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Hello my name is Ben, I'm looking for a Woman to get to know and see where it goes from there! I'm really into reading, especially comics. Comics are 100% my passion. I'd also consider myself a movie buff as I love film. I work at a book store and have a loving family and a pretty solid social life. I have two best friends I hangout with weekly and love to death. I also enjoy exploring urban areas in the Summer time and going to haunted places. I also use to be a heavy game but found my love for it dying out, maybe we could game together and you could help me get back into it! I do enjoy working out so I'd say I'm pretty fit and lean, Of course I'll send a photo of what I look like so you aren't just talking to a avatar. I also have a dog and a cat that I love, animals are awesome. I really like women who aren't afraid to be themselves, no faces to put on and aren't afraid to let out there "weirdness". Just know it's ok to be yourself around me, I won't judge! I also like Women who don't workout, more of a home body and on the chubbier/thicker side, I'm very much looking for someone who likes things like watching movies together, someone who will listen to me and I'll listen to them, someone who accepts me for who I am and likes to just chill out together. I'm also curious in what kinda hobbies you have and wouldn't mind you sharing them with me! I also love tattoos and have a few myself so if you have some I'd love to see them and hear about them. I am mostly looking for someone in my area that I can eventually meet up with in person so no Long Distance sorry!! I'm also not just looking for a quick hookup, I'm looking for more of a long term person in my life, somebody to love who will also love me. Have a nice day!

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Inspired by something I only found very recently; Frank Cho’s MJ Wheat Cake covers! I just had to write something. Enjoy! You and MJ really are a lovely couple,’ Aunt May said, beaming. ‘Thanks, Aunt May.’ Peter Parker smiled, his hand on the doorknob of his aunt’s front door. ‘Do give her my best,’ she continued, bustling about to see Peter off. ‘Oh, which reminds me. I actually have something for her.’ ‘Oh there’s no need,’ Peter assured her. ‘No I think she’ll like them,’ his aunt insisted, leaving him behind to head into the kitchen. Peter sighed, a wry smile on his face, waiting to see what emerged this time. To his surprise Aunt May returned with a large clear tub, filled with a stack of pancake-like things. ‘Wheat cakes! I used to make them all the time,’ she said. ‘I hope she’ll really like them. She’s just so thin, you know.’ Peter smiled. ‘She’s an actress and a model. That’s how they are.’ ‘I know, I know. But a couple of pounds wouldn’t hurt.’ Privately, Peter agreed. He adored MJ and thought she was the hottest woman on the planet. But it certainly wouldn’t hurt if she was a little heavier. And he remembered wheat cakes from his teenage years; they were packed with fat! Even so, he doubted the wheat cakes were going to do it, but he took them, wished Aunt May goodbye, and headed back to the apartment he shared with his wife, Mary Jane Watson-Parker. He opened the door to a delightful sight. MJ was wearing nothing more than a set of black lingerie. The lacy bra cupped her impressive D cup breasts, barely needing to support their perky ripeness. The rest of her body was toned and flat, including her butt (more or less). Peter knew she was 120 pounds; it was almost a public figure on gossip sites. And as much as he loved her, he wondered if these wheat cakes really could make a change. ‘Hey Tiger. I’m just trying something on for the studio. Do you like it?’ She flashed her green eyes at him and pushed back her wavy red hair sexily. Peter nodded dumbly. She smirked and left the living room, making sure to strut in front of him. One thing Peter knew is that MJ loved attention and he was more than willing to give it to her. She came back in a pair of tight shorts which showed off her slim, long legs. And at 5’8 there was plenty to show off. Her tank top clung to her slender curves as she padded over and gave Peter a kiss, before looking down. ’What’s this?’ she asked. Peter snapped out of his thoughts. ‘Aunt May made them for you.’ ‘How sweet!’ She beamed, her white smile perfect. She took the tub from him. ‘Is she alright?’ Peter shook his head to remove the last of his daze, and followed MJ’s butt to the kitchen. He felt like he could just see a thong peeking out of the top of the shorts and it almost made him forget himself again. ‘She’s great, yeah. She thought you might like it.’ MJ unpacked them and looked at the large stack of pancake-like wheat cakes. ‘These will keep me going for a week!’ she exclaimed, eyeing them up. ‘Do you want to help me?’ Peter wondered if he should try and push it, say they were all for her (which was no doubt Aunt May’s intention) but his nerve failed him. ‘Sure I’ll have a couple.’ MJ split out a couple for each of them and put them down on their breakfast bar. She hopped up onto the stool, almost as nimbly as Peter, causing her boobs to bounce invitingly. ‘It is really sweet of May to make things like-‘ MJ paused. She had just taken her first bite. Her eyes widened, she looked down, then starting eating furiously. Before Peter could finish his first bite MJ had polished off the plate. ‘That was sooooo good,’ she breathed. She looked at the tub with something Peter thought it would never see; greed. He saw his chance, barely able to believe his luck. ‘Hey, you feel free to have some more.’ The words had barely left his mouth before MJ had loaded up a full plate and started devouring them again. Peter watched in delight as his wife hoovered up the sugary, fatty treat. That settled it; he was definitely going to have to get more wheat cakes. 1 month later ’Hey Pete, I’m home!’ MJ dropped her keys on the side and sauntered into the kitchen. He popped his head around the side of the kitchen. He was trying to make wheat cakes again. ‘Hey MJ.’ He stepped up to give her a kiss and his hands snaked around to her butt. It had grown since her first wheat cakes. The barrier that seemed to prevent MJ gaining a single pound had broken with the power of the cakes and since then, she had started accumulating extra points on the scale at a steady rate. It helped, of course, that Aunt May insisted on weekly care packages of her tasty cakes. MJ seemed unable to resist them in any meaningful way. It helped too that it only took a few before someone put on some pounds as a result. Her butt had grown, rounding out nicely. It had been so flat before that it really wasn’t a worrying change. In fact the extra bubble roundness to it had gone down well at the studio when she had filmed her underwear scene two weeks ago. What they all seemed to be oblivious to was the fact that her hips were also widening and her thighs were just a touch thicker. Peter supposed it was because her stomach looked more or less the same. ‘Aunt May dropped round more wheatcakes,’ Peter told her, squeezing her butt gently. MJ loved it when he did that. His strong grip felt great. But the prospect of wheat cakes was more important. ‘Oh phew! I’m starving!’ She bustled to the kitchen, hips wiggling and hopped onto her usual stool. Her butt filled more of the stool than before, Peter noticed. He had quite cleverly been swapping out the tubs to make it look like she had eaten less in each portion. Aunt May had been more than happy to supply more portions at a time and Peter was learning to make themself as well. The end result was that MJ was eating more than ever. Peter smiled with satisfaction as his wife polished off her plate and licked her lips. She was probably ready for seconds. 2 months later Seconds often became thirds in the following months. So it was that when Peter swung up to their bedroom window in the early morning, fresh from wrestling the Shocker out of another bank, he came across a magnificent sight. MJ was stood facing the mirror wearing a t-shirt and panties. A pair of blue jeans were suspended just below her butt cheeks, and as he watched she tugged valiantly, trying to bring them over her butt. It was a losing battle - it seemed to Peter that MJ’s indulgences were finally catching up with her. Over the last couple of months MJ’s appetite had blown up; wheat cakes were joined by slabs of chocolate, freshly baked pastries and the odd glass of wine. Most of her eating had settled below her waistline. Her hips had exploded outwards, giving her a distinctly womanly and bottom heavy look. Those curves flowed into softer thighs which were getting close to meeting in the middle. At this rate Peter didn’t give them more than a couple of weeks. But the main beneficiary of all her fatty intake was her butt. Once flat, it had swollen outwards into two round globes. The surface was smooth and unmarked, though definitely soft. There was no suggestion of MJ having done pilates there, though they were shapely in their expansion. It jiggled a little now as she walked and Peter’s favourite pastime had become watching MJ squeeze into her tiny Lycra workout shorts. They stretched, giving her just enough space to wiggle into them, though the subsequent trip to the gym was more often that not put off when she caught wind of the smells coming from the kitchen. Peter was sure that they too must be on the way out soon; he could see the bottom of MJ’s ass whenever she wandered around in them. But her jeans had no such stretchy superpower. The resistant material refused to budge as she tried to pull it up. He watched the material catch on her lower cheeks and dig in as MJ struggled to find just a bit more space that wasn’t there. Her ass was raised up with all pull, before dropping back to its original position, adamant in its refusal to allow the jeans to cover its expanse. MJ tried for a jump to pull them on, but that failed as well, though it sent her breasts and butt bouncing in alarm. Peter watched from outside the window, transfixed. He sensed it was time to enter, though he wasn’t sure why. He pulled open the window and swung in, pulling off his mask. ‘Whoa. You look gorgeous,’ he said, as he landed gracefully. MJ spun round and glared at him. ‘Really?’ Peter smile faltered. ‘Yeah, of course. You look great! Better than ever!’ ’Fatter than ever maybe,’ she muttered, pulling off the jeans. Peter decided to make a break for it, out of the room. As he left, he tried to sound casual. ‘Hey, you want me to whip up a batch of wheat cakes?’ MJ’s green eyes flashed and she straightened up. ‘No I don’t want any wheat cakes!’ She rounded on Peter furiously. ‘Look at me! I’m turning into a wheat cake!’ She turned and grabbed her ass. ‘It’s getting huge. And it’s all because of your damn baking!’ Peter went over to her, and turned her to face him. ‘I think your ass looks better than ever. I think all of you looks better than ever. I mean it.’ ‘Is that why you’ve been baking all these wheat cakes?’ she said accusingly. ‘To fatten me up.’ ‘Honestly? I think you look better than ever. I prefer a thick and curvy girl. So yeah, maybe I have. But don’t you like it?’ The question clearly caught MJ off guard. But Peter realised he knew the answer. He had watched MJ admire her butt with a smile a week ago, and she was definitely wearing those Lycra shorts to rile him up. She kept doing seductive things in them, he realised. Peter looked at her in the eyes. ‘Honestly?’ MJ bit her lip. Her anger was deflating. ‘Yeah…’ ‘And you love eating right?’ ‘I’ve never really been able to before,’ she admitted. ‘I do like wheat cakes. And chocolate...’ Her resistance was rapidly crumbling. Peter was amazed she had ever stayed thin for so long. ‘Look at Kim Kardashian. Her butt is huge, and she was the sexiest woman alive.’ MJ nodded, conceding the point. She looked at it again the mirror. ‘It is quite a nice butt. Just a bit big.’ ‘It’s a great butt. And it’s nowhere near too big,’ he assured her. MJ looked at her jeans, then her butt again. She seemed to be imagining the future. She looked back at Peter. ‘Did you say you were making wheat cakes?’ ‘You want some?’ ‘Yeah, yeah I do.’ She smiled, doubts rapidly disappearing. She started following Peter to the kitchen before stopping. ‘Oh I need something to wear! I think my workout shorts still fit…’ She bustled back to the bedroom, her butt and hips wiggling invitingly. Not for much longer, Peter thought. 1 month later Peter walked through the door, throwing his keys on the side. Work had been manic today but he was just glad to get back unscathed by supervillains or budget reports. He came into the living room to find MJ lying on the sofa, an empty bag of chips lying on the floor. She was currently polishing off a bag of popcorn as he came over. To Peter surprise, and arousal, she was wearing his costume. Or least the costume top. The Spider-Man costume was stretchy and versatile, ready to accommodate any of his daring acrobatics. It turned out it was also quite good at accommodating MJ’s expanded figure. In the month since she had accepted her new lifestyle she had stopped pretending she might go to the gym and brought a new wardrobe. But even that was looking too small nowadays as MJ’s weight continued to climb upwards. It looked like she had found a way around it, by donning Peter’s costume instead of her own clothes. The first thing that he noticed was that the material stretched to cover her large boobs. They had jumped up a size since, but retained their perk and bounce. They fit far too snugly inside his costume, straining it to its limits. Peter almost wondered if it might rip soon if her chest expanded anymore. With a mixture of pure lust and horror for his costume, he looked down from her boobs. The costume managed to cover her tummy, leaving a modest strip of flesh bare at the bottom, where her budding love handles were growing. They squeezed over the tiny shorts MJ liked wearing; it seemed to Peter that she actually enjoyed the struggle of cramming her hips and thighs into them. To top off the image, MJ had brought a red PVC style set that had a Spider-Man webbing pattern on it, causing her to look like some kind of sexy cosplay of him. Peter could barely contain himself. But the only thing that was able to come out as he felt himself get hard was: ‘My costume!’ he squeaked. MJ looked round at him and grinned, before shrugging nonchalantly. ‘Laundry day. All my clothes are in the wash.’ Peter rubbed his head, watching her bulge out of the costume. ‘You’re stretching it!’ MJ stood up, tugging down the costume as it started to ride up and then tugging at the shorts, trying to find space for her budding muffin top. ‘Do you want me to stop eating wheat cakes?’ she asked sternly. ‘No,’ he admitted quickly. ’Good.’ She smiled with satisfaction and started walking towards the bedroom. Peter watched her huge ass jiggle with each step. It had grown as delicious as the wheat cakes. It was round like a balloon, big and swollen but with a gentle softness that caused the movement as she walked. There was a bit of a crease at the bottom where the cheeks hung over, ever so slightly, the bottom of her chunky thighs. In fact, MJ’s shorts failed to fully cover their glorious expanse and looked like they were also one wheat cake away from ripping open. As MJ got closer to the bedroom she started wiggling them off, catching her panties in the process and letting the smooth surface of her ass swell out unrestrained. Peter noticed that her hips looked big and sexy now. They gave her a distinct pear shape, though the curves of her waist and boobs made it quite a voluptuous pear. Peter entered the bedroom and MJ spun round suddenly, grabbing and throwing him onto the bed. Peter yelped in surprise as he hit the soft surface. She jumped on top of him, already breathing a little heavily and flushed with the exertion. Peter found it a massive turn to see his once fit wife succumbing to the drawbacks of a chubby girl. ‘I thought you had a SpiderSense, Spider-Man?’ she asked, a smirk on her face as she unbuckled his trousers. ‘Only for danger,’ he murmured. ‘I can be dangerous,’ she pouted sexily. ‘Or very helpful.’ MJ pulled off his trousers and underwear, then straddled him. She reached up to push back her shining red hair so it tumbled over her back, and out of her face. In the process, the costume rode up to an inch or so above her belly button, exposing her tummy. MJ’s eating was beginning to finally show on this area. Her toned abs were gone, replaced by an inch of soft fat which encompassed her whole body. Her tummy was smooth and a little pudgy, with a bulge of fat gathering around her lower belly. Even her belly button was beginning to sink inwards, surrounded by the same golden fat, like a soldier being out manoeuvred by the enemy. MJ saw Peter staring and she gave it gentle rub. Her slim fingers sunk slightly into the flesh as she fondled her tummy, working her way downwards to the lower belly, where the fat became thicker and deeper. ‘Do you think you could pinch an inch?’ she asked invitingly, her eyes shining. Peter could, and the warm flesh between his fingers was like a dream. MJ began to move on top of him as she spoke. ‘I received an offer today. They want me to become a plus-size model.’ Peter’s hands worshiped her body as she spoke. ‘I think that sounds great,’ he breathed. ‘I agree. It means I don’t need to worry about this. The payment is really good.’ Her arms reached down to his chest to steady herself, as her unfit breaths came out fast. Peter noticed the arms inside the costume were getting a little bit chubbier as well. ‘It would be a trip for both of us to the Caribbean, a bikini shoot, all expenses paid. It would start in a month.’ MJ paused as Peter thrust hard and bit her lip, eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation. ‘The only catch is they want me to gain 20 pounds.’ She looked down at Peter carefully, waiting for his reaction. And Peter paused. Not because the figure made him freak out, but because suddenly he could imagine fondling generous love handles and admiring a chubby belly. It went without doubt really that Peter thought it was an idea worthy of a goddess. ‘How much do you weigh now?’ he asked curiously. ‘156 pounds,’ MJ revealed casually. Her boobs bounced as she started moving on top of him again. Peter enjoyed the sensation for a moment, his mind dreamy. 176 pounds was the sweet spot; chubby, but curvy. Cushion for pushing but not rolls which drowned MJ’s figure. The perfect enhancement. He caught MJ’s soft hips to stop her for a moment and looked up at her. ‘So let me get this straight. I get to fatten you up for a month, stuffing you silly to make that deadline. Then I get to watch my curvy, 176 pound wife show off her gorgeous soft body in a bikini whilst on a tropical island, sipping drinks for free. What was the catch again?’ MJ laughed. Her face really was largely unchanged, but he’d be damned if he didn’t spot a tiny sliver of fat, which would eventually preface a double chin, appear as her mouth opened wide. ‘Face it Tiger,’ she said with a grin. ‘You just hit the jackpot.’ AUTHOR’s NOTE: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and I was inspired to replicate the comic covers, more or less, from Frank Cho’s wheat cake series. If there is popular demand I’m definitely willing to write a short one shot on MJ’s stuffing and subsequent modelling in the Caribbean. In the meantime, I’ll be finishing off ‘Anna Kendrick’s Big Career Move’. Check it out if you haven’t already. That’s all True Believers!

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