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  1. scissortooth

    Grand BBW/WG story survey

    Hello guys! I'd be very thankful if you devoted a minute or two to completing this survey :). After I get enough answers, I'll make sure to notify you of results! Thanks in advance! http://goo.gl/forms/SEWzZzk4Escxv1VD2
  2. chubby-goku

    Happiest Plumpers on Earth

    I've was looking for a job for quite some time now. To my wonderous amount of luck I have had in the past in finding a job,(sarcasm by the way) I was unemployed for about four months now. Around this time last year however; when I still had my old job, I went to Disneyland with a few of my friends. I was simply amazed at every detail of the park from the rides of Tomorrowland, to the shops of mainstreet. Most of all, which stood out to me the most was the people who worked there. The workers or, staff members, stood out to the most because most of them were overweight. I would say that I have been attracted to people with some "heft" to them for most if not all my life. Anyhow, once my Disney trip was over I decided to do some research on how I could get a job there. One thing led to another and, my auntie who had worked at Disneyland for a few years put in a good word for me. I would say about two and a half months after I had lost my previous job I got an email from Disney Parks. They were interested in setting up an interview the following week,(Friday) which of course I accepted. Following the typical application process, and after-interview process as well I was notified the week after the interview that I had gotten the job! That same weekend on Saturday I started my first day. Since I had applied for food services they offered me a job at a bakery on mainstreet. I was there at around six in the morning, since I live close by, and rode the employee tram with other people who now I have befriended.(more on that later) By seven in the morning I was in the park, in there I met my supervisor Ariel.(Yes like the princess, how ironic huh?) Ariel is around my age early twenties, she was average height I would say, about 5'4. She had, and still has, black hair and hazel eyes. However being the FA that I am, or pervert or weirdo as some might think, I noticed that she was quite plump. Not fat, nor chubby but plump. Am I making any sense? Anyway getting back to her, she had legs that were quite round. I noticed due to the fact that she was wearing leggings her legs were revealed to an extent. I couldn't really check the rest of her frame out because one, she was showing me around and telling me about everything about the park and two, because she was wearing a large coat that went down to her knees. I should've mentioned earlier that it was cold at the park huh? Once we finally got into our stationary bakery that's where I saw her full figure. Ariel was actually more plump than I had expected. I would say she was boarder line fat. I guess it's true what they say about the eye, and that is that it can deceive ya! We made our into the the kitchen and into the the back as Ariel was still showing me around. At the point I started to meet some of my coworkers.(and future fat buddies) The first was Jason he was a bit taller than me, and still is by the way. I would say about 5'7 maybe 5'8. Now in terms of appearance he has light brown hair. Brown-black eyes, and a little bit chubby, or at least what someone would call a "Dad Body." The park finally opened at eight as it always does, and boy was it packed! Surprisingly, however our bakery wasn't full for the first part of the morning. I was busy though learning the how the register managed, and a little bit on how to make pastries.(mainly cookies) One thing I did notice however was that almost everyone around me was constantly nibbling on something especially in the kitchen. Be it cookies or brownies, or any sort pastry we darn sold. Even Ariel and Jason would take a bite or two from something around the bakery. As the day progressed the constant nibbling continued from everyone. At around nine thirty in the morning Ariel told me I could take a break. Once in the break room Ariel came in and said, "Alex I just wanted to tell you that you can get anything you want from the kitchen. Especially since you've been working hard all morning, I'd say you deserve it." As she finished saying that she winked with a smile at me."Oh ok thanks I'll get something in a bit.", I responded back with a smile. Ariel was about to leave when she turned back and said, "Oh also before I forgot! I'm going to be heading over to Toontown in about half an hour, and I just wanted to tell you that my second head in charge will be coming in as well and she'll be filling in for me. Her name's Samatha, but we just call her Sam around here. She'll probably tell you to call her Sam anyway when you meet her. Anywho, just wanted to give you a heads up on what's going on. I might end up seeing you until tomorrow, I don't know yet if I'll come back here today. But either way, I'll see you around!" With that she left the room, and later I finally met Samantha(my future mutual gaining girlfriend, but more on that later)
  3. Chapter 1: Always Need a Beginning I had finally finished moving all my stuff into my new room for my first year at the University of Connecticut. I stepped back and took a look around, the bed was perfect, my Alex Morgan poster was nicely perched up on my wall, the afternoon sun shining through the window gave the whole room a really nice vibe. I was ready for Freshman year. The dorm was set up to where I was going to be living with another girl in the same room but I had gotten to campus a little earlier than her. All of a sudden I hear a racking against my door. Standing in front of me was a happy looking girl, who was on the shorter side and definitely looked like she hit the gym. "Hi!!!!!!!" the girl said all too enthusiastically. "I'm your RA Kenzie and you must be Sasha." "Hi nice to meet you." I said back to her. I was really hoping she wasn't going to be this enthusiastic all year long. "Well, I just wanted to stop by and say hi really quick. I also wanted to point out that the Dining Halls won't be opening until tomorrow morning, but our Hall will be hosting our own little cook out at the quad this evening. Hope to see you there!" I really hoped everyone on campus was not going to be as enthusiastic as her. I shut the door as Kenzie made her exit, and boy she did have a nice body. Not that I was any slouch either, as 13 years of soccer will do wonders to a girl. As the door shut I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was 5 feet 7 inches and had auburn hair past my shoulders, slender face, washboard abs, and a nice tight butt. I had made a strong effort over the summer to continue to go to the gym, while of course mixing in my beach days, as I was looking very tan, although my Italian ancestors may have helped a bit there too. I decided I was hungry enough for a snack, since I wasn't sure what my plans were for dinner yet. I looked through my stash, lots of Poptarts and bingo, the package of Oreos. My favorite. I sat down with the package and tore through them. Before I knew it I had gulped down 5 of them and was looking for something to drink. I opened my fridge and grabbed some chocolate milk to was them down. Aww what the hell I thought, and grabbed 2 more before putting the package away. As soon as I got back up on my bed, the door opened and in stepped a girl around my height. Kara my roommate. As she entered the room I got a good glance at her. She was a little larger, not chubby but she definitely is what you would call thick. However, she did seem like she was pretty athletic in high school from what I had seen on Facebook, and she looked about the same as she did from all her pictures. It looked like she had gotten pretty tan over summer and her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. She was probably the closest thing to a Greek goddess that I have ever seen. "Hi" she smiled at me as she entered. "Oh my god, I absolutely love what you did with your side of the room." "Oh, thank you, hi I'm Sasha. Did you need any help moving in?" "Sure, that would be awesome. After maybe we can go grab some food too?" "Oh yes definitely, I just had a snack but I'm ready for dinner, there's a cookout down at the quad, but I have this strong urge to go to McDonald's." "Ok, sure that sounds great." she replied. After we finished moving Kara in, we headed out to McDonald's. Kara was telling me about how someone on her old high school softball team who was a sophomore here had invited both of them to a party later that night. I had to be honest, I wasn't a huge drinker in high school, actually almost never drank, but I was definitely excited for my first college party. We got to McDonald's and Kara had somehow talked me into a McFlurry to go along with my Big Mac and Fry. Coupled with all the Oreos I had earlier, I knew I was definitely going to have to go for a run tomorrow morning. The thing I learned about Kara was boy could the girl eat. I mean I ate a lot but this girl eats. She got the same thing as I did but added in an extra quarter pounder and 4 chicken nuggets. By the time we were done, we were both stuffed and headed back to the dorm, where in the common room we met a group of people, 3 guys and another girl. Jack, Chris, Ricardo and Stephanie. Jack Chirs and Ricardo were in a forced triple, but due to the nature of a forced triple, they had a large room. Stephanie came from California and you guessed it, she was pretty much the typical Laguna Beach prototype, tall, skinny and blonde. Gorgeous to top it all off. Jack used to play baseball in high school, but it seems like all the partying over summer break really caught up to him, as he was sporting a beer belly and we hadn't even been in college for more than 5 hours. Ricardo was from Mexico and promised all of us that he was going to make us many authentic meals. However, Chris was the one who caught my attention immediately. He was on the taller side and slender, but what really drew me too him was the Tottenham jersey he was wearing. Let's just say I was crushing hard from the start. We got to talking about soccer and one thing led to another and before I knew it, me and Kara had a pregame spot we had to get to before the party as they had invited us to their suite. Me and Kara went back to our dorm to get ready for the night's festivities. I decided to wear this tight pink minidress, as I really wanted to impress Chris. Kara decided on a hot red minidress that really made her curves pop. "Damn Kara, you're looking H O T!" "Aww thanks, but you're certainly not looking bad either. You really went out of yore way to impress Chris tonight huh?' "Impress Chris? I don’t know what you're talking about." "Okay hon, whatever you say. Shall we head out?" By the time we got to the boys' room, there were already quite a few people in there, swaying to the music. Jack saw us enter immediately and handed us both a bud light. "Drink up ladies! This is the first of many!" You could smell the beer on his breath and by the way he was moving around you could tell he already had a few in his system. Me and Kara started dancing around, but I wasn’t seeing Chris anywhere. In fact I didn’t see Steph either, and both of them said they were gonna be here. As time went on I started growing anxious, and Kara sensed that and kept grabbing beers for me. After a little the beer really hit me and I was already forgetting about Chris. It seemed like Kara had completely forgot about me because I saw her and Jack shotgunning beer, and she could not stop giggling at his jokes. I told her I was thinking about heading back soon, and maybe stopping and grabbing a slice at Husky Pizza. "You hold on", she managed to slur out. "Shotgun this beer with us and then I'll head out with you." "Ah what the hell." So we shotgunned the beer, and just as I was finishing up I see Chris with Stephanie draped all over his arm, they must have come back in the last few minutes. Kara sees this too and pulls me to the exit, and that's the last thing I remember from the night. ______________________________________________________________________________ I wake up to the brightest Sun that any human has ever seen. As I try to regain normal thoughts, wait normal? I'm spooning a pizza box at the moment… I open the box up and--nothing but the grease stain of what must have been a large pizza at some point. I look across the room and realize that I'm not alone. Kara, wait not just Kara… is that--Jack spooning Kara? You know what I'll worry about that later, in fact I'll worry about everything later. I closed the blind and fall back asleep.
  4. My Transformations

    Icy Garcia (WG)

