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I figured it might be worth a shot to see whos out there. I just moved into Peterborugh and ive been attending Fleming college. I figure that with so many students and people in the area there has to be someone like me. I'm just looking to reach out and find someone that wants to share our fetish, or even just talk and learn more about ourselves. I'm a 20 year old guy, 6'3 and about 170 pounds. Hit me up and ill send you some pics of myself and we can chat and see how it goes That is if there is anyone out there. I've got my own car so I wouldent mind traveling! Don't feel shy to say hi we're all into the same stuff

BBW island, a brief introduction Hey, This is my first go at this. It’s a series of short stories that are all set on an island after a plane crash lands. The plane was heading from London to LA and was carrying the contestants of a BBW beauty pageant and their significant others and fans and a few members of staff. . . The main characters are a young married couple. The wife has known that the husband was into Feederism for quite some time and after an accidental gain of a few lbs and seeing her husbands reaction she decided to become a feedee for a short time. She took a plus size modelling contract in London and it was through her modelling agency that she was sponsored to enter a light weight category of the beauty pageant. She has got really into Feederism and enjoys the whole experience but for the last couple of months she has tried to maintain her weight and not gain any more. You will meet other characters in the stories but for now that’s all you need to know. ;-) BBW island part 3, chapter 1 (Leila) Niall Warner was sat two rows behind Nicola and Mark. Accompanying his bbw model and former escort girlfriend Leila. Niall was an wealthy property developer from London and a celeb within the BBW community. He had brought a BBW night twice a month to his nightclub in Soho, and was very honest about preferring bigger women. His relationship with Leila was at this time less well documented. She was naturally gorgeous and despite this had had a huge amount of plastic surgery. Most notably 3 Brazilian butt lifts. Niall had been a former client of hers and had fallen in love. Neither one of the couple really knew wether he had fallen in love with her or her body but both were having a lot of fun in the relationship and weren’t questioning things. When they met Leila was 247lbs and had had just 2 of her surgeries. Her first butt lift and breast implants. She was tall at 5ft 10 and carried her weight evenly before her operation. With it she transferred 20lbs of fat from her belly to her already plump booty, she had since gained 20lbs and more back to her belly. She immediately left her job as a bar lady at Niall’s club and looked for work as a model. Things did not go as she had hoped, she made less money as a model then she had as a bar lady. She mostly had work promoting night clubs and cheap lingerie. The feedback was always the same, she was very pretty but was too lightweight for BBW modelling and far too fat for non BBW modelling. Her booty was her best feature but with B cup boobs not many photographers were interested in shooting her from the front. She had always had a BBW bimbo body type in her mind, she’d loved the look of fake boobs, big lips and big butts from young age and had that look as her goal. She had never wanted to be slim and although she hated having any belly fat she preferred the thicker thighs and ass that came with a few extra pounds. She’d been over the moon with the results of her butt lift but just 2 months on she was failing as a model and planning her next ‘upgrade’ but how to get the funds. She had cut herself off from her friends when she left the bar job. She didn’t want to admit that the dream life she left the job for wasn’t hers yet. She wasn’t active on any of her personal social media accounts and her business accounts looked like every other ‘model’s’ hundreds of similar pictures taken from behind of her enlarged ass and thick thighs, cellulite air brushed out. The occasional picture existed of her contorted in such a way to show her face in the same shot. There was no doubt she looked really good, but she wanted to look out of this world, like no other girl. She began to comfort eat, the belly that had been stripped of all its fat was coming back. The thighs thickened a little which she enjoyed but her belly really bugged her. She had it covered in every picture, airbrushed out when possible and covered with high waisted lingerie, shorts, or even a sports jumper tied across the waist. At her lowest ebb she turned to the only solution available. Escort agents specialising in BBW women were very popular in London at this time. She received messages almost everyday on her business Instagram account and premium snap chat all of them advertising £100k pa salaries. She finally, in her eyes caved. She began to search for the right company. Without knowing it she was reunited with Niall’s employment. He was a major shareholder in ‘Gloria’s BBW escorting’. A side venture that brought Niall very little profit but a lot of enjoyment. They had never met at this point and wouldn’t do for several months. He wasn’t always that hands on in the inner workings of his business ventures especially those that didn’t bring in huge amounts of cash. Leila thought she would hate the job. Although it wasn’t her dream job by any means, she did have a lot of good experiences and there was a certain element of it that she really enjoyed. Being the center of attention for that whole night, the object of desire, she felt in control, strangely in control. There was a calmness about the whole proceedings. She insisted on meeting in public and having a focal point to the date. She had to be wined and dined first. They would chat at length, and she never felt she had to go beyond that point if she didn’t want to. She wore a corset full time, for all her escort work and for what modelling work she managed to get on the side, providing the job permitted. She was eating out with clients 5 times a week and was continuing to gain as she did when she was comfort eating. Her thighs now matched her surgically enhanced booty although more and more cellulite was needed to be photoshopped out of her pictures. She didn’t care. In a corset and a thong she looked great she thought. She was eating nice food, meeting a lot of cool people and most importantly getting paid. Within a year she had saved enough money for both breast implants and a second butt lift. She wanted to go as big as possible in both areas and get rid of her now quite prominent party belly. She attended an appointment in a London clinic but was disappointed that they wouldn’t do the operations. “The biggest that any UK company that I know of will go for your first operation is 500ccs and no one here will transfer 20lbs of fat a second time in a butt lift” the doctor told her. She began to look abroad. She was eventually put in touch with Dr Periea through Mia, an enhanced Brazilian model that Leila chatted to online. Through broken english Mia disclosed a lift of her surgeries, what she paid and the doctor’s number. She rang him right away. He spoke perfect English, explained the whole procedure and booked her in. Leila was going to Brazil, and coming back with a whole new look. She was so excited. She made the arrangements and booked a 3 week trip to Brazil. She didn’t want to waste anytime. The consultation was booked for the first day, just 2 hours after she landed. She would follow it with back to back operations, 2 weeks of after care and a week of showing off her body on the beach. When she met Dr Periea he was the same friendly informative man that she’d spoke to on the phone. She explained her dream to him. Painting the picture of a BBW bimbo. Dr Periea nodded along like this was a regular request. Leila was the first women who had ever wanted to go this big with his surgery and he was excited. At the end of the consultation he priced it all up. £58,000 in British money, it was nearly double Leila’s budget. Leila told him she couldn’t the procedures, her excitement turned to disappointment. Dr Periea thought long and hard. If we do it off the books, out of hours and skimp on some of the aftercare I could do it for £45,000. Leila still couldn’t afford it. “What about one procedure but I agree to get the second one done in a few months?” Leila counter offered. Dr Periea nodded. “Where do we start? Breasts or butt?” He propositioned. BBW island Part 4 chapter 2 (Leila and the Churros) She decided to sleep on the issue. Did she want the enormous fake boobs that would undoubtedly kick start her failing career as a model or did she want to rid herself of her ever growing gut and have all the fat poured into her ass. It was a tough decision. Her mind was racing as she left the surgery. It was 11AM and 34degrees centigrade. She felt overdressed in her dark green maxi dress and sandals. The surgery was down an alleyway just one road from the beach. She decided to cut through into the beach and walk that way back to the hotel. As she hit the beach she began to feel more and more overdressed. Men in shorts or Speedos peacocking with muscles half flexed and nearly every girl in a thong bikini. As she gazed around at dozens of bubble butts in the skimpiest of swim wear she wondered how many had had surgery. In London she often had the biggest booty wherever she was, here she felt average. She had almost decided that she needed to go bigger when she got to the hotel. ‘I’ll take the butt lift I think’ she thought to herself as she smoothed her dress over her plump behind in the elevator. She let her hands travel up her hips and onto her A cup chest, she squeezed her puffy little boobs together to create a tiny amount of cleavage, “you’ll have to wait” she spoke allowed. She had packed one bikini, it was from a photoshoot advertising a strip night at a night club in Birmingham. She never intended to wear it again, but the excitement for her holiday ahead and a confidence inherited from all the ladies she’d just witness gave her what she needed to delve into her back and find the outfit. She unzipped her dress and slid out in front of a full length mirror her belly sat over her waistband and she sucked it in as soon as she saw it. She’d eaten chocolate and sweets all the way in the aeroplane. Figuring and fat gained now would be transferred to her booty anyway. That was several hours ago now, her belly was empty and easy to suck in. Her stomach gurgled, she felt the hunger pains now as if aggravated by her trying to hide it. She threw the AA bright yellow boob tube over her head and wiggled her flabby arms through the Lycra. She stretched it over her chubby