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Amaya only sees him once a week at best. She goes to a more prestigious school across the state with the help of her parents’ hefty income. He attends a local commuter college he busts his ass to pay for. She thinks more and more of a fantasy he mentioned the summer prior, one not discussed since. She doesn’t think about it at the forefront of her mind - more, it is present enough in her mind to justify her actions. Since a child she has been insecure of her whimsical threshold of being of a healthy weight and not. This insecurity dwindled the summer prior. Unless disposed on her guilty pleasures (clothes and music), her money

The complete and total conflict of the whole situation aroused me. I resided in Savannah, Georgia. It was a marvelous and lively place. Specifically River Street, a long strip of shopping attractions for tourists all around. I could look out the window and see the Savannah River mirror the sun's magnificent rays. I owned a nice stringed instrument shop where customers could purchase instruments from pianos to mandelins to ukeleles. It was at a constant rate of which I was being flirted with by two thick ladies, Autumn and Spring (go figure). To no surprise, their physical attributes matched very well with their names, as well as their time

Karty was a sweet girl, and had a swelling heart, but one day it had become her hunger that was swelling. Karty had dark curly hair that ran down a little past her shoulders, and marvelous green eyes that glistened in the light. She had a slightly round, but extremely appealing face with thin eyebrows, round lips (that were just the right size), and other features that weren't too off key or unnapealing. She had a fair figure; she had what every typical American girl envied. She had a nice round toosh, and a pair of hooters most women would sacrifice themselves for. Very sexy hips, and very curved thighs. Super model material. At the momen

A woman opened her eyes. What her eyes saw she could not comprehend. She hadn't a clue where her body lied or even who she was. She searched the room for any of the slightest recollection, but she was left dumbfounded. It'd appear she had gained consciousness in complete nothingness. She was consumed gravely by the absence of color. White. She examined herself, and noticed she was inside the garments of a white crew-neck T and a white pear of sweat pants. Nothing more. Nothing less. "Hello?" she beckoned out. The air was pungent in its silence. No reply. Yet, this didn't seem to damage her hopes. "Is there anybody out there?" Once again,

In My Mind, She Is by Weightgainersunite With my deepest delight, A girl in my sight, Her shirt so tight, Short in height, But she had a huge belly. It pushed out like a sore thumb, And her breasts were covered with crumbs, Debris of what she had eaten, How many hot girls she had beaten, In my mind.

Marriage by WGU I sat in front of my future my mother in law at her wooden dinner table, where it was me, my fiancé, her mother, and her sister in wooden seats surrounding a massive amount of delectable food. This was the first occasion that I had actually gotten to meet my fiancé's family. My fiancé, Jessica, was a very big woman, with black hair and a Puerto Rican tan (they were part Puerto Rican). Her gigantic breasts bulged out in front of her with voluptuous curves, and underneath those lovely breasts was her gargantuan tummy that hung down between her legs, that tummy having two giant rolls of fat, and inside one of t

Faking Pregnancy for the Government by WeightGainersUnite Warning: Probably one of the most fucked up WG stories out there. It was the year 2020, and it had dawned to all the citizens very strange and unfortunate laws that they had to follow, and if they didn't, the result would be death. And by the looks of it, Ivy Peterson and Jeremy McKinnon were going to die soon. One of the major rules were, a couple, when the woman meets the age of twenty, she must be pregnant by the man. Ivy had disliked this from the start, because she believed in abstinence and wouldn't have enough time to plan a wedding before she turned twenty, and there was no

Porn Star: The End by WeightGainersUnite I looked at myself through the mirror, and saw my chubby arms, like stuffed bags. I looked over to my breasts that were huge, like two half beach-balls held by a bra and half covered by a tiny grey shirt. My eyes lowered as I saw my belly, now stacked in multiple layers as it sagged down to my legs, even saggy though it was still round and soft. Then my thick thighs were enough to kill someone if I smothered them into my thighs, as well as my prompt ass that stuck out behind me, twice the size as it was before. When I stepped on the scale in the bathroom, as it read 445 pounds. That is 78 whoppi