    Icy Garcia by T.F. Wright. This is an excerpt of my new ebook, Transformation TV. Also, check out the NSFW image sequence for this story with caption here. I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think!Icy GarciaThis advertorial highlights one of the world’s most popular ice creams, which is adding a secret ingredient – with some weighty consequences! “Hector, you’re the patriarch of this family,” said Tandy, the blonde-haired, pint sized reporter for Transformation TV. “You’ve built something amazing with your Icy Garcia company. What’s the secret to your success?” “Determination,” he said quickly, stroking his bearded chin. “When I was little, I had nothing. My family, we had nothing. We lived on a shack near the school. But every time I was made fun of, it only strengthened my stubborn resolve, that I’d make something of myself, create a different life for my family.” “And now?” “Now we are quite wealthy, and my daughter Josefina can spend her days carefree. She loves to play volleyball on the beach, and she’s always very popular because she’s so beautiful and because they respect my last name.” “But that respect has taken a hit recently, correct? You lost a lawsuit this year...” “They’re cheats and scum! They said I lied about the fat content in my ice cream. That it makes people get fat. But I’ll show them! I’ll show them all!” “How do you plan to do that?” “I synthesized a special drug that causes weight gain, put in a batch. It’s already on the shelves,” he said, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “Aren’t you worried about more lawsuits, now that you’ve admitted you’ve sabotaged your own product? You don’t think there could be any unintended consequences at all?” ““They said my ice cream is fattening – I’ll show them fattening!” said Hector. “As for consequences, I have faith that everything will work out for the best.” “And nobody knows about this?” “You’re the first…” ~ Josefina leapt towards the sky, her long hair fluttering in the breeze and her hand nearly scraping the clouds as her arm swung wide. She spiked the volleyball into the sand, her tight, lean, regal frame strong and still as she landed. “Nice one!” said her partner, Pedro. “I agree,” said Jime, the man who hadn’t returned her serve. “You should have dove for it,” said Deulla, Jime’s girlfriend. “You always let her win,” she added snidely. Deulla was nearly as thin and gorgeous as Josefina, but Josefina always got all the male attention. “All that running around has made me really work up a sweat,” said Josefina. “I think I need to cool off the pool,” she said, referring to the majestic, waterfall-themed artificial grotto on her father’s estate. “Why don’t you swing by in a half hour, after, you know, I put my clothes back on?” The words hung in the air for a moment as all three of them contemplated Josefina’s body in the buff - Jime and Pedro with abject lust, Deulla with more than a little jealousy. ~ Josefina arched her back against the cobblestone archway as she basked in the cool flow of the mist near the waterfall. A tiny, polka-dot bikini was all that clung to her body. Slender and toned, but with large breasts and a shapely rear, Josefina was immensely proud of her gorgeous figure and the attention she was able to command with it. Josefina was used to getting anything that she wanted, and what she knew would make this perfect was an ice cream cone. A little bite, then a quick skinny dip in the pool - that was would be just fine. Thanks to her father’s company, she’d been blessed by a limitless supply of ice cream for as long as she could remember. And thanks to her speedy metabolism and her habit of constantly playing and exercising at the beach, she’d been even more blessed to never gain a pound from it. Josefina walked over to the built in freezer and pulled out a cone in the shape beer glass, filled it with an extra-creamy varietal called Quadruple Vanilla, then topped it with a generous amount of chocolate syrup. Then, she leaned back up against the archway. Ah, yes, she thought - perfect. Everything was exactly as it should be. When Josefina’s tongue took that first, eager lap against the ice cream, though, she was surprised. This ice cream wasn’t the delicious flavor she was used to. It was...it was…so, so much better. Josefina would have been certain that any substantive improvement on her family’s brand was impossible - how could one tamper with perfection? But this new flavor wasn’t just a feast for the senses. It made her lips and tongue tingle with delight as she swirled the globe of frozen cream around in her mouth. When she swallowed it down, a pleasant, warm glow made its way down her throat, before settling in her gut and then radiating out towards the rest of her body. She’d never felt so euphoric, so happy, so alive, in her entire life. She quickly grabbed a spoon and started scooping up large bites of the ice cream, tearing into it in earnest. As Josefina continued to eat, her body started to expand. First, her cheeks swelled outwards, giving her formerly angular face a more pleasant, welcoming, warm look. Her pointed chin vanished under huskier looking double chin. Josefina’s breasts began to grow larger, and as they swelled, they pushed against the little triangles of her bikini, straining the fabric and causing it to dig tightly against her flesh. But Josefina didn’t notice. She was so rapturously consumed with eating the ice cream that nothing else existed. As she finished, the pleasures made her weak in the knees, and she crumbled downwards. It was a hot day, and much of the ice cream had melted and lay in a pool at the bottom of the cone before she could scoop it up. Not patient enough to gain tiny spoonfuls of the melted stuff manually, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and tilted the cone over her mouth. The melted goo spilled into her gaping maw, as well as running down her chin and then dripping down towards the rest of her body. As Josefina swallowed the first gulp, her breasts finally pushed themselves free of her poor, overstrained bikini top. The little triangles of fabric were pressed to the sides of her growing frame, allowing her engorged mammaries to sit free and unencumbered on her chest. The cool, refreshing wave of melted ice cream rolled down onto them, causing her larger nipples to stiffen up and grow bigger still. Next, the ice cream made its way down Josefina’s tummy, which was no longer flat and waspish but was growing wide and started to shape itself into a little pot belly. And as the melted cream made its way further south, Josefina couldn’t deny that she felt incredibly aroused. Josefina used her free hand to untie her bikini bottom, which was already starting to feel tight and constricting due her widening hips. As she ran her fingers downwards, she could feel the unfamiliar swell of her gut against her hand, but she was too turned on to care. As the ice cream poured down her sex, she began to vigorously rub herself. Meanwhile, as she lapped up the last of the melted cream, Josefina’s splayed thighs grew wider and meatier, forming a large crease where they met against her hips and causing the toned definition she’d built up to vanish completely. The softer flesh now trembled at the slightest touch, and indeed as Josefina enthusiastically touched herself the flab that encased her thighs began to jiggle like mad. Josefina’s little pot belly began to swell, and then fold over her hand and wrist, though she certainly wasn’t trying to move her hand away. A second upper belly formed and then folded over the first, giving her two distinctive rolls which wrapped all the way around her waist and connected to the plumpness of her hips and back. As Josefina buried her rounder face in the cone, her long tongue skating inside to lap up the last bits of cream, her breasts continued their expansion. Her breasts growing outwards until they consumed nearly half of her torso, the firm, beautiful torpedoes still sitting proudly on top of the little shelf of her upper belly. They were large and heavy enough that they pressed against the sides of her frame and created yet another little roll that seemed to tuck under her arms - which, meanwhile, had swelled into decidedly husky proportions. Josefina groaned as she climaxed, her body shaking and quivering and little droplets of melted ice cream flying everywhere. The manic high her body was experiencing finally peaked and then quickly ebbed away. As she began to catch her breath, Josefina glanced down at herself - and screamed. She’d turned into a fat, disgusting whale! What the hell had happened!? She’d felt some unusual textures and sensations from her body while she was gorging, no doubt about that, but how could one ice cream cone possibly do this much damage? That’s when Josefina remembered she’d invited her friends over - what in the hell would they think? Josefina knew she had to text them to cancel. Her phone was on the other side of the long pool, so she slowly waded into the water to get it. “Josefina?” Deulla called out. “There’s somebody in your pool!” “Wait - oh, my God, I think that’s her!” said Pedro, as Josefina tried her best to cover herself up with her arms. Due to her increased girth, this was proving more of a challenge than she anticipated. “It is!” agreed Jime. Deulla silently smirked. If the huge, rotund woman wading through the water was indeed Josefina - and she couldn’t deny the uncanny resemblance - then all her prayers had been answered. Her biggest - no pun intended - rival had been toppled. “Wow, Josefina...you’re...you’re…” Pedro sputtered. “Just say it, get it out of your system,” Josefina begged him, closing her eyes and preparing for the name calling and the laughter that she knew would be coming next. “You’re sexier than ever!” shouted Jime. “That’s just what I was going to say!” said Pedro. “I can’t believe it! Whatever you’re doing, it is working great!” “What!?” Josefina and Deulla said at the same time, in opposite tones of voice. “I’m sexy?” Josefina asked, monetarily stunned. “Well, yes, of course I’m sexy!” she quickly recovered. The only thing more massive than Josefina’s body was her giant ego, and now that the men in her life loved her, her earlier insecurities melted away like cheap ice cream in the sun. Both Pedro and Jime jumped into the pool with their clothes on, eager to get a closer look at the plump vixen. “Have you two lost your minds?” Deulla asked. “She’s a cow!” “Look at those breasts!” said Pedro. “May I?” he asked, and Josefina nodded as he gently stroked the sides of them. “I love that big tummy,” said Jime, as he poked at her sunken belly button. “You’ve always loved sports, Josefina - what will you do now?” Pedro asked. “How about...wrestling!” she said, charging forwards and causing water to splash in her wake. She used the momentum generated by her massive mass to push him backwards. Pedro tried to fight back, but Josefina wrapped her arms around his back and leaned forwards, taking total control. Both had huge grins on their faces as they sank under the water. “Jime, come on,” Deulla said, as she pulled him back. “What is this, just because she’s rich, you’re willing to say or do anything to get with her?” she whispered. “She’d be just as sexy even if she didn’t have a peso to her name,” Jime replied. “And, for the record, you could stand to gain a few pounds yourself.” Josefina and Jime surfaced in time to hear this, her wide grin reached impossibly large proportions. She knew she could lend Deulla a hand by telling her about the ice cream, but she wouldn’t mention that to her for the world. Right now, all eyes were glued to Josefina, just as they should be, she thought.Thank you for watching this paid Advertorial. Your experience using Icy Garcia products may differ. ~~~Transformation TV has dozens of transformation stories of all kinds. Get it on Amazon today! You can also read more of my work on my web site.
  5. prince of fools

    Looking for a story

    So I'm looking for my favorite wg story of all time and I haven't found it in years. Here's a VERY general synopsis and if anyone recognizes it and can help me out, it'd be much appreciated. The main character is a girl who used to play tennis while she was in school. She graduates and lands a job selling bathrooms or something ridiculous like that. The story opens and she's already gained a few pounds. She continues to gain weight in this office setting where most of the other women are a little overweight as well. She starts eating cinnamon buns every morning and loses control over her appetite further contributing to her weight gain. It details her continuously having to buy new wardrobes which she is ok with because she's so fucking awesome at selling bathrooms or something. She tries to play tennis again at one point in the story but she's too big for her tennis outfits and way out of shape. I distinctly remember how the story ends... She goes to a meeting with a client at an Italian restaurant. On the way, she stops to get a hot dog. She sits down with the client and it turns out she's a closet feeder who just wants to watch the main character stuff her face. She orders bread sticks and goads her into eating them all, along with a salad. Then she orders her a massive dish of lasagna which the girl polishes off because she has no self control now. The girl is stuffed as hell and is feeling a little embarrassed and says she has no room for desert. The client says nonsense and orders a cheesecake for her. Then it cuts to our heroine walking back to the office and she is STRUGGLING. She can't even breath in all the way because the buttons on her jacket will pop if she does. I want to say she ends up going to the bathroom and unbuttoning just to get some relief and the story ends some time around here. Like I said, its not that much to go off of but if anyone could help me out, that'd be awesome!
  6. I was always told to be lady like. To cover up. Don’t eat too much, you’ll get fat. As I watched the screen I realized how beautiful I still was. I rediscovered my curves- the desirable ones and the not so desirable. Society is funny, you’re taught that some things just aren’t acceptable. Like being fat is a curse and if you’re fat no one wants to see you naked. I’m setting out to help change that. I’m here to celebrate that I look so damned good. I started to gain steadily in high school. I got happy fat with my then boyfriend, who had an enormous belly. After we broke up I slimmed back down and tried to stay down. I really took for granted my teenage body, thinking things would always be this way. I got a belly ring, bought lots of jeans. I took selfies before there was a word for it. I always had a pretty face and I had developed early in life. My life took a bit of turbulence as lives tend to do. As a result I lost my appetite. Food didn’t taste right. I ate for nourishment and out of necessity. I was like this for a while. But I did a considerable amount of drinking- we’ll just call it sarsaparilla. All the sugar and carbs made me blow up and I didn’t notice. I mean sure, a new stretch mark here and there. But then the legs of my panties were getting too tight. At one point I was so uncomfortable I took my panties off and tried to stretch them to better suit my luscious thighs. riiiip! I laid down in bed one night and realized that I had an underbelly. I had always had a cute little jelly roll under my navel that I could never hide by sucking in. I grew to like it. But now I had two jelly rolls and the top one was getting bigger by the day. And that’s when my appetite returned. I began to comfort myself with all my favorite foods. I stopped eating things I didn’t really care for and only wanted the best. I watch the cake grow smaller and smaller as the me on the screen devours it. I note the very moment I take a bite of straight coconut and frosting that’s much too rich on its own without the delicate, fluffy cake to balance it. I start to wipe it off on myself. That’s when I really start to enjoy my cake. That’s when I fulfilled a long time fantasy of mine. The cold squish of the frosting on my rump was so decadent that I can’t help but make an excited noise. I once believed that at some point my weight would even out, I’d reach a size and maintain it. I used to want to be a dancer but thought no one would want to see me, let alone pay me for my talents. I still dance alone when the mood strikes me. But I digress. My weight hasn’t evened out and I am still gaining. I’m the biggest I have ever been and remarkably the most confident I’ve ever been. I share things on Curvage I’ve never shared before. I’ve done things for my followers that I have never done before. And that’s why I’m here. My first photo set is full of great shots, some are completely humiliating. This is the first time I show my bare belly as it looks now and I want you to see it. The video I just shot is amazing. I did a cake eating video my way and had fun doing it. My only regret is that I didn’t start sooner. Some upcoming things you can expect from me (besides the aforementioned cake video) are a before and after picture set. I have recovered some old photos of me from a few years ago and I plan to recreate them looking as I do now. Trust me, they’re a must see! I also would like to hear from you, remember I’m new and really shy so be gentle with me. I crave your hungry eyes on me. Remember to tip the Curvage Models. We need your support to keep our figures and plus sized clothing ain’t cheap! xoxo, Katy Swift
  7. Darkusmaster123

    Story ideas/beginning

    So I'm going to write my first story. TL;DR couple goes to buffet, the buffet has a rule, any wasted food and the patrons will work there for a month finishing all the leftover food from the entire buffet. Girl gorges on food but wastes her last plate, then gets taken to start, story takes place over the one month. weight gain 120 => just under 300. any tips and things you guys may want that would make the story a lot more enjoyable, also any big no nos for writing this kind of thing ( i know the big ones ie;no describing bellies using numbers) any help would be appreciated will be posting here when finished. eta a few weeks pics unrelated, for your trouble edit: just realized that i just spoiled my whole story but whatever, I'll delete this after i get the help i need. edit 2: Gotten the help i need, can one of the mods pls delete this? the story will posted in a couple weeks
  8. Steel Metal