chest and let it hug her tight. Her puffy nipples stretched the material just a little, it was one size too small now. She bent over towards the mirror pinned in against the coffee table looking straight down the line of her torso at were she wished her cleavage was. She pulled her panties over her big butt and looked down, bent at 90degrees from the waist her pump belly completely covered her naked pussy, there was no sucking it in. She felt fat and in this moment she felt disgusting. She stepped one foot after another into her matching yellow thong, the Lycra gripping on to her thighs as the passed, coming to a complete halt jammed against the dimpled fat of her ass. She wiggled and fought with it. Exposing her freshly shaven pussy lips to the mirror as she leaned back. The material made it over the widest part of her enlarged ass and came to rest deep in her muffin top. Her belly sat a little above her pussy now. Standing tall in front of the mirror her waist band was hidden but below a yellow triangle of Lycra barely hid the outline of her lips. Leila looked quite good she thought. Could she really leave the apartment like this? She could maybe tie a towel Around her belly she thought ‘but then it would cover my booty too’. She’d had the same convo with every photographer for 6months. How do I show off my booty best without the world seeing my fat belly. She needed the confidence that alcohol gave her. When she was out for dinner with clients it was always the same. One large glass of wine with dinner and one large glass of wine with desert. At that point with a sugar high from the desert she’d consumed and the confidence that came with being tipsy she was ready for anything. She attacked the mini bar. She found a bottle of wine wine, screwed off the cap and drank half the bottle in one go. She returned the cap and replaced the bottle in the mini bar. As she touched up her make up she felt the wine hit. “Let’s go” she virtually screamed out loud. She grabbed her bag in one clean swoop and flew from the room. She dived into the lift without anyone seeing her. She was on the 4th floor and needed to evade 3 floors as she descended to the ground floor and out onto the safety of the beach. 4 to 3, 3 to 2, then 1…. the lift came to a stop. In stepped a grey haired gentleman in his early 50s with the body of a 25yo, thin grey chest hair covering a male model’s physique. He was holding hands with a young lady less than half his age. Leila folded her hands over her belly and backed her ass into the back of the lift with a soft bump. The girl was stunning. She possessed the type of body that Leila would have died for. Her breast implants must be in excess of 2000ccs she thought, the reef of flowers below a mutilated belly button and above a light pink micro bikini no doubt concealing a tummy tuck. Her thighs were far thicker than Leila’s rubbing against each other as she took a confident step towards Leila. As she turned to face the front of the elevator Leila gasped out loud. Leila’s eyes followed the tiny band of pink string that transverse the girls narrow waist line and dived into what must be in excess of 65inches of over enlarged bronzed booty meat. The girl turned her head at the gasp and caught Leila looking. She looked to Leila’s flat chest, then her gut then smirked. The lift doors opened and Leila stood still, contemplating going back to the room. The girl’s gaze kept Leila’s preventing her from watching her perfect behind walk away. The doors began to close and Leila jutted out a hand stopping them. She regained a little confidence and existed the lift. Marching past a crowded reception not caring who was starring. Within a few meters she was on the beach and trying to lose herself in amongst the other Brazilian butt lifts. She stopped holding her belly in and let it wobble a little, safe in the knowledge no one was looking. Gripped with hunger she stopped in her tracks. Could she smell donuts? She looked around and saw an unmarked white van. The outline of a vest clad athletic looking man visible behind the van’s counter in front of a chrome machine. Donuts had played a big part in how quickly Leila had regained her belly weight and she knew it was her weakness. Despite this and the self loathing she had felt for how big she had let herself become she was drawn to the smell like a moth to a flame. She drew close her eyes catching those of the salesman. She looked away to the small sign next to the man……. ‘Churros!!!!’ She mouthed the word “Churros” and then “oh my god”. She’d forgotten they were even Brazilian. She’d eaten them in a world food market back in London. She’d been on a first date with her ex and had after trying one returned for more. Several minutes later the sugar rush flowing through her veins she was riding him in a public toilet. The memory was interrupted by the mans soft voice, perfect English projected though what was Leila thought a very sexy accent. “And how many can I get you?” He asked, “one please” her nervous reply. He laughed, “nobody has one” he looked down at her belly. She automatically folded her arms across it, then she realised it wasn’t the judgemental look she’d revived from the bimbo in the lift. This couldn’t be lust though. As he waited for her to reply she unfolded her arms and looked at the board, she had already memorised its content but wanted to allow him the freedom to look at her body without being caught. She quickly looked back and startled him, his eyes were buried in her gut, she know men well enough to see that he liked what he saw. Leila smiled at him giving the approval he needed to remove the guilt of being caught. “I’ll have 5” she said softly. “You can have 5, but you’ll be back for more” he threatened playfully. The creamy donut dough slid out of the machine and he laid them out next to each other on a white plastic board. Each one 7inches in length with a narrow girth. He dropped them into hot oil with a flick of his wrist, the oil adding calories to the delicious snack. Leila felt her pussy becoming wet, as if drooling at the thought of the feast, her mind taken back to her last encounter with Churros. The man had his broad muscular back turned to Leila, carefully wiping the remaining mixture from the tip of the nozzle. “How did you know I was English” she suddenly asked, her voice cracking the tense silence. “I didn’t know you were English but I could tell you weren’t Brazilian, you have such a pale complexion” Leila looked insulted. He added, “I prefer a pale complexion” she felt like she should be offended anyway, but she wasn’t. She watched him work he was still setting up and looked busy, Leila had been his first customer of the day. With another swish of his skilled had he fished all 5 Churros out of the oil and into a paper bag. Now much thicker and swollen, he penetrated each in turn with a second pump, the machine delivering a thick viscous milk chocolate into the center of each snack. The long thin treats transformed into thick filling rolls of batter and chocolate. Leila felt an electric static move through her body, she was more horny than she’d ever been. Watching this man work had got her so wound up. He insisted she try them in front of him. She raised the paper bag to her mouth, one Churros extended beyond the rest. She tested the temperature with her bottom lip then satisfied it had cooled enough she opened her lips wide and pushed 2/3rds of it deep into her mouth, withdrawing it a little seductively and let her teeth break the batter and the chocolate squirt onto her tongue and fill her mouth. She giggled as she chewed. “Yummy”. A figure cut in front of Leila and broke their gaze. The salesman took the order and turned his back. Leila walked a few steps to a bench and sat facing away from the Churros van towards the sea and greedily tucked into her loot. Now that she wasn’t being watched she ate quickly stuffing each mouthful in before she finished the last. Without knowing she had taken 2000kcal into her stomach and only half filled it. She sighed as the sugar hit her. She started at the remaining nub of batter and chocolate, her hands sticky and brown with yummy goo. She remembered his words. She stood up with the remains of the feast in her hand and turned back to the van. His business in full flow he had 3 customers waiting in front of him and a basket full of Churros bubbling away in the oil. The customers parted to let her make her second order of the day. She dropped the last morsel into her mouth and approached the counter a large dollop of chocolate flowed from the paper in her hand as she took it from her lips. It missed her top, and sailed down, caught above the sand by her protruding belly. She stood in front of her brand new crush, grubby hands and a swollen chocolate belly. “I’m back” she chirped flirtatiously through a smile. “5 more”. He smiled back “give me 2 minutes”. He hurriedly served his existing customers and they all vanished. He turned back to her and held out a paper towel, thrusting it toward her. Leila looked confused as she took it. He pointed at her flabby belly. As she looked down her heart sank, a huge splodge of chocolate stained her pale white overstuffed gut. She looked up as she wiped it wishing the ground would swallow her up. Again she caught a lustful stare, a stare normally reserved for her booty. Her confidence returned but before she could speak. “I’m Davide” “Leila” she replied as she stuck out a sticky hand. “My sister takes over at 2pm, would you like to take a walk on the beach with me then?”