CoastalBunny

Figured I would share here since I'm sure not too many here follow me on DeviantArt, but I just released an update to the demo. It's now on version 0.17.0 https://www.deviantart.com/coastalbunny/art/Demo-Updated-to-0-17-0-for-Windows-Mac-Android-1006587900

I appreciate the positive feedback

There are quite a few updates as well. I'm sure polarisdreamer will soon enough convert them into a comic style, but for the raws, I've gotten all the way to the beginning of Chapter 5 posted so far! Enjoy!

Thank you for the shoutout @polarisdreamer !! I've got all of Chapter 1 complete now (nothing juicy yet, just setting up the story from here), but definitely more to come!

I knew good things come to those who wait, but guess we didn't have to wait long this time!

I'll do that! I'm pretty much down to do convert any of your work to 3D. I love the realism that goes into your stories. I've never liked the "1 week later and I went from 120 to 400" stuff which you seem to steer clear of ha.

My DA was only a lurker account until I posted this. I only recently got into VAM about 2 months ago but I've considered converting more stories into VAM scenes recently because I feel there is a noticeable lack of realistic 3D WG art. But I went ahead and uploaded Virtual Reality by Kid A onto my DA. I'm down to convert more of your stories over time - love your content 👍 Edit: I figure I may as well change my account name to match my DA then if I'm going to consider sharing these photos.

Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I enjoyed that scene with Abby. So much so that I decided to go into VAM and try to semi-reproduce that scene based on your details. BTW, first attempt so sorry if it didn't exactly turn out in your vision! Oh and as an added bonus, here's Abby at the gym earlier.

You're awesome!

Looking for the name (and any art/links) for the artist who used to draw girls in casts who subsequently put on weight because of it. I believe all of the art was in Black and White and hand drawn instead of computer created. Also believe they used to be on deviantart but no longer able to find it. Appreciate the help in advance!

Around the 30 minute mark I think. There is some eating montage followed up by a not so spectacular gain in the gym.

This is a long shot. However I recently remembered of a website of many more "original" artists with random artwork and comics. The website was not flashy if I remember correctly, with basically a list of a ton of artists. It had the likes of Willix, satsurou, Sakurai, etc. To my memory, it was around during the golden days of Yahoo Group sites. Don't know if it even still exists, but it's been bugging me that I can't remember the name of the site or how I could find it. Hope someone has a better memory than me.