    Unique Story Request

    I have a concept that I would love to see someone develop into a story! If anyone would like to give this a try, I'd love to see the results. If nobody bites, I'll probably write it, myself. Here it is: There is a Microbiology major who is planning for her senior project to be a study on the use of a certain type of gas producing bacteria as an alternative energy source. The project would involve basically farming the bacteria inside the stomachs of cows. But a problem arises. Just as everything is set to go, a group of seniors decide to pull a prank, releasing all the cows from the school's field, resulting in the loss of the cows she would have needed. Now, with no time left to come up with a new project, she takes extreme measures. You see, for the past semester, she has had an EXTREMELY annoying roommate! So rather than flunk, she decides to make due with what she has and, rather than farming the bacteria in a cow stomach, she secretly farms them in her roommate's stomach after tricking her into signing a participation waiver. She secretly gets her roommate to ingest the bacteria regularly, and begins cooking every one of her roommate's meals, making sure her diet is tailored to fuel the growth of the bacteria. As a result, the roommate begins to suffer from constant indigestion weight gain, and chronic excessive belching. It eventually gets so bad that she can barely get through a sentence without belching and she becomes a social outcast and gets presented to the Microbiology Major's class as her final project.
  9. Chapter 1: Always Need a Beginning I had finally finished moving all my stuff into my new room for my first year at the University of Connecticut. I stepped back and took a look around, the bed was perfect, my Alex Morgan poster was nicely perched up on my wall, the afternoon sun shining through the window gave the whole room a really nice vibe. I was ready for Freshman year. The dorm was set up to where I was going to be living with another girl in the same room but I had gotten to campus a little earlier than her. All of a sudden I hear a racking against my door. Standing in front of me was a happy looking girl, who was on the shorter side and definitely looked like she hit the gym. "Hi!!!!!!!" the girl said all too enthusiastically. "I'm your RA Kenzie and you must be Sasha." "Hi nice to meet you." I said back to her. I was really hoping she wasn't going to be this enthusiastic all year long. "Well, I just wanted to stop by and say hi really quick. I also wanted to point out that the Dining Halls won't be opening until tomorrow morning, but our Hall will be hosting our own little cook out at the quad this evening. Hope to see you there!" I really hoped everyone on campus was not going to be as enthusiastic as her. I shut the door as Kenzie made her exit, and boy she did have a nice body. Not that I was any slouch either, as 13 years of soccer will do wonders to a girl. As the door shut I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was 5 feet 7 inches and had auburn hair past my shoulders, slender face, washboard abs, and a nice tight butt. I had made a strong effort over the summer to continue to go to the gym, while of course mixing in my beach days, as I was looking very tan, although my Italian ancestors may have helped a bit there too. I decided I was hungry enough for a snack, since I wasn't sure what my plans were for dinner yet. I looked through my stash, lots of Poptarts and bingo, the package of Oreos. My favorite. I sat down with the package and tore through them. Before I knew it I had gulped down 5 of them and was looking for something to drink. I opened my fridge and grabbed some chocolate milk to was them down. Aww what the hell I thought, and grabbed 2 more before putting the package away. As soon as I got back up on my bed, the door opened and in stepped a girl around my height. Kara my roommate. As she entered the room I got a good glance at her. She was a little larger, not chubby but she definitely is what you would call thick. However, she did seem like she was pretty athletic in high school from what I had seen on Facebook, and she looked about the same as she did from all her pictures. It looked like she had gotten pretty tan over summer and her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. She was probably the closest thing to a Greek goddess that I have ever seen. "Hi" she smiled at me as she entered. "Oh my god, I absolutely love what you did with your side of the room." "Oh, thank you, hi I'm Sasha. Did you need any help moving in?" "Sure, that would be awesome. After maybe we can go grab some food too?" "Oh yes definitely, I just had a snack but I'm ready for dinner, there's a cookout down at the quad, but I have this strong urge to go to McDonald's." "Ok, sure that sounds great." she replied. After we finished moving Kara in, we headed out to McDonald's. Kara was telling me about how someone on her old high school softball team who was a sophomore here had invited both of them to a party later that night. I had to be honest, I wasn't a huge drinker in high school, actually almost never drank, but I was definitely excited for my first college party. We got to McDonald's and Kara had somehow talked me into a McFlurry to go along with my Big Mac and Fry. Coupled with all the Oreos I had earlier, I knew I was definitely going to have to go for a run tomorrow morning. The thing I learned about Kara was boy could the girl eat. I mean I ate a lot but this girl eats. She got the same thing as I did but added in an extra quarter pounder and 4 chicken nuggets. By the time we were done, we were both stuffed and headed back to the dorm, where in the common room we met a group of people, 3 guys and another girl. Jack, Chris, Ricardo and Stephanie. Jack Chirs and Ricardo were in a forced triple, but due to the nature of a forced triple, they had a large room. Stephanie came from California and you guessed it, she was pretty much the typical Laguna Beach prototype, tall, skinny and blonde. Gorgeous to top it all off. Jack used to play baseball in high school, but it seems like all the partying over summer break really caught up to him, as he was sporting a beer belly and we hadn't even been in college for more than 5 hours. Ricardo was from Mexico and promised all of us that he was going to make us many authentic meals. However, Chris was the one who caught my attention immediately. He was on the taller side and slender, but what really drew me too him was the Tottenham jersey he was wearing. Let's just say I was crushing hard from the start. We got to talking about soccer and one thing led to another and before I knew it, me and Kara had a pregame spot we had to get to before the party as they had invited us to their suite. Me and Kara went back to our dorm to get ready for the night's festivities. I decided to wear this tight pink minidress, as I really wanted to impress Chris. Kara decided on a hot red minidress that really made her curves pop. "Damn Kara, you're looking H O T!" "Aww thanks, but you're certainly not looking bad either. You really went out of yore way to impress Chris tonight huh?' "Impress Chris? I don’t know what you're talking about." "Okay hon, whatever you say. Shall we head out?" By the time we got to the boys' room, there were already quite a few people in there, swaying to the music. Jack saw us enter immediately and handed us both a bud light. "Drink up ladies! This is the first of many!" You could smell the beer on his breath and by the way he was moving around you could tell he already had a few in his system. Me and Kara started dancing around, but I wasn’t seeing Chris anywhere. In fact I didn’t see Steph either, and both of them said they were gonna be here. As time went on I started growing anxious, and Kara sensed that and kept grabbing beers for me. After a little the beer really hit me and I was already forgetting about Chris. It seemed like Kara had completely forgot about me because I saw her and Jack shotgunning beer, and she could not stop giggling at his jokes. I told her I was thinking about heading back soon, and maybe stopping and grabbing a slice at Husky Pizza. "You hold on", she managed to slur out. "Shotgun this beer with us and then I'll head out with you." "Ah what the hell." So we shotgunned the beer, and just as I was finishing up I see Chris with Stephanie draped all over his arm, they must have come back in the last few minutes. Kara sees this too and pulls me to the exit, and that's the last thing I remember from the night. ______________________________________________________________________________ I wake up to the brightest Sun that any human has ever seen. As I try to regain normal thoughts, wait normal? I'm spooning a pizza box at the moment… I open the box up and--nothing but the grease stain of what must have been a large pizza at some point. I look across the room and realize that I'm not alone. Kara, wait not just Kara… is that--Jack spooning Kara? You know what I'll worry about that later, in fact I'll worry about everything later. I closed the blind and fall back asleep.
  10. FEEDERFATMAN

    Story I wrote- Criticism Welcome

    THE BBW BASH Chapter 1 It was a normal Saturday at UCSB, quiet and empty. Amber was with her two girlfriends, Sarah and Amira. Amber had been friends with them since the beginning of freshman year. That was almost three years ago. Now they were going into their senior year! Amber had known one thing, that Sarah and Amira had her back. The trio was sat at a table by the Ucen. They had all just gotten Jamba Juice and were enjoying their day off. It was the beginning of summer and classes wouldn't begin for another week. “Hey guys! there’s this event going on in downtown. I think we should all go.” Amber told her two girlfriends with excitement. “What kind of event?” Amira asked. “More importantly, how much does it cost?” Sarah added. “It’s a BBW event. And I think I saw that it costs around $25 per person per night.” “What’s a BBW? And why are they having a bash? Sorry I’m kinda dumb when it comes to acronyms.” Amira said with a look of confusion on her face. “BBW stands for ‘big beautiful woman’ Amira. It’s a body-positive event where big girls and even big guys can let loose and have fun.” “Um, Amber, why would we go? Amira and I are not what you’d consider ‘big beautiful women’…” “Well I am. And I think you’d enjoy it anyway. It gives you perspective on how others live and navigate life.” Amber said looking at Sarah. “I guess we can go Amber. But it might be awkward for Sarah and since we’re not exactly ‘BBWs’ y’know?” “I think I might have a solution to that problem.” Amber said with a grin on her face. “A solution to what? What are you going to do, make us fat?” Amira said with the most confused look on her face. “Maybe. Remember Zach, the guy who played Rugby? Turns out he was a secret FA and feeder.” “Amber, you’re using a lot of weird terminology today. Like what do you mean by ‘FA’ and ‘feeder’?” Sarah asked. “‘FA’ stands for ‘fat admirer’ and a ‘feeder’ is someone who tries to fatten someone else up, as opposed to feedee who gets fattened up by either themselves or a feeder. These words are used all the time in fat fetish communities.” “Okay…So what about Zach being an FA and a feeder is going to help us?” asked Amira. “He left me a few special dresses that have magical properties. Like when…” Amber was cut off by Amira. “Wait, wait, special dress? Magical properties? Now I know you’re fucking with us Amber. There’s no such thing as magic. You know that. I know that. The whole fucking world knows that!” “Okay Amira, since you’re so skeptical, why don’t you try one of them on. See it for yourself. If it doesn't work then that means that you were right. But if it does work then you’ll get to be a big girl for the BBW event.” “You’re joking, right? Sarah back me up on this. She can’t be serious!” “I’m willing to give it a try. I mean it won’t hurt to try.” Sarah said quietly. “Really Sarah?! You’re both Bio majors. How can you believe in magic. Okay Amber, if these dresses are so magical, then how does it work?” Amira said in an excited voice. “I don’t want to spoil it too much. But when you put one on, you start to gain a certain amount of weight. Different dresses add different amounts of weight.” “How much weight?” Asked Sarah in an intrigued voice. “You’ll both have to find out. They’re in my closet back at the apartment.” “I guess we can try these ‘magical dresses’ out. I mean I’ll be so happy when I’m right. I’m pretty sure they just make you look bigger. There’s no way they actually make you gain weight.” The three girls headed over to their apartment in Isla Vista. They had a two-bedroom apartment that they shared with Alex, their other roommate. She was usually off with her boyfriend so they never see much of her. Amber led the three into the apartment. She was amazed at how quiet Amira and Sarah were the whole way. Neither of them said a word. They walked inside and went into Amber and Amira’s room, which was on the left. They headed straight for the closet. “Okay Amber, show me this ‘magical dress’.” Amira said sarcastically using air quotes. “Okay, here is one of them. It’s a simple black dress that goes to just above your knees. Amira I think you should try it on.” “Whatever. I mean the dress is already too big for me. It’s not like it’s going to get any bigger when I put it on.” She said as Amber handed her the dress. Amira grabbed the dress with hesitancy. “If you’re so sure I’m making this all up, then try it on. Let’s at least see what it looks like on you.” Amber said teasing Amira. “Fine! I’ll put the damn thing on.” As Amira mentioned earlier, the dress was far too big for her. It was designed with Amber in mind. She took off her jeans and her crop top. She unzipped the back and put the straps over her shoulders. “Can someone zip me up. I mean there’s no point since this dress doesn’t even fit me. It’s ridiculous big on me.” Amber, without hesitation, quickly zipped Amira up. When the zipper had reached the top of the dress, the magic began. Amira’s eyes opened wide when she began to feel herself change. “Um guys, I feel kinda funny. Like there’s this warm tingly feeling all over my body. What’s happening?” And just as Amira finished her sentence, her whole body began to quiver. She noticed her boobs getting bigger before her eyes. Then just as she had focused in on her chest, she felt her butt and hips expanding out and wide. “Okay Amber, whatever you’re doing, it’s not funny. I really don’t know what’s going on. I feel my body growing and there’s a strange warm feeling.” “You’re getting fatter dummy. Look in the mirror. You’ve got to be around 250 right now, and you’re nowhere near finished yet!” Amira turned as best she could to face the mirror on the closet door. She saw her plump self getting bigger by the second. A look of anxiety quickly took over her face. Her doubt and skepticism were long gone. “I’m going to close my eyes. I don't want to keep looking at my body getting fatter. You were right Amber and I was wrong. Happy?! Now please make this feeling go away.” And just as a tear drop began falling from Amira’s eyes, she opened one of them. She then slowly opened the other one. “What happened? Is it over? Am I really fat? I don’t want to see what I look like.” “How does the dress feel? Tight? Loose? Just right?” Amber said with a smile on her face. “Kinda loose, but in the right way. Not like it’s going to fall or anything.” Amira said quietly. “Look down. Tell me what you see.” Amber said fiercely. “Um I just see my enormous boobs. I can’t even see my stomach. How fucking fat am I right now?!” Amira said nervously. “Probably in the upper 400s. How much did you weigh before you put the dress on?” “I don’t know, 180?” Amira said with a confused look on her fat face. “I can see that though, her being like 500 pounds.” Sarah said after being silent the whole time. “What do you mean 500?! Am I that big?!” “Look in the mirror.” Amira turned once again to the mirror. She noticed how difficult this now was given all the extra weight. “God, I can’t even turn properly.” Amira saw her reflection and just gasped. “I knew I was going to be big, but goddamn I’m enormous. I have like three chins and I don’t even have knees anymore.” “Yep that dress is designed to add 300 pounds to your body. It does its best to work with your body’s natural proportions to be seemingly realistic.” “I kinda want to try it too. Do you have another dress like this?” Sarah said pointing at the closet. “God I can’t even walk. And just standing hurts my fat feet.” Amira said talking towards the bed. “Don’t sit on the bed Amira, you might break it. I’m not even kidding. Go sit on the couch.” “Fine. Ugh. Now I have to get my fat ass all the way over there.” “How big do you want to get Sarah? 200 pounds bigger? Or 300 pounds bigger? I have both kinds of dresses.” Amber said while moving clothes around in her closet. “300 pounds. That way it’s fair to Amira.I don’t want her being the only B…B…W. Is that it? Did I say it right?” “Yeah. But technically Amira is what you’d call an ‘SSBBW’. That stands for super-sized big beautiful woman. I think it’s applied to women 350 and above.” “Okay, well fatten me up I guess. And please tell me the dress you have is also cute.” “It is. I have this sexy red floral dress. It’s kinda short, but it’ll look really sexy on you. It’ll also show a lot of cleavage.Trust me.” Amber said handing the dress to Sarah. Sarah grabbed the dress. She noticed that it wasn’t a zip-up dress, but rather a strapless dress. She slid into it. It was really big on Sarah. But unlike Amira, she didn't say anything. “Here goes nothing.” Sarah said. “Imma go check on Amira, see how she’s doing. You’re starting to get fatter. Do you like the feeling?” “Yeah actually. I don’t see why Amira was complaining. It’s kinda nice.” Amber walked out into the living room only to see Amira snacking on Amber’s Goldfish crackers. “What are you looking at? I can’t help it. I’m huge! And I guess my appetite got the memo.” Amira said with a mouthful of crackers. “How’s the dress? Fitting all right?” “I guess. It feels a little tight around my stomach area, which I just noticed goes all the way down passed my pussy. How do fat girls even have sex? Doesn’t the belly get in the way?!” “BBWs are smart that way.” Amber smiled. “Wait. Is Sarah getting fat too? I see something big in our room.” Amira said peaking into their room. “Yeah. She has a floral dress on. It’s also strapless.” “Damn, she’s going to get all the attention at the BBW thing. Is she getting as big as me? Or bigger?” “Probably the same size. I don’t know how much Sarah weighed before putting on the dress, but she’ll definitely be in the upper 400s. How do you like being big so far?” “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. But I definitely feel all the weight. It’s like this mass that kinda holds you back. Tell me, what happens when I take the dress off?” “If you take the dress off, nothing will happen. But if you get completely naked, then you’ll start to shrink. It’s weird I know. It took me a while to get the hang of it.” “Now I have even more questions. Like how big did you get when you put this dress on? And where did your ex even get it from?And why is it that I’ll shrink back down only when I’m completely naked?! So many more things to ask now.” “Well I don't know where he got it. All I know is that I was like 600 pounds when I put on these dresses for him. And he knew more about how they work then I do. He bought them or something.” “Guys! Guys! I think I’m done growing. I can’t see my toes, or my belly button. Does that mean I’m done?” Sarah shouted from inside their room. “I’m coming. I can’t wait to see how you fit that dress. It probably looks good on you.” “Um. How do I look? Sexy?” Sarah said awkwardly while trying to turn her huge body. “You look better than I thought you’d look to be honest. Sarah, I love this outfit on you. Your curves are just amazing.” “They are?! I do?! Wow. Let me look at myself in the mirror.” Sarah turned to look at herself in the mirror. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of her new figure. She even grabbed her belly with both hands and started lifting up and letting it fall just to see how heavy it was. “I think I can get used to this. I don’t see why you were so hesitant Amira. This BBW event thing is going to be awesome. I’m probably going to get all the guys with this body.” “Speaking of the BBW thing, you actually never told us when it is Amber. I just want to get out of this thing as soon as I can.” “It’s tonight actually. It starts at 10. It’s downtown at the Wildcat Lounge. I think I might put on a special dress too, just so it’s fair.” “How much are you going to gain Amber? 300 like us?” Sarah asked. “No, only 200. I already weigh 315. So that’ll put me at 515. So bigger than you two. I just want to all be big and beautiful. And I didn't want to be the smallest one. So here, I’ll put on this solid green strapless dress. Can’t wait to see what my cleavage will look like.” She took off her skirt and shirt. She put on the dress and began expanding. It was only a little too big on her. “I love this feeling. It’s just so nice and comforting. It’s like being rubbed down by warm lotion, y’know.” “Quick question: how are we going to actually get to the BBW event tonight? I mean I doubt I can drive with this big ol’ belly. And you two are even bigger than me.” Amira pointed out. “I can drive us. Don't you worry Amira. My seat goes back far enough so my belly won't get in the way. And say my belly is too big for me to drive, then you can drive Amira.” Amber reassured them. “Are you done getting fatter? I feel like your body hasn’t significantly expanded in the last minute.” Amira said. “Yeah. My body no longer feels warm so yes I am. Aren't I sexy? Look at my huge ass.” “So jealous.” Sarah said. “Well we have about an hour and a half. Who’s hungry?” “I’m super hungry. I don't think I’ve ever been this hungry in my life.” Sarah said grabbing her belly. “Want to go to McDonald’s? We can go to the one by the airport. I know I’ll be ordering a huge meal. I’ll prove to you that I can still drive even with this huge belly.” “I so want to see how far back your seat goes. If your belly doesn't get in the way than your boobs surely will. I bet you can’t even see anything underneath your chest.” “We’ll see.” They all waddled out into the driveway. Only Amber’s 2002 Honda Civic was there. And Amber opened the car door and before even saying anything, pushed the seat as far back as it could go. She then stepped inside the vehicle. There car noticeably sank down when she got in. Sarah and Amira looked at each other for a solid minute trying to decide who’d sit in front and who’d sit in back. “You’re kinda bigger than me. I suggest you sit in back Sarah.” “But if you push the seat all the way back I might not even fit. Will this car even be able to hold our combined weight? I have serious doubts.” “That’s a good point Sarah.” Amber said looking down in disappointment. “UBER? I got a free code from HK yesterday. We can get something to eat downtown before we hit the Wildcat.” Amira said quickly. “Good idea.” Amber said. Amira ordered an UBER from her phone. She saw that it would take 25 minutes for their driver to pick them up. “Well we have a little over 20 minutes. I guess we should just hang out here.
  11. I have recently had the pleasure of making a friend in @pregnite10 He truly makes me feel like every pound is worth it...Rod/Pregnite has begun to write a feedee fan fiction story and I wanted to be able to share it with you. This is the first half of many! BurstingBlogger Part One: Fatten Her Up! The camera flickered to life, the once black, empty scene became suddenly alive and filled with life;beautiful, sensuous, wondrous life. The melodic sound of a soulful but modern singer played softly as an incredible sight filled the screen; vibrant red hair fell just beyond the luscious females’ shoulders, framing her angelically lovely face; adorably round with a hint of a second chin, with a slender nose,decorated by a double hooped septum piercing, full, succulent lips that beamedin a breathtaking smile and dark grey eyes that sparkled with energy and excitement! “Hey guys, it’s Kyraand do I have a show for you tonight”, her voice musical and rich; edged with agirlish pitch, but fitting for the delightful female! Bent over as she was;casually adjusting the angle of the video, the camera had a marvelous view ofher cavernous cleavage; her heavy breasts wobbling like fat pendulums encased ina storm grey bra that struggled to contain bloated orbs which seemed to have alife of their own. Once she had the perfect view, Kyra stood upright, revealingthe body of a plump goddess! Resting upon her chest,it was far easier from this vantage point to see the full size of her ballooned breasts; the full mammaries spilling out the sides of the too small garment that held them! Yet, beneath her glorious bosom was Kyras’ most dominate feature; her massively rotund, incredibly swollen, beautifully crafted sphere of a belly; fattened splendidly over the culmination of years of hard but joyful work! The pale fleshed distension was soft and malleable; evident as she squeezed her plumpness, shaking it and sending her meaty gut wobbling before letting it flop down against her thick, juicy thighs which rippled with the impact! Even empty, the wondrous fecundity made the portly female look months pregnant; her belly-button a darkened hole in the center of the blimp of a belly! Pink and mauve stretchmarks decorated her rounded sides, with just a few rolls of fat forming beneath her jiggling, trunk-like arms! The overhang of her behemoth tummy just hiding her leopard printed panties.
  12. Janno Jones

