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The hot summer sun blazed white upon the training field. The dirt below me, still imprinted with the imprint of a hundred footprints, had dried to a dusty powder that churned beneath my scuffing limbs. Some recruits might complain of such an environment, but not I, a dark-skinned drow accustomed to the heat and fury of volcanic wastes – not I, who was known as Zaiva, the greatest assassin in the Order of the Scorpion. Yet even so, sweat shone from my rippling limbs like purple rocks from a riverbed, and I had to shield my eyes from the glint of sunlight from arms and armour worn by the throng of onlookers surrounding me – surrounding us, as I wrestled against a half-orc twice my size. What was his name? It mattered little to me. He was a newer assassin fresh out of training and allegedly three hundred pounds of raw, untalented meat. He’d been bragging of his size and strength for days, wagering bets that he could out-wrestle any veteran, and as his purse

Present Day Kelly’s heart leaped at Elektra’s suggestion they use some of their giant wad of cash to go out to a late lunch. Her stomach, too. And yet. “I love you, Elektra. I want to. You know I never say no to lunch!” “Stop it, Kegs.” “Really, I just need to get home. I … I’ve had about all the stress I can take for one day.” “I get that. But you don’t seem all that stressed to me, Kelly. More like … sedate.” What she really meant was sedated. She knows. She figured out her pills were missing. In the end they settled for the McDonald’s drive thru, then sat in the Escalade and chatted about … everything except all the things that were really on their minds. Then Kelly drove Elektra back to school—to UGA—to her Volvo. Elektra got out of the car and circled around to Kelly’s window, waiting for Kelly’s window to come down before beginning what was clearly about to be a long-considered speech. “There’s a party on the lawn tonight. Everyone is—everyone wants to see you. Please

SSBBW, Romance, Imagery, ~XWG Ussbbw; ssbbw; immobility; weight gain; struggle; fat; wg; romance; imagery CHAPTER 3 Franny Perspective July 6, 2002 "I take it Stan will be making another appearance?" said Susie with a devilish look. Franny just smiled at her friend and kept on arranging the plates for the barbecue. She knew Stan was going to be there because he said so when she left his house less than an hour ago. Knowing that Susie was dying to hear details made Franny want to keep her friend in suspense. "So," Susie began as she shucked corn for the grill, "how many dates have you guys had? Is it two or three?" "Last night was our fourth, actually. And for each one we've tried a different restaurant. By his request I'm taking him on a tour of Iowa City's finest eateries." She remembered that it was his idea, but she also noticed that he wasn't a very big eater, nor did he really seem to take too much pleasure in the food. In fact, last night Franny ate more of his main course

Once, when the world was new, Exalta wandered her garden of Elysium. Her skin the color of the honey that the bees created in their hives, her hair the same lavender flowers blooming in her wake. When Exalta had emerged from the ethereal plane, she had been described as a statue carved by a generous sculptor. Whereas most deities were chiseled, rippling with muscles, she was soft and inviting. Her bust pushed against the edge of her robes, and her legs always kissed when she walked. Faire folk fluttered about her. They danced on petals, drank from dew, and enjoyed freedom. But one had a question. “Oh lady Exalta, I have a question for you?” Exalta held out a finger for her winged companion to land on. “Speak, little one.” The fairy shrugged the back of her little head. “We live in a world of excess, where every want is cared for by that which your kind creates. Yet I feel we don’t acknowledge that. How will we show when we have more than enough, even when

#WG #wolf #female The hectic bustle of the mall filled the air as Mira and Luna found themselves in one of the busy fast-food restaurants. Both friends had decided to take a break and enjoy an afternoon together. Mira, with her shiny reddish fur and sparkling eyes, radiated joy and vitality. She wore a loose, colorful sweater that reflected her positive attitude toward life. Her casual yet vibrant outfit represented her love for comfort and authenticity. In contrast, Luna moved with silent grace, her silver fur reflecting the light of the place. Her amber eyes revealed deep introspection. She wore tighter clothes, carefully chosen to hide her figure, a manifestation of her shy and insecure nature. They both shared laughter and animated chats while enjoying their meals. The difference in their personalities was evident: Mira, was effervescent and outgoing, and Luna, was more reserved but with a comforting warmth. The fate of their friendship was about to take an unexpected turn on

It was a cool February evening in the home of businesswoman Amelia Reynolds. Though she had yet to return home. Her chef Hilda Paige was busy cooking up a special meal for the top of them tonight. It was Valentine's Day, a time when couples exchanged gifts and activities to showcase their love to one another. Hilda wanted to make sure the meal tonight was perfect to celebrate the recent formation of their romance between her and Amelia. She smiled thinking about Amelia, her employer/girlfriend who had helped her find happiness and acceptance. Hilda had trouble finding love given her appearance, she was a short plump Scottish woman with short blonde hair. Her job as a chef had caused her to put on weight due to all the eating. She now weighed 220 pounds, sporting a soft belly and wide posterior, alongside thick thighs and a small double chin. Her body strained against her chef uniform. Many people had made fun of her for her body for how fat she was. This had made Hilda cold and

SCHLUP! SLOSH! SCHLUP! SLOSH! The repetitious sound of Belle hauling herself through the muck of the Low Country was seriously starting to grind on my nerves. Granted, probably not as much as her own weight grinded on her knees. It was dangerous for us to stay in the peanut factory so we had to leave as soon as we possibly could. Unfortunately for Belle, that meant she was forced to waddle her ass out before she was back to a manageable size. She looked like a lumbering mound of tar, her synthetic skin barely containing her overwhelming mass. She was nearly half a ton of oil and steel. Her body bulged forth beyond her ability to see, meaning I had to guide her along at some points. Although, she was still leaking which hopefully meant she would return to a more reasonable size. Despite the bulk, she was moving, even if it was slow. Frankly, it might have been a blessing since I wasn’t too familiar with the area. If I had moved too fast I could have ran headfirst into a pack of

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

Unfortunately I'm gonna be putting five of my ongoing stories on a hold for now and they are moving away, my diary wg story, returning home, her special patient and my "massive" FNAF wg story series. They are being put on hold because i discovered new story opportunities i wanna try out. Which means i wanna start writing 5 other stories, which are An oblivious wg story, a wg story where a guy falls in love with a girl that "always" accidentally grows fatter (it's kinda similar to the oblivious one except a little different concept), a wg story about a girl that is diagnosed with an incurable and new type of binge eating disorder, a WG story that's basically a fat fetish take on my 600 pound life, and of course my burger child story series. Keep in mind the 5 stories that'll be on hold are not cancelled they will be continued once I'm done with these five (or IF these newer five stories don't work out.)

WELCOME BACK, PARTY PEOPLE! This should be the last chapter of setup before we get into the action and intrigue. Warnings, of course: more of Cornelia's casual ableism; more of Melvin's low self esteem, more of no one in this story being redeemable in the long run, and a brief mention of Walkmans. But if that's all alright with you, then ON WITH THE SHOW! *** DOUBLE TROUBLE: THE LEGEND OF CRIME BRULEE CHAPTER 4 *** All I’m presenting you with are the facts, and even I don’t have all of them. After all, back then, the Net was still new, and didn’t yet have the answer to your every burning question. Was Connie in over her head? On that, I'll leave it to you to opine, but it didn’t matter to Nellie, who still felt so robbed of her mentorship over Connie to give a damn about her sister’s well-being. Did Agent Daniels already have unsavory intentions regarding Connie’s ultimate fate? The truth is anyone’s guess, but it didn’t matter to Connie–not yet. She was still in the