Chapter 11. While on her way to Queen Viki's Delight, Julie gave a quick call to make sure they had what she needed. "We certainly do, want me to get one going?" "You're damn right I do!" She said happily but rather seriously. "Not a problem, we'll see ya soon!" Upon walking in, she could smell the wonderful aroma of the soon to be delicacy. It was like someone had gently put their hand on her shoulder and led her to heaven. As the anticipation built up within, she began to fidget nervously and wonder just exactly how this one would turn out. She had such high expectations now that anything less than perfection would be a disappointment. And as time passed, the aroma of the Shoppe got better and better until she was no longer smelling the Battenberg cake in the oven as now it was the real thing sitting in front of her. She quickly grabbed her fork just to turn around and slowly slide it through the cake watching as a piece gracefully fell into the welcoming prongs. Closing her eyes, she gave it one last smell before finally putting the potentially glorious dessert into her mouth. And oh was it so glorious. She scarfed down that slice so fast that she nearly choked on it. While starting on her second slice she walked up to the counter and called for the baker. "Fill your ovens. I'm taking as much of this as possible tonight." --------------------- All she had been doing for days was waking up, heading to Queen Viki's Delight, and gorging herself for hours on end only to turn around and take boxes home with her at night. By this time her sweatpants had began to dig rather furiously into her widening waistline and had been stretched to a near extreme limits on her ass and thighs. She felt primitive, trying to make up for lost time since this sensation had occurred in Italy. It was so much, that Julie had begin to miss dinners with the girls. One night, Maggie finally had enough of Julie dipping out on their research and decided to show up to her room. "Julie, I know you're in there. We've gotta go to our next house. And you're definitely coming this time." "Ok ok ok, I'll meet you all there, just going to change first." "No Julie, you're coming with me this time. I'm not leaving until you come. It's supposed to be a nice dinner anyways, why would you want to miss this?" Frustrated, Julie knew when Maggie was being serious. There was no chance she was going to get out of this meal. Feeling defeated, she heaved her weight up from the bed and shuffled to the drawers to put on some clothes. Just as she stepped into her panties and began sliding them up her lower half, they began to pinch her just below her cheeks. She tried over and over again to wiggle her extraordinarily tight panties around her plump backside and when she had finally managed to get them past her round thighs and onto her rear end she heard it. *rrriiiippppppp* Whipping her head around she saw as the outer side of her panties had flown apart and dangled helplessly along her thigh. Panic began to set in as she wondered just how much she had put on, but before she could really start to think too much about it Maggie began knocking on the door again. "Julie, let's gooooooo." "I'm, uh, having some issues. Give me a few more minutes." The side effects of sweatpants and t-shirts was finally showing itself. Julie reached into her drawer and decided to see if she could squeeze on a pair of khakis and one of her button up shirts. The shirt fit, but only by a few necessary buttons. Her soft luscious belly uncontained by the shirt while her chest pushed against the buttons clearly showing her bra through the gaps of the shirt. As for the khakis, they stopped helplessly below her ass cheeks with no possibility of them making their way any further. "Let me in Julie. I can help you pick out something. But we need to hurry." "I'm not decent though!" "For crying out loud Julie, just let me in. I'll get over it." Reluctantly, Julie obliged. Opening the door while trying to hide herself behind it. Maggie swooped in and immediately noticed not Julie, but the pile of boxes on the floor of the Battenberg cake. Finally turning around, Maggie couldn't help herself but to incidentally spout out 'what?!' before regaining her composure. The two girls looked at each other clueless of what to say before Julie finally spoke up. "I think I've gained some weight... which is why I couldn't find anything to wear... it had nothing to do with choosing an outfit..." Maggie starred dumbfounded at her while trying to come up with something to say, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was, "A little?" "Yeah, I mean, these are a 38 in Italian/French sizing. The same as when I got to Italy. I know they don't fit and neither would a 40. But a 42 would probably be fine. That's like an 8. It's just two or three sizes, not like my 2's fit me that well before, so yeah, just a little." "Julie, what do you mean a 38 Italian/French? You know they aren't the same size. Right?" Julie looked at Maggie shocked by that statement. What did she mean they weren't the same sizes? 38 equals 38. "Jules. A 38 in Italy is a size 4. A 38 in France is a size 8. A French 42 would be a 12, and even that wouldn't fit you right now." A size 14. Julie, Mrs. 5'2" curvy size 2/4 had put on 10 to 12 sizes in just a matter of months. She sat back on the bed and began to think about all the wonderful desserts she had which did this to her. Debating whether it was worth it, if she could get her old body back, what she was going to do with all these cakes. "How did this happen Julie?" Maggie asked. "It just, I don't know, I knew I had gained some weight, but a size 14?!? That's absurd on my frame." Maggie bent down and opened up one of the boxes near the bed and recognized the Battenberg cake immediately. "Is this the same thing Mrs. Miller had?" And before even receiving an answer, Maggie took a piece and chomped into it out of curiosity. But it was too late. Julie could see Maggie melt her back into the wall and shiver for just a moment. By the time she opened her eyes, she was already reaching for a second piece before even finishing the first. "How did you find this? I'd thought about this at every dessert since that dinner. This is.. superb." "Mrs. Mullins told me where she bought it from. I just got them to tweak the recipe a bit." Maggie took another bite and let out an audible moan as the flavor sunk in. Julie paused, looked at Maggie, then gazed at her own body. She quickly grew jealous of Maggie. She no longer had the fully toned physique that she had arrived with but still a hot girl's body by most standards. Without thinking too much about it, Julie broke Maggie's concentration momentarily. "I have way too many of these here. If I'm going to fit into any of these clothes again I have to get rid some of these. Will you take a few of these boxes back? I'm sure you and the other girls can find a way of getting rid of these." Maggie, already on her 3rd slice, had her mouth full of a bite at the time and gave Julie an ecstatic head nod in compliance. After handing Maggie a few bags to cart away the boxes, Maggie (on her 6th slice) began her way back to her room. Julie closed the door behind her and shed herself of the poorly fitting clothes. After changing back into her almost equally ill-fitting sweats and t-shirt, she laid back on her bed and began to debate whether she should feel guilty handing Maggie so many boxes of the clearly addicting dessert. Laying there with a piece of the cake in one hand and the other on her tummy, she took a deep breath before shrugging off the potential damage she has done and returned to grazing on what she had remaining.

