Another twisted tail from my demented mind. much more of a body horror story. you really don't see those any more. meh enjoy or be horrified Sarah is a curvy bluenette and she signed up for the spooky season at the local Circus Freak Show haunted house. Sarah was eager to make some pocket change this season and was really curious about what it was like to work in the haunted house. Sarah killed the interview easy and now was back for orientation. Sarah was led down a long dark hall by Luna a dark haired clown in a french maid costume, and taken to a large room. Once There she saw a banner of the circus fat lady Called "fat Mary." Luna Showed Sarah to the set. Luna explained "So the way this works is. I'm gonna play the roll of the circus owner or the master of games! Now the Circus fat lady is the physical embodiment of Gluttony! In fact each freak show attraction has there own sin theme attached to it. I will introduce you and then the stage hands will shine a spot light on you
The American Obesity Problem by LightningRodOfHate, literature
Literature
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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One day, in sunny Canterlot, Princess Luna was sleeping, awaiting the night so she could perform her royal duties; raise the moon at dusk. She was having an amazing dream, where she was in a land of cookies, located in the Cookieverse. Luna was surprised as to how she knew this, as there was no sign of civilization around, except for the road she stood upon. The sun shone brightly, as it seemed about midday. The road was surrounded on both sides by tall wheat, swaying peacefully in the wind. She trotted down the road, when suddenly, a large chocolate chip cookie appeared in front of her. "Huh, I wonder how that
Celina has long Black hair she had rather small breasts but her thighs were quite thick.Celina was a witch most of her town did trust her her healing ointments always helped out. She always wore a blue dress with gold lining. Many of the townsfolk wanted her out though as they thought witchcraft was evil. Eventually causing her to be locked up inside her own home. After a week or so her food was running low but she tried something she brewed a potion that could make calories last 3 times longer after she was done the pink bottle sat there she took a sip it tasted good she ate a apple and felt full she thought "wow I can't believe this"she ate a bit more than went to bed the next morning she put on some pajamas as who would care about her dress now? She rubbed her thighs were they a bit thicker? No they couldn't she looked in the mirror and she realized she had. Oh well she thought it's just a pound or two yeah yeah she didn't care though. Today she snuck out to buy groceries when she returned she ate a large meal al for the first time in long time afterwards she drank some potion more than before this time almost instantly she felt more pudge. She murmured wow it's more potent than I thought she weighted herself one week ago 123 lbs today 132 lbs she thought well a little extra padding never hurt anyone over eventually she decided to get more food this time getting more junk than before she binged heavily to fill the void that helping the town left behind. 2 months later her gigantic frame lumbered out of bed her wool pj's about to burst and her white t-shirt about to burst. Her thighs were massive her belly was in second followed by her still small breasts she sighed "another day time for more eating " her breakfast was a shot of the potion a glass of oj 3 eggs lots of bacon and toast. She could barely fit out the door so she almost never went out and when she did it was to get more food. But one day she looked at her potion she looked at the recipe she modified it after brewing it she took a drink 50 pounds piled on she felt strange almost as if she wanted this for the past few months she just tolerated it but now she wanted it. She brewed lots more she drank a bottle and 100 pounds piled on. But one day she woke up and couldn't move she was immobile!! She always had potion next to her bed incase of this she drank and drank until her walls burst when the town saw her they thought that it wasn't her but it was and her potion eventually spread and now she is a queen of the land weighing in at over 10000 tons of pure fat
Attack of the Blob Men by LilFeedingDevil, literature
Literature
Attack of the Blob Men
[[Content includes feederism elements, force feeding, rapid weight gain, extreme weight gain, excessive fat, and strange aliens]] Luke woke up that morning before the sun had even risen, did his warm up exercises, showered, then ate a breakfast of egg whites and whole grain toast and watched the early morning news. There were reports of strange weather patterns all across Europe and Asia, thick purple clouds gathering over cities that baffled meteorologists. Luke did not pay it any real mind, turning off the tv. Then he put on his jacket and jogged the 10 miles to the gym. Luke’s workout was intense, it always was, and he spent much of it doing crunches and other core workouts. When he was ready to cool down, he got onto a stationary bike to pedal a couple miles and wind down. Even with the jog over to the gym and his lengthy workout, it was still before 7am, and he had another hour before his shift. Since he worked at the supermarket next door, he was not too concerned, he just
Professor Murphy was quick to inform us that, due to the fact that there were more students this semester than there were cooking stations, we were to work in groups for the entirety of this baking course. We got to choose our partners at the end of his introduction. I didn't know anyone, so I got stuck with Ashley.
We introduced ourselves. I was a culinary arts major starting my first year at that college. Ashley was a Liberal Arts major with little to no actual interest in cooking. Immediately, it was clear to both of us which partner was going to be putting in more work this semester. As we spoke, she opted out of looking at me and
Warnings: extreme stuffing, funnel feeding, near bursting, mild instant weight gain
Prison was nicer than Kara expected. Oh, sure, she was in minimum security - an oddity for an escape risk like her - but still. She had her own cell, a bed that, while not cozy was definitely comfortable, a small television, and a simple bathroom. Not much, but… more than she expected. It lacked privacy, what with the barred door of the cell and the guard on constant duty outside her cell - what with the whole “escape risk” and all… you break out of prison a whole two times and they put a full-time guard on your cell! It’
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Mikala strutted her sexy body through the Pearson mall and GOOD GOD did she ever look hot. Not in the context of hot as in the context of temperature, but hot as in she was garnering looks from every male and a few females in the immediate proximity. She tipped her pink sunglasses towards a sickly guy then combo’d that with a seductive sip of her strawberry smoothie king smoothie. He fumbled with his pepperoni pretzel, dropping it on the floor. Mikala believed she couldn’t have possibly looked more stunning than right now, except for tomorrow and the days ahead of course.
“What is it that I’m doing right?
At The Mercy Of Her Own Hedonism by Borin23, literature
Literature
At The Mercy Of Her Own Hedonism
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Mercy laid up against the couch cushions and she opened her mouth. Staring straight ahead, not even blinking, the former doctor released a low, rumbling belch that rapidly increased in volume with each passing second. The belch kept going on and on until it finally stopped, but damn if it did not feel satisfying for her to get to smack her lips and lean her fat, heavy body against the pillows behind her. Yes, Mercy, or Angela Ziegler as was her true name, had become quite the shameless little (or rather big) glutton these days. In truth, though, she had never become one per say because she had always been one in the fi