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Indecent Proposal

02/13/2019

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 5,185

Warnings: Some angst, who am I kidding? Lots, dummy Bucky, light-smut, language.

A/N: This is my entry for @moonstruckhargrove ‘s Valentine’s Day Writing Challenge. I hope you like it because I’m pretty sour about Valentine’s Day too! I hate quite a bit of fun writing this one. Bucky is always a cutie when he’s trying to win the girl back. I hope you all love it! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day that had, for many years drawn scorn from you.

You'd lamented as a child when you only got two Valentine’s Day cards in the little tissue box hastily decorated with pink and red construction paper. Your name drawn messily in bright purple marker with a small blue heart at the end.

Every year you’d wished for more, but little did you know how lucky you had been or how precious those two valentines had been.

Then it was middle school and there were heart shaped lollipops. Lollipops that one could purchase to be delivered on said special day.

You watched in subdued anguish as your best friend received four heart shaped lollipops and you received none.

Not a single one. Oh, your dad had brought you a small basket so that you wouldn’t feel left out, and you’d lied about it being from a boy who just so happened to go to another school.

You could tell however, that your friends were in doubt and in utter embarrassment you began to declare your dislike for the holiday and how silly it all is.

When high school came you continued said vocal distaste for Valentine’s Day and included the argument that if couples really loved each other they should show it every day. Not just on Valentine’s Day!

This was of course to cover up the agony of watching your girlfriends get stuffed bears, elephants, and monkeys while you sat in your classroom, arms crossed across your chest, slouched low into your seat as the only person who hadn’t received even a single box of candy.

It would have been almost better if all four years had been this way.

Junior year was tough because you did have a boyfriend. For a bit. He broke up with you shortly before Valentine’s Day. Like, a week. What kind of shit is that? You finally had a boyfriend who could get you something, anything, on this most hated of special days and he'd left you for his ex a week before.

When your friends showered you with sympathy, you declared yourself relieved.

“I’m just lucky he broke up with me before I bought him that Dragonball Z DVD set. Saved some money.” Was your retort.

Inside, you were heartbroken.

As an adult, you’ve accepted the day as any other day in the year. It's not Valentine’s Day, it's just Thursday.

Like today is Wednesday.

From behind you two large arms encircle you. One is hot to the touch, the second is cool, slightly lower than room temperature, the metal snakes it’s way gently around your waist to pull you back against a large chest.

“Hey.” A smooth, lazy tone floats in through your left ear.

You look into the mirror you’re standing in front of and find Bucky's handsome face. He's all scruffy, unshaven with his steel blue eyes peeking up at you from where he's rested his chin on your shoulder.

His dark brown hair frames his face, freshly washed, dripping cold droplets of water onto your bare bicep.

“Hi. When'd you get back?” You smile, happy to have him home.

“An hour ago. Thought I’d shower before coming in to see you.” He explains.

“Bucky, you know I don’t care if you’re a mess when you get home from mission.” You point out, hating to lose any time with him.

“I know. I just wanted to smell good for you.” He shrugs his metal shoulder.

You twist around, adjusting your arms to wrap them around his neck as he straightens up and pulls you flush against his body.

His face is relaxed while a small grin plays on your lips. “Mission accomplished then. Now, I kinda feel bad seeing as I’m all sticky and stinky from working out.”

You'd spent every day he'd been gone in the gym. Joined by Nat or Wanda or even Maria who had decided to stick around for a while and has been asking for a lot of updates on Sam.

Today had been no different. No word from Bucky, Steve, or Sam so to the gym you went.

Bucky raises both eyebrows, intrigued by your words. “Sticky and stinky?”

You chuckle at his teasing tone and then curl your head down as he goes in for the sniff.

“Stop! I hate it when you do that.” You complain.

“What? Why?” Bucky demands then goes down on the right, his nose aimed at your neck.

You laugh and pull away, shoving his chest. He let’s you break his hold and watches you stumble towards the bed before you lose your balance and fall down sitting at the edge.

You look up towards him and see only a flash of blue as your body is suddenly pinned to the mattress.

“Ah!” You scream but collapse into a fit of laughter as Bucky takes both of your hands in each of his and pins them up above your head.

“I’ve got you now, babydoll.” He assures you then lunges for your neck.

“Bucky!” You scream, loving and hating his love of your smell.

He pulls back chuckling, releasing your hands so that you can reach up and push his wet hair back as he leans down to kiss you.

His lips are soft, yearning, and hot. He keeps the kiss simple, relishing in your taste more than anything.

It takes him several minutes to have his fill of your lips then he moves onto your chin, pressing open mouthed kisses to the unwashed skin as he tastes you.

“You were thinking pretty hard when I came in.” He says between kisses.

“Mmmm,” You say both agreeing and enjoying his lips.

“What about?” He asks.

“Valentine’s Day.” You admit.

He freezes, his lips pressed just below your left ear before he pushes himself back up to look down at your face.

He applies most of his weight onto his left arm, supporting himself so that he doesn’t squash you.

“Valentine’s Day?” He asks, sounding confused. “You’ve never mentioned Valentine’s Day before.”

And it's true. Bucky had known you for almost six years now and the two of you have only been together the last two. Last Valentine’s Day, he'd been on mission, so why bring it up?

“I know. Because it doesn’t matter.” You insist, holding on to your preprogrammed response. Your Defense mechanism.

“So, then why were you thinking about it, Sugar?”

You shake your head and hook your fingers into the neck of his shirt. Can you take this off of him now?

“I was remembering it as a kid.” You say with a small smile. “We made these valentine boxes out of tissue boxes and construction paper.”

“That's fun.” Bucky says, smiling a bit as he relaxes more and shifts to lay on your left, propping his head in his hand and right elbow.

“Kinda. It was fun making them. I only ever got two valentines though. One from the teacher who obviously gave them to all of us and one from my best friend. I don’t even remember her name anymore.” You try and think of it, but you can't remember it.

“Two? What was everyone's problem?” Bucky demands offended for you.

“I don’t know.” You admit with a smile. “I was really sad about it. I was only six.”

Bucky suddenly wraps his arms around you, snuggling close, his cheek resting against your left shoulder.

“Well, I would have given adorable baby Y/N a whole box of valentines had I not, you know, been like five times your age and busy killing people.” He grimaces, the picture he paints a bleak one.

“I appreciate that, old man.” You tease.

“Is that all?” He asks, probing for more insight.

“No. I was remembering all of my school years and how they affected my opinion of the holiday. Middle school was worse. High school…I finally had a boyfriend in eleventh grade but he broke up with me a week before V-Day to get back with his ex.” Your smile fades as you think about the childish but very impacting heartbreak that you'd gone through that year.

“What an asshole.” Bucky gripes, angry for you.

“Yeah…funny thing is, he still gave me something. He bought me a chocolate kiss rose.” You blink, thinking about the insult it had been for you.

“His mom probably told him to do it. She really liked me.” You explain.

“Well, fuck that guy. I’m glad he dumped you because his loss is my gain.” Bucky exclaims, rolling back over you to pull your attention back from the past.

You smile as he settles himself on you until you see the serious expression on his face.

“What is it?” You ask, reaching up to place your hands on the sides of his face.

“I didn’t do anything for you last year.” He realizes.

“Oh, baby, so what? You were on mission.” You remind him.

“The fact that you remember I was on mission just proves that the day means more than you’re letting on.”

You sigh, “It's not that it means more I just…I don’t know, I guess it's a complex or something. But I’m okay not doing anything.”

“No. Tomorrow's Valentine’s Day, we gotta do something.” Bucky insists and rises from his spot on you.

You whine, hating that he's getting off of you and now heading towards the door.

“Where are you going?! You just got home.” You complain, wanting him back on top of you, preferably naked.

“I gotta go make some calls.” Looking back at you as he reaches the door.

“Bucky, I don’t care about tomorrow, get your ass back here so that I can get you naked.” There are no secrets between you and Bucky, not even your desires.

“No can do, babydoll. I got a date to plan. But hold that thought. If I get this done in the next few hours, I’ll come find you again.” He winks at you and leaves.

“Bucky!” You scream after him in disbelief that he actually left you on your bed, alone.

The tinkling of champagne glasses, utensils on plates, and the soft laughter and murmurs of the couples surrounding you hold your attention.

You sit with your arms crossed, dressed in a pink lace cocktail dress with cap sleeves and a thin pink belt around the waist, you tap the toes of your black heels impatiently.

You'd specifically chosen this dress because it fell below your knees, resembling old fashioned dresses that the women around Bucky might have worn.

This one might be too modern, now that you think about it.

With another quick gander at the large clock on the fancy restaurant's far silver wall, you sigh.

Bucky is thirty minutes late.

Forty minutes late.

Fifty.

An hour.

“I’m so sorry, miss but we really do need the table.” A kind waiter, his face twisted with pity for you as he pushes you to get up and out the door.

“Right.” You sigh, reaching for your wine glass to empty the contents.

You offer him your credit card and a few moments later he's back with a pen for you to sign with. You quickly scribble your name, then toss the pen on the table before getting up and moving back out into the chilly February night air.

The sting of the cold clears your head of the buzz you'd gotten from the wine and you realize that even as an adult, Valentine’s Day is still shit.

“Fuck me.” You sigh then turn to the right to head back towards the tower.

Bucky races along the grimy pavement of the sidewalk as he tries to adjust his tie, slipping it over his head as he pulls it tight.

He turns the corner and almost crashes into an older couple who startle, the woman grabbing her throat in shock.

Bucky manages to slow down before he can crash but since he's unwilling to stop for anything, he spins to his left, avoiding the couple and continues his run.

He looks back at them apologetically, his blue eyes pouring frantic energy. “Sorry.”

He quickly folds the collar of his white dress shirt down over his dark gray tie. As he slows to a walk, approaching the golden doors of the restaurant he'd begged Tony to help him get reservations for last minute, he pulls his silver-gray jacket tight, buttoning it closed before he moves inside, hoping he looks calm and collected but ready to apologize for being so late.

He moves towards the host's podium, meanwhile glancing into the busy restaurant, looking for your pretty face.

“How can I help you, er…sir?” The host asks.

Bucky can see that his metal arm has drawn his attention, but he's passed caring about scaring the civilians. All he cares about is that he doesn’t see you anywhere.

His heart gives a painful lurch. Maybe you’re just in the bathroom?

“Uh, yeah, reservation for two? Under Barnes. My girlfriend should already be here. I'm…really late.” He states, focusing on the young blonde man, hoping not to be judged.

The host looks down at his computer screen then with a frown looks back up at Bucky with a look of apology that sends shards of ice into Bucky's heart.

“I’m sorry, sir, we needed the table and the young lady could not wait any longer.” He explains.

Bucky looks back into the restaurant at the mass of celebrating couples. You'd sat in that, alone, for an hour?

“Thanks.” Bucky says weakly then moves back outside into the cold night.

He reaches up and loosens his tie a bit, hating himself for being late.

After all the fuss he'd made to plan this for you, keeping himself busy for hours yesterday when he could have been wrapped up in bed with you, he'd fucked it up. “Fuck.”

He struggles with his guilt, the fear that this might have hurt you enough to pull you away from him. He was always afraid you’d realize you could do much better and leave him.

Had he proven his own point tonight? Had he finally, after trying so hard to deserve you, pushed you away?

No. This can’t be the end. He reaches up and runs his hand through his hair, pulling his bun loose as he grips his locks in frustration.

He hadn’t seen you on the way here which means that you probably went home the long way? He might still be able to catch up to you!

He might not be able to salvage the date but maybe he can beg you for forgiveness. After all your issues with Valentine’s Day, he'd just gone and added his name to the list of disappointments associated with the day.

This can’t be how you remember this Valentine’s Day. He won't allow it.

He breaks back into a run, moving to the right and following what he hopes is the way you’d gone.

Sometimes, the hardest thing to accept is that life isn’t perfect. Life is made up of random chaos. Sometimes things go as planned and sometimes you’re Y/N and nothing ever goes right.

You shouldn’t be surprised. Your last anniversary Bucky had been on mission. Christmas? On mission. New Year's? Still on mission.

What made you think that today could be any different?

Bucky had made such a fuss about today yesterday that you'd expected things to finally go right. You know it's not possible though and tonight proves it.

There are some people, like yourself, who just have to accept that life will never play out like the perfect story. Instead, you should be glad that you have a loving, affectionate, and considerate boyfriend—punctuality problems aside—and appreciate the small moments.

You're suddenly startled as a large bulky, beefy figure in a silver suit moves around you and blocks your path.

It takes you a moment to realize that the hot dude in front of you us Bucky because you’ve never seen him dressed up like this.

Not to mention his hair is all over the place and his chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

You stare at him in awe for a moment before you slowly cross your arms across your chest and give him a small involuntary frown.

His own steel blue eyes bore into your own. You can already see the agony of guilt in his eyes as he hunches over, hands on his knees, to try and catch his breath.

It takes him a minute but as he straightens up, he scans you from feet to head. He drinks you up, enjoying the sight of you in your dress, despite the tension in your body.

“Wow,” He whispers as he straightens up fully, his hands finding his waist. “You look amazing.”

You say nothing and his eyes find your once again. He quickly slaps his hands together and moves to close some of the distance between you as he renews his apologetic stare.

“Y/N…” He begins.

“This wasn’t my idea, Bucky.” You point out.

You hadn’t asked him for a night out. You'd accepted your fate of never having a perfect Valentine’s Day. Now you're here, slightly heartbroken and basking in disappointment.

“I know. I know. I am so sorry, Sugar, I didn't…Steve got caught up saving some lady from a overturned car and I-" He begins to explain, you knew it had to be something like this so being upset with him is almost cruel.

“Okay, okay. Jeez, I can’t even be mad at you. Don’t worry about it, Bucky. I had already told you that today isn’t important.” You relax your shoulders, giving in to the forgiveness he already has from you.

How can you be mad at him for being late if he's saving people? You can't. And it kinda sucks because you wanna be at least a little angry but it's not fair to him so you sigh heavily instead.

“It is important, Y/N, and I’m sorry I-I stood you up.” He sighs too.

You can see the hate in his eyes for what he's done.

“This day means something, not just because it's Valentine’s Day but because I love you and I wanted to show you that sometimes it can be good. You don’t have to keep pretending that you aren’t excited or that you don’t want to be taken out.

“You deserve to be adored and Cherished, by me preferably.” You chuckle at his words. “And I’m sorry I failed. I…I was going to buy you some flowers, but all the stores were closed.”

“It is a little late.” You acknowledge. “But really, Bucky, I don’t care. Today is just-it's Thursday. No harm no foul.”

He frowns and you worry that maybe he can see you’re lying.

“If today isn’t important, why do you look so edible?” He demands, reaching out to place his hands on your waist.

You bite your bottom lip and shrug. “I saw this dress and thought you’d like it. I wanted to look nice for you.”

“Well nice is an understatement. You look beautiful. I um…I planned a few more things though we might be late for them, do you want to go check?” He leans down, trying to look onto your eyes.

You grimace, thinking about how late it is, the cold and shake your head.

“Would you hate me if we just went home?” You ask, feeling bad for skipping on his planned might but you’re already feeling down.

“Of course not!” Bucky exclaims. “I will, from this day forward do whatever makes you happy. You are my world, Y/N and I’m really, really sorry that I ruined tonight.”

“But you made that woman's night. The one you helped save. Really, babe, I’m fine. I’m just tired.” You give him a smile, feeling slightly better knowing you’ll be on your way to your warm and comfy bed soon.

Bucky closes more of the distance between you, places his hands on the sides of your face and gently caresses your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You are perfection.” He gushes.

You laugh, uncomfortable with that title. “Yeah, right.”

“I mean it, Y/N. There is no one in the world that I would rather be with than you. You make me feel whole and like I have a reason to keep going. You’re my light. My purpose.” He looks down at his feet then back up into your eyes.

He kisses you, softly and sweetly before pulling back a bit. He lowers himself down onto one knee and though your breath seems to catch, your heart begins to race, and butterflies the size of eagles flutter in your stomach, your defenses come up. Just like they always did in junior high and high school.

“Proposing on Valentine’s Day…how original.” You scoff, but fully intending to say yes!

Bucky looks up at you startled, his blue eyes wide as he processes what you just said.

“I'm…Y/N…I’m not proposing.”

Your excitement is quickly snuffed as you look down and find him with the laces of his left shoe in hand.

You feel volcanic heat fill your face, neck, ears, your entire body is one large mass of life scarring embarrassment as you realize that no, Bucky is not asking you to marry him. He's trying his fucking shoe!

You force a laugh, trying hard to ignore the ache in your chest at the awkwardness now lingering between you.

“Of course not!” You laugh again. “You’re tying your shoe. I knew that. I was just joking. Wanted to see the panic on your face.”

You move around him, still chuckling forcefully as you make your steps quick to get away from this stupid night as fast as possible.

“Y/N, wait.” Bucky says, quickly tying his she the scurrying to catch up with you.

“Did you really think I was pro-"

“No, silly! I told you, I just wanted to see you panic.” You laugh again. “You shoulda seen your face.”

“Silly?” Bucky repeats the strange word.

You have never called him silly.

Quickly you wrap your arms around yourself, visibly shivering from not only the cold of the brisk night but sheer embarrassment.

“You’re cold.” Bucky realizes and quickly removes his jacket before laying it over your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You say, too cheerful.

Bucky wraps his left arm around your shoulders and holds you close against his side. You have to fight with every fiber of your being to keep from burying your face into his chest to hide from the shame you feel.

Dinner was a bust and no, Bucky doesn’t want to marry you.

The tower is empty. You figure that with almost everyone coupled up now, they'd all be eager to celebrate the holiday.

You make your way to your room, a little relieved that there isn’t an audience to your shame. Your embarrassment seems to be sticking with you and you keep wondering if Bucky is still thinking about your confusion about him proposing like you are.

You really hope he isn’t.

You move into your bedroom, throw your clutch into the small table by the door and reach up to pull off your earrings.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. lights.” You mumble.

The lights dim in slowly as you move towards your bed and settle yourself on the end. You place your earrings on the mattress then kick off your black shoes.

The doorway stands empty. Bucky hadn't followed you in.

You'd at least been hoping for a cuddle but maybe it was better this way? Without him around you can let yourself feel the disappointment you’ve been fighting all night.

Your lips curve down at the corners as you move to shut the door. With nothing better to do, you decide to wash the city off.

You strip quickly, carefully hanging your dress before staring at your reflection in your full body mirror in the bathroom.

The light pink lace romper, almost see through from how thin the fabric is, would have hopefully delighted Bucky had the night gone differently and he'd been able to undress you himself.

As it is, you frown at your reflection, the clear hope this lingerie represents that this Valentine's Day might have been different makes you ashamed again.

You reach back and pull the ribbon free and step out of your glorified underwear, letting it puddle around your feet before you move into the shower.

The water is soothing, and the room quickly fills up with steam as you let the scalding heat wash away as much of the day as possible.

Reaching forward you place both hands on the shower wall, lean your head forward, and let the hot water smooth your tense shoulder muscles.

You’re not sure how long you stand like that in your shower. You shut your eyes and let the world fall away, urging yourself to let it all go. Today isn't important.

“Y/N?” Bucky's voice floats in from the doorway and a quick glance at the swirling steam tells you he's come in.

You watch his dark silhouette move towards your abandoned lingerie and watch him lift it up to look at, holding it by the thin shoulder straps.

He swallows hard then folds it and places it on the bathroom counter before looking towards you in the shower.

“Y/N?” He asks, unsure.

“Yeah?” You sigh, keeping your head ducked.

He doesn’t say anything again. For a moment you think that maybe he left, seeing as you’re not in the best mood.

Then you feel the heat from his body behind you, somehow hotter than the water falling on you.

He walks up behind you, pressing himself into you until there’s no room left between you. His hands flow smoothly along your arms until they reach your hands where he intertwines his fingers with your own.

He pulls your arms away from the wall and wraps you in his tight embrace, leaning down to kiss the crook of your neck.

As disappointed as you are about today, the fact is, Bucky has been gone for a while. Last night had been a bust and this is the first time you’ve been naked with him in weeks!

Unable to stand it, you turn yourself around, twirling under his arms to face him. He wastes no time in reading your body language. He pushes you back, pinning you against the wall as he hikes up your left leg to wrap it around his waist as he dips down so that his hard shaft prods tantalizingly against your sex.

You gasp, yearning for him more than you thought you could given the night's events.

His mouth finds your left breast, his tongue playing circles around your hardening nipple before he takes it completely into his mouth.

You moan, unable to help yourself as he continues to rock his hips, rubbing himself against you with penetrating. The hard dome of his rod slips from the center of your slippery wet lips to poke sensuously at your small nub making you twitch.

“Ooh, Bucky…” You sigh.

He pulls back suddenly, your hands and arms desperately trying to hold him in place as he pulls back and towards the shower door.

“Two seconds, babydoll.” He insists before vanishing into the steam.

“Bucky!” You cry after him, hating him for leaving you all revved up for the second time in two days.

You growl, turn around and lean your forehead against the cool tile wall. You run your right hand down along your stomach, sighing with anticipation as you think about Bucky buried deep within you.

You shut your eyes, letting your fingers find your nub. As you press on it, you twitch and gasp, wishing it was Bucky's hand making you squirm.

“Y/N?” Bucky asks from behind you.

You turn yourself around, your hand still held against your core. Your intent is to jump Bucky as soon as you spot him however this plan is quickly scrapped as you find Bucky down on one knee, butt naked, looking nervous.

You move your hand, stand up straighter, and feel the renewed butterflies in your stomach. Your heart aches, wanting to get excited but unwilling to allow it after what happened earlier.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, staring down at his hands, gathered together casually by his right thigh.

“I’ve got champagne waiting by your bed, which I covered in rose petals, and there's soft music playing and chocolate strawberries waiting for you in the bedroom. There’s also a big stuffed bear, like, almost as big as you and a black box with a diamond necklace, that one you kept looking at when we went shopping last month.

“I know I seriously fucked up the date. I’d spent so much time planning it and then it all went to shit, and I was actually supposed to do this at dinner. Seeing as that was a bust, I was gonna do it here, well out there in all the romance in your bedroom, but I have never loved you more than I love you in this moment.

“You can somehow look at me, as I am, scarred and broken and still want me. Even after I ruined the night which I know is a lot more important to you than you let on, you're still not pushing me away. Even after I ruined whatever you had planned with that pink lingerie you were clearly wearing under your dress, you still don’t punish me. Though, if I’m honest, the fact that I didn’t get to see you in it is punishment enough.

“I love you and it's officially midnight so, no longer Valentine's Day. Since you thought that was cheesy, I decided to wait out the clock. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N. So, will you marry me?”

Bucky brings his hands up, holding gently by the delicate band a sparkling solitaire diamond resting on a platinum band.

Your eyes scan the ring briefly before you find his eyes again.

“Bucky, we're naked. And in a shower.” You point out.

You'd just been touching yourself, thinking about him, imagining him doing things to you that would make even the most free-loving of people blush. It's so indecent and unexpected.

“Yeah.” Bucky agrees. “Whaddya say, Sugar? Will you be my wife?”

You can see the fear of rejection in his eyes and how he think you could possibly say anything but yes us beyond you.

“Of course, I’ll marry you, Bucky. Yes!” You laugh at the ridiculousness of the moment but eagerly hold out your left hand as he rises and watch him slip the stunning ring onto your finger.

“You’re mine, babydoll, forever.” He brags then pins you against the wall again, this time without hesitation as he finally buries himself within you.