Chapter 10. "Just in time!" Julie thought to herself gleefully. She walked inside the to look around when she was greeted with a boisterous hello by one of the staff members. "Hello there! Since this is your first time here I'll let you know we'll be closing up in just a few so we can't take any custom orders right now, but you're more than welcome to what we have made right now." "Thanks, I appreciate it, but how did you know this was my first time here?" Julie questioned the employee. "Well that's easy! Because I've never seen you before! I know everyone who comes here. Because if they come here once, they'll come here again!" Julie could tell the staff member was rather cocky about the success of the shop but also figured he had a reason to be. After all, Julie had just tried the Battenberg cake only a short while ago and was now standing in the shop looking for more of it. "You strike me as a pie kind of girl." "You would be wrong actually, but I'm sure you're right with about 50 % of your customers," she jokingly shot back. "I'm actually looking for a Battenberg cake. Do you have any left for the night? And what was that comment about custom orders when I first walked in?" "I like your style there," the employee stated. "We do in fact have Battenberg left, two of them in fact. As for the custom orders.. well we are a small place as you can tell and people around here don't exactly have the same tastebuds as each other, so we offer up our baking skills and recipes to be tweaked to fit the individual. It's how we know you'll keep coming back too," he said with a sly smile. Wow. Jackpot. Julie had practically stepped into a Research and Development bakery. Instantly her spirits lifted and she began to fanaticize about creating the perfect dessert. As she did cartwheels in her head she ordered both of the Battenberg cakes available and began happily strolling back to the hotel. Not once since biting into the cake at Mrs. Mullin's had Julie thought about her 'diet' and 'workouts' she had been doing. It was as if they had become a distant afterthought and replaced by the need to solve the puzzle to the Battenberg cake. ------------------------------------- "Ughh.... so good... yet, it doesn't hit the spot...." Julie began to wonder how each bite of the cake was momentarily satisfying but then quickly replaced by almost a sense of hunger and needing more in order to try and fill that void in her stomach and her tastebuds. Julie had been trying for two weeks now to get the cake just right. Time and time again it was proving to be one step forward two steps back. Nothing had worked. She had even gone through the trouble to order specialty ingredients just for the Shoppe. As she went to stand up to roll the dice again, she was greeted by her stomach reminding her that she had been there for five hours already. She certainly had indulged quite a bit, but the baking times for her experimental dessert had helped keep her from feeling too stuffed. But now, being forced to sit back down and feel bits of her jiggle as she did (a sensation she was beginning to become accustomed to), she brushed off the crumbs from her expanded waist and decided she would have to try again another time as dinner with her fellow researchers was soon approaching. She thanked the gentleman behind the counter and trotted on down towards her next destination. "Oh wonderful," she thought sarcastically as she sat down at the dinner table, "Another native too lazy to cook anything up besides a quick fish and chips meal." As if the constant dessert snacking hadn't been hard enough on her figure, the fried food of the UK was starting to perturb her. "It's not like there are even that many fried dishes here..." she grumbled to herself. During dinner another one of the girls had started off on some tangent about how kind the hose had been, blah blah blah. It was the same story she had heard nearly every meal. Instead of letting it get to her, Julie decided to zone her out and pull up her phone to stare blindly into her Facebook. "Cute video." "That was funny." "Who posts something like that?" "Haha, a cannoli from back home. Funny." While looking at the picture she began to wonder what exactly was in a cannoli. Of course this led to a quick Google search when she came across this line: "In either case, the cream is often flavored with vanilla or orange flower water and a small amount of cinnamon." And there it was. It finally hit her what the Battenberg cake was missing. Just a small amount of orange flower water for a slight citrus taste. It had been missing a tart flavor the entire time. Dinner couldn't be over fast enough. Trying as hard as she could to make herself look patient, all she could think about was getting back to the Shoppe and seeing if she had finally stumbled upon the concoction of a lifetime. Hugs were given. Courtesies were exchanged. One last quick comment about how the girls hoped to see this host again next time. And she was finally off.

