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  1. Co-worker’s a big girl, carries her extra weight mostly in the middle. She was complaining about a bad experience at a restaurant where the server seriously doubted she could fit into the booth. She proved them wrong, they stuck to their guns, said she didn’t look comfortable. On a recent shift, I noticed a pattern, what with her bending over, then having to zip up her pants again.
  2. Rich people exist. Fat girls exist. Theoretically, some of those rich people probably have chubby, spoiled daughters someone could hear about through another party. Disbelieve all you want, that's your right, but don't be an ass about it. Literally everyone posting in this thread is at least some sort of unreliable narrator.
  3. Ah, it looks like I misunderstood. You're looking for scene ideas to use WITHIN a play, not musings on the general idea. Sorry about that.
  4. Not interested in helping beyond ideas, but imagine she starts hanging out with the bigger girls and some of their 'bad habits' rub off on her, and before long, the fat suit doesn't fit so well...
  5. It was late at night. 2:30 AM, to be exact. The kitchen was dark. The fridge door opened, shining its blue light out over Chrissy’s flabby, stretchmarked body. She bent over to grab a box of leftover pizza; her panties slipped between her fat, dimpled ass cheeks. She smiled, greedily, like she was getting away with something. There were only a few slices left, and the garlic bread. She popped the garlic bread in the microwave for a few seconds, stopping the timer before it went off. The pizza, she ate cold. The chair creaked when she lowered herself into it. Her saddlebags hung off the sides of the seat. She felt the cold morning air on an escaped nipple, and paused to tuck her tits back into her old, outgrown C-cup. She dug in without reservation, dunking the warm garlic sticks into chilled marina and cramming them into her mouth. She powered through close to a thousand calories like it was a small snack. She finished the last slice and leaned back in her chair, full, fat, and happy. The overhead light flicked on. Josh was in the doorway, grinning. All he said was “Good girl.” Chrissy flushed red, “How long have you been there?” “Long enough.” Josh moved in, “You get enough food in you?” His hands started massaging her chubby gut, digging through a thick layer of soft blubber, down to the small, but solid lump of food at her core. Chrissy belched in his face. Something flickered in Josh’s eyes, and Chrissy made the split second decision to play along. “I could keep going.” Josh grinned, “Gonna be a little piggy tonight, then?” Chrissy barked out a laugh, “This body didn’t give me away?” She leaned back, twisting the seat to give her boyfriend a better view of her overfed state. From this angle, her love handles and potbelly completely hid her black lace panties. She slapped her meaty thighs, and the ripples echoed up her doughy body. Josh’s boxers were getting tighter. He shrugged, pursed his lips, “I dunno, you’ve been talking a lot about dieting, lately…” Chrissy wiped a smear of red sauce from her cleavage and licked her finger clean. She was smiling, “Do I look like I’m on a diet?” “I mean, maybe you should be?” Josh teased, meaning none of it. He reached out to grab Chrissy by her butter-soft love handles, feeling her plump decadence, “There’s getting to be a lot of you, lately.” “Because I’m a good little piggy!” Chrissy giggled, “And you like it!” Josh could tell there was still room in Chrissy’s belly, “A good little piggy would keep eating.” “Pfft, keep eating what?” Chrissy scoffed, “We’re out of leftovers.” She rubbed her dense, heavy belly, lovingly, “It’s all in here!” There was a devilish look in Josh’s eye. “I mean, there’s still this” He said as he walked over to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a small cake. Chrissy’s eyes went wide, “Hold up, now time out.” Josh nodded, and she composed herself, “Okay, but like, I actually can't eat that? It’s for my sister’s birthday tomorrow.” “We’ll get her a new one.” Josh smiled, “We’ll get her a better one. Look how tiny this one is! This is barely enough to feed one, single fat girl!” He could see her coming round, so he wrapped it up, “You know you want to.” He was right. Chrissy was getting wet just thinking about it. They moved to the couch. Josh pulled her to her feet. She was built like a bowling pin crossed with a bowling ball. She looked down at her body and bit her lip. Josh unhooked her bra, and her tits slumped off to the sides of her porky potbelly. Her toes were nowhere in sight. She could feel her thighs rubbing together with every ponderous, waddling step. She never thought she’d get this big. 300 pounds was just around the corner. She might’ve already turned that corner. She peeled her slightly damp panties off before she sat down. If she was eating this cake for Josh’s pleasure, he was going to eat for hers. He handed her the small cake, set a half gallon jug of chocolate milk to the side. She sat down. From the sound it made, the couch didn’t care for that. She took up most of the seat, her wide hips covering most of the two cushions. She set the cake on the dome of her belly, and spread her legs. Josh knew the deal. He took his place, grabbing roughly at her thighs and forcing his way in. Chrissy bit her lip a little, inhaling deeply as he forced his face between her legs, his tongue searching. She