. She nodded enthusiastically then stopped herself “I’ll see you then Davide”. She took her second helping and left giving him the most perfect view of her fat ass as she walked away…. BBW island part 5, Chapter 3 (a very x-rated end to Leila’s introduction) Leila found a good spot halfway between the Churros stand and the sea and immediately buried her overfilled belly and underdeveloped chest into the soft warm sand. She arched her back a little to flaunt her creamy white lightly dimpled unnaturally round booty to anyone who cared to look. She held her phone in front of her and scrolled through social media searching for inspiration for her own holiday post. She had unknowingly consumed 4000kcal of fat and sugar and her body was in the process of storing it as body fat. She was high on sugar and felt a little groggy. The clock on her phone said 1pm, she set an alarm for 1:55pm and drifted into a sugar induced sleep. She had been laying in a slither of shade formed by the side of a lifeguard tower. Within minutes of her drifting off the shade had grown as the sun moved across the sky. She slept in relative darkness preserving her plump pale tanless body. Her alarm woke her on time and she rose with ease. The sugar high vanished and her belly a little less swollen. She felt enormously fat but far less groggy and excited to meet with Davide. She walked slowly but with purpose knowing she had 5minutes to complete a 1 minute journey. Davide was stood at the front of the van speaking to a short round figure. As Leila draw closer she was able to explore the figure with her eyes. The round heavily tanned body belonged to a girl in her late teens. She had thick thighs, wide hips but a modest protrusion from her butt, clad in tight shorts not by intention but severely outgrown. The waistband was not even nearly visible, the most enormous belly hung over it. The belly broke the thin material of her vest top 4 inches above her waist line and forced it’s golden brown swollen bulk out of the vest prematurely, and engulfed the first 2 inches of her neon pink shorts. Leila thought her pregnant for a moment until she transferred her weight from one leg to the other as she spoke to Davide, the movement sent a cascade through her torso, a blubbery wave followed. Satisfied that Leila was suitably grossed out by the enormous mess of a belly she had been staring at for far longer than she should Leila moved her eyes past the Chubby poorly endowed chest and caught the girl’s facial features. She was gorgeous, such a pretty thing Leila thought. What a shame she had let herself swell to this size. She must be Davide’s best customer. She remembered how Davide had looked at her own belly when they had met earlier, as strange as it seemed maybe this was what he enjoyed in a woman. Maybe Davide had got his timings wrong and had allowed her to bump into his girlfriend by mistake. She briefly thought about turning round and taking her fat ass back to the sea front, but instead she sped up. She stopped a few meters away from the pair and waited her turn. Davide acknowledged her presence shamelessly. Leila relaxed, he wasn’t trying to deceive anyone. The girl gave her a small smile but even this small offering lit up her gorgeous features superbly. She had long dark brown hair and wide eyes, a hint of eyeshadow and tinted blusher softening her golden brown complexion, thin dark eyebrows framing her face, whenever she glanced at the sand beneath her chubby toes a double chin broke her jawline, the rest of the time she was a perfect beauty Leila thought. “Hey Leila” Davide shouted, “come and meet my sister, Maria” the relief was plainly visible and noted by both Brazilians. Leila put her hand out, the girl swerved it and gave Leila a huge hug. Their Bellies met long before the girl’s arms had wrapped around Leila’s back. Leila allowed herself to be lost in the corpulent mass. “Pleased to meet you” the girl said in friendly but carefully thought out English. Davide spoke to her in Portuguese and the girl disappeared into the van with a wave and a bouncy trot, seemingly unembarrassed by how much her torso wobbled as she moved. “Where would you like to go?” Davide asked. Never one for sightseeing Leila paused for a minute. Leila never liked to beat around the bush and her directness often got her in trouble but it was a policy she seldom broke. “Back to mine” she proposed “I have a mini bar”. Davide nodded excitedly, the forward invitation took him off guard. Without thinking her stole his hand into hers and turned her to the direction she had come from when he had first laid eyes on her. His sister smiled at the pair from across the counter as she began to deal her first Churros of the day to the queue in front of her. Leila hadn’t been on a date outside of her escort work for over a year. After letting so many men frequent her body for a living she rarely lusted for it outside of work. She had always been a difficult girl to satisfy. The thrill of the chase aroused her immensely. She enjoyed being the focus of a mans attention, she liked to be lusted over, she loved having a mans hands all over her modified body, but when it came time to thrust inside her almost every man had let her down. This excluded her first. She was young when she had had sex for the first time and her much older boyfriend had stretched her painfully as he had broken her in. The kiss of pain and pleasure had triggered a lifelong obsession with being stretched open, over filled and left gaping and broken. She had been the only one to make herself cum ever since that first sexual relationship. She owned the biggest dildos on the market and had masterbated all too regularly for many years. She loved being lusted over but she banked those feelings and gave herself the pleasure she needed in the privacy of her own bedroom, bathroom, public restroom, or even a taxi one or two times. It was an addiction that had all but ruined her dating life. Yet for some reason she craved sex now more than she ever had. She stood very close to Davide her fleshy hip against his starting at their body’s in the elevator mirror. Her stomach perpetually sucked in giving her an extra inch of height with it. She thought they made a good couple. Her eyes spending little time focusing on Davide, choosing to bounce off 2 mirrors and focus on her own butt in the self obsessed way she existed. Davide’s gaze did the same thing but having surveyed her bubble butt thoroughly for the second time that day he let his eyes rest on her gut. She was sucking it in he thought to himself. She had looked much fatter earlier. She flung open the mini bar and let Davide take a look as she laid back on the bed. Davide immediately grabbed the huge bottle of Yop. A calorific yoghurt drink that he knew went really well with rum. He opened the lid and poured in 50cl of rum. He swilled it slowly and passed it to Leila, opting for a beer himself. She looked surprised that he had chosen her drink for her but she enjoyed the control her exerted over her. Milkshakes were the second biggest reason she struggled with her weight after donuts, ‘he knows my weaknesses’ she mused to herself. Leila desired the alcohol in her system and didn’t wish to delay the consumption and extend the small talk. She tipped her head back and drank huge gulps at a time. Davide matched her pace with his beer. Within a few minutes they had both finished. Leila dropped the empty vessel in the bin having deposited the calories in her overfed stomach. She felt tipsy and full and not for the first time today. She ripped her outgrown AA cup top over her head exposing her plump fatty boobs, her puffy nipples and with it removing any doubt in Davide’s mind that he would get to fuck the drunk bimbofied tourist today. He leaped to attention and grabbed her in his arms. Leila thought that she would allow him to explore her body however he liked but she needed to cum. She would make him watch her fist herself she decided, surely he would enjoy that. After she came he could do as he wished with her, why would she care. But as he squeeze his hands into her fatty butt she felt the outline of an enormous cock forced down his right hand side perhaps breaking the line of his left leg. Surely he could be this big though. Leila changed tactics, she took control and raced to find out if it was true. Her pussy drenched itself in anticipation, she undid his trousers as he removed his shirt. She unveiled 12 inches of meat only semi erect, the girth of his beer bottle. Leila couldn’t believe her eyes. She had to see him erect. She swallowed his cock in one. The tip almost meeting her stomach and the creamy contents that was being turned into fat. No one had ever treated it this way. He was often turned down for being to big and those that tried to suck or fuck often failed. As soon as the erection filled her throat Leila slid her lips off his cock and rocked back to sit on her heels kneeling on the floor her belly sat on the sprawled flab of her thighs admiring her view. She rolled over, got into all 4s on the bed and after dragging her thong over the meat of her ass offered her pussy to him. He entered her much more cautiously than he needed to. With little resistance he realised he could go deeper and deeper. He stretched her open as he entered. He forced the inside of vagina up against the wall of her stomach and that up again her abdominal muscles from inside. The muscles strained and bulged into the flabby fat that covered them. Leila let her huge gut hang, never had she felt so full. Davide pushes all the way inside, a brand new concept for him. His thighs kissed Leila’s butt with each thrust, he had always had to stop a few inches short. It was a fantastic way to make the acquaintance of such a large amount of sculpted booty fat. He went faster and faster. Pleasure turned to pain and back again for Leila. Davide’s hands spent just moments on her ass then he delved them into her gut. He felt through the soft doughy fat and found the outside his cock was making through the distended stomach wall. This drove both of them to ecstasy. Leila came first, very hard, lubricating herself for him to finally break her, too exhausted to fight he did the damage as he too came hard. Filling her with seamen than falling exhausted onto the flabby crash mat her body had made for him. Leila thought about this moment every day, every time Niall fucked her and every time she masterbated in front of him

Victoria had never been known for much, nor had she ever been on track to achieve much of anything. In fact, in all likelihood, her whole life would likely go down as fairly unremarkable. Just another face in the crowd. Not a bad looking face by any means, but not stunningly beautiful either. Fairly average, maybe a little scrunched and a slightly too prominent chin, but powerful blue eyes gave her some character and stopped her face from deterring possible suitors. Her cascading blonde locks certainly didn’t hurt, at least until they faded during the winter months. A relatively smart girl, but never one with much aspiration, Victoria had always been a good student who got all of the work laid out for her done, and done well at that, but was never gunning to be the next president of a corporation or to solve some global problem. Sure she’d earn a promotion or two over the years, but she was fairly content with her life, making a good paycheck at a stable federal job, living close to her parents since she was their only child, having fun going out with her roughly equally interesting friends in their mid-major city at night. Much like the rest of her, Victoria’s body was pretty underwhelming, but not terrible either. At a squat 5’3, she was by no means the tallest and with fairly normal proportions, her legs were not incredibly slim. Quite the opposite in fact. While she slender on the whole, her thicker legs served to support her slightly wider than average hips and only defining feature, her booty. Even there, she was not so much known for her depth or firmness, so much as the breadth of it. Spreading nicely and