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Poor girl. Where'd that bikini body go? As you prepare for another summer vacation, trying on all your old swimwear, isn't it sad to see that none of it fits quite like it used to?
High school was great. Lots of boys liked you. You were thin, but your boobs had grown in a bit early, and that full chest was like catnip for horny teens. Other girls were jealous of your slender, busty form, your tight ass and your thigh gap. Back then, a fit body translated to a lot of power among your peers; power which, I'm sorry to say, is no longer yours.
Look at you! Look what college has done to your figure!
The freshman fifteen struck you like lightning, didn't it? Fast food and junk food, day in and day out. You didn't miss mommy's cooking until the first pair of jeans didn't fit. You figured it was a phase, that you'd shake it off by summer break. And then, before you knew it, your sweatpants were the only thing you could hike up over your wobbly thighs and squishy butt each morning. Hell, even packing those creamy cushions into your own panties was a challenge.
Whatever. You shrugged that off too. But no matter how much you didn't want to admit it to yourself, your friends certainly noticed the extra jiggle in your cheeks as they swayed around beneath ill-fitting sweats. And even then, the junk in your proverbial trunk hardly held a candle to your disgustingly engorged belly. Remember when your belly was flat? How foreign that must seem now, now that it's long passed your breasts in the race out in front of you. Fast food made the butt and parties built the belly. You soaked up booze like a sponge on Friday nights, and your tummy took the brunt of the force. You looked so silly, a skinny little girl with such a big, jiggling gut. You may have put on some unflattering weight elsewhere too, but the beer belly stole the show.
You were patient in your wait for that little phase to end. You knew it would come. In fact, you were so certain that you would just magically return to your previous state of being effortlessly skinny that you never felt the need to put any effort in to get back to it. I mean, you'd never had to try before, right?
Wrong. The semester ended and mommy and daddy's precious daughter had to confront them with a bouncing beer belly dangling right in their faces. And even back home for the summer, back in a world where mommy could feed you healthy meals, you still managed to pack on more and more cargo. It was such a surprise at the time. Still, one would be pressed to see any reason why it wasn't your own fault. You kept eating out with friends, you kept raiding the fridge, you kept being lazy and you kept ignoring the growing tightness of your own clothes. Mommy's cooking won't help you if you skip dinner to hit McDonald's with the other girls; you did that almost every night.
Speaking of your friends, weren't they getting fat too? Softening up, these ex-cheerleaders had all let themselves go. They'd all gotten hit by the fifteen. I suppose that's why you never felt like the fat friend; none of them were skinny anymore either. Still, if you'd payed attention as you shoveled one Big Mac after another into your makeup-slathered face, you'd have noticed you were always the fattest one there. Your belly took up more space on your water-balloon thighs than any of the other girls. You were the greediest and the laziest, and it was showing all over your body.
The bigger you got, the worse it looked. Some people's fat packs on firmly, but yours was just so loose and soft. As unflattering as possible. Absolutely no tone or shape to any of it, sans some roundness in your face and your gut. You weren't curvy; you were chunky, jiggly, covered in cellulite. Your boobs, which had seemed huge when you were skinny, had hardly grown at all; now they seemed small as they were parked on top of your big, pillowy belly.
If any of those shallow high school boys you'd used to date saw you now, they'd either laugh their asses off or puke. The ones who'd fucked you would feel cheated, and the ones who had broken up with you would feel satisfied with their decisions. Those boys remembered you as you once were, a piece of eye candy with a personality that seemed to run just about as deep as that very label. Now that you'd lost the "eye candy" title, you seemed to have been stripped bare.
You were so thin once. Where did it all go? When did your sexy, Barbie-doll figure melt away into the sloshy, jiggly body you live in now? As you sit there, fat ass hogging up the couch, warm belly spilling over your chubby legs, flabby arms fluttering as you pick up the TV remote, do you even care? You're not quite obese yet, but I know you'll get there in due time. You've lost the one thing you used to be proud of, and now you're too wrapped up in denial to try to get it back. As you rub your aching beer belly, you don't think of it as anything more than a phase that's yet to pass. You don't realize that no shirt will hide that tummy; no makeup will hide that second chin. At this rate, a third one might be on its way.
