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    The night hours of a rather empty apartment found a woman named Kristella Martins in front of an odd woman cloaked in green robes. The odd woman kept wearing such an odd smile on her face, suggesting she was making herself laugh with silly thoughts. Kristella chuckled at the silence in the area.
    "Okay, I still have no idea why you're here."
    "You're the one who called me for a private magic lesson. I'd grant you powerful magic for free, though."
    Kristella batted her blue eyes. However, despite her clear, tan skin, large breasts, and softened thighs to match her slim hourglass form, Kristella was street smart. To her, something offered for free was never good, unless it was in a store. She shook her head, and pulled out a purse.
    "I'd rather pay you--"
    The odd woman cringed. Kristella drew a curious expression on her face.
    "I don't get it. Don't you want $1,000? Isn't that how much you charge

Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction and depicts women deliberately overeating and becoming fatter.
According to the scale, Lisa had gained another pound, bringing her net loss down to seven. This was especially frustrating because she had actually managed to do well that week. On no more than two days did she surpass her allotted points, and then only by a few. She doubted the others at the group weight-loss meeting believed her when she said so. She didn’t believe others when they said the same. She was a short Italian woman with long black hair, a bottom-heavy figure, a double-chin, and had been going to ThinPoint meetings for about two months. Although she had some initial success, she had hit a plateau and was now she feared that any week now she could be back up above the dreaded “300 pounds.”
The group was mostly women, fluctuating around fifteen participants plus the facilitator, a paid ThinPoint staff member. Lisa was somewhere around the

    “Wake up, Courtney!” A voice called up to the young girl slumbering in her bed, only to be awaked by her mother calling her down, “It’s time to get ready for your first day at Kindergarten!”
    Courtney Kolaire rose from her bed slowly, stretching her young, four-year-old body, ready to wake up. Sliding out of bed, she revealed her tank top and pajama pants that she always wore to bed. She was pretty short for her age, reaching barely two feet tall. She was a natural fiery redhead, often done up in two ponytails, but as for now her hair reached all the way to her shoulders. She shuffled downstairs, making her way to the kitchen where she knew breakfast would be waiting for her.
    Upon reaching the table, Courtney expectantly waited for her favorite cereal to be served by her mom, It consisted of several small, chocolate squares, each square a different chocolate flavor ranging from White to Dark Chocolate, and everythin