    The Company

    Hello All, I'm a new member, and I like to write weight gain stories. I posted several installments of my new story, "The Company", on Curvage, but some members told me I posted in the wrong place. So, I'm reposting this in the Stories Forum, and hopefully you will all like it. I have other weight gain ebooks available on Amazon. Just search for Janno Jones. Thank you! Hope you like this. Janno The Company Albert Branson was in love with his new bride Liana. He loved her chestnut brown hair, her milky skin, her full lips, her shy smile. Most of all, however, he loved her trim little figure. She was a very shy, modest girl who never wore anything more revealing than a long skirt and a sweater, and she herself often described herself as "mousy". She was a librarian in their town of Oneida, New York, and she loved books and crossword puzzles and did not like taking risks in any way. She had such a quiet voice that Albert often had to strain to hear her. It was true, there were times when he wished she would be a little more extroverted, but that did not change the fact that he loved her deeply. They had only been married two years when a large food processing conglomerate named ALLGRO bought out Albert's small company, that had been manufacturing pork products for 100 years. The week after the buyout a few top executives from ALLGRO hosted a cocktail reception for the employees and their families, just to get to know everyone, and then a week after that Albert was called into his boss's office and told he was being offered a new position. "They want you to go to their main plant, in Nebraska," his boss said. "They were impressed by you and your wife when they met you last week." "My wife?" Albert said. "Why would they care about her? She's not an employee." "Oh, I don't know," the boss said. "I guess they have a certain image they like to maintain out there. They're the largest employer in the state, and they like their employees and their wives to fit a certain mold." "But Liana is very quiet," Albert said. "She's shy, and she doesn't fit the mold of a corporate wife." The boss smiled. "They must see some potential in her." The transfer involved a considerable pay raise, enough to convince Albert he should at least try out the new job. Even if Liana hated Nebraska, he could get some good job experience and make some extra money to put in his savings account before they moved back. So, they moved to Nebraska. Liana was not thrilled about the move, because she had to give up her librarian job, and of course the move involved uprooting herself from her comfortable small town and going somewhere totally new and strange. But, she decided that if Albert wanted this, she'd at least have to try it out. And at first it seemed like a dream come true. The company set them up in a house that it owned, for one thing, so they had no mortgage or rent to pay. The house was in a neighborhood of similar houses, all owned by the company. They were two-bedroom bungalows, on small, well-kept lots, with white picket fences and flower pots on all the windowsills. They were like perfect little doll houses, with only one thing that didn't seem to fit -- the kitchens all had huge, restaurant-sized refrigerators, triple the size of a normal refrigerator. "Why are the refrigerators so big?" Albert asked his boss the first day on the job. The boss was a pencil-thin man named Mr. Benson, and he smiled, showing a row of perfect white teeth. "The women in our area are proud of their cooking skills," he said. "They love to cook, and they love to eat. The company decided that we'd indulge that little hobby by giving them super size refrigerators." "Well, my wife may not fit in well around here then," Albert said. "She's not big on cooking. She's very health conscious, actually. She counts her calories every day, and she never overeats." "That so?" Mr. Benson said, smiling again. "Well, she might just change her mind once she tastes some of the delicious food our women make out here." Albert didn't think much about that comment for the rest of the day. He was too busy getting a tour of the meat processing plant, settling in to his office, and meeting all his coworkers. It did seem a little strange to him that all the men he met were just as thin as Mr. Benson, and the few women he saw in the office were definitely not thin. In fact, they were all at least 50 pounds overweight. He put the thought out of his mind, though, because there were so many new things to learn about. The meat processing plant was a modern, high-tech affair, with robots arms doing some of the work on a vast conveyor belt that carried cuts of pork along to be processed and packaged. Mr. Benson beamed with pride when he showed it to Albert. "Pretty futuristic, eh?" he said. "This is the future of pork, Albert, and we're on the cutting edge of it here. I'm sure you'll enjoy working here, son. This is a place with a future for you and your pretty wife." Albert thought it was strange that Mr. Benson brought up his wife again, but he shrugged it off. When he got home he was exhausted from his long day, but strangely, he was not very hungry. He'd only had an appetite for salad when he ate lunch at the company cafeteria, but he noticed the female employees had trays that were piled high with all sorts of fattening foods -- hamburgers, pizza, french fries, macaroni and cheese, and two or three desserts. They'd sit down at a long table and commence eating with great gusto, talking and laughing raucously, their large bodies shaking with laughter, their cheeks quivering with glee. He opened the front door of his cute little house and was amazed to see his cute, mousy little wife sitting at the kitchen table wiping crumbs from her lips, with an empty pie plate in front of her. She had a dreamy expression on her face, and when she saw him, she smiled and gave a demure little burp. “Liana,’” Albert said, “did you just finish that whole pie yourself?” “Yes,” she said, “and it was delicious!” “But I didn't know you ate pie,” Albert said. “I thought you hated it, actually. You always say it has too many calories.” “Well normally I do hate it,” she said, “but Stacy Flowers, who's our next door neighbor, came over this afternoon and brought the pie to welcome me to the neighborhood. She told me that she baked it specially for me, and I didn’t know what to say. “You know how I have a hard time saying no to people,” she continued. “This Stacy was very aggressive and just barged in here and sat down and told me she was going to be my new best friend. She was very rude. She told me I'm too skinny and I won't fit in around here if I don't gain some weight.” “Really?” Albert said. “That's very rude. I thought people in the Midwest were much nicer than that.” “Me too,” said Liana. “I couldn't believe the way she talked to me, but I just didn't know what to do. She looked in our refrigerator and of course it just had some of my carrots and cucumbers and raw vegetables, and do you know what she said? ‘We’ll have to change all this, girlfriend!’ Can you imagine? And to top it all off she was dressed in the most revealing manner. I mean, she had on skintight yoga pants that were a shade of pink that almost blinded me and they showed every ounce of her fat rear end. And it was enormous! Women back home wouldn't dress like that -- they'd be too embarrassed to wear yoga pants that tight if they had a rear end like hers. She also had on a top that was really low cut, and she was just bursting out of it. Can you picture that?” Actually, Albert could picture it. He had an image of a voluptuous body with enormous breasts spilling out of a top. He could picture it very, very well. But he knew that it was against Liana's nature to dress so provocatively. “I'm sorry you had to see that,” he said. “I'm sure you wanted her to leave as soon as possible.” “Well I did,” Liana said, “but I don't know, the longer she stayed here the more I got to kind of tolerate her, if not like her. She's very loud and she had tons of makeup on and of course she's not my type of woman, but somehow she had this sort of hypnotic voice. And she wore this pendant that came down in the middle of her cleavage that was a very soothing blue color and the more I stared at it the more I found myself listening to her. It was very calming, and I felt safe and secure. And somehow, through this mental fog that enveloped me I could tell that she was taking the pie out of the box and cutting pieces of it. She cut a piece and gave it to me. I took a bite of it and it actually was very good. Very, very good! It was so soothing and tasted delicious and it made my belly feel all warm and comfortable. So I just sat there at the kitchen table listening to her talk and looking at that pendant, and the next thing I know I had eaten the whole pie.” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I'm sure you must feel terrible.” “No, actually I feel wonderful!” she said. “I haven’t felt this good in years. My stomach is full and I am happy. I was just sitting here thinking, why shouldn't women eat whatever they want? There's no reason why we should act like these little mousy things who are always worried about diets and exercise and trying to keep our bodies skinny. Don't you think?” Albert was astonished. Liana had never had such outspoken opinions before, and besides, the one thing she was always very strict about was her diet. She did not believe in overeating, ever, and to see her now, with bits of cherry pie crumbs still on her mouth, was a shock. “I guess so, honey,” was all Albert could manage to say. “So, I guess you’re not hungry after eating that whole pie, but could you make us a salad for dinner?” Liana snorted. “Salad? I don’t think so. That’s another one of those foods that women eat all the time, starving themselves to reach some unattainable body shape. No, I’m not interested in salad. In fact, you can make dinner yourself, honey. Stacy invited me to a girls night out tonight, so I can meet the neighbors. She’s coming by at 6:00, and we’re going out for dinner.” “Dinner?” Albert said. “But that’s only 30 minutes from now. I didn’t think you’d be hungry for dinner already.” “Oh, baby, I’m working up an appetite already,” Liana said, winking at him. She pushed the chair back from the table, rubbed her stomach and leered at him. Yes, Albert thought, when he reflected about it later -- the proper word for the look on her face was “leer”. She looked like she was ready to have him for supper. She gave him a little hip bump when she passed him, winked again, and then went upstairs to get ready. When she came downstairs at five minutes of six, Albert was amazed to see that she had makeup on. Liana had never been much for makeup before, preferring the plain look, but now she had some red in her lips and her eyes were outlined in black. It was all very tasteful, but on a woman who’d never worn any kind of makeup, it instantly made her look more sexy. She was still wearing one of her calf-length mousy dresses, but she’d put a pink ribbon in her hair and was walking with a definite sway to her hips. At 6:00 the doorbell rang, and Albert answered it, to see a plump twenty-five year old in a skintight hot pink sheath dress that showed every roll of fat in her abundant body. She had huge breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress, a prodigious belly that protruded in front, and a huge ass that jiggled with every step she took on her impossibly high heels. She had thick makeup, obscene red lips, and eyes that must have had three layers of false eyelashes. Her hair was thick and lustrous, and swept to the side over one eye. She came in and immediately grasped Albert in a vise grip of a hug, and he could feel her soft, warm, quivering flesh next to his. After what seemed like ages she released him, ran her eyes up and down him, and then reached around and slapped him on the butt. “Hiya, Al,” she said. “I’m Stacy, your neighbor. Looks like our little Liana has a sexy husband! No wonder she didn’t want to go out tonight -- I bet she wants to stay home and screw that cute body of yours!” Albert struggled to regain his composure. “Uh, nice to meet you,” he said. “I understand you’re going out with Liana. It’s nice that you’re introducing her to everyone. She’s a little shy, and--” “Oh, don’t you worry about her,” Stacy said. “We’ll bring her out of her shell. It’s probably because she’s skinny that she’s so damn shy. Girl just needs a little more weight on her, and some fashion and beauty tips, and she’ll be fine. Just leave it to us, fella!” “Okay, Albert, I’m going,” Liana said, and she leaned over to give him a kiss. Instead of her usual peck on the cheek, however, she kissed him full on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and making him gasp with surprise. She broke away from him, giggling like a schoolgirl, and then she and Stacy left. As Albert watched Stacy wiggle those massive hips down the driveway and hoist herself into her low-slung late model sports car, and Liana give him a quick wave goodbye, he had the distinct feeling that he was watching his wife go off to her doom. Albert was consumed with worry for the rest of the evening. He tried to distract himself by watching TV, but nothing seemed to pique his interest. The local stations all had cooking shows on and they were presided over by huge women with double chins and massive arms, wearing low cut dresses that showed their enormous breasts. They looked big even by the standards of cooking shows, and it was no wonder, with the fattening recipes they were making. Mashed potatoes, mounds of spaghetti, enormous layer cakes, meatloaf -- it was definitely not low calorie food. They were sampling what they made, putting spoonfuls of food in each other’s mouths, and they had a look of sheer orgasmic pleasure as they chewed and swallowed. These women enjoyed food like no one Albert had ever seen before. The really strange thing was that the sight of food suddenly did not seem to interest Albert. It was like looking at a travel show about some place you had no intention of ever visiting. He had no feeling, no appetite, for food. He didn’t remember eating lunch, so he should have been hungry, but nothing interested him. He didn't know how long he sat there watching TV, but apparently he must have dozed off, because he was suddenly awakened by raucous laughter coming from outside his front door. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked at his watch and saw that it was one in the morning. Apparently there were a group of women standing outside his door laughing uproariously. Then he heard a pounding at the door and it sounded like Liana was yelling something. It was definitely her voice but the words she was using Albert had never heard come out of her mouth. “Let me in, dammit!” she was shouting. “Stop playing with yourself in there, Albert, and let a girl in!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, but she was laughing at the same time and she had to keep pausing to catch her breath. Albert ran to the door and unlocked it and was greeted by the sight of half a dozen enormously fat women in stretch pants and high heels, wearing way too much makeup. They were doubled over with laughter, their bodies jiggling like bowls of Jell-O. They all seemed like they had drunk too much, but Liana was in the worst shape of all of them. She was laughing and groaning at the same time, holding onto her swollen stomach and swaying back and forth. She had definitely had too much to drink, but it looked like she had also eaten the same amount of food in one night that she would have previously consumed in a whole month. “Shit, I can't believe how full I am,” she yelled. “Let me the hell in and help me get to the couch. I need to lay down. I can't walk another step!” This provoked gales of laughter from her companions. “Come on, cutie boy,” Stacy said to Albert. “You heard her -- help her to the couch!” Liana leaned against Albert, and her body weight actually knocked him back a step. Somehow, she seemed heavier. “What happened?” Albert said. “Oh she'll be alright,” Stacy said as Albert guided Liana toward the couch. “Girlfriend just doesn't know how to put away a good meal. We’ll help her with that, don’t you worry. Why, before long she'll be able to fit lots more in that belly of hers! Well, gotta go, cutie. The girls and I are going out for a midnight snack!” This also provoked gales of laughter from the women, and they laughed as they waddled out the door and down the driveway to their cars. Albert helped Liana to the couch, where she flopped down like a beached whale. She groaned and said, “Help me take this skirt off, it's killing me. Albert helped her take the skirt off and when he got it off he could see that her belly, which had once been so flat, now had a curve to it, and was poking out over the top of her panties. “What happened?” Albert said. “Can I do anything for you? You look like you're in pain.” “I'm not in pain at all,” Liana said. “Stacy and the girls took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet and I'm just stuffed to the gills. God, that food was so great! I couldn't stop shoveling it in my mouth, and they were helping me. They kept telling me how sexy it feels to stuff your belly all the way. And you know what? They were right! By the end of the night my panties were soaked!” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I forbid you to go out with them again!” “You're not forbidding me to do anything, cutie boy,” Liana said. “I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want. And I like them. I've never had girlfriends before, and they’re a lot of fun. Now come over here and let's have sex. Stacy told me that a full belly would make me horny and she was right!” She reached out her arms to him, and Albert had to admit that there was something about her swollen belly that turned him on. He felt the beginnings of an erection, but he wondered if he should do this. The sight of her was just too much for him, though, and he went down on the couch and joined her for an hour’s worth of moaning, passionate sex. At the end, he was drained and happy, although there was a nagging little thought in his mind that something was not right. In the morning when Albert got up to go to work he found that Liana was not next to him in bed. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen with the super size refrigerator door open and her head sticking inside it. She was dressed in only a bra and panties, and she was rubbing her stomach. She pulled her head out of the refrigerator with a look of disgust on her face. “There's nothing good to eat in there,” she said. “I need to make a shopping trip to get some real food. I'm starving.” “Why don't you just go to that organic supermarket in the shopping center?” Albert said. “I'm sure they have the food that you like to eat.” “The hell with that,” Liana said. “I'm not interested in that rabbit food anymore. Carrots and celery, ugh!” She went over to the couch and rummaged around in her purse, then smiled when she pulled out a candy bar. She grinned broadly and said, “Now that's the kind of food I'm interested in!” She unwrapped the candy bar and stuffed the whole thing in her mouth greedily and finished it in two seconds. Albert had a meeting at work first thing in the morning, so he didn't have time to discuss her new food preferences, but on the way to work he turned it over in his mind. What was happening? This was so unlike Liana. He figured that plump neighbor Stacy was the villain. She obviously had something to do with this change in Liana, but he couldn't figure out what she had done. He quickly forgot about his concerns however as soon as he got into work because he had so much to do. When he went to the meeting, though, all his worries came back. TO BE CONTINUED
  13. The dream It all started when I was fourteen and I made a dream The most striking dream of my life So strong that I somehow knew waking up that it must be real, that it was actually real In that dream, a girl was holding me and I was holding her, all our force clenched in this embrace And it felt like the most perfect and complete embrace that could exist on earth In her arms I felt entirely at peace, entirely accepted for who I truly am, entirely loved My schoolmates sniggering was in an instant blown away by this powerful wind It didn’t matter if people didn’t like me, if they made fun of me because I was different, because I didn’t know how to behave like them, because I didn’t want to conform It didn’t matter if I felt so lonely and misunderstood, if I had no real friend except my family No, nothing mattered before the potency of this dream love In that brief instant I understood there existed a love so deep and powerful it upheaved our existence In that brief instant I knew that I had to find her no matter what And I started looking for my dream girl everywhere I somehow knew I would recognize her Not because I would be physically attracted to her, no it had nothing to do with physical attraction But because my heart would bleed and cry and dance when seeing her, when looking in her eyes I knew it would be of an intensity that surpassed everything I witnessed around me In my teen years, I sometimes was of a deeply melancholic state of mind, without knowing why, without realizing that it was unnatural for a young boy to be so thoughtful, to have such a brooding mood The only thought that brought real sunshine and warmth to my life was that of meeting her Each time I went to the New Year’s mass with my parents, I prayed to find her And for long, long years I didn’t There was no trace of her Anywhere With time, I overcame my natural shyness that when I was a teenager made me stutter with everyone around at school, so afraid was I of my peers’ judgmental eyes I didn’t know how to speak in slang as everybody else, I wasn’t capable of chitchatting Before speaking I had to prepare the sentences I would say in my mind beforehand And each time I cursed my stupidity, how socially unfit I felt I was Later, much later, I became much more at ease with myself when I understood that speaking with others was not an exam I had to pass, but more like a discussion to discover more about them, about their life experiences, about the secret book of their soul I wanted to become a writer and so I knew I needed these interactions, and I started asking many questions, carefully listening to answers And in few years I met many close friends, as many as I didn’t have in my entire life, and with each of them the relationship seemed meaningful to me And yet, despite not being lonely anymore in the physical plane, I continued feeling this loneliness of the heart I never dated with any girl because each time I would get to know someone from close I’d understand it wasn’t the right person for me I would go out of my comfort zone, speaking to strangers out of the blue, in the library, in public transportation, each time I’d notice a beautiful face For I believed that I would recognize her from her face But each time I was disappointed, the whole did not feel right, they didn’t have the sensitivity I was looking for Almost a decade passed until I met her… Find out more writings on my blog https://erikvincentizakhia.wordpress.com/
  14. ''Was me gear always this snug?' 'That doorframe wasn't that small before' 'It's only been 5 minutes...why am I out of breath??' These were thoughts that had often ran through Tessa Blanchard's head, the daughter of Four Horsemen member and old school wrestling veteran Tully Blanchard, as she had defended her Knockouts Championship in a match against someone called Ray Lynn, who Tessa demolished, but there was something different about this match. Tessa had been out of breath, she'd been sweating and she'd been noticeably slower than she used to be, Tessa herself had no idea why, but, to anyone who saw the young woman, it was obvious that she'd really let herself go since arriving in Impact Wrestling. The fact that Tessa could just go to the same places all the time and eat was great for her, her weight had ballooned to the point where Tessa tipped the scales at 240lbs. Her sometimes mocked diamond like chin had now got a second chin added to it, giving her pretty face a rounded look to it, her cheeks were plumper and Tessa's jowls jiggled with every bit of arrogant trash-talk. Her voice had also gotten deeper and heavier thanks to her increasing girth and she found herself wheezing even just cutting a promo. As Tessa headed back up the ramp and raised her Knockouts Championship up in the air, her doughy body was now on display, her formerly rock hard abs had now, thanks to a combination of gluttony, laziness and arrogance of her superiority had changed those abs into an overhanging spare tire, almost a beer belly of sorts that hung over the waistband of Tessa's shorts and jiggled with every movement the overweight young woman made. Her side rolls oozed over the side of her like bronze, doughy lava as the side and back rolls were all over Tessa's out of shape body, her arms had even beefed up, getting to the point where Tessa struggled to ring up her favourite takeout places. It was also effecting her ring work, Tessa's clothesline and former power moves that she pulled off with ease now seemed like she would drop someone on their head if she tried to Gorilla Press slam them. Tessa headed to the back, panting and wheezing as she staggered backstage like she just wrestled a hour long iron man match, not a 5 minute squash match. Tessa hiked up her white shorts out of her fat, jiggling ass cheeks to try and stop the wedgie that she had as her shorts hiked up her fat, wobbling ass that were like two bronze moons of fat squashed together. Tessa just smirked arrogantly, as if she didn't realise her out of control weight gain, she sauntered past everyone, looking down her nose at them as her body shook and wobbled like jelly in an earthquake with every heavy step. Tessa marched straight to the buffet, that match had really caused the 'Undeniable' Tessa Blanchard to work up an appetite as she saw that it was piled high with food that was meant to go to all the wrestlers. But Tessa only thought about herself and she wasn't intending to share. After getting her breath back, Tessa said with a tone of indignation that the food was for anyone else but her. "Excuse me?? Do you know who the hell I am?! I'm the Undeniable Tessa Blanchard..." Tessa then shoved her title belt right in the face of the catering woman that she was bullying "I'm also the Knockouts Champion! So get out of the champs way!" Tessa scowled, sounding like a high school bully as she barged past the catering staff and started to greedily tuck in. Chicken was torn off the bone and picked clean, Burgers were shoved into Tessa's mouth in almost one go as she had to stop to avoid choking, when she calmed herself down, a sweaty, coughing Tessa continued her eating rampage, the sounds of her panting, grunting and belching were sounds that was becoming commonplace for the other workers of Impact Wrestling as Tessa finally couldn't eat anymore. "Ahhh...BUUUUUURRRRRP...that really hit the spot" a bloated, grease and food stained Tessa blasted out a loud belch as she announced that she was finished, which was good, because there wasn't a single scrap left for anyone else. Tessa was getting closer and closer to 250lbs and, what was truly astonishing, was that she seemingly had no idea of her own immense weight gain, she was just too self obsessed and focused on her life of luxury as Knockouts Champion. Tessa Blanchard wasn't only the Knockouts Champion. She was the Champion Of Consuming and her gluttony and greed was 'Undeniable'. (Authors Note: I haven't written weight gain stuff in years, but I am a huge fan of seeing female wrestlers getting fattened up. Hope you guys like this fic because I think Tessa would make such a sexy fat ass. If you're interested in female wrestlers getting fat like I am and want to talk about it or even maybe write about it, then hit me up with a PM. Also, I would appreciate feedback, I know that I've got lots of room for improvement. I would just like to hear your thoughts.)
  15. The hem of her shirt rolled up as she sat down and I got a glimpse of a soft, pale belly. She quickly pulled it down and then placed her arm in her lap to ensure it wouldn’t happen again. As I revisited the lovely image in my head I was left to wonder. Had she pulled it down because she didn’t want to tempt me? Or had she sadly come to the terribly wrong conclusion that I would find her soft, sweet padding unattractive? I grabbed a handful of popcorn for myself and she turned and tried to intercept it with her mouth. My heart rate increased. I knew she was probably just trying to be silly and playful. She commented that she hated the feeling of greasy fingers and asked if I would feed her. This was the first time a woman had ever asked me to do that to her. I think it was probably the sexiest time a woman ever asked me for food. Knowing what I know now about Adele it makes sense. She was as passionate and terrified and unbelievably excited as I was -- maybe even more so. I started placing a few pieces of popcorn in her mouth at a time as the lights dimmed and the movie started. I kept a slow pace. I would take a handful for myself and then grab some to feed her. It had been awhile since she had taken a sip of her soda and she eyed it as if she was about to grab it. I beat her to it and picked up the cup. She gave me a knowing, devious smile and took a sip. Was it really possible that this gorgeous, brilliant gem of a girl had the same strange quirk that I did? About halfway thru the movie I decided that I was going to try something. She seemed like a really sweet girl. I figured that if I did something completely out of line she would probably forgive me. I decided to take a chance. I whispered to her that I was heading to the restroom and she handed me her soda and asked me to stop and get a refill. I headed straight to the concession stand and grabbed two of every candy bar they had. I was so focused on getting back to her that I didn’t even stop to consider how much it would cost. I ended up spending nearly $50 on movie theater candy. But let me tell you, it was so worth it. I got back to my seat and dropped my armful of candy in my lap. She looked over to see what I had come back with. Her eyes got wide and she immediately turned back to the movie. Once again I was unsure what to make of her reaction. Was she nervous but excited? Did she just think I was weird for getting up in the middle of the movie and buying a ridiculous amount of candy? I whispered in her ear, “Do you like candy?” “Yes” she replied. I started to unwrap it and began to hand it to her. She turned and smiled at me and I gently placed the chocolate bar in her open mouth. If the projectionist had suddenly shut the movie off at that point, I don’t think I even would have noticed. I was so lost in her that I couldn’t see anything else. We finished the first round of candy bars and I noticed that underneath the purse she had in her lap she was softly caressing her belly with her hand. I wanted so badly for my hand to join hers. She quietly sighed and whispered, “I’m so full.” Then she gently placed her hand on my thigh and grabbed one of the remaining candy bars in my lap. To my surprise she unwrapped it and brought it to her lips. The hand she had been rubbing her stomach with was now holding the candy bar. She had presented me with an opportunity. I ran my fingertips along the soft, warm skin of her belly and as I did she closed her eyes and took another bite. She moaned ever so quietly, but loudly enough for me to know I was doing the right thing. The next think I knew the movie was over. As the credits began to roll she pulled down her shirt, covering herself back up. There was only a single candy bar left. “What did you think of the movie?” I asked her. “It was interesting”, she replied. As we made our way out of the movie theater she was quiet. Our plan had been to go out to dinner after the movie but she had eaten so much that I didn’t think she’d want to sit down to a big meal. “What next?” I asked her. “I think we need to talk”, she said. That’s never a good thing to hear a woman say. Had I completely read the situation the wrong way? Did she think I was a creepy weirdo? As we made our way to the car she asked, “Where did you get all that candy? Did you really buy it there? It must have cost a fortune.” “I guess I got carried away. Did you like it?” I replied. She grabbed my hand and started walking more slowly, “It was everything I wanted. I’ve never explored this before though. I want you to know that. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m a little scared.” I wasn’t expecting her to open up so much but I was relieved that we were both on the same page. I looked her in the eye and said, “I don’t know what I’m doing either. But I do know that that was the goddamn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
  16. Incognitoperson

