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    Hello everyone, I just finished my Pokimane Weight gain story if you are interested- Pokimane Weight Gain Story I think that all of you will enjoy it greatly and I hope she continues her weight gain.
  2. Hello guys, I just finished my first full-sized weight gain story, and I wanted to share part 1 with you. Here's a link to my profile which contains the other parts of the story, enjoy! Nicole As the autumn winds rustled through my weary body, I sighed softly. The cool, chill air was almost too much for someone like me. Still, the thought of putting on flesh to combat this cold wasn't a completely alien thought to me. What was the point anyway? I would have to lose the excess flab once summer's ruthless hotness enters our lives. The warmer summer always meant one thing: clothes to expose how much fatter you had gotten due to the cruel winter. Winter is a tempting mistress, with party after party. Every party stocked full of treats with thousands and thousands of calories. Rich lava cakes, creamy ice cream cakes, chewy cookie cakes (yes, I like cakes), and the pies. Pumpkin, apple, and even blueberry just to name a few. Those were just the sweets. Who can forget the seemingly limitless supply of tortilla chips, mozzarella sticks, and bread? I loved bread so much, too much. The simple taste of butter on any slice of bread made my taste buds erupt with pure joy. I love to eat, but this year would be vastly different. I would break my yearly cycle. Every year, once the leaves started to fall, my weight would steadily rise like the tides; only it hardly receded. It usually starts slowly with an extra cookie or donut at work. Soon, I would be uncontrollably stuffing my fat face during Thanksgiving dinner. By Christmas, I'm already 20 pounds heavier. I become lethargic and gluttonous, and working out and dieting do not even register in my mind. My only desire becomes to eat and eat. Food nearly envelops my entire life, as it always tastes better when I am fatter. The food also kept me warm; it made me combat the deadly winters that only seemed to get colder and longer. Once the flowers started to bloom, none of my summer clothes fit. When spring starts, I'm usually awestruck by my massive gain. 40 to 50 pounds in only 5 months! All summer, I struggled to lose my massive winter weight gain by depriving myself of my favorite foods. I usually manage to lose some, but not all the weight. Years of neglecting those winter pounds had finally bite me in my massive bottom. I would never forget that day. "321 pounds! I can't believe you have become such a pig!" My thin husband sadistically shrieked after seeing such a high number on the scale. This was last June. I had just turned 27 and legitimately ripped through the new dress that he got me. My face must have been redder than the entire pizza I had just eaten for breakfast. I truly felt like a whale. I was massive. My face was completely replaced by round fat. My arms had turned wider than my waist back in college. My massive breasts sagged downwards and were bigger than my husband's face. My belly was so round and wide that it struggled to fit into some doors unless I walked in sideways. My ass and thighs were as wide as tree trunks. Not to mention, cellulite covered my lower body. I was disgusting and huge. I was not always like this. When we got married, I had a body that everyone envied. I was 5'5 and weighed in at a slim 120 pounds with massive D cup breasts. I had everything that a man would lust for. Every part of me was beyond perfect; every guy was enthralled with every part of my body. Long blonde hair, perfect skin without a single zit, big bosoms, a slim waist, and even a decent sized butt. Not to mention my baby blue eyes, which were fairly large. My small nose and big lips added to my allure. Even my thin, delicate arms did not have an ounce of fat on them. I longed for the old days of being 21! Being young and naïve about how the world works. I was even naïve about myself. We married, and both got decent office jobs. My job was dreadfully boring. Every second of being in that office was simply torture for my adventurous soul. I dreamed of traveling around the world and meeting interesting people. I wanted stories to tell my kids about my exhilarating life. That obviously did not happen due to the increasingly ridiculous cost of simply living. Surviving was expensive enough in a big city, especially with those damn bills that only got higher as the years progressed. I turned to food to pass the time. Most of the fat ladies in my office were always offering me food. Food made every painful second in the office better, until Dan noticed. At first, Dan was nice about my weight gain. He had always been warm and kind. Even when I freaked out about eating my way to 200 pounds, he comforted me. Even after all of the buttons that I had unknowingly popped, all of the old tops that I had ripped, and even after I managed to eat an entire cheesecake. He truly was a sweetheart. He always tried his best to make healthy dinners for us and reminded me not to snack during work. He even tried to get me to exercise. I loathed exercising. I just went to any fast food place to fill my greedy belly. I believed that I was hopeless. I was already huge; I honestly believed I would never get thin ever again. I didn't listen to him, and he was finally tired of me. I was just too greedy and I could not stop myself from stuffing my face with food. "Nicole, I am done! I can't live with someone who cares so little about themselves! If you keep eating like this, you will die. I do not want to see it. Jesus, you are too fat for us to even start a family." He continued to yell