Caroline? I don’t think I’ve ever had a lasagna that good. And the mashed potatoes, next time just give me the potatoes in the gravy boat.” Caroline blushed at the compliments and buried her face in her wine glass after murmuring an embarrassed thank you. Taking the opportunity while she was distracted, Jim’s eyes drifted covertly down to catalogue the changes, or rather singular large change, in his former co-worker. In the wake of the meal, her pot belly was even more defined on her petite little body than before. The thing pooled up and lay thickly across Caroline’s lap. It didn’t just stick out a little but rolled over her waist band to cover a surprising amount of her legs. He noticed that though while she was standing the pot formed one large protruding curve, when she sat it rolled over itself to form an indentation around her belly button. Jim’s imagination involuntarily began to picture just how low her belly might hang between her legs if she were to spread them. Realizing the last thing he wanted to be caught doing was staring at the literal elephant in the room, Jim yanked his gaze away before it could linger too long. There was something inexplicably captivating about the sheer size of her belly when compared to the rest of her pixie like form and he couldn’t yet tell if it was revulsion or attraction that fascinated him so. “To unexpected reunions.” He said, raising his beer for a toast. “And memories of a rather fantastic friendship.” She smiled and raised her glass to the toast as well, tossing back the last of her bottle and leaning back in her chair. He couldn’t help but return the easy smile sprawled on her rouge lips, but at the same time he became keenly aware that her movements had shifted the black shirt she was wearing and it was no longer fully covering her very large and very full tummy, revealing a milky white slice of perfectly shaped blubber. As she placed her glass back down on the table, he realized he had better leave and digest not only the delicious food she had served him but his confusing feelings on the new Caroline too. He opened his mouth to say as much but she spoke first. “You look really good Jim,” she said. Was that a note of wistfulness in her voice? He couldn’t help but notice the tone, even distracted as he was by her stomach sticking out of her over stressed shirt. “Well thanks, I’ve kept up with the workout routine you helped me develop. You might not believe it but I’m actually sporting a six pack these days.” Distracted as he was, he had just responded on auto pilot. His six pack was actually a fairly recent development and he was still very proud of the accomplishment and liked to brag about it when he could. Calling any attention to the abdomen at this point however, was a mistake. He realized this as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Looking down at her own momentous middle, Caroline gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, “Well good for you. I’ve developed the opposite of a six pack. You can probably tell but I’ve replaced the gym habit with a crippling donut habit while you were away.” She looked quite glum as she proceeded to poke a finger into the side of her pot belly as she spoke. Jim had always found Caroline attractive but his general taste in women had never extended past the traditional Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover model. As her finger disappeared up past the second knuckle, however, he felt a jolt and this time stared fascinated for a few seconds too long before jerking himself back to the present. “I need something else to drink.” Caroline stated abruptly. By this point, the alcohol was sinking in and as she stood up to fetch a bottle of rum, her belly shifted too, bouncing out to its former shape. Recalling his plans to leave futilely, as his attention was caught by the new movement of her unconventional curves, this time he simply couldn’t look away. Caroline moved around the room, fetching a few bottles of pop to serve with the rum before sitting down and pouring them both mixed drinks. “Yes Jim, I got fat.” She sighed. “How are you doing? I know fitness was always such a big deal for you.” He said, demeanor changing from lighthearted to one of concern. “I’m doing fine,’ she responded, sipping her rum and coke. “It’s hard to explain. My plans for joining a dance company didn’t work out. I got a job at a bakery. It didn’t do any favors to my figure. It’s fine.” She didn’t sound fine. She sounded resigned. “Caroline, you were an inspiration to me. I am not exaggerating when I say you taught me everything I know about staying in shape, and I know how passionate you were about dance. Surely you haven’t given up on that dream.” “I was also passionate about food, if you remember.” She smirked at him ironically “It just caught up with me. And no, I didn’t give up dancing, but I couldn’t make the professional cut like I always talked about so I had to find something else to do. I make a good living at the Bakery and make up the rest by taking care of Mrs. Robin here. She even has a dance studio here on the second floor and I don’t pay rent. I thought feeding people was a good way to make a living but I ended up doing a lot of feeding myself along the way. My figure just didn’t seem as important and I was so busy that I dropped my gym habit but I didn’t drop my food habit. In fact it got worse.” Her long tousled brown hair hung curled in ringlets around her face as she looked down into her glass, the idea of tears dancing behind her eyes. Jim’s eyes alit once more, unbidden upon her soft globular gut. Caroline’s shirt had ridden up again on one side and a slice of fair creamy skin showed, like a thickly portioned wedge of fluffy white birthday cake. He tore his gaze away, unsure of his own feelings. This was not the girl he had once known. Life had pulled this wonderful girl down from the aspiring dance professional she had envisioned with him on lazy summer nights like this half a decade ago. Confusing feelings about her unlikely curves aside, he had a responsibility to help here if he could. “Well look, I definitely need some friends again now that I’m back in town. Why don’t we hang out more like this? You could join me at the gym just like I used to with you. You’ll be back in shape in no time.” Caroline looked up, appreciation apparent in her gaze, any threat of tears retreating before his kindness. “Ah but it’s more serious than you think. It’s not just the lack of an exercise buddy that’s made me go to pot,” she wrinkled her nose and leaned forward conspiratorially, mood moving from sad to silly. Jim couldn’t help but notice the way her belly rolls bunched up over themselves as she drew closer, alcohol heavy breath hot on his face as he leaned forward to meet her halfway. “I have a confession to make Jim, but you have to promise not to tell.” Her face became faux serious as she looked him in the eye. A capricious wink gave the act away though. “Your secret’s safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die.” he swore, smiling and winking back as he made the appropriate cross over his heart. Again she shifted, this time leaning in even closer. Jim caught an eyeful of cleavage as he moved in with her. Internally he remarked to himself in relief that her belly wasn’t the only thing to have softened. It wasn’t much, but she must have gone up at least one cup size in the breasts. It was just so disproportionate from her middle that you couldn’t tell at a glance. He was gibbering to himself. He needed to stop obsessing over her new curves and pay attention to what she was going to say. Her voice was husky and her breath danced hot across his cheek as she whispered in his ear, “Jim, I just love to eat.” Laughing, she leaned back all drunk silliness again as she moaned. “Even if we exercised every day, I’m not sure I could stop eating. You would not believe the amount of donuts I can put away. Really, it’s my own fault I’m so fat. I just can’t say no to a cupcake or a pastry and I’m surrounded by them all day.” She lamented. What was wrong with him? He knew nothing good could come from challenging her but he felt helpless, caught up in an intoxicating whirlwind of alcohol and pent up attraction to not only his old crush’s abrupt new curves but also to Caroline’s casually wanton attitude towards her own gluttony. He felt himself slide over some invisible cliff and into uncharted waters as he responded to her boast, egging her on. “Come now, you exaggerate. You have to have some self-control left.” Jim said. “There’s no way you could eat even a single donut after that dinner.” As if she had been waiting for the challenge, Caroline’s eyes flared in response. “I am not even remotely joking. I’m fat because I can pack it away in here. I can easily drop a dozen of those little cakes a day. Believe me, the calories add up and I am addicted.” She said and stuck out her ridiculously disproportionate jelly belly and slapped it on the side, initiating a wave of jiggles that lasted for some time. Jim neither moved nor spoke until the waves she had caused stopped. This was getting decidedly out of hand, he thought. He knew she was a competitive spirit. Was he really going to push this? “Caroline,” he scoffed. “No offense, but you are tiny. I know you like to eat but I couldn’t eat that many after a good workout and there’s no way you could do that on the daily.” The old competitive glare shone in her eyes as she forgot her woes in light of this new challenge to her eating prowess. “Care to put your money where your mouth is, Mr. Big Shot?” She stood up, a little unsteady as her balance was now very off center and she wasn’t exactly sober, but her graceful feet carried her easily across the kitchen to her cabinets. “I happen to have some pastries from work right here and I think you deserve to see just how serious a problem I have before you make any promises about working out at the gym with me Mr. Butler. So lay your bets.” She turned around and gave him smoldering eyes. Looking into those challenging blue sapphire eyes, Jim realized how much he had missed her and how much he had missed times like this. Abort! Abort! He thought frantically. “No way, you’ve already had a huge meal. It wouldn’t be fair.” He asserted, but it was too late. She wasn’t about to let this go. “I see that look,” Caroline crooned in false sweetness, “but you started this and you are not getting out of it. I’m going to give you an up close view of exactly what this belly can do.” He met her challenging look and narrowing his eyes replied “Okay, I bet you can’t finish the dozen and if I win you have to go on a date with me.” She looked taken aback and then suspicious, “A date? Jim, I… God I wish you’d asked before I blew up like this.” He bit his lip, wondering if he had overstepped his welcome, not daring to mention the fact that he found her over abundant curves rather intriguing. She had pulled out a dozen glazed donuts from her pantry. They looked to still be rather fresh and she stared at them thoughtfully. “We bake these in the morning and they never sell out by nightfall. The fact that I have an unending supply of free fluffy pastries is reflected in the fact that I am now so fluffy myself. If you want a date, Jim you had better witness the real me here tonight.” She said it with a steely determination he had not expected after his confession. “If I win, she said, you still get that date, but instead of the gym you take me out to eat every day, and I get to order as much as I want. Deal?” His eyes widened at the prospect, but he nodded. What was she playing at here with that bet? Did she really not care about regaining her old body? Did she want to get fatter or something? But then he didn’t have time to wonder as he was taken in by her beginning to eat. It was quite the display. She set into them as soon as soon as he nodded his agreement to the terms, eating the thick icing frosted donuts like they were air. None of it went to waste as she bit, licked, and sucked down every single piece of pastry. She wasn’t kidding, he realized. She could really pack it away. Before he knew it all 12 were in her and she sat there licking her candy coated fingers and looking a little exhausted. He was astonished. “Want to make it double or nothing?” Caroline asked, devilishly as she wiped white glaze frosting from the edges of her full mouth. “What? No 2 dozen? That’s not humanly