    Weight gain stories

    Weight gain story part 1 "Oh my God I won!" Stephanie screamed as she began jumping up and down, she had won a "free everything for life" contest, and as a 20 year old college athlete, it meant that she could finally afford all of the clothing brands, healthy food, and various items she wanted. "I'm going to go get this" she said out loud to her empty apartment, she opened the door to her room and walked out, before stopping to admire herself in the mirror, admiring her toned thighs and firm butt, her thin stomach and healthy b cup breasts. After a minute she then walked out of her door , into the elevator right by her room. The entire ride down she dreamed of all of the things she'd be able to do with this reward. After a 2 minute ride on the elevator, she got in her car and drove to the building she could pick the card up. (30 minutes later she arrives at the building) As Steph walks in she is greeted by several large women, congratulating her on the award, but as soon as she signed for the award, she had a different plan in mind than the one she had before. Stephanie immediately drove to the nearest fast food joint. "Hello welcome to McDonald's how may I take your order?" A clerk said through a microphone. "I'd like one of everything" Stephanie responded
  17. Guest

    TV WG Stories

    https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/885928-Television-Women-expand/map/1 Not my own, but figure its interesting enough to leave here
  18. Jellingtonboot

    My weight gain

    This is my weight gain story. Most girls gain weight when they go to college, I was different. The college I attended had a really well equipped gym, and as my apartment was close, it was easy to go a few times a week. I was in the best shape of my life, and was enjoying the attention I received because of it. I was blonde, 5’1 and 140 pounds. I wanted to wear contacts , but my boyfriend of the time said my glasses made me look like a sexy nerd, so I decided to keep wearing them. I even kept them on during sex, we would play teacher and naughty school boy. When college ended, I went to America for three months, visiting family and travelling. I didn’t go to the gym once, and ate out most nights. Before I knew it, I had gained over 40 pounds. My toned body had become soft and flabby. When I gain weight, I tend to gain it equally around my body. Those 40 pounds made my look like the Michelin man. One morning, feeling especially fat, I walked into my bathroom and looked at the mirror. My heart sunk, it was as if over night my face had become fat. My cheeks were really fat. I must have spent 15 minutes looking at myself. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes and looked again, it was still fat. A week or so later, it was time for me to head back. I had gained 45 pounds and was really nervous about seeing my family. As I approached them, I could see the surprise on their faces. Everyone was being really nice, but I could notice them sizing me up. Later that night I met my boyfriend at his house. He was more surprised. I felt so uncomfortable, he’s eyes were always on my belly. It seemed like the more I tried to hide it, the bigger it became. I got that sick feeling in my stomach again. As the night went on, he seemed more and more disinterested in me. I was dreading sex tonight. I didn’t want him to see my fat body. I don’t know why, but later I thought it would be a good idea to play sexy teacher again. It was such a mistake, trying to fit into those clothes, really hit home how big I had gotten. To add to my embarrassment, when I heard my boyfriend coming up the stairs, I tried to quickly get out of the tights from my teacher costume, and ripped them in the process. My pants ripping made my legs look huge, and my belly hanging down really made me look bad. I’ll never forget the disgust on his face, even though he quickly changed it, I will always remember it. I felt really fat while we were having sex. He grabbed my usually firm ass, which was now fat and jiggle. He didn’t even cum. I felt so ugly. The next day I went back home. The day after I received a text for him to say that he was braking up with me. I took it really hard, I was depressed and spent most of my time in bed eating. By Christmas, four months later, I was 220 pounds. I felt like a blimp. On Christmas day I got up, feeling a bit better because of the festive mood. As I sat up, my belly felt really big. It must have been sticking out a foot in front on me. It looked like two separate parts, with my belly button in the middle. I will refer to them as my bottom and top belly. My bottom belly and my ass joined together into one big fat lump. It still looked just as big when I got up. People might even have thought I was pregnant, if it wasn’t for the rest of my body being really fat. As I walked I could feel my ass giggle with every step. I was huge. My family and I went out to dinner that evening. I hadn’t really been out in the last few months. I live in a really small town, so everyone knows each other, which means everyone I met was secretly evaluating how fat I had gotten. We walked into the restaurant and waited for a waitress to seat us. To my horror, it was one of the girls I went to school with. When we were in school she had always been a little chubby, but now see wasn’t. She looked amazing and athletic. I felt even fatter. She directed us to our seats, I could feel her eyes looking at my ass. It had gotten huge lately. As I sat down, I could feel my ass spread out to wider than the chair. I hate that feeling. When you sit down and all your fat spreads out around you. Luckily my shirt stretched far enough to save me the embarrassment of the dreaded shirt lift, where your belly goes out and forces your shirt up and exposes your belly. She was being really nice, but I could tell that her smile, was more a grin, mocking me for how fat I had become. I ordered barely anything, not wanting to seem like a pig. A few minutes later I could hear laughing coming from the kitchen behind me. We I looked back, I saw her standing there with another girl from school. When I looked back they quickly looked away, a little too quickly. When we were leaving, we had to walk past them again, I could feel their eyes judging me. I felt like my whole body was jiggling as I walked. My mother had always been really over weight. She decided to join weight watchers, and on her first night there she was around 260 pounds. She lost 60 pounds over the next seven months I gained it. The worst day of my life came when I was going out to eat with friends. I had grown out of all my nice clothes, and needed something to wear. My mother suggested I try on some of her old clothes. Being still in denial about my weight, I got really offended, and said that she was way bigger back then than I am now. I got her biggest pair of jeans, expecting to put them on and then put my hand in between to show how many inchs were left. As I pulled them on, I started to panic, they felt tight. I got them pulled up, but I couldn’t button it. I broke down in tears, I was a whale. I wish at this point I could tell you that now I’m really skinny again and that I lived happily ever after, but I didn’t.
  19. (Hey guys, this is a story, or maybe a series of segments about my wrestling original character, the spoilt and entitled fat fashionista Nicola Bashkar, who's picbase is the highly underrated NXT UK star and PROGRESS star Jinny. Now, Jinny's brilliant, but the girl is just skin and bones, Nicola is my version of Jinny but if she was as fat as she was arrogant. These gifs are what Nicola looks like, only she's much fatter and doughier. Hope you guys like this, I might do several updates to this if you guys like it.) "I am proud of my body, I'm proud of my cellulite, I'm proud of my second chin, my belly rolls and the fact my gut is so big it's got it's own gravity field. I'm proud of my tree trunk thighs, my big booty...but if you're my size...if you think that I'm here to represent you? Then don't, hit the gym, get surgery done, because you're not Nicola Bashkar, nobody else makes big as beautiful as me." A posh and upper class English accent was heard saying that as the camera cut to an overweight, some would say obese, young woman waddling down a London high street, her skin tone gave the impression she had middle eastern heritage, she wore a black t-shirt with 'Fat Motherfucker' on the front in white as her wobbling gut was jutting out so much that her black t-shirt resembled more of a sports bra type top. "I mean, I am proud of my body, because it shows that big can be beautiful, but only if you're me. You see? I wear these t-shirts, these are, lets be honest, for the poor people, the people who glare at me and wish they were me." Nicola spoke the camera while waddling, like it was a documentary series, sunglasses covering her eyes "They would wear trashy shirts like this, but I wear them to show everyone that I make anything, no matter how atrocious, look good on me. Fat looks beautiful on me, I drive a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, obviously enlarged since I wouldn't fit in a normal sized one." Nicola added with a chuckle as her second chin shook a bit from her laugh, she wore some black tights that did hardly anything to cover up her cellulite covered tree trunk thighs, but despite her arrogance, the Hammersmith heavyweight was right. She DID look amazing in her attire, even if she wouldn't be seen dead wearing it normally. "The thing that people don't want to admit is that, well, that they can't pull off fat as well as me, I not only make it look good, but I am an attention grabber, people pay attention to me and it's all thanks to my beautiful, perfect body" Bashkar started to feel her own doughy, lardy body as she let out an unabashed moan despite being in the middle of the crowded high street. As she was waddling, cameraman in tow, the obese young woman stopped, placing her sunglasses on the top of her head before bluntly remarking. "Go in there and get me 5 footlongs, worm!" as the camera panned to reveal it was a Subway as, from behind the camera, the nasly sounding young man retorted with "Why don't you go and get it?" "I'm sorry!? What gives you the right to talk back to me?! You're lucky to be breathing my bloody air!!" Nicola snapped, her arrogant and condesceneding tone changing, in a flash, to murderous rage as she almost lunged her blubbery arms at the cameraman before static enveloped the screen. The camera cut back with Nicola's fat, wide frame sitting on a bench, it actually audibly groaning under her over 300lbs girth as she had polished off the footlongs, judging by her wheezing breathing and the fact her mouth was covered in crumbs and the odd bit of salad from one of her many footlongs. "OK, do you really think I could've been seen in that place? I hang out with people who can go to the best, fanciest eatery in London and rent it out, that's how rich they are, they don't eat at Subway!" "Well, why do you?" the cameraman asked from behind the camera, now understandably unnerved about the 'Fatonista'. "Because I have to keep up this figure...plus I do whatever the hell I want!" Nicola struggled to heave herself up, but her girth was getting the better of her as she strained and winced before the over 300lbs behemoth beauty finally got herself up to her feet as she wheezed and gasped for air. She was doubled over and wincing and coughing before looking up with an almost murderous look at the camera. "Turn that bloody thing off or I'll shove it up your-" The little promo video then finished, but the words 'More from Nicola Bashkar...Coming Soon'. (OK, so I did this in the style of a wrestling vignette, that would herald the arrive of soon to be debuting superstars to build up hype for when the superstar actually debuts in front of the crowds. I think I'll do more Nicola stuff. Can't wait to hear your thoughts. Hope my writing improves as I go along too. )
  20. Jellingtonboot

    My Weight gain (continued)

    In my last post I gave a broad summary of my weight gain. In this part I will delve deeper into it. Trying to get a job. I found it hard to find work after college. I have a degree in spa management, but like most careers, I couldn't just start in management. The only available job in my area for someone with no experience, is a beautician. I prepared my C.V., sent them out to prospective employers, and waited. Eventually a few called back, each sounded impressed with my C.V., and I attended the interviews. I never heard anything back. One night after smoking a slightly too strong joint, I lay in bed contemplating my life. Why aren't they calling me back?.... It was because I was fat. No one wants a fat beautician. The sudden realisation of why made me feel sick. I was around 200Ibs at the time. I was also still strongly in denial about my weight. They didn't see me for me, they saw a fat girl. I became really depressed. I kept eating all the time, small snacks here and there. It all went straight to my belly. Up until about 200Ibs, my fat distributed itself around me fairly evenly. Not too much in any one place. But then my belly took centre stage. It seemed to grow everyday. You may be thinking, "how could she just watch herself get fat, and not do anything about it?" I was depressed and in denial. I kept saying that I would go back to the gym next week, or start a diet, and give up after a day or two, because I would always find a justifiable reason to give up, usually emotional. My mother and older sister have always been really fat. Fat genetics must run in the family. The second I moved back from college to the rural community I live in, I started gaining weight. The nearest gym is twenty miles away. I don't drive either. All of this accumulated, no job, no car, no gym, nothing to do everyday. I gained another ten pounds in what seemed like a week. It seemed to have gone straight to my lower belly, the part below the belly button. It was the final piece in the fat bitch puzzle. My sister and to a far greater extent my mother, had always had big lower bellys, jutting out, defineing itself as a seperate part. I always mocked my sister for having it. I called it her 'fat bag'. Skinny peoples bellys don't look like two parts, fat peoples do. This leaves you with two options, either let your belly hang down below the waist of your pants, or pull your pants up as far as your belly button. I pulled my black tights up to my belly button. Fully feeling the symbology behind it. I looked into the mirror and there it was, my own personal 'fat bag'.........
  21. flaming-hades

    Truly Inevitable

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

    Human Food Disposal Comics

    I know it's a bit different, but there is a sub-set of people into this, so I hope you like it. If you do, I'll post more.
  23. softness4