about all of his issues with me and my obese body. At one point, he stopped screaming. He started to pack quietly while I pleaded for him to stay. I needed him to give me one more chance. I would lose all of the weight. I would get back 120 pounds, just like when we were married. He didn't listen. He left me all alone in this cruel world. Surprisingly, his leaving motivated me to diet and exercise. I starved myself for nearly a year and a half before I finally shrunk myself down to a still chubby 165 pounds. I was no longer fat and the winter was legitimately killing me. I forgot how much I dreaded the cold. Maybe that was the reason that I overate so much. Was it simply a coping mechanism to protect my body from the insidious cold? It didn't help that I lived in New Hampshire. A state was known for its brutal winters. I always longed to head south, but Dan tempted me to stay with his promise of a stable income and a life together forever. To be honest, I was the one to break the promise by fattening myself up like a cow. I put some of the blame on the office though. That office must have a curse. There must be a reason why every single female worker was grossly overweight, except for a few new hires and Cassandra. They all eventually pack on weight; it was only a matter of when. I saw her slim body as I entered the office. She smiled at me and soon started to move her thin lips. "Nicole, you look simply famished! Try some of these donuts that HR brought." She said while finishing one of the delectable treats. My belly legitimately growled like Godzilla with the heavenly aroma of the freshly baked donuts. I decided that one donut would not kill me, but that's always how it happens. Every weight gain starts with one donut; this gave me an idea. "I'm not sure, Cassandra, my belly is still so big." I purposely stuck my belly out as far as I could while lifting up my shirt. "Maybe if you ate one with me, nobody would think about me being so chubby." Cassandra simply giggled like a high school girl, "I already had one, but yeah, I can eat another one. I skipped breakfast, so why not?" I quickly consumed the donut. It was beyond amazing. I can't put into words how delicious the glazed donut was. The sugar energized me like a cup of coffee. I craved another donut, but soon decided against it. I couldn't let myself give into temptation too much. Even if the donuts screamed at me to eat them. I quickly snapped out of my trance and continued to talk to the beautiful young brunette. "So, how about we eat lunch together. I heard there was this new Mexican restaurant that everyone raves about!" Cassandra frowned for a second. She really loved showing her emotions, even when she didn't want anyone to know them. "I don't know. I already packed a salad." I pouted. I quickly responded, "Salad is so boring. Some warm Mexican food will cheer you up, and it's Friday. You need to treat yourself." Cassandra looked like she was thinking hard. Her blank expression soon turned joyful. "I think you are right. Plus, a lunch out would be so much fun! I will see then." She soon walked away. I looked at her figure. It was simply perfect. Her slim arms, her perfectly sized butt and hips, and not to mention her decently sized breasts. Her brown hair matched her small brown eyes. I always thought that her eyes were small due to her excessive screen time. Still, her slightly bigger nose and smallish lips made her look less perfect. Not to mention her perfectly pale, white skin that glowed like the massive sun. It was still surprising that she avoided any massive weight gain after being in the office for an extended period of time. The pale beauty had worked here for nearly 4 years, and she was 26, only 2 years younger than me. I wondered what she would look like she if she gained some weight. Would it mostly go to her belly, her butt, or maybe her breasts? These thoughts surprisingly helped me work through the endless day at the office. It was finally 12 PM and we had an hour for lunch. Our bosses were actually really nice and didn't seem to care too much if we had longer lunches, just as long as we finished our daily quota of mind-numbing work. The restaurant was a short walk from our office, so we quickly walked in the freezing cold. "This wind is killing me!" Cassandra stated while the cool wind brushed through our tired bodies. The aroma of Mexican cuisine almost overwhelmed my entire body when we finally stepped into the restaurant. I hadn't been to a restaurant since Dan left me. Maybe this was a bad idea, but these thoughts left my mind when I pictured a fattened version of Cassandra. It would all be worth it. For some reason, I couldn't get the thought of her getting massive out of my head. Maybe, it was something that could give my life meaning. Something that would take me away from the monotonous Hell that was now my life. We were soon seated at a fairly big table. The entire restaurant was packed, but luckily our server quickly came to give us water and tortilla chips with salsa. Both of us were quite hungry, and the waiter didn't come back for 15 minutes to take our order. This led to both of us somehow finishing the entire basket of chips. I already felt like my belly had expanded from the sheer quantity of chips that I had consumed. The chips were almost like a drug to me. Once I had one, I could not stop. Suddenly, our young waiter came back. Unfortunately, he brought another basket filled to the brim with fattening chips. He even brought a cheesy Queso dip. "Sorry, it took so long for me to come back. It is way too packed. For being so patient, I did bring you guys some fresh Queso. What can I get you guys today?" While mindlessly eating the oily chips, I had convinced