possible.” Jim said automatically. He was enamored by the sight in front of him. There she was, his old dancing crush plush and round beyond his wildest imagination, engorged on donuts and lasagna and like a playful kitten asking for more cream, insinuating that she could handle even more. “Let me be the judge of that.” She said, pulling another box onto the table and grunting quietly as she sat back down. Her poor petite feet struggled to remain graceful under the weight of the dough-filled belly it was trying to support. “What are we betting this time? He asked, stunned beyond any further words. She held up two fingers in response. Around a mouthful of sugared dough she explained, “Two restaurants a day if I win. If I lose, we’ll work all this off at the gym your way. Either way it’s a date.” “Done.” Jim said. Caroline smiled, fox like. She said nothing more as she continued to eat, steadily but at a slower pace now. Jim had nothing left to say either. He could just wait to see how their future was going to turn out. She was on her 18th donut and Jim just sat there stunned and drunk. He could hardly believe this was happening. The night’s events had him incredibly turned on and he couldn’t for the life of himself figure out why. He just went with it. “See,”she said pausing between bites. “There’s a reason I’m so fat. Rethinking your proposal to help me work this off yet?” Jim stood up at the prompting and pulled the box of pastries away from her. “Stop it Caroline. Damnit, you don’t have to do this to yourself. I’m serious about the gym, I can help you through this. You don’t have to eat anymore to prove your point. I understand you have a problem but you’re hurting yourself!” Her eyes hardened as she looked up into his eyes, her taut domed belly, stuck out like a pregnant woman’s, the shirt ridden up leaving it half exposed to the warm night air. Her eyes flashed a challenge at hearing his remarks and she jerked the box of calories back towards herself, grabbing another one defiantly from the tray. Her breathing was becoming labored as she stuffed it into her mouth and wolfed it down. She grabbed another one. “You don’t get it Jim, I’m a fat girl now. I’m obese. I’m huge. I’m a fucking beached whale that just can’t stop eating. I’m a fat girl that can eat 2 dozen donuts in a sitting. No one normal does that. People think I’m pregnant when I go out in public. I have to shop on the maternity isle. My gut has gotten so disproportionately big that I can’t even go to try outs for lower level dance companies anymore, without making a fool of myself.” She turned away from Jim’s steady gaze, and looked back at the remaining donuts, a mad gleam in her eyes. “And I can’t stop eating. I’m not the girl you used to know.” Finishing her rant she proceeded to angrily stuff the last half dozen in her face to prove her point, choking them down in record time. Jim let her finish as they stood, holding one another while she completed her gluttonous ritual. Finally swallowing the last bite, she collapsed her weight into him, panting and flushed. She paused for a moment, before looking up into his face, looking for disgust or pity and ready to deflect that with anger. He was looking at her. “There I won.” She said, completely out of breath. “You see what a pig I’ve become, and I’m not going to stop Jim. Do you still want that date? Do you still want me?” He looked at her tumbling brown hair and delicate cheeks. He took in her rosy cheeks and full pouting lips, dusted with sweet frosted donut glaze. They were standing so close that she couldn’t help but lean her over abundant softness into his lean muscle. He was still holding her up. Her little unchanged pixie face looking up at him defiantly, expecting him to leave, shout, or turn away. She was a disgusting mess. A pig of a woman. But he looked down at her and saw the same girl he had always known. The passionate and adventurous dancer. The friend who loved to listen to his own silly dreams. His dates had never lasted while he was away at school because he had already fallen in love and just hadn’t known it. Here was his love, and what were a couple of pounds? Okay several dozen, and in an odd place, and she sure had an odd fixation here but damn if he didn’t love this woman and he couldn’t ignore that any longer. “I’ve missed you.” He said. And swept her up in his arms and kissed her sugary lips. It was midnight, the dawn of summer. Their kiss seemed to last forever, each hungry with 8 years of unfulfilled appetites. Softness and strength touching and feeling the other, lust shimmering in their sweat and skin. Finally they came up for air. “Yes, I’ll take that date.” Jim breathed out, his breathing ragged. "I can't promise I won't get bigger." Caroline said, slim fingers from one hand running across Jim’s firm abs while the other hand tentatively groped his crotch, confirming a stiff erection through his pants. A smile dawned across her face as she felt him up. "Just so we're crystal clear." "I guess I'll just have to get used to it, then." Jim said, returning her smile and hefting as much of her massive stuffed gut in one hand as he could manage. It was going to be an interesting summer.
  2. WELCOME TO Curvage Casey's Weight Gain Story! Hello my friends ❤️ Where do I begin? This has been HIGHLY requested ever since I brought it up a few months ago. Many of you know my story and have requested it in written form. I have always loved reading weight gain fiction, it's one of the first areas of this fetish that I dabbled into long ago. I met @WaluigiFan001 online a few months ago. His writing has continued to captivate me. He is one of the nicest, most talented guys I've come across and I'm honored to call him a friend We have been working together on this collab for a long time and are preparing to share a chapter series with you of the true, detailed timeline of my weight gain journey. In the meantime, I am going to be sharing some of my favorite excepts from him to hold you over for now ❤️ I HIGHLY suggest following along (click follow above). You do not want to miss these updates as the story unfolds. This thread will be strictly for this story ONLY. If you want to follow my other thread with pictures, chatting, and more click here ----> Curvage Casey's Thread If you want to cum to my clips click here ----> Curvage Casey's Clip Store XOXO. Love you guys so much and cannot wait to share this with you. Thank you @WaluigiFan001 for making this dream come true! GUEST SUBMISSIONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME ❤️ TABLE OF CONTENTS Teaser #1 [by @WaluigiFan001] Teaser #2 [by @WaluigiFan001] Chapter 1 [by @WaluigiFan001] Chapter 2 [by @WaluigiFan001] Chapter 3 [by @WaluigiFan001] Chapter 4 [by @WaluigiFan001] Teaser #3 [by @ddongchim] Teaser #4 [by @ddongchim] Chapter 4 [by @WaluigiFan001] Chapter 5 by @WaluigiFan001
  3. Hello friends! I am please to present to you the first chapter of a joint project between myself and berserker1133. The idea for the story was all his and he's doing the illustrations while I'm doing the writing. Weight gain stories with illustration are one of my prime pleasures in life, so it's incredibly exciting to be able to be a part of this collaboration. My devart page: http://avacadodo.deviantart.com/ Berserker1133's devart page: http://berserker1133.deviantart.com/ There's a lot more coming. We've got the whole story plotted out, so stick around! Comment! Shout out what your favorite parts were, who your favorite girl is, what you want to see happen, and all that good jazz. I look forward to the journey ahead. So without further ado, Part 1 – The Caged Bird It was mid-morning in Miami and ribbons of golden sunlight streamed through the windows of a modest flat in south central Miami. At the focal point of the room, dusky skinned prima donna Daniela “Pajarita” Garcia lay on the floor in the sunshine, feet comfortably crossed in the air behind her while she worked on a sketch. She was doing her best to focus on the drawing and ignore her flat mates altogether, as she really did not want to talk about what they were here to confront her over. She felt the drawing expressed her feelings more eloquently than words ever could and was content putting her energy into finishing it while she got her feelings in order. If her audience got bored and walked away in the meantime, well, all the better. Daniela was an elegantly formed raven-haired beauty of 22. With Latin blood running thick through her veins, she was a slim but shapely 125 pounds. She sported a prominent bust which curved out in tantalizing perfection and a bottom which, while not as impressive as her top, more than filled up the capris and jean shorts she was partial to. Daniela was a vain pretty little thing with emerald green eyes which were alarming large when framed by mascara, legs that were somehow longer than you would think at only 5’6”, and perfectly manicured pink toes set like pink pearls in her tanned feet. As bespoken by her art, Daniela was a very visual person. Her life’s philosophy could be summed up in three words; “Show, don’t tell.” She firmly believed this approach simplified a complicated world. A casual observer might deduce this just from her mode of dress. Plainly put, Daniela did not have a modest bone in her body. Each morning Daniela would turn her artistic sensibilities on herself, treating her body like a canvas. She was always sure to show as much skin as possible, highlighting her curves and the smattering of intricate tattoos inked across the contours of her body. She also went to great lengths to tastefully display as much cleavage as she could get away with, a controversial decision made out of pure vanity after a particularly bold member of an art class for which she was posing nude, her sophomore year, had likened her bosom to a brush stroke from the legendary hand of Michelangelo himself. She had pretended the comment did not faze her, but it had inflated the already large ego of the young woman considerably. After the required credit hours had been fulfilled she found herself volunteering for the position whenever possible, paid or not, addicted to the thrill of exposure. Getting back to the present, Daniela put the finishing touches on her drawing before pulling herself up to a cross legged position, finally ready to address the self-appointed intervention squad composed of her two best friends and flat mates, Lizzie and Chloe. If they had had waited this long, she wasn’t going to escape their well-meaning concern by trying to ignore it away. “Daniela, you can’t drop out of college.” Lizzie, said in a matter of fact voice. As the de facto leader and momma bear of the group, she could be very no-nonsense when she wanted to. All three attended the Miami Art Institute, pursuing different majors. Lizzie was studying under the department of Photography. She was the tallest of the trio at about 5’9” and probably the heaviest at 190 pounds, but in an athletic sort of way. She had been swimming competitively for a decade, and though it was now more of a hobby than a sport for her, she retained her thicker swimmer’s build, especially in her wide set hips. Though the most business savvy of the trio, she let her artistic anti-establishment colors show with a cobalt blue streak through her long brunette hair. “But Lizzie, I don't need college to pursue art.” Daniela responded. “These past few years have been fun but I haven't learned anything here that I couldn’t have learned on my own.” She turned to look at the other girl in the room. “Chloe, you’re attending Culinary School at the institute. You’re learning practical skills and the degree at the end will get you a job. For me, that paper at the end is all but meaningless. As artists we have to blaze our own trail, regardless of degree or not. If I had known this when I was 18 I wouldn’t be here.” "You could say the same thing about my major." Lizzie retorted, miffed at her friend’s implication. "Yes but you enjoy it Liz. Let it go, college just isn't for me. I'd rather stay at home and be lazy. This day is absolutely beautiful. How can I possibly miss it?" "Every day is beautiful. We live in Miami." Lizzie said, her face deadpan. “Shut up!” Daniela cried, “You know what I meant.” she stuck her tongue out at the taller woman. “I mean, you know, carp are a dime so we should seize the day or whatever and buy some fish.” “Wait, what?” Chloe, who had been quiet