And while Bucky gives you the fucking of your life, you can’t help but glance at your ring, ecstatic that finally one Valentine's Day will outshine all the rest, wiping them away with the promise of many more with Bucky by your side.

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The Journey’s In the Trip (Or Something Like That)

my fill for @it-more-like-lit for the @it2ficexchange! thank you to @denbroughbill and @whatdidisayhoney for putting this together!

Pairing: OT7, (Reddie, Benverly, and Steddie-centric)

Prompt: Hurt/Comfort, Road Trip

Warnings: None except Eddie having issues with Sonia’s nicknames

Read it below, or on Ao3!

It had started like any other day. Stan was the first one up, and he and Mike were making breakfast for the rest of them. They always went all out—cooking for seven people was no picnic. Bill was still asleep, in the bed that was much too large now that two of his boyfriends were absent from it. Eddie was very much awake, though, and being in bed with a still-sleeping Richie was getting increasingly frustrating.

He was too lazy this morning to not get a piggyback ride downstairs, but it was difficult to wake Richie up. Eddie was pretty sure his boyfriend could sleep through a town-wide attack by a killer clown. So here they were, Eddie struggling while Richie blissfully slept.

Eddie kept poking and prodding at Richie, to no avail. “Riiichieeee,” he whined, poking at his cheek again. Nothing. He got so close to him that their noses were touching. “Riiichard, wake uuup,” Eddie singsonged, pressing a light kiss to the bridge of his nose. That got a result. Richie’s nose crinkled up and he let out a soft groan, but didn’t open his eyes. Eddie grinned at that development. With all the months they’d all been together, and all the years they’d been friends before that, Eddie would’ve thought he knew everything about them. And yet, he still found out something new every day, another little trick to make one of them happy.

Bill always stuck an extra brush behind his ear when he painted. Why? None of them had any idea, but it might have something to do with how, when one of them noticed, they’d pluck the brush from him and paint all over him with invisible acrylic. It was inevitable, really. He always had an amused little smile on his face when they did it, and it usually ended in the other receiving a bunch of kisses from him because he just adored it.

Stan loved for one of them to do up his tie in the morning before he went to work. He was perfectly capable of doing it himself, but they knew he liked to have an excuse to be close to them without saying that was what he wanted. Some of them were better at it than others—Ben and Mike, namely. Richie was by far the worst, taking eons to struggle with it until Stan gently had to take over for him. Eddie secretly thought Stan liked that the best, though. It showed Richie cared.

Ben adored when he received an item of clothing from any of them. A childhood of sweatshirts and sweatpants left little room for developing style, which meant he’d found the style of each of the Losers creeping into his wardrobe. The Hawaiian shirts that hung loosely on Richie’s skinny frame fit perfectly on Ben, but Richie didn’t like to share, so he got Ben one for himself after seeing how much he enjoyed it. It all kind of snowballed from there, and now all the Losers got Ben clothes in their respective styles.

Bev loved to have her hair played with, whether that was one of them braiding it up or just twirling curls of it around their fingers. She’d go completely pliant, pressing lazy kisses to wherever she could reach. Ben especially liked to use this to his advantage when he was too shy to kiss her out of nowhere. Bev was very aware of this, but she loved it; it just made her fall even more in love with him.

Mike loved to be brought breakfast in bed. Cooking for six people was fun, sure, but even with Stan’s help, it could be exhausting. So when anyone put in the effort to wake up a little earlier and make some waffles or even just cut up some fruit for him, he always appreciated the hell out of it. Eddie was guilty of that plenty. He wasn’t the best at cooking, but he liked to butter Mike up with some toast and eggs when he wanted to have date night. Mike was incredible, but he was busy, and finding time to be with him one-on-one was difficult. A little breakfast in bed seemed to make it a little easier.

Although Eddie didn’t like to admit it, he was thrilled when any of them gave him piggyback rides. Even Bev tried, although she had more of a difficult time with it. He was four inches taller and muscular, but she’d be damned if she didn’t try. Something about the action always made Eddie sappy and soft. He used to hate when anyone commented on or teased him about his size or his sensitivity, but since getting together with the boys, he’d learned to love both parts. Eddie was now much more openly affectionate, and he loved that his shorter stature allowed the guys to carry him with ease.

And now, Eddie just discovered a “thing” of Richie’s; kissing was an effective tool to wake him up. He was sure he learned it before, but his memory constantly failed him. He was convinced it was because of his mother; she had stunted his brain growth with all the medications, and now his memory was shoddy. It was a theory he’d never been able to confirm but had wondered about since he found out about the placebos. But this wasn’t a time for him to focus on that. Instead, Eddie preferred to focus on the sleepy man in front of him.

“Baby baby,” Eddie cooed, pecking at his boyfriend’s cheeks and forehead and nose, giggling delightedly at each little sound and scrunch of his face. “Wake up, Richard, you gotta bring me downstairs.” He pressed a kiss to his chapped lips for the first—but certainly not the last—time of the day, and like Snow White, Richie’s lashes fluttered open.

He looked like Snow White too—pale skin and pink cheeks and frizzy black hair fluffed across the pillow. Goofy looking Snow White, that was him. His limbs were spread out across the bed in such a way that Eddie had to contort himself just to fall asleep, and he had some dried drool on his chin. Handsomest man alive.

“Good morning, honey,” Eddie greeted to a still half-asleep Richie, kissing him again.

“Mmph, mornin’,” Richie groaned tiredly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Eddie cuddled up to him more, resting his head on his chest and brushing his hair out of his face.

“How’d you sleep, baby?”

“Dreamt about your mom the whole time, so I’d say pretty good,” he drawled, grinning when he received an elbow to the side.

“Richieee,” Eddie sighed. At this point, he was used to it, but it didn’t make it any less gross. “Come on, babe, get up an’ brush your teeth so you can bring me downstairs.”

Richie pushed himself up with a little smirk. “As you wish, my liege.” He hopped out of bed and gave a little bow, passing Ben and Beverly’s room on the way to the bathroom.

“Ben, come on, it’ll be so fun!” Beverly pleaded, kissing all over his face in an attempt to sway him. He laughed at her enthusiasm, kissing her back softly once she reached his lips.

“Okay, okay,” he said finally, holding his hands up in defeat. “If they say no, though, I’ll say I had no part in this.” Ben grinned and threw back the covers, slowly getting out of bed. He had boxers on but no pants or shirt, which Bev was incredibly thankful for. He’d gotten so much more confident since they all got together and it made them endlessly happy to see it. He’d lost a little weight since high school, sure, but Bev was ever-so-slightly selfishly convinced that it was their constant doting that helped him get to the attitude towards his body Ben had today.

Bev stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, though she still wasn’t tall enough to reach his lips. She settled for pressing a light kiss to his left pec, making him blush. “Come on, then, Benji! Let’s go ask!” She grabbed onto his hand and tugged him out of the room. Ben laughed at her enthusiasm and let himself be led downstairs.

Richie caught sight of them making their way down the hallway while he was in the bathroom. “Benny Boy! Bev, my queen! C’mere an’ gimme a goo’ mornin’ kiss!” he greeted, voice muffled around the toothbrush.

“Ew, Rich, you’ve got toothpaste on your chin,” Bev complained, but did a little jump to kiss his cheek anyway.

“Thanks, babe.” Richie grinned, more toothpaste dribbling out his mouth.

“Bev’s right, Richie, that’s kinda gross,” Ben teased, mussing his boyfriend’s already messy hair as he kissed him on the forehead. “Better clean up quick, Bev’s got a proposition.” Richie’s eyes widened and he waggled his eyebrows. “Not that kind of proposition, Richie,” Ben said, smiling even as he rolled his eyes. “Hurry up, sweetheart.” He kissed him again, this time on the cheek, before going downstairs with Bev.

Richie blushed. A year of being together and he still hadn’t gotten used to Ben’s petnames and soft touches. He finished up in the bathroom quickly before coming back to the bedroom. Eddie was still lying there, hand draped dramatically over his eyes.

“When will my boyfriend return from war?” he lamented. “It’s been decades, he must be home soon!” Eddie’s hand flopped back on the bed and he slowly opened his eyes to see Richie standing over him, rolling his eyes back so all Eddie could see were the whites. “Jesus, Rich!” he screeched, jerking up. “Don’t do that, you know that scares the shit outta me!” He clutched his heart, making Richie laugh.

“You’re such a cutie when you’re scared,” Richie teased, leaning down to kiss Eddie softly. “Well, you’re a cutie all the time, but still. C’mon, Spaghetti, position yourself.” He turned around, crouching low so Eddie could clamber onto his back. Once he did, Richie stood up straight, hands holding his boyfriend’s thighs firmly. “All good?” He felt a confirming nod against his shoulder and smiled. “Alright, baby.”

Richie made his way down the stairs slowly, for once. He didn’t wanna drop Eddie. That would not be ideal.

They got to the kitchen to see everyone else already there; Bill had made it down sometime earlier. “Hello, my loves!” Richie greeted happily, going around the room to collect kisses from the three he hadn’t already received one from.

“Good morning, babylove,” Stan responded, looking down at the stove to make sure the pancakes weren’t burning. He looked up briefly when he heard Richie approach, and a soft smile grew across his face. “Bug a little sleepy this morning?” he teased at the sight of Eddie, eyes closed as his head rested in Richie’s shoulder. Eddie nodded, pouting a little.

“Think someone’s feeling needy,” Richie stage whispered, earning him a weak slap on the chest. Both of them laughed. “Am I wrong?” He didn’t get a response, which made them laugh harder. He turned his head and kissed Eddie’s hair. “It’s alright, baby, I don’t mind,” he whispered, turning back to face the other man. “C’mere, Staniel, gimme a smooch.”

With that same soft smile, Stan cupped Richie’s cheek and brought him down into a gentle kiss. “Now shoo,” he chastised, although he was grinning. “If you wanna eat, you can’t distract me.”

“Anything for food—I mean you,” Richie joked as he turned around, earning himself another smack. This time, it was from Stan and on the ass. “Woo! Staniel, gettin’ rough! I love it, but wait for later, alright?” Stan rolled his eyes and turned back to the pancakes with a grin.

Richie went to put his boyfriend down, but he got a muffled “Mm mm” in response.

“Baby,” he laughed, “I can’t hold you up forever, my arms are already shaking. You can sit on my lap, how ‘bout that?” A pause. Then a sigh and a nod. “Thanks, hon.” He put Eddie down gently, kissing him on the cheek before dancing over to Mike.

The taller man laughed, pulling Richie into a hug as he kissed him. “Someone’s cheerful,” Mike observed, running a hand through his boyfriend’s hair in a futile attempt to detangle it. Richie poked out his tongue a bit as he grinned.

“And why shouldn’t I be? Birds chirpin’, sun’s shinin’, got my whole posse of sexy men and woman here. Things are great for Richie Tozier on this fine morning,” he declared, kissing Mike on both cheeks before moving to Bill.

He seemed to be half asleep in his chair, eyelids drooping. “Mornin’, sunshine!” Richie singsonged loudly. Bill grumbled something under his breath, most likely a curse aimed at the other. He ignored it. “Lucky you, Billiam, you get a wakeup kiss!” He crouched to be eye level with him, cupping his face before pulling him into a deep kiss. Bill protested at first simply from exhaustion, but quickly fell into it, arms looping around Richie’s neck. Bev wolf-whistled, making both of them grin. When Richie finally pulled away, he tapped Bill’s cheek. “Awake now?”

Bill glared, begrudgingly admitting, “Yes.” Richie smirked, pecking his lips again before going over to his chair where Eddie already sat. He tapped his hip and Eddie hopped up, barely waiting for Richie to sit down before he was plopping back down on his lap. Richie wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“So, what’s this proposition of Bev’s? If it’s not a sex thing, it better be really good,” he warned.

Beverly huffed. “It is good, Tozier, don’t get your panties in a twist. Y’all ready?” They all looked at her expectantly. She drew it out for a bit longer, enjoying the impatient looks on their faces. “Okay, I’ll tell you.” She clasped her hands together, grinning widely. “We’re going on a road trip!” she announced, bouncing on her toes.

Ben laughed, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You can’t just say we’re going, honey, you’re supposed to ask,” he reminded her with a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Bev rolled her eyes. “Fine. May we, pretty please, go on a road trip?” she simpered, clasping her hands together and batting her lashes.

Richie let out a delighted laugh at both the proposition and the edited statement. “Miss Mahsh, ah do believe thayt’s the peachiest idea in the whole goshdurn world!” he replied in a Southern drawl, grinning widely. His leg shook, bouncing Eddie on his lap and making him laugh.

“That Voice was actually better than most, Rich,” Mike observed teasingly before turning to Bev. “That’s an awesome idea, Bev,” he said genuinely. “When do you wanna go?” His hand was around Stan’s waist as he piled pancakes onto a plate, bringing both the plate and Stan over to the table. Richie grabbed one instantly, not waiting for a plate of his own. He rolled it up like a taco and stuffed it in his mouth, making Eddie groan.

“You’re gonna choke, bubba, it’s too early to do the Heimlich,” he complained, but he was smiling. “Let’s do it, Bev!” Stan and Bill also replied with enthusiasm, and Bev clapped her hands excitedly.

“Perfect! Better eat up, boys, because we’re leaving in an hour!” she announced happily.

The kitchen immediately erupted into chaos.

“Richie, stop! You’re seriously gonna choke,” Eddie chastised as Richie stuffed another pancake into his mouth to fuel up before they left.

“You could give me something else to—”

“Don’t!” Eddie’s face turned red. making Richie cackle. “Bev, why didn’t you tell us before? If you wanted us to leave so soon?” She opened her mouth to respond, but Eddie continued, “We gotta get packing! There’s not enough time!” He sounded nervous, and Stan seemed to be on the same page.

“We’ll have to be efficient, but we could pull it off,” Stan reasoned, twirling a blond curl around his finger absentmindedly. “No distractions—that means you two!” He pointed accusedly towards Richie and Eddie, but only Richie noticed.

“Staniel, I am shocked and offended that you’d ever even think such a thing!” Richie blew a kiss his way. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you out. I’ll be a distraction for you, too!”

Stan wasn’t paying attention anymore, too busy mentally planning their itinerary, but Bill answered for him. “I’ll t-take his d-d-distraction, Richie.” He grinned and Richie winked at him.

Mike raised his hand, cocking his head. “Isn’t anyone wondering where we’re going?”

He was barely heard over the rest of them, but Bev responded cheerily, “The journey’s in the trip! Or something like that. C’mon, why don’t we live on the edge?” That seemed to shut the rest of them up and they all turned back to Beverly. She looked pleased with this and continued. “I mean, really. We’ve never done anything really impulsive—”

Eddie snorted. “I think your and Richie’s modeling career—which failed, might I add—could be considered impulsive, but go off.”

Bev rolled her eyes. “That was meant to fail, Eddie, that doesn’t count.” Eddie laughed again but said nothing, which she took as a cue to continue. “It’ll be a really great experience, we’re gonna have so much fun, guys! Please?”

They all looked at her, then at each other, having a silent conversation, then back at her. Bill, ever the leader, stood up and grinned. “Luh-let’s do it.”

Richie pumped his fist in the air. “Road trip!” he crowed, and they all exchanged excited glances this time.

“Road trip!” they cheered.

It had been two days since then, and the Losers were now stopped at a gas station in Fort Wayne, Indiana. The trip had gone mostly smoothly until then. Stan, Mike, and Ben had switched off driving in Ben’s minivan, going basically wherever they felt. There were a few small arguments about how they would sleep, but nothing major had disrupted the trip. Until now.

Eddie crossed his arms, huffing. “Richie, I’m not gonna pay for your cigarettes. It’s not my fault you’re broke and addicted,” he muttered, glaring out the window as Bill filled up the gas tank.

“Hey! I said I’d pay you back. Come on, Eddie-bear, lighten up a little!” Richie teased, reaching over and pinching his cheeks. The nickname had the opposite effect, however. Eddie’s eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” he said lowly, and stormed outside, slamming the car door behind him.

“Eds, wait—” Richie called, quickly realizing his mistake, but it was too late. He bit his lip. “Shit.” His head whipped around to the others, who were all watching him with tense expressions. “Should I—” he started, but Stan cut him off.

“I’ll go,” he said shortly, and let himself out of the driver’s seat, following briskly after Eddie. He found the smaller boy watching the slushie machine fill up his cup to the point of overflowing, sticky blue running over his hand. Stan touched his shoulder lightly, and he jumped, spilling slushie on his pink sweater. Eddie turned around then, the tears that had been forming in his eyes now spilling over in pure frustration. Stan’s expression turned soft and he pulled his boyfriend in close, trying his hardest not to grimace at the feeling of the drink seeping into his own shirt. “It’s okay, Eddie,” he whispered, stroking his hair gently.

Eddie’s lip quivered and he buried his face in Stan’s chest. “He knows—he knows he can’t call me that,” he said bitterly, hugging the other tightly.

Stan nodded in agreement. “He does, but you know sometimes his mouth moves faster than his brain. I’m not saying that excuses it, though. He shouldn’t have called you that.”

A shuddery sigh. “I just—I hate thinking about her. About what she did to me. And I’ve been able to keep my mind off her for a while now. But then he had to go and open his stupid mouth—” Eddie broke off into a choked sob, making the cashier look away from the TV. Stan shook his head, giving him a smile that he hoped conveyed He’s fine. The cashier raised an eyebrow, but slowly turned back to the TV.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, Bug. You know he didn’t mean it. We can stay here as long as you want, but you know he wasn’t trying to hurt you, right?” Stan asked him quietly, holding Eddie’s head to his chest.

Eddie nodded and stayed mostly quiet for the next few minutes, although he let out hiccupy sobs every once in a while. Stan continued to stroke his hair, whispering soft assurances. Eventually, Eddie straightened up, wiping the tears off his face with his non-slushie covered hand. He smiled shakily up at Stan. “Thank you, Stanny,” he said quietly. “Sorry for getting your shirt dirty.”

The taller boy smiled softly, caressing his boyfriend’s cheek. “Of course, babylove. And don’t worry, it’s Bill’s anyway.” Eddie laughed, sniffling as he reached for Stan’s hand. He took it and kissed it, smiling still. “Anyway, purple’s your color.” Stan nodded towards the stained sweater, making Eddie giggle again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Bug. How ‘bout we get you cleaned up and then we’ll go outside, huh? You want me to get you a new shirt?”

Eddie nodded, going into the bathroom after Stan kissed him and left. A year ago, he would’ve had a panic attack over a bathroom like this: grimy, the single fluorescent bulb flickering, and a stain that looked suspiciously like blood spattered on the wall. He was a little freaked, yes, and he wasn’t going to touch anything he didn’t absolutely have to, but he didn’t feel the tightness of his chest that preceded an attack. Just one more of countless ways the Losers had made his life better. They helped him to stop panicking over every little thing, to not be so obsessed about germs and sickness. Eddie still had a healthy respect for it, but not nearly as much of a fear as he used to.

Just then, Eddie caught a glimpse of lettering under the mirror, and leaned in to take a closer look. The graffiti there read MW+WB, EH+MM, and DH+LS, all cramped into a messy Sharpie heart. Eddie smiled a bit to himself. Whoever these initials belonged to, he hoped they were happy. Hoped they were still together. He liked to think they were.

A knock on the door disrupted Eddie’s train of thought. “It’s me, babylove, open up,” came Stan’s soft voice. Eddie grabbed a paper towel and opened the door with it over the handle, smiling when he saw Stan’s shirt selection. It was one of his own, a light yellow polo.

“You’re a sap, Stanley Uris,” Eddie teased, but closed the door behind them both and shimmied out of his shirt. He handed the stained one to Stan and took the polo, putting it on and tucking it into his shorts. It was a little too large on him, but it was soft and smelled like Stan, so he didn’t mind at all. He noticed the other staring at him and blushed. “What?”

Stanley shook his head, smiling. “Nothing...you’re just cute, is all.”

That made Eddie blush even harder. “Shut up, loser,” he teased, pushing up on his toes to meet him in a kiss. “I love you so much,” he whispered once they pulled away.

Stan kissed him again with a smile. “Love you too, Bug. Now, let’s go back out to the car, yeah?” Eddie bit his lip and nodded. “Alright, come on.” The curly-haired boy took his boyfriend’s hand and led him back out to the car.

Richie was pacing in front of the store, running his fingers through his hair. When Eddie came out, he ran to him, but didn’t hug him, too afraid to make him more upset. “Eds, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset, you know I didn’t mean it—”

“I know,” came the soft reply, Eddie toying with the hem of his shorts. Stan kissed him on the temple before heading back to the car, wanting to give them their moment. “It’s okay, bubba. You weren’t thinking.”

Richie breathed a sigh of relief, then pulling Eddie into a hug. “I’m sorry, baby. I really am. I know you don’t like to talk about her—”

“And I still don’t. Just forget it, okay?” Eddie looked up at him, nodding reassuringly. “I promise, Rich, it’s alright.” And to prove it, he looped his arms around his neck and stood up on his tiptoes. It was harder than kissing Stan; Richie was a lot taller than him. But Eddie managed, pulling him down a little to make up the difference. Richie could barely kiss back for how much he was smiling.

“Yowza, Eds! Guess I’m forgiven, then!” Eddie rolled his eyes, kissing him again.

“‘Course you are, I already said that, Rich,” he told him, laughing a little. “Let’s go, yeah? I wanna get far away from that bathroom.” Eddie shuddered at the memory, making Richie laugh, too.

“Alrighty, then! Next stop: Bitchass, Nowhere,” Richie joked, throwing an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “A.K.A., wherever Stan decides to take us next.” He opened the door for his boyfriend, bowing low and making him giggle.

“Thank you, my good sir,” Eddie responded to the act, bowing as well before hopping in the car. He could tell the air was thick with tension, all of them holding their breaths. “Guys, it’s okay, I’m fine now, swear.” They all collectively let out a breath and Eddie laughed. “You guys are so not subtle.”

“You can’t really blame us, little bee,” Ben said amiably, reaching in front of him to hold his hand. “You can get...easily riled up.” Even as he spoke, his face was scrunched up in concern that he’d set him off. Eddie turned around and stared at Ben, and everyone sucked in a breath. All of a sudden, he burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry—” he wheezed. “It’s just—you called me bee—and—well—look at me!” Eddie gestured to his yellow shirt and black shorts. It was dumb, but they all found it just as hilarious, and soon they were cracking up with him. The laughter died down but Ben kissed his hand, still laughing softly.

“You’re the cutest, baby,” he whispered, kissing his hand again.

Eddie turned back around, flashing Ben a smile. “I know,” he joked. Richie grabbed onto his other hand and kissed that one, never one to be outdone. Eddie smiled at both of them. He loved all of his boyfriends so much.

“So where are we going, Stanley?” Bev asked, poking her head out from behind Eddie’s seat. Stan turned around and stretched to hand her the map.

“There’s a town on our way out of Indiana that looks kinda cute,” Stan responded, turning back and pulling out of the gas station. “It’s called Hawkins.”

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Day 7 – Free day, First Meeting, KaruFuu

last day, and this was a really sweet one to end on! much thanks to @narutofemslashevent for holding this event, it was a ton of fun to write for and I have so much lovely gay fic to catch up on now! look forwards to hopefully doing this again next year!!!

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Day 7 – Free day, First Meeting, KaruFuu

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“I heard that in Kumo, the air’s so thin that everyone who lives there has lungs twice as big as everywhere else! Is that true?” The girl didn’t look down at her, even as she asked the question, just stared straight up at the grey, but pleasantly sombre-looking sky.

