daz2011

It was the day before Summer break started and you could barely wait to leave. You had finished your geography exam several minutes ago but the professor wouldn't let anyone leave until the end of class. The wait felt like forever but when the lock finally hit 1:15 you nearly jumped out of our seat. You handed in your paper then thanked the professor for a good semester and right when you were about to leave you felt someone tap you on your shoulder. Emily, a classmate of yours, approached you and asked if the two of you could talk in private. Emily was Asian-American, a half inch shorter than you and pretty with dark espresso colored hair. She was wearing quite the dressed up outfit for how warm it was outside but she looked nice on her. She was thin too, only about 130lbs at most with ample features. A bit puzzled you first asked her if she had the right person, after all, the two of you barely spoke. The only time that you can remember talking to this girl recently was when you

I’ve never pretended that I was something most people would consider “A good person.” Not that I’m not trying to be, I just find it difficult to control my desires sometimes. That was especially true the one afternoon I went to the grocery store and saw her in the produce section. I believe she was there with her mother, looking of late high school age, shoulder-length wavy blonde hair, a pink tank top, and some charcoal gray sweatpants. She almost looked as if she was there in her pajamas, but I couldn’t look away. See, this girl was of a rounder figure, that was still sporting an overall hourglass shape, but with a prominent tummy, that kept peeking out from underneath her pink tank top as it rode up, causing her to continually have to pull it back down. She had a round but very cute face, and, contrary to her pajama like attire, her makeup was impeccably done. At one point, she seemed to notice my gaze across the produce section, and, although she did not make direct eye contact

***Sequel to Stuffed, in Becca's POV*** I woke up the next morning in Josh's room, fully clothed, thank goodness. I was in his bed, but pressed against the painted cinder block wall as if I'd spent the night subconsciously avoiding touching him. I flipped to my back, groaning from the stiffness. While I was no longer full, I could feel how bloated I was from the night before. Hearing the shower water running, I assumed it was safe to inspect the damage. I slid off the bed, my jeans still unbuttoned and unzipped. I let my hand find the bottom of my belly as I stood, then looked down. It would certainly take a few days to get rid of the damage. With all the salt from the food, my belly still stuck out a little, heavy and protesting being upright. I sighed and zipped my mid-rise jeans, then sucked it in to button them. They weren't nearly as tight as the night before, but a bulge was still clearly defined in my lower belly as the denim tried to act as a corset. I laid back on Josh's

DISCLAIMER - This is a weight gain fic. If you ain't into it, all power to you, but you're probably gonna want to duck out before we get started. No? Committed? Alright, let's get this bridge burning then. Morning arrived like a roaring dragon. Hannah opened her eyes blearily, before wrenching them shut immediately. Her heart beat was too loud, and the creaking of the house sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She heard a skeleton move, then sensed him pick up a glass of water. He leaned down and poured it into her mouth, and she felt her aides tie brush against her bare skin. He laid her back down, checked on Mel, and stood to the side, letting them go back to sleep. Neither of the friends got up until the sun was starting to dip for the evening, their hangovers subsiding enough that they could string two thoughts together. Both were in their underwear in a bedroom that was lit up by at least 50 spirits that danced and weaved through the air. Three skeletons stood to the side, two

DISCLAIMER - This is a weight gain fic. If you ain't into it, all power to you, but you're probably gonna want to duck out before we get started. No? Committed? Alright, let's get this bridge burning then. Hannah woke slowly, languidly stretching like an old cat as she rolled out of bed. The cold wood flooring sent a shiver up her spine as she brushed a few tousled locks of hair out of her face. Her hair usually looked the colour of baked clay, but in her current state it looked more like someone had bashed a pot over her head. As she went to the bathroom to freshen up and splash some cold water on her face, she passed by the kitchen to light the oven and put some eggs on the stove to boil. A while later a girl exited the bathroom, almost unrecognizable compared to the walking disaster that had gone in. Formerly messy hair combed and put up behind her in a loose ponytail. A washed face and bright green eyes in the place of a drool-covered, half-lidded zombie. Hannah swapped her old