Chapter 9 "Hm.." "Mhhmm" "Eh?" "Mhm" Julie stood in front of the mirror at her new hotel. Turning and eyeing her body from several different angles. Her ass looked good. Still wider than she thought it would be at this point, but good none-the-less. She sucked her stomach in and pushed it out a few times. Not quite sure what to think. She felt good. More energized, happy, you know, all the normal benefits of working out and eating right, but it just didn't feel like she had lost much weight (if any at all). She had grown accustomed to her yoga pants and sweat pants lifestyle lately. She stared at her butt one more time trying to decide how she felt before ultimately putting it to the test - her French size 38 jeans. It had been nearly a month since she had worn anything without an elastic waistband. Nervously, she put one leg after the other into them and began to slide them on. "Wow. These are tight." "Tighter than I expected." "But not where I expected." She felt like her rear end was about to shred right though her jeans. Her thighs were hard enough to wiggle through each leg, but she was pleasantly surprised by the fit on her waist. By no means was it loose around her midsection, but she didn't feel the need to unbutton them. She gave herself a mental high-five at that moment. Julie attributed how tight they were on her butt and thighs to the fact she had been working out lately. For sure her lower half had put on some muscle since she was walking everywhere. After fighting to peel her jeans off, Julie admired herself again for a few moments, convincing herself she could see a drastic change in her body. "You coming Julie?" She quickly spun around to the muffled voice coming through the door. "We're all waiting on you," Maggie said teasingly. "Yeah, I'm on my way, just putting my hair up real quick" Buying herself some time, she grabbed her yoga pants and slid them back on. She thought to herself that even though her bottom half had grown a bit, that yoga pants can make any pair of legs and ass look good. She blew herself a quick kiss in the mirror and off they went. ------------------------------------------ "That was a wonderful meal there Mrs. Mullin," one of the girls stated. "Well you act like it's already over! I'd be a barmy host if I went without offering dessert to you hunky-dory researches!" "That would be lovely Mrs. Mullin, we really do appreciate your hospitality," Julie politely added. Mrs. Mullin then picked up a few plates and walked back into the kitchen, humming the entire way. "I know it's not Paris girls, but the UK is actually pretty interesting." "That's for sure, and the people here nearly match the hospitality of a southerner!" another joked. "We really are lucky. Of all the projects we could have gotten after graduating, we got to take a trip around the world," Julie said happily. After a few moments, Mrs. Mullin returned with a boxy looking cake and began offering slices to the girls. "Oh my God Mrs. Mullin! This is fantastic!" the first girl squealed. "Wow. Just wow. I could make an entire meal out of just this. Julie you're not gonna have anything bad to say about this one!" another teased. Julie laughed, smiled politely and graciously accepted her slice. Before she even had the opportunity to take a bite, one of the other girls was asking if they could have another slice. Most of the time the girls would have teased each other about taking seconds at dessert, but nobody said a word. Julie took a long, wanting gaze at her slice. "Could this actually be that good?" she thought to herself before taking a bite. The moment it reached her tastebuds she could tell this was better than everything since the cannoli. It was amazing. She began to slowly bite into it, savoring each and every bite. It really was delicious. As much as she wanted it to take the cannoli's place, there was just something missing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. She asked for another slice like the others had and dug into it again. Each bite was wonderful, yet left something to be desired. She even asked for a third slice (noticing she wasn't the only girl in the room doing so) and kept trying to pinpoint exactly what needed altering to really match the cannoli. Before she could ask for a fourth slice, Mrs. Mullins informed the girls they had wiped her clean of the cake. A few of the girls pouted, some made audible moans of sadness, but Julie sat there wondering how she could get her hand on some more of Mrs. Mullins cake. The girls all graciously thanked their host before leaving and gave her all the information she would need so Mrs. Mullins could see the outcome of the research in the future, but as they left Julie made sure she was to be the last one out. Stopping at the door she turned to Mrs. Mullins. "That cake, what was that?" "Oh it's called a Battenberg cake, I'm so glad you all enjoyed it." "It certainly was wonderful. Is that your recipe?" "Ha, funny you should ask. As much as I wish I could take credit for it, I actually had ruined the dessert I had made for you girls before you arrived. I ran out to pick those up right before you all got here. I'll have to let the Shoppe know how much you all enjoyed it." "Which store was that you got it from? Since the girls loved it so much I thought I would surprise them with it at some point in the future." "Of course! Queen Viki's Delight is the place. Just about two blocks away from here." "I appreciate it again Mrs. Mullins. They're gonna love it when I bring it back to the hotel in a few days." At that point, Mrs. Mullins gave Julie a quick hug and wished them good luck on the rest of their trip. All the while Julie had already zoned Mrs. Mullins out. She was on a mission to get to the Queen Viki's Delight.