grabbed a rough handful of cake, started filling her belly. She ate fast. There wasn’t that much, really, to eat, but she wasn’t working on an empty stomach. Between her full belly, and her lovers’ tongue, she was beyond satisfied in only a few minutes, but there was more cake to eat, and Josh wasn’t stopping. As she crammed more and more cake into her greedy belly, Chrissy’s face turned red, bright red. She was beyond stuffed; she was struggling to breathe. As the last few handfuls went down, she could feel her skin breaking out in new stretch marks, but beyond that, she could feel Josh spelling out her name with his tongue, C-H-R-I-S-S-Y. She grabbed for the milk jug; she needed to wash down the cake. Fat hung from her arm, visibly wobbling as she reached over. She took a big gulp, her poor, distended belly swelling that much more. She couldn’t see Josh over the flabby dome, but she could feel him working, working, bringing her to the very edge. Her thunderous thighs tightened around Josh’s ears as she orgasmed, and one word was echoing in Chrissy’s head. She moaned, “More!” Josh kept lapping at her soft pussy, but that wasn’t what she meant. She reached down, around her aching belly, down between her legs. She grabbed Josh by the hair, pulled him up. She was a fat, wheezing wreck. Cake was smeared across her belly, around her mouth, even in her hair. She had chocolate milk dribbling from her mouth, down between her small, chubby breasts. She was full to bursting, but she wanted a little bit more. Josh smiled, “God, you’ve gotten fat!” Chrissy rolled her eyes, “Just shut up and fuck me!” She readjusted herself, grunting with the effort, “And you know you’re doing all the work!” All he needed to hear. He grabbed her by her thick, dimpled thighs and went at it. Chrissy was always loud in bed, but this time, she woke neighbors. Hard to tell what was making her moan more, her man or her poor, packed-tight stomach. Her entire body jiggled with every pounding thrust. Her eyes crossed, and her mouth hung open. She knew where she wanted this to go. Josh was ready to burst. She grabbed the sides of her beach ball belly, offering a target, “Here…” she panted out in between thrusts, “Cum on my stomach…” Josh pulled out and shot his seed across the underside of Chrissy’s gut. She didn’t waste time leaning back, rubbing it in, spreading the semen over her bloated tummy, broad circles, trying to release the pressure. She burped, and fell limp in the couch, smiling, drinking in the moment. There was no room for Josh on the couch with her; she took up too much room. He flopped onto the nearby recliner and stared, glassy-eyed and grinning. She was perfect. They slept in the next morning.
  6. RIGHT?! Y'all don't even KNOW how much the Chinese government benefits by posting nonsense on fatty-fucker forums, which we all check obsessively during our working hours, of course! Buncha LAMESTREAM MEDIA DORKS!
  7. well I'm not sure what you mean, 100% but... Berserker has illustrated a bunch of stories, mine included. You can find his work at https://www.deviantart.com/berserker1133 The stories he illustrated are all linked to the pictures because he is a good dude
  8. Dancing would be fun, or a workout video. Something where we see you in motion would be fantastic
  9. It was late. I’d finished my set at the nearby open-mic, and decided to stop for a slice at Schlitz and Giggles, a nearby downtown pizza spot. The woman taking orders wasn’t slim, but she wasn’t obviously obese. It was a busy Thursday, but I heard an interesting side conversation while she wasn’t filling my order. —————- “I told my guy, I’d gained fifty pounds recently, he was like, ‘well if you gain fifty more, there’s gonna be a problem!’ and I was like, ‘what are you saying, that I’m fat?’ And he was like ‘NO!’ but of course, he had to say that, right?”
  10. What the fuck, even? This is a weird combination of something I enjoy, weight gain stories, with one of the thing that pisses me off the most about certain chunks of the internet. I get certain chunks of the Game Grumps fan base hate Suzy, but fuck me if they don’t reach for reasons
  11. I enjoy a woman enjoying a meal she didn’t really need. I dislike the way most of these videos are filmed, zooming in on their mouths, like for some reason, I’m supposed to think open-mouthed CHEWING is sexy. ————————- The hotness is in the uncontrolled hedonism. The food tastes good, so they eat the food, and then their full belly feels good, so they keep eating, leading to their downfall, the pain, their indulgences getting back at them for their gluttony. The vulnerability there. A woman, too overcome by her hedonism, has eaten herself into submission. She’s eaten too much, the weight of her body is too much, and she’s left either clutching at her belly, searching for soothing via stomach rubs, or fully reclined, hoping she can lean back enough to give her belly room enough to ease the pain. Maybe she regrets eating so much, but maybe something inside her enjoys it. Why would she do this to herself if she really disliked it? ——————— I don’t care much about the eating. I look up these videos for the aftermath. I usually watch because those brief moments of doubt are sexy. The woman picks up the next bite, but then she wonders. She recognizes how swollen she is, considers how little good it’ll do to keep eating, and then CHOOSES the sin. It’s fucking hot.
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