    The Beach

    The Beach By Softness A short story of weight gain (BBW/BHM) loosely based on a real life event. Part I I had been working for the past couple of years having graduated from university when I was laid off. There just wasn't enough work. For the first time in a while I had time to reflect and think about what I wanted to do next with my life. After a couple of weeks hanging around the city where I had worked I decided that I needed a break to figure things out. I was 26 years old, single and had enough money in the bank not to have to worry for a while. I set out on a vacation or a hiatus or whatever one calls it when you just avoid working for as long as you can. I ended up going to a beach town, where I stayed at a nice hostel with a surfing theme - they offered surf lessons etc... It was nearing the end of the season so it wasn't that busy. The owners of the hostel were nice people and I enjoyed going to the beach, surfing and generally just hanging out with other people who had also been drifting through their lives and were taking a break from the daily grind. We were all connected by our need for some time off and our love of the ocean and surfing. Early on in my vacation I went out to the favorite local bar. On Wednesdays the deal was one-dollar crab cakes an offer too good to be passed up. The bar was a well-lit, cheerful place and the older bar maid was very talkative – but naturally what caught my eye were the couple of waitresses on the restaurant side. I selected a seat that allowed me a good view of them in the restaurant and settled down with a beer. As I mentioned there were two waitresses both of similar heights - I estimated they were both around 5'4” and they both had shoulder length blonde hair pulled back in pony tails. They also wore the same lime green T-shirts with the restaurant logo on them. However, that was where the similarities ended. One girl was fat – her green T-shirt clung to her body like a second skin. Her belly hung down over her skin tight jeans two inches and extended out - three inches of solid fat covering. Her T-shirt wasn't riding up at all and actually fit her very well (perhaps tighter than intended :). Moving up her breasts weren't huge maybe C cups – but very nice. Her face looked chubby and she had a very cute double chin that formed at the slightest downward motion of her head. I was struck by her confidence as I observed her bustle around the restaurant serving people. I decided that I would have to visit the restaurant side in the very near future to give me an excuse to chat to her. The other waitress had a relatively thin body. I was immediately attracted to her by her smile and she had a certain glow to her face that I expect resulted in instant popularity at school. She looked to be in her late teens. Initially I didn't pay her much attention because she was so much thinner than the other girl but as the night progressed some subtleties in her figure became apparent. I noticed as she walked quickly the way her loose T-shirt would press against her exposing the curve of her tummy I didn't expect to see. When she leaned over to pick up a customer’s fork her t-shirt bunched against her belly and lifted up at her back revealing her hips. Finally, I couldn't help but notice that she had great boobs about a C cup as well. When she was waiting for a customer to decide what to order she placed a hand on her hips and her thumb and index finger sunk into her hip three quarters of an inch. Her jeans looked very new – and overall I thought she had the look of a girl who has been filling out recently. Not at all fat or even chubby but a little thicker around the middle and hip areas then a skinny girl would be. The next day I went back to the place for dinner at the restaurant. I was fortunate to be served by the fat waitress (whose name I learned was Kate) and as she came up beside me to take my order I really just wanted to wrap my arms around her waist and press my face into her doughy belly - but I restrained myself and instead ordered the fish and chips. I watched as she finished taking our orders and walked back to the computer to punch in our orders. She pressed her tummy into the side of the stand the computer was on and it looked so soft as it squeezed around. I have found that when I am turned on I eat more probably because I am imagining feeding both waitresses while I eat. I easily finished the fish and chips. Over the next few days I continued to eat a lot – being a slim guy I noticed my extended belly from drinking lots of beer and generally being pretty lazy day dreaming about both waitresses. I determined that I had nothing to lose and that I would ask the fat waitress if she wanted to have a drink after the restaurant closed. So I saved up my courage and asked her out the next night. I think that she could tell that I was checking her out a lot despite my best attempts to keep the occasional glances looking natural. At the end of the meal as we got up to leave she smiled at me and I knew that was my chance. Sometimes things just have a way of working out (a credo I live by) and she said she was free at 10:00 PM. I met her at the bar and she ordered a beer so I did as well. I also got some nachos just because I wanted to watch her eat. As we talked and munched and drank one beer became three and I learned that she and her fellow waitress were distant cousins. I said, “I thought you both looked similar!” She gave me a shrewd look and leaned back and lifted her belly from her lap where it had been resting on her thighs. “She doesn’t have one of these”, she said giving it a shake. I ogled at the perfection of her big soft tummy and was entranced when she shook it. She asked, “Are you okay?” and I snapped back and told her that I was fine. She gave me a strange look. Then started telling me a story of how she had put on some weight in the last couple of years and that she had looked like her cousin when she graduated from high school. Apparently living away from her parents during freshman year had resulted in 20 lbs and then working as a waitress over the summer had resulted in sleeping in and staying out late drinking and munching resulting in another 20 lbs. Then she had continued to gain weight despite multiple attempts at dieting she failed to reveal exactly how much but I figured she was at least 190 lbs. I told her that I thought she looked really good which I am pretty sure was the right thing to say because she flashed me a great smile and I loved the dimples it created in her cheeks. I wanted to change the topic away from weight gain but I had to know if she thought her cousin would also gain weight when she entered college in the fall. To my surprise she warmed up to this topic quickly seeming to relish the idea of others also struggling with their weight – I think this made her feel better about her own gain. She said, “it's already begun! You should have seen her at the beginning of the summer. She was a stick! I remember she told me she was 110 lbs quite proudly. I may be at fault for corrupting her figure as she had never had beer before this summer. After we finished with waitressing for the night I would get a beer sometimes and relax and she started to join me. At the beginning of the summer she would drink one beer and I remember her lifting her shirt up to show me her tummy and complain of feeling bloated, she was quite thin back then. Then the chef here (George) is a really nice guy and he noticed us both relaxing here and started to try out some new dishes on us. For the first week of the summer she would drink a beer and sample some of Georges cooking but now she just eats everything he put in front of her and washes it down with 2-3 pints no problem!” "Who is eating so much more?”, A coy voice asked. I turned around in my chair and saw the younger waitress there grinning shyly with both hands on her hips and her shirt stretched across a little belly that rounded out a couple of inches in front of her. She really was beautiful. I wondered how much she had overheard. Kate turned to her grinning and gave her a pat on her belly saying, “We were just talking about you!” Jenna looked down at her belly unabashed and said, “Oh my belly”, and she lifted her shirt to show it off and gave it a fond pat. I could see the thin new layer of fat that had formed especially on her lower belly. “I guess I am eating more than I used to. Hanging out with Kate is rubbing off on me!” She gave Kate’s tummy a poke. She didn't seem self-conscious at all. “I kind of like having a small belly. Although I think it might be getting bigger I just like eating and drinking so much now” and she giggled. I quickly agreed that it suited her. “Do you like my new jeans?” she asked and gave a little twirl as she flashed me a smile that nearly melted my heart and plopped down at the bar stool on the other side of me. “They look great on you.” “Yeah, I had to get them because the last pair was really tight on my belly.” She gave me that coy grin which made me think that she was just toying with me and ordered a beer. Then she yelled for George to bring her something amazing. Kate rolled her eyes at me and pointed to Jenna’s belly which was sticking out over her new jeans as she sat – nowhere near her thighs but not the tummy of skinny girl anymore. When Jenna’s food arrived I marveled at the way she tucked into it and soon she was elbow deep in a big burger with sauce dribbling down her chin. Kate gave me a knowing look as she demolished her burger with a lot more finesse. I was beginning to wonder whether there really was a god watching these girls eat and drink with no concern for the calories they were consuming. Jenna finished her burger, burped, giggled, gave her belly a little rub and ordered another pint she also unbuttoned her new jeans not bothering to hide the fact that her new jeans were already tight. Kate and I also ordered another pint. Jenna finished her pint quickly (she practically chugged it with one hand on her now slightly bloated belly) and said she had to meet some friends but it was nice to meet me and she hoped to see me around. Kate looked after her as she bounded away her upper thighs rubbed together and her ass filled out her jeans nicely. Kate said, “I think she has put on 20 lbs. this summer and the way she can drink now she will put on even more in college.” I tried not to seem too interested but now on our third beer of the evening she was starting to see through me – my glances at her tummy for the last couple of days it must all be clicking for her. Suddenly she yawned reaching up over her head with her arms and lifting her shirt up so I had a clear view of her belly button which was round and deep and of her big soft lightly tan belly. She reached down with a hand and gave it a rub and tugged down her shirt. “You don't think I am too fat do you?” she asked. “Me? Oh no you look really great to me – you just have curves.” She said that was a really sweet thing to say. We were getting along really well and agreed to see each other the next day for more drinks. After a couple more days of consistent visits to the bar I decided to invite Kate and Jenna back to the hostel (which was empty now except for me) for pizza after the restaurant closed – Jenna brought her friend Bob who was also in his teens and worked vacuuming the restaurant after closing. I didn't mind Jenna bringing Bob and I knew they were close after I saw her hug Bob yesterday when he arrived and she threw her arms around his neck. Bob has a prominent belly and is definitely on the chubby side. It occurs to me that Jenna is continuously surrounded by people who are chubby or fat and it is starting to rub off. We get a couple of large pizza's loaded with toppings and some garlic bread. We put on a movie and the girls dig in like they haven't eaten in days. Jenna especially. Since it is getting cool at night they arrived in hoodies but after a slice Kate exclaimed she was hot and took hers off showing off her big stuffed belly as she did so. I saw Jenna look at her cousin’s belly and then peak down at her own small stuffed belly. In comparison she was tiny.
  24. 333Blebleble333

