Powers and Abilities
Personality and Relationships
Judging from the fact that it was bluish meant that it was either magical or from the far reaches of outer space. Her first guess was correct as a slim, but curvy sorceress appeared. Her body was decked with a two piece outfit which resembled a bra and long skirt combo. Yet, they we
"My goodness," she said to herself, "If I have to spend another hour, I'll starve!" Linda honked her horn, and joined the others. But that was not before she found a small opening at a random hotel, and she quickly drove in. Recognizing the logo in the bright wall, she knew that she could finally reach her destination in time: a trendy club only she and her esteemed colleagues knew about. But alas, her tired body wouldn't allow it, even if she was awake. She couldn't make it to the club, regrettably. Still, as long as her body could function, she was golden.
Linda, dressed in almost business attire, struggled to keep herself up while approaching the front
Well, almost all of the crew.
“Samara, are you sure you don’t want to come on world with us?” Shepard, the coffee haired female commander of the Normandy and ‘Savior of the Galaxy’ asked her Asari Justicar companion.
Samara was an ancient and powerful Asari, her icy eyes were closed in concentration as she meditated. Her supple, curvaceous blue body was covered by a jump suit type uniform with a split from the cleavage to the naval, high
"Well," said a svelte woman, "Tell me what you see."
Tammy examined the woman, and found her form to be amazing. It was like the swimsuit she had on was made for her, showing a neatly trimmed lady, who could've starred on anything she wanted. She even had men waiting her, hand and foot. Her brown hair also added to her radiance as it was not too short, nor too long in either aspect. The woman sighed, and turned around to show off her backside. Again, simply divine by Tammy's regulations. The woman shrugged, and held up some pills.
"You want to keep yourself looking like me? Then, take these pills."
Tammy smirked, and took three of them. As she was only visualizing the reward ahead, she decided to wolf down three at the same time. Unbeknownst to her, a large majority of women on the beach were massively overweight--except the one standing before her. Tammy then went
"I can't believe it! We actually made it!" an excited Gabbie clamored.
"You weren't interested in coming here before!" her friend Nikki said. "All you cared about was the cinema building."
Gabbie was 5'3", moderately short, and a well toned 124 lbs. She wore a midriff top, with a bright white color, and wore it with shorts, mainly to show off her firm rear. She even had long legs to prove it. Gabbie's hairdo was a classic dual pigtail style. It made her look firendly.
Nikki, on the other hand, was not as fit. She was a gamer, and a major league one. She had blue hair, with a black gradient. She oftne wore clothing that covered her body, which gave her a somewhat mechanical look. Her baggy black pants were decorated with three horizontal whit
A little backstory, this young lady was a former athlete and had quite a toned and tight figure. At her peak, she was about 125-130 lbs on a 5’5” frame. Tight waist, and a big bubble that you would expect on a soccer player.
Fast forward a bit and her weight has yo-yo’d quite a bit over the last several years, with her settling comfortably (or uncomfortably) into a round, out of shape, young woman.
Recently, it’s gotten so bad that even her “fat pants” no longer really fit, as she’s cruised comfortably into double digit sizes. Every single pair of jeans she wears requires a herculean effort to get into, with a resultant thick muffin top and soft belly flaring out over the top. That of course only happens with the jeans that she manages to get over her thighs, as the sedentary life has caused her to take on quite a pear shape.
She’s mentioned recently that her weight is absolutel
So my then GF and I were in college and she was in the middle of a particularly stressful semester. Despite doing well, classes were still overwhelming her from a stand point of stress. Whenever she would stress out, she would usually turn to grazing. Late night bowls of Tostitos Salsa Con Queso paired with two cans of Coca Cola were usually her favorite.
Now, when we first started dating, she was quite “traditionally” attractive. She was 5’5”, 125 pounds, with a modest, yet proportional 34 B. She had a slim waist and a nice full bubble butt. At that point, you might even consider her slightly bottom heavy, but just perfectly so. She was extraordinarily pretty as well, with crystal clear skin and auburn color hair. She also never exercised and would often eat whatever she wanted. To say she was a “natural beauty” couldn’t
It’s Freshers week at uni. There are what seems like hundreds of stands for various clubs, courses and sports, and a whole lot of students milling around, laughing, joking, everyone seems to know everyone else.
“I don’t know anyone” thinks Leah. She’s a slim girl but with well defined curves. Extremely attractive with her dark hair, dark eyes and olive skin, she could easily be mistaken for an Italian. She’s around 5’7” and looks timeless and classic in her platform black heels teamed with skinny jeans, white t-shirt and floaty scarf. But she comes from a small town, and has arrived at university not knowing anyone, and is feeling pretty lost and confused.
Just then, one stall catches her eye. It has the words Phi Alpha Tau written above on a bright pink banner. It seems to be getting a lot of attention from the female students. Leah cautiously a
Nastassia looked over at her roommate’s bureau. She always hated that picture from freshman year. She was 20 pounds heavier after a few months of dining hall food, late nights, and long parties. It brought back thoughts of a softening mid-section and an entire wardrobe full of clothes that were either too tight, or didn’t fit at all. What compounded things was how podgy she looked next to her beautiful roommate, Laura.