up to this point broke in looking confused. “What are you talking about?” “I think she’s trying to say Carpe Diem?” Lizzie said with the correct pronunciation, delighted incredulity breaking through the stern look of concern on her face. “Yes, that.” Daniela replied. “God! This is why I draw. There’s never any confusion with art.” “There’s always confusion when it comes to art Daniela.” Lizzie replied, between giggles. “It’s called interpretation. But back up for a minute. Can we just appreciate the moment for a while longer?” She stood up and threw open her arms before declaring in a faux serious voice ‘Carp are a dime’ so make sure you seize the day!” Upon finishing the declaration, she immediately collapsed back into the couch giggling hysterically. “Buy fish, Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that. I guess being of Latin descent doesn’t give you an edge on actually speaking Latin.” Seeing the intervention train derailing, Chloe interrupted before Daniela could respond. “Look Daniela, I understand the points you’re trying to make but you only have one year left to go. You have to see the value in finishing when you’re this close to the goal.” Chloe was the shortest and roundest of the three, weighing in at 185 pounds but standing at only 5’2”. She had short strawberry blonde hair done up in pig tails with thick bangs shading her eyes and a pair of stylish glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She was generally accepted as ‘the cute chubby one’ by her friends for two reasons. First, there was the matter of her chubby belly and thick bosom which proceeded her wherever she went, and then there was her method of dress. Chloe didn’t like to show off skin in the same way that Daniela preferred to, but she was not shy about it either. In fact, rare was the day she was not parading around in a miniskirt and long thigh high stockings of some flavor. Today she was pairing the usual miniskirt and thigh highs with a filmy white dress shirt, stretched tight around her bosom and chubby belly. Several buttons were left undone down her front, displaying a generous portion of tantalizingly creamy cleavage. Happy to shift attention away from herself, Daniela turned to face the other girl. “But Chloe,” she said, with a feigned hint of surprise. “You’re the last person I thought would fight me on this. What about your plans for me to give up this life of study and toil and start a career as a professional model?” Teasing mercilessly, she pursed her full lips and delivered a breath taking pout. “Did you change your mind?” “Wh-what are you talking about?” Chloe stuttered, taken aback. Daniela batted her long thick lashes, heavy with mascara, and projected false innocence and naiveté as she held the confused Chloe pinned to the couch with the intensity of her gaze. “Don’t you remember Chloe? I thought you wanted me to, oh, how did you say it?” Daniela paused and licked her lips as if fondly recalling a particularly delicious meal. “Oh yes, that’s right. You wanted me to ‘Surrender my body to art.’” She said the phrase slowly, lingering on the words ‘surrender’ and ‘body’ as she ran her hands down her curves, gradually transforming her pose from relaxed to slinky and seductive. It was a subtle thing, but the effect was not lost on Chloe, whose eyes drifted down like magnets to rest on her friend’s teasing cleavage. Daniela closed the door to the trap. “Weren’t those your exact words?” Chloe froze like a deer in the headlights, realizing her eyes were in the worst possible location to make any denials. She opened her mouth to protest but words refused to come out as instead she blushed a deep crimson red. Chloe had never hidden her preferences for the fairer sex from her two closest friends, but one drunken night of truth or dare recently she had been a little too forthright about her admiration for Daniela’s Latin heritage, divulging some rather private fantasies. In the morning none of them had spoken about it and she had prayed Daniela had been too drunk to remember. Considering that she had just quoted one of the more memorable lines, apparently that was too much to ask for. After a few moments of silence, Lizzie coughed, drawing Daniela’s attention away from the flustered Chloe. Chloe flashed a grateful look to Lizzie, thankful she was being spared further humiliation. “Daniela, we’re trying to be serious here. We’re concerned you going to make a decision you will regret.” Lizzie began again, attempting to steer the conversation back on course. “The only thing I regret is not thinking of this sooner.” “Dani! Please!” “Okay, all right.” Daniela grumbled. “Look, It’s not like I didn’t think about it a bit before I decided to just up and drop out of the college scene. I know I was just teasing Chloe about it, but I actually find the idea of modeling kind of appealing. I’ve already done a bit of modeling up at the college, for the art classes there, and I really enjoyed it. Besides, how hard can it be with a body like this?” She thrust out her chest at the last comment and looked lovingly down into her cleavage. “Wait, what? You’re not joking?” Lizzie looked dumbstruck. Daniela looked back and nodded sincerely. “Yeah, I’m serious.” Lizzie leaned back into the couch at hearing the firm honest tone in Daniela’s voice. “Wow.” Was all she could muster in response. A few minutes passed while they digested this new development. After about five minutes of silence, Lizzie turned to address the wide-eyed crimson statue that Chloe had become. “This is all your fault Chloe. I hope you’re happy.” Chloe opened her mouth to respond but all that came out was a shrill squeak. She quickly shut it again and did her very best to become completely invisible. “Look Daniela, that’s a big step, but girl we’re in this together. If that’s what you really want, we can do it. You can use the flat as a studio. I assume Chloe won’t mind.” She looked over to Chloe for confirmation. Chloe shook her head vigorously, still not willing to trust herself to speak. “I can work with you to shoot a few sets and help you develop a portfolio. But if I do this, I want you to agree to two conditions.” Growing excited by the prospect Daniela nodded her head for Lizzie to continue. “One, if this doesn’t work out in a year, we sit down again like this and see what it would take to get you to finish your college. Two, you have to get a job in the meantime.” She stated firmly. “I support you going out there and striking out on your own, but if you aren’t going to get your degree you need to know what it’s like to work.” “A job!?” Daniela cried in dismay. “Ugh, isn’t the whole point of quitting college to be able to relax for a change. Don’t you know my favorite activity is laying around doing nothing?” “It’s not negotiable girl. Do we have a deal?” Lizzie asked. “God okay, I’ll get a job.” Daniela said, throwing down her pencil and standing up to walk over to the dining room table and grab one of the chocolate cake pops displayed in the middle. “Ugh, why is life so hard Lizzie? I only ask that my every whim and desire be attended to while I pursue my art. It worked for Marie Antoinette, why not for me? Am I asking too much?” “You know you’re a spoiled little bitch, don’t you?” Lizzie said, grinning at the would be model. “But I’m your spoiled little bitch, Bitch.” Daniela responded with a feline smile. “Yes, now fix Chloe. I think you broke her.” Lizzie commanded. Finishing off her cake pop, Daniela ran over to comfort her mortified flat mate throwing her arms around the back of her neck. “Aw Chloe, don’t be upset. You know I love you. I am actually really flattered that you think so much of me, and I hope you’re pleased that I’m pursuing your idea.” She gave the girl a quick peck on the cheek before lowering her voice into a husky whisper. “Besides, I’m kind of taken with the idea of using my own body as a canvas. It’s kind of sexy, don’t you think.” She purred. Still red as a beat, Chloe clearly thought the idea was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. Or maybe it was just the fact that Daniela was resting her impressive boobs on her shoulders while she hugged her from behind. Regardless, she still had not managed to form a coherent answer when a pillow came flying across the room and smacked Daniela full in the face. “Oh my God, stop teasing her will you? You’re embarrassing me and I’m not even over there.” Lizzie complained, looking somewhat flushed herself. Giggling, Daniela gave up teasing her flat mate in exchange for another cake pop, or two, sitting back down at the table. “Wow these are so good! Mmmf. Did you make these Chloe?” Daniela said around a mouthful of cake and gourmet icing. Chloe nodded, thankful for the topic shift. “Yes they were for my baking class. I experimented a little before coming across something I wanted to submit so I left the others out for everyone to enjoy. Do you really like them?” Daniela grabbed another few cake pops from the bowl. “Mmmf! Yes! I have no self-control when it comes to your treats. I guess we’re lucky you decided to take summer classes without us. What was it Marie Antoinette is famous for saying?” “Let them eat cake?” Lizzie asked quizzically. “Was that it? Well that’s not quite what I had in mind. My motto is closer to ‘Let me eat cake,” or alternatively ‘You can never have enough cake.” “Oh my God, I can’t believe how bad you are at references.” Lizzie moaned. “You’d better be careful though, cake makes you fat you know.” Laughing, Daniela scarfed down another cake pop. “Me, gain weight? Never! Not only am I pretty sure I have a second stomach for desert, but Chloe would never let me get fat! Remember?” She changed her tone of voice to something more slow and sultry and fluttered her eyelashes suggestively. “Chloe wants me to be her personal pin-up model.” “Oh my god Daniela you are incorrigible,” Lizzie said, throwing the other couch pillow at her friend’s head. “Leave the poor girl alone! I hope you get fat so I can tease you as much as you’re teasing poor Chloe! If you want to be spoiled rotten so badly go find a boyfriend and leave poor Chloe alone!” Daniela dodged the second pillow and swallowed the rest of her cake pop in one gulp as she turned her attention to Lizzie, eyes gleaming. “Never! I’ll be skinny and beautiful forever! And it looks like you’re all out of pillows Lizzie. That means you won’t be able to defend yourself when I do this!” On the last syllable, she ran across the room and leapt on her friend tickling her mid-section mercilessly. Lizzie tried in vain to escape the tickle attack, screaming in laughter and smacking Daniele on the behind in an attempt to make let her go. Sitting and observing from the safety of the couch, Chloe watched her two best friends wrestle and scream with laughter on the ground. Despite the embarrassment, the last 15 minutes had been like an erotic fantasy sprung fully formed from her dreams. She felt flush and hot, imagining the lithe girl rolling around on the floor putting on pounds and growing fat from laziness and indulging on treats she herself had baked. Chloe didn’t dare move, lest she give away how aroused she was at the moment. She was immeasurably grateful that the details of her forbidden fantasies hadn’t slipped out during her drunken moment of over-sharing. The teasing today had been bad enough as it was. Composing herself and tucking away the experience for later review, Chloe bit her lip guiltily. Surely it couldn’t hurt to play act her fantasies like this more often. Daniela was greedy and spoiled enough that it wouldn’t take much prodding from Chloe to get her to play along. Yes, she would have to make a point of baking treats more often and ‘accidentally’ leaving them out for Daniela to find. A couple more incidents like this should fuel her fantasies quite nicely for some time. She wouldn’t go overboard and actually make Daniela gain weight or anything. No that would be wrong and immoral. She’d just have a little fun at her friend’s expense. A couple of tempting treats here and a stuffed belly there. That wasn’t so bad was it? After all, Daniela obviously didn’t have any qualms about having fun at Chloe’s expense. Chloe pulled her stockinged feet up to her chest and hugged them tightly to her, eyes memorizing every detail of the events taking place on the living room floor. The tickle fight on the floor gradually devolved into a breathless wrestling match