with just enough depth to appear significant, Victoria had a fairly respectable butt. Had she ever gone to the gym, perhaps she could have developed it into something of significance, but that was never going to happen with her lazy lifestyle. The rest of her body was fairly slim, with small pert breasts that were enough to remind boys that she was indeed a woman, but nothing that would have a man raving. No. Where Victoria succeeded was in her appetite for all things sexual and food based. With a highly active libido, Victoria had been notorious in college for locking herself down to a guy for periods of time and then riding him for all he was worth. Her stamina was unexpected given her untoned physique and lack of interest in exercise, but she was a secret freak in the bed. Perhaps it was her last season fashion, or continuously calm demeanor, maybe even appearance of being as innocent as a schoolgirl, but she always seemed to get what she wanted sexual. Hardly ever was she unsatisfied. This bled into another portion of her life: food. As full of desire as Victoria could be sexually, it all paled in comparison to her natural enjoyment for cooking and eating. While most men had been able to keep up with her in the bedroom, none were able to comprehend how much food this young lady could put away. Full Pizza? No sweat. Two gallon tub of ice cream? Done in twenty minutes. Endless pasta? Restaurant ran out. Victoria was an unbridled glutton when it came to food, even if she ate it like a lady, and none of it ever stuck to her figure. That metabolism of hers was the single feature that her friends envied her for. Some of them had better bodies than her, others were in far superior shape to her, others could out drink her, but none of them could out eat Victoria, and none of them could eat like that and not positively explode with fat. Their envy was ever apparent whenever they were out to eat. Most of them would order a thoughtful salad, maybe a hearty fish dish, and then it would be Victoria’s turn. She’d order an appetizer or two for herself to the eyerolls of her friends, then order the heartiest dish or even two dishes on the menu, and finish it off with several glasses of wine, beer, and dessert. Her friends continuously chided her, warning her that her figure couldn’t possibly sustain this for forever, but Victoria was unconcerned. Perhaps she should have been. It began when she started dating her latest flame, a surprisingly handsome and charming young man by the name of Maxwell. Much like Victoria, his family was of Polish descent and he appreciated a bottle of vodka as much as she did. They hit it off instantly and got completely plastered one evening, stopping by a late night take out place on their way back to her apartment to help satisfy her other hunger. That take out order was the moment Maxwell fell in love with Victoria. Where most girls, even drunkenly, would have ordered some small snack to tide them over before the main course, Victoria went full tilt and ordered enough food to feed a small family, temporarily stunning Maxwell. After regaining his composure at what this little waif of a woman was going to eat, he began to appreciate her in a new light at how unafraid and unashamed she was of her appetite. Then was blown away when she ate all of it at the speed of light, scarfing it down before he even had time to finish his own late night snack. Maxwell, ever the traditionalist, was practically eating out of the palm of this woman who ate with gusto. Victoria, ever perceptive, noticed Maxwell’s appreciation for her hearty appetite and made a mental note to make sure that she showed off in the future. The next time they went, for by this point they were both fully intrigued by the other, Maxwell made a point to order any and every dish Victoria even expressed an interest in eating. Eager to satisfy the curiosity of her date, Victoria greedily scarfed down each dish like an assembly line completing its product. Plate after plate stacked up and Maxwell’s attention turned to surprise as Victoria continued mechanically to devour the delicious meal he would be paying for. At long last, Victoria had to concede that not even she could eat everything Maxwell threw her way, leaving half a slice of chocolate cake on a plate that had originally held four slices. While comfortable in her seat, Victoria quickly realized that her originally tight fitting dress had readjusted to accommodate a new curve: her distended and stuffed belly. Despite her black dress, any side profile of her made it all too obvious that there was an unnatural curve to her physique, accented by her three inch heels that she had originally worn to flaunt her behind, not her overextended gut. While slightly embarrassed, Maxwell seemed to not to notice and had been so enthralled by her hearty display of gluttony, that she knew she would be in for a great evening. This slowly but surely became the natural cycle. Maxwell constantly pushing delectable meals onto Victoria, constantly testing and inadvertently extending her limits while Victoria greedily devoured everything that he provided her with. After several months together, the bleed into her daily eating habits was all too apparent as Victoria was practically perpetually eating with complete disregard for her figure. At first, her friends had been secretly disgusted by her strong displays of gluttony, but when it didn’t stick to her figure, none of them could say anything but to make sure she saved some money, given the sheer amount of food she was buying. That period of bliss, her slender body still fully intact, instilled a sense of invincibility that went right to the core of Victoria. With this unshakeable belief that she truly could eat whatever she want, whenever she wanted, without any ramifications to her figure led Victoria to eat right out of Maxwell’s palm. It was around the three month mark that things started to fall off the wheels for Victoria. Relationship wise, she and Maxwell were doing positively fantastic, and despite his constant encouragement regarding food, even her more critical fans found that they liked him as a person and recognized that he was a great choice for her. In fact, they all found it a tad amusing that Victoria had found herself something of a perfect partner to her relentless eating habits. It was strange, but for her, they felt it was a great fit. With everyone sold on him, Maxwell began pushing his boundaries with Victoria, preparing high calorie ice cream sundaes after every meal at his or her apartment, getting her hooked on protein shakes as an accompanying beverage to her meals to make sure she was completely full, and making her breakfasts that could easily feed a starving family of four. That was the tipping point for Victoria. In spite of her metabolism clearly being from another planet, Victoria had been pushing 5,000 Calories on a bad day, and Maxwell’s extra treats pushed her upwards of 7,000, began to prove too much for her. Not even most olympic caliber athletes could eat that much, particularly with no exercise, and not see some impact to their bodies, let alone a lazy and greedy young woman. The first few pounds she thought nothing of it. Truth be told, she didn’t give it much thought at all when her breasts began to fill up their cups a little more and her yoga pants seemed to stretch that extra bit. In her mind it had been nothing but a late growth spurt that fortuitously amplified her solid curves. The slight softening of her arms and all so subtle curve to her previously flat stomach went relatively unnoticed at first. For a time, it appeared that those might be the only gains she put on, her metabolism carrying on at an unfathomable precedent. Perhaps it had something to do with Maxwell being gone traveling for work, but she managed to maintain just that small amount of extra weight for almost the remainder of their first whole year together. Then things kicked into overdrive. Maxwell had switched jobs, allowing him to be home more often and Victoria found herself consistently sleeping over at his place. With full access to a man with a well stocked kitchen and a desire to satisfy her every craving, Victoria’s metabolism was put through the ringer...and it lost. Rapidly, it seemed that she was positively blowing through clothing. Where once she had possessed a slim figure that most woman would have been content with, Victoria’s gluttony rapidly destroyed and notion that she possessed such a figure. Where once she had possessed nice wide hips and a relatively firm derriere, now was replaced by rapidly expanding hips that seemed bent on going out as wide as possible, all to support the expanding breadth and depth of her hearty derriere. Perhaps it had once been her pride, now all it ever served was as an extra cushion while she shoved food into her face. Speaking of her face, it quickly rounded out and that hint of a double chin was ever prevalent, but particularly noticeable when she brought a thick jiggly arm up to her mouth for each delectable bite of her latest indulgence. That bite naturally found its way past her growing, almost cantaloupe sized melons that had quickly succumbed to gravity as their new girth expanded. While impressive in the right bra, her hearty melons quickly fell away to the main feature of her physique: her hearty belly. It took next to to no time at all once her metabolism gave way for the first roll to accumulate around her stomach, providing a great big layer of insulation that fought to escape from her ever growing waist size yoga / sweat pants. That hearty belly of course only helped to round out her figure, quickly amplifying her generous apple shaped body. That was about the time that Maxwell proposed to Victoria. With little attempt at maintenance, or an inability to prevent the pounds from piling on, Victoria found herself with an extra 30 pounds on her body, evenly distributed, by the time their wedding came around. Even with every effort put forward to disguise her growing figure, Victoria’s wedding dress left little to the imagination with regard to her continuously growing body...and that was before her age started to catch up to her. An aging metabolism is never a good thing to rely on, not that Victoria was truthfully relying on it for anything more than to reduce the rate at which she was gaining,and even there it was faltering. By the time Victoria crossed the 30 year old threshold, her gain had finally begun to plateau, mostly due in part to her inability to eat enough to gain any further. Her body had gone from slim and relatively acceptable in most circles, to downright obese, but in classic Victoria fashion, she could have cared less. She had her man, she had her hearty appetite, and she had a baby on the way. That was all she could have hoped for.

