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The Artist
     Plump rolls of fat draping across your every inch of skin, glistening with sweat and rippling like an ocean of voluptuous velvet at every shudder, because no shroud could cover your insatiable beauty. Laying across a sturdy bed, limbs uselessly splayed out from your padded belly, with every inch enveloped in a cocoon of flab. Cramming endless mouthfuls of pure indulgence into deliciously ample cheeks, buttery ambrosia dripping down your chin and quelling the hunger in your eyes.
     An artist running their hand down the tender curves and supple valleys of flesh on their masterpiece, their finest creation; because with each reassuring look, each morsel coaxed past your lips, each gentle caress across your canvas of softening skin, they moulded your body as surely as any sculptor chisels at stone. They carved pound after pound onto your slim frame, shaping cold marble and jagged granite into the warmest plush, the smoothest silk. Wiry muscle turned to
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I don't own parks and rec, don't read if you don't like weight gain or related themes... The usual stuff.
     Crunch... Crunch...
     Ann munched on her fourth bag of chips that morning while reclining in a padded chair at her new desk. She had decided to expand her palate and get a little variety in her diet that day, so she was trying out the barbecue flavored potato chips instead of her usual classic flavor. Crumbs cascaded down her massive nurse’s gown into every fold of fabric and fat, and a powdering of greasy residue coated her lips and fingertips. As she neared the bottom of the bag, she stuck her index finger past her plump lips and used it to scoop up all the grease and powdered flavoring from the corners of the bag before crumpling it up and beginning to methodically lick the crumbs off her fingers. Before she could finish, however, she was interrupted by the ringing of the phone on her desk. Ann reache
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Parks and Rec Ann Weight gain story 3
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     Ann tugged at the waistline of her outfit once again, feeling the material rub uncomfortably against her own waist. She had chosen to sit in her usual space in the cafeteria, a normal-sized table near the register, in order to cut down on the ever-present pressure on her feet. It felt like every day she had less energy, and Ann was beginning to dread walking even the short distance to a more scenic and well-placed lunch table. She mulled over her dilemma while absentmindedly munching on a king-size sweetums chocolate bar, feeling guilty in the knowledge that it was her third that day. Ann knew she had put on a few pounds in the last few weeks, to the point where she had to order a new nurse's uniform, but she didn't think it was enough to make her physically limited. 
     Unfortunately for Ann's body, which awkwardly bulged out of every open spa
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Pokemon Serena weight gain story part 13
  This is a WG story, I don't own Pokemon, please comment! Seriously. Even one word comments like "adequate" or "not terrible" inspire me to continue. 
     "Uuuuuuurp!" Serena belched loudly and grimaced at the taste of her near-endless binging. An aftertaste of chocolate, raspberry, and pastry dough haunted her taste buds and forced her to stuff her cheeks with a handful of chocolate truffles to stifle the flavor. Two straight hours of eating had left her exhausted and, for the first time in a long while, full to the point of nausea. She leaned backwards, her mouth hanging half-open, and let out a low groan. Her overfull belly hung down past the edge of her lap and down to her knees like an apron, catching spare crumbs and drops of various sauces in her deep folds. Thankfully, her burp freed up a tiny amount of room, and she quickly shoved another slice of pie against her lips, willing herself to swallow it. Serena barel
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Pokemon Serena Weight Gain Story part 12
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     I thought my weight would have lasted a little bit longer than this! I must look like a mega snorlax! Serena thought desperately, trying to think of a way to explain her situation away. I didn't eat that much at the bakery. It was barely a snack, the way I've been eating lately! Come on... Korrina will be here any minute, and it'll be so embarrassing if she sees me helpless like this!
     However, this rationale wasn't enough to magically shrink Serena's belly, and it remained firmly lodged in the doorway. Her skin-tight, black top wasn't doing her any favors either, and the color certainly lacked any slimming effect. Serena tugged at her sides, sucked in her gut, and pushed with all her strength, but she couldn't break loose. 
     This is humiliating... Wait, this door is wider than the one at the bakery! How in the worl
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 The four children made their way quickly down the roads of Shalour City with the aid of Serena's ryhorn, and they encountered few interruptions other than the occasional questions Serena's friends asked her. She was overwhelmed by having to explain her activities to them, but she was sure that given how her size currently overwhelmed them, they all deserved an explanation. 
     "So, how was Shauna? We haven't seen her since summer camp, after all, and you didn't tell us anything other than that you had met her at a cafe. I'm surprised you ran into her by accident here." Ash walked alongside Serena, seeming not to mind how her size stood out as he caught up on the recent events.
     "I know! She's doing fine, and she said to tell you all hello... Oh, and she's training to become a performer, like me! Here, I got this picture with her and Diantha at the beginning of the we
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     “Oh, come on, fatass. You can do better than this,” said Fleur. One of her hands tightly cupped the gigantic, wobbling ass of the woman in front of her, the other wrapped around her waist and fondling the love handles that hung over the other woman’s skin-tight jeans.