Poor girl, I'm afraid the extra weight is here to stay. And if you keep moving at this rate (that is, not moving at all), you're only going to continue to expand. You'll grow and grow, getting fatter and fatter, gaining weight until you're so comically obese that every reality TV show fights mercilessly for the sole right to film your gluttonous existence as you flounder clumsily around in your own body mass, eating, sleeping and consuming entertainment with the weight of six people attached to each action. One day, you'll get there, little piggy. But in the meantime, the beer belly, the bingo wings, the thunder thighs, the saddlebags; this ungainly, chunky, human body is yours. It's yours to fill with copious amounts of food, to decline moving with at any opportunity and to drag off to bed each night to masturbate it and fall asleep beneath its weight.
You poor pig... You've gotten fat. You've gotten really fat, and you've earned every last pound of it.
High school was great. Lots of boys liked you. You were thin, but your boobs had grown in a bit early, and that full chest was like catnip for horny teens. Other girls were jealous of your slender, busty form, your tight ass and your thigh gap. Back then, a fit body translated to a lot of power among your peers; power which, I'm sorry to say, is no longer yours.
Look at you! Look what college has done to your figure!
The freshman fifteen struck you like lightning, didn't it? Fast food and junk food, day in and day out. You didn't miss mommy's cooking until the first pair of jeans didn't fit. You figured it was a phase, that you'd shake it off by summer break. And then, before you knew it, your sweatpants were the only thing you could hike up over your wobbly thighs and squishy butt each morning. Hell, even packing those creamy cushions into your own panties was a challenge.
Whatever. You shrugged that off too. But no matter how much you didn't want to admit it to yourself, your friends certainly noticed the extra jiggle in your cheeks as they swayed around beneath ill-fitting sweats. And even then, the junk in your proverbial trunk hardly held a candle to your disgustingly engorged belly. Remember when your belly was flat? How foreign that must seem now, now that it's long passed your breasts in the race out in front of you. Fast food made the butt and parties built the belly. You soaked up booze like a sponge on Friday nights, and your tummy took the brunt of the force. You looked so silly, a skinny little girl with such a big, jiggling gut. You may have put on some unflattering weight elsewhere too, but the beer belly stole the show.
You were patient in your wait for that little phase to end. You knew it would come. In fact, you were so certain that you would just magically return to your previous state of being effortlessly skinny that you never felt the need to put any effort in to get back to it. I mean, you'd never had to try before, right?
Wrong. The semester ended and mommy and daddy's precious daughter had to confront them with a bouncing beer belly dangling right in their faces. And even back home for the summer, back in a world where mommy could feed you healthy meals, you still managed to pack on more and more cargo. It was such a surprise at the time. Still, one would be pressed to see any reason why it wasn't your own fault. You kept eating out with friends, you kept raiding the fridge, you kept being lazy and you kept ignoring the growing tightness of your own clothes. Mommy's cooking won't help you if you skip dinner to hit McDonald's with the other girls; you did that almost every night.
Speaking of your friends, weren't they getting fat too? Softening up, these ex-cheerleaders had all let themselves go. They'd all gotten hit by the fifteen. I suppose that's why you never felt like the fat friend; none of them were skinny anymore either. Still, if you'd payed attention as you shoveled one Big Mac after another into your makeup-slathered face, you'd have noticed you were always the fattest one there. Your belly took up more space on your water-balloon thighs than any of the other girls. You were the greediest and the laziest, and it was showing all over your body.
The bigger you got, the worse it looked. Some people's fat packs on firmly, but yours was just so loose and soft. As unflattering as possible. Absolutely no tone or shape to any of it, sans some roundness in your face and your gut. You weren't curvy; you were chunky, jiggly, covered in cellulite. Your boobs, which had seemed huge when you were skinny, had hardly grown at all; now they seemed small as they were parked on top of your big, pillowy belly.