Cassandra to get the Enchilada Special. It came with 3 enchiladas that were loaded with cheese and your choice of meat. Not to mention, the enchiladas were covered with a rich yet creamy sauce. The meal even included a side of Mexican rice and beans. The meal was simply enormous and probably had around 1000 or more calories in it. It was hard to convince her, as she claimed it would be too rich for herself. I legitimately had to order one myself. It looked like my chubby body was going to morph into pure fat this winter. Our waiter smiled when he took our order and told us that it would be out soon. He was so wrong. "What the fuck is taking so long?" Cassandra inquired while continuing to slowly eat chip after chip. Each chip that she ate was dipped in a large bowl of Queso. The Queso was rich and full of calories. I forgot to mention that we were both dressed in traditional office wear. So we were both wearing a fitted suit and pants. We removed our jackets as the restaurant was warm. I noticed that after eating a copious amount of chips, Cassandra had a round ball of flesh visible due to all the chips she consumed. I had never seen any flesh on her, even while sitting down. She was stuffing herself just like I was. Maybe the chips were loaded with something addictive to make us fat. All of their customers around the restaurant were quite overweight too. It was a conspiracy. What if they fattened up their customers so that they ordered more food, leading them to get more profits? Still, I really hoped that she managed to finish her massive meal. Finally, the waiter arrived with two huge plates. The smell of food nearly made me orgasm. See, I used to come to this restaurant every week. Until, my husband left and I started to diet like a madwoman. Cassandra looked nervously at the massive plate of food that was now sitting on our wooden table. She looked worried about something. "I didn't realize that this meal would be so big." How could I make her feel better? How could I unleash her inner pig? The poor girl was most likely stuffed from the amount of chips she had just eaten. I awkwardly smiled at her and said, "Trust me, take a bite and you won't stop eating until everything is over." She looked somewhat afraid. Was she worried about how fattening the dish was? I had no idea, but it seemed like she was paralyzed with fear. She probably hadn't had a big meal in ages. I just sighed and took my fork and cut her a bite of her chicken enchiladas. "What are you doing?" She seemed quite confused. "Trust me, just eat this one bite. You will love this." She frantically looked around the room to see all of the other fat customers eating their enormous meals. "OK, wow, mmmmh, you are right! This is incredible!" One bite of the meal changed her entire outlook. She dug into her massive meal, eating the food at a surprisingly quick pace. I too started eating the food and almost came right in my pants after the first bite. The food was beyond good. It was simply sublime in every possible way. My beef enchiladas were tastier than I remembered. It seemed that every bite of the food brought back memories of intense flavor. I seemed to have forgotten about everything while I dug into the enchiladas. They were stuffed with my meat and cheese. Not to mention the creamy sauce that balanced the spicy beef. The Mexican rice was to die for. It was simply packed full of tasty spices. The beans tasted like they were freshly grown. Every pinto bean I tasted was simply packed with incredible Mexican flavors. I even ate a few chips and dipped them into the rich enchilada sauce. I eventually stepped out of my trance when I realized that everything on my plate was simply gone and my belly was stuffed to the brim. It must have extended almost 4 inches further than it was during the morning. I touched the hard layer of fat disappointingly. It actually hurt. Cassandra soon interrupted my own thoughts. "Urp! Oh my God! I have never been so full in my life. My stomach hurts so much." She loudly proclaimed. I looked at her and noticed that she somehow managed to finish her massive meal. Her stomach had also expanded significantly, like mine. She was slowly rubbing her food belly. "I look like I am pregnant." I cheerfully laughed, "We both do! My food baby is probably bigger though." She chuckled loudly, "That isn't something to be proud of. Wait, what does our waiter have in his hand?" I slowly turned my head and noticed that our waiter was making his way to our table with our check and a gigantic slice of cake. "Here is your receipt. Also, this cake is on the house. We really want to apologize for how long it took for the food to come out." He calmly stated and then walked away. Cassandra's small brown eyes grew at the sight of the monstrous slice of cake. She looked down at her belly, which was filled to the brim with extremely rich Mexican food. "I don't think I could have a bite if I wanted to... but it does look and smell delicious." She mirrored my thoughts precisely. The cake looked simply divine, but my belly was so jammed packed with food. A bite wouldn't hurt me, right? It was as if one big meal had awakened the dormant glutton that existed deep down in my soul. I couldn't help myself. My entire body was shaking and telling me to not eat, but I couldn't control myself. I needed at least a bite of the large chocolatey concoction. I slowly filled my sliver spoon full of cake and opened my mouth. The taste was unbelievable. The chocolate was rich and creamy, not to mention that the cake itself was baked to perfection. "Cassandra, you have to try one bite of this cake! It is legitimately the best cake I have ever eaten in my life." I noticed her pupils staring directly at me as I took my second bite of the rich cake. "I don't know..." She continued to rub her fairly ** food baby. I finished my second bite and started pouting, "There is no way that I can finish this slice of cake, and since I have already taken a bite, they won't take it back. You don't like wasting food, right? Especially when there are starving children." She still looked somewhat reluctant to eat the cake after being so full, but it seemed like my nagging had worked. She slowly took her spoon and shoveled a small bite of the cake. Her eyes grew in size again with just a small bite of sweet cake. She grinned at me, "You were right. I haven't had cake in years. Wow, this truly is fantastic!" I smiled back at her and we both started to work on the ginormous slice. Every bite added more girth to our already stuffed bellies, but it was simply too good to deny ourselves. Both of us had dieted for awhile. Cassandra must have been dieting her entire life, but now here she was stuffing her face while already being extremely full. Soon, the cake disappeared, and the waiter returned to take the bill and get his tip. I honestly struggled to get up. Luckily, the waiter helped both of us up. I noticed Cassandra's face turned red as a tomato. The waiter noticed this and said, "Don't worry. Most people need help up after big meals." They both stared deeply into each other's eyes for a brief second, but he soon walked away. Had she fallen in love? "I have never been so full in my life. Did you know that I had to unbutton my pants? I can't even button them back because of how big my belly is." Cassandra stated as we walked back to work. I was so preoccupied with my own binge that I didn't even notice her pants were unbuttoned. Our jackets honestly did not even cover our bellies. We honestly both looked like we were 5 months pregnant. Luckily, it did not feel as cold as it did before. All of the food warmed both of our souls. Soon we were back to our small cubicles. After only a few hours, Sasha, one of the older workers, came by my cubicle. "I brought chocolate chip cookies for the entire office. Do you want one?" My belly suddenly growled. "I'll take that as a yes." She put a fairly large cookie on my desk. I tried my best to avoid eating the treat, but I was too weak. Even though, I felt like any amount of food would make my belly explode, I devoured the cookie. I was too weak-minded. Maybe in my almost drunken state of being stuffed, something compelled me to eat the cookie. It tasted OK, but it certainly wasn't the best cookie that I have ever eaten. Still, the chocolate chips hit me with an intense sense of nostalgia. I was full of hope and dreams that would soon be crushed by my own stupidity. I was back to being 21 during the winter. It was around 6 months before I got married. I loved chocolate chip cookies. It was a cold winter day. It was a few days after Christmas, and we were at my grandmother's house. For a year, I had been avoiding almost every single treat to maintain my perfect figure. I felt completely in control of my body and my life. Still, I had been dreaming about my grandmother's endless array of baked goods. She made the best cakes, brownies, and even pies. I always let myself eat copious amounts of treats during the 2 weeks that we spent with her during every winter break. The extra pounds that I gained could usually be lost with extra time in the gym and dieting. Still, I always felt slightly embarrassed about going back to school with those extra few pounds on my bony figure. The weight was always in my belly; I vividly remember hating having any amount of fat on my stomach. This year was different, though. It must have been my metabolism slowly getting slower. Maybe it was the fact that I could not stop stuffing my face with all of the treats that she continued to bake for us. That did not even include the massive meals that she cooked for us. It was actually the last night that we were in her house. My 19-year old sister and I were dressed in our snug tops and jeans after showering. The day started with chocolate chip pancakes and chocolate chip cookies made by my grandmother. We both devoured our delicious breakfast while chugging whole milk. I never drank whole milk, but I allowed myself to eat whatever I desired at Grandma's house. My mind was so preoccupied with the amazing taste of chocolate. I loved chocolate. Chocolate seriously made the buttery flapjacks even better. Each piece of pancake was covered in maple syrup. Those cookies were also amazing. I was pleasantly stuffed after breakfast, like every day at Grandma's. I decided to take a nap on the couch. I eventually woke up to an intoxicating aroma. Our grandmother had made two freshly baked pizzas for both of us. I would never have considered eating something so decadent at the time. Something that was so full of calories, but my grandma's cooking was special to me. I always ate anything that she made. In 2 weeks, I had eaten simply everything. I ate creamy pasta, fried chicken, heavenly lasagna, meaty ribs, massive burgers, homemade French fries, mashed potatoes, fried okra, and more. I ate everything that I stopped myself from eating throughout the year. I thought about everything delicious that Grandma made for us while eating probably the best pizza of all time. The pizza was huge. I honestly already felt somewhat full from somehow eating six chocolate pancakes for breakfast. The six pancakes were covered in butter and maple syrup too, which made them even better. My weight was not even on my mind as I savored every bite of the pizza. "This is so good." I almost moaned after finishing the first of the eight slices. The pizza was thick, covered in cheese and Mariana sauce. The olives and pepperoni made the already tantalizing dish more irresistible. "I know." My heavier sister replied while inhaling her pizza. She had gained so much weight. She had really been pigging out as she had gotten a job at a restaurant as a waitress. She claimed that she did not have the patience for four more years of education at a boring college. She claimed that she made enough money to survive, especially since the restaurant offered her free meals. She simply did not seem to care about her tummy, which continued to grow. She was getting fat, just like I would. Her poor shirts could not even hide the sheer girth of her growing pooch. Not to mention, her thighs were getting way too thick for her jeans. Her jeans simply looked glued onto her increasingly pudgy figure. While eating the pizza, I thought about her weight gain, the amazing food my grandma made, and my wedding. "Urp." I belched loudly and quickly noticed that I had devoured the entire pizza. I was usually only able to eat about half of my grandmother's pizzas because they were so rich. That thought quickly left my mind as I had noticed that my sister had finished her entire pizza too. She was really pigging out. My sister and I then decided to watch some TV. We watched The Simpsons while sipping on wine. My mother joined and commented on how we should take it easy on the wine and the food. My mind at the time, obviously believed that she was only talking about my sister, who looked like she was going to burst out of her tight top. Soon, my grandma came to the couch with a fresh tray of brownies. She always baked fresh food for us. "Do you guys really think that you need brownies after such a heavy breakfast and lunch?" My sister and I said in unison, "Yes!" My mom sighed, lit a cigarette, and walked away. She never liked coming to her mother's house. She despised gaining weight. Still, she came home heavier every year. Plus, she struggled to lose weight; the weight stayed on her. This meant that she was around 300 pounds of blubber at this point. Every year, she tried a fad diet and miserably failed. Food was just too good for her. Plus, she hated exercising. She claimed sweating grossed her out. I never realized that I would be just like her. The freshly baked brownies were divine. They were so full of chocolate that I needed some milk after every bite. Luckily, my grandmother brought out an entire gallon of milk and two glasses for us. We quickly made work of the massive amount of brownies while laughing at Homer. He was such a fat idiot. I did not know that I would be just like him. Soon, it was dinner time. We were all sitting together at the dinner table. I was so happy. We were all laughing and cracking jokes while eating the high calorie food. I could not get enough of my grandma's mashed potatoes. They were so rich. I slathered the rich brown gravy all over the potatoes. I also loved the massive meatloaf. It tasted so fresh and was full of meat that it made me crave more food. I was already full before dinner, but the food was so good that I could not help myself. I was in heaven. I lost track of how much I was eating. I finally put my fork down and exhaled. God, I was stuffed. I turned and saw my sister was still eating. She was viciously inhaling a massive portion of mashed potatoes on her plate. Did she not care about her weight? She would soon end up just like our mom. I never realized that I would be just like her too. I couldn't help but to stare at my sister's growing muffin top while we were sitting on my grandmother's couch watching Family Guy after dinner (our favorite show at the time. Isn't it crazy that I now hate that show with its mindless comedy that was only meant to distract us from the cruel reality of the world? A large portion of my sister's growing belly was now visible after her binge today. She was out of control. Now that I am thinking about it, maybe it was her constant eating that made me gain more than a few pounds for the first time in my life. Anyway, my old yet fat grandmother walked into the living room with a tray full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. We both gasped with excitement, "Now, I finally got around to baking more cookies for you guys. Let me know if you want anything else!" We both thanked her and started to dig into the tray that seemed to contain an endless supply of chocolate chip cookies. The cookies were baked perfectly, not too soft yet not too crunchy. They were also loaded with chocolate chips that were surprisingly not overly sweet. I was so full, but I knew that I would not have these cookies for a year. So, I decided that a few cookies would be OK. The cookies were simply perfect and we could not say no to them. The taste of the sweet cookies and the sounds of Family Guy took me back to an easier time. A time when things actually made sense and the biggest issue in my life was the fact that my sister was getting fat. I finally decided to finally say something to her. She had eaten far too much today. She would end up bigger than my mom at this rate. "Stella, you really should slow down on those cookies." I said, while noticing that she was eating cookies at the speed of light. I need some cookies too, you know! Plus, she really needed to slow down. She was getting very plump; I did not want her to get any fatter. I also couldn't help but to stare at her growing stomach and her smaller chest. While I was blessed with a fairly big chest, Stella was fairly flat. Only recently, she had grown to a respectable bust size. It was still smaller than mine, though. She, however, looked very annoyed at me. "I could tell you the same thing, girl." She said maliciously while continuing to eat chocolate chip cookies. "Don't think that Dan won't notice your weight gain. Your belly is growing by the day." How could she demean me while she was legitimately bursting out of her clothes? I was now livid. I wanted to yell at her, but I soon controlled my frustration. "OK, sis, how much weight have you gained since your job at Olive Garden, be honest?" Her entire body became numb with nervousness, and she finally stopped eating. I took some cookies and started to eat them as fast as I could. This... yum... mmm.... is.. urp... how do you look." I said while still chewing on the treats. They really were amazing. I ate cookie after cookie, feeling like I was in heaven. All those days of starving during college must have led me to be so ravenous just like I was presently. Sadly, I had made a grave mistake. I was still wearing my old jeans. I was in such a lucid state that I did not even realize my own weight gain at the time. I must have somehow ignored every mirror. I was too busy thinking about all the food to even think about my body. Maybe, I was in denial, but my denial and bliss would soon be ruined by the harsh reality of the world. I had gained weight. POP! A lot of weight. A button from my tight size 2 jeans popped right out, exposing my own stuffed pink belly to her. She burst out laughing. I started to bawl in embarrassment and instantly sprinted to the scale in the bathrooms upstairs. I noticed my stuffed belly jiggled with every step I took. How did I choose to ignore it before? Come to think of it, it wasn't just my stomach that was jiggling with my brief exercise. I actually started to pant after my 20 second run to the scale. I realized how unfit I was at that moment. I always hated exercise and opted to simply restrict as many calories as I could to maintain my figure. I was always around 120, give or take a few pounds. I usually gained 5-7 pounds after 2 weeks at Grandma's place. I couldn't believe that number that the scale showed me, 141 pounds "I told you sis, you are getting kind of chubby too." I wanted to cry and yell at the same time. I just retreated to the room that I was staying in. I made sure to lock the door. I did not want her to see me cry. I tried to rationalize the number at first. I had consumed way too much food today. I had not digested the 6 chocolate chip pancakes loaded with maple syrup and butter for breakfast, or the brownies after lunch. Not to mention the entire pizza that I consumed for lunch. Also, all the wine that I steadily sipped on throughout the day. Don't forget the massive dinner. I ate three huge helpings of creamy mashed potatoes that were covered in the best brown gravy ever, three helpings of rich meatloaf, and even some eggnog. Not to mention the dozen cookies that I had just consumed. I started at my bloated belly. It almost stuck out further than my double-D sized breasts. It was round and filled to the brim with food. I patted the hard belly and decided I needed to diet before my wedding. I vividly remember checking my weight the next morning after using the restroom, praying that it would be lower. It was still 139 pounds I took a detailed look at my naked body. I cringed at the layer of pudge that now surrounded my previously flat stomach. Not to mention those squishy love handles that covered my waist. I felt my thighs and butt. They were significantly bigger and softer. I almost screamed while looking at my reflection clearly. My slim face was now rounder, not to mention, I had a double chin at certain angles. I wanted to blame everybody but myself. I was going to yell at my stupid fat sister. I yelled at her while realizing that the world was not fair. If you wanted to enjoy eating, you would get fat. Maybe some of the weight was from partying too hard too, right? I had been drinking a lot more recently. I honestly hadn't checked my weight in about a month. I had been so overjoyed with the thought of getting married. I had always been a little more lax with my diet ever since Dan proposed to me. So, all of the 19 pounds could not be from these two fattening weeks. I found my sibling rubbing her massive belly after my last heavy breakfast. I had convinced myself to have one last big meal until my wedding. I had somehow managed to eat nearly 10 pieces of bacon, 2 waffles, and even more chocolate chip cookies. I somehow lost track of how many that I ate. They were just so addicting. They briefly reminded me of that episode of Totally Spies. That one episode where the Clover got addicted to those extra fattening cookies. I honestly felt like Clover with my round gut. Still, my sister somehow ended up eating even more than me. I noticed that she ate a plate full of bacon, four waffles, and probably more cookies than me. I was dressed in a loose sweater and a pair of jogging pants to hide my figure. Also, those were the only articles of clothing that actually fit me and didn't make me look like a cow. I looked at her wearing a normal top that she turned into a crop top due to her nonstop binging. She was really out of control. She was still stuffing her face with cookies even though her belly being so huge. Even though she was nearly obese, I yelled at her while removing my sweater, "Look what you did to my flat stomach. I am getting married in 6 months!" She merely chuckled at the sight of my tummy. She gently squeezed my belly fat which made me feel even worse, "Sis, it's not my fault that you got kind of chubby. I never even told you to eat any food. You are just as helplessly addicted to food like me." I sighed and pulled down my sweater, "It's just that we haven't hung out in a while. I wanted to spend time with you. All you seemed to want to do was eat, so I joined you fat-ass. Now I am a fatty." My mom just entered the dining room and sighed, "I warned both of you guys about your eating multiple times. You two are going to end up just like me." She said this while looking at both of us and back at her obese body. She sighed and walked away. I heard the sound of her lighter. I hated it when she smoked. She smoked since she was 13 and apparently never stopped. It was just too much fun for her. I loved my mom, but she was honestly too blunt at times. My sister spoke up after my mom left the dining room, "Hey, you don't need to be rude to me. I never forced to eat anything. You seemed to enjoy eating too. All you talked about was your man and food. Honestly, I heard much more about food than your fiancé." "You just don't get it. Your gluttonous desires are contagious, like a virus. If only you weren't such a fat pig. I would have never gained 19 pounds." She seemed shocked, "No way! You did not gain 19 pounds." I thought of something that might make me feel better, "I did. Let me show you." We went up to the bathroom, ,and I feverishly removed my sweater and sweatpants. I stepped on the scale and the numbers showed 140 lbs. Great, breakfast added an additional pound to my already chubby figure. Now it was time to see her weight, "Let's see how much you gained. You definitely gained more than me! You just could not stop eating like a cow. Now, strip to your panties so you get an accurate reading." She simply nodded her head, obviously taken aback by my massive gain. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of her body. Cellulite seemed to plague her upper thighs. Her thighs and buttocks were simply massive. Her butt seemed to swallow the panties that she was wearing. Her belly looked even bigger without clothes. It was round and wide. Her arms were covered with additional fat. Even her previously round baby face looked rounder and fuller. Her breasts were squeezed into her old bra. She nervously stepped on the scale, and I couldn't believe the number, 194 pounds, Just a year ago, my sister was 130 pounds, only a little heavier than me. She was a little shorter than me at only 5'3, so that meant she looked more than just 55 pounds heavier than me. "I was 180 last time I checked. That was a month ago, though. You still gained more weight than I did in a month! HA! " She proudly proclaimed, while proudly wobbling off the scale. I couldn't believe that she was happy about being almost 200 pounds. Then I remembered that she somehow managed to gain less weight than me. The idea that she was lying about her weight gain did not cross my dim mind at that time. Still, that event pushed me to lose the 20 pounds before my wedding. It took the entire six months for me to lose those 20 pounds. Truthfully, I only lost 18... but nobody could tell. I also distinctly remember binging on an entire tray of chocolate chip cookies after the wedding. Now here I was, stuffed to the brim and again eating a cookie. The nostalgia was bittersweet. I really did miss my sister. I hadn't seen her since my wedding, where she somehow seemed bigger than she was at Christmas. I wondered how massive she must be now. She had gone completely MIA from social media and every family reunion after my wedding. My mother assured me that she was OK, but I did not even have her phone number. I hoped that she was really OK. I really hoped that she did not eat herself into immobility like those people on My 600 Hundred Pound Life. All that mindless thinking made work fly by, and soon I was greeted by the sight of Cassandra with two large chocolate chip cookies. "Hey, Sasha gave me two of these cookies. I told her that I didn't want any, but she insisted that I take two. Do you want them? I'm way too stuffed from lunch." I weighed all my options and soon came up with a plan that would make Cassandra even bigger. "Only if you come to hang out with me! I had so much fun at lunch and, honestly, have been so lonely ever since Dan left." She smiled at me and happily replied, "Sounds like a deal to me! How about you follow me to my place? I can change, and then I'll follow you to your place! I have been so alone since I broke with my dick boyfriend too." I soon remembered that Cassandra recently broke up with her boyfriend. He apparently cheated on her, which led her to write a massive Facebook post calling him out. I remembered that their relationship had lasted nearly 4 years. She must still be hurt. Hurt is an emotion that you can twist into weight gain easily. I know that from experience. I didn't blame the entire extent of my weight gain on an emotion, but the hurt of our modern society definitely helped fatten me up. Maybe that was the reason that we are so much more obese now. It seems that more and more people are getting hurt every year. Had I just figured out the reason for the obesity crisis? Did we all just want to numb our bad feelings with food? We eventually made it to our cars and started driving through the crowded metropolis. It felt like there were thousands of eager people were stuck in traffic on this fairly bleak Friday. The heater of the car, accompanied by the relaxing music from the radio, lulled me into a state of bliss. I could not forget about my stuffed stomach. The fact that it was finally full of food also increased my joy. It seemed that almost all of my negative emotions drifted away as I rubbed my round tummy. I felt nostalgic. Nostalgic for being stuffed like a real fatty. It extended way past my breasts and was surprisingly hard. I wondered how much of it would turn into fat. I wondered how the fat would be distributed this time. Hopefully, my breasts would grow too. I also thought about Cassandra. How was she feeling? Did she love or hate her bloated belly? Part 2 if you are interested!
  3. Guys, this might be the best season of BB for weight gain ever. We have Kat, Christie, and now Analyse gaining weight. Plus, we have a real BBW. I really wish I had the live feeds to see these girls stuff themselves. 3 different girls gaining weight is insane! Also, I linked the clip of of Analyse with her bigger belly.
  4. Jessica is the bigger women on the right. The blonde on the left is Christie. Christie has honestly gained quite a bit of weight since moving to the house. Her belly gets rounder and bigger every episode.
  5. These three are on the new season of big brother. I love how the Asian girl is so much fatter than the other. I hope that all of them put on some weight in the house. Also, here is a picture of the plus sized model who is the house this summer. I think she is pretty cute and she might even gain so more weight while the house due to stress.
  6. Here is my list of stories that I keep coming back to. 1. This story is pretty recent, but I honestly have already read it multiple times. It is about a fictional holiday called Tjockningfestival . This holiday lasts an entire month and is basically all about stuffing your face with the most unhealthy foods. The main character has never taken part in this holiday until this year. The skinny girl reluctantly decides to celebrate a little with her roommates and friends. A very interesting concept with great characters and gains! https://www.deviantart.com/firewarrior121/art/Fat-in-7-Weeks-1-Linda-and-the-National-Chub-up-758289730 2. This story is called hedonism. It is filled with twists and turns so I do not want to spoil too much about it. It does take place in a tropical island. It also does feature some darker themes. https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=8075&userId=0&rowStartComment=20 3. This story is classic weight gain story. It used to be on dimensions, but that site sadly closed down. I did however find someone who uploaded a part of it on deviantart. I think that the waybackmachine might work if you want to find the whole story. The story is about two twin sisters who fatten each other up. I personally loved the entire story, but the ending was extra special. https://www.deviantart.com/hasabelly28/art/I-hate-my-twin-1-8-282059531 4. This last story is definitely my favorite weight gain story of all time. Alice by Molly Coddles! This is quite possibly the longest weight gain story ever written. It is still going on and now has 78 sizable characters. This story is just perfect. It features the weight gain of a chubby cheerleader named Alice. Two of the other cheerleaders bully her for her fatness, but they soon start to fatten up. I personally love the dream sequences in this story too. I love the weight gain. The characters all feel real and they actually change overtime. All I can say is that everyone who likes weight gain stories should read this. It is simply the best weight gain story ever written and I do not think that anyone can top it. https://www.deviantart.com/mcoddles/art/Alice-36316854
  7. Wow, Bobiscool18 here. Thanks so much for the compliment! Lauren and Lisa is pretty long series, but I think that it turned out good. Also, I will probably post some of my favorite weight gain stories on this thread soonish. Again, thanks you for mentioning me and all those other amazing writers!
  8. Don't really now what they are saying. Still, some most of the weight gains in this video are great. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ce31768356f7
  9. Not fully sure about the context of this clip, but it is interesting imo.
  10. Yeah, I was just wondering if you plan to upload this story to deviantart. They have a big weight gain community (no pun intended) there, I even have 700 or so watchers as a decent writer. Some other legends like Mollycoddles must have 1000s of watchers. I think that deviantart would love this story, and I would personally link it on my page. Still, it's up to you. Keep up the good work and enjoy your own holidays.
  11. Wow, I usually don't check the literature section of this site, but I'm so glad I did today. This might be one of the best weight gain stories I have read. Do you have a deviantart that I can follow or do you only post on curvage? Still, I am so impressed with everything about this story from the characters, the slow weight gain, and the plot.
  12. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b339592b0b76 Don't think this scene has been posted here before. It's a short bloated belly from the show weeds, pretty decent imo!
  13. Here are the girls from the new season of the US big Brother. Let's hope for some weight gain, as most of them are very fit or skinny.
  14. Bob18

    Bebe Rexha

    This is kinda of old but I had to share it. She is so perfect!
  15. This is show is about people trying to lose weight, but the introductions which are on Danny Hawk's channel are pretty hot! Here are some of my favorites,
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