Hey everyone! Ladies and gentlemen. I would asking to y'all about your personal stories regarding weight gain and how you or your female relative/s deal/t with your/their flabbier bodies as your/their (ever) increasing poundage pile on. Did you/she ever experienced a point where you/she feel your/her body starts to drastically lost your/her tone, her/your flabbier figure to progressively shake progressively with insistence overtime? If yes, did or does you/she deal/t with that more positively or negatively? For any further obese woman, does you/she experienced noteworthy differences in the range of body jiggliness as you/she continually got fatter? Don't be shy! Tell your story.

Audrey begins walking towards me after finishing yet another work out. I can't help but admire her gorgeousness. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, hips to drive anyone mad, perfectly perfect B cup breast, all why having wide hips. Now she is beyond fit, was board abs and capable of doing any work out imaginable. "Phew another work out done, that was a good one and I'm back 122 pounds after my little vacation. It was so weird not to work out." She fills me in on her little trip saying how she broke her diet and crept up to 125. For a fitters nut like her that was surprising. "Well you look as good as ever. This last week was not as fun without having you to talk to during my shift." We say our good byes and I wait to see her again the next day. "Oh hey again, back as always" I say to Audrey with a smile. "You know I come 6 days a week, I love it here" She bigins stretching and warming up for her work out. I sneak a few looks at her fantastic toned butt and shapely legs. A half hour later or so and I hear a loud crashing of the weights. Turns out it was Audrey. I rush over the squat rack to find her grimicing in pain. She blew out her knee under the pressure of the weight. I immediately call an ambulance to have her knee taken care of. She text me the next day telling me she is ok but does have a torn ACL and will require surgery. It's obvious she will miss time at the gym. I wish her well on her surgery and ask we stay in touch until she is back. She tells me of course we will stay in touch sbd that she we see me in two months when her knee is healed. A week after the accident her and I are texting. *the following lines will be an exchange of text* "Hey how are you feeling? How did the surgery go?" "I'm doing pretty good everything considered, I'm enjoying this prescribed relaxation lol and the surgery went as good as it could" "Well I'm glad to hear that ? What are you doing in place of the gym?" " I have not figured that out yet haha but right now I'm eating cake which taste amazing ? I forgot how good this stuff is" "I'm surprised you're eating cake lol you bring such a fitness nut and all" "yeah I know lol but I figure I'll enjoy the things I've been depriving myself of. I'll be able to get back in shape once I'm back" "I'm sure you will ?" We say our good nights and things continue pretty much the same. We text fairly often and when I ask what she is doing she tells me she is eating more times than not. I notice this pattern continues for the next 2 months and as the time passes she seems to be eating more often. The time finally comes sbd she tells me she will be back at the gym tomorrow. She walks in wearing a sweater and swear points. "Hey I'm finally back, it feels so good but a littke strange" I can sense a bit of nervousness coming from her. "Why does it feel strange?" "It's just been a little while as you know and I know I'm not in the same shape I was 2 months ago. I didn't think I would begin to like food as much I do now." "I'm sure you're still in pretty good shape and I doubt you like food that much!" She takes off her jacket and I find myself a bit shocked but thinking about it with as much as she told me she was eating I should not have been surprised. I look her over and the changes are obvious. She has developed a soft tummy and small love handles and all the muscle she had is now gone. "See I told you I wasn't in good shape anymore. I just didn't want to stop eating well my knee was out of commission." "It's not that bad, you gained a little weight but you can get back to where you were" "I think it's more than a little weight. I'm about to go check the scale. I'll let you know the damage. She walks off to the scale and all I notice is how much wider her butt and hips are. "Ok so it bad. I'm at 152 now! That's over 25 pounds heavier than I was." "Could have been worse and for the record you still look really good" She walks off to begin her first work out with her extra work. I sit back and watch her struggle with all the things she use to do with ease. Where she use to easily do 100 sit ups, she barely got 15 now. It was like this with everything. She finishes her work out sweating much more than normal. She tells me good bye. Later that not she sends me a text: "omg this is gonna be so hard to loose the weight I gained! On my way home all I could think about was doughnuts so I stopped and got a dozen and I've already had 3 ?" "aw lol well there goes your work out ? Guess you really do like your food now" " I know lol it's bad ? I told you I did! It just taste so good now and even better because I was starving after that work out" "well if it makes you happy the eat what you want ?" "yeah maybe you're right but I need to find a balance. I want to get back in shape and hear i saying that as I eat my fourth doughnut of the night ?" " yeah slow down girl ?" " I deserve this lol I just worked out haha" The conversation dies down and we fall asleep. She continues to come to the gym and our nightly text conversation continue with her always telling me about what she ate. She continues eating things like doughnuts nightly. Its been about two weeks since she returned to working out and I can tell her works outs are getting easier but I know she has continued eating quite a lot through out the day. She walks up to me and begins talking about her excercises. "At least I'm not sweating as bad as two weeks ago but I should check my weight. I'm guesing it's the same since I have been eating so much" "well I think you slightly more toned." And it was true some of her muscle was returning. She walks off to the scale and once again I watch her walk away with her hips swaying back and fourth. "Well I gained 5 pounds but considering I eat doughnuts nightly that's not very bad right?!" "No that's not bad at least your exercising!" That night I lay there thinking to myself how good she still looks despite gaining weight. Most the weight had been going to her ass and hips. She was beginning to get an Olivia Jeneson feel to her. I decided that night that I should ask her out to dinner. I fall asleep nervous and excited for what the next day may hold. "Hey Audrey" I say this to her as she is leaving the gym. "Yeah?" "So I was wondering something" "what's that Hun?" "Well I was thinking it might be fun to get dinner together some time?" "Yeah! That would be fun. Can we go some where Italian?" "Of course we can! I'm glad you want to go" "i look forward to it." We agree to go to dinner that weekend at an Italian place. "Oh I love this place! Haven't been in such a long time. It use to be your a treated myself when I still had a diet. The portions were so big!" I can see the excitement in her eyes. "Well I figured we might as well go to the best tasting place. I actually haven't been but I've heard so many good things about it and yeah I hear the portions we're out of control!" "Yeah! It's amazing and the portions are crazy. The other times I've been here I could barely eat a quarter of the plate." The waiter comes by and we order our food. She orders chicken Alfredo and I order a calzone. We sit there talking and waiting on our food. As we waited I watched her 4 bread sticks with out her realizing how many she ate. Our food finally comes and we begin to eat. And wow everything taste amazing. I can see the pure joy in her face as she eats her Alfredo. I get through almost half before I call it quits. She eats the eats the whole thing! "Wow I can't believe I just ate all that. God I'm a fatass! It was so good though so I think it was worth it." The waiter comes by and ask about desert before I can respond to her. She bluntly blurps out "yes! Chocolate cake please" "Oh my god why did I just do that? I'm so full but ugh I just can't turn down food anymore." I respond with "well in sure it'll be good and we can share what we can" the cake comes and I ask the waiter for a box. I eat two bites and she eats the rest until there is half left. Keep in mind this cake just like the entrees are meant for 2 to 4 people. We get a box for the cake to take home and she ask if she can have my box too. Let me know if want me to continue or have any feed back. This was my first attempt at a story