“Gross,” Nastassia muttered to herself, seeing a bowl of finished salsa con queso sitting next to the picture on the bureau. “She never cleans up after herself.”
That wasn’t just the only thing littering the room. Nastassia walked across the room, her thin 5’9” frame moved gracefully towards Laura’s desk, grabbing three empty cans of Coca Cola Classic and throwing them in the garbage bin.
Once upon a time they were your average plump and pretty mid-western twins. They were indistinguishable and inseparable until they got to high school, nobody was quite sure how it began but a bitter rivalry soon drove them apart. When Christi became an avid bookworm and Debra a party animal, the best explanation their friends could come up with was the old twin curse of wanting to be as radically different from each other as possible. At graduation, they both filled out their robes quite nicely at about 185 lb
Somewhere deep in the Amazon…
The researcher and explorer, Kiri Thorne, was delving deep into the jungle, looking to find new species of plants and possibly animals. With her, was her shy assistant, Dahlia. Exploring a part of the endless jungle that had never been touched before came as exciting for the adventurer, but not for her pack mule assistant. “Hey, Miss Thorne? I think we should take a break…Miss Thorne? The young woman, only 19 years old, could barely hear her as she scaled a tree nearby, startling a toucan. “Take a break? Come on, we’re almost to the new area!” Kiri suddenly landed back on her feet in front of Dahlia, scaring her. It was a bit of an overstatement to say Kiri had an Amazon build, but she did. She was 6’5” with a trim slightly muscular body, with voluptuous features such as large, proportionate breasts and shapely hips. Dahlia, as you could’ve guessed, was m
And then you tuck him in. Helen Parr walked over to her baby Jack Jacks crib and pulled the sheets up to his sleeping chin. Normally if only members of her family had been pr
“Man, I can’t get over how fat Jessica Simpson is getting,” uttered a pretty young brunette, flipping through the pages of the most recent US Weekly.
“Well, didn’t she just have a baby?” replied a concerned, bottom heavy blond.
“Still, she looks awful. I hope I never get fat like that,” replied the brunette.
Lexi could never imagine getting fat. She had been the same size for most of her adult life. While she was once a victim of the dreaded freshman 15, however, she managed
AN: Warning, this story serves as a sequl to my previous story Elastibed. As you might guess this means it contains massive amounts of weight gain, immobility, and bad girls managing to turn superheroines into helpless lumps of lard. If you don't go for that kind of thing then don't read on.
Lilith, princess of the demonic realm slowly sneaked into her sisters bedroom a wicked smile upon her face.
Her elder sibling Morrigan had been absolutely insufferable since her last visit to the human realm, chiefly because of the trophy/toy that she had brought back with her. It didn't surprise Lilith that her sister had refused to share, in her place she also would have wanted to keep her newest treasure all to herself.
Of course she was equally sure that Morrigan wouldn't have batted an eyelash at the possibility of sneaking some private time with a possession that was suppose to belong solely to her younger sister, so Lilith felt not
Jenna needed an art class for high school to fill her fine art requirement. She couldnt draw, so Art 101 was out of the question. She never played an instrument before nor cant she sing, so Band and Chorus was out of the way. So the dark haired, tan and slim girl had one last choice on the list: Computer Arts.
The class primarily taught about how art is created with using computer technology and all that. Everything from creating it on the Mac in class to printing it on the old printing press. It was a hassle for someone for Jenna, a constant texter and anonymous blogger. She barely even used the laptop she has at home. Luckily, the teacher made everything a lot simpler when he taught the instructions in class. A weirdo for sure, an old guy with white hair and wrinkles, but hes had a long experience
The mother of Courtney Van Haders leaned away from the sink, peeking out into the hallway just as her daughter closed the garage door behind her. She was only able to catch a glimpse of the younger woman's long, curly chocolate-brown hair. She heaved out a deep sigh.
Her beloved child was more than halfway through her junior year in college already. It wouldn't be too much longer before she would graduate, find herself a nice little job, and eventually move out of the house. The last thing she wanted was for her daughter, the oldest of her three children, to have to leave the family home. She wasn't always around at home to watch the boys or to take care of the house, and Courtney proved ample help in that regard as well. The money obtained from both her (the mother's) work and her husband's was more than enough to provide for Courtney and her two younger brothers Jacob and Steven. Courtney didn't need to
The perpetual silence that filled the small room was shattered as a tiny belch passed through the overstuffed woman's lips. The once-clean, carpeted floor was now covered with a massive pile-up of torn wrappers, empty plastic bags, dirty plates and a multitude of tiny crumbs. The small wooden table in the center of the room was practically buried underneath a mountain of pizza boxes and soda cans. There was another small burp, followed by an explosive fart that slowly died down into a series of quiet bubbling poofs. Our weary red-haired glutton was lying nearby on the ground with her arms and legs outstretched, and her incredibly rotund gut hanging out in front of her.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." the woman moaned in agony, her emerald-green eyes forced to squint due to her puffy red cheeks, "I think I...urp...I think I...uuuurrrrrrrp...I think I ate too much food...ugh...burrrp..."
Slowly, weakly, the woman stretched out her left arm over towards her protruding belly, and placed her hand u