In between bites of my cheeseburger, I was talking about the new game console I’d gotten for Christmas while Anthony munched on his sub. I could tell he was only giving me 80% attention at most. This was typical. In the years I’d known Anthony he never seemed to fail at zoning out. Anthony was about 5’11 with black, medium-length hair that he wore parted. I’d call him trim, but that’d imply
So when he saunters into the bedroom, in nothing but a pair of sweatpants he outgrew a month ago, bearing a couple gallons of cookie dough ice cream and a strawberry milkshake, I’m really not surprised.
“Not tonight, babe,” I protest half-heartedly. “I’m really full.”
It wasn’t a lie. Tuesday night was, as always, our date night. He’d treated me to an all-you-can-eat buffet, and I’d stuffed myself absolutely silly on burgers, pizza, chips, and plenty of dessert. By the end of the night my tight black dress barely contained my swollen belly, and I had to recline the seat in the car to be able to fit comfortably. So of course, I felt much too full to eat anything more. All the same…
I couldn’t let good ice cream go to waste.
“Come on, big girl,” he said, placing the late-night feast on his bedside table. “It’s not m
She frowned as she noticed that she didn't really know anyone else there. And, even worse, she didn't see any guys. It wouldn't be too easy to be social here, but she'd try. To her relief, it wasn't long before a very thin, very pretty girl with red hair came up to Sara and spoke.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Alex!"
Sara smiled and introduced herself. "I'm Sara, nice to meet you!"
"I don't know if this is just me," Alex said, "but, like, it seems like there's not really anyone I know here... I mean, I was invited on sort of a 'friend-of-a-friend' type basis, but I don't know anyone, and I don't really even know who invited me..." She glanced arou
As a toddler, Susie was nothing short of adorable. By the time she could speak, she was greeting every patron with a rosy-cheeked "Hi," and tried to learn the names of as many customers as she could. She was a warm presence. No matter what, she loved you; everyone received equal friendliness from sweet little Sue.
Day by day, Susie Lynn would shout hello at each and every customer through a mouthful of her father's pastries, giggling and telling jokes and making faces. She w
Her family lived next-door to my grandparents, which is very fortunate in hindsight. Had she not lived exactly where she lived, I likely never would have met her, which is a scary thought considering how important a part she's played in my life just recently. Back then, though, she was only a minor character in the narrative of my existence. My grandmother, a socialite despite her old age, would often have Harper's mother over for coffee in the mornings while they were both out working in their respective gardens, or over for lunch on some of the more quiet holidays. If that happened while my grandmother was babysitting me, I'd get to play with little Harper. Sometimes, my grandma would even get to babysit both of us at the same time, which always resulted in hours of uninterrupted play.
We'd often sneak off into the "woods" behind Harper's house—hardly more
Sam had left the music festival about an hour ago and was barreling down the empty highway, going about 85. The headlights of his car illuminated most of the dark but straight pavement before him, trees hugging both sides of the road tightly, stars twinkling just above the tallest branches. He still had about an hour still before he got home, but time didn’t matter to him. The electronic music festival that Sam had left behind was one of the most mind-blowing and fun adventures he had ever gone on, and he was so happy that he could spend his 22nd birthday there. It took up a football field-sized clearing in the middle of the woods with five alternating stages hosting too many DJs to count, spanning a four day weekend. It was a raver’s paradise, even for an inexperienced, casual listener like Sam, and he had made many new friends
However, the meals were apparently not made for just one person, but that never stopped Kim from completely gorging herself, eating the entire meal in one go, without fail, every single night. The first few days, she had barely been able to get up from the table, her stomach bulging out
The Undercover Gain Agency operates in secrecy, but still manages to get quite a few more calls than one might think. With branches all over the nation, one would likely be surprised to learn just how many crooks, perverts, pranksters and revenge-seekers call the hotline of this veritable urban legend on a daily basis. Not all commissions are accepted, but this one gladly was. The target was a woman named Hannah.