between the two friends. Being generally larger and thicker than her opponent, Lizzie finally managed to flip Daniela on her back and began tickling her in retribution. The tangle of limbs and shouts of “Uncle! Uncle!” lasted a few minutes more before the two of them collapsed laughing and out of breath. Sweaty from all the exertion, both lay panting for several minutes trying to recover their breath. Lizzie finally broke the silence. “So what type of job do you think you are going to get?” Daniela took a moment to respond as she thought about it. “I don’t know. Do you have any suggestions?” Lizzie, turned to prop herself up by her elbow as she responded. “Well, what do you want to do?” “I don’t know. I don’t really want to do anything I guess.” Daniela shrugged. “Well there’s always fast food.” Lizzie said. “If you don’t want any commitments, maybe that’s the route you should take until you figure out what you really do want to do. They’re always hiring.” “Mmm, well hopefully I won’t have to do any of it for long. I’m sure the money will pour in once the modeling business takes off. Speaking of fast food though, I could definitely use a bite.” Daniela said, rubbing her stomach. “Didn’t you just eat like five cake pops?” Lizzie asked, raising an eyebrow. “How are you still hungry.” “Hey now, that was desert. Desert doesn’t count. I still need to eat something substantial before we got out dancing tonight. Besides, I’ll burn off all these calories and more tonight and laying around the house makes me hungry.” “Fair enough. Let’s eat.” Lizzie responded. “Chloe?” Chloe nodded and went to stand up, but then narrowed her eyes. “Hold on, if you guys think I’m going to make you two lunch after that teasing earlier, you’re in for a surprise.” “What? No!” Daniela cried in alarm. “Please forgive me. I’m so sorry. You know I didn’t mean any of it.” “Hey! What did I do?” Lizzie asked indignantly. “Nope! You guys both owe me after this morning.” She closed her eyes and turned her head away. “But Chloe, my lunch won’t be nearly as tasty as yours is. Come on, forgive me, please?” Daniela begged, crawling to her knees and pleading. “Maybe you’ll remember to appreciate my culinary talents next time you decide to make me blush.” Chloe said, letting her flat mate squirm for a few moments longer. “What can I do to make it up for you. Anything, I swear!” Daniela entreated. “Anything?” Chloe opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow, visions of all the fattening things she could serve to her friend for lunch floating through her mind. “Anything!” Daniela swore. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” “Well, ok.” Chloe acquiesced, feeling intensely guilty. Daniela bounced up in delight and the two made their way to the kitchen. Chloe began gathering the fixings to make lunch, while Daniela hovered over her shoulder snagging bites of food from behind her. Chloe only made a few half-hearted attempts to discourage her from snacking before lunch was served. While they worked in the kitchen, Lizzie got up and began to straighten the living room, restoring it to its pre-wrestling match state. As she picked up the couch cushions scattered haphazardly about the floor, she paused seeing the corner of a scrap of paper sticking out from under the couch. Bending down to retrieve the sheet, she realized she was holding the drawing that Daniela had been working on so intently before their talk. It had been slightly crumpled from their tickle fight so she had to straighten it out to see the full picture. It was a shockingly beautiful depiction of a bird resting in an intricate cage. It looked like it might be the same type of bird tattooed on Daniela’s right arm, actually. Quietly, Lizzie slipped out of the living room and into her bedroom, where she pinned the piece to her wall. Daniela might be lazy, spoiled, and vain, she thought, but she was really an ingenious artist.
  4. I remember reading a story on FF a while back called "A Shake in the Fridge," or something to that effect. I was wondering if anyone else remembered it. I was also wondering, if by a miracle, someone had it saved somewhere, or had access to it online. I actually like that type of magic weight gain story. I actually wanted to access the story to improve upon it. The story's plot could be summarized like this: a girl has a magical shake in her fridge. She drinks the contents of the shake and makes a wish to gain to 600 pounds. She does, and reveals her new self to her boyfriend. He freaks out at first, but somehow she convinces him to gain to that size as well. I hope someone out there has this quirky, yet interesting story. Please and thank you to anyone who can help.
  5. Hi everyone! So today I went to a cookout with a lot of my extended family for Memorial Day. Something kind of unexpected happened with my cousin and I thought it was interesting so I decided to share with you guys! (Also I’m not a writer so don’t judge grammar/creativity it’s just a true story lol) — Also If you don’t know me I started gaining about 2 1/2 months ago (unintentionally with quarantine...it’s a long story) but anyways I have always been very thin with a flat stomach so now that I’m a little chunkier and have a new belly I knew my family would notice. When I arrived to my cousins house I was already getting ready for some comments on my new weight. Considering I’ve gained a good 20 pounds (and counting 😏) since before quarantine. I wore some jean shorts that are definitely a little tighter now than they had been last year giving me a little bit of a muffin top and a pretty regular shirt. My shirt was pretty stretchy so it fit almost the same besides the round outline of my belly showing through the somewhat thin fabric. I said hi to all my cousins and family that I hadn’t seen in awhile. No one really said anything negative about my weight/how I looked. My aunt looked at me and said “you look cute!” and that was it. Pretty soon it was time to eat. I loveeee cookout food! Hotdogs, hamburgers, pasta salad, potato salad, watermelon, lots of chips and desserts! 😋 I made my first plate with a heaping portion of everything and one hotdog and one hamburger to start. I easily shoveled down that plate. I got up to go get seconds - this is when I noticed one of my cousins. She’s a pretty average weight not super skinny but definitely not chubby - average with a little pooch if you know what I mean. Now that I’ve gained some pounds I’m a little chunkier than her maybe by like 10-15 pounds but not that much. She works out often and usually watches what she eats very very carefully because she used to be a little overweight but I noticed she made herself a decent sized plate - almost as much as mine - which is rare for her. Usually at family gatherings or holidays she hardly eats any food. I watched her eat her first plate almost as quick as me! When I went to go get seconds I heard my mom say “you already finished your plate?” as most people were still eating their first plate. I just smiled and said “yup!”. My cousin followed quickly after me to get seconds. We both got some more food - I got more chips, pasta salad, another hotdog and another hamburger while just grabbed some chips and potato salad. Once again we ate pretty fast. I told myself that might be enough and maybe I should slow down as I felt my mom glaring me eating my second helping. I could feel my belly pressing against my tight jean shorts, especially when I sat down, and I knew it was probably sticking out a bit more than before. I loved this feeling and went back to the table of food without even thinking about it. I grabbed another hotdog and a huge helping of chips. My cousin didn’t fill up her plate a third time but she kept eating a few chips off of my plate every now and then. At this point we both had very visible food b**s, mine sticking out further than hers by a couple of inches or so. My belly was clearly peaking out of my shirt at this point but I liked it. A muffin top was very visible as I sat down in my too small shorts and even visible when I was standing. After I finished that plate I was extremely full and I knew she was too. Her belly was peaking out of her tank top quite a bit. She leaned back in her chair and made a moaning noise like she was full. Then I watched her hands start to rub her round stomach. I was shocked, in awe almost. It made me want to do the same so I secretly began to rub my belly underneath the table. Then to my surprise she lifted up her shirt exposing her giant food baby! I couldn’t believe it! Still rubbing her belly, one of our other cousins slapped her belly and said, “damn that’s quite the food baby!”. Her cheeks got red with embarrassment but then she kind of just started laughing. To make her feel a little better I said, “Okay but have you seen mine!” and lifted up my shirt exposing my growing belly. Her eyes widened a bit not truly realizing just how much I had gained. She slapped mine too and said, “my god what have you put in there?!”. Just then my grandma came out and announced it was time for dessert. My cousins and I looked at each other and smiled. She was known for her famous chocolate cake and I couldn’t wait! My cousin who had shamed our bellies said, “I don’t know if you guys need any of that...” We were laughing but she started to look a little serious. I looked at her and said, “are you kidding?! There’s no way I’m not eating some of grandmas cake!”. We laughed and went inside to get some cake. I started with a pretty big slice while my cousin just cut herself a small normal sized piece. It looked like she was trying to slow down a little. When my cousin and I went back inside to get another slice it was just us in the kitchen while everyone else was still outside talking and eating. She looked at the cake and goes “I know I shouldn’t...” but her hand picked up the spatula to shovel another slice on her plate. I just kind of laughed and said, “okay but when’s the next time we get some of this cake? I’m not waiting until thanksgiving for more of this!”. She knew I was right and started eating her second piece in the kitchen. I figured this was a good time to eat more cake anyways since no one was in here... she looked at me staring at the cake and said, “hey I won’t tell anyone if you have another piece...”. I cut another huge slice and literally shoved it in my mouth. It was so good and chocolately I just wanted to eat the whole cake. She started laughing at me and said, “damn I didn’t know you were that much of a pig!” I made a shocked face pretending to be offended and then just started laughing. The rest of the cookout was mostly just visiting with family and playing games. My cousins and I usually play some volleyball so after cake everyone wanted to play. As a former volleyball player I love to play but I was feeling kind of full. I joined in anyways but my shorts kept riding up my ass every time I would move or jump to hit the ball. Not to mention my shirt kept coming up as well. I tried to pull it down multiple times but there really was no use. It would just go right back up. My belly was practically hanging out at this point jiggling each time I hit the ball. My cousins food baby was peaking out as well and bouncing a little as she played. I had to take a break a few times because I was getting a little winded. When I was taking a break my grandma walked over and saw my round belly very visibly hanging out of my shirt. She looked down and said “looks like you had a little too much cake dear!”. She was laughing and I don’t think she meant it to be a rude comment. I smiled and told her it was my favorite how could I not have a few slices! That was pretty much the end of the cookout. I’m still kind of shocked at my cousins new appetite - not at all judging her bc clearly I’m doing the same thing (well actually eating even more than her haha) so I’m sure my family was shocked at my new appetite as well! It’s just kind of crazy to watch because she has always been so careful with what she ate. Even when I was slimmer I still ate pretty much anything I wanted just with more moderation than now. I’m still not sure why she’s begun to eat so much. Maybe the same way I started, maybe quarantine, added stress, relationship problems, I have no idea but I kinda want to find out. I’ll keep you guys updated if I find out why or have any other stories! Also let me know what you guys thought/if you liked it!
  6. **Author's Note: This is a teaser to a story I posted on Deviantart! If y'all want to check it out it's under the same name for the story and my profile name is the same like here as well!** Description: Alison works at a gym near where she goes to school. Due to an accident she has to leave. Alison gets hired at Jack in the Box and the pounds begin to pile on... Diary Entry 07/22/17 Today Roy and I said our goodbyes. We figured we would simply text each other, or rather he would text me once he left. I mentioned this before in a previous diary entry, but Roy had been accepted into this college across the country. We ended our year long relationship just like that, in a peaceful yet mutual agreement. I never thought I would be in this position with him after meeting him at the gym where I work at about a year ago. I think it's been a great, crazy year though. I had a lot of fun with him, sex was amazing. He even encouraged me sometimes to cheat my diet and gorge a bit. I'm really going to miss Roy, but I know that this the best for the both of us. I guess in the end he's just going to be another ex boyfriend or girlfriend that wasn't the one. sincerely, Alison Alison closed the Day One app on her phone and grabbed her things to go to work. Alison had been working at her local gym to help support her tuition at USC in California. She worked part time there as to keep her sanity between balancing work and school. Getting into her cute little Honda Civic, she started her car and headed to work. Arriving through the front sliding doors she waved 'Hi' to her coworker Betty. Alison made her way to the counter to check in for work. "So how are you hun?" asked Betty, with concern on her face. "Eh I've been better. I think I need some distraction from all of this," Alison said as she signed her name on the check in sheet."Girl, if I were you I wouldn't worry for finding another man! I mean look at yourself, your literally one hot Mexican Momma! You seriously got ass for days!" Alison couldn't deny it she did have a spectacular ass, and working at the gym helped a ton to keep her physique in check. She took the compliment and smiled at Betty in a thankful look to her. Alison headed her way to go to her morning trainer area where she was scheduled to train someone. Alison arrived and to her trainee and began her morning program. Five minutes into the program Alison did a very wrong movement on the treadmill, tripped, bent her her ankle in an awkward position and fell off the treadmill machine. "OOWWW," she yelled. People around her, including her trainee tried help her get up, but to no avail. "Please, just put me down. It hurts to much keep standing on it." Alison was sent to the emergency room and was released later that day. Only she had a severely broken ankle and crutches to go with it. The next morning she got a call from work. "Hello?" answered Alison, wondering who was on the other line. "Ali, it's me Troy. I heard what happened yesterday. I'm really sorry, and it's unfortunate that it happened to you. I was calling to see if you're doing any better?" asked Troy, her boss, also the owner of the establishment. "I'm doing a bit better, but Troy I wanted to talk to you about something. Well concerning my job," said Alison hesitantly. "I'm really sorry but I don't think I can come back. I got hurt pretty bad, and the doctor said I'll be out for at least a month." "Damn, that's really a shame," said Troy with great sorrow. "I guess we'll have to mail you your last check. Seeing of course that you can't come down here with out tiring yourself out." "Yeah I think that'll be the best thing to do I'm really sorry it had to come to this Troy. You know me, I loved it there," Alison replied. After talking everything over from her having to quit her job at the gym, Alison hung up the phone and lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. In just twenty four hours she broke up with her boyfriend, broke her ankle severely, and to top it off she had no other choice but to leave her job. Which she very much enjoyed. Suddenly her belly started to protest in hunger. She grabbed her crutches that were set on her nightstand and struggled her way to the kitchen. Alison lived on her campus at USC and got along very well with her roommate. Both Alison and her roommate Vanessa shared a lot of things, even food. Despite Alison's gym addiction, she was opened up by her ex, Roy, that she should indulge in fattening delicacies every now and then. That was the case for her breakfast. Even though she just wanted some fruit she only found things like left over meals from previous nights. Such as pizza, cookies, chicken wings, you name it. Alison settled for some donuts, she then rested herself down on her couch and began eating. Diary Entry 08/17/17 It's been almost a month since everything that happened. I started looking for a job last week, but no call backs yet. My ankle has gotten better, but I feel like I've gotten pretty lazy. I think I'm eating more now than before, I noticed my clothes are getting a little snug. I don't think I'll ever say this out loud to anyone but, I kinda like it. I've always been so uptight with my body, but now I like indulging with extra foods. I like eating more than I usually do, and I'm kinda aroused by it sometimes. The feeling of having my belly full, and tight over my shirt feels sexy to me. Like I said though, I would never say this to anyone. Besides I'm pretty sure it only a few pounds, like 3 or 5 at the most. sincerely, Alison Alison was actually very, very wrong. This last month she has eaten more and more everyday. Her once toned abs and arms were now shapeless and getting flabby. But the one thing that was a positive, at least to her. It was her ass that grew even more. Alison's butt was already nice, round and large, due to her Mexican genes. Now however, it was growing at quite the alarming rate. Since Alison had become accustomed to wearing sports attire. She would always wear joggers, shorts, or leggings to be comfortable. With her ass growing rounder, jigglier by the day. Her clothes looked fantastic on her now, to say the least. Toward the end of the month Alison had gotten her cast off and was completely healed. Her eating however, well let's just say it grew along with her waistline. On a random mid afternoon, Alison got a call from an unknown source. Cleaning her fingers from the great, greasy chicken she was eating she answered the phone. "Hello?" answered the little blimp. "Hi is the Alison Perez? I'm calling from Jack in the Box, and wanted to know if you wanted to set up an interview?" "Yeah sure, when can I come in?" asked Alison struggling to get up from the couch to sit upright. "Does next Wednesday work for you?" asked the young woman on the other side of the line. "Wednesday works for me. What time should I arrive?" Alison asked, without realizing her belly was poking out of her gray tank top. "Get here before 10 in the morning and we'll get started," said the woman on the phone. Hanging up the phone excited, Alison got up from the couch and went to her room. Entering her room she saw herself in her mirror. She saw her belly coming out from beneath her tank top. Alison came over closer to her mirror and surveyed herself. Since she was home alone Alison lifted her tank top over her modest gut. She rubbed her hand in a circular motion just once over her flabby belly. Alison pinched and grabbed her belly, and shook it. Surprisingly she was not mad, shocked or even worried of her newly formed belly. In fact she kind of liked it, just a little. Alison bit her lip as she shook her belly and held it with both hands. She felt pleasure build from near the top of her vagina and she shook it more. "Uggh," moaned Alison softly as she grabbed her gut and jiggled it in front of her mirror. Alison was really getting horny now and proceeded to her bed. She plopped down onto her small twin bed. Alison rather ravenously took off her black shorts and matching panties. Immediately going for her pussy, Alison instantly felt that it was drenched. Growing even more turned on, Alison reached over to her nightstand drawer and grabbed her vibrator. Before going back and pressing it on her wet, almost squirting vagina, she saw a pack of Oreos on her roommates nightstand. "She won't mind," thought Alison going over to get the cookies. Laying back down she multitasked between stuffing herself with the delicious, fattening Oreos, and rubbing her clit with her vibrator. "Mmmph fuck this is so hot, I feel so fwucking fwat," Alison said while chewing with her mouth stuffed. She pressed harder on to her wet pussy and felt another wave of ecstasy crawl up her whole body. Reaching her point of no return Alison orgasmed hard as she soaked her bedsheets and finished her pack of Oreos. Dropping both her vibrator and empty pack of Oreos she laid in her bed for a moment with her eyes closed. After a second or two Alison ran her hands over her stuffed mountainous gut while looking at it smiling slightly. "I think I can get used to this sort of lifestyle. But it'll be our little secret, right tummy?" she asked as she patted and slapped her engorged belly.
  7. Hello all, I've started posting this story in segments on Deviantart over the past few weeks, and I thought I'd post the links to the first three parts here. It's a story about a violinist from England who comes to America and yknow, the rest is what you'd expect I suppose XD. Thanks! https://www.deviantart.com/fatadmirer7044/art/Sonata-I-Prelude-WG-815084739 https://www.deviantart.com/fatadmirer7044/art/Sonata-WG-II-Allemande-815728774 https://www.deviantart.com/fatadmirer7044/art/Sonata-WG-III-Sarabande-818168637
  8. I am looking for a story where a hot "well behaved“ (e.g. never burps or if she burps she is ashamed) girl gets fatter and increasingly loses her manners e.g. she burps more often or doesn‘t care about her looks A bit like „Fail better“ from berserker1133 thank you
  9. Hi all, I always liked the classic weight gain story "Kim" and was inspired to try my hand at writing my own.. coming up with completely new characters and setting for a first story seemed a little intimidating, so I wrote a tribute to the original "Kim" story - the events take place about one year before. This is the original: And here is my story - I hope you enjoy! Sucking It In at the Beach Stacy was always nervous at the beach - especially when Kim was around. Although she was one of Melanie’s best friends and one of the most popular girls in school, Stacy had just one small problem… While all of her friends and the other ‘high status’ girls at Westwood high had picture-perfect bodies with large, full breasts, round asses and flat tummies - Stacy did have the first two, to be fair… but the lean, rock hard abs? Not so much. Rather than the flat stomach that Melanie or Kim had, Stacy had a little pooch - a slight gut, a little tanned pot belly poking out in front of her that she could never seem to get rid of no matter how hard she tried. Most of the time this wasn’t a problem, because Stacy knew how to hide it with clothing like high-waisted jeans and looser shirts - and by sucking in her stomach. Because she was a popular girl, of course she had to dress sexy most of the time.. and to accommodate this she had also recently started wearing a waist-cinching girdle. So between the high-waisted bottoms, looser tank tops and the girdle on ‘tight top’ days, Stacy managed to conceal her little ‘secret’ from rest of the student body. The girdle was a lucky find too, because Stacy wasn’t sure but it kind of seemed like her belly was actually getting bigger… She was truly worried because at Westwood high, image was everything. Kim, the ‘Queen Bee’ of the school, was also the hottest. She had her two retainers, Ashley and Jenna, who followed her around everywhere, doing her bidding. After Kim, Melanie was next up in popularity. Now don’t get it twisted - Melanie was HOT - but she had never quite been able to outdo Kim in terms of popularity. The haughty, mean, stuck-up blonde was just too good at the social manipulation game played at Westwood High. Stacy was best friends with Melanie and their third friend Britney. Collectively they made up a group to rival Kim, Ashley and Jenna, but had always been second in terms of social status. Melanie wanted nothing more than to oust Kim as the most popular girl in school and take her place - ideally humiliating her somehow in the process - and since Stacy was Melanie’s loyal follower, that’s what she wanted to do. The rivalry between the group was often the main subject of gossip at Westwood High - besides Kim’s latest Instagram selfie, of course. So, enough background - let’s set our scene: It’s “beach day” at Westwood High, almost exactly one year before the events of the “Kim” story… “Come on Stacy, don’t you want to come in the water?” From her lounge chair on the beach, Stacy heard her friend Britney calling but pretended not to hear. She was lying flat on her stomach, pretending to read a book but really terrified that her social obligation would require her to get up and walk around.. potentially revealing her chubby belly for all to see. Stacy was wearing a sky blue bikini (pink was reserved for Melanie) that highlighted her smooth, round ass and pushed up her boobs to create enticing cleavage. It wasn’t those she was worried about though - it was her belly. Trying on her bikini that morning it seemed to have grown even more, and she could just barely hide it by sucking in. She had hoped she could just lie down and no one would notice.. and that the day would pass by and everything would go back to normal the next day at school. If only she could be so lucky.. “Stacy!” she heard a much sterner voice now - it was Melanie. “Come on, we need to take some pictures. Look at what they’re doing.” Melanie motioned down the beach to Kim, Ashley and Jenna. Armed with a selfie stick and a brand new iPhone 6, Kim was dressed in a tiny bright pink bikini (somehow even smaller and brighter than Melanie’s), posing provocatively with Ashley and Jenna and pretending to have fun while constantly glancing around to make sure everyone was watching her. Stacy almost rolled her eyes, but stopped herself. Melanie was playing the exact same game. And, she expected Stacy to be a part of it. “Um,” said Stacy, “Can’t we just..” “No!” hissed Melanie, “This is the most important year for the upcoming prom queen! Well, uh, besides next year but you know what I mean!” This time Stacy really did roll her eyes - like most popular girls, Melanie wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. After a lot of convincing, Melanie finally convinced Stacy to get up out of her chair. Sucking her gut in as hard as she could, Stacy stood up and followed her friend down to the shoreline. “Oh God..” she thought, “I hope everyone’s paying attention to Kim and not me..” Holding in her belly with all her might, Stacy made it down to where Britney was waiting with a selfie stick of their own. “Come on!” said Melanie again, “Pose like you mean it girls!” Pulling in her stomach, Stacy rehearsed the set of poses the girls always did together while Melanie snapped away. Hand on hip, butt and chest out. Kissy lips, bend forward. Britney and Stacy on either side, kissing Melanie on either cheek. They had gone through about 8 poses, and Stacy was struggling to keep her stomach sucked in. Suddenly, a voice behind them spoke in a haughty, conceited tone, “Well, well well, what have we here girls?” It was Kim, of course, flanked by her lackeys Ashley and Jenna. Kim had acquired an ice cream cone since Stacy had last seen her, and was standing with one hand on her hip, chest and bum out and her stomach sucked in. With her hip jutted out and perfect long blonde hair flowing out behind her, Kim wasn’t afraid to flaunt her tanned, lean body on the beach. Ray Bans on, lips pursed and face fully made up (at the beach!), the stuck up queen of Westwood High looked every bit the picture perfect model. “We’re taking picture, Kim” said Melanie aggressively. “And they’re going to be even better than your trashy selfies!” “Oh yeah?” replied Kim, “You really think so?” As the girls started whipping up drama, a small crowd had gathered around the two groups on the beach. The students were always hungry for more gossip and the latest story. “Here’s why I know your pictures are going to suck.” said Kim, confidently raising her voice so the growing crowd could hear. Oh God.. thought Stacy, still desperately holding in her tummy. It was quivering a little now, as she tried not to let the strain show. “It’s because of Stacy,” said Kim cruelly, and Stacy’s eyes widened and a look of shock appeared on her face. “Can’t you tell she’s sucking in her gut?” The crowd - now quite large and including most of the students on the beach - gasped at the accusation. What! Stacy, one of the top ranking girls in the social hierarchy at Westwood, had just been accused of having a gut? All eyes turned to her, as several students took out their phones and started texting their friends about what was happening. “What?” gasped Stacy weakly, still trying desperately to hold her belly in with all eyes on her. “I’m not, uhh,” she stuttered, “I’m not..” “She’s not sucking in anything Kim!” said Britney hotly, totally unaware that her friend was struggling harder by the minute to keep her belly pulled in. “How dare you say something horrible like that!” “Oh yeah?” said Kim, stepping forward to take centre stage in the middle of the circle. “Let’s just wait and see…” Kim crossed her arms and started tapping one foot on the sand.. giving everyone a good look at her tanned, perfect body. Behind the sunglasses her eyes were firmly on Stacy’s trembling stomach. The circle of students looked on, eagerly waiting to see how this next piece of drama played out. See, besides being the hottest girl in school, a big reason Kim managed to stay Queen Bee was because she was just so incredibly mean. She had perfected the ability of singling out her rivals in front of a large group and attacking their weakest points - often completely humiliating these poor girls in the process. (Kim also did it to lower status girls too, especially fat ones when she felt like having some fun. The haughty, stuck up blonde couldn’t get enough of bullying those below her.) And now this was exactly what she was doing to Stacy. Not only would this embarrass her terribly, but it would put a serious dent in Melanie’s bid for prom queen and the next level of social popularity. Stacy’s face turned red as she could barely hold it in any longer.. her stomach trembled with the effort and she wished she had done more sit ups.. she sucked in with all her might but knew it wouldn’t be long now.. Melanie looked dumbfounded, realizing that her friend had been holding in a belly this entire time. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw her chances of winning prom queen flash before her eyes.. It was only Britney, often seen as the ‘dumb blonde’ of the three, who was eyeing the large root beer float Ashley had in her hand and quickly devising a plan.. Confidently surveying the scene, a smirk began to appear on Kim’s face, knowing she was about to completely humiliate her top rivals best friend. The crowd around the group was huge now, as students prepared their phones to take pictures and videos of what was about to happen… Stacy’s gut trembled one last time, before… There was a sudden flash as Britney dashed forward, grabbed Ashley’s large cup of soda and ice cream out of her hand and then - SPLASH!! She emptied it in Kim’s face! Everyone froze. For a minute, they couldn’t believe what had just happened. A second later, the crowd exploded with noise and movement - they were shocked. But as surprised as they were, NO ONE was more shocked than Kim. Drenched in sticky pop with vanilla ice cream sliding down her chest, the haughty blonde now stood frozen in the middle of the circle, her expensive sunglasses hanging lopsided on her face and her perfect hair dripping with soda into the sand. The crowd burst out laughing - no one had expected this! Kim’s mouth fell open, a stunned look frozen on her face. As she gradually came to her senses, she realized slowly what had happened, and looked around to see that Stacy, Melanie and Britney had disappeared. Shock quickly turned to anger, as Kim realized that her plan to humiliate her rivals was now ruined. Then, seeing the smartphones snapping and filming around her, Kim began to turn a deep shade of red.. a stunned look of surprise still on her face, Ashley and Jenna hurried in with a towel to dry her off. -------- By this time, Melanie, Stacy and Britney were now back up the beach with their things. During the noise and confusion, Melanie had quickly ushered Stacy through the mass of people and out of the spotlight. Stacy had let her stomach out at the last minute - she really couldn’t hold it any longer - but it didn’t matter now. No one had even noticed, and it was all forgotten now amidst the spectacle of Kim getting drenched with a root beer float. Stacy pulled on a loose tank top, turning to Britney. “Oh my God.. thank you so -“ “Girl.” said Britney, stopping her mid sentence, “Isn’t that what friends are for?” They all burst out laughing, as Melanie switched on her phone. “Hey girls,” she said, “check this out -“ At the top of her Twitter feed, for all world to see - was a picture of a flustered Kim standing frozen on the beach, soaked in sticky pop with white vanilla ice cream all over her face - her carefully prepared hair and makeup completely ruined. Britney checked her Facebook - it was the same, just this time in video. They re-watched the event together, giggling as Kim was totally humiliated in front of the whole group - beaten at her own game. Not only that, there were now dozens of pictures, videos, snapchats and tweets of the event being shared to the rest of the school! Happy and safe together once again, with their stuck up rival getting her just deserts, the girls shared a moment. “You know,” said Melanie, “Maybe I can win prom queen after all…” --------- Please let me know if you liked it, or have suggestions for how I could improve
  10. Weight gain story part 1 "Oh my God I won!" Stephanie screamed as she began jumping up and down, she had won a "free everything for life" contest, and as a 20 year old college athlete, it meant that she could finally afford all of the clothing brands, healthy food, and various items she wanted. "I'm going to go get this" she said out loud to her empty apartment, she opened the door to her room and walked out, before stopping to admire herself in the mirror, admiring her toned thighs and firm butt, her thin stomach and healthy b cup breasts. After a minute she then walked out of her door , into the elevator right by her room. The entire ride down she dreamed of all of the things she'd be able to do with this reward. After a 2 minute ride on the elevator, she got in her car and drove to the building she could pick the card up. (30 minutes later she arrives at the building) As Steph walks in she is greeted by several large women, congratulating her on the award, but as soon as she signed for the award, she had a different plan in mind than the one she had before. Stephanie immediately drove to the nearest fast food joint. "Hello welcome to McDonald's how may I take your order?" A clerk said through a microphone. "I'd like one of everything" Stephanie responded
  11. This is a romantic weight gain story involving vampires. It’s a slow burn; chapter one sets up the premise. CW: blood! venipuncture, phlebotomy, needles. Also weight-gain, disordered eating, hypnotism, sexual stuff. Chapter 1 “Okay class, that covers the basics. Any other questions, before we get started?” The perky instructor scanned her dark eyes over the classroom, seeing a mix of eagerness and apprehension in the faces of the attendees. The smell of excitement, tinged with hints of nervous sweat, warmed her nostrils. Partners glanced at each other, but no one raised a hand. The instructor’s partner, a large man with a gentle demeanor, gave her a slight nod; the indication that not only was the class ready for the next step, but he was as well. She proceeded: “Alright then! All donors should have finished their juice and cookies by now, so please turn your attention to the provided alcohol swab and sterile B.I.T.E. kit.” Towards the back of the classroom, Penny Nguyen nibbled her last animal cracker. The petite 24 year old had thrown a thick white sweater over her tank top and denim shorts, but the frigid temperature in the clinic classroom was causing her to fidget and squirm in her seat. She had already opened the resealable plastic bag of instructional supplies and looked over its contents before being told. She picked up the alcohol swab and handed a sealed plastic blister pack to her partner, Ren. Ren Kaufman was wearing their typical health-goth athleisure uniform, an oversized black t-shirt, black joggers, and sneakers. Despite the loose athletic-wear, Ren wasn’t cold, but then again, they never were. They were, however, exhibiting the same nervous energy as their girlfriend. Ren looked over the package Penny had handed them. The packaging read “Blood Ingestion/Transfer Evac Kit,” and it contained a length of tubing with a valve at one end and a butterfly needle at the other. Ren had learned during the class that the needle was coated in silver and they should avoid pricking themself with it. Thinking about sticking it into Penny would have made them sweat, if they were still able to do that. Instead Ren knitted their brows and watched their girlfriend prepare her wrist. Penny wiped the inside of her wrist clean, erasing streaks of red marker. “Use your senses: you have a preternatural ability to locate veins, sense heart rate, blood pressure, and overall circulatory system health,” the instructor had told them. “You should be able to look your partner in the eyes and insert the needle without breaking eye contact. Try it now using the marker as if it were the needle.” Ren had made a series of shaky red marker lines on Penny’s arm, none of them terribly close to the vein. They would not be using the eye-contact method tonight. The instructor and her partner walked up and down the row of seats monitoring the preparations. “Remember, it is okay to be nervous,” she said to the room. “This is an exercise in trust, and the fact that you are here signifies a huge step in building a stable, responsible partnership. This may seem like a lot of work and fuss, but I promise you, it is worth it. As we say, ‘True Nourishment Comes From the Heart’.” The other instructor leaned in and placed a hand on Penny’s shoulder. “Everybody doing alright over here?” “Yeah, I’m just…I’ve got some butterflies, that’s it.” She turned to face Ren. “I’m ready though.” Ren inhaled. The instructor gave off a smell like a well-seasoned pan, sort of rich and meaty. As he returned to the front of the classroom, Ren smelled only Penny: cinnamon, honey, and citrus. It was a flavor they loved, that they ached for. Ren’s thirst rose in their throat. At the front of the class, the male instructor casually rolled up his sweater sleeve and vigorously scrubbed his inner wrist with a swab. His partner joined him, donning a pair of sterile gloves and ripping open her own B.I.T.E. kit. “Now the benefit to locking eyes while you stick,” she said, nonchalantly wrapping the unfurled tubing around her wrist, “is that while they look in your eyes, you can make them calm, make them at ease… make them not feel a thing.” She took his hand in hers. Her breathing had become deeper, faster, as she was inhaling his scent. No matter how many times they did this, no matter how clinical they tried to make the procedure, she always felt the rush right before the stick. She had to feel it; the thirst opened her senses to supernatural levels, while simultaneously narrowing her focus. She steadied her breath the best she could and said, “Everyone, face your partner. On one, uncap the needle. On two, place it against the skin. On three, stick.” From the back of the room, Penny could see it: the instructor had her fangs out. Even though she was freezing in this room, a trickle of sweat ran down her back. She turned in her chair to face Ren and put her hands on their knees. “I’m ready babe, are you?” “Are you sure you still wanna? It’s not too late for you to say no.” “Cut it out, I’m not gonna flake now. You know I want to do this for you. C’mere.” She leaned in and gave Ren a deep, breathy kiss, leaving a trace of warmth on their chilled lips. “That’s a taste,” Penny teased, sitting back. “You gotta do this thing if you want the good stuff.” Ren broke into a goofy grin; Penny could see Ren’s fangs just starting to extend. “Here we go: One,” the instructor called out, with audible excitement rising in her voice. Ren snapped back to earth and popped the plastic cap off the needle. “Two.” Ren cradled Penny’s wrist in one hand and correctly positioned the needle with the other. Ren’s eyes darted up to meet Penny’s; she breathed in calmly, and smiled back. “Three.” Ren dropped their gaze back to the arm and plunged in the needle. Penny winced, but didn’t made a sound. Dark crimson fluid crawled up the tubing; a perfect draw. Ren felt their fangs stretch in their gums as their vision tunneled around the red liquid streaming up the tube. “Now you should see the tubing begin to fill.” The male instructor spoke as his partner was now preoccupied. “Once it reaches the stopper valve, not before, place it in your mouth.” The female instructor silently unwound the tubing from her wrist and took the end to her lips. “Bite down on the stopper to open the flow and engage your fangs. And then, without using too much force, you may begin to drink.” Penny watched with fascination as her blood flowed down the tube, much more quickly than she had expected. She felt funny, but then she had never done anything like this before. Ren held the stopper, their mouth hanging ajar until the blood reached the mouthpiece. Biting down on it, they felt a flood of hot, liquid life filling the bottom of their mouth. Their thirst was primal, and had been denied for so long, but they savored the sensation of having their mouth full of it before gulping down. It tasted like…no, it was Penny, her blood, her lifeforce, and it was everything Ren had imagined it would be and more. They felt almost self-conscious to be having this deeply personal, sensual experience in a classroom surrounded by others, and felt their cheeks flush; it was a sensation they hadn’t felt since before turning. Penny watched lovingly as Ren drank deep. She’d watched them struggle to choke down artificial blood replacement drinks, and saw the shame and guilt in their eyes when they came home with their monthly ration of donated plasma from the clinic. She had never seen these current expressions of bliss and satisfaction during the couple’s entire time together, and her head swam with affection. She tried to look around the room to see if other couples were experiencing the same thing, but the room spun around her as she turned her head. She grabbed onto her chair with her free hand to steady herself, but everything kept moving anyway. She saw Ren’s face grow concerned and they looked like they were saying something, their mouth still wet with blood–Penny’s blood. The only thing she heard was a sound like rushing air. She tried to answer but Ren slid out of view as Penny’s body slipped involuntarily down in her chair. She saw Ren’s face, yelling in terror, and the instructors rushing over to her as her vision faded to a featureless grey. Penny could hear voices nearby. She heard Ren’s voice, agitated and on edge. What happened to Ren? Are they okay? Where are they? She squirmed and struggled to open her eyes, then tried to sit up. She realized she was laying on the floor in some room that wasn’t their home, and Ren was kneeling next to her. Ren threw their arms around Penny’s shoulders to steady her and began babbling apologies into her hair. “Wha-what happened? Ren, what’s going on?” “You had a rough time with your first bite, kiddo.” A large man was sitting backwards in a chair, and Penny recognized his as the other voice she’d just heard. “It happens, nothing to worry about.” “Bite?” This man…it was the instructor. He’d said his name was Tyson. She tried to remember why she knew that. ”Oh we’re… we were in the class, I rememb-oh no, did I pass out? Oh Ren, honey…” Ren continued petting Penny’s hair and muttering apologies. “I didn’t keep my eyes on you, I didn’t keep a connection, and I got carried away and I’m so sorry…” “You shouldn’t be hard on yourself Ren.” The female instructor had taken a seat in a chair next to the couple on the floor. “I was watching you, and you were doing everything right.” Penny’s head was clearing. She looked around the room and saw that all the other attendees were milling about, half of them with colorful Band-Aids over their wrists, the others looking blissful and sated. She was the only person laying on the floor with a headache. “Penny here might just be a light-weight. It can be hard to tell if someone’s up to the task of being a donor. Giving nourishment is…strenuous in a different way than giving plasma, it takes a lot out of you. It can be intense.” Penny was crestfallen. All she had wanted was to be able to give to her partner, to keep them healthy and happy, and now she was hearing that she didn’t have what it took. She remembered the look of contentment on Ren’s face just before she blacked out. Would she ever see that look again? Tyson spoke: “Now, there are things you can do to make this easier on yourself; diet, exercise, supplements. We’ve come a long way, but this is still more art than science. What works for others might not work for you, and vice versa. Do some research on your own, we’ve got some pamphlets up front to get you started.” “And Ren,” the female instructor put a hand on Ren’s shoulder, “I know you’re new to this; you’ve gone through a lot of changes. But you need to trust your instincts. Get in tune with yourself, and your powers. It’ll keep you safe, and Penny as well. And don’t beat yourself up about tonight. Guilt is like a stake in your heart.” Ren stifled a laugh, making a snorting sound instead. “Don’t laugh! I’ve been sharpening these metaphors for a hundred years!” “You’re 47, Debra,” Tyson remarked. “Hush, before I hypnotize you into thinking you’re a Dalmatian again.” It was nearly midnight when they walked out of the cold clinic and into the humid parking lot. It wasn’t strictly necessary, but the clinic offered night classes as a courtesy to its clientele. Penny got into the passenger seat of Ren’s car, gripping a handful of pamphlets and an extra serving of juice and animal crackers. Ren got into the driver’s seat and sighed. They looked over at Penny, an awkward expression of regret and embarrassment on their face. “So…you sure you still wanna date a vampire?” Penny smirked, “Why, do you know any single ones?” Ren stared at her for a second before catching the joke. Penny burst out laughing and leaned against Ren’s shoulder. “Debra was hot, but I think she’s probably seeing the other instructor.” “Tyson? Yeah, they seem like an item. He was nice.” Penny sat quietly for a moment. “We’ll make this work, babe, one way or another.” Ren sighed and gripped the steering wheel. “Yeah. Let’s get you home, you still look a little pale.” They drove home listening to a late night call-in show. Penny spent most of the ride looking up something on her phone. Finally she spoke up: “Here’s a thing. ‘Hemoboost: blood production and enrichment supplement. Guaranteed to increase production of platelets, plasma, and provide nutrients that vampires and donors need.” “Is this a legit product?” “Yeah, seems like it is in Canada at least. Let’s see the fine print…side effects include: increased appetite, sluggishness, high blood pressure…well we know how to fix that.” Penny glanced at Ren, who just cleared their throat and kept driving. “‘Warning: do not take Hemoboost if you are pregnant or plan to become pregnant;’ yeah not worried about that. ‘Do not take Hemoboost if you are afflicted with vampirism or intend to become a vampire;’ well duh.” Ren chuckled as they pulled the car into the parking lot of the apartment they shared. “‘Hemoboost is recommended for suitable donors* only,’ asterisk. Let me find…ah, ‘suitable donors are those with a body mass 120% or greater of the intended recipient.’” Penny dropped her phone to her lap and looked at Ren. “I’d need to be 120% your weight? Have you ever heard that before?” Ren shrugged. “No. No one’s mentioned that before. Maybe it’s a Canadian guideline?” Penny looked at her partner: average height, lean, bony to be honest, with a boyish figure. “What’s your weight now?” “Now? I don’t even know anymore…I was about 135 pounds before…you know. Maybe 125 now?” “I’m only 120.” Penny glanced down at her petite frame. “Penny….” Penny tapped at the calculator on her phone. “120% of 125 means 150 pounds. That’s…hmm.” “Penny.” “I could take this supplement and hit the gym to bulk up a little. This stuff sounds like an appetite enhancer anyway. Ooh I can order a 40-day supply and get another 40-days free-” “Penny.” Ren looked sternly at their partner. They couldn’t fathom how after the disaster that tonight had been, she was thinking about taking some weird pills and gaining weight in order to maybe be able to do it again. Penny looked Ren square in the eyes. “Ren. I want to do this. I at least want to try this. I know you feel guilty that I’m doing this for you, but it’s important to me.” She put her hand on Ren’s. “Before I passed out, tonight…it was good, right?” Ren rolled their eyes back and put their hand over their face. “Penny it was so good. You…you taste amazing. And even after you blacked out, it was like I could feel you, inside me. That sounds gross, but it was wonderful.” “Then it’s worth it to try.” She filled out the order form on her phone. “They should get here sometime next week.” Ren shook their head. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Penny opened the door and stepped out of the car. “Well you’re not so bad yourself. Girls gain weight all the time, not many get to say it’s to please their brooding vampire lover’s unslakable thirst.” As Ren stepped out of the car, a cloud parted to let a beam of silvery moonlight beam down across them. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. “See? Très dramatique.” “It’s annoying.” Ren muttered, locking the car. “C’mon. Bedtime for non-vamps. We can rethink this plan once you’ve recovered from blood loss.” “Mmm over breakfast.”
  12. My friend Lilly wrote a story about one of her favorite DC characters, Poison Ivy. She doesn't have very much of a following since this is her first story, so I got her permission to signal boost this. Here's a link to her DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/harieyquinzel Here's the story. Enjoy. It was day 3 of a heat wave in Gotham City, a strange anomaly but of all the Gothamites, Poison Ivy, was the most able to take advantage of this. She was spending another day on the rooftop of her latest hideout in nothing but a leaf bikini and a pair of sunglasses which Harley had jokingly given her the last time they met. Slightly bored, she picked up her phone that she had left by her side, checking the latest news reports in case of anything she might be able to use, but alas there was nothing. “I could use another lazy day anyway.” She remarked, smirking a little. After awhile, she drifted into a nap. Waking up a few hours later, Ivy decided to tend to her plants she had inside the building, but decided to get into her normal leafly corset but after taking off her bikini panties, Ivy notices some red marks where they had been digging into her, running a finger over the marks, she muttered. “Better stop getting as much sun..” After a second, she smirked and said “photosynthesis does have its cons.” After putting her regular corset on, having loosened it a little to allow for the past couple days, she began to tend to her plants, whispering to them all, “You'll all have your day soon, something will come up soon b**s… momma promises.” After a couple of more days pass, Ivy's phone went off from a news alert. The Gotham City Botanical gardens would be hosting a fundraiser where they would be holding for one night only, a rare plant only found naturally in South America called the zombie root. Put together with this was a weather report saying that today would be the last day in the heatwave. “Better make the most of it.” Ivy thought to herself before going up to the building’s roof, her ass jiggling slightly. Ivy spent the rest of the day up there, forgetting about her recent realisation about what happens if she spends too long out in the sun. When night fell, she rushed down back to her makeshift living room, getting a little out of breath from the effort of moving at such a speed. “I should grab something to eat.” She thought to herself, thinking being out of breath meant she needed more energy. After she fixed herself a couple of chocolate spread sandwiches, she attempted to put her iconic corset back on but was unable to. “Well I did just eat..” She thought to herself, before making new one with help from a couple of her nearby plants. The end result being a skin tight dark green dress, that showed off her newly chubby belly and empathised on her larger breasts, while also leaving her chubby arms and thunder thighs completely visible. Later that night, roughly about ten minutes before the fundraiser was due to start, Ivy made her way into the building where the plant was being held, having convinced a hired guard to tell her what room it was in, she slowly went her way to it, doing her signature strut as she did so. With surprisingly little difficulty, she managed to grab the Zombie root. “The rest of the rent-a-pigs are probably away eating donuts.” She said ironically, unaware of exactly how big she had recently gotten. Taking the opportunity of a lifetime which has taken the form of an unlocked window, she attempted to get out but got stuck. “The price I pay for protecting plant life!” She hissed under her breath before managing to free herself. Below the windowsill she found herself now on, was a large Lily pad she had gotten to wait for her arrival, jumping down, her breasts jiggled uncontrollably for a couple seconds before making her clean escape. After having succeeded in liberating the zombie root from the meatbags at the Gotham City Botanical Gardens, Ivy decided to celebrate and had grabbed herself a carrot cake, in which she had planned to have a slice that night, then use the rest to give herself energy when she couldn't get sunlight. This however had shortly changed when she took her first bite, she nearly moaned in pleasure from the taste and once Ivy finished her first slice, she cut herself another. And another. And another. She simply had to have more. “This must be what heaven is like!” She thought to herself. She kept eating more slices there was no more of the cake left, clutching her slightly swollen stomach from having just ate an entire family sized cake, she burped and drifted off into a sleep. Two months later Ivy was awoken by her phone going off, another news alert. As she went to pick her phone up, all that could be heard was the crinkling of wrappers from her midnight snack from the previous night. Pressing the power button, she quickly read what the alert said. It was about the Titan Arum, an endangered species of flower, officially being declared extinct. “What?!” Ivy shouted in outrage, sitting upright, her belly sitting itself on her lap. She got up and stormed over to her kitchen and made herself a four-cheese sandwich with a bag of chips to go with it. She scarfed it down in what she tried to tell herself was an attempt to temporarily distract herself from her anger but deep down was actually hunger for human food. After cleaning the crumbs from her meal off herself, she put on a corset she had recently made, but when she sat down to have a second breakfast, her belly ripped completely through the leaf like fabric, causing her to become slightly embarrassed with herself. “I guess I have gained a bit of weight recently....” After managing to heave her 260 pound body up once again, she begrudgingly made herself yet another outfit, just as skin tight as usual. As she went to leave however, she grabbed herself a full pack of chocolate biscuits for the trip. About half an hour later, she had made it back to Gotham’s Botanical Gardens. “Hmph… haven't been here since the heist.” But without a second thought, she walked up to the front door, her ass and boobs shaking uncontrollably with each step she took. Using a vine to break down the door and several others to tie up the different people within the gardens, Ivy strutted in, looking for someone to prey on, who might know who was responsible for the last few seedlings of the Titan Arum. Before she could, a deep voice boomed across the room from behind her. “Ivy!” Ivy turned around with a smirk on her face and opened her arms a little to help show her body off a little. “Like what you see Batman?” She teased. Batman as per usual, avoided the question and started to walk over Ivy. As Batman did so, he pulled out his custom handcuffs. “I'm giving you a chance here Ivy. Give yourself up and come wi-AGH!” Before he was able to finish his sentence, Ivy pulled a vine out of the ground and used it to trap Batman. After the vine stopped twisting and tugging at Batman’s body, it released a gas designed to slow someone down from multiple flower heads that were beginning to bloom over it. As the gas released, Ivy took her chance and ran away as fast as she could, her entire body jiggling wildly and sweat already dripping down from her head into her cleavage. However, during this time Batman slipped out a bat shaped flip knife and cut his way out of the vines. He gave chase but it didn't take him long as Ivy had ran out of breath and was lying down completely exhausted and could offer little resistance to Batman arresting her. Around half an hour after her capture, Ivy was already placed back into her cell within Arkham. As she got settled down, she rested her head in her hand, using her gut to help support her arm, she growled slightly under her breath as she swore revenge for Batman taking advantage of her new weight. After awhile though she heard a familiar giggle echo through the corridor and the source was getting closer.
  13. Hey everybody, I finally uploaded my first video! In it I am gonna be your sporty girlfriend that wants to make you proud and starts gaining weight. I will stuff myself with Mc Donalds and tell you about my wishes and desires. I wanna make you proud and be a good piggy in the future. I thought it would be cool to upload some German content to the site so you guys could experience how the German language sounds like the video is therefore in German (English subtitles). If you want me to speak English from now on I will do so, I just thought it´s something new Enjoy and share! Please give me critisism (but be polite) I really wanna get better at filming and cutting. XOXO Honey Bunnee

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