Karui’s neck almost hurt in sympathy. “No way, that’s gotta be bull.”

“So-” those burnt orange eyes finally glanced down at her, tiny smirk hinting at smugness “-you don’t actually know then?”

She glared, forcing her mouth into as straight a line as she could manage. Fuck she hated it when she got played like this. “Of course not, why would I? I ain’t a fuckin’ medic!” She kicked at a stone, trying to pretend she wasn’t pouting like a child, but the strange look a random passer-by gave her suggested she was doing a poor job.

Fuu giggled and took a couple steps forwards on the low wall, teetering heavily but never falling. “Well, you should ask when you get home!”

She wanted to snap that there was no way she’d ever ask her village’s doctors such a stupid question… but she had to admit that if it were true that’d be pretty damn sick. Eventually, she settled for just keeping up her stony silence and idly watching the people of Takigakure going about their day, though she mentally filed away the information for later.

Perhaps she could trick Omoi into asking for her.

The strange girl keeping her company didn’t press the issue, just kept dancing along the narrow, brick wall, bare feet raised on tip-toes as she stepped back and forth. When she reached the end of the wall, she’d spin on her heels, before wobbling her way back up, whenever she came to the spot where Karui was sitting – and adamantly refusing to move from – she’d leap over her head, or step around her, apparently she had no concept of ‘personal space’.

Karui sighed and pulled at the loose threads on her skirt. How much longer was Bee gonna take? She’d been sitting outside the Kage offices for almost three hours now, and the first two and a half of those hours had been spent pacing and sighing and seriously considering the political ramifications of a lowly chunin barging into a top-secret meeting between one village's Kage and another's jinchuriki. As much as she hated to admit it, her teammate had had the right idea when he’d wandered off to appreciate Takigakure’s grand vistas.

She was just about to accept her fate to spend the rest of the day staring unseeingly into the deep, terrible void of boredom when a cute, chipper girl had landed on the wall next to her and started peppering her with questions.

“Sooo…” And there she went again. “How’re you finding the village?”

Karui hummed and looked at the small market opposite them and the people milling about there. “I dunno. Quaint.” She caught the eye of a middle-aged man, he immediately dropped his head and hurried down the street, though he wasn't quick enough for her to miss the dark sneer he'd sent her way.

A suspicious folk, these waterfall villagers. Present company excluded.

The look on Fuu’s face suggested that she disagreed, which confirmed Karui’s suspicions that she'd never left her home village. “What's it like in Kumo then? You got a huge high-tech city?”

“Yup.” She didn't bother to elaborate, not even when the girl immediately launched into a barrage of questions so long she didn't stop until all her breath had run out.

She was clearly annoyed that her curiosity wasn't being sated, pouting like a toddler and stamping away. Only to the end of the wall though, once there, she spun in place to retrace her steps.

Karui expected her to take the trip at the same slow, lazy pace she’d taken the last several dozen, so was entirely unprepared when she took a running start and cartwheeled over her, small, surprisingly strong, hands using Karui’s shoulders as a helpful launching pad.

High, tinkling laughter filtered through the pounding of her heart in her ears, enough to snap her out of her shock and glare at the other girl. “Fucking!” She had planned to say something else, really, but the angry tirade fizzled out of her brain the second she saw Fuu’s grin, so wide it showed off almost every one of her teeth, laughter turning her dark cheeks red as she clutched at her own stomach, tears beading at the corners of her eyes as her breath escaped her.

Karui wasn't usually one for reading into things, but she couldn't help but feel that this was the face of someone who hadn't laughed in a very long time, and intended to make the most of it while it lasted.

“Just… get off that wall, will ya,” she eventually said, glaring into the distance and fighting back the heat on her cheeks, “if you break your neck while I’m nearby someone’s gonna try and pin the blame on the foreign ninja and start another war.”

She was still laughing, though she quietened down enough to answer, “No one would blame you, they’d probably thank you instead.” Her happy tone and dark words didn't match at all, leaving Karui feeling as though she might tip off the wall, even though she was the one sitting down.

“Why would they do that?” she asked, slow and careful, praying that she wasn't overstepping like she always did.

“‘Cause I’m a jinchuriki.”

Karui started. That… wasn't at all what she'd expected to hear, though it certainly explained Bee’s sudden interest in coming here. She examined the girl a little more closely, applying this new information to the inconsistencies she'd noticed earlier.

The glares she'd been receiving from complete strangers might have more to do with her company than her nationality. Her slim frame suddenly made more sense; in her, admittedly limited, experience, jinchuriki seemed to burn through energy quicker than Omoi burned through lollipops, Bee and Yugito counteracted it by eating incredible amounts, but in a village less understanding, it made sense that a girl like Fuu might be malnourished. She also just acted… odd. Not in a bad way, Karui was enjoying her company well enough, but she didn't quite seem to grasp usual social conventions, like not walking up to complete strangers and asking them random questions about their home.

She dropped her head back to stare up at the smattering of wispy clouds, leaning heavily against her hands. “Huh.” Honestly, she had no idea what else to say.

“Huh?” Fuu’s head suddenly blocked her view of the sky – far closer than most people would tolerate, but Karui had to admit that the other girl had very pretty eyes – glaring down at her like she'd gravely insulted her entire clan.

She blinked up at her. “Huh.”

It was amusing to watch her entire face screw up into a confused, but kinda cute, scowl. “Whaddya mean ‘huh’?”

“Doesn’t mean anything, ‘s just interesting is all.”

Of course she knew what she was really asking, but she didn’t really see what there was to explain; she didn’t care that Fuu was a jinchuriki, except that now she had even more respect for her, just like she had with the two from Kumo.

Fuu continued to frown at her, before poking harshly in the middle of her forehead. “You’re weird.”

Karui grinned, reaching up to poke her back. “That’s rich coming from you,” she said, snickering at the expression she received in return, “you’re cute though, so it’s all cool.”

When Fuu literally fell off the wall into the green shrubbery contained by it, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing, even as she twisted round to try and help her out of it. By the time she was upright and sitting safely next to her, that messy, minty green hair was even wilder than it was to start with, leaves and twigs sticking out at every angle; Karui casually brushed the worst of it away, biting her lip to hide the grin at how red the girl’s cheeks were getting.

She kept brushing through those soft, slightly-frizzy strands, long after she’d removed the last leaf, wondering just how far she was willing to push this moment, when a familiar bellow made her shriek and fall backwards herself.

“YOOO! Karu-killer!” B landed so heavily that the ground shook – she didn’t even wanna know where he’d leapt from. “We’re gonna be stayin’ here a while, so you better show me that smile!”

Looking up at the girl giggling next to her as she clambered back up, it really wasn’t difficult.

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#ictoan writes #narutofemslashweek2018 #karufuu #karui #fū #fuu #fuu of takigakure #what's the tag idek #i really need to write more of these two they're super cute together..#i really just need to write more fuu in general #this was really nice to write for some reason #thanks again to everyone involved in the event!!#yallre absolute sTARS

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laurabartcnx · 6 years

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@that-archer-guy sent ‘ First kiss ‘

Laura had never thought she would be dating. Much less since her days were spent in books and classrooms and by night she would don a light blue dress and apron, serving pies and coffee late night at a cafe.

The life of a former farm girl in Iowa living in the big city was definitly a change for her. From driving tractors to taking transit, from having friends and family to nothing. That all changed when she met a regular at her cafe named Clint. He was a couple years older than her and really good at archery.

Eventually that respect for her favorite regular became a friendship and finally he asked for her number. She was surprised that she would find that kind of time. The brunette could only take a chance. The date was great in her mind, but then again, she never had the time to go out on a date so she had no basis for comparision.

Took until date number three to really get the fire going. Laura asked if he could attend her Universities graduation. It took some finessing to get him into a suit, but she managed to convince him. Clint picked Laura up at her place, the female donning a red dress, hair down in waves as she looked so different from her normal attire. She smiled seeing him in a suit, and she kept that smile almost all night.

Lauras colleagues had to ask about him once he wasn’t paying attention. Laura giggled and explained they are seeing each other and still wasn’t sure if she wanted them to be exclusive. It took a moment of Clint watching her and reading her lips before he decided to be bold. Slamming back a bit of liquid courage, he got off the seat, buttoning his blazer, approaching Laura.

Laura turned and smiled at him as he placed a hand on her lower back, pulling her petite frame up against her, their lips colliding together gently. Laura’s hazel hues widened in shock, but feeling the desire rise, she closed her eyes and caressed his cheek with her free hand. The kiss lasted a few moments, causing her colleagues to leave them be.

“Wow... That was... new.” Laura’s cheek flushed red, the woman nearly out of breath when the kiss finished.

“Well what can I say? I’m your mystery man.” Clint smirked, rubbing his neck.

“I was hoping this wasn’t date number 3 Laur. Kinda wanted to ask to be your boyfriend or however these things work. You’re smart, funny and well? Overall not insane or lazy. I’ve gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting to like someone like you ever in my life. So Uh... Yeah will you be my girlfriend?” Laura couldn’t help but giggle as she pressed her lips softly to his.

“I wasn’t sure you were gonna ask Mystery Man. Wanna bail and get some pizza?”

“Dream girl I swear.” Clint grabbed her hand and proceeded to the nearest pizza shop.

#I hope this is okay #The ask dissapeared halfway through my writing #so I made it into an actual post #Claura #Laura Barton #Clint Barton #Hawkeye #drabble #my writing please ask to reblog

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swordandcat · 6 years

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Coming Home

(AO3 Link)

NSFW Warning! ChikaYo smut

disclaimer: Yo is bi

It’s remarkable how much things can stay the same, even after years have passed.

Yo looks out of the window as she drives her pickup truck down the lazy roads of Uchiura. It’s like a page out of a history book; a lazy coastal town forgotten by the passage of time, forever trapped in an idyllic limbo. Even over the rumble of the engine, Yo can hear the nostalgic gurgle of the waves rushing up onto shore, ebbing and flowing in a mesmerizing pattern. She can smell the salt and slight sweetness in the air, a blend of the scents of mikan groves further uphill and the salty brine from the ocean blue. It’s the same squat houses lining the street, the same traditional shopfronts, maybe a little more worn and battered but still holding out.

Still, as she looks, she notices that inevitably civilization has crept its way into the little town. A few of the older stores have been replaced by newer stores, some of them chain stores from Numazu. The town must’ve refurbished some of the public facilities as well - she spots rows of benches, sometimes, and that old playground they always used to go to looks a little cleaner than before.

Spotting a familiar driveway, Yo coaxes the truck to a gentle stop, parking it in front of a large, traditionally constructed building. The front looks the same, at least, Yo muses, poking her head out of the window to look around. The dog houses seems to have multiplied even more, she notes, and the old flowers in the gardens swapped out for newer bushes. But otherwise everything looks like not a day has passed since Yo's last been here.

Yo tries to make an effort to visit, but work just piles up, and adulting is harder than she expected.

“Ah— Shiitake, no! You’re gonna leave drool all over my— Bad girl! Let go!”

Yo's ears perk up at the sound of a certain voice, burned into her memory since forever. Yo doesn’t think she could forget that voice even if she tried. A woman stumbles out of the front of the Tochiman inn, dragging along a large shaggy dog which has latched itself onto her leg. She struggles for a moment, before she looks up and notices Yo waiting.

“Yo, Yo!” She waves.

Yo rolls her eyes. “Are you ever going to stop using that line?” She asks, getting out of the truck and shutting the door behind her. Shiitake’s eyes seem to light up as Yo approaches, detaching itself from Chika and pouncing at Yo. “Whoa, girl! Down!”

Chika grins, shaking her head as she steps up to give Yo a hug. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it; that’s the Takami family way. Well, mostly my way, but Takami family also!”

“I guess some things never change,” Yo says wryly, returning Chika’s hug after administering satisfactory belly rubs to Shiitake. She holds the hug for a moment, and Chika continues the hug for maybe a second longer than is necessary before she pulls away, giving Yo a brilliant smile, her eyes gleaming happily. “How are you doing, Chika? You look… different.”

Chika’s grown her hair out; she looks almost like Shima, but she still keeps part of her hair braided, and she still has a bit of an ahoge. Her figure has definitely filled out, though. While Yo's been busy working out and building up the physique of a professional athlete, Chika’s body has rounded out into a figure more fitting of a woman than a girl.

“Hey now, eyes up here, hotshot,” Chika says, and Yo's eyes shoot back up to Chika’s face, flustered by being caught. Her cheeks burn a little from embarrassment. “That a good different, then?”

“Yeah,” Yo nods. “Great different. Definitely.”

Chika smiles, satisfied. “Good.” She scans Yo up and down, noticeably brisker than Yo's appraisal. “You look good, too. You’ve been working out.”

Yo flexes an arm. She’s buffer than ever, but she’s mindful of her routine so she’s not grossly ripped like those workout junkies. She doesn’t skip leg day, for one. Chika titters, but pushes Yo's arm down. “Spare me the gun show, Yo. God knows Kanan does it enough already.”

Yo laughs, and with a pat on the butt sends Shiitake back into the house. As much as she wants to catch up with the doggo, she promised Chika she’d take her for a joyride on her truck, and there’s only room for two in the pickup.

“I need to hit her up sometime. We haven’t had a proper talk in a while,” Yo says, sighing.

“Mm… who do you keep contact with? I barely see you online in the chatroom anymore,” Chika asks, as she circles around the truck to get to the passenger side. She pulls the door open, and gets into the truck. “Ooh. Soft seats. Comfy.”

“It’s well loved,” Yo laughs, patting the seat on the driver side before getting into the truck as well. As she starts the engine back up, she thinks about Chika’s question. “Well, Yoshiko’s still crashing in my apartment, but I don’t go home really often because training. Uh… When I have time I try to track down Ruby too, she’s still working at that fashion agency I think.”

“Well, I know for a fact that Kanan has time tomorrow, you can totally go see her then,” Chika says. “Mari’s probably there, too.”

“Tempting, but…” Yo shakes her head ruefully. “I gotta head back today. I don’t really have the time.”

“Aw. That’s a shame.” Chika sighs. “So… Yoshiko’s still trying to make it as a writer?”

“Yeah. It’s slow going but I think she managed to get the attention of a publisher a while back,” Yo says. She checks the mirror, and drives the truck back out onto the street. “She might be moving out soon. She mentioned maybe going to live with her girlfriend, but she’s not sure yet.”

“Dang. Look at her, having a meaningful relationship.” Chika says, kicking back to enjoy the ride. She glances at Yo. “So, where are you planning to take me, exactly?”

Yo shrugs. “Remember that time Mari took us all for a road trip, before the school closed down? It’s kinda like that. I just wanted to see you, I guess.”

“Aww. I missed you too.” Chika smiles.

Yo glances at Chika as she says that, and breathes out. “I’ve just been so busy recently.”

“Work?”

“That and school.”

Chika nods her head slowly, and the interior of the truck lapses into a comfortable silence.

Yo is a professional swimmer, but on the side she’s also furthering her studies in marine engineering. Chika once said she was being overambitious, but back then Yo had reassured her that nothing was going to change.

The frame of the truck rattles as it goes over a speed bump, and the µ’s bobbleheads on the dashboard jiggle vigorously. The truck gradually pulls away from the main street and into the outskirts of town, where there are more trees and hilly swells than houses.

“Oh, I saw your last competition,” Chika mentions.

“Did you now?”

“Well, I try to catch them whenever they’re being broadcasted.” Chika says. She gives Yo a small smile. “I want to know what my favourite person in the world is up to, you know? Especially if she doesn’t come online to chat.”

Yo's cheeks flush. “I said I was busy.”

“It can’t be that hard to come online once in a while,” Chika pouts. “Is competitive swimming really that intense?”

“Well I—” Yo starts, before she hesitates, falling silent for a moment. Finally she only meekly says, “Sorry. I’ll try harder in the future.”

“It gets kind of lonely here, now that Riko’s left for that concert tour,” Chika says. “I’d appreciate a call now and then.”

“I’ll call,” Yo nods. “I promise. I came back, didn’t I?”

“After what - a year of radio silence?” Chika says. “For a solid six months the only things I’ve heard of you came indirectly through Yoshiko and Ruby. The last private message I’ve got from you was from last year.”

Yo swallows, her mouth feeling dry.

There’s a quiet accusation in Chika’s tone; not openly hostile, more an undertone of disappointment. And it’s entirely justified. Chika’s acting as friendly as ever, but Yo is sure that she’s hurt Chika by avoiding her these few months.

“There was a lot going on,” Yo says weakly.

“Like what?” Chika says, her carefully controlled voice betraying just a hint of emotion.

“I, uh,” Yo breathes out slowly, keeping her eye on the road. She doesn’t dare look at what Chika’s expression is like. “It’s…” She falls silent, her mouth feeling dry.

“Yo,” Chika interjects, sensing her hesitation. Her voice is firm, but when she speaks again she’s gentle and supportive. “If there’s something going on, you know you can tell me.”

Yo glances at Chika. It’s easy to forget that, with how ditzy Chika can act even after graduating from college and settling down to run the inn, she’s always had this knack for noticing when things were wrong ever since they were kids. Chika’s surprisingly observant and sensitive like that.

Chika’s eyes seem to bore into her own, and Yo finds herself incapable of avoiding her gaze.

“…Fine.” Yo looks around for somewhere to stop. She spots a lay-by along the road, overlooking the ocean and the outskirts of town, and eases the truck into it. “It’s… kind of a long story.”

“We have time,” Chika says.

Yo glances at the clock on the dashboard. “True,” she admits. She leans back, sitting comfortably in the seat.

“I broke up with my boyfriend.”

Chika breathes in sharply.

Yo's been dating him since she was in college, and she’s even talked about possibly proposing. Chika’s tone softens immediately. “Oh…”

As though sensing Chika’s worry, Yo quickly shakes her head.

“No, it wasn’t like, bad or anything. It was sort of a long time coming. Between work, study, and everything else I just… didn’t have enough time. He said he couldn’t bear to see me run myself ragged trying to make time for him, too. Plus he wants kids, and I’m just… not ready for that kind of commitment. And… well, there’s just lots of little things that built up over time.”

Yo closes her eyes, recalling the night when they had talked over a home cooked dinner. It was a calm and reasonable affair, wherein they laid everything on the table and talked extensively about whether or not it was going to work out. Time was just one of the issues they discussed. After the decision was made, her ex left her apartment amicably, bidding her good luck in all of her future endeavours.

Yo had smiled and wished him the same, but once the door was shut the facade broke down and she bawled her eyes out. It wasn’t until Yoshiko got back after midnight that she got any consolation at all. The morning after Yo made Yoshiko promise not to tell anyone else what happened, because she didn’t want anyone to worry.

“How long ago was this?” Chika asks, quietly interrupting Yo's account.

“A couple months. But things were going downhill a long time before that.” Yo breathes out, and gives Chika a wry smile. “I guess you were right, going for that degree at the same time as going pro was a pretty terrible idea.”

Chika shakes her head incredulously. “I wish you’d believed me when I told you that last year, instead of putting yourself through this gauntlet.”

“Sorry,” Yo says weakly. “And… sorry for only coming back when things get messy. You deserve better.”

“Hey, listen. I’m always here, okay? I’m a little sad you’re too busy to talk more, but…” Chika gives Yo a comforting smile, putting a hand on her shoulder. “If you need a shoulder to lean on, I’ll always be there for you.”

“Thanks, Chika,” Yo sniffs, reaching out and holding Chika’s hand. Chika gives Yo's hand a soft squeeze. Yo takes a shuddering breath, and asks quietly, “I… did I make a mistake? Should I have fought harder for it to work?”

Chika bites her lower lip, hesitating for a moment before answering. “I… can’t really say, Yo. I wasn’t there. But I think you made the best decision you could have. You talked it out calmly, and… your ex agreed, didn’t he? Sometimes relationships just aren’t meant to last. Even if it was a good one. Like— me and Riko, right?”

Yo nods slowly. Chika and Riko had briefly gotten together after they graduated high school, and had a whirlwind romance for the next few months. She remembered how happy the two of them were. But it eventually became obvious that, with Riko having to study out of town, the distance was straining their relationship.

“I… guess,” Yo says hesitantly. She glanced at Riko. “How… did you deal with that?”

“Well, we kinda had the thought that it wouldn’t work. And sure, I was really upset for a while but eventually I realized it was healthier to be friends with Riko. I feel like recognizing that the change is positive is very important,” Chika says, “like for me, once I stopped fretting over Riko and our relationship I got rid of a lot of stress. I think you need to remind yourself why you two broke up in the first place. It’s because you didn’t have enough time, right?”

“Yeah…” Yo nods.

“You love diving. And I know better than anyone that you’re practically born for sailing,” Chika says kindly. “When it comes down to it, if you really do love those things… I don’t think it’s a mistake to keep pursuing them.”

Yo sighs. “But doesn’t that make me selfish?”

“Your ex wants you to be happy, Yo. It’s why he agreed with the decision. Can you honestly say that you won’t be miserable if you couldn’t do either of those things?” Chika asks. Yo grimaces, but eventually shakes her head. “See? It’s not selfish to want to pursue your passions. It’s not wrong to want to be happy.”

“I mean, I’m not saying you can’t be sad. It’s natural to be sad,” Chika adds hastily. “But… I don’t really want to see you being like this, all miserable like. You look better with a smile.”

Yo's reservations finally crumble under Chika’s optimism, and she sighs in defeat, before turning to give Chika a small smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m pretty fed up with being downtrodden.”

Chika breathes out in relief, and grins sunnily. “I’m glad,” she says, and Yo believes her. One thing that hasn’t changed about her. Chika emanates positivity, inspires hope and optimism. The grin is infectious and Yo can’t help but smile wider.

“So what do we do now?” Chika asks, and Yo smirks.

She slams a foot on the gas, and the pick-up jerks forward, causing Chika to squeak in surprise as she’s flattened against the back of her seat. The engine roars, and with a chassis-shaking growl, the truck screeches down the road, the wind whipping past, audible even through the windows.

“I don’t know,” Yo says, her voice buzzing from adrenaline. “But I wanna get outta here.”

Chika laughs breathlessly, recovering from the shock of the start. “Sounds good.” She rolls down the window, and her orange hair gets whipped back by the wind, fluttering behind her like a fiery trail. “Can this rust bucket go any faster?” Chika shouts over the rushing air.

“You bet,” Yo floors the accelerator and the truck hurtles forward. Chika’s laughing, the noise muted and drowned by the wind, and Yo feels the cobwebs surrounding her heart loosen a little.

* * * * *

A few hours later, Yo and Chika stagger out of the pick-up, giggling and leaning on each other. At some point in the road trip Chika decided it was a great idea to stop by a shop to buy booze. A few drinks later both women are pretty tipsy, and Yo determines it’s a little dangerous to drive when the road is swaying. Parking in a lot for a secluded beach, they barely manage to stumble down the steps leading up to the beachfront.

Yo takes a tarp she has in the trunk and throws it onto the sand to serve as a makeshift mat, and Chika falls forward, the fall cushioned slightly by the loose sand under the tarp. She laughs and gestures for Yo to join her.

“The sand’s still warm,” Chika says. The sand’s been baking in the sun for the whole day, and despite the fact that the sun’s now setting the grains have retained some of the heat. She turns over belly-up, then extends her arms, lying down spread-eagled on the tarp. “It’s like a hot bed. Come on!”