Hannah was already a bit thick, but she wasn't fat. At age twenty three, she was plump in detail alone; the young lady sported a soft dollop of tummy and a pair of wobbly thighs, along with a flabby butt and breasts on the large side. However, she wasn't exceptionally large looking. She had all of the components of a chubby girl, and they somehow added up to a body that was very flabby and not quite so fat. Hannah's weight bobbed just below the two hundred pound mark, and yet this jiggly little lady had the muffin top, the little gut, the love handl
Vicki was troubled by the pressing fullness of her own belly. Each step down the hall unsettled it a little more, rustling the uncomfortable cocktail of donuts, coffee and various breakfast foods that was responsible for its visible distention. She had to slow down, lest she end up like... well...
Seriously. It was everyone. Sure, the freshmen from period one didn't exactly radiate health, but most of them weren't quite fat. The juniors from her last class, though? Vicki had never seen so much human body mass in one room. Some were much bigger than others, but surely none of them were thin enough to walk out of a doctor's office without a lecture. Their eating habits were especially troubling; the vast majority of them ate throughout the entire class, and their voracity was really, really impressive. There was a troubling consistency to Beaumont's overeating problem, and it troubled Vic
The UGA's code of conduct is simply this: if you've got the cash for it, they'll have your target pushing morbid obesity before you know it. But if they feel your target deserves it, they just may give you a discount. This applied to Julia's case notably: a charming retail employee with a surprisingly bitter hobby.
Julia worked in one of those rare stores that was specifically intended for the outfitting of women who
Tearing off the packaging, I laid out the fitted white long-sleeve t-shirt and snug black leggings on the bed. Eager to get started, I read over the instructions:
"Slip on the clothing, making sure everything is adjusted correctly. The clothes will shape themselves to your frame and grow as you do. As with all weight gain, you must eat for it to occur. Even small snacks will cause growth, but for best results consume large amounts. The more you wear the clothes, the more you will grow. Any and all weight gain achieved with these enchanted garments cannot be reversed by any means (including magic), so be sure this is the right path for
The alarm clock screeched to life right beside Jimmy's ear, causing him to jerk awake and groan before slamming his hand into the top of the device, something so habitual he could do it with his eyes closed. He groggily hoisted his legs around and sat on the edge of his soft bed, dragging the warm fleece blankets about him like a cloak in the chilled air. "Just another stupid day…" he mumbled as he lurched forward off the bed and started to stumble towards his door in the early-morning dark.
It wasn't just another stupid day for Jimmy though, he knew it already. His five foot nine frame felt weighed down, heavier. He felt more uncomfortable with each step he took, not being able to exactly place why, sleep still clogging his brain.
As he slowly made his way towards the bathroom at the end of the hall, guided over the old carpet floor by the pre-dawn light, he began to really wake up. He rubbed his eyes, picked an unu
"Can I take more than one?" Amanda had asked Jenny at the front desk. "For, uh... the students, of course."
"They're free for everyone," Jenny spat at the rotund teacher through a mouthful of custard filling. "Celebrating the new student teachers. Feel free to take a couple." The office's resident blob dusted some crumbs off of her black shirt, but failed to remove any of the powdered sugar that frosted her bosom. T
Breakfast: Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, french toast, sausages.
Lunch: Hamburgers, hotdogs, french fries, ramen noodles, onion rings, mozzarella sticks.
Dinner: Steak, and anything on the lunch menu.
Drinks: Whole milk, soda.
It was either eat the new foods or dont eat anything at all. So they ate.
So after 3 days of these foods the girls started to grow
Samantha: My uniform wont zip up!
Debbie: Neither will mine.
Samantha and Debbie were on the cheer team. Always in fit condition. At least they were before they started serving the food.
Debbie: Let me help.
Debbie pulled on Samanthas zipper to no avail. It wouldnt zip.
Samantha: Why wont it zip up!
Debbie: Maybe it shrunk.
Samantha: Yeah that must be it. Cmon lets go get new uniforms.