     The woman in question was bent over a box filled with notebooks, clothes, and framed photos. Her body was crammed into the corner of the room beside a large, king-size bed. She feebly swatted Fleur's hand away from her bulging gut and, with a deep grunt, heaved herself upwards. She tightly gripped a nearby shelf for support and heard it creak under her weight.

     “Huff… huff… I think… huff… anywhere… huff… is better than this,” Jennifer said between labored breaths. “I’m just here to pick… pick up the last of my things.” She clutched the cardboard box full of her possessions and began extracting her bulk from Fleur’s embrace.

     “Don't be like that, Jen.” Fleur expertly ran her delicate fingernails up and down the quivering mass of Jennifer’s belly. A strained tank top barely covered past her belly button and left a roll of flab hanging over the front of her jeans exposed. Fleur began to pick away at a small hole in the cloth, tugging at a loose strung. “We both know you came back for more than that.”

     “Listen up, you manipulative little– Uuuurp!” Jennifer let out a forceful belch as Fleur rooted out that one sensitive spot in her gut and dug her nails down into the malleable flesh. Before she could say another word, Fleur’s piercing blue eyes were an inch away from hers and the overpowering scent of roses flooded her head. She felt fingers probing, massaging, coaxing her belly until it felt heavier and heavier and her legs screamed out from under the weight. An instant later her ass hit the bed and sent quivering shockwaves up her body like a mound of jello. Seams along her waistline popped and groaned, just barely holding back the cascading rolls of fat bundled up inside. Then the hands were at it again, sliding up each beanbag-sized ass cheek and aggressively fondling every inch of exposed belly. One drifted upwards to slide a square of rich chocolate past Jennifer’s lips; she readily accepted it. The other slid down, diving underneath the weight of her belly and probing her lower gut.

     Frrrrpt! Fleur grinned as a loud fart trumpeted out from her captive’s quivering ass. Doubling down on her massaging of Jen’s belly, Fleur watched the enormous woman’s rear vibrate with each burst of flatulence. Soon, she could feel Jennifer’s muscles relaxing underneath layers of flab as the larger woman practically melted onto the bed, allowing her trunk-like arms to splay out and letting out a deep, desperate moan.

     Of all the ways she had teased and tormented her feedees, Fleur admitted to herself that this was one of her favorites. There was something so primal, so animalistic, so sexy about seeing the other woman reduced to a whimpering pile of lard before her. She loved the soft, silky feeling of running her fingers over the bulging rolls of flab that hung off her plaything’s body; the skin was pale and delicate, it moulded and folded and gave way under the slightest touch. It covered every inch of the lean, scrawny girl Jennifer used to be, clothed her in a voluptuous gown of gluttony and quivering rolls while trapping her within the prison of her own body.

     And what a body it was.

     The woman on the bed was beyond obese. Short, faded red hair fell down messily to her shoulders and framed her swollen face. She strained to bring her head up but only succeeded in deepening the folds of her triple chin. She wheezed, out of breath and shaking with pleasure, causing her mammoth chest to heave up and down rhythmically. Once small and perky, Jennifer’s breasts had ballooned to the size of basketballs and jiggled with milk and fat after every breath. When upright, they hung down over her belly (she had given up on wearing a bra long ago), but lying down they were plump enough to press up against her face. Fleur made a motion to push them aside, then instead gripped one in each hand and groped them aggressively, pressing each globe up against her body and sending shockwaves of arousal down Jen’s ensnared body.

     Jennifer’s lower body was just as bad. Each leg was composed of several cascading rolls of fat, her thighs squished so close together it was impossible for her to spread them apart. Her double belly spread like an apron of blubber over her thighs and was divided by a deep cleft down the middle. She took up nearly the entire bed in her current state, forcing Fleur to climb next to her to stroke her hair. The purple-haired woman admired the still purple-tinted fringes of Jennifer’s hair, a remnant of their relationship. Fleur noticed Jen still wore the single purple jewel earring on her left ear she had given her for their six month anniversary. She remembered how much Jen had resisted getting wearing the gem, saying it looked out of place and didn’t match her professional attire. It resulted in a fight between them, one of the only fights they had; in the end, Jen wore the earring and outgrew her outfit.

     That was what Fleur did, what she lived for. She took things from people. To her, everyone was a complex, unique bundle of likes and dislikes and habits and personalities and all the things that made someone themselves. They were individuals, they had dreams and aspirations, and each and every person could find a way to fit all these pieces of themselves together to live up to their fullest potential. That was what it meant to be human. And for Fleur, nothing was more interesting, more thrilling, or gave her more exhilarating pleasure than stripping all that away. Every scrap of identity lost, every fiber of individuality bent to her will, and every spark of intelligence crushed was a shred of humanity that was lost forever to the world, but not to her.

     She considered herself a curator of humanity; the only way she could truly know someone was by breaking them down and savoring the fragments of themselves they left behind. The rest of the world, and her objects of attention themselves, did not and could not appreciate the beauty of their humanity. It seemed like such a waste to Fleur, when she could satisfy her need to dominate then and turn them into something much happier in return. So she took, and took, and took until there was nothing left but the aching pleasure of stripping someone down to the core and the panting, farting mass of flesh and gluttony on the bed before her. It was mindless, it was in ecstasy, it was pure, and it belonged to her.

