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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