    A bit of a belly

    Hello, I've started a new weight gain story and I thought that some people here might enjoy it... If you would be interested in my other stories, you can check them here https://333blebleble333.deviantart.com/ A bit of a belly I stepped on a scale. I had to crane my neck just slightly in order to see the numbers on the scale over the curve of my belly. “Yep, it has happened at last.” It was destined to come and now… Now the time has finally come apparently. I’ve been dancing around it, nearing to that significant point, for a while. Today is the day, I’m officially two hundred pounds. For some people, most girls I know, it would be a reason to freak out, but not for me. After all I accepted my fate long ago. It would be stupid not to, I knew myself too well for that. I was a glutton and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. And if it meant I would have to carry around a bit of a belly, so be it. My soft, round and squishy tummy, that seemed to steal almost every extra pound for itself, was here to stay and I was cool with it. I’d even go so far and say that it looked sexy and sometimes at night I couldn’t keep my hands of it. I started getting fat, because let’s face it, 200 means pretty fat, about five years ago. My parents were getting divorced back then and as an only child with no one to turn to I took it pretty badly. I started to seek comfort in food, which obviously resulted in couple extra pounds. At the time I didn’t quite achieve as much of self-acceptance as I have now and was pretty bummed about it. My classmates weren’t really the most compassionate and mocked me because of those extra few pounds without showing any sign of mercy. I’ve never really understood why people do it. Does it make them feel better about themselves? Do they get pleasure from seeing their peers broke into tears? Anyway… It only sent me to look for joy hidden in a carton of ice-cream. Back then however I was more determined to stay slim and so I tried to burn off the extra calories. Because of that the damage to my body turned up a lot smaller than it could have been. It took me a couple of months before I finally realized how much I actually enjoyed eating. I wasn’t resisting the urge to eat, never denying myself anything, but I did spend plenty of time exercising. For a long time I was trying to balance the larger income of calories with burned off calories, but I was failing. A pound here and another there… Eventually I gave up. Why would I kept torturing myself to stay thin, if it didn’t even work that well? It was only prolonging the inevitable. A knock on the bathroom door brought me back into present. “Hurry up! You’re gonna be late!” My mother’s high pitched voice sounded clearly through the door. “Give me a second, I’ll be right there!” I shouted in annoyance. “I can’t even have moment for myself…” I mumbled under my breath. Today was the first day of my last year of high school. And there I stood in all of my two hundred pound glory, clad in my tighter-than-I-remembered clothes. My belly strained the top as it stuck out farther than my B-cups filling breasts. I struggled to button my jeans, having to suck in my stomach with all of my might, before finally succeeding. The time to go shopping was looming closer as the pants gave me a solid muffin top. I tied my long blonde hair into a ponytail and swaying my curvy hips from side to side, I walked out of the bathroom. The wonderful aroma of frying butter filled my nostrils and I followed it into the kitchen without hesitation. In the kitchen I was greeted with a plate of pancakes stacked up high just waiting to be devoured. I landed my lovely shaped bottom upon the chair, filling its seat nicely, and without further ado I drowned the pancakes in syrup. “Is that going to be enough, Liz? I can always make you more pancakes.” I looked at the mountain of pancakes before nodding. “I’m sure, I’ll have enough.” I already knew where all those pancakes will end up. I patted my evergrowing belly. In a way my parent’s divorce was the best thing that could happen to me. I know how weird it sounds, but it is how it is. Officially I lived with my mom, but since my dad lived less than 15 minutes away, I spent pretty much the same amount of time with both of them. And they were pampering me beyond measure. They did whatever they thought could to sway me to their side. I was sure I would have heard by now about how bad my eating habits were otherwise. Making my way through the massive breakfast I thought about how great it was that Kurt, my mom’s boyfriend, has already left. Kurt was… not very handsome, nor was he rich. He frowned all the time, disgruntled and I wasn’t sure if I ever saw him smile. I honestly didn’t know what mom saw in him. Sometimes I wondered if the only reason she got together with him was because she was too afraid to end up alone. I knew that with her great looks, her wide feminine hips that I inherited and the above average bosom that I unfortunately wasn’t blessed with, mom could definitely find someone much, much better. I let out a long, satisfied sigh, while rubbing the outwardly expanded stomach. The mountain was conquered and all the pancakes found their way inside my distinctive middle. The weird thing was that I could go for a bit more. Even I was occasionally surprised by my growing appetite. Although my jeans were without a doubt happy there wasn’t any more, because the button groaned under the pressure as it was. It held, at least for now. It would have been delightful if I could just waste my time between meals as I did throughout the entire summer, but I knew I had to get going. Reluctantly I rose to my full height of 5 and half feet and headed out of the intimacy of my mother’s apartment. I didn’t have many friends, but it didn’t bother me. Going out wasn’t really my idea of having fun, I much rather stayed at home, playing video games or watching movies while snacking intensely. The one close friend I did have was Becca. Three years ago, when we first met, we didn’t become instant friends, but since neither of us really fitted with the rest of our classmates, we were sort of pushed together. As unwilling as we were at first, it only made sense, for obvious outsiders like us, to stick together rather than drift through the high school jungle on our own. It came as a pleasant surprise when we found out how much we had in common. I remembered well the girl I met three years ago. Becca was just five feet tall and as skinny as a girl can possibly be, without being down right anorexic. I recalled how shy and uncomfortable she was around people back then or how she struggled with her lack of self-esteem. A lot can change in three years. She was a prime example of that. “Liz!” I heard Becca’s familiar voice coming from a far. I looked around, but I couldn’t see her. “Hey, Liz!” Becca’s voice sounded behind me, much closer this time. I turned around just in time to find myself on the receiving end of an enthusiastic hug. Two soft orbs pressed against my protruding gut and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my body, squeezing the life out of me. “C-can’t breathe.” After what felt like an eternity, Becca finally let me escape from her deadly embrace and I could finally take a look at my best friend who I haven’t seen in two months. In the past three years Becca developed in more than one way. She… gained some weight. I couldn’t help but feel a bit responsible for that. It wasn’t as if I forced her to eat more or anything, but hanging out with me, she surely caught a thing or two from me. Some days it almost looked as if she was intentionally trying to keep up with me, as if we were in some sort of a competition. Of course, I would have won every time. The extra weight… Honestly it looked great on her! She developed into somewhat of a top heavy hourglass and I had to admit she looked hot as hell. Looking at her now, I could barely believe my eyes. She looked huge! Well, her juggs did. From my position I couldn’t really judge anything apart from her breasts but, that was enough. Her shirt clung tightly to her form, with outlines of her bra clearly visible. And clearly inadequate! Becca’s boobs were spilling over the cups of her too small bra. Apparently I wasn't the only one who gained couple of pounds over the summer. Apart from the changes to her body in last three years she developed a habit of dying her hair crazy colors. The vibrant blue hair falling past her shoulders proved there hasn’t been a change in this matter during the summer. To be fair for her it was pretty conservative in comparison with some of her previous creations. Becca buried her finger into an exposed skin of my belly, my shirt must have ridden up without me noticing. “Hey, buddy,” Becca started to talk with my protruding middle. “You certainly look like you had great summer!” She grabbed it with both of her hands and shook my soft, jiggly belly. “Hey, stop playing with my fat!” I slapped her hand and pulled down my shirt. “There’s more than enough of it for both of us now, it’s not my fault you couldn’t keep your ass out of the fridge.” Becca said giggling. “Like you’re the one to talk… Look at those tits of yours!” I pointed at her bosom that quivered with her every slight move. Becca straighten her back and thrust her well-endowed chest forward proudly. “Oh, you like them? Could you believe I can’t even fit them in G cups anymore?” Becca bragged shamelessly. I could only stare at her wobbling chest with a badly hidden envy. The day at school went as slow as first school days usually go. The unending administrational bullshit, we’ve all heard at least thousand times before, kept going on and on and by the time anything worthy of knowing came around, my mind was already too dull to really pay any attention. Throughout the day my head felt heavier and heavier until finally it felt too heavy to be supported by my hand and I lay it down on my desk. I drifted into sleep. I jumped in my seat, sending my flabby middle into motion, when a hand touched my shoulder. Sleepily I started to look around. “You were really asleep, weren’t you?” Becca giggled. “Come on, the class is over and it’s time for lunch.” At the mention of lunch my stomach growled hungrily. “I could definitely eat something. I wonder what they have in cafeteria today…” I said, rising to my feet. “Weren’t you at all listening today? The cafeteria is closed and it will be for a couple of weeks. We’ll have to go somewhere else.” “Oh, crap!” I cursed. “Is there anything close by, where we could go?” “I don’t really know… Well, I just realized, there’s one of those all you can eat type of buffets, I think!” “You know, I’ve never been in one of those before… Isn’t it expensive?” I asked, before stretching my back. The motion lifted my shirt, exposing my round belly to the world. Fortunately we were all alone. Becca poked my gut. “I’m sure we can get our money’s worth!” “Me? Sure! I don’t if you will be up to the challenge, though.” I smiled at her provocatively. “What?! I bet I can eat more than you!” “Maybe in your dreams! Where would you even put that much food?” Now it was my time to poke her middle, which was completely overshadowed by her sizeable assets. My finger sunk into more soft flesh than I expected. The place where we would get our sustenance was decided and so Becca lead the way to the buffet. While we were walking we were catching up on stuff we didn’t manage during recesses. Our conversation mostly consisted of shows and video games we watched and played, throughout the summer. Upon entering the buffet we were immediately struck by a combination of various delightful smells, making my mouth water and sending my mind into overdrive. Without hesitation we started to pile up our plates with food. I wasn’t even paying much attention to what I was putting on my plate, focusing more on how much I could fit on it. We sat down in a booth with our equally overfilled plates and started shoveling the food into our awaiting mouths. “Loser brings the desserts.” Becca announced. With my mouth preoccupied with chewing I acknowledged it by nodding. “Make sure you’ll bring me enough.” I said after I swallowed the large mouthful. Mere moments have passed and I was on my way for the first refill. Becca was right behind me. Plate after plate I made my way through the meals the buffet offered. Amazingly enough Becca was always just one step behind me. I was getting quite full myself when she finally conceded. I raised my hands in victory, and laughed in delight. “I was only just getting started!” I lied, rubbing salt in the wounds. In reality I was relieved I wouldn’t have to eat much more. With loud POP the button flew away from my jeans, my belly immediately surging forward into the newly created space. “Oops! Guess I’ll have to go shopping sooner than I planned!” I proclaimed with laughter. Becca obviously wasn’t very happy about the outcome of our little competition, but this put a mild smile on her face. Reluctantly Becca rose to her feet and headed for food one last time in order to bring me the dessert I won. To be honest I kinda wished she wouldn’t. “Are you insane?!” I almost shouted staring with widened eyes on the plate before me. “I thought you were only getting started.” Becca replied, her voice dripping with faked innocence. “Yeah, but… That doesn’t mean I can eat this huge cheesecake! Can you even imagine how many calories this thing has?!” “I’d never thought you of all people will be counting calories…” “Me neither! That’s how insane it is!” To be honest I was extremely tempted to try eating the whole thing, but the other side of me, the rational one, screamed at me not to dare. For once I was listening to it. “If you’ll manage to eat it, I’ll… I’ll buy you new jeans!” Becca challenged me. That actually was an interesting proposal. The biggest reason why I didn’t update my wardrobe prior to this was my financial situation. Well, it wasn’t as if I didn’t have any money, but my daily snacks were getting more expensive every few weeks. “Alright, I’ll do it.” Still hesitant I picked up first slice of the cheesecake and took a bite. “Well, cover me in gravy and call me a biscuit! You really did it!” Becca exclaimed in disbelief. I leaned back in my seat and tried to get a bit more comfortable. It was obviously impossible with how much food I just crammed inside of me. My gut was bloated and rested on my thighs. I wanted to say something but the only thing that came out when I opened my mouth was a loud burp. I looked across the table at Becca and blushed. For some reason I couldn’t get the image of Becca covered in gravy out of my head.
  25. Qedrian41

    Harley Quinn Weight Gain

    My friend Lilly, Harleen Quinzel on DeviantArt, https://www.deviantart.com/harieyquinzel has completed a sequel to the Poison Ivy story I posted in a separate thread on this forum. Let us know what you think of it! In a comic style textbox Last time we left off, Ivy was locked up only to be broken out by no other than Harley Quinn. We now join them mid break out! “Hey, how come th’ box gets ta explain what happened an’ not moi?!” Harley explained, somehow knowing about the textbox above her. Ivy running behind her, barely able to keep up and already out of breath shouted back “What are... you... talking... about…?” “The te-..where did it go?” Harley questioned before remembering no one else could break the fourth wall. “Sorry Red… just thought I saw somethin’.” Harley said as she shot an unlucky guard who was in their way with her pop-gun. Ivy, huffing and puffing behind her, covered in sweat and face as red as a tomato, was close to giving up. “Harl, please tell me we aren't too far from the exit now?” “Oh don't worry Red! I got yer car just parked just outside here!” She shouted excitedly while pointing at a nearby door. Before long, they had both managed to make it in the car, driving away to Harley's current hideaway, with Ivy a little worse for wear. “So Red… how did that happen?” Harley quizzed, without taking her eyes off the road. “How did what happen?” Ivy said in a bad attempt to deny her recent weight gain. “That!” Harley said, taking one hand off the steering wheel to poke Ivy's belly for a second, her finger sinking in a bit, before sheepishly taking a good grip back on the wheel. “Well… you see Harl...” Ivy began to get flustered, clearly embarrassed her girlfriend had taken such a notice to her new body and couldn't seem to look past it. Red relax! I don't care! Sometimes plants gro-” Harley burst out laughing at her own terrible joke, unable to finish her sentence. “Harley!” Ivy spat out, unable to see the humor in Harley's joke. “It's not like I like being like this!” As Ivy said this, she picked up her gut and dropped it on her lap, causing her entire torso and thighs to jiggle, for emphasis. “Calm down Red!” Harley said apologetically. “I was just teasin’ ya! It's cuddle fluff! More of ya ta love!” Ivy only grumbled in response. After an hour or so, the terrible twosome had made their way to Harley's house, a big building on Coney Island. Rushing up, Harley left Ivy to make her own way up. Once again drenched in sweat, Ivy finally made her way up to the top floor where Harley stayed in. “I'm low on energy. Have you got anything to eat here Harl?” Harley shouted back where to find the food and to bring her some. While Ivy went about preparing a meal for them both, Harley was talking to her pet beaver, Bernie. “I'm so happy she's back Bern!” Harley squealed. Without moving his burnt mouth, Bernie replied, “Yeah… I heard her coming a mile away.” “Bernie! Don't talk about Ivy like that!” “Talk like what?” Ivy said in her usual seductive voice, managing to walk up behind Harley without her noticing, holding a tray with two heaping bowls of macaroni and cheese, one for each of them. “Oh nothin’, nothin’!” Harley said, suddenly a bit flustered. “So is that fer both of us..?” Ivy smiled politely, finding Harley's flustered behavior cute. “Yeah, I hope you like it.” After about an hour of eating, or in Harley's case, painful stuffing as she had eaten it all to be polite, they had both finished lunch, Harley clutching her incredibly stuffed stomach and Ivy already having gotten hungry again and eating her forth packet of chips. Moaning in pain, Harley set aside her plate before laying back, still clutching her gut, slowly drifted off to sleep, during which Ivy decided to sunbathe for a short time on Harley's roof before going back down. Noticing Harley still fast asleep, Ivy decided to make a phone call. Harley was awoken by her door being knocked on. Getting up, still feeling slightly full from her lunch, she answered it, which to her surprise was a pizza delivery guy. “So I'm guessing you're having yourself a bit of a party ma'am?” He asked while he started to pull out different goodies from his travel bag. “Urm… no? Sorry I didn't order any pizza.” Harley replied, tilting her head a little. A happy, “I did!” came from behind Harley, from Ivy, who was now wearing an ill-fitting dressing gown she had left at Harley's for whenever she was over. “To pay you back for getting me out, don't worry I'll pay....” She said before grabbing the delivery guy by his shirt and slowly kissing him, causing him to fall under her control. “So uhhh… wh-... what can I do for you miss...?” “Ivy will do and you can start by giving us all the food you have in that bag and any more you have outside, as well as the money.” She said, winking at the guy before he walked off in a drunk like fashion, only to return minutes later with more food and a little over $125 in cash. After getting everything set out, there was a total of: 4 pizzas, 1 large bottle of Coke, a tub of ice cream, 2 small boxes of brownies and some garlic bread. Having somehow forgotten the previous lunch, Harley and Ivy dug in. “Ahh, a girl can get used ta this!” Harley exclaimed happily just before taking a bite out of her pizza. After some time, both Harley and Ivy had managed to pass out into a food coma, stuffed beyond their limitations. A couple weeks later “Ivy! Come quick!” Could be heard panicky through the building, before heavy footsteps followed them. “Wha… what… is it… petal?” Ivy asked, bright faced and exhausted from having moved at such a quick pace. “What do ya mean what is it?! My clothes won't come on!” This was true, she was just standing in a very tight bra and panties, with her shorts about half way up her thighs, looking a little stuck and her corset was laying on her bed, the zip broken from being unable to contain Harley's heavy chest. Much to Harley's surprise, Ivy could only smirk. “Red, why are ya smirkin’...? This ain't good!” “Well, maybe not but why not view it like you do with me, cuddle fluff. Being thicker kind of suits you anyway Harl.” “R-really…?” “Yes, peanut.” Ivy said as she walked up to Harley, giving her a hug before placing a hand firmly on her huge ass and jiggling it a bit, causing Harley to blush. “It'll take a lil gettin’ used to if ya want me ta stay like this.” “Well it's not like you'll be catching up to me any time soon.” After this, they both shared a quick kiss before Harley managed to find some more stretchy clothing which still remained a little tight on her. After a little while, Harley decided to take some rubbish out, heading up towards her roof planing to launch it away in her giant catapult she had named the scatapult, but once she got up, she heard a feminine but disguised voice boom from atop the roof entry door. “My my, haven't we been treating ourselves lately.” Turning around to face the voice. “Bratgirl! What are ya doin’ here? Did daddy bat command you?” Making a child like impression of a moody bosses face as she said so. Raising her hands up, Batgirl replied. “Now now Harley, I'm not here to fight…” she jumped down off the entry and began to walk up to Harley. “...yet, we know you're the one who broke out Ivy from Arkham and that you're now harbouring her.” Batgirl jabbed her finger into Harley's chubby chest. “We’re going easy on you for now, if we hear about you or Ivy doing anything else, you. Will. Be. Brought. In!” “Oh will I babybat? Well why don't ya just flllyyyyy awaaaaay back ta yer mucky cave and wait fer me then?!” “This was just a warning Harley, for things to come.” After that, Batgirl grapples directly upwards, entering the batjet, before darting off back towards Gotham. Imminently after this, Harley dashed back towards Ivy, her cleavage bouncing uncontrollably. “Ivy!” She panted. “Batgirl knows I got ya! She said if we do anythin’ she'll take us both in!” Before Ivy could speak, a sound could be heard that was similar to a rope going taunt and then a slightly loud bang as something heavy hit on the wall beside them. “Oh, that's only if we don't get to her first”
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