     In a way, Fleur was almost jealous. They say ignorance is bliss, after all. She remembered when she first discovered the instinctive flame of desire that burned away at the back of every person’s mind. She had gone on a class field trip, back in second grade, to a farm located half an hour outside the city. It was a beautiful day, with clear blue skies and the flowers in bloom for the spring. She couldn't remember much about the farm itself, though, save for part of a tour through the livestock facilities. The moment she laid eyes on the rows and rows of fattened pigs, something deep within her snapped awake. These animals were caged, wallowed in their own filth, and were being raised for nothing more than slaughter, and yet they did nothing but gorge themselves on slop. It felt instinctively right, somehow, and it would occupy her dreams for years.

     Now, she knew the truth behind her feelings; buried deep within each person was only the desire for gluttony and pleasure, sustenance and sloth. The more she took away, the more someone would revert to these instincts, and the more she satisfied those instincts, the more she owned them. Her experiments stretched from toppling athletes and social queens in her high school years to seducing and fattening impressionable freshmen in college, but nothing serious, nothing permanent. That is, until a year ago, when she met the energetic and high-achieving Jennifer. They clicked immediately, Fleur the wild art major and Jen the savvy business major.

     Within a month, Jen’s grades had fallen from A’s to B’s while her dress size had nearly doubled.

     Three months in, and they were inseparable; Fleur was joined at the hip to Jen’s expanding waist, and Jen grasped nervously for Fleur’s hand any moment they were apart.

     After six months, straight C’s and a bathroom incident drove Jen out of college and into the welcoming arms of her girlfriend. The move to Fleur’s apartment happened quickly, and Jen’s withdrawal from her friends and family occurred soon after.

     Nine months after they met, and Jen was accused at an airport of using a fake passport. She was 300 pounds heavier, had dyed her hair purple, and set off metal detectors with an array of navel piercings. The experience ended after she was grounded for being too wide for a single seat.

     Fleur had been so close with Jen. She was almost there, almost at the point of no return, but she had pushed her a little too far and a little too fast. One week ago, Jen declared that enough was enough.

     One day ago, Fleur met a cute girl in her microbiology class. She was innocent and gorgeous and just the perfect body type.


     A whiff of her victim’s flatulence brought Fleur back to reality. The seductress waved her hand playfully over her nose. “Oh, Jen. Excuse you,” she punctuated her remark with a final squeeze. Jennifer stifled a moan, her chubby fingers clawing uselessly at the bedsheets. “Admit it, Jen. You can’t give this up. You can’t give me up. You need this.”

     “I never- Uuuurp- needed this.” Jen finally managed to push herself upright. Her arms shook with the effort, sweat glistening alongside stretch marks. She spat back at Fleur, “ -you were the one who… who made me into this. You made me this way, and I’m sick and tired of it.”

     Jennifer heaved herself to a standing position, her belly swinging like a pendulum down over her thighs. Fleur refused to lend a hand, instead opting to watch her ex-feedee struggle to keep her balance. Once she was sure of her footing, Jennifer lifted her box of possessions off of the bed and began the arduous process of waddling out the bedroom door.

     Fleur caught up to her in the hallway, darting in front of the lumbering woman before she could reach the front door of the apartment. Blue eyes gleaming, she pinched Jennifer’s underbelly and giggled.

     “Me? Look at yourself, babe. This is you. This is all you. No one forced you to take that extra slice of cake whenever we went out to eat. No one said you had to quit your ‘diet’ two days after you started.” The grin dropped from Fleur’s face, and her eyes grew hard. “Oh, sure, I wasn’t the best influence. I didn’t encourage you to work out. I was willing to accept you, whatever shape you were in. Who could blame you for letting go a little when there was a beautiful woman waiting back home who gave you belly rubs when you had your ‘little’ binges?”

     Fleur’s eyes took on a dangerous edge, and Jennifer found that she had both her hands buried in the flesh of her belly. “I certainly didn’t blame you. I didn’t mind. But don’t you dare for a moment say that I did this to you, because it wasn’t my job to pry your fat ass off the couch when you wouldn’t even walk ten feet to the goddamn kitchen. I’m not the one who ate a gallon tub of ice cream before bed every night.” Jen squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out Fleur’s words. “That was you, lardass. You stuffed your little piggy snout day and night, you cried your heart out and chugged a tub of chocolate fondue when you saw yourself in the mirror, and you came groveling to me when your fucking gut got so big you couldn’t even reach yourself down there.”

     “You can’t go back to your old life. You can’t live alone. I’d bet my life that you can’t lose a single fucking pound. I’m the only one who will feed you and fuck your fat ass in this entire city. But if you turn around and sit down on that bed right now, I can stuff you and screw you until curling your toes is the only thing your feet are able to do.” Finishing her tirade, Fleur quickly switched tactics once again. Jennifer was almost swayed by Fleur’s open, beckoning eyes and the now-gentle coaxes of her feeder’s palms across her belly. “Come on, sweetie. This could be so easy…”

     Shut up!” Jen yelled, pushing Fleur away. She held her box defensively between her body and Fleur’s. “I’m not going back, and I’m not listening to you anymore. I am taking my things, and my body, and leaving. Oh,” Jennifer said as she fumbled awkwardly with her ear, “You can have this back too.” Fleur gracefully caught the object lobbed at her. It was the purple earring.