Some of you may remember me posting that I was going to write a short story some time ago. I feel like my ideas are organized well enough to do so now! I will write the first of roughly 10-12 chapters over the next few hours. For those who just cant wait here is a little synopsis for you :D.. The name is "The Class Pet". It is about a young college student named Emily who is studying to become personal trainer/dietitian. Little does she know, she will become part of an example used by her teacher to help her classmates learn about weigt gain and its affects on the human body. You can expect quite a few stockholm syndrome components here, as opposed to physical domination. "The Class Pet" Chapter 1: Potential *BEEP BEEP..... BEEP BEEP* The alarm on professor Michaels' watch alerted him to the fact that his third class of the day (right after lunch) had began. As he began to do his roll call he was interrupted by the squeak of the classroom door. It wad an adorable brunette loaded down with snacks, scurrying to the nearest chair she could find. He gave her a scathing glare and continues down his list. Emily Adams? "Here!" said the girl who had just ran in. She promptly followed this by opening her package of oreo cookies rather loudly. The proffesor could not believe a student would dare eat something so unhealthy in a class that was about diet and exercise. It was only the first day of school and he might have already found his example for the cautionary portion of the weight gain chapter. "If this young lady is eating in this manner before she meets the freshmen 15, I cant even imagine what she will be like with a little coaxing!" he thought to himself happily. "Now now," he reminded himself. "I must take my time and make absolutely sure that she is my best possible class pet". Chapter 2: Pear Unknown to Emily, Over the next couple months the professor would assess his candidate as best as he could, inside and out. After studying Emily throughout a whole week of classes, Professor Michaels had made a mental note that along with being late everyday, she brought (and ate) 5 different snacks to his class everyday as well. This went on for about a month or so when he started noticing the pounds sneaking on to her previoulsy boyish figure. When school had begun, she just must've weighed no more than 110lbs. Now, it was clear to him, she had been doing way more than just snacking. If he had to guess he would say she is now every bit of 125, with almost every single pound sticking to her belly. It was very clear that she was rapidly outgrowing her clothing. The professor had never seen anything like it. She had given up on pulling her shirts down for the most part, so he was able to see virtually every pound she gained. Her hips grew wider to accommodate her expanding gut, making her the ultimate pear. "Well," thought Professor Michaels, "physically she is the perfect class pet, I just need to make sure she is mentally suited." With that in consideration he decided to tease her about her snacking in front of the whole class. Her reaction to this teasing would help him decide if she was the appropriate choice. Chapter 3: EAT IT It was the first monday in the second month of school when Mr Michaels' class filed in to the class room. 5 minutes after class started, like clockwork, Emily rushed in. She clumsily dropped her package of mini doughnuts as she hastily took her seat. She bent over over to pick them up, and as she sat up, she was met by Professor Michaels staring down at her with a condescending smirk on his face. "Is lunch never enough for you Ms. Adams?" he sneered rather rudely. "You always seem to feel the need to interrupt my class with your incessant snacking." Emily turned bright red and began tugging on her shirt in a sad attempt to cover the large roll of fat that was on display for everybody to see. "Oh knock it off, we all know its there. I'm not the only one who has noticed it, am I class?" He asked rhetorically. "You know miss adams, when or should i say, if you become a dietician, nobody is going to trust your opinion with that mound of blubber sitting where your waist should be." Emily started to tear up absentmindedly playing with the wrapper of her doughnuts. "Well arent you going to eat them like you do every day?" The professor asked sadistically. With out a single word, she opened the doughnuts and stuffed them in her mouth one by one.

Oh sweet Ariana. What a treat you used to be to. That toned tummy, hardly a hint of fat residing anywhere on it with those small bumps of your abdominals rippling just beneath the surface of your skin. Every lift, every jump stretching your skin tight around those rock hard abs, flaunting the six count that took countless hours to earn, but could be undone in a few days of slacking. Oh sweet Ariana. How wonderfully sculpted your arms once were. Those endless number curls, dips, pull ups, and push ups molding your muscles into a sculpture of art. Never thick, or disruptive of your slender image, but much like your abs, your triceps and even those biceps were lurking just beneath the surface, ready to shoot towards the surface at the command of a flex. Those “sports bras” that you wore left nothing to the imagination with regards to your arms or your wonderful perky little breasts. Just big enough to provide that intermittent jiggle or bounce from your cleavage to remind us that your twins would feel spectacular to touch. Oh sweet Ariana. Those lean thighs of yours used to demonstrate perfection in motion. That wonderful contrast that came from each bouncing step as all four parts of your quadricep would visibly flex with each step, a smooth glide and a firm jolt as the step was completed. How your thighs used to run down to those dainty little calves, firm as rocks but never a cause for alarm when you donned heels. Oh sweet Ariana. The rise and bounce of your firm booty, hardly an inch of fat to jiggle but round and bubbly all the same. That was your true masterpiece. Seemingly sculpted out of air and floating right behind the rest of your toned body, each step was an indescribable flowing motion as your hip rocked to one side, that firm cheek rose and then dropped with a resolute bounce before those muscles, hardly accustomed to sitting, contracting instantaneously and locking that hard bubble into place, leaving a round, taut curve below your spine.What a marvel you used to be. What a spectacle you used to create as you would spend those countless hours in the gym, turning the heads of even the most bad ass of men with your firm booty and slender hourglass physique. What a shame that your appetite always got the better of you, that pesky inner Greek that had once provided that beautiful tan complexion and charming shoulder length mocha hair ultimately turning your greatest strength into an insurmountable weakness. What a fatal mistake you made, that unwavering faith in your Greek goddess metabolism, that dependency on an unsustainable attribute. What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. How that taut tummy has evolved into so much more. Gone are the days of those small abdominal muscles flexing against the skin, buried under a volcanic rock slide of caloric excess made up of too many donuts, unnecessary protein shakes and a surfeit of wine. It is true what they say, that a glass of red wine can be good for the heart, but a bottle did far more harm than good. The impressive compounding of calories built up slowly at first, taking away your impressive definition before slowly turning that convex tummy outwards into a subtle concave curve. From there, it was simply a matter of time as the waves began to form, starting with a simple overhang and extending outward as the fat expanded, building upon earlier layers to ultimately form a proper gut. Perhaps you would have stopped there, but no, you were far too eager and greedy for that, not disciplined enough to stop yourself from indulging in those delectable meals that you loved to cook, instead stoking the fire and quickly adding rolls to your once invisible waistline, forming a full blown belly.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. What strong, firm arms you used to have, those muscles supporting your every lift and flex. Incredible how those same arms fail you today, unresponsive to the demands of even completing a single push up. Where once you could effortless crank through dips as your tricep head flexed it’s muscular strength, now your jiggly arms shake violently as you force yourself out of bed each morning. Those once impeccable muscles practically dead weights, except to bring food to your over eager mouth, the one set of muscles you were never able to fatigue.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. Graceful as a swan, your slender legs serving almost like stilts as you would glide across the floor. Hard to believe you used to have a well defined thigh gap and subtle but rippling muscles that emerged with each delicate step. While perhaps stronger than your days of daily squats, those muscles have been long lost to thick layers of encasing fat. Each step now serving as a violent reminder to how little control you have over the jiggling layers that serve as the bridge connecting your legs, lifting nothing more than all of the additional weight you let accumulate on the rest of your body, widening to handle the load.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. That once subtle hourglass accenting your perky breasts, despite their relatively minuscule size to your impressive behind. Much like the rest of you, those two bustling cantaloupes continued to blossom until they removed any doubt of being able to provide a canyon of hearty cleavage and a violent chain of bounces with each step. Of course, those are effortlessly overshadowed by not only your burgeoning belly and it’s impressive roles that outdistance them, but by your once trademark feature: your impeccable ass. Those two over inflated spheres of gluttony, the ultimate thrown cushions for any queen to rest on throughout her day at the office, a portable first class seat everywhere you waddle. Much like before, your bountiful booty trails the rest of your body, widened hips and love handles included, only now it never seems to stop jiggling. What was once an incredibly fluid motion of bounce and contract has now evolved into an inability to pump the breaks. Protruding far behind your body, it seems almost as if it is your shadow, only unable to fully abide by the laws of physics with each rippling movement.What a marvel you have become sweet Ariana. Oh sweet Ariana.

