A Southern Story: Tori's RealizationOh, hey.A Southern Story: Tori's Realization by bob123456789123
Ah, nothing much, I just figured, you know. It's a nice day to do some sunbathing, better not waste it. What's up with you? How you been?
Ah, good for you, glad to see SOMEBODY'S been having a good time recently. . .
Ah, no, no, it's nothing big, I've just been having a rough time the past few months.
You probably heard by now, right? Well. . . It's true, I broke 200 pounds. That's old news, though.
You want to know about the most RECENT kick in my super-sized ass? Well. . . Eh, screw it, it's not like you won't hear it from someone else anyway.
I went to the doctor the other day, already knowing I was over 200, I'd weighed myself a few weeks before, and I was something like 202. That was bad, you know, I had a whole “OH MY GOD I BROKE 200!' thing. Elizabeth being Elizabeth, she had to mess with me, throw me a party to celebrate my being fat, but honestly, I kind of chalked it up to, I dunno, natural weight fluctuations or something, but what that doctor was tellin
For Foodies, Feedists and Fat-LoversNow that I've got the attention of my target audience, I'm excited to announce two promising collaborations with my favorite WG author, adephagian. You might recognize that name as the co-author of one of my most popular stories, The Fridge.For Foodies, Feedists and Fat-Lovers by ObeseQueen
Our first announcement is a collaborative series of stories about two gentle, food-obsessed stoner chicks named Melanie and Cheryl. There are five parts so far, but we expect there will be many more, as we document their happy descent into total self-indulgence and the aftermath of their weight gain.
Melanie, Part One: Shopping Day
Test pieceAll of a sudden, the girls became very hungry. Luckily, their family was very rich, so they had 5 fridges worth of treats. The girls ran down the stairs with thumps, due to their new weight. They got to the fridge, and began their massive binge. They ate and ate and ate for 5 hours. Buttons flew off, but the girls were still in a trance. How much did each girl gain?Test piece by full-time-fat-girl
Once they had finally stopped growing, the girls began to calm down. It was Danica who spoke first, swallowing as she tried to sit up. Her bloated gut pressed down against her thighs, and she bit her lower lip hard to stop herself from flying back into a panic. Her friends were suffering just as much, poor Mary's blouse was left in tatters either side of her expanded stomach, and Sam was struggling to undo the front of her skirt to stop the waistband from digging in so tightly to her thicker waist.
"Okay," Danica murmured, "Okay. We can't panic," she explained, trying to stand up without touching the
The Melting PointI. DRESS CODEThe Melting Point by ObeseQueen
It's been another long and rather grueling Friday at work, but I'm riding on an adrenaline rush as I pull into our driveway. I've been planning tonight's surprise all week, and everything seems to be coming together perfectly.
When I walk in the door, there's my beautiful girl lounging on the couch, listening to her iPod and blowing on her freshly polished fingernails to dry them. The table is littered with wrappers from chocolate bars and snack cakes. She gives me a coy smile.
I gently tug out the earbuds and kiss her cheek. "Hey, gorgeous. I missed you today."
"I missed you too, baby ... what's in the bag?"
"Didn't I tell you we're going out for dinner?" I ask innocently.
She raises an eyebrow. "You most certainly did not."
"Oh! Well, we are, and I can't have you going out wearing that, can I?"
She sits up a bit straighter, and we both look down at her silky nightie. It's undeniably snug, with smears of chocolate milkshake around her cleavage, and her soft, sag
Super Sized Glutton BusterSuper Sized Glutton BusterSuper Sized Glutton Buster by weightwritethere
My feet were killing me, of all the times I had to lure a demon into false security it had to be now. Names Cyric Bachman, professional inter-dimensional demon hunter extraordinaire, its my job to hunt demons where ever they maybe. Not matter what dimension they are in, I will find them and I will kill them as long as there is a price put on their head. What? A guy's got to make a living somehow! Today I was sent to defeat a special kind of demon called a beacon demon. They're easy enough, until they do their job. Failure to kill such beings will result in a massive demonic invasion. Yeah, it's scary. However, while doing my job, it seemed that two demons found me out. I bolted from wherever I was and was heading for a dead end.
"Oh all the things to get caught up in I had to get caught up in this," I said and mimicked the tone of a crying man.
"You sure are pathetic for a demon hunter," One of the two demons who were chasing me laughed.
"I just don't want to
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