     “Hmm.” Fleur pursed her lips in disapproval, forming a thin purple line. “Fine. I don’t need to offer you my help if you won’t take it. In fact, I think my time would be much better spent with Emily.” Seeing Jennifer’s confused glance back from the doorway, Fleur elaborated. “A girl I met the other day. None of your concern, now.”

     Jen frowned. “You’re right, it is none of my concern. But God help whatever poor girl you’re luring in now,” Jen said as she squeezed past the doorframe and lumbered down the hall, “And I hope she catches on while she can still fit through your bedroom door!”

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    “...I've got a bad feeling about this.”

    Emily shook her head lightly as she stared up at the brightly lit sign. Above her were the words
Bella Porcellino, hung from a sign above an elegant doorway. Well-dressed patrons walked around her to exit and enter the building, and she could hear the sound of a piano drifting out from past the open door. A sudden gust of wind blew chills across her arms, prompting her to begin walking forward.

    “What am I doing… this is insane… she probably won't even show up…” Emily mumbled off a litany of complaints to no one in particular. She entered the restaurant lobby and cast a quick look around while fiddling with her dress. The mystery date was nowhere to be seen, although Emily spotted several tables concealed by the elegant columns throughout the dining area where her date could be hiding. Straightening her dress once more and taking a deep breath, she turned towards the wait staff at the front of the lobby.

    Sarah had picked out an outfit for her friend which, in her own words, would “guarantee some action on the first date”. Emily wore a slim, form-fitting, low-cut dress which fell down to her ankles with slits cut out to expose a good deal of her legs. The shimmering blue fabric shone even in the dim light of the restaurant, and paired with heels and a dazzling necklace, even Emily admitted she felt as impressive as Sarah said she looked. Reaching the front of the lobby in a few steps, Emily shook back her hair and cleared her throat.

    “Er- excuse me, but I'm supposed to meet someone? They, uh, might have a reservation, I don't really know.” At the waitress' confused look, Emily elaborated. “Oh! Her name is Fleur, I think?”

    “Right this way, miss.” The waitress nodded and led the way out into the sea of tables. Emily hurried to keep up but repeatedly stopped to discreetly examine the dishes on each table. The dining area was a storm of mingling scents and delicious aromas, with wait staff rushing from table to kitchen bringing out food and clearing away plates. After nearly bumping into one of the waiters, Emily navigated her way to a table on the far side of the room where the waitress was waiting. A moment later, Emily felt a hand rest against her arm.

    “Emily! I'm so glad you made it. I was worried for a minute you weren't coming…” Fleur’s silky voice came across as a whisper into Emily’s ear. The blonde spun around in response, jerking her arm away from the other woman’s hand.

    “Oh! Um. Yes. I made it! Got here in one piece. Not that I would get here any other way, heh…” Emily’s vocabulary crumbled at the sight of the stunning beauty standing next to her. She rubbed her arm anxiously where Fleur had touched her and let out a forced chuckle. “You, uh, you look great! Wait, not great, I'm sorry I know I already said that word this morning but I don’t mean that you’re not great just that I need a better word and–”

    Fleur silenced Emily by holding up a finger to the other girl’s lips. A jolt of electric feeling ran through Emily’s body from the contact, and Fleur gave her partner a small grin.

    “Relax.” She sat down on one side of the table and gestured to Emily to take the opposite seat. “And thank you. You look… magnificent… as well.” Her smile grew at her word choice, playfully teasing Emily’s awkwardness.

    Emily quickly slid into her chair and hid her face behind the menu. “Thanks,” she mumbled quietly while her face turned beet red. When she heard Fleur pick up her menu as well, she took the opportunity to steal another glance at her date.

    Fleur was breathtaking, to say the absolute least. She wore a flowing purple dress which seemed to cling to every curve on her body while hanging loosely from her shoulders in an elegant fashion. Her outfit accentuated the pronounced swell of her hips and chest, appearing to flow off of her body like a second skin. She wore her hair down, like before, openly displaying the colorful streak of purple strands running alongside her face. Her plump lips were a brighter and darker tone of purple than before, giving her a look of mystique and deadly charm. However, Emily’s eyes were drawn to the low cut of Fleur’s dress, which exposed so much skin it was barely respectable for the type of place they were in. Her fixation was only broken when a purple fingernail began to trace the contours of Fleur’s ample cleavage, leaving soft impressions in the pale skin. Emily snapped her head up to meet the Fleur’s bemused look.

    “You know, I don't recall there being a list of entrees written down there.” Fleur lifted her fingertip from her bosom and gently tapped Emily’s menu. “Also, your menu is upside down.”