If any of those shallow high school boys you'd used to date saw you now, they'd either laugh their asses off or puke. The ones who'd fucked you would feel cheated, and the ones who had broken up with you would feel satisfied with their decisions. Those boys remembered you as you once were, a piece of eye candy with a personality that seemed to run just about as deep as that very label. Now that you'd lost the "eye candy" title, you seemed to have been stripped bare.
You were so thin once. Where did it all go? When did your sexy, Barbie-doll figure melt away into the sloshy, jiggly body you live in now? As you sit there, fat ass hogging up the couch, warm belly spilling over your chubby legs, flabby arms fluttering as you pick up the TV remote, do you even care? You're not quite obese yet, but I know you'll get there in due time. You've lost the one thing you used to be proud of, and now you're too wrapped up in denial to try to get it back. As you rub your aching beer belly, you don't think of it as anything more than a phase that's yet to pass. You don't realize that no shirt will hide that tummy; no makeup will hide that second chin. At this rate, a third one might be on its way.
Poor girl, I'm afraid the extra weight is here to stay. And if you keep moving at this rate (that is, not moving at all), you're only going to continue to expand. You'll grow and grow, getting fatter and fatter, gaining weight until you're so comically obese that every reality TV show fights mercilessly for the sole right to film your gluttonous existence as you flounder clumsily around in your own body mass, eating, sleeping and consuming entertainment with the weight of six people attached to each action. One day, you'll get there, little piggy. But in the meantime, the beer belly, the bingo wings, the thunder thighs, the saddlebags; this ungainly, chunky, human body is yours. It's yours to fill with copious amounts of food, to decline moving with at any opportunity and to drag off to bed each night to masturbate it and fall asleep beneath its weight.
You poor pig... You've gotten fat. You've gotten really fat, and you've earned every last pound of it.
Literature
The juice girls down fall. (Feeding/slob)
Alright guys! Meet my new oc miss jade. I spent two days writing this story and tried my best to give her a proper entrance onto the scene. WARNING. Sexual acts and themes if you do not. Like this i encourage to just scroll past. The two girls leave the scene of the crime running g down a dark alley way  quickly " come on Sally she'll be here soon "  a pasty blonde girl yells to her friend " slow down beth that fat ass can't catch us she's never been able to! " the girls hear the siren blaring " fucking cops. Think we spent to long teaching that porker a lesson in health?  " beth laughs " hell no. Pig was drinking milkshakes and devouring fast food all day. so what we accelerated his weight gain? Bitch'll never even look at a fast food place again without feeling sick "  sally mutters " no one ever thanks us for the public service we provide for these hogs " as they run farther and farther they soon disappear into the night The young cop enters the apartment of the juice girls poor victim. the cop enter to a putrid smell a chubby brunette  alone with her gun drawn. Loud sounds of anguish are heard. She groans as with every step the stench hits her nose harder. " ugh is that brussel sprouts? and, why is it so strong? " a loud belch is heard from deeper in the domicile. She hesitantly walks closer and closer her face starting to crinkle as the smell becomes more potent. continuing to hear gassy sounds that keep smelling worse. she soon steps in somthing. quickly she looks down. " what the?.....dammit the juice bitches got another one " before she can Investigate she hears  in a slurred tone " nooooooo moooore.....green drink pleeeeeaase " she walks up to the open doorway to be met with quite a site. dozens of gallon jugs littered around a broken bed frame a fattened man looks with glazed eyes the green liquid covering the entire front of his gelatinous mass at the cop "pleeeease no more....." the young cop walks up pushing the jugs out of the way with her boot as the man winces in pain he begs " please....I'll eat healthy i swear no more sprout juice pleeeeeeease" the cop sighs looking at him calmly assuring the man " dont worry sir. The ambulance will be here soon " she says cautiously placing her free hand on his distended gut beginning to softly rub and push down trying to release some of the gas and pain " BUUUURAAAP....." he whimpers " no more green drink? " the cop happily puts her hand on his cheek " no more green drink " back to the juice girls who are finally home thinking they're safe. they undress from they're old clothes tossed them into the wash and get ready for bed