What's your favorite food to settle down in a comfy chair or bed to have a good ol fashioned stuffing on? Personally I love sushi and anything greasy like fries and potato cakes. Pastas are also a favorite of mine. For sweets I love blocks of chocolate because I can easily eat several and pack down delicious calories. Icecream and custard come in close second there mmmm I'm making myself hungry again damn it lol So, what;s your fav? ❤️

Boy, there sure are a lot of magic bakeries in weight gain fiction. Here's my contribution to the peculiar sub-genre. Jae had finished shopping for the day, and her hands were full as she made her way back to the car. Nearing the mall’s revolving doors, she passed a bakery. She’d walked by the same bakery dozens of times before, but something about the spicy-sweet scent wafting out brought her to a stop today. Setting down her bags, Jae looked into the window. The display made her mouth water. Pyramids of strawberry tarts, stacks of bars and brownies, cookies the size of dinner plates; everything looked so delicious and substantial. Jae scolded herself. Her appetite wasn’t usually so easily aroused - she prided herself on self-discipline. The figure reflected in the window testified to that, the result of years of dedication to the gym and sensible portions. She was short and compact, muscled but not too muscled. Jae had a body that even her friends, all 20-something gym rats themselves, looked on with jealousy. And it wasn’t just her body that they envied. Her face was pretty, too. Blonde hair bounced on her forehead, covering one side of her face (a new look she wasn’t sure she liked yet). Green eyes glimmered above high, chiseled cheekbones, and soft, pink lips. Normally, she would have picked up her bags and walked away. But something about this place called to her. Just one little treat wouldn’t hurt. When was the last time she even set foot in a bakery? The bell rang as she stepped inside. A middle-aged woman stood behind the register, surrounded by cakes and pies. Her apron was black with “Treats Bakery” printed on the chest in flowery purple script. It must have been an XL at least; maybe XXL, given the substantial frame it was containing. The baker smiled and spread her arms wide in a gesture of welcome. “Thanks for stopping in, dear. What can I get you?” “It all just looks so good. I don’t know…” “You don’t look like the type who does a lot of indulging, so if you want a recommendation from an old pro… I just finished filling these cannoli.” The woman pointed to a stack of Italian pastries, dusted with powdered sugar. “Sold. I’ll take one.” “Just one?” The woman looked a bit hurt. Jae was a very kind woman, sometimes to a fault, and felt a familiar people-pleasing urge well up in her. “Two,” she said, tentatively, hoping the upgrade would please the baker. “That’s a bit more like it! But we have a buy 3, get one free deal. That way it’s a third of a dozen. Easier for inventory, you know?” Jae nodded, even though it didn’t make any sense. She wasn’t a bakery regular, though - maybe pastries were usually sold in third-dozen increments?. She paid and took a seat with her little box of cannoli. The woman had tied it all up with a purple bow, which contrasted beautifully against the black box. It was almost a shame to open it up, but she did anyway. And then she took a big bite of the first cannoli. Cream and sweetness filled her mouth. “Ohmygod,” she said. “So good.” The woman behind the counter smiled, hands on her hips. “I knew you’d like it. It’s one of our specialties here, and nothing beats fresh.” Jae barely registered the baker’s words. She was too busy moaning, far louder than was proper. It was so good. Sweet and creamy and thick and rich. Before she knew it, the first two were gone. Savouring the third cannoli, she leaned back in the steel chair. She stretched her legs and curled her toes. Barely this side of orgasm, Jae rode on waves of sweetness. She closed her eyes. ***** “Jae, come mind the register while I finish up frosting this batch of peanut butter cupcakes.” Jae looked around vaguely, but there was nobody else in the store. The woman behind the register was talking to her. Her mind clouded. Hadn’t she been… Shopping? Where were her bags? And she’d come in to have a snack… the cannoli in the pretty box! But the box too was missing. She shook her head, hoping to clear the odd fogginess. Why did she have an apron on? “Sure, I’ll be right there, Betty.” Somehow, Jae knew the heavy middle-aged woman’s name. Standing up and stepping around the counter seemed different. Her chubby belly jiggled slightly, pooching just a bit over her belt. Her quick step and long strides seemed to have slowed. Had she gained weight recently? She hiccuped and tasted cinnamon. Memories of nibbling her way through a plate of slightly-burned baklava during a slow morning floated through her mind. Her fingers were still sticky with honey. Without thinking, she moved to lick them. “Jae! Don’t do that, dear!” Betty’s voice was stern but not angry. She was staring at Jae, head cocked. “I swear, sweetie, sometimes I just don’t know where your mind is. We can’t have you slobbering all over your hands while you’re on the clock.” Her face softened into a motherly smile. “You must be hungry. Have some of these almond biscotti - I made a full batch this morning, and they aren't selling. Just don’t let any customers see you snacking, and for goodness sake, keep your hands clean.” Jae stood behind the counter, her mind like molasses. She wasn’t alarmed; in spite of the confusion, she felt safe in here. Hazy memories of afternoons working behind the counter with Betty started to coalesce. Slow evenings spent eating overstock and flawed product. She reached out and took a biscotti. Not surprisingly, it was phenomenal. Everything at Treats always was. With her other hand, she grabbed a second one, stuffing it in as soon as she’d finished the first. The register, the counter, the rotating pie display all faded away. It was just her and the crunchy, vaguely chocolatey flavour of the biscotti. She closed her eyes. ***** “Excuse me?” A customer stood in front of her. A fat man, maybe ten years her senior, dressed in a grey suit. “Are you alright? You seemed to be drifting there. I didn’t want to startle you.” “Oh. Uh, no, sure, I mean… yeah. You didn’t!” When had he come in? Jae forced a broad smile, showing off her white teeth and double chin, while she reached to hide her plate of biscotti under the counter. Except they were already gone. Not just the treats themselves, but the plate as well. Again, everything seemed slightly fractured. “I’ll have my usual. And… how about a hot chocolate” “Of course,” Jae said, and, without thinking, turned to the wall of treats behind her. She filled a pastry box with maple glazed donuts, operating with the speed and expertise of someone who had done this hundreds of times before. Moving towards the hot chocolate machine, she felt her body wobble. She caught a glimpse of herself in the shiny plastic of the machine. Something was off about it, but she wasn’t sure what. It was the same blonde hair and green eyes, the same chubby pink cheeks, the same double chin, that she saw in the mirror every morning. Moments ago (had it been moments ago?) eating the biscotti, she’d felt chubby, but this was well beyond that. She handed the man his donuts and hot chocolate. He paid and thanked her, then left. Alone, Jae stood by the register and tried to clear her head. “Betty?” She called into the back room, “I’m going to take fifteen, okay?” She walked slowly towards the employee washroom in back. Nearly every part of her jiggled. Her thighs, separated only by tight black cotton slacks, rubbed. The feeling of her large ass cheeks rising and falling with each step reverberated through her entire lower body. Jae couldn’t shake the sense that this was unusual. Her ass was firm from years of pumping weights and jogging on treadmills… No, that wasn’t right. She spent her free time lounging on the couch, and she hadn’t been to a gym in years. Why had she even thought that? Fitness had never been a priority for her, and she’d been fat since her big growth spurt as a teenager. From then, she’d only gotten heavier and heavier, right up until today. Unprompted, an image surfaced - getting ready for work this morning, wearing only a tight bra and too-small pink panties, she’d weighed herself. 