    Emily tossed her menu gently to the side and placed her head onto the table to hide her blush. “I… I don't…” she mumbled through her embarrassment, “I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me, I swear I'm not this awkward or creepy normally.”

    Fleur giggled and shook her head. “No, no, it's fine, really! I've gone out with guys who try to grab my boobs on the first date. Against that standard, you're doing just fine,” she said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Besides, I know I tend to draw a lot of attention - trust me, I'm used to it.”

    Emily perked up slightly at this, her face slowly returning to normal. “Well. Regardless, I'm sorry for being so awkward. Can we… start over?” She stuck out her hand and Fleur took it in hers. “My name is Emily, I'm a creative writing major, I'm also part of the University dance team, and I'm no good at first dates.”

    Fleur shook her hand gently. “I'm Fleur, I'm an art major, I’m the president of the gourmet cooking club, and…” She placed her elbows on the table and leaned over, causing her breasts to sway seductively and practically burst out of her dress. “...I think you're adorable when you blush like that.”

    Emily stammered as she felt warmth seeping throughout her body. Thankfully, the waitress arrived to take their orders and provided an opportunity for Emily to avert her eyes and organize her thoughts.

    “Are you two ready to order?”

    Fleur snapped her menu shut. Emily reached for the menu at her side, but instead found it already neatly folded in Fleur’s hand.

    “Yes, we're ready. We’d like the stuffed peppers for an appetizer, and an order of breadsticks, of course. I'll have the house specialty lasagna, and she'll have the three-cheese stuffed ravioli. Oh, and a bottle of the house white wine, as well.” Fleur rattled off the order and handed the menus to the waitress in one fluid motion. The waitress nodded once and quickly left with their orders. Meanwhile, Emily was left overwhelmed and could only open and close her mouth in apparent confusion.

    Fleur reached over and clasped Emily’s hand in both of hers. “Trust me, the stuffed pasta here is the best thing you'll ever taste. The cheese’s flavor just explodes in your mouth and… Mmmm.” Fleur moaned quietly for emphasis, then saw Emily’s look of surprise. “Oh, I'm so sorry; did you want to order something else? I guess I just got so carried away that I forgot to ask you.” Her eyebrows creased into a worried expression as she squeezed Emily’s hand gently.

    The feel of Fleur’s soft hands curled around her own sent chills up Emily’s arm and froze all rational thought. “Uh… No, yeah, that's fine. It sounds fantastic.” She was actually a little concerned about all the carbs in their meal with dance competition season starting soon, but she figured this was a night for experimentation.

    “Oh, good. You will love it, I promise.” Fleur gave the blonde another sly grin. “So… Other than drifting off during lectures and ogling gorgeous women, what do you do in your free time?”

    “Well, I already mentioned that I'm part of the dance team. State champions for two years running!” Emily flashed a grin in return, becoming used to the other girl’s constant flirting. “Other than that, I spend a lot of time writing for fun, studying, and… I guess that's it.”

    “Really? No time for partying it up? Sounds like you could use a little more excitement in your life.”

    “Trust me, I have plenty enough excitement in my life already. A crazy roommate, my European History professor who hates me…”

    Fleur pouted, her purple streak of hair falling over one side of her face. “Aw, this is no good at all, then.” Emily became acutely aware of Fleur’s hand on hers as Fleur began to stroke her palm with the tips of her nails.

    “No good at all?”

    “No!” Fleur exclaimed, fake sadness dripping in her voice. “It sounds to me like you're a nice, shy, innocent girl,” she said as she leaned forward again. Emily subconsciously leaned in as well, drowning in the deep blue of Fleur’s eyes. Fleur turned her head slightly and closed the distance, pressing her supple cheek against Emily’s and bringing her lips mere millimeters away from her partner’s ear. Emily felt a trickle of baited breath flutter across her neck and light her nerves on fire as Fleur whispered to her.

    “...and I would absolutely corrupt the fuck out of you.”

    Emily could feel the other woman’s lips sound out every word against her skin. Fleur punctuated each syllable with a shake of her head, her silky skin sliding slowly over Emily’s cheek. Emily felt her nerves go haywire, fires burning across the surface of her body and her senses overwhelmed with the whispers of the seductress. Fleur pulled back to face Emily, their noses almost touching. She tilted her head down and subtly bit her lower lip as she gauged Emily’s reaction with wide, eager eyes.

    “I'd be so, so bad for you. I can tell this is your first time going out with another woman.“ Her voice dropped an octave, now a barely audible whisper. “Are you a virgin, then? You've never been–” Her nails curled into Emily’s palm and elicited a soft gasp as she punctuated the word. “–fucked by anyone before? Would I be your first?”