putting on they're loose pj's  they go to their beds. In their own rooms both think about how the poor fat man begged for mercy the entire time. beth lays down thinking about the filth she subjected herself to with a sigh of annoyance " so hard being a health hero. No one ever thanks us for the lessons we teach..." she shakes her head softly and nods off not even ten minutes after she feel asleep she hears a voice saying words she can't currently make out  that causes her to awake grogily hearing it again this time she feels her body in moving but she isn't doing it she tries to speak nothing happens her mind starts to race as her eyes open to see the very person they were running from in the alley the one who called the cops more then likely  miss jade Her body gets up with ease as miss jade chuckles mischievously " enjoy that while you can beth after im done punshing you. Even that simple movement will be a marathon " beths eyes bolt with anger at the fat woman her face covered by a shinning faceless mask her body suit hugging huge amounts of soft fat. miss jade crosses her arms seeing beths eyes " tsk tsk tsk.  Go on to the living room. Sally is already waiting for you " beth is screaming in her head for control of her body. but its useless except for her eyes nothing is in her control. Beth walks slowly to the living room followed by miss jade practically on her heels scolding beth on her size " twigs the lot of ya. Dont you know this country is the fattest in the world?. Looks like your gonna Have to hammer that lesson. " beth asks her self in a thought " doesn't she mean she'll have to? " beth gets to the living room to see an emotionless Sally sitting on the couch wearing her smallest shirt and shorts. The coffee table having two small saucers each with a single pill. And a large cups of white liquid  Miss jade whispers in beths ear " join her and I'll explain " beths body does as told to as soon as they are both on the couch keeping the form of perfect little dolls miss jade stands infront of them saying happily " the juice girls. Ive been hunting you two for the last two months. Wanan know how I found ya? " Sally and beths eyes gaze at miss jade waiting " well girls your friends in the police department were very susceptible to my curves. All i had to do was easy press my bulk on his arm hugging it. And he sang like a canary  i belive the exact words were " I'll give you anything you want just please let me rub your  belly. " Sally and beths eyes start to become beady in rage in their heads already making plans for revenge  but miss jade explains more "well 20 minutes later of me getting every ounce of my flabby beautiful body being caressed and pushing his face into my bulk. He gave me your adress. " now on to the pills " Miss jade becomes silent for a second leaving them in suspense breaking the silence with a phrase " expando pills code sigma 280 pound  goal weight "  the pills start to glow  as the girls look in horror " go on girls take your vitamins " at a snail's pace both of them in unison pick up the pills and pop them in they're mouth each picking up they're own glass miss jade says wickedly " drink up " the two bring the glases to they're lips and begin to drink and drink gulping down the thick overly sweet liquid  as soon as they're done and the cups part from they're mouths leaving mustaches miss jade says calmly " did you girls enjoy your heavy cream? " beth mentally gags and Sally starts screaming in her head about her ruined diet. Miss jade sweetly adds " two cups of sugar each with some flavorless weight gian powders makes the expando pills start to act a lot faster with that elixir " beth and Sally's faces begin to cry tears flowing as their faces are still set in place look at miss jade " awww dont worry girls. you two are gonna fix your health nut ways in a second. " Sally simply says in her mind   " what the fuck? "  beth does the same miss jade then says in the most seductive voice to beth " bethy baby Sally looks far too hungry go get the treats i have for both of you in the kitchen beth proceeds to do so screaming at her body to stop. But she walks in a brisk pace to her kitchenette to find what to a diet crazed woman like her is a night mare four boxs from the local bakery. Normally this would be a cheat day type of thing but she knows this bakery. They literally put lard in the icing and all of their products. She grabs them and walks back go the living room to see somthing unexpected Sally has her legs spread out  eyes darting all over the room her mouth open and waiting. beth walks over seeing her friend helpless she already knows what miss jade is planning " beth what are you doing? Don't be so rude Sally is hungry feed her. One of the boxes go on " beths body places the boxes on the table opening the one on the very