295 pounds. Up a few pounds in the last month - she’d need a new wardrobe soon. Jae splashed some water on her plump cheeks and rubbed her eyes for a minute. Her mind was clearing up. She’d binged on leftover pies last night, and hadn’t gotten to bed until well after 1:00am. That was probably why she was so groggy today. After reapplying her light makeup, Jae returned to the counter. Standing behind the register, she sniffed the air delicately. It always smelled so good at work. Her substantial gut rumbled expectantly. She thought of the fat man, who was probably digging into his box of maple donuts by now. Her stomach rumbled jealously. . As if on cue, Betty popped out of the back room. “Oh dear. These didn’t come out right at all. Too much icing.” SHe placed the entire tray next to Jae, and Jae dug in without asking. Brownies, nearly black with dark chocolate. True to Betty’s word, they were more icing than brownie. They stuck to Jae’s tongue and the roof of her mouth, almost too sweet. Jae giggled to herself - as if “too sweet” was even a thing. One after another, the brownies made their way into her mouth, until she was nearly drowning in an ocean of sugar. Jae sighed contentedly. Luckily, Betty had already made her way back to the ovens. Her boss probably wouldn’t look kindly on that sort of deep purring from behind the register. Jae stuffed another in, moaned, and closed her eyes. ***** In front of her stood a bald man in a wool sweater. “Could I get a dozen apple fritters? The wife loves them.” “Oh. I… Didn’t see you come in. Of course!” Box in hand, she turned towards the back display, and promptly drove her thigh into a heavy wooden chair. She squeaked in pain and surprise. Since when did they have a wooden chair behind the register? As soon as she asked herself the question, the answer was obvious - since she got too fat for the old metal one. Jae awkwardly sidestepped the unexpected chair, noticing that her thighs never fully separated, even as she spread them to move laterally. The whole area behind the counter seemed different - roomier. Of course it did. She remembered the renovations, a grim week when she had no work to come into, and therefore no surplus bakery snacks to eat. Even though Betty had generously paid her for that week off, Jae had still massively overspent trying to satisfy her sugar addiction. She’d never realized how expensive pastry was until she was actually forced to buy it. “Uh, are you out of fritters? If you are, I could get something else…” The man seemed a bit concerned by Jae’s collision with the chair and subsequent lapse into silence while staring at the shelves. “No, sorry, was just… Having trouble seeing them.” Jae’s voice sounded lower and more resonant than she remembered. She looked downward, past her heavy breasts and even heavier stomach. The apple fritters were a low turnover item, so they were placed on the very bottom of the display. That meant she would have to bend over. Jae bent at the knees and moved to squat, but she wasn’t strong enough. So she bent at the waist, her enormous ass raised in the air. She felt a gust of cool air flow up her dress, rapidly cooling the hot area of flabby insulation that lay around her thighs and stomach. Thankfully she’d worn a stretchy dress that morning. She could recall recently ripping a pair of pants down the length of her ass crack when reaching for some cherry danishes. Bent over like this, she could barely breathe. Her ponderous triple belly piled up on itself, and, with nowhere to go, the fat pushed against her lungs. Eager to enjoy oxygen again, she hurriedly packed a dozen fritters into the box. With great relief, Jae straightened up, yanked the front of her dress out from the overhang of her gut, and waddled slowly back to the register, wheezing from the effort. The man frowned as she cheerfully handed him the box. She couldn’t be more than 25, and she had barely been able to walk ten steps. Hopefully this wasn’t an indication of what the treats might do to his wife. He dropped a five into the tip jar, hoping she would use it on a gym membership. Oblivious to the man’s concern, Jae plopped her enormous ass onto the sturdy chair that sat behind the register. Jae knew she couldn’t stand for long - not without becoming uncomfortable. Even just filling that order had left her blonde bangs sticking to a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. The last hundred pounds had come with some mobility impediments. Her thighs could barely fit past each other, especially since each had developed a little inner roll at the very top. Each step required those same overstuffed and undermuslced thigh to push hanging belly apron out of the way. A lifetime of lazy indulgence had left Jae a bulging monument to obesity who struggled to walk. Somewhere underneath, her engorged pussy lay buried in its own mound of fat. It tingled slightly at these thoughts. Momentarily, she felt alarm; why was she getting aroused at work? Then, it came to her - Somewhere around age 23 and pound 400, she’d tangled sex and indulgence together. It was all just sweetness. Images floated across her field of vision of herself and her boyfriend, wrapped around each other in flagrante, massive bellies slapping against each other as they struggled against their weight to bring each other to completion. Before she could get too far lost in her fantasy, Betty stepped out from the back, wiping her hands on her apron. “You look a little flushed, dear. Are you feeling alright?” “Absolutely,” Jae said, reaching for a cinnamon bun. “Never felt better.” Betty shrugged and returned to the kitchen. Jae took a huge bite and closed her eyes. *****

Inspired by the Stacey Poole thread here are some pictures of another UK model Stacey Massey who has gained weight giving her bigger boobs and a more attractive curvier physique. She seems to have stopped modelling which is such a shame Before - 2011 After 2013/14

Sincerely, I should admit I've got kinda dissapointed to realize how there be pretty difficult to set up as "feeder" , in a nevertheless metropolitan city famous for its multiculturally dense foodie culture like Montreal, an average-class greasing diet which offsets a daily caloric intake capable to get north over the 3-4000 calories per day. Especially, when you just fixed as mutual goal within your dearest opposite-sex pal, recently boosted out again from one's umpteenth short-term pessimistic-oriented mindset periods about her weight gain issue while desire wholeheartedly turning her sometimes-not-so-thin-anymore-sometimes-unexpectedly-slowdown-south-to-the-size-chart-again self into a wishfully obese one, to make overdriving her somewhat still-overly high metabolism of hers by quadrupling casually her already, equally overindulgent caloric intake... either according mere mental calculation based on x and y points, a forward-looking, likely-pionnering-to-Canadian-standards, over-9000 cal/day! An easy way perhaps in some countries like USA where beachball-sized burgers exists at an low cost above all in any street corner and where even the littiest sauce-seasoned salad purchased into a fast food resto may bending any average vegan denizen into the double-chairing-blimp lane in a matter of months [to every member from American citizenship here, I beg to y'all by advance your pardon for these clichés] ... but not in a country where high-quality wines, cheese culture, poutines, queues-de-castor, salt, heads of State granted by humorous surnames and the CH team pathetically defeated year-after-year are factually the only single things here which surrounds in an utterly manner overall our both belts and daily lives. And just in case you recommand me the famous heavy cream diet... every content of this sort can't overreach the 500ml legal barrer, so I must probably purchase on the Web 10-15 gallons biweekly via States-or-France web import aaaaaaaa-nd it looks too-much expensive on a monthly basis according few glances and a quick assessment. I can still purchase thirty 500ml local cans in the same pace here buuuut!... still kinda expensive in an monthly basis too. Sooo... every single idea or experience detail might be helpfully welcomed on this thread, people. :/ #whenyouloudtohelpbutnotloudtohelp #heeeeelp #tooproudtoloudtohelp #

Luziana is a lovely German model...

Michelle Stuffen did well these last four years: