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The shining Broadway lights glitter like tinsel as posters for “Chorus Line”, “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”, “Tony Villante: The Musical”. “H.M.S Pinafore”, “Beauty & The Beast (Black Version)”, “Shrek: The Musical”, and Cats (NO, NOT THAT MOVIE)” were hung up everywhere on billboards and on the walls as hundreds of people gathered for the newest release to come onto the stage. You had front row tickets for a production that would, as the critics put it, change your entire life. The play was called “Second Helping Of Song” and starred a crew of nobodies you have never heard of. They probably had a long IMDB page however. “This is it.” The director of this play gently pulled open the curtains to see a full house. “This is what I have been dreaming of ever since I taught drama club back at my school.” The director had a beret, circular red glasses, and a black turtleneck sweater. “PLACES, PEOPLE! THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO START! THE WORLD WILL SOON KNOW THE NAME OF HEINZ GUNTHER!”

Themes: female WG, slim to BBW, fit to Fat, Feeding, Dining, Stuffing, Office WG, “Circumstances” WG, Acceptance, Indulgent, Lazy, Dominant, Outgrown clothes, Luxury \ Paradise, Spoiling \ Pampering This is a weight gain story, do not read if it is not your thing. The weight continued to flow in. Lara was fairly aware of it those days. All she had to do was stand in front of the mirror to see the consequences of the sweet life. It was very noticeable on her not so long ago very thin frame. She had already gotten used to having a tummy, although she was not sure if it was ever that prominent and well-padded before. Same with the flab that was beginning to spread down her hips and up around her waist. She wasn't exactly thrilled to discover that her softer and more voluminous thighs started to rub against each other, but she had little doubt she would soon get used to it as well. All in all, between the workloads she was pulling off during the day and the heaping loads of food

*December 31st, Sunday* 120 days since capture... "Hey piggy, you hungry? Silly question, of course you are", Vanessa laughed, "oh my goodness Sienna, these are getting tight already", she said as she pinged the waistband of her size 14 pyjama shorts off her belly causing it to wobble gently. Sienna's clothes being too tight was a common sight, probably only about 20% of the time she'd actually be wearing something that fit her, she just out grew everything so fast, and Vanessa loved it. Sienna had shot way past being chubby and was now officially a fat girl, with her BMI well into the obese range, her ass was huge and her thighs were now substantially bigger than her waist used to be, her arms were thick with flab and her face had really rounded out despite only having a slight double chin from certain angles. The only positive to her enormous weight gain was how much her breasts had grown, she had gone up 4 cup sizes to an F. As much as she wanted to be happy about her boobs, she

“God no! I’m so stuffed! I can’t hold anymore!” Amy pleaded. “Oh a big girl like you can easily hold more!” Heather tried to encourage. Amy groaned in protest as did her belly. “Ok. I’ll be back. But when I come back you better be ready to eat.” Heather warned as she rolled the cart out. Heather left the house to go pick up a few supplies from the store. Hours later Heather brought three armfuls of groceries into the house along with something mysterious that she placed in her closet. Walking into Amy’s room she found her still sprawled out. Belly deflated looking as if it had finally digested everything. “Now, is my fat princess hungry?” Heather came and sat beside Amy rubbing her belly. “No! Mom seriously. This time, I’m good. Too full still.” Amy protested with a groan and a big burp. “Are you sure there’s no room left?” Heather playfully poked Amy’s belly, which jiggled a tad. Amy squeezed her lips shut and turned her head. “Ok sweetie. Well, then you give me no

At the end of June, Owen, Dana, Frank, Penny and Holly went on vacation together. Dana had gained up to 260 pounds by that time and was only 48 pounds lighter than the 309-pounds Owen. This is despite the fact that she was half of feet shorter In addition, Owen continued to go to the gym and it gave results. Yes, he still had a massive belly, but at the same time his arms, shoulders, chest and back were quite muscular. Dana, on the contrary, became lazier and more sluggish with weight gain. She was as weak as a kitten and as soft as jelly. When they were going somewhere, Owen had to stop to wait for his fat girl. He was only glad of these changes. Against Dana's background, he didn't seem so flabby. More importantly, he liked to caress the fats of his beloved, play with her breasts and tummy, slap on her thick ass and crumple fat on her huge thighs. Dana's legs were now rubbing against each other when walking so intensely that it seemed they could ignite a fire. Penny was also happy

Luna was having more trouble adjusting to life here than she’d expected when she’d first moved East to help her cousin out. She’d visited her Aunt here as a kid, but things had changed comically, and that change stemmed from one place: her new employer. Hippo Dome was a bustling fast food joint, smelling of grease and sweat at all times. Wheezing patrons and workers waddled languidly, handling piles of greasy fast food, shining with calories. The Roman theme leaned into the hedonism of fast food more than Luna imagined possible. But this was the only place Luna’s cousin could pull on connections. Her blue hair and nose piercing made Luna nervous about interviews, so an expedited process excited her. Until she got there, and that blue hair was bogged down with airborne grease, that was. “Can I pull you aside?” Shift supervisor Jenny was a tall Asian woman, whose rotund gut was so disproportionately large that Luna had been convinced she was pregnant. Who’d suspect that beach ball

SSBBW, Romance, Imagery, ~XWG Ussbbw; ssbbw; immobility; weight gain; struggle; fat; wg; romance; imagery CHAPTER 8 Mrs. Steinfeld Perspective May 29, 2011 The sound of raucous laughter filled the living room as Mrs. Steinfeld tried her best to smile and look happy. She saw her daughter Zoe pouting in the corner, and it pained her to know that whenever her two daughters got together one or both of them became upset. Mrs. Steinfeld tried to remember what wedding showers were like back in her day. She remembered attending a few of them, but the details escaped her. One thing she knew for certain: those showers were nothing like this. She didn't know what she found more scandalous: all the sex-themed gifts or the gratuitous amounts of food being served. I guess girls will be girls, she thought, as she saw Franny and her friends scream with laughter at the latest gift: edible underwear. And these underwear were quite a sight. They looked like they might fit Franny since they were made