top to show a  a thick heavy choclate cake. She begins look around for a knife but miss jade starts giggling " looking for somthing to cut a slice? Come on silly  Sally's is hungry and I bet if you just. I don't know. Pick up the cake from the bottom? she would more then likely eat it if you just keep pressing it further into her mouth shes so hungry. so won't even think of stopping " beths body does it taking the cake out of the box with her bare hands the frosting covering her palms as her skinny fingers dig into the sinful delight meant for a birthday party as Sallys eyes continue crying beth is apologizing in her head " Sally please forgive me we'll get this bitch i promise " beth pushes enough of the cake into sallys mouth for her to start eating and Sally does so with so much youthful vigor. much to beths suprise Sally begins doing somthing unthinkable she starts snorting loudly grunting and yelling through the thick sickeningly sweet mouthfuls " MORE PIGGY NEEDS MORE " miss jade shakes her head in delight " as Sally's mind is in shambles knowing all she can do is listen she continues to chomping down her pigish behavior only getting worse and worse hallways through the tears have stopped she had cried so much they've dried she tries to close her eyes to pretend this is not happening but other then a quick blink they are fused open the only chance she gets to breath is when she takes a mouthful and before its pushed back in she quickly swallows beth notices somthing scary. She sees Sally stomach its becoming a stretched out bag of fat but that doesn't make sense she was the perfect skinny woman at the start of this feeding beths eyes dart it miss jade. She stands there arms crossed " good job bethy don't worry look at Sally she's almost done what a good fatty right " beths mouth says without hesitation " yes miss jade Sally is a good piggy. we can only hope to be as glorious as you. " beth couldnt be more freaked out at this she thought  miss jade couldnt make her speak. Beth tries to call for help but its only a wail in her mind scape. As all this is happening beth feels a sharp pain closing on her finger she looks back at Sally to see  she's bit beths finger miss jade with a boisterous laugh then a mock scolding tone " Sally bad girl. Beth honey go ahead and sit down Sally is gonna learn her lesson by giving you a treat now " Sally heaves her self up her new found belly so soft and plush. mysteriously with an entire cake. she should have a taught  basketball thats bright pink right? Before she can ponder anymore her body grabs the next box tries opening the box but the lid is stuck. she tries again and it flies open Sally looks to see somthing horrifying. thick eclairs practically on the verge of bursting from the amount of cream in each one.while holding the box to her body beth stands her eyes looking lustfully at it. Inside her mind she dare to say " those look good....why do they look good? " beth then sits down and opens her mouth wide. Sally's places the tip of the ecliar to beths jaw quivers with excitement she's beginning to want this.she looks at Sally with pericing stare filled greed. Sally sees this and feels somthing happening. her panties feel moist without needing miss jades intervention Sally pushes almost more then half the eclair in beths mouth beth sensually bites down. a nuclear bomb of cream fills her cheeks the sweet decadent choclate the soft warm pastrie  with pride in her voice  she roars whike her mouth is filled to its limits " uggggh.......soooo God damn good.....I need more  " Sally starts breathing shakily looking down at beth and shoves in the rest before beth can even swallow her current mouthful clasping her hand around beths mouth feeling the warmth come from her breath. both of their eyes start to flutter. Miss jade whispers to her self " nothing like a spritz of my special spray in the cream  to cut the tension here " Sally and beth numb to the world as this happens. Sally continues to feed beth the heavy logs of opulent goodness. the next one is fed more forcefully crammed whole  into beths eager maw. Beth happily chews as quick as possible her mind has slowed down from before the panic is vanishing slowly and her crotch is quickly getting more and more wet. Again beth swallows an entire eclaire as its shoved in this process repeats its self gradually picking up speed with every one making its way in. 3 done in mere seconds. Another devoured then another and another one etc etc soon Sally's hastily tries to grab more. But she is met with an empty box she seems disappointed but beth doesn't she's too busy savoring the feast using her tongue to clean her lips her eyes looking like their in a deep trance of pure ecstacy Sally looks at her friend. eye the new features her arms have fully blown up so much that her pj's are cutting into the sheer amount of flab. her pants look like sausage casing fit to burst. and, her breasts have gone from washboard to d cups. she has grown at least two more chins and her belly is somthing to behold its bigger then Sally's. Miss jade sees this grining behind her mask as she instructs once more "  now sit down Sally time to see what you've both learned " Sally does as told and miss jade sits between them taking off her mask. to show a long beautiful green pony tail and her stunning pink eyes wearing purple lipstick she brings the two newly fattend piggies closer. holding them to her ample pillow like flab cooeing to both of them " why don't you two feed miss jade. Dont you want me to be happy to? " miss jade picks up the third box and places it on her lap showing a box filled with choclate  donut holes  miss jade chirps " my favorite! Well what are you girls waiting for " pursing her lips waiting for one to make the move beth picks up a single donut pushing it in like a quarter to an arcade machine miss jade chews at a normal pace and swallows and opens her mouth again Sally does the same as beth. For what feels like days that has actauly been one maybe two hours they taking they're time with they're new found pleasure. Sally feeds jade the final one. Miss jade smiles as she chews this one looking at the girls with glee ' well girls you've come a long way from the panic little twigs I started out with now here's a question. Ready for the last course? " beth and sally nod rubbing they're faces into miss jades belly. Jade knocks down the third box and picks up the fourth. She opens it to show its another packed box. but this isn't a large number eClaire's or any individuals morsel. the entire box is filled with  a dark chocolate  mouse. beths and Sally's eyes light up and miss jade simply tells them "go on feed whoever of the two of you. deems of needing it more " beth and Sally's eyes meet and without a word they agree they both take large messy handfuls and feed eachother. Their faces covered in chocolate and eachothers hands leaving the others mouth as they feels even more turned on. Not noticing miss jades sneaky fingers making they're way down into the girls undergarments reaching into their cavernous thighs waiting for the right moment the girls keep a steady pace feeding eachother with such lust for more fat on one anothers body they're smiles are beaming forming after each mouthful. They're bodies continue growing faster then before. the pj's once so large on them tear completely with each gluttonous bite they're minds are only focused on feeding eachother. the same predicament as with the eClaire's happens. empty hands reach Into an empty box Sally and beth both look at eachothers newly chubby digits and almost on instinct hold hands Miss jade then ambushes the both of them by full throttling their  g spots with her fingers sending a tsunami of indescribable pleasure through both of they're bodies overloading them into drooling messes. Instantly convulsing with a mount everest amount of pleasure falling asleep. When they wake they're hands are still tightly griped they're arms and bodies positioned to have their new found mass pressed against eachother. They former juice girls examine they're bodies  Their bellys together would dwarf the people they once were on they're own. Everything is so much bigger they're thighs are the size of propane tanks they're arms so big and soft they could be mistaken for large chair cushions their breast are twice are almost the size of their heads. They no longer have only a single chin but an even 6 each not to mention the bean bags they now call ass cheeks tired eyes meet once again and while sitting in a pool of their own juices they kiss gently silently agreeing....fuck green drinks.
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The American Obesity Problem
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fi
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you don't like fat girls
You never really liked fat girls, but, you figure, shell do. Theres something cute about her: long dark hair and a pretty perfect pout. Shes only got a small tummy, you rationalize. Her hips only jut out over the sides of her pants a little bit and theyre soft and theyre smooth. You dont mind rubbing on them a little bit, pushing her down onto the bed or up against the wall. You dont mind massasging the slight of fat between your fingertips.
You dont mind at all.
Its a little different one day though when you ask her to eat a whole pizza for you, while you watch. When you slip behind her
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Experimental, second-person story about a girl who's severely let herself go. Hope you all enjoy.
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very sad story.