Yo rolls her eyes at her antics, but sits down next to Chika, setting the half-finished pack of Sapporo beer down in the sand. The sand is warm, and she grins, running a hand through the grains. “You’re right,” She says. “It’s comfy.”

“You know, this is almost like the beach we used to play on as kids,” Chika says, looking up at Yo. “Remember?”

Yo laughs. “How could I not? That’s my childhood,” she pauses to take a drink. “Our childhood,” She corrects herself. “Remember when Kanan thought she saw a dolphin off the coast and tried to swim to it? It took the two of us to stop her.”

“Oh yeah, the tide was wild that day. Even Kanan couldn’t have handled it,” Chika grins toothily. “Hard to believe Kanan’s practically a homebody now.”

“Can’t believe she actually married Mari,” Yo hums, leaning back so she’s more comfortable. She stares over at the golden horizon, and the flecks of white over the waves. “I thought for sure her parents would object.”

“It’s Mari. I’m not sure her parents can do anything about it.”

“True,” Yo concedes, “she’s always done what she wanted.” She smiles. “Well, at least they’re happy, right?”

Chika nods. “I heard Mari’s planning to take Kanan to the Bahamas.”

“Rich people,” Yo snorts. “Well, Kanan’d like that. There’s good diving to be had there.”

“Mm…” Chika nods ponderously.

There’s a lull in the conversation as they fall silent, listening to the crashing waves.

Yo's cheeks feel hot from the alcohol. The sea breeze playing across her face and the rumbling of the surf is like a lullaby, and she finds herself getting drowsy. The sun continues to set, most of the glowing orb dipping into the horizon and leaving the sky a lovely dark purple.

“Hey Yo,” Chika says suddenly.

Yo looks away from the sun. “Hm?”

“Sit in seiza,” Chika says. Yo tilts her head questioningly, but obliges, folding her legs beneath her to sit formally. To her surprise, Chika lays her head on Yo's lap, giving her a mischievous grin. “The sand’s not very comfortable,” Chika says, as though that explains everything.

Yo shakes her head incredulously. Chika’s always like this. She complains about Mari doing whatever she wants, but Chika does that too. Still, without really thinking about it she starts to run her fingers through Chika’s hair, petting her in slow, long strokes. It just seems like the right thing to do.

Chika’s hair is really nice. Yo's almost jealous, but having long hair would get in the way of her sports. Yo wonders if Chika uses any product. Maybe it’s just the hot springs in the inn. Her skin is really smooth, too.

“Are you feeling a little better now?” Chika asks softly. There’s a love and affection in her voice that stems from some twenty years of friendship, and Yo's heart flutters slightly.

“Yeah,” Yo murmurs. “Thanks, Chika.”

Chika closes her eyes, the corners of her lips tugging up in a satisfied smile. “I’m glad. I really don’t want to see you sad.”

Yo absentmindedly brushes Chika’s cheek with a thumb as she continues. “I don’t think you realize how important you are to me,” Chika confesses. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry,” Yo apologizes weakly, glancing down at Chika.

“Don’t apologize.” Chika murmurs. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

Yo's heart flutters again. Maybe it’s the sunset, tinting everything rosy gold. Maybe it’s the babbling waves putting her mind at ease, and reminding her of better times. Maybe it’s the realization that in the years they’ve lived apart, Chika has really gotten beautiful. Maybe, it’s just the alcohol.

Whatever the reason, Yo leans in and tilts Chika’s head up slightly, planting a gentle kiss on Chika’s lips. Chika’s eyes flutter open in surprise, and their gazes meet for a moment. For a moment Yo worries she overstepped her boundaries, but then Chika smiles and all her worries melt away.

“Y’know, I’ve always had a small crush on you,” Yo admits.

“Yeah?” Chika asks softly.

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Chika grins cheekily. “Go on, then. What’s next?”

A withheld laugh rumbles in Yo's chest as she kisses Chika again, this time firmer and more confident. Chika leans forward into the kiss, the ends of Yo's hair tickling her cheeks. Chika hums happily, a hand winding around Yo's neck and tangling in her hair, pushing her closer. Chika’s lips taste like hops, alcoholic. Yo can get drunk with that.

After a few seconds they move apart, a silver thread momentarily connecting their lips before breaking off. “Let’s get a little more comfortable,” Chika says, her voice low and husky. Yo is bent over herself trying to kiss Chika while she has her head on Yo's lap. Chika sits up, shifting so she’s half-kneeling and eye-level with Yo. “You want to do this, right?”

Yes, Yo wants to say immediately. God, yes. But the voice of reason in the back of her mind says this is Chika asking if Yo is really okay. She was so heartbroken just a few hours ago, is it really okay to do this with someone so soon? She’s still heartbroken.

But Chika’s there for her, and it’s like she said, he’d want her to be happy.

She reaches out, resting her hands on Chika’s waist. “Yes,” Yo murmurs. Chika grins, and pulls her close, their lips meeting halfway. It’s a little less tender now, needier, hungrier. Yo laps at Chika’s lips, parting them and venturing further. Her tongue touches Chika’s, glides over her teasingly, just barely staying out of reach. A game of cat and mouse.

Chika allows this go on for a few more moments before she attacks, catching Yo's tongue in her teeth and gently nibbling on the tip of it. Yo lets out a “mmm!” of surprise, and Chika resists the urge to laugh. The kiss is sloppy, but neither of them mind. There’s a heat coiling up inside Yo, and kissing Chika only feeds the flames.

Yo leans in, trying to reduce the distance between them even more. She sort of straddles one of Chika’s legs, pressing their bodies flush together. Chika’s hot - so hot, her skin feels like it’s going to catch on fire. Yo might be bright red.

The sun has set fully now, and Yo's glad. She doesn’t want Chika to see how furiously she’s blushing. They’re so far out in the middle of nowhere that the only light comes the stars starting to twinkle above, and the pale crescent moon overhead. Yo pulls away briefly to take a look at her partner.

Chika looks gorgeous lit by starlight, her long ginger hair cascading over her shoulders and back, her red eyes twinkling with a fierce affection. Yo feels like she has a lump stuck in her throat, momentarily at a loss for words. There’s a desire roaring inside her, the coiling heat now almost unbearable. She pushes back into a kiss, and Chika gladly acquiesces, allowing Yo's tongue entry to her mouth.

As she deepens the kiss, Yo suddenly feels Chika’s hand on her butt, and her knee grind up against her. Caught off guard, Yo moans into the kiss, an electric sensation passing through her nethers. Chika chuckles, breaking off the kiss to whisper in Yo's ear. “You like that?” She asks, her breath tickling Yo's skin.

It’s been so long since Yo has felt the intimate touch of another person. She nods, sensing a rapid shift in the mood. It’s still sensual, but there’s something else in the air now, a primal desire that Yo is more than willing to oblige.

“I want you,” Yo murmurs, and that’s all it takes. Chika almost tackles her, and Yo lets it happen, falling backward into the tarp. In a single smooth motion, Yo shrugs off her top, then reaches behind her and undoes the latch on her bra. Within moments her chest is bared to Chika, who eyes them hungrily, giving Yo a sly smirk before leaning down and taking a nipple into her mouth.

Yo takes a shuddering breath, her back lifting slightly off the ground as she leans into the pleasure. Chika grins, and flicks her tongue over the sensitive nub, relishing as Yo groans from the sensation. Cupping the other breast in her hand, Chika runs her thumb over the erect nipple as she starts to suckle on the one in her mouth, causing Yo to moan and writhe as pleasure fills her mind.

“Holy,” Yo pants, her voice degenerating into a low moan as Chika runs her teeth gently over her nipple, the other hand alternating between teasing pinches and brushes over the other teat. “Chika,” Yo moans, driving Chika wild with desire. “Please.”

Stopping her oral ministrations (and eliciting a small whine from Yo,) Chika takes a moment to appreciate Yo's toned body, running a hand along the lines of her abs, humming in approval. “God, Yo,” She murmurs. “You’re like a Greek goddess, hot damn.”

She reaches down, her fingers trailing a line down Yo's middle, past her belly button, resting right above the waist of Yo's jeans. “You should take these off, too,” Chika suggests, before leaning back to start stripping herself.

As she unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down, Yo watches Chika undress, pulling the sweater over her head and revealing her ample bust. Once there was a time when their sizes actually matched pretty well, but it was obvious Chika still had some growth left in her after high school; she’s at least a size larger than Yo, and her whole figure is soft and curvy. By the time Chika has stripped off her skirt as well, Yo has fully disrobed and eager to continue.

Chika smiles, and shuffles close, pressing their bodies flush together. Yo can feel Chika’s body heat, the softness of her skin, the beat of her heart through her chest. “Let’s keep things going,” she whispers in Yo's ear, then leaning in to gently nibble on her ear lobe. Yo gasps, her breath catching slightly at the sensation, though she starts even more when Chika sneaks a hand between her legs, teasing her entrance.

“You’re soaked,” Chika notes, sounding pleased. She gently brushes a finger over her slit, the lips parting slightly at the touch.

Yo whimpers, her hands clutching Chika’s shoulders. Chika smirks, and continues to tease Yo, rubbing up against her entrance, dragging a finger across, coming painfully close to her clit before drawing back again, relishing in the feeling of her finger coming away almost dripping.

Yo's breathing gets heavier and heavier as Chika goes on, her heart racing in her chest. She grips Chika tightly, and breathlessly whines, “Chika, please.”

“Please what?” Chika asks teasingly.

Yo's cheeks flush even more. “Chika…” She whines, before burying her face in the crook of Chika’s neck and muttering, “Please fuck me—!”

Her sentence ends in a strangled grasp as Chika presses her thumb against her clit. Her legs give out under her, and she ends up holding onto Chika for dear life as the woman pushes a finger inside, revelling in how hot Yo is inside.

Instinctually Yo bucks her hips, and Chika smirks, carefully sliding in another finger, before slowly pulling both fingers back again, stopping just before she pulls out completely. Yo whimpers at the torturous pleasure Chika’s inflicting on her, garbled words begging for Chika to just fuck her.

“Your wish is my command,” Chika says, thrusting her fingers back in. Yo gasps, falling forward as Chika works up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of her and trying her hardest just not to embarrass herself as her hips roll automatically in time with each thrust.

Her mind is so clouded she doesn’t even realize Chika gently laying her down, and with the new position, manage to thrust even deeper into her, causing her to cry out and arch her back from the pleasure of it all.

Yo's throat fails her, her words garbled as Chika pumps in and out, stretching her and filling her up with each deliberate motion. Chika drags her thumb against Yo's clit again, and she almost kicks out, digging her heels into the tarp and the sand beneath as waves of pleasure wracks her brain. She draws circles around the sensitive nub and Yo can’t do anything except desperately bucking her hips in time with Chika and babbling between ragged breaths.

The heat inside her is coiled tight beyond return now, wound up so much Yo feels like she’s going to explode.

“Chika,” she gasps, breathless and hoarse. “Chika, please, I- I’m—!”

Whatever she’s about to say is drowned out by a ragged cry as Chika presses down, hard, on her clit. She clamps down on Chika’s fingers and her whole body shudders, her back arched till her whole body is lifted off the tarp, fingers digging into Chika’s back and toes pointed.

She jerks once, twice, lets out a gasping breath, and falls heavily back onto the tarp, completely spent. She’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her breathing heavy and uneven. Her eyes are slightly glazed over as she lies there, trying to recover some semblance of control of her body.

For a minute or two she just lies there, trying to catch her breath.

“Was it that good?” Chika asks teasingly, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on her lips. Yo rolls her eyes, weakly pushing Chika away after the kiss.

“Shut up,” she mumbles, rising unevenly to her knees.

Her legs are still weak, but she’s quickly regaining control of her limbs. Shuffling over to Chika, she pushes Chika down onto her back, and gives her a grin. “I have to return the favour.”

As Yo drops down between Chika’s legs, Chika’s suddenly intimately aware of how wet she is, an aching need rising up inside her in the wake of Yo's orgasm. She spreads her legs wide, inviting Yo closer, a hand reaching up to cup her own breast.

Yo leans in, and tentatively, laps at Chika’s slit, her tongue just barely touching flesh. Even at the sparse contact Chika groans, and encouraged, Yo continues, running her tongue over Chika’s entrance again, this time savouring the bitter juices leaking from her. She smacks her lips, and just as Chika’s about to tell her to get going already, she dives in, causing Chika to moan and fall back as her tongue traces circles around Chika’s clit, drawing close but never quite getting there. From time to time she gives Chika’s clit a teasing flick with her tongue, causing a shock of pleasure that never quite lasts for long enough.

“Yo… c’mon, don’t do this to me,” Chika pleads, struggling to keep her head up and keeping eye contact with Yo. Yo simple grins, and dives right back in.

Chika hisses as Yo switches tactics, giving her clit a final flick before she drags her tongue straight down, drawing a line right over Chika’s labia from top to bottom. Then just as quickly she pulls her tongue back up again, for once giving her clit a slow, deliberate lick as she reaches the top. Chika moans loudly, her breathing hitched and uneven, and her back arches as Yo repeats the motion, working up a mind-blowing rhythm sliding her tongue up and down her slit.

“Fuck, Yo, since when did youUUuuUU—?” Chika chokes on her own words as Yo suddenly breaks off the motion and directly sucks on her clit, causing her entire body to jerk from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. Her hands fly to Yo's head, fingers tangling in her hair as she practically shoves Yo’s face into her entrance. Her legs, too, curl in around Yo, trying to press Yo as close and far in as she can manage.

Yo wants to laugh at Chika’s reaction but with her face buried in between Chika’s legs all she can do is continue her ministrations, lapping and licking and sucking at Chika’s sensitive bud, relishing in the sensation of Chika’s moans and gasps and desperate cries reverberating through her entire body.

She shifts up a little, easing a finger into Chika, and Chika jerks her hips, her tongue lolling uselessly out of her mouth. She slips another finger into Chika, and begins to thrust, timing each thrust with a lazy lick of her clit.

She thrusts once, twice, then pushes deeper, three knuckles in, and she sucks on Chika’s clit and suddenly Chika practically screams, her fingers digging into Yo's scalp as she cries out and comes messily, a flood of warmth hitting Yo's tongue. She pulls her fingers out and continues to lap at Chika’s entrance until she stops shuddering, lying breathlessly on the tarp.

Yo carefully extricates herself from between Chika’s legs and crawls along the tarp, lying down beside her, her chest heaving as they both try to catch their breaths.

Chika’s hair is a mess, but probably so is hers, and her cheeks are flushed red and sweaty, but the way her ruby red eyes gaze into her own makes Yo feel loved in a way she hasn’t felt in months. Chika reaches out with a shaky hand, brushing a thumb across Yo's cheek.

“God, Yo,” She says, her voice hoarse and dry. “That was… amazing.”

“Mhmm.” Yo hums, snuggling close to Chika. They’re both gross and sweaty, but in the throes of their lovemaking Yo finally realizes the beach is starting to get cool. “You’re the best.”

“No you,” Chika says, and they both laugh because it’s like everything is fine, and they’re back to their old bantering selves.

Eventually though their laughing dies down and they both shift slightly to stare up at the starry sky above. It’s not as clear as it used to be years ago, the neighbouring city’s lights have finally begun to block out the natural light as the stars, but sitting where they are and looking up it’s like staring into a sea of glittering jewels.

“Kanan would know what these constellations are,” Yo murmurs idly. “But… even not knowing, they’re really pretty.”

She feels something brush against her hand and she instinctively holds on - it’s Chika’s hand, and their fingers move to interlace together. She can sort of feel Chika’s pulse through her palm, the frantic beat of her heart still trying to calm down.

“So what are you going to do now?” Chika asks, still staring up at the starry sky.

“Hmm?” Yo glances briefly over at Chika. “What do you mean?”

“You’re going to go back to Tokyo, right?” Chika says, “and I’m still staying here.”

There’s a lingering silence in the air as Yo considers her words.

“…I suppose so,” she says finally.

“Then,” Chika’s voice is even as she says, “is this… just for tonight, then?”

Yo breathes out slowly, the sky seeming to wheel about above her. “Do…” She pauses. “Do you want it to be just for tonight?”

Chika stays quiet for a few seconds before saying, “…Honestly? Not really. I want to try and make it work.”

“Me too,” Yo murmurs. But then she hesitates, and points out, “But then this’ll be just like the time with Riko. I’m going to be living in Tokyo, and you have to run the inn.”

“Well, things are different now. I’m not a kid fresh out of high school anymore.” Chika says. She shifts slightly so she’s looking at Yo, resting her head on her arm. “I think it could work. You won’t spend as much time on me either, if I’m all the way out here. Plus, we can still call and message each other.”

“We won’t meet much,” Yo warns.

“Are you worried that this is going to be a repeat of what you went through?” Chika asks gently. “If you’re not ready, that’s okay. I won’t hold it against you.”

After a long pause, Yo nods hesitantly, squeezing Chika’s hand. “I think I need a little time to think.”

“That’s okay,” Chika says softly. “I can wait. I’ll always be here, remember?”

Yo glances at Chika, giving her a small, grateful smile. She doesn’t deserve Chika, not really. Chika’s so kind, and welcoming, and optimistic. But just as she said, Yo does want to try and make it work. She’s just… not sure if she can do it right now.

As Yo thinks to herself, a cool breeze sweeps across the beach, and Chika sneezes. Yo laughs, and stands up. “We should get going. There should be a tap to hose all this sweat off somewhere.”

“Hey, Yo?” Chika tugs on Yo’s hand.

Yo stops, looking back at Chika.

“It’s pretty late,” Chika says slowly. “Why don’t you stay the night at my place?”

Yo hesitates, biting her lower lip contemplatively.

“Well…” She sighs, and gives Chika a small smile. “I guess if it’s just the night.”

“Then we can go see Kanan in the morning!”

“But I—” Yo stares at Chika, grinning widely back at her, and finally rolls her eyes. “Oh, fine. If it’s just the morning…”

“And the afternoon!”

“…And the afternoon…”

Chika laughs, and Yo can’t help but laugh along with her.

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Freedom - A weight gain story “Hi, my name is Bethany Edoness, and I’m going to get fat on purpose.” Beth said into her video camera as she stood naked in her bedroom. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she had never said that out loud before and it excited her immensely. “This is my private video diary to record my progress. I am 5’5” tall and currently weigh only 106 pounds. I’m considered underweight with a BMI of 17.6, and my goal is, well, my goal…” Beth smiled and bit her lower lip as a whimper escaped her lips. She eyed her camera seductively as her right hand instinctively began to move over her slim hips toward her pussy. “My goal is to be considered super obese with a BMI of over 50, which means I’m going to stuff my face until I’m at least, oh, 300 pounds.” Her grin widened. “And I probably won’t stop there. In fact, I don’t plan to ever stop. I spent my whole life living up to other people’s expectations of how I should look. All through high school and college, eight years of my life, I played soccer religiously and trained my body hard.” Her hands moved up and down her body as she spun around for the camera. She had strong, toned legs and a tight, firm butt. Her waist was rock hard, while her breasts were small and perky with cute little nipples and coin-sized areolas. Her skinny arms were well defined, and her face was thin and beautiful. Beth constantly received compliments on her hot, young body. People were always praising her over how lucky she was to have such a slim, sexy frame. If only they knew about her secret desire to grow fat, she would think. “Just look at these sculpted abs, these bony arms, this muscular ass, these tiny titties. There isn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on me, and I worked hard to keep it that way. I loved soccer; I loved being part of the team. I was good at it. These agile legs can run a mile in under six minutes. But…” Beth closed her eyes and sighed. “Secretly I’ve always been extremely turned on by the idea of getting very fat. Ever since I was a little girl. My parents raised me on a strict vegan diet and encouraged me to try out for all kinds of sports throughout school. I stayed a vegan up until now, and I haven’t had a single bite of fast food or meat of any kind, or soda, or sugary food in my entire life. Soccer was the only thing that mattered to me; it got me out of the house and kept me busy, distracted from this secret desire of mine. So I stuck with it, and not once have I truly had the chance to indulge my weight gain fetish. Until now, that is. My parents were rich, very rich, and they died two years ago in a car accident. I’m not as broken up about it as you might think, they were always very distant. I was always just a trophy daughter to them, a hot, young, dedicated athlete they could brag about to their friends. I’ve inherited their entire fortune, and have just recently graduated college, with, ironically, an athletics degree. I’m 22 years old now and living on my own. I don’t have anyone all that close to me and to be perfectly honest I prefer it that way. I never really fit in with the girls I played soccer with; they all came across as shallow, backstabbing and petty to me. I guess you can say I’m finally at a point in my life where I’m free, free to give into my fetish and grow absurdly huge. The thought of just digging in and consuming all those rich, fatty foods I’ve denied myself my entire life, growing bigger, and fatter, and more out of shape.” Voice quivering, hands shaking, Beth continued. “I…I just want to ruin this body.” Reaching for a measuring tape, Beth prepared to take her current measurements. “Wow, I’m so nervous. It’s weird, even though I’m just admitting this to my own private video diary it feels amazing to just say aloud how I feel. Anyway, on to the fun stuff! My current measurements are a 31.5” chest, 24.4” waist, 34.8” butt, annnndddd 10.8” thighs. I’m going to keep track of my progress with this video diary every so often, as well as regular visits to the doctor and timing how long it takes me to run a mile. I want a complete catalogue keeping track of every aspect of my weight gain, from the changing shape of my body, to how unhealthy I’m getting. I’m also going to start smoking pot and drinking to help increase my appetite and convert all the calories I’m going to consume into fat. It’ll be amazing to just lie around all day drunk, high, and feasting. I’m growing a few marijuana plants to keep me constantly supplied with weed. I’ve never smoked or drank, or eaten anything that isn’t vegan before, so this is going to be a whole new experience!” Grinning madly, brimming with anticipation, Beth leaned in to her camera. “And I’m starting…right…now!” She said as she stopped the recording. Lighting a blunt she had taught herself to roll by using the internet, she leaned into her sofa and began to puff away watching television. Soon she started feeling lightheaded and giddy, and switched from watching sports to cartoons, specifically Tom and Jerry. She started cracking up, glowing with a feeling of euphoria and comfort. She felt relaxed and lazy, her mind whirling with thoughts of all the new foods she would try in the days ahead as she zoned out watching cartoons. Soon the munchies hit her, and they hit her hard. She hadn’t eaten all day yet, hoping to build her appetite a bit, and suddenly she felt hungrier than she ever had before in her whole life. “So this is what being high feels like, I can definitely get into this!” Beth thought to herself. As she prepared to leave and get food, it finally began to sink in for Beth that she was free, free to unleash her inner hunger and push herself to become the big, fat, horny gluttonous goddess she always wanted to be. Years of denying herself junk food were over, she could finally fulfill her desire to pig out. Taking one last look at her slim body in the mirror, running her hands over her hard, athletic form, she sighed, longing to put on some serious weight. “This is it.” Beth said to herself as she left her place to go binge on fast food. When she arrived at McDonalds she was so hungry she ordered a large double quarter pounder with cheese meal and a bacon cheeseburger. She never ordered so much food in her life. Grabbing a seat at a table, observing the feast before her, Beth drooled with anticipation. As she bit into the bacon cheeseburger her taste buds exploded in her mouth. Oh, it was so juicy and tender, the best thing Beth had ever eaten, how could she have denied herself this for so long? Moaning with pleasure, taking two larger bites, Beth was officially no longer a vegan. Her french fries tasted so delicious and salty as she crammed them in her face. They made her thirsty, though, so Beth took a huge gulp of her very first soda. Sweet! It was so unbelievably sweet! Beth loved the way the soda tickled her throat and made her belly feel warm and fuzzy. Plunging into her double quarter pounder with one hand while shoveling french fries in her face with the other Beth was in heaven. She felt so stuffed, and could barely get halfway through her second cheeseburger before she put it down. Upset that she couldn’t finish her meal, she started to get up when a wave of determination hit her. What was she doing? She was free to eat whatever she wanted and she was throwing food away? She sat her skinny ass back down and scarfed the rest of the burger, ignoring her protesting stomach. Finishing her soda, she let out a loud belch and rubbed her full tummy, admiring the tiny bulge that formed beneath her abs. Beth fell in love with junk food that day, changing her life forever. While driving home Beth stopped and picked up a six-pack of lager for herself, looking forward to trying her first beer. The whole way home she was mesmerized by her full stomach, the way it pushed out and swelled. She was so overwhelmed with all kinds of new sensations, getting high, feeling a sugar rush from all the carbs she consumed, how heavy the food felt settling in her stuffed gut. Soon she would add getting drunk to her list of new feelings. What an exciting day she was having! Back at her apartment Beth laid out on her couch and started chugging beer after beer. It was bitter, and heavy, and she felt it expand in her stomach as she gulped more and more. She wasn’t so sure about the taste, but she loved the tingly carbonated feeling it gave her and how it tasted like liquid bread. She soon polished off four beers, and as she stood up to put the rest in her fridge she stumbled and grabbed onto her kitchen counter. Dizzy and uncoordinated, Beth put away her two remaining beers and stumbled into her bedroom where she switched on her camera. “Hi Diary! Uh…umm, I’m kinda drunk…ha, and still a bit high. And also…” She leaned into the camera as if she were sharing a secret with it. “I’m no longer a vegan! Hic! I’m…I’m stuffed full of McDonalds!” Beth removed her shirt and proudly displayed her distended gut. Giving it a few quick pats with her hand, Beth let out a loud belch. Giggling, she covered her mouth, cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Excuse me, Diary, I’ve never burped like that before! So, anyway, I’ve officially started my weight gain journey. Soooo, I’m kinda sleepy now, I think I’m gonna go nap. Gotta practice being lazy, teehee! So until next time, Diary, I’m just going to keep stuffing my face like today!” Stripping and falling into bed, Beth fell into her first of many food comas. Getting herself up by early evening, she smoked another blunt and went out in search of even more food. During the first week of her new lifestyle Beth stuffed herself full of all the fast food, meats, pastas, deserts, and other meals she had refrained from her whole life. She was constantly stoned, and tried new kinds of beers and liquors, her favorite being a mix of rum and coke. She kept herself painfully full, bloated, and tired, but she loved it, she loved feeling sleepy and stuffed all the time. Whenever she got too nauseous from her sudden change in diet, she just smoked some pot, helping her stomach settle and feeling hungry again in no time. Since she had given up veganism, she tried steak, chicken, pork, turkey, and especially bacon. Beth loved bacon; she didn’t know how she had lived without it for so long. She piled it on everything she ate, sandwiches, burgers, french fries, pizza, baked potatoes, she just couldn’t get enough. Beth also loved pastries, ice cream, candy, and especially chocolate. She had no idea she had such a sweet tooth. She loved chocolate cake more than anything, and would have a slice to top off her fast food binges on most nights. After a couple of weeks of eating like this, Beth finds she’s no longer feeling sick after she pigs out. Good, her body is starting to adjust, this is exactly what she wants. Slowly and deliberately, Beth was turning herself into a junk food junkie. Another week later and instead of feeling sick at the thought of pushing herself to cram more fattening food inside her, Beth begins to find she craves it. She gets high on the sugar rush from all the carbs she consumes, loving it when her body crashes and she hungers for more. Her empty stomach would cry out to be filled with fatty, greasy fast food, and sweet, sugary treats. Beth found herself developing into a binge/crave cycle, and she allowed herself to slip further into it. She was purposefully getting herself addicted to fatty foods and carbohydrates. Sometimes Beth would wonder what she was doing, how could she be so unhealthy? Then her growing appetite would strike and she’d seek out a new delicious high-calorie meal she never tried before. Beth was both excited and scared of what would happen to her if she kept eating like this. She would eat herself sick sometimes, she was still testing her limits and finding out what she liked, but she was getting better at it. With every binge she felt a little less ill, and a little more hungry. She was slowly stretching out her stomach. How far would this ultimately go? Would she ever be satisfied? She was being overwhelmed by so many new tastes and sensations, it made her so horny thinking of everything she ate so far and everything she was going to eat. Her old healthy habits and ways of thinking were quickly losing a battle against her lust to be a fat, hungry pig. A little over a month goes by and Beth is in love with her new life. Her days consist of nothing but smoking weed, binge eating, drinking, napping, watching TV, and playing video games. It was hard for her to gauge if she was putting on any weight, her belly was stuffed constantly and she couldn’t tell what was food weight and what was fat. The scale went between 110-115 pounds depending on how full she was. She looked absurd, this thin, scrawny former athlete with her midsection constantly stuffed full of food. Beth just couldn’t keep her hands off of her gut, longing for the day it grew into a big fat belly that she could jiggle. She was upset that she had only gained a few pounds so far and did not really notice any changes on her body yet, but she realized that her metabolism was still probably really high from eight years of soccer. In order to start packing on weight she needed to break her metabolism, and she was doing everything she could to get there. Beth would almost always skip breakfast, instead starting the day with nothing but an energy drink, beer or soda. Then, after her morning smoking session, the cravings would hit her and she would binge until she was painfully full, and then force herself to stuff more junk food down her throat anyway, training her body to overeat. The rest of the day was spent smoking pot, sleeping, and snacking in front of the television. Then right before bed Beth would have a final binge, the biggest feast of the day, where she would push her eating capacity to its limits. She fell asleep every night completely gorged and rubbing her swollen, aching gut. So far, Beth had been unable to eat an entire pizza for her last meal of the day, always leaving a couple slices left in the box. Last attempt there was only one slice left, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not finish it. Tonight she decided to change that. Sitting stoned on her couch, Beth waits for her medium meat lovers pan pizza with buttery garlic sauce. She had already eaten so much today, she started with her usual energy drink, then for lunch she had an entire foot long turkey sub (extra meat, extra cheese, extra bacon), an entire bag of Doritos, a large bowl of creamy potato soup, and then munched on chocolate chip and Oreo cookies the rest of the day. She felt bloated, but was still so hungry. The pizza arrived; she tipped well, and then eagerly sat down to devour it. Beth knew that the faster she ate, the more likely she was to out-eat the signal from her brain telling her she was full. Therefore, without hesitation she plowed right into the pizza, barely paying attention to the television. Within five minutes she already ate half, dipping the crusts in the buttery garlic sauce and letting it drip down her chin as she crammed bite after bite into her mouth, quenching her thirst by chugging a 40 oz of lager. Feeling the sensation of fullness starting to hit her, she ignored it and forced herself to eat even faster, absolutely consuming three slices in no time. The final slice sat taunting her, and she was feeling as full as she usually got. Tipsy, stuffed to the brim, Beth moaned and rubbed her swollen gut. She needed to push her limits; she needed to grow into a fat piggy. Despite her entire body screaming at her, "No, don't, please stop eating, you're so full already, you’re breaking your metabolism, you're going to ruin your hot, young body!", she instead laid back on the couch and slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms. Masturbating with one hand and rubbing her stomach with the other, she let out a large belch, giving her just enough room to finish the pizza. Rubbing her clit furiously, moaning in absolute ecstasy, the last slice slowly disappeared into her. She then tilted her head back and chugged the last of her 40 oz while she came with tremendous force as the final gulp slid down her throat. Drunk and playing with her overfed gut, having pushed her appetite to new limits, Beth began to wonder just how far her weight gain fetish would take her… “Well hello again, Diary, notice anything different about me?” Beth twirled for her camera, showing off her nude body. Her small, round tits were beginning to blossom, and her butt now jiggled a tiny bit when she walked. Her abs were slowly vanishing, and the gap between her growing thighs was beginning to disappear. “I’m a little over ten pounds heavier than the last time I recorded! Right now I’m about 118 pounds and I it’s really starting to show! Wanna see my new measurements?” Beth grabbed her measuring tape and began to slowly take measurements of each part of her body, showing them off for her camera as she did so. “My boobs are now 32.5”, my waist is now 25”, my butt has grown to 36”, and finally my thighs are now 12.5”. I’m going to have a bubble-butt and thunder thighs for sure! I wish my belly and boobs would grow more, but all in good time, right Diary?” Beth put away her measuring tape and sat on the edge of her bed. “So I’m absolutely in looooovveeee with being a gainer. There’s absolutely nothing sexier in the world than just eating everything I’ve always dreamed and getting fatter. I’ve tried all sorts of new food since my last recording, and there’s still so much more out there! I love smoking pot, and drinking is fun too, but I definitely love smoking weed more. Beer is so tasty, though, and filling! Oh, and guess what? I went to the doctor’s recently! That’s right, I had a physical! The doctor took my blood pressure, measured my cholesterol, and weighed me, as well as taking a blood sample. The doctor actually told me that I’m within a healthy weight range now, and while my cholesterol was a little higher than my last visit I’m still within a normal range and have nothing to worry about. I told her that I had given up veganism and the doctor said that’s probably why I put on some weight. She said as long as I watch my sugar levels and continue to exercise I’ll be fine. Pff, yeah, right!” As Beth said this, she pulled out a box of cupcakes from behind her. “I wonder if these have any sugar in them?” Beth said innocently, and then, winking for the camera, began to eat all twelve cupcakes, consuming them in only one or two bites. Licking the frosting from her lips and fingertips, rubbing her stomach, Beth turned off her camera and took a nap. Not long after she had just started to put on a little weight, Beth received a phone call. It was from her personal trainer, Sheila, who told her that she had professional soccer teams lining up to have her show up for tryouts. Beth saw this as an opportunity to see just how out of shape she’d gotten since becoming a glutton, and told Sheila to go ahead and sign her up, adding that she was in the middle of having a steak dinner with mac and cheese and a baked potato. “Wow, that’s a lot of food. Aren’t you a vegan?” Sheila asked. “Oh, I gave that up.” Beth responded. “Well, if anyone deserves a break it’s you, Beth. Hope you’re working those calories off with some hard practice, I haven’t seen you at the gym in awhile. Well, anyway, take care Champ!” “Yeah, okay, sure. Bye Sheila!” Beth said sarcastically. Of course she had no intention of burning off any of these calories. She couldn’t wait to see how her new body performed at tryouts. A week later Beth showed up to her first tryout dressed in tight gym clothes. She had just crested 120 pounds so she still wasn’t fat by any means. In fact, her BMI indicated that she was at a normal weight, but this didn’t stop the dirty looks and sneering from rival soccer players. It also probably didn’t help that Beth had just binged at Taco Bell and her full, bloated stomach was on display for everyone to see. She stifled a belch as she scanned the area for the signup tent. Sheila was there and caught Beth’s attention, waving her over. “Beth! Hi! How’s the post-college life treating you?” It was then that Sheila noticed Beth’s full, stuffed tummy poking out over the elastic waistband over her gym shorts, and that every bit of her appeared just a little bit thicker. “I see the real world’s been treating you well, eh hon?” Sheila said pinching the small bit of flesh that was on Beth’s stomach, “Where are those abs disappearing to?” “Oh, I’ve been indulging a bit.” Beth answered, flushed, and a little turned on. “It’s nothing to worry about, champ. All athlete’s weights fluctuate now and then. I hope you’ve at least been practicing a little bit, this is your big day! You just come back down to the gym and we’ll shed that bit of weight in no time at all!” Sheila said enthusiastically. “Beth! Beth Edoness! You’re up!” The ref yelled. It was her turn to be timed running one mile. Beth turned and left Sheila and headed to the starting line. As Beth positioned herself she felt her full stomach against the top of her thigh. Everything was tight and constrained in her old gym outfit, it was an exciting new feeling to know she was outgrowing her old clothing. “This is gonna be great!” Beth thought just as the whistle blew and she began running. Almost immediately Beth felt a difference. On just her first lap around the track she was already starting to break a sweat. On her second lap she was really breathing heavy, but was also determined to run as fast as her new body could handle so that she could accurately gauge how unhealthy she truly was at this point. The third and fourth lap were the worst. Her legs were sore, her lungs were gasping for air, and sweat poured down her face. Beth was amazed what only a few months of unbridled gluttony and hedonism had accomplished, she really was getting out of shape. “Eight minutes, thirty-six seconds.” The ref called out. Giggles erupted from the stands as the other girls marveled at how the former soccer star had added over two whole minutes to her top time. To top it all off, where she once looked graceful and limber when she finished running before, she now looked tired, out of breath, and drenched in sweat from only running one mile. How could she possibly play a whole soccer game? “Thank you, Beth Edoness. Next!” The ref shouted. Running to meet her, Sheila looked more than a little disappointed. “What the hell was that, Beth? Have you been practicing at all? What have you been doing the past couple of months? You know, I really vouched for you here, and you show up looking like crap and performing like that? Almost a nine minute mile? Are you kidding me, Beth?” Sheila scorned. Beth just held up a finger, smiled, and said, “Sheila, I’m sorry you vouched for me. And I’m going to be honest here, I’m never playing soccer again. You’re fired.” Sheila just stood there, stunned. “Sweety, I’m sorry I blew up at you like that, but-“ “Goodbye, Sheila.” Beth interrupted. She then got in her car and sparked a joint while she drove off into the evening. All that physical exertion made her hungry, Beth felt she deserved a treat. Pulling into a Burger King she sat down stilled dressed in her tight gym clothes and proceeded to cram herself full of whoppers, onion rings, and chocolate shake until she was beyond full. Continuing to stuff herself and binge regularly, after five more months of overeating she now weighs in at 146 pounds. On the verge of being chubby, the body of the former athlete was disappearing under soft layers of fat. She was growing curvy in all the right places. Her legs had thickened up quite a bit since the majority of the weight went to her thighs, hips, and butt. Her thighs now touched, a new sensation for Beth, and it only made her lust to grow even bigger. She now had a soft tummy, and her tits had grown tremendously, going from a small, perky A cup to a soft, round, C cup. Her arms had lost most of their definition, and her face was showing the slightest hint of softness. Beth was surprised how much weight she had gained in her ass and breasts, delighted that she was developing into an hourglass figure. She loved wearing shorts that she had outgrown, letting her bubble butt hang out. She could not keep her hands off her new boobs, and looked forward to growing them even further. “Oh, hi there Diary,” Beth cooed as she stood in front of her camera, “like what you see?” Beth ran her hands over her new, softer body. She jiggled her new tits, slapped her rounding ass and thighs, and shook the soft flesh forming over her midsection. “I’ve been such a naughty piggy lately. I just can’t stop eating! My appetite has grown so much since I started gaining, it’s incredible! And it’s only getting bigger and bigger every time I binge and stuff myself full of so…much…food. Let’s do measurements! Okay, so, bear with me, I’m still a little drunk from polishing off that pile of pancakes and vodka this morning, heh. Check it out, I’ve grown a nice set of tits!” Beth squeezed her boobs together with her arms for the camera. “And I actually have cleavage! It’s amazing! Anyway, my chest is now 36”, my waist is 27”, my juicy ass is almost 40”, holy cow, and my thighs are 17.5”. I’m turning into quite the fat ass, Diary. So, anyway, I’m really starting to get hungry again, so this is gonna be a quick update. Bye! Kisses!” That night Beth decided she would go out to a Chinese buffet. She enjoyed stuffing herself in public, the looks she got turned her on. She always wore tight clothing that showed off her growing assets and a belly shirt that proudly displayed her stuffed gut. At the buffet, Beth put away plate after plate of food. Chicken and broccoli, egg rolls, sushi, dumplings, stuffed mushrooms, they all found their way into Beth's stomach. After three heaping plates full of food, Beth got up for desert. As she did, a button popped off her shorts. A kid in the next booth laughed at her as his mother shushed him, and regardless of the situation Beth got a plate full of pie anyway before leaving. Sitting back at her booth, shorts unzipped, panties on full display, she shoveled the pies in her face, washing them down with mountain dew, and let out a satisfied belch. Satisfied and extremely horny from her public display of gluttony she hoisted herself out of her booth. Cradling her stuffed gut with one hand and holding her pants up with the other, Beth meandered awkwardly out to her car and drove back home. That night Beth had a dream. She dreamed she sat in front of a banquet table covered in food that was all just for her. Grinning, she dug in, every bite adding to her growing body. In her dream, Beth kept eating until she was over two hundred pounds, then three hundred, then four hundred. As she got too big to feed herself, a hose descended from the ceiling. Placing it in her mouth, a thick chocolate shake was pumped into her. She could feel herself getting fatter with every swallow, her belly reaching her toes, her ass engulfing the chair. Even when she was as big as a house she still couldn’t stop filling herself up. Her mammoth body took up city blocks. She was just a huge, creamy white blob that could not stop drinking her weight gain shake. Sucking down more and more of the magical liquid her body expanded across landscapes, becoming impossibly huge. She didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop, she was a slave to her hunger and was stuck, attached to her feeding tube, fattening herself forever. Beth awoke and shot up in bed. Panting heavily, moaning, drenched in sweat, Beth’s hands moved up and down her new body. Jiggling her tits, massaging her round ass, caressing her thick thighs and soft midsection, Beth’s dream had made her extremely horny. Glancing at her clock, Beth saw she had slept in until one in the afternoon. Inspired by her dream, Beth had a devious idea. Getting dressed in tight, hip-hugging jeans and a low-cut top that showed off her new boobs, she drove to the corner grocery and GNC to gather supplies. She was going to make a fattening weight gain shake like the one in her dream. Finding the highest calorie weight gainer they had available at GNC, Beth brought it to the counter. “So your boyfriend lifts weights, huh?” The man behind the counter said, staring at Beth’s tits as he rung her up. Beth noticed this, and leaned over the counter to show off more cleavage. “No, I’m single, it’s all for me.” She answered, patting her small tummy. “Ummm, you know this stuff is high calorie weight gainer, right?” “Mhmm…” Beth said as she left to buy groceries. The GNC cashier watched her leave, admiring her sexy ass from behind as she walked out the door. Damn, she’d be smoking hot if it weren’t for that little tummy, he thought. She was single, though, maybe he should as her on a date. As Beth walked back to her car she saw that the GNC cashier was standing outside of the store smoking a cigarette. He turned and smiled at her as she loaded her trunk with groceries. “Hey beautiful, wanna go out sometime? I think we’d rea…” The GNC cashier trailed off when he saw what Beth had in her grocery bags: a dozen pints of ice cream, gallons of whole milk, cartons of heavy whipping cream, chocolate syrup, peanut butter, and a very large blender. He couldn’t believe it, this woman was serious about buying that weight gainer for herself! This had to be some kind of joke; surely she was just playing with him. “You’re not mixing the weight gainer with all that, are you?” “Maybe…” Beth responded, realizing how crazy this all must have looked. “That’s insane! Why would you do that?” It was insane, and Beth knew it. Drinking this weight gain shake would absolutely blow her up in no time and she was caught red handed preparing to fatten herself. In that moment Beth completely stopped caring what other people thought of her and her new lifestyle. Instead, she owned it, and while rubbing her soft tummy, blushing, she said, “I’m getting fat on purpose.” As she got in her car and drove off, leaving the GNC employee stunned speechless. Did she just say what he thinks she said? She’s getting fat on purpose? What is she, nuts? Doesn’t she realize that there were tons of women out there who’d kill for a body like hers? Shaking his head and returning to behind the register, the GNC employee went back to his business, bewildered. Back at her apartment Beth began mixing together her weight gain shake. She grabbed a pint of ben and jerry's peanut butter cup ice cream from the freezer, one cup of heavy whipping cream, two cups of whole milk, chocolate syrup, and four scoops of weight gain powder. The shake was about three thousand calories all together, incredibly rich and tasty. Mixing it in a blender, she tilts her head back and begins sucking down the fattening drink like in her dream. Beth’s free hand explores her growing, softening frame, playing with her new tits, slapping her rounding ass, and massaging her stuffed and bloated gut. She just couldn’t stop, could she? She needed this, she needed to constantly make a fat pig of herself. Her dream inspired her, and any reluctance she still had toward her new lifestyle vanished as she sucked down her weight gain shake. Finishing every drop, she set the blender on the counter, vowing to drink one of these every night from now on, and stumbled into her bedroom where she brought herself to a glorious climax before drifting off to sleep. By her 23rd birthday, after a full year of bingeing on junk food, smoking pot, and drinking, Beth had grown quite chubby, on the brink of fatness, weighing in at 176 pounds. Thanks to the weight gain shakes that she was consuming every night she piled on the weight faster than ever. She now had thick thighs and a jiggling, plump ass that were both now home to a bit of cellulite. Small stretch marks were just starting to appear on her hips and tummy. Her stomach pushed out further and further every day, and she was just a few more pounds away from having an official belly. Creases were appearing on her sides that would soon turn into rolls of fat, and her breasts were starting to show signs of stretch marks too as they grew into a full D cup and began to hang a bit. Any definition in her arms is now buried under layers of fat, and her rounder face is beginning to sprout a double chin. Beth ran her hands over her body, admiring her transformation from a petite, athletic vegan into a hungry, chubby piglet. Beth turned on her camera to record her latest entry into her video diary. As she did so she was still holding an ice cream sandwich that she was snacking on. Finishing off her creamy treat before even saying anything, Beth turned and smiled at the camera. “Notice anything different about me, Diary?” Picking up her camera, Beth held it close to her tummy. “I’ve got my first stretch marks! They’re just starting to form now, look, I even have them just appearing on my boobs and hips too! Aren’t they cute? I just adore them. And guess what else? It’s my birthday today! Aren’t stretch marks just the perfect birthday present for a growing fatty?” Setting the camera back down and lighting a blunt, her naked chubby body sitting on the edge of her bed, Beth began to talk to her video camera about all her recent developments. “See what else I got myself for my birthday? Do you see that device above my bed? I bought a milkshake mixer with a tube attached that I can use it to lay in bed and suck down the weight gain shakes I’ve been making! Isn’t that amazing? I’ve only had it for a week now, but I think it might’ve contributed to these forming.” Beth said with a smile as she gestured to her small, red stretch marks. “I went back to the doctor’s this week for a new physical, and boy, was she surprised! She said I was on the verge of stage one obesity, which I find hard to believe. That BMI scale is fun to help me track my gain, but I hardly feel obese. I’ve certainly grown quite chubby, though.” Beth smiled coyly, running her hands over her soft flesh and jiggling her thighs and tits a bit as she did so. She really couldn’t stop touching herself, she was so amazed by her chubby body. “So the doctor also pointed out my new stretch marks, which I thought was kinda hot, and told me they were because I’ve been piling on weight so quickly. I think she was trying to guilt trip me into being healthier, but what does she know? She also said my blood pressure and cholesterol were starting to get pretty high, and that I really, really need to start watching what I eat.” Unwrapping another ice cream sandwich Beth polished it off almost immediately. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” Beth said, rolling her eyes, “anyway, let’s do measurements, so let’s see here, my D cup tits are now 40”, wow, my knockers really filled out! I now have a 30” waist, which isn’t too bad for a growing piggy. And check this out, my booty is now 43.5”! I have such a big butt, I keep knocking things over with it! And my thighs are 21.5” around. Mmmmm….” Beth took another moment to feel herself up again, and eat another ice cream sandwich. Rubbing her tummy, she let out a tiny fart and giggled. “Heehee, sorry about that. These new eating habits of mine are kinda rough on my digestive system. So, anyway, I tried running a mile again! It took me twelve minutes! You should’ve seen me diary, I looked so silly. My boobs bounced everywhere, my thighs brushed together, my ass and tummy jiggling wildly, oh man, it was soooo sexy. I was down to a light jog by the time I finished! I really am slowly turning myself into a big, fat, lazy pig, aren’t I? Well, that’s it for this entry, I have something extra special planned for my birthday tonight. Bye for now!” Later, on her way to get something to eat, Beth was daydreaming of all the food she was going to devour today. She planned to stuff herself good on her birthday, and was going to start by revisiting the McDonalds she began her journey at a year ago. Having a seat in the restaurant, she noticed the cashier recognized her and the look on his face said he could not believe this formerly svelte beauty had let herself go so much. Beth's plump ass squeezed through the bottom of her shorts while her new muffin top spilled over the sides. She wore a stretchy tube top that proudly displayed her midriff and ample bosom. Beth did not want to hide her gluttony, her need to be fattened, she had been doing that most her life. She wanted people to see her chubby body with its fresh stretch marks. She wanted them to know what she was doing to herself. It made her so hot. Ordering two large double quarter pounder meals with chocolate shakes for the drinks, Beth began to dig in. Ravenously gorging, taking huge, monstrous bites, dipping her french fries in her shakes and stuffing them in her face with both hands, she was definitely getting the attention she wanted from the workers and other patrons. One double quarter pounder was quickly devoured, followed by french fries slathered in ketchup. The second double quarter pounder was gone almost as fast. Removing the lid and straw from one of her chocolate shakes, Beth leaned her head back and poured it straight down her gullet, letting out a loud, un-lady-like burp as she set her cup down. Kicking her legs back and forth under the table in childlike glee, Beth finished the last bit of her french fries and chocolate shake. She was delighted and proud of herself that she was able to plow through the meal with ease, and remembered that a year ago she was barely able to choke down a second burger. Standing up, she went up to the counter to order a big mac. "Mam, I know it's none of my business," the young cashier said shyly, "but you've been coming here for a year now and, well, aren't you worried about your health?" "Why would I be worried about that?" Beth asked, pretending to be naive. "You were just so thin back then. And now, you’ve kind of, well, I mean..." “Well, a growing girl’s gotta eat!” Beth said, cutting him off. The cashier just stood there completely befuddled, unable to believe his ears. Beth just laid money down and reached across the counter, her deep cleavage pushing out of her tube top, and grabbed the big mac out of the cashier’s hands. She stuffed it in her face right in front of him, rubbed her protruding gut as she slowly pushed the last bite in, savoring the fat, greasy treat. The young cashier just stared at her, awestruck. How could this young woman let herself get so chubby? How could she continue to eat so recklessly, couldn’t she see that she was slowly turning herself into a fatty? With that, Beth left the McDonalds, swaying her generous ass provocatively as she walked out the front door to her car. Excited by her encounter with the cashier, she decided she was not done eating yet, and wanted, no, needed to be filled full of delicious ice cream. Getting in her car and lighting a joint, she drove to the local ice cream parlor. Sitting in the corner with two large sundaes, she savored every rich, decadent bite. Moaning from both being overstuffed and from pleasure, rubbing her gut as she consumed more and more ice cream, people couldn't help but notice this chubby, scantily clad young woman making a pig of herself without a care in the world. As Beth scraped the bottom of the second sundae she got up and went home. As soon as she got back home she fell asleep, allowing the thousands of calories she had just consumed to digest. Waking up that evening, Beth had something special planned for herself on the nightly feast of her birthday. She was going to eat an entire cake to herself in front of her camera. She had the cake specially made, having them draw an icing pig eating from a trough on top. Instead of her age, she had them write her weight, with the number 176 written in icing on top of the pig. Having given the food in her tummy time to settle, she was now hungry again. “Hello again, Diary. Are you ready for this? Remember that special thing I had planned for myself that I told you about this morning? Well hear it is. I’m going to eat this entire birthday cake using no utensils. It has my weight written on it, and a picture of a piggy! Isn’t it just so cute? So yeah, I’m about to stuff myself full of birthday cake! Ready? Set. Here I go!” Sitting at her kitchen table with nothing to distract her, using no utensils, Beth starts shoveling handfuls of cake in her mouth. Crumbs and icing cover her face, hands, and fingers, and she greedily licks them clean between mouthfuls of moist pastry. As the cake slowly begins to disappear, and Beth begins to feel herself reach the limits of her stomach capacity, she gets her second wind, brings the cake to the floor, and prepares to eat it with nothing but her mouth. Running her hands over her naked body, shoving her face into the cake, her large, quivering rear end up in the air, stuffed belly pushing against her thighs, breasts hanging free, and mimicking the fat pig on her birthday cake, she continues to stuff herself full of the sweet pastry just like a prize piggy at a trough. When she finished every bite of the cake, she lay stuffed against one of her kitchen counters, drearily holding her bloated gut. As if in a daze, she begins to pull herself to her feet using the counter for support. Against all logic, against all reason, she begins to mix a weight gain shake. Pouring the thousands of calories of the shake into the container above her bed and moving her camcorder into the bedroom, she lies back in bed and begins to suck every drop into her overstuffed stomach. Playing with herself and squirming in unbridled ecstasy, Beth orgasms repeatedly as one hand masturbates her sopping wet pussy while the other explores her expanding, overfed body. Content with having just pushed her appetite further than she had all year, Beth lies on her side, rubbing her gorged tummy, and falls into a food coma, her camera left recording into the night. After the binge on her 23rd birthday Beth redoubled her efforts to get as fat as possible. It was a need, deep inside her, that grew with every pound she gained. She needed to be buried in fat, covered in countless rolls, her skin home to legions of stretch marks and cellulite. She needed it so intensely, she could not stand it. Therefore, in only two months’ time, Beth’s gluttony had caused her to gain twenty more pounds leaving her at about 196. Even though she was just shy of two hundred pounds, Beth felt she was officially a fatty now. Standing in her apartment, playing with her full, heavy DD breasts, Beth was examining all of the changes on her body in one of the many mirrors she had around her home. She was about to record a new video entry, and she had just stuffed herself full of two cheesesteaks and a heaping pile of perogies and onion rings, washing it all down with rum and coke. She loved checking herself out while standing in front of a full-length mirror, playing with all her new fat. It sometimes surprised her how big she was now. She loved catching all those little milestones of her weight gain. It was the little things, like when she saw her ass starting to jiggle when she walked at around 120, her tummy starting to crease when she bent over at around 150, cellulite and stretch marks by 175, and now, finally, at 196 pounds she officially had a double chin and a belly that would hang down even when she was standing. Due to how fast she was piling on weight her stretch marks had spread further. Little red lines were creeping along her belly, sides, boobs, hips, thighs and butt, growing longer and thicker. The creases on her sides had turned into soft folds, and her plump, juicy ass and meaty thighs just kept ballooning, continuing to be her largest feature. Beth could no longer pass for just being chubby; she was a full-fledged fatty now, and getting fatter and fatter every day. “Mmmmm…Hi, Diary. Guess what I’ve been up to?” Beth lifted her tiny belly and jiggled it. “That’s right. I’ve been pigging the fuck out. See how my belly hangs now even when I’m standing? That belly is just going to hang lower and lower, because I’m nowhere near done growing this fat ass of mine. I’m so stuffed right now, too. So full of cheesesteak and fried food. I swear my stretch marks spread even further than they were yesterday. Ooof, I’m so full, but, ya know, maybe just a little bit more wouldn’t hurt. What do you think, Diary?” With that, Beth pulled out a jar full of peanut butter cups to munch on while she took her latest measurements for her video log. Moaning seductively and with pleasure while stuffing her face with candy, Beth proceeded to measure herself. Her mouth was too full of food to say the measurements out loud, so instead she just showed the tape to the camera. Her chest and tits ballooned to 42.5”, her waist was now 33”, her huge ass was 46.5”, and she now sports 24” round thighs. Swallowing what she had in her mouth, Beth spoke to her camera, “As you can see my bedroom is covered in pastries and sweets. I’ve also invested in a second weight gain shake container above my bed to help keep me stuffed. Also, and I know this is kinda crazy, but I found these prescription appetite enhancers through an online source, and bought enough to last me years. So yeah, here’s to my first dose of appetite enhancer!” Beth then showed two blue pills to the camera, and popped them in her mouth. “You see, Diary, I plan on staying in my room, stuffing myself full of all these delicious treats and ordering delivery until I’m well over 200 pounds. I will not leave here until I’m there. The next time you see me I’m going to be a 200 plus pound fatty!” Full of anticipation, ready to begin her experiment, Beth lay down naked in her bed and began to stuff herself silly. When she could not handle any more pastry she sucked down the weight gain shake from the tube, only taking breaks to smoke pot, nap, and masturbate. All day she feasted, rubbing her bulging, distended gut, allowing herself to rudely belch and pass gas without restraint. She was caring less and less about her manners these days, she was enjoying being a bit of a slob. Those appetite enhancers worked wonders too, she was able to eat non-stop. She was in ecstasy, addicted to the rush of being stuffed beyond sanity. After hours of doing this to herself, Beth, while stuffing one éclair after another into her maw, notices that her pastry supply is running short and that amazingly enough she would need more. She also realized that since she had to get up anyway, she might as well make more of the weight gain mixture. Moreover, hell, why get up now? Why not order a pizza, get up when it arrives, and take care of everything else then? So that is what Beth did. She ordered an extra-large stuffed crust pizza with ranch dressing to dip the crusts in and when it arrived she gathered more pastries and goodies from her pantry, mixed more weight gain shake, then plopped her bulky ass back in bed with a bottle of vodka and began shoveling as much food as she could into her round face. This went on for weeks, but Beth either did not know or did not care. She was lost in a nirvana of food and gluttony, seemingly unaware that she passed 200 pounds days ago. All she did all day was eat, get high, eat, get drunk, eat, get high, then eat some more. Her belly slowly inflated in front of her and her body widened and took up more space on the bed. Observing herself from the mirror above, she watched as her stretch marks worked their way over her midsection, and how she was forming fresh ones on her arms. After over a month of unbridled feasting in bed, Beth awoke in drunken daze to a room full of pizza boxes, Chinese food bags, pastry wrappers, empty ice cream containers, milk jugs, soda bottles, and just about anything else you could imagine. Drearily, slightly hung over, she rolled out of bed and wandered to the kitchen to discover she had eaten everything in her apartment! She couldn't believe it, how long had she been pigging out? Catching a glimpse of herself standing in the mirror, Beth gasped at how much fatter she had gotten in such a short amount of time. There was no way she could hide that double chin now, not that she wanted to, and her arms were so much softer and heavier than ever before. She hugged her large, swollen tits and loved the way her plump arms made everything feel so plush. Her breasts were so large now, none of the bras she owned would fit her, and they began to rest on either side of her protruding gut. Her belly was really starting to take on weight, jutting out proudly, but it was no match for her massive ass. Wow, her butt had really plumped up! She could not believe it! She reached back and grabbed it with both hands, kneading the soft dimpled flesh of her huge behind. Her hands moved to her sides, playing with her fleshy rolls. She then grabbed her belly in both hands and shook it, causing every bit of her to shake and wobble. Who was this fat butterball in the mirror? This shameless, hungry hog, covered in stretch marks? It couldn’t possibly be her, could it? Moaning, biting her lower lip, hypnotized by her new reflection, Beth could hardly conceive that she let herself get this big. Running to the bathroom to weigh herself, her whole body jiggling wildly as she moved, she stepped on the scale and saw it land on 218 pounds. Amazing, in almost a year and a half Beth managed to pile on over a hundred pounds! A whimper escapes Beth’s lips, and as her legs buckle beneath her she falls to the floor and begins masturbating. A hundred pounds, oh my, over a hundred pounds fatter, what a fat little piggy she has been. Orgasm after orgasm rocks her body as she thrashes in bliss over how fat she’s getting. What has she done to herself? She just cannot stop eating, oh, that hungry, horny, fattening feeling. She cannot keep her hands off herself, playing with her tits, rubbing her belly, squeezing her ass. She was just so fat now, and deep down, the part that turned her on the most was that she knew this was just the beginning. How far will she go, how big will she end up? Beth did not care, she only knew that she was hungry, and that she would keep eating and gaining until she was satisfied. Beth ran back to her bedroom, her whole body shaking, and turned on her camera. “Oh my God look what I’ve done to myself,” Beth nearly screamed, “I’m getting so fucking huge and I can’t stop eating! Holy shit, oh my god. I’ve been in a daze since my last entry, and I woke up today to find I’ve eaten everything, EVERYTHING in my apartment! I’m 218 pounds now!” Beth shook her belly for the camera. “Look at this fat gut, oh my god, holy shit, I’m so turned on right now. And hungry. So goddamn hungry all of the time. I need to eat, I’ll do measurements later, I just…” Beth paused, reflecting on what she meant to say next. “I needed to record this moment.” Popping some more appetite enhancers, smoking a blunt, and taking a shot of whiskey, Beth got dressed in the only thing that fit her, a hoody and sweatpants. She then got in her car and drove to the nearest all-you-can-eat buffet. Hungrier than she could ever remember being, Beth was eating food off of her plate before she even sat at a table. Loading plates high with mountains of fat and carbs to consume she ate all morning at the buffet. Pancakes, breakfast sandwiches, cinnamon buns, and piles and piles of bacon were devoured over the course of two hours. At one point while eating handfuls of bacon, Beth accidently let loose a rather loud fart. Some people sitting near her noticed, but didn’t say anything. Face turning bright red, Beth lifted her fat ass cheek up and let loose the rest of her gas, figuring she might as well at this point. Relieved, Beth reflected on how much gassier she’s been lately and what a fat, disgusting pig she was turning into. An hour later they brought out lunch, and Beth figured she might as well get her money’s worth. Piling her plates high with roast beef, potatoes, mac and cheese, wings, and pasta, she continued to fill the void that was her stomach. Employees took notice of this fat woman who had been slowly stuffing herself for hours non-stop, and Beth noticed them pointing and snickering to each other at how crazy she must have looked. Finally, after a plate full of cakes and ice cream, Beth felt it was time to go back home and finish her diary. “Okay Diary, I’m back, urrp, sorry, ugh, kinda really, really full. A growing girl’s gotta eat, ya know! So how about we measure this fat body of mine and see how much I’ve grown! I have to buy a whole new wardrobe, I’ve outgrown everything I own! Let’s get some measurements so I know which size clothes to buy, and, well, make sure they’re kinda slutty to show off this sexy fat ass of mine…” Beth wiggled her butt at the camera, the cellulite ridden flesh bouncing and waving. “Alright, so, where’s my measuring tape? Aw, here it is, under these Little Debbie wrappers and ice cream containers, teehee. Oh my, my chest is 45.5”, mmmm, my waist is 35”, heehee, oh my god, this big fat ass of my is 49.5”, holy shit, and my thighs are 26.5”. Jesus, I’m turning into a regular butterball, what a fat pig I’m becoming! I guess that’s what happens when you constantly stuff your face like I’ve been doing. Oh well, guess I’m truly a fatty now. Until next time, diary!” Beth turned off her camera and slipped into bed, cradling her swollen, fat belly. Four months later Beth lumbered into her doctor’s office for another physical. She hadn’t weighed herself in weeks, and was excited to see how much weight she’s piled on recently. Last time she stepped on a scale she was at just about 230, and she was really hoping she was over 250 by now. She purposefully refrained from checking though, she wanted to be just as surprised as her doctor. “Beth? Will you come with me please?” A nurse asked from the doorway. Hoisting her fat ass out of the seat, Beth followed the nurse down the hallway. She is starting to walk funny, she realizes, her big fat thighs pushing her legs further and further apart. She does very little walking anymore, and so this trip to the doctor’s office was one of the few times she got to examine how differently she moved. As Beth sat on the bed, she noticed the nurse going over her chart and her eyes widen when she scanned the weight from her last visit. She then composed herself. “The doctor will be here soon, but first I need a blood sample.” The nurse said. “No problem.” Beth said, lifting her sleeve. The nurse took a blood sample and left. Beth sat waiting for what seemed like forever, and when the doctor finally came in she looked at her chart, looked at Beth, looked at the chart again, and then turned and left without saying a word. At first, Beth was confused, but then she realized. “She thinks she has the wrong chart!” She mused, excitedly. The doctor returned and said bluntly, “Beth, you’ve put on a lot of weight since your last visit.” Well, duh, Beth thought, but instead she said, “I guess I have been filling out a bit, haven’t I?” “You have no idea how unhealthy this is for you. Look!” The doctor took Beth’s blood pressure. “You’re 140 over 190! Do you drink alcohol? Since when do you drink?” Beth flushed. The doctor held the stethoscope against Beth’s plush chest and told her to breathe. “And do you smoke? Your lungs sound weezy.” The doctor said. “Yes to both of those. I’ve taken up smoking pot and drinking.” Beth said honestly. “And the weight gain? What’s your diet like?” “Fast food, mostly. A lot of fast food.” Beth said, face turning bright red with both embarrassment and pleasure from this humiliating experience. “You need to stop, this is incredibly unhealthy. The blood sample shows a dangerously high blood sugar level, and your cholesterol is 240! You’re at serious risk for type two diabetes and heart problems later in life. You’re young, and I know you probably aren’t thinking ahead, but listen. If you get diabetes, that’s permanent, and you’ll never, ever be able to lose weight. You’ll be put on medication that regulates your insulin levels to overcome the resistance you’re building. If you keep eating like you are, the effects are irreversible, and even the medication will increase your levels of hunger and lethargy. You are shortening your lifespan. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” “Yes.” Beth said. “Do you plan on changing your lifestyle?” “I’ll do what I can.” Beth said, fingers crossed behind her back. “Good, let’s get you on the scale then.” Beaming with excitement, Beth stepped on the scale. “Two hundred and fifty four pounds. That’s stage three obesity.” Beth audibly gasped, her hand went to cover her mouth. “Surprised, are you? Well, it isn’t too late to turn this around, Beth. Come and see me again within the year for another checkup, eat healthy, and try and shed some of this weight. Here are some diet plans and weight loss pamphlets, these should help you.” Beth took the pamphlets from the doctor in a daze, still stunned that she now weighed over 250 pounds. Obese, the doctor said. Stage three obesity, that was so hot. And Beth had to agree, as she left the doctor’s office and threw the weight loss pamphlets in the trash, she was finally starting to feel obese. Later that day, dressed in workout clothes that barely fit her, Beth prepared to see how fast she could run a mile now. Standing at the starting line, she assumed position. Her belly pressed uncomfortably against her thighs as she bent down, her huge ass waving in the air. Her tits hung and swayed against her arms. It was laughable to think of how out of shape she was. Hitting her stopwatch, she gave it her all and pushed herself to run as fast as her new 254 pound obese body could carry her. She threw herself forward a few steps moving as fast as she could. Her legs brushed uncomfortably together, chaffing her inner thighs, and she had to swing them out and around just to manage to gain momentum. Her big, heavy tits bounced so much they slapped against her second chin. Her belly swayed ponderously, jiggling freely from beneath her low cut top. Her titanic ass bounced hypnotically. Every bit of her big fat body slapped against itself as she moved as fast as her fat legs would allow. She couldn’t even make it halfway around the track before she was walking, catching her breath. Determined to do her best, she pushed herself to try and lightly jog, and only managed another few yards before slowing down again, heaving and weezing. She just couldn’t run anymore. For the next two laps Beth walked as fast as she could, stopping every so often to catch her breath. She had some major heartburn, and her legs were incredibly sore. On her fourth lap her left leg cramped up hard on her, and she limped around the track, finally dragging her fat, exhausted, heaving body across the finish line. “24 minutes, five seconds.” Beth said, completely winded and covered in sweat. She paused for a moment considering this, and then started laughing. “Wow, I fucking suck at running now!” Beth mused as she dragged herself into her car and drove home. That evening, Beth felt it might be time to return to her gym one last time. Jiggling all over with each step, Beth entered her old gym to a lobby full of people who at first didn’t recognize the former soccer star. All they saw was a fat and bloated young woman who had clearly piled on a lot of weight recently, as evidenced by her fresh red stretch marks and extremely tight gym clothing. Only when Beth presented her gym pass, which showed a photo of her back when she was still playing soccer, did the receptionist recognize her. The receptionist’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t say anything to Beth. Instead, as Beth walked away she heard the receptionist whisper to her friends and the sounds of muffled laughter as they made fun of her behind her back. Ignoring them, moving forward, her roly-poly body shaking wildly with every step, Beth walked right past the treadmills, right past the weight benches, right past the swimming pool, and entered into the gym cafeteria. Going up to the counter she ordered a monster mass bodybuilding shake. She knew they were a thousand calories each, and the highest calorie drink they served here. The buff, athletic man behind the counter could not believe this fatso had just asked for a weight gainer. “Seriously? That’s the last thing you need. Can I recommend a juice instead?” “You’ll give me what I ask for.” Beth said as she slipped him a hundred dollar bill. Without making eye contact with her, sighing, the man behind the counter made Beth her monster mass weight gainer. As soon as he handed it to her she drank it immediately and asked for more. The poor guy couldn’t believe it, but as Beth gave him another hundred he gave in and made her another shake like the last one. Again, Beth finished it right in front of him and asked for another. Seeing him hesitate, Beth dangled another hundred in front of him while seductively rubbing her gut. “No, I’m sorry, I can’t encourage this.” He said while walking into the back room. Upset, Beth turned to leave, only to discover she had attracted a crowd with her shenanigans at the gym cafeteria. Word had spread that the former star athlete had more than doubled in size. People were taking pictures and video of her with their phones and whispering to each other, so she decided to entertain them. Walking over to the vending machine, she bought candy bar after candy bar. Reese’s, Kit-Kats, Hershey’s, Snickers, and she unwrapped and piled them all on a table in front of her. Sitting down, her hefty ass spilling over the sides of a chair meant for much smaller rumps than hers, she started shoving the sweet, sugary chocolate bars in her mouth. “Do you remember Beth, the soccer player? Well, look at her now!” Beth heard someone say as they pointed their camera phone at her. Looking up from her binge, Beth saw that a group of girls from a rival team she used to play against had gathered to record the star athlete turned fat heifer. They wanted to see a show? They were going to get one. Beth’s face and hands were smeared with chocolate as she consumed two Hershey bars stacked on top of each other at once. Finishing them, she popped two Reese’s Cups into her mouth, followed by a third one, her plump cheeks bulging full of peanut butter and chocolate. As she chewed, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. “Beth, is that really you?” Sheila, her former trainer, asked in shock. “Oh yeth, thith ith all me.” Beth muffled through a mouthful of candy. “You’re huge!” Sheila exclaimed. Beth swallowed what she had in her mouth, let out a roaring belch, and while patting her belly, said, “I guess I have gotten pretty fat.” She then proceeded to pick up a Kit-Kat bar in each hand. “Why don’t you put those candy bars down, sweetie? I’m trying to help you.” “But I can’t stop eating!” Beth whined innocently. “Yes you can, I believe in you,” Sheila responded, unaware that Beth was just playing with her and had no intention of losing weight. Oblivious to this, Sheila continued, “Let’s get you back in shape, hon. There’s a treadmill free right over here, you’ll be running a six minute mile again in no time!” “Mmmm, but these are sooo good!” Beth moaned as she plowed Kit-Kats into her chocolate covered mouth. Laughing wildly at Beth, her soccer rivals had now gone to the vending machines themselves and were piling more candy in front of Beth to eagerly consume, taunting their former athletic rival to eat every last bite of it. Her tummy growled loud enough for the whole room to hear, and Beth snuck an ass cheek over the side of her seat and cut one loose. “Ewww, did she just fart? What a slob!” One of the girls announced. “Come on, eat up you cow!” Another shouted, laying out more candy in front of Beth. “Thanks, girls!” Beth said cheerfully, dumping a bag of M&M’s in her mouth. They had no idea how turned on she was. “Ladies, don’t encourage her! Leave!” Sheila demanded. The mob of skinny, athletic, giggling girls left, already uploading everything they recorded to the internet. This is exactly what Beth wanted to happen, she wanted the world to know that her soccer days were done. She was sick of getting calls and messages about soccer team tryouts, and she knew this would put an end to it. Unwrapping the mound of chocolate bars that the girls left for her, Beth just kept eating. “Beth, are you kidding me? Honey, this lifestyle is so unhealthy, please stop,” Sheila pleaded with Beth as she finished off the last of her treats, “just look at what you’re doing to yourself! I don’t know how or why you’ve let yourself get so fat, but it’s never too late to lose weight!” Beth heard her, but didn’t care, she was done here. Without another word, licking her chocolate covered fingers, she stood up, giving her wide load of an ass an extra wiggle for everyone to see as she strutted out the front door. Walking across the street to into a KFC, Beth ordered two huge buckets full of fried chicken. She sat by the glass window near the entrance so everyone in her old gym could see the formerly thin vegan cram herself full of delicious, greasy fried goodness. Back home, Beth began to record another video log. “Hi Diary, you wouldn’t believe the day this fat tub of lard had. First, I visited the doctor, and he said I’m at risk for diabetes! That means this weight gain will be permanent, I can never lose weight again. So, she was all like, I have to stop eating and be healthy, blah, blah blah. Of course I have no plans on stopping, so what if I’m unhealthy? I’m happier than I’ve been in my entire life and nothing is going to stop me from growing even fatter!” Beth had a third tub of fried chicken that she brought home with her from KFC, and began to shovel it into her mouth while sitting in bed. She licked the grease from her fingers and pulled out her measuring tape to record her latest progress. “My boobs are now 49”. Can you imagine? I never would’ve believed I’d grow such huge, fat, hanging tits, but here they are! Look at how big my areolas are now, my nipples are bigger too. They feel so sensitive; it’s so very, very sexy. My waist is 36.5”, and check out that belly! It’s hanging farther and farther these days, and holds oh so much food. And check out this fat, dimpled ass of mine! It’s 53”, and my thighs are 29”! I’m such a fat ass, Diary. Such a huge, fat piggy.” Throwing her measuring tape aside, Beth started plowing more greasy fried chicken into her fat face, licking her lips clean, and then took a sip of her soda. “So yeah, after the doctor’s I tried running a mile again. Twenty-four minutes and five seconds is how long it took me! Can you believe this fatty used to run that in a quarter of the time?” Beth stopped to devour another piece of chicken, chug some more soda, and let loose a belch. “And then, Diary, for the finale, I visited my old gym. You should’ve seen them! Everyone was so shocked, they teased me and took video of me which I’m sure has found it’s way online. Good. I’m glad that happened, I want the world to know that Beth Edoness is now a big, fat glutton! And with that, Diary, I believe I’m done here. I’m getting closer and closer to three hundred every day, and from there, who knows where I’ll go? Until next time!” Beth hoisted herself off her bed. Cradling her bucket of fried chicken, Beth walked ponderously over to her camera and turned it off. Turning back to her bed, she got herself comfortable and finished off the entire tub of fast food. Still hungry, she filled her containers with weight gain formula, and passed out in bed full of fattening milkshake. Three months later a 280 pound Beth sits on her kitchen floor, stuffing slice after slice of chocolate cheesecake into herself. After every huge bite of cheesecake, she reaches beside her for a can of whipped cream that she would then spray into her mouth. She had just gotten back from a buffet, and felt she needed to fill herself up even more; she needed to burst out of her clothing. She was wearing shorts that fit her forty pounds ago, and a shirt that fit her fifty pounds ago with no bra on underneath it. She had worn this to the buffet, letting her stretch mark covered belly hang out for everyone to see. While she was eating a torn seam was spreading up the side of her shirt, and she realized she should probably finish eating at home otherwise she would end up topless in public. And so she sat on her kitchen floor and continued to fill herself to her limit. Her shorts developed a rip in the back, allowing her cellulite-ridden ass to poke through. Her shirt tore off first, tearing up to the sleeve and then falling off to the side. As Beth removed the tattered remains of her shirt she squeezed her large, sagging tits together and squealed in pleasure. Her shorts came off soon after, completely ripping through in the back setting her gargantuan butt free. She reached back and grabbed her huge, soft, cushion of an ass while groaning and stuffing another slice of cheesecake in her mouth, topping it off with whipped cream, and washing it down with soda. Forever lost was the hot soccer star from her college and high school years. Gone was the thin, trim, sexy beauty that every guy wanted. Instead, this obese whale of a woman, this uninhibited glutton, has replaced her. It would be impossible to turn back now, her body was far too ruined. Her metabolism is completely broken, her appetite is out of control, and all self-restraint has gone out the window. She is an obese girl now, hopelessly addicted to binge eating, and getting more obese with every day that goes by. Just simply walking tires her out, so any form of exercise is out of the question. Her non-stop gorging for almost two years has stretched her stomach to impossible limits and ruined any chance of her ever being able to lose weight, not that she wanted to. Beth has other plans. She plans on pushing her appetite even further, fully embracing the gluttonous feedee lifestyle. Nothing would stop her from stuffing herself to new limits and growing even fatter. After she was completely filled with cheesecake, Beth stands up to admire herself. My, oh my, she is becoming quite the obese hog. Her thunder thighs push her legs apart so much that she is starting to develop a waddle when she walks. Even her calves and feet are beginning to look plump, and her ass, oh, her corpulent, juicy ass is something to behold. It juts out like a shelf behind her, swaying and bouncing with every step. Her belly hangs over her pubic mound, and her sides are now home to multiple soft rolls of fat. She lifts and jiggles her belly, letting it drop and slap against her cottage cheese thighs. Every bit of her is covered in stretch marks now, both new and old, and she wears them as badges of honor in testament to her gluttony and hedonism. Her big, bulging DDD tits sag and rest gently on her belly, Beth would have never believed she was meant to have such huge boobs. Her arms are like pillows against her sides, and her face is home to a thick double chin. Every bit of her is swollen, fat, soft, round, obese, and growing. She absolutely adores it. Later that night after a nice nap, Beth gets up, pops a few appetite enhancers, and orders an extra-large stuffed crust meat lover's pizza with extra cheese, with a side dish of pasta and breadsticks. Sitting on her large plush ass and smoking a blunt while rubbing her belly, Beth recalls a time a hundred and fifty pounds ago when she could barely finish a whole medium pizza. Now she was challenging herself with an extra-large one and more! When the pizza arrives, Beth can barely stand it she is so hungry. Tearing the pizza and pasta from the delivery boy's hands and throwing money at him, she slams the door and digs right in. It is amazing how fast Beth can eat now, eating half a slice with every bite, cramming in as much food as she can. Beth farts noisily as she rubs her belly with one hand and feeds her face with the other, but she barely notices. Watching herself eat in a mirror, she observes her jiggling flesh wobble with every movement, this huge blimp of a woman who just loves her pizza, this unrestricted glutton. Every bite serving to make her fatter and fatter, she just feels so warm, hungry, and heavy now. With half a pizza down, Beth turns towards the pasta and breadsticks. Dipping the breadsticks in the pasta cheese sauce, she devours them whole with each bite. The pasta and breadsticks are gone and Beth is starting to feel full. Lying back on the couch with the pizza box within arm’s reach, she feeds herself slice after slice, chewing and savoring every bite as show slowly fills herself up. If only her former dorm mates could see her! What would they think? She had spent almost two years constantly stuffed without a day going by she was not filled to the brim. She even found herself waking up in the middle of the night to microwave a plate of french fries smothered in cheddar cheese and bacon, or to put away a container of frosting. As she approached the final pizza slice she glowed with accomplishment, she had no idea it would be this easy! After eating the last slice, Beth sat covered in pizza grease and sauce rubbing her full, fat belly. Belching loudly, she got up and lumbered over to her blender where she filled a large container full of weight gain shake and polished it off in bed. On the morning of her 24th birthday, Beth sat undressed on the edge of her bed recording her latest video diary. Her belly surged out, laying gently in her lap, while her massive thighs and fat, juicy ass spread out on the bed beneath her. Smoking a blunt in one hand and holding a 40 oz in the other she spoke into her camera about the latest update on her weight gain. “Hello again, Diary. Just starting the day right by getting high and a bit drunk! It’s my birthday again, and I know it’s been awhile since my last update, but look how much fatter I’ve gotten!” Beth stood up and showed off her new girth. Her belly hung lower, resting against her legs, and her huge tits sagged, her nipples pointing down. Her sides were covered in rolls upon rolls, and her fat, round face was grinning from ear to ear. “I’m 296 pounds now, just four pounds away from my original goal! But, ya know, I don’t think I’m nearly fat enough yet. I feel huge, don’t get me wrong, but now that I’m this close to being a three hundred pound fatty it just feels like I need so much more.” Beth chugged her beer, burping rudely. “Oof, sorry Diary, I’m so gassy all the time now, I can’t control it. At first I was totally embarrassed by how often I’ve been farting and burping, especially in public, but it’s also pretty fucking hot. It’s all part of being a fatty, I guess. My appetite is completely out of control! Like, it’s sometimes scary. I crash after almost every binge I have, napping for a few hours, and I wake up hungrier and hungrier each time! I don’t have a regular sleeping pattern anymore, all I do is nap and binge all the time! And just look at what this lifestyle has done to this poor body of mine! My boobs overflow all of my bras now. Remember when these used to be small, firm, perky tits? Now look at them! Look at these fat, sagging udders covered in stretch marks. Look how big my areolas have gotten! I used to have tiny nickel sized areolas, now they’re as round as a baseball! These are some fat titties for sure, I’ve just turned into such a fat, hungry, horny pig! Wanna hear my latest measurements?” Beth bent over to pick up her measuring tape, grunting with exertion, her belly getting in the way, her massive ass pushing up into the air. “I have a 54” chest now, and it feels incredible. These hugely obese, fat knockers make me feels so womanly, so sexy. I have a 40” waist now! My belly and midsection have really blown up since my last measurements, and it’s about time. I love my big, fat, sexy belly soooo much. And my ass, oh Diary, my ass is 59”, that’s almost the whole measuring tape! What I whale I’ve become, mmmm, ohhh, and check out these thunder thighs, they’re 33” around. Oh my, what I fat hog I’ve turned into!” Beth couldn’t help herself, she just started masturbating on camera. Finishing off the rest of her beer and putting out her blunt she brought herself to an explosive climax right in the middle of her video diary. Laying on her back, her body thrashing wildly, her belly wobbling back and forth in the air, she screamed with unbridled pleasure as she came. “Sorry about that, I’m just so horny all of the time now. I masturbate constantly, I can’t seem to stop myself anymore. It’s as though I’ve lost all willpower. All I do is eat, drink, smoke and cum.” Beth cleaned herself up and continued her video. “So, anyway, today’s my birthday. And this fat tub of lard is going to pig out like she’s never pigged out before. I’ve gained 120 pounds since my last birthday, and I’m so close to 300. I plan on eating birthday cake on camera just like last year. I’m also expecting a massive grocery delivery today to stock my fridge with, and I don’t plan on leaving my apartment until I’m well over 300 pounds. I’m just going to lie in bed and feed myself for weeks on end until I get there. Wish me luck!” Stomach growling, Beth finds herself waddling into the same McDonalds she went to on her last birthday, only now a hundred and twenty pounds heavier at 296. Dressed as slutty as ever, her titanic ass hanging out of her shorts, abundant cleavage and massive belly on display for all to gawk at, she places her order. Beth orders four double quarter pounders, four large fries, and four large chocolate shakes. The cashier just stares in silence as he hands over the tray full of food to Beth who takes a seat at a booth and begins shoveling food in her face. The first burger is gone within a few bites along with a bag of fries. The second disappears just as easily. Beth slurps through two of the chocolate shakes to wash them down. The third burger goes more slowly, and with all the french fries gone and nothing but one burger and one shake left, Beth realizes with delight that she can still eat far more! Polishing off the last burger, Beth leaves to go to the Dunkin Donuts drive through. After ordering a dozen donuts, Beth can barely wait to get home to start eating them and so instead starts eating in her car. Smearing her face with frosting, belching between bites, farting into her car seat, Beth can barely pay attention to the road as she stuffs her face uncontrollably. By the time Beth got home there is only four doughnuts left in the box, and she was quite full. Carrying them up to her apartment, she finishes them off and falls asleep while playing with her fat, bloated belly. After her mid-day nap, she got up and waddled over to her bed that was prepared with two large containers of weight gain shake and surrounded with piles of calorie-laden treats. She switched on her camera, smiling without a word, and turned toward her bed. In the center of it were two birthday cakes just like last year, only this time with her goal, 300, written on each one. Beth began to stuff herself, eating beyond what people much heavier than her could ever dream. Her weight gain had not kept up with her appetite, and while she was no doubt substantially overweight, she had the voracious appetite of an immobile blob. On her hands and knees, she plunges into both of the birthday cakes, her belly swaying and slowly filling beneath her. Beth slaps and massages her obese ass and stuffs more piggy cake in her mouth with the other hand. After most of the cake is gone, Beth turns to the weight gain shake. Lying in bed, sucking greedily on her feeding tube, she observes her rotund form in the mirror above her. Her belly rests on her big, flabby thighs, her hips spreading further and further. Her tits, dear lord, her tits are so massive now. She grabs them with both hands, their soft flesh poking out between her fingers. As the last bit of weight gain shake pours down her gullet a groan escapes Beth as she rolls over on her stomach, her enormous ass wobbling in the air, and she struggles to pull her stuffed and bloated body toward the rest of her birthday cake. Her ham-like arms jiggle furiously as they move to cram the delicious, fattening pastry in her face as fast as possible. She cannot stop eating, she will not stop eating. The next day arrives and Beth is still in bed, going between napping, smoking pot, drinking weight gain shakes and liquor while stuffing her fat face with treats. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, and whenever she runs out of food in her kitchen, she simply has more groceries and takeout delivered to her. Four months of twenty-four hour gorging have their desired effect on Beth; she has gained weight faster than ever before. Deciding it might finally be time to get up, Beth rolls out of bed onto a mound of wrappers and containers. Beth had another doctor’s appointment to go to today. She missed her last one because she lost track of what day it was a few weeks ago, and so she had to make it to this one so she could find out her new weight. Again, she purposefully refrained from checking her weight the past few months just so she could surprise herself at the doctor’s. Ponderously lumbering into her bathroom to relieve herself, Beth examines her fatter body in the mirror. Her belly completely covers her pussy now, hanging down halfway onto her thighs. Her tits are now bloated and hanging fat udders that rest to either side of her huge wobbling belly. Turning to admire her backside her jaw drops as she observes the fat, sagging, dimpled shelf of an ass she grew. Every inch of her is just so fat and portly, covered in folds, stretch marks and cellulite. Her thighs touch all the way to her knees now, forcing her to waddle considerably. Her double chin has grown, rounding out her face further, and a third chin is starting to show up. Countless rolls dominate her sides and her flabby arms lay gently against them. Such a big, fat girl, such a hungry piggy with no desire to stop or slow down. Rubbing her voracious stretch mark covered belly a moan escapes her lips as she picks up the phone and orders more groceries. After ordering enough groceries to restock all three of her fridges, she got dressed in a tight, revealing shirt that let her belly hang out, and shorts that proudly displayed her cottage cheese thighs and the crack of her widening ass. Satisfied, she got in her car and drove to the doctor’s. “Three hundred and fifty three pounds!” The doctor announced, astonished. Beth flushed, she couldn’t believe it. Over a hundred pounds fatter than her last visit! She couldn’t wait to get home and share this with her diary. “Beth, you need to start caring about your health, this is insane.” Her doctor insisted. “Go on…” Was all Beth could manage, she was still flustered from the news of her latest weigh-in. “You’re never going to be able to lose weight now. I warned you that you would develop type two diabetes if you didn’t change your lifestyle, and, well, the blood results show that you are now diabetic. I’m going to prescribe you insulin shots, you need to take these daily now to help regulate your blood sugar levels. I’m afraid this means you will never be able to lose weight, your high insulin levels will not permit the burning of body fat. The best you can hope for is to not gain any more weight and try and maintain your blood sugar levels from getting any higher.” “You mean…I’m stuck being a fatty?” Beth asked, feigning naivety. “Well, unfortunately, yes. I warned you a hundred pounds ago this could happen. Also, your blood pressure and cholesterol are through the roof! What have you been eating? You need to stop smoking and drinking. You must realize what you are doing to yourself, your are putting a tremendous strain on your heart and body. Don’t you care about living a long, healthy life?” “Actually, doctor, I don’t care about living a long, healthy life.” Beth found herself saying. Her doctor sat there, shocked. Beth continued. “Let’s be honest here, I’ve tripled my weight the past few years because I love food, and I clearly don’t care about my health. So let’s cut to the chase. I’m not changing my lifestyle. I’m probably going to end up even fatter than I am now. So what can I expect?” Her doctor paused for a moment, tapping her pen against her clipboard. “You can expect to live a short life. But if that’s what you want I can’t stop you. All I ask is that you make regular visits so that we can catch anything life threatening before it gets too serious. Is there no way I can convince you to treat yourself better?” “Doctor, I believe I treat myself just fine.” Beth said, rubbing her massive gut. “Very well. Have a nice day then, Beth.” The doctor said dejectedly, and then left. It was true, Beth realized. She didn’t care if she lived a long life. It was far more important to her to live a short, happy life. “The star that burns twice as bright…” Beth heard herself mumble. Smiling, she left the doctor’s office. After picking up her insulin prescription and giving herself her first insulin shot, Beth pulls into the track and field she used to train at years ago. A wave of determination hit her, and she wanted to see just how well a 350 pound, morbidly obese diabetic could run a full mile. Walking from her car to the starting line already made her out of breath. Composing herself, she hit her stopwatch and began to waddle as fast as she could around the track. She couldn’t run anymore, her thighs were too large and she was just too heavy to move at a pace any faster than a brisk walk. She couldn’t even make it halfway around the track before having a seat at the bleachers. Weezing, heaving, Beth felt something in her hoody pocket. It was a Snickers bar! Munching on it, polishing it off in just a few bites, she felt her tummy rumble. Looking around to make sure she was along, Beth let rip a massive fart against the bleacher. What an out of shape, lazy, disgusting fatso she was now! Feeling rested, she hauled herself back up off the bleachers to continue her way around the track. Sore, aching with heartburn, lightheaded, dripping with sweat and completely out of breath, Beth finished a single lap of the track. She couldn’t go on, she just couldn’t. Her body was far to ruined to even be capable of traveling a full mile by foot. Her timer had gone past fifteen minutes at this point, which means it’d take her over an hour to finish! Who has time for that? Beth collapsed back in her car, guzzled a mountain dew, lit a joint, and as she drove away from the track for the last time she threw her stopwatch out the window. A wave of hunger hit her, a combination of the appetite enhancers she’s been taking, the joint she just smoked, and her high insulin levels. She felt she could eat more than ever before. Pulling up at a McDonalds drive thru, Beth finds herself placing an order of ten double quarter pounders with cheese and ten big macs. The cashier gives her a look, but said nothing as he hands her bags and bags full of greasy, fattening cheeseburgers. She will never eat twenty cheeseburgers, will she? Smoking a blunt on her way home to prepare herself for a fast food feast, she feels overcome by a wave of hunger deeper and stronger than anything she has ever felt. She’s over 350 pounds now, diabetic, and unable to run at all anymore. It’s almost unreal. So big, so fat, so hungry, so horny. Parking her car Beth waddles as fast as she can back to her apartment carrying her bags full of burgers. She must look ridiculous, Beth mused, this big fat whale of a girl, sweaty, carrying so many bags of McDonalds with her. As soon as she entered her apartment Beth threw the bags on her dining room table, grabbed a couple two liters of soda from the fridge, squirmed out of her tight, restricting clothing, took a moment to catch her breath and prepared to fill herself full of fatty cheeseburgers. Beth held the first cheeseburger inches from her mouth, and a small moan swept past it. Her body quivered, glistening with a sheen of sweat, and suddenly she could not take the anticipation any longer. She plunged the burger halfway into her mouth and bit down, feeling her cheeks swell with cheese and beef and lard. She gasped, and her titanic breasts and belly jiggled in turn as waves of pleasure ran through her. As she pushed the second half of the burger into her mouth, she envisioned what twenty cheeseburgers would do to her body. She would grow, layers upon layers of soft, supple fat building up on every part of her, she couldn't even imagine how massive her breasts, ass, and belly would become as she gained pound after pound, and that was all part of the fun. She did not really care all that much where the weight went, though; all she cares about was that she was growing, getting bigger, fatter, more gluttonous with every day. She was going to get so huge. Halfway through her pile of burgers and she was starting to worry herself. Is she really that much of a hog now that she can eat ten cheeseburgers and still not be full? Tilting her head back and chugging a two liter of soda, letting loose a long, loud belch, Beth thought back to when only two cheeseburgers filled her; so much is different now. Horny and moaning while recalling how much her body has changed and how much of an oversized whale she has become, she notices her belly is pressing into the table in front of her. Lifting it up and allowing her bloated gut to rest on top of the table her hunger comes back with full force, as if she has eaten nothing at all. Five more burgers disappear into her eager stomach and now the reality of her situation begins to set in. She is going to end up immobile, she is out of control. Three more burgers are stuffed into her face. Moaning and thrashing she felt her chair creak, and in a flash the legs gave out and she found herself sitting on her floor. Her kitchen chair obliterated by her fat ass, Beth releases monstrous fart against the kitchen floor. Giggling to herself, undaunted by her broken furniture, Beth observes that only two cheeseburgers are left sitting on her plate. Breathing heavily, covered in bits of food, grease and sweat, Beth grabs the last two burgers, one in each hand, and polishes them off. Rubbing and playing with her cheeseburger filled gut, Beth chugs the last of the soda and lets out a final, roaring belch. Reaching beneath her flabby belly to play with herself, she notices how her belly is starting to get in the way of her masturbating. This turned her on so much, the thought of getting too fat to finger herself, of getting too fat to even get out of bed. It all seemed so inevitable now, like this was how it was meant to be. Beth thought of how hot she would feel if she gained a hundred more pounds of blubber, how much delicious food she would get to eat to grow herself past 400, 500, hell, maybe even 600 pounds! After having multiple orgasms at the thought of growing immobile, Beth got up and took a shower in her extra-wide stall, dried off, and plopped down on the edge of her bed. Lazily reaching for the remote for her camera, she hit the record button. “Oof, hi again, Diary. Have I got some news for you!” Beth pulled out another insulin shot and gave it to herself. “See that? That’s an insulin shot. I’m diabetic now! It’s impossible for me to ever lose weight! Cool, huh? Also…” Beth slowly stood up, her hands exploring every inch of herself. “I can’t run anymore. It’s physically impossible! I couldn’t even make it around the track more than once before giving up, so I guess my running days are finally over!” She slapped her belly, sending ripples all throughout her body. “Serves me right, just look how fat I’m getting. You know what I weigh now? I’m 353 pounds of unyielding lard, Diary. Oh, such a fatso. I just couldn’t stop eating, could I?” Moaning, Beth shakes her tits for the camera and then turns and rubs her ass. “I’m just such a naughty fat girl, aren’t I? Such a ridiculously rotund, completely insatiable fat whale of a woman. I even had to buy a new, longer measuring tape, check it out!” Beth pulled out an extra long measuring tape and began sizing herself up. “Okay Diary, you ready for this? My chest is 60”, I mean, just look at these two wobbly, absurdly huge and obese sagging knockers. My waist is 45”, my ass, oh sweet Jesus, my ass is 68” of fat, round booty connecting to my 38” thighs. Oh my God, what a blimp I am! Mmmmm…” Beth trailed off and began to unconsciously masturbate. She lifts her large bosom and belly with her fat arms, letting them drop, watching her belly and breasts bounce and wiggle. Her belly slaps against her massive thighs, obscuring her crotch and sagging towards the floor. It's difficult for Beth to even reach her titanic ass anymore, as the shelf behind you grows uncontrollably with the rest of her fat and bloated body. The thin girl she once was is gone forever, replaced by an obese and bloated glutton, a mountainous woman with no limits to how fat she'll get. All she thinks about is more food, and getting even fatter. Beth realizes her willpower is broken and there's no turning back, there’s only growing bigger, and fatter, and bigger and fatter… Over the next few months Beth only got out of bed to go to the kitchen or go to get fast food somewhere in town. Her fast food stuffing sessions were enormous and much more frequent, and Beth found that her binge of twenty cheeseburgers soon became a routine treat for her. She started every day guzzling beer or liquor and taking appetite enhancers. Every night she finished off two containers full of weight gain shake, stretching her stomach to impossible limits on top of everything else she consumed throughout the day. Her body was dripping with fat, growing faster than ever. Her belly hung further and further toward the floor with every binge. She regularly gave herself insulin shots to maintain her blood sugar level, pushing herself to cram more and more food in her face, stretching her stomach further, and further. There are simply no words to describe how fat her ass got, this beanbag chair of blubber that hung behind her. Rolls upon rolls continued to show up all over her body, her fat face was now home to three chins. Her fatty upper arms dripped over her elbows, and she developed cankles. Walking became a chore, and eventually she just had her refrigerators and pantry moved into her bedroom with her. She bought a reinforced bed to support her morbidly obese growing body, and still did nothing but lay in bed all day, smoke pot, and gorge. Beth’s weight skyrocketed; 360 pounds came and went, then 370, then 380… As she approached 400 pounds, Beth found herself standing in the airport waiting to pick up an old friend and lover, Jill. She was her girlfriend through high school even though they were on opposite ends of the social spectrum. Beth was the hot, popular, sporty chick and Jill was the chubby bookworm who didn’t have many friends. The one thing they did have in common was that they both lesbians, and would stay up late at night kissing, making out, and pleasuring each other in countless ways. Beth was always jealous of Jill’s slightly overweight body, and whenever she watched Jill eat, Beth would be more than a little turned on. Beth couldn’t wait to see how her old high school girlfriend would react to her colossal weight gain. Instead, as Jill came into the terminal, Beth was the one who was blown away. The chubby little bookworm she used to date had shed all her weight and was now a knockout! Still slightly curvy, but in all the right places, Jill was now the hotter, athletic one of the two of them by far. Jill screamed with glee as she ran over and gave Beth a big hug, burying herself deep in her fat. “Oh, Beth, it’s been so long. How’ve you been?” “Oh, you know, been enjoying myself.” “I see that!” Jill says with a sly grin. “Hungry?” Beth asks. “Sure, I could eat, let’s go!” The two girls caught up over dinner at an Italian restaurant. Beth showed no restraint in front of her old lover, eating enough to feed a family of four. Still, Jill didn’t comment on Beth’s weight gain or voracious appetite, they just simply chatted and caught up. That is, until the end of their meal. “Beth, I saw a video online of you pigging out in a gym cafeteria.” “Yeah, you might’ve seen something like that.” “And, let’s not be subtle, you’ve obviously put on much more weight since then.” “A hundred and fifty pounds, give or take.” Jill sat astonished for a moment, and then followed up with, “Why?” “I have a fat fetish. I get turned on by overeating and getting fat.” “Do you plan on stopping?” Jill asked as dessert arrived. Through a mouthful of chocolate mousse, Beth responded, “Never.” Jill sat contemplating this for a moment, watching as her friend filled herself with spoonful after spoonful of chocolate mousse from three different plates full of it. The look on Beth’s face as she took each bite was one of pure bliss, and Jill could clearly see that Beth truly loved her new life. “Then let me help you.” “I don’t want to lose weight.” Beth said sternly. “No, I mean, let me help you gain it.” Beth stopped eating. She was not expecting this. “Really?” “I’ll be blunt, I’ve always suspected you had a thing for weight gain. The way you would watch me eat back when I was heavier and we were in high school, you were more than just jealous. I could tell it turned you on, and I respect your decision to follow through with your fantasy.” Beth sat in attentive silence as Jill continued, “I’m a skilled social worker, I take care of disabled people for a living, and I know you can afford my salary. I might be the only person in the world who understands your need to grow fatter and who’ll take care of you as your movement becomes more and more impaired by your weight gain. I fly home tomorrow, and I need to know if allowing me to help you fulfill your fantasies is something you’d seriously consider.” “Prove it.” Beth said. “How?” Jill asked. “I’m 395 pounds right now, I want you to stuff me so full tonight that I weigh over 400 pounds in the morning. If you can do that, I’ll hire you to take care of me once I’m immobile.” “Deal.” That night, after smoking a huge blunt together, Jill tied Beth to her bed leaving her completely bound and unable to move. Jill said this was to mimic her impending immobility, but Beth suspected Jill was getting off on this. After she was tied up, Jill left the apartment to find Beth something to eat, leaving her immobilized and waiting in eager anticipation for whatever her friend had planned. Almost an hour later, Jill returned with an armload of pizza boxes and bags full of fast food. Setting them on the edge of the bed, Jill walked over and slapped Beth’s belly sending ripples through her entire body. “What a fat, hungry piggy you are. Are you hungry, pig?” Beth nodded guiltily, flushing with excitement. “How hungry are you?” Jill asked grabbing a handful of Beth’s gut. “Starving!” Beth nearly screamed. Leaning forward, rubbing Beth’s gut, Jill whispered, “Are you sure this is what you want?” Beth could only nod, her eyes pleading with Jill to be fed. Without another word, Jill grabbed a burrito from Taco Bell out of one of the bags and held it close to Beth’s face. Beth leaned forward and took a huge bite, and before she could even finish swallowing Jill was already shoving another bite between her lips. Soon the burrito was gone. Next was a slice of pizza from Papa Johns, and then a triple whopper from Burger King. How many stops did Jill make? Did she expect Beth to eat everything? Jill took a break from feeding Beth and instead attached her feeding tube and begins pouring in massive amount of weight gain shake. As Beth swallowed gulp after gulp, Jill kneeled between Beth’s legs and massaged and soothed her slowly inflating stomach. Beth passed gas uncontrollably, embarrassing herself in front of her old lover. Thinking that Jill would be disgusted, she was instead intrigued, and continued to massage and rub Beth’s distended belly. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t be embarrassed, just let loose. I’ll take good care of you.” Jill said lovingly. Beth felt relieved, and simultaneously burped and farted, soothing her bloated gut and making more room to be stuffed. “That’s my girl, just relax and suck on your weight gain shake.” Jill cooed. Jill’s hands moved along Beth’s sides and kneaded the soft rolls she found there, and then continued down, rubbing Beth’s rippling thighs and ass. Jill explored and massaged her former lover’s flabby, ruined body, getting intimate with every fatty bulge she caressed. Jill surprised herself; she was starting to get extremely turned on dominating her old high school sweetheart and watching her inflate with tens of thousands of calories. Grabbing another slice of pizza, Jill removed the feeding tube and stuffed it in Beth’s face before placing the tube right back in her mouth, causing a scrumptious mixture of greasy pizza and weight gain shake to force itself into Beth’s eager stomach. Jill continued to go between exploring Beth’s soon-to-be 400-pound body, stuffing fast food in her, and pouring weight gain shake down her feeding tube. Beth was being pushed to extremes she never thought possible, her stomach stretched to new gluttonous limits. By the end of it she had consumed three extra-large pizzas, five triple whoppers, five burritos and one large container of weight gain shake. Bloated beyond reality, Beth swore she couldn’t swallow another bite, but Jill re-attached her feeding tube and then completely refilled the container with more of her weight gain shake. Beth’s eyes grew wide in protest, but as she felt Jill position herself between her soft thighs, eating out her hot, moist pussy, Beth succumbed to being stuffed further. She closed her eyes and forced herself to start drinking from her feeding tube feeling as if she’s about to explode. She can feel her mountain of a belly filling beyond capacity, weighing down on top of her. Jill continues to give Beth amazing oral, orgasms exploding within her, coaxing her to continue to suck down the fattening fluid into her morbidly obese body. Even as she finishes off every bit of the weight gain shake Jill continues to pleasure Beth into the night. Eventually they lay side by side in bed, Jill gently massaging Beth’s overinflated belly, soothing her as she fell asleep in her arms. V In the morning, Beth awoke alone, untied, and covered in food. She got up and weighed herself to see that she was now 403 pounds of blubber. Jill had pushed her to new limits last night; she never imagined she would ever be able to eat so much in one sitting. Waddling back out into her living room, she saw that Jill had kindly left her six boxes of doughnuts for breakfast. On top of the boxes of breakfast pastries Jill left a note that simply said, “call me when you’re immobile, pig.” Without a bit hesitation, Beth tore into the first box, finishing off a whole doughnut with every bite. Her cheeks were swollen with fried, doughy goodness and icing, she just could not eat fast enough to satisfy her now constantly raging hunger. Four hundred pounds, mmm, what an elephantine tub of lard she is now. Had she ever imagined it would go this far? Sitting on her sofa, her wide load of an ass taking up two couch cushions, her belly filling up her entire lap, she pushed a cream filled doughnut completely in her mouth, buttery cream squirting out all over her face and boobs. Lifting her obese jugs up to her hungry face she licked them clean before letting them drop back down, slapping against her flabby belly. Beth set a goal for herself to eat as much as she did last night, every night, until she was immobile. “Dear Diary, I’m going to get so fat I can’t move.” Beth said into her video camera a few days after her fling with Jill. “I met with an old girlfriend of mine, and not only is she into my weight gain, she’s going to take care of me once I’m immobile! I’m sure this “chance meeting” and hookup isn’t unrelated to the fact that I’m a millionaire, but who cares? As long as I have someone to take care of me once I’m confined to my bed, especially someone who is as turned on by my fat ass as I am, well, I can’t complain. Speaking of which, I don’t know if I’ve told you Diary, but...” Beth bit her lower lip and squirmed, it turned her on so much to think about this. “I’m going to end up immobile whether I like it or not. My appetite is so ruined, it’s pretty intense. I’ve completely destroyed my willpower, I have to eat constantly! Speaking of which…” She reached behind her bed and pulled out a tin full of apple pie. “This is just a small snack. This isn’t even for the camera, I…I just need to eat. All the time.” With that Beth just started shoving handfuls of apple pie in her face, licking her sticky, sweet fingers. Finishing most of it, she gives herself an insulin shot and pulls out her measuring tape. “Honestly, I’m a little scared of where I’m headed. It’s inevitable now, and thrilling to think about. I’m 406 pounds now. My BMI is over 67. It’s crazy, absolutely nuts, but it makes me so happy, so content. I’m living my life the way I want to live it, no regrets!” Beth smiles to herself, still holding her measuring tape, reflecting on her journey so far. “Okay, enough sentiment, down to business. Let’s see, wow, my boobs are 65”, looks like they’ve slowed down a bit. My waist, though. Diary, my waist and belly have just been taking on so much weight lately. My waist is 51”, my belly so big and sexy…” Beth takes a moment to hug her belly, lifting it up with her boobs and cradling it with her soft arms. “Let’s see now, my ass is now 76”, heehee, and my thighs are 42”, ha, wow. And you know what, Diary?” Leaning in close to her camera, breasts and belly hanging toward the floor, Beth whispers, “I’m going to pack on hundreds of more pounds before I’m done.” With a wink she turns her camera off and waddles into her kitchen in search of more treats. By her 25th birthday, Beth weighed 483 pounds. She rarely left her apartment anymore; she was so big now she needed a support bar to pull herself out of bed in the morning. Getting out of bed was a chore for her, leaving her out of breath and heaving. Beth remembered just a few years ago she could run up and down a soccer field while barely breaking a sweat, and now just walking from her bed to her kitchen got her winded! This thought made her smile as she reached down and gave her belly a slap, her whole body violently shaking in response. Her belly hung past mid-thigh now, almost to her knees, and constantly begged to be filled with food. Beth got dressed in the tightest, most revealing clothes that would fit her and huffed her way out her front door to a nearby buffet. At the buffet, Beth was just starting to get a grasp on how out of shape she really was. Getting up to refill her plate left her sweating and panting, and so she decided to pile her table full of as many plates as she could. Onlookers stared in disbelief as Beth emptied entire trays of mashed potatoes, meatloaf, macaroni and cheese, fried steak, as well as plenty of other fatty foods, and brought them all back to her table. Seated with ten plates overflowing with buffet food in front of her, clasping her hands together and beaming with delight at the meal she was about to consume, she started to dig in and make a pig of herself in public. She had given up on all forms of manners, and made a complete mess shoveling food in her face. Belching and passing gas uncontrollably, eating as fast as she could, plate after plate disappeared, and soon with barely any effort at all she had devoured all ten plates full of food. Now it was time for desert. Ten more plates full of ice cream, pies, cakes, and cookies covered her table, and she began shoveling it all inside her. Beth’s face and shirt were a mess; she was being such a slob. The booth she was in was too small and her belly pressed up against the table and flowed over top of it. Food crumbs fell into her massive cleavage and she shamelessly picked them out and ate them. As Beth was finishing her last two plates of deserts she heard a rip. Looking down she saw that she had torn her booty shorts to shreds, and she was wearing nothing underneath. Standing up in a panic, her full belly surged forth and knocked over all her empty plates, sending them crashing onto the buffet floor. Anyone who wasn’t paying attention to her was looking now, and everyone was just in time to see her braless, massive, G cup knockers tear through the tube top she was wearing and hang free for the world to see. Beth was now standing completely naked in public. Completely humiliated, but also extremely horny from the whole experience, Beth grabbed the last two plates of desert and started to slowly lumber her fat, swaying ass out of the buffet as fast as she could. Nobody stopped her, nobody said a word, everyone was too stunned. As she was leaving, she overheard someone say, “What a disgusting, fat pig.” She turned to look and see who could have said that and saw one of her former soccer teammates sitting at a table near where she was. She could not believe it! What were the odds? So, instead of leaving, panting heavily from the exertion of both being extremely turned on and from having to get up from her table, Beth turned to her former teammate and said, “Hi Susie, it’s me, Beth.” Susie’s eyes went wide, her skin went pale. “Beth? I heard you put on some weight, but…oh my god... Is that really you?” Beth nodded, multiple chins wiggling, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh my, holy shit, oh my God, what have you been eating? How’d you get so fat? You were the most beautiful girl on the team, how could you let this happen to you?” “I was just soooo hungry.” Beth said with a wink as she leaned her head back and poured both plates full of desert she was carrying into her bottomless pit of a stomach. Apple pie and ice cream covered her naked body and before Susie could say another word, Beth had waddled out the door. Back home, Beth came repeatedly recalling her encounter at the buffet, she has never been so humiliated, so turned on in her entire life. How could she behave like that, displaying her naked fat body in public so shamelessly! So fat, she’s gotten so unbelievably, insanely obese. After she finishes pleasuring herself, she falls into a deep sleep, anticipating her birthday feast that night. For her 25th birthday feast Beth planned to continue the tradition of recording herself devouring her custom made cakes with the icing pig on top. This time she had eleven large cakes prepared and delivered to her apartment, each one with 600 printed on the top, her goal for next year. She had even more refrigerators and pantry cupboards installed around her bed, and even had a large sized handicap toilet and hot tub installed in her bathroom, as well as an industrial sized scale. She was going for immobility and needed to have everything she needed near her bed. With all of her preparations in order, Beth approached the pile of cakes sitting on a table. Turning on her camera, Beth had only a few words to say. “I’m almost 500 pounds. It’s my 25th birthday, and by next year I want to weigh over 600 pounds. I’m too tired and hungry to measure myself right now, so fuck it. I’m just going to dig in. To immobility!” With that, Beth began to bring handful after handful of the sinfully sweet birthday cake to her lips. Eventually she sits on the bed, full, but not quite stuffed, and continues to plow through the cakes one by one. When she got thirsty she would lean back in bed and place her feeding tube in her mouth suck down her scrumptious weight gain shake before using her support bar to struggle to sit up and stuff herself with more and more cake. This cycle repeated itself for hours, until finally all the cakes were gone and a bloated, belching, farting, snoring, big fat blob of a woman lay sleeping, naked, covered in cake crumbs and icing, her camera still recording her in all her lazy, gluttonous glory. She continued to feast like this for days, weeks, months. Every day it got harder and harder for her to get out of bed and greet the grocery deliver man at her door, or to cook something in the microwave, or mix more weight gain shake. She never knew it would go this far, that she would balloon this much. She could not be happier; she was finally the lustful, gluttonous goddess that she always dreamed of being. Her days consisted of nothing but food, weed, alcohol, and playing with her massively obese and fattening body. Soon she was well over 500 pounds, and did she slow down? No, there was no stopping now, the idea was laughable. There was only forward, gaining indefinitely, every calorie she consumed and pound she gained drove her further and further into a state of gluttonous bliss. Six months later, Beth records the final entry in her video log. “Huff, hey Diary, mfff, what’s up?” Beth says as she crams one oatmeal crème pie after another in her mouth. “This, mfff, will probably be, hooof, my last diary entry. I’m over 580 pounds now, bigger than my scale can weigh. Mmmm, hold on, need another cookie or two. Mmmff, yeshhh, sooo good, just one more. Mmmm, so delicious. Okay, well, I’m having trouble walking at this point, and soon I may be too big to even get myself out of bed. So I want to make this last entry before it’s too late. This is going to take some effort, but let’s try and take some final measurements, shall we?” Beth grabs a mechanical hand on a stick she now uses to pick things up with and, grunting, reaches for her measuring tape. “Let’s give this a try. Okay, my big, fat knockers are, holy cow, 88” around. Holy fuck. My waist is, Jesus, 65” around.” Breathing heavily, Beth was getting winded just from trying to measure herself. “And my ass, ugh, ooohh, my ass is 96” and my thighs are 52”. I’m…I’m so fucking huge.” Her eyes lit up with excitement as she plopped back down on her bed. Beth was extremely proud of her massive weight gain. “Well, I guess this is goodbye, Diary. Soon I’m going to be too fat to record myself anymore. It’s been fun, but now it’s time to cross the line into immobility.” Beth paused, trying to think of a better way to end her video logs. “It’s been more than just fun. It’s…it’s the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. Fuck it, I’m gonna stuff myself one more time on camera. Ready, Diary?” Beth set out an array of pastries, cookies, and cakes on multiple trays in front of her bed. She also placed an order for five large deep-dish pizzas. After popping some appetite enhancers and giving herself an insulin shot, she was ready. “Here I go!” Plowing through her pastries and cookies, consuming everything in sight, Beth moaned, twisting and writhing in absolute bliss. In between mouthfuls of sweet, sugary cakes and pies her hands explored every bit of her body she could still reach. Her belly extended past her knees, her fat ass pushed her up off the edge her bed until she was almost standing. She repeatedly belched loudly, farting without shame, putting on quite the show for her final video log. Still, she continued to pig out. The pizzas arrived, and, slipping on her moo-moo, Beth answered the door and returned as fast as her waddling, morbidly obese ass would carry her. Without hesitation she began shoving slice after slice of pizza down her throat, guzzling from a liter of soda every so often. Incredibly, pizza after pizza disappeared into Beth, and she caught all of her massive feast on film. Finishing the last slice, her belly bigger and fuller than she could ever remember, Beth waved goodbye to her camera, hitting the stop button on her remote. Months later on her 26th birthday, leaning back in bed, cramming pot brownies into her mouth, Beth is now 643 pounds of soft, luscious fat. Her once slim, toned thighs are now so absurdly huge and flabby that she has no choice but to keep her legs spread constantly. Even when she sits down her belly forces her legs apart and spills onto the bed in front of her. Her ass, which used to be tight and firm, is now two dimpled, colossal, wobbling globes that bulge out behind her and jiggle uncontrollably. Where she once had petite, perky little tits she now sports two mammoth, fat and sagging udders that rest comfortably on the bed to either side of her mountainous belly, areolas the size of small plates. Her belly is so humungous now, littered with stretch marks, rolls, and folds, it hangs all the way past her knees when she is standing. Each arm is thicker than her waist was all those years ago when she started gaining. Endless rolls of fat conquer her body, fat spilling out everywhere, she could not believe how absolutely huge she has gotten. Her once thin and pixie-like face is now fat and round with three full chins and covered in chocolate. Turning her attention to her weight gain shake, Beth lustfully sucks down the whole container not even aware that she had just crossed the line into immobility. Trying to get up to refill it last time had been such a chore, rocking back and forth to gain momentum to get out of bed, dragging her behemoth body to the kitchen, belching and farting uncontrollably the whole way. The ordeal had left her oh so hungry and tired that she didn’t even make it back to bed before she drank the entire container of fattening fluid, and so she had to make even more just so she had some to satisfy herself with later. This time, however, as Beth tried to get out of bed to restock on food and refill her weight gain shake container, she realized in a mix of horror and ecstasy that she just did not have the strength to hoist herself up. She was pinned down by hundreds of pounds of fat. Beth had finally done it, she was immobile. The reflection in the mirror above her showed an unrecognizable blob of a woman. Just look at what she has done to herself, how could she have been such an out of control fat hog? She used to be so skinny and in shape. She used to take such good care of herself, eating healthy, exercising regularly, and attending soccer practice. Now look at her, look at what surrendering to her weight gain fetish has done. Did she stop when she gained well over a hundred pounds? No, instead she gained weight even faster. Did she stop when her appetite grew to the point where she was always hungry? No, instead she kept herself constantly stuffed, pushing her appetite even further. Did she stop when she doubled, tripled, quadrupled her initial weight? When she started having trouble walking? When the slightest bit of exertion made her out of breath? Absolutely not, and she loved every delicious moment of her gluttonous journey. In four years Beth had purposefully and deliberately transformed herself from a hot, young, slim athlete into an immobile, bed-ridden, constantly gorging pile of lard. Getting horny thinking of how far she’s come, all the food she had to eat to get this monstrously huge, Beth instinctively reached for her hot, wet pussy to pleasure herself and remembered that it had been over a month since she could reach around the mound of pure fat that was her belly. Smiling, she pulls out her phone, calls Jill and excitedly tells her the good news. She’s immobile, and she needs Jill to come take care of her, in more ways than one. Beth wanted to eat, she needed to eat, and that is exactly what she did. Now, after well over a five hundred pound gain she was free, and nowhere near stopping.

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