    She still held the blonde’s limp hand in her own. Slowly, she lifted it up and ran the tip of Emily’s finger across her breast, leaving ripples in the fabric of her dress. Teeth bit down on purple lips to stifle her low moan at the touch. “Naughty girl. You're already copping a feel?” One finger became two, and three, and four, until Emily’s entire hand began to mash itself into Fleur’s melon-sized flesh. “I'm going to make you so, so–”

    “Oh, good, our appetizer is here!” In the time it took for Emily to blink, Fleur retracted her hand and slouched back into her seat. She stared into Emily’s eyes, licked her glistening purple lips once, and winked before turning to face the approaching waitress. Emily glanced around wildly, but no one around their secluded table had seemed to notice what was happening. A massive platter of stuffed peppers was placed in the center of the table, along with a large basket of bread and two plates. A second waiter came to the table a moment later to pour two glasses of wine for the women.

    Emily barely registered any of it. Her vision felt cloudy and the rest of the room seemed subdued and muted. All her attention and focus was narrowed in on the girl in front of her, those purple lips burned into her retinas. Every slight touch against her skin felt red hot.

    “Miss, are you uncomfortable? Would you like us to turn down the temperature?” the waitress asked after noticing Emily’s reddened face.

    “N-No, I think I-I’m fine.” Emily replied, sending the waitress away. She quickly grabbed her glass of wine and downed half of it, relishing the cool relief it gave her. She took a few deep breaths and finally turned to face Fleur once again.

    “W-What was that?”

    “These? They're stuffed peppers, I'm not sure what they've got in them…” Fleur feigned innocence until she saw Emily’s stunned look. “Oh, that? I told you, you look adorable when you blush!” She winked at the blonde and stabbed a pepper with her fork.

    Emily felt herself beginning to calm down again. Myriad emotions still ran through her mind, but they were almost all drowned out by a mental voice screaming ‘This girl is hot!’ She had never come close to experiencing anything like this in her life, but she knew some part of her deep down craved more of it. Pushing those thoughts out of her head for the moment, Emily instead tried to focus on eating. She followed Fleur’s lead and stabbed a single pepper with her fork, then popped it into her mouth. She took a moment to chew the lump of fried vegetable and dough before swallowing.

    “Mmm! Alright, I admit, that is really good.” Emily pointed her fork at the plate and nodded in appreciation. Part of her was just glad to return to normal conversation.

    “Really? You're not just protecting my culinary feelings?” Fleur joked.

    “Really! I'm kind of surprised, I don't usually go for heavier food like this but–”

    Fleur cut Emily off. “Perfect! There's plenty more here, and I'm so glad I don't have to eat them by myself. Gotta watch that figure, ya know?” She wiggled in her seat as she grabbed hold of the platter. Tilting it, she began using her fork to slide half the peppers onto Emily’s plate.

    “Oh, please, I don't need that many.” Emily picked up her plate and held it out to Fleur, trying to shuffle some of the peppers back onto the platter.

    “Don't worry about it, I'm buying tonight. Oh, sorry! Let me get that for you.” Fleur took Emily’s plate, placed two buttery breadsticks onto it, and handed it back.

    “Oh, no, I didn't want–”

    Emily was silenced again by a moan from Fleur as she bit into her own breadstick. “You have got to try this, right now. It is so good!” She brushed her purple bangs behind her ears and bit off another chunk of bread.

    Slowly, Emily followed suit. She picked up her own bread, inspected it, and tore off a chunk. It was covered with seasonings and had a greasy sheen, but still smelled delicious. A droplet of butter fell from the bread to Emily’s plate.

    “I don't know… It looks a little too greasy for my tastes.”

    “Don't be so picky, just eat it.” Fleur gave Emily her best puppy-dog eyes. “One bite? Just for me?”

    Emily couldn't help but roll her eyes and giggle. “Alright. One.” She bit into the breadstick, eyes widening at the taste. She frantically chewed and swallowed the buttery bread before biting off another piece, and another. “Mmmph! Ok, you're right - this is really good.” Finishing the first one, she began to not-so-subtly eye the second.

    Fleur caught the look. “Oh come on, don't just stare at it, eat it! Splurge a little, nerd girl!” Emily responded with a glare, but began giggling after a few seconds. She popped another stuffed pepper into her mouth and began nibbling the second breadstick on Fleur’s encouragement.

    “Don't call me nerd girl! I'll have you know I'm watching my carbs to get ready for dance practice next week.” Finishing the second breadstick, Emily started on her third pepper.

    “Pshhh. Look at you! You're in great shape. You can afford to eat some damn breadsticks if you want to.” Fleur placed her second one on her date’s plate and plucked another stuffed pepper for herself. “So, what kind of dances do you do?”

    “Oh, all kinds!” Emily began to get lost in the conversation about one of her favorite passions. The remainder of the stuffed peppers on her plate, as well as the third breadstick, disappeared over the course of their talk.

    “...mmph, and that's why they have to keep their left leg bent when they do those- urp- jumps. Excuse me!” Emily apologized as she finished explaining one of her more complicated moves to Fleur.

    “Wow. I had no idea that's how they did it.” Fleur shook her head in astonishment and ignored the interruption. Before Emily could add anything to the explanation, Fleur nodded her head to the left. “Finally, our food is here. Took them long enough.”

    A different waitress than before approached the table with a wide circular tray. She turned to Fleur.

    “One house special lasagna?”

    “That's mine, yes,” Fleur confirmed. The waitress set a wide plate heaped with lasagna in front of Fleur and shifted the appetizer plates. “Here, would you mind taking these plates away for us?” Fleur asked, holding up her own empty plate. Before Emily could comment, Fleur slid the remaining third of the stuffed peppers onto Emily’s plate and gave the larger platter to the server. “Making room,” was the only explanation she gave to Emily.

    Next, the waitress set down a wide, steaming bowl in front of Emily, moving her appetizer plate to the side. Emily was stunned; it looked like someone had made a mountain of cheese in a bowl and fried it. The bowl contained multiple handfuls of large, cheese stuffed raviolis, which were then placed in an additional cheese sauce.

    “Oh my god. There's no way I'm going to be able to eat all of this.” Emily told her date, eyeing her meal skeptically. She was already somewhat full from all the food from their first course, and couldn't imagine a normal human eating that much grease and cheese in one sitting. She prodded it experimentally with her fork. Gulping, she then stuck her fork entirely into the well of fondue and withdrew a large ravioli, strings of half-melted parmesan hanging off of it. She twirled it once to collect the stray cheese and thrust it into her mouth.

    “Well? What do you think?” Fleur asked while chewing a mouthful of lasagna. “Good?”

    “Better than good.” Emily replied with a full mouth.“Where has this been all my life?” Multiple flavors intermingled in her mouth, the warm packets of greasy cheese and dough practically melting on her tongue. However, when she swallowed the bite, it felt like a lump of material settling into her stomach.

    “Oof. Ok, I'm already full.” Emily groaned, setting her fork on the edge of the bowl.

    Fleur frowned at her.

    “You're joking.” Emily shook her head in response. Fleur eyed the food with a gleam in her eye. “There’s no way I'm letting you waste some of the best Italian food in town.”

    “Don't get me wrong, I love it, it's just too–”

    “Stop.” Fleur held up a hand and pointed to Emily’s glass of wine. “Drink.”


    “Trust me. Drink.”

    “Um… Alright?” Emily took a sip of wine.

    “Great. Now take a bite.” Fleur pointed to the cheesy pasta.

    Emily sighed. “Yeah, alright, I get it.” She took a bite out of another ravioli square and glared at the woman opposite her. “You're worse than my mother,” Emily teased.

    “It's only because I care about you!” Fleur teased back with a mock lecturing tone. Both girls descended into giggles at this. “Speaking of that, where are you from?”

    Emily slurped up another spoonful of rich fondue. “I'm local. Both my parents were born and raised here.” Fleur reached over, stabbed a stuffed pepper with her fork, and held it out in front of Emily’s mouth. The blonde chuckled at the gesture but opened her mouth to accept it.

    “I'm from out of town, but I live in an apartment nearby for the spring semester classes. Like you, I assume.” Emily nodded her head to confirm. “I was never really that close to my parents.”

    After a while of small talk and introductions, Emily was completely stuffed. She felt ready to burst, and could practically feel the seams of her dress straining against her belly. She ran her fork along the side of the bowl to scoop up some of the cheesy residue and placed it onto the last stuffed pepper. She couldn't believe she had managed to eat every last one; she couldn't remember how many Fleur took, but it certainly didn't seem like half.

    A low gurgle erupted from Emily’s gut as she tried to keep down the forkfuls of cheese she had eaten. Looking down, she saw that about half the pasta on her plate remained untouched. Fleur put her own fork down next to her half-finished lasagna and stared pointedly at Emily.

    “What's the matter? You're not finished, are you?”

    “Listen, Fleur, I’m being dead serious,” Emily said, “I don’t think I can physically keep any more of this down.”

    “Of course you can! You just need a little motivation.” Fleur drummed her fingers on the table. “How about we play a little game?”

    “Um… sure?”

    At the acceptance of her invitation, Fleur gave Emily a knowing smile. She gently picked up the bottle of wine sitting to the right of their meals and refilled Emily’s glass to the brim. Scooting her chair closer to the table, Fleur then arched her fingers together in contemplation.

    “The rules are simple. When I say ‘drink’, take a sip,” she clinked a purple nail on the edge of Emily’s wine glass, “and when I say ‘eat’, take a nice, big bite.” She nodded her head towards Emily’s plate. “Now, drink.”

    Emily raised her eyebrow at the other woman, but complied. She carefully brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip.

    “Good. Now eat.”

    “I told you, I'm way too full to even look at this right now!” Emily exclaimed.

    Fleur frowned. “Let me clarify the rules. You eat–” She gave Emily a sly look and barely parted her lips. “–or else.”

    Emily jumped slightly as a foreign touch drifted across her belly. Looking down, she saw Fleur’s leg extended under the table, the pointed tip of her black heels tracing circles around Emily’s belly button. Fleur's foot seemed to zero in on the side of her gut which ached with fullness and targeted it. With a lunge, Fleur jabbed her foot into Emily’s side.

    “Ow! What the hell-” Emily stopped when she felt a sudden eruption of pressure in her gut. Her tormentor’s shoe dug deeper into her bloated belly, creating a surge of rising pressure and causing Emily to nearly hurl. “UUUUURRP.” Emily let out a loud belch.

    “Good girl. Feel better now?” Blue eyes locked onto hazel from behind a veil of purple strands. “Do you think you can take just one more bite for me?”

    Emily nodded dumbly and took a meek bite out of another pasta. A long string of gooey cheese was left hanging between her plate and her mouth.

    Fleur reached over and twirled the stray cheese around her finger, then lifted it to Emily’s half-parted lips. She gently stuck it into Emily’s mouth, allowing her to slurp the food off before she withdrew her glistening finger. She ran it over Emily’s lips and left a greasy trail across them, then did the same to her own indigo lips. “Eat,” she whispered the command.

    Emily was torn between half a dozen maddening sensations stimulating her body. Fleur’s seductive voice was all she could hear beyond the distant din of the restaurant, and each word sent chills down her spine. Her lips tingled from Fleur’s touch, while her mouth desperately craved the taste of both the greasy morsel Fleur had fed her and the other girl’s shimmering, plump lips. Fleur’s heel remained rested on her tiny belly, leaving a threat hanging over the air of the table. The blonde’s thoughts ran in circles as she desperately tried to clear the fog in her mind and focus, but she found herself returning time and time again to Fleur. The woman dominated her focus and invaded every thought, leaving her body flushed with suppressed heat. Embarrassed beyond belief at her own table manners and aroused past rational thought, Emily found that she could do little but follow Fleur’s suggestive commands.

    Stabbing two thick, cheesy raviolis, Emily began to gorge herself on the pasta in front of her. She ladled forkfuls of grease and cheese to her face and greedily sucked them down, ignoring the building tension in her stomach and straining of her belly against her dress. Every time she began to slow, Fleur reapplied pressure to her gut and sent a wave of pressure and nausea up her body, prompting her to resume eating before she lost either her nerve or her dinner. Occasionally Fleur would lift her heel from Emily’s side, allowing her a brief respite to gulp down a mouthful of wine. It was a cycle of gluttony and punishment in which Fleur pulled all the strings, and as the meal went on Emily could feel the wine creating a buzzing in her head and a dulling of her senses. By the time she crammed the last doughy lump into her mouth, she felt filled with heavy grease and fat, her body slowly succumbing to the light buzz of the wine and lust for the woman across from her. She couldn’t fight it, couldn’t resist loving every second of it.

    And no matter what every fiber of her common sense screamed at her, she craved more.

    Her plate finally cleared, the stuffed girl leaned back in relief. However, Fleur gave her no respite. “Wow, you must have been hungrier than you thought! I’m actually feeling full myself. It’s too bad this stuff doesn’t keep well for leftovers… but if you feel up to it, I’d be glad to share.” Fleur used her fork to slide the remaining third of her lasagna onto Emily’s plate.

    Emily groaned and shook her head. She offered feebly: “Ugh… not hungry.” She pushed the plate away from her.

    Fleur’s hand shot out and grasped the other side of the plate, slowly forcing it back in front of her date. “No, please, I insist.” Before Emily could protest further Fleur shifted her leg and gently tapped her heel between Emily’s thighs, easily rooting out her most sensitive spot.

    A jolt of heat, electricity, and shame burnt through Emily’s spine. Stars appeared in her vision as she tried to process the feeling. Arousal and a deep craving surged into every part of her body, lighting up her face and creating a deep ache in her core. Fleur observed all this and gracefully pressed the full wine glass to Emily’s lips. Emily drained it, savoring the cool relief it once again brought her. However, Fleur refilled it once again with the last drops of liquid from the bottle and pressed it to Emily’s lips again. She drank it more slowly this time, but still managed to finish the glass with a gasp.

    Emily could barely hear the surrounding tables or notice anything but her own food and Fleur as her thoughts grew fuzzier. The only thing that cut through the fog were the feelings of her taut belly, the lasting touch of Fleur’s foot, and the intoxicating voice and beauty of the other woman.

    She felt a fork slide into her hand. Fleur guided her hand over to the waiting pile of lasagna and applied more pressure to her heel with every inch closer her hand moved. The message was clear to Emily.

    Fleur lifted her hand off of Emily’s, leaving the other girl shaking with indecision. Slowly, she brought her fork down to the plate, ignoring the protests of her stomach. When her utensil touched the pile of cheese, sauce, and dough, Emily felt Fleur lift her foot up and gently flick the tip of her shoe upwards. With a shudder, she scooped up a lump of lasagna and, steeling her nerves, shoved it into her mouth.

    The instant the food was past her lips, Emily was rocked by a wave of heat and pleasure. Fleur dug her heel deep between Emily’s thighs and began grinding against it rhythmically. As Emily chewed and swallowed, forcing the calorie-stuffed bite down, Fleur slowed to a stop. When Emily looked up, her date merely stared back with half lidded eyes and a bemused smile. An outstretched finger tapped the plate impatiently, prompting Emily to continue.

    Each bite was rewarded with the same reaction from Fleur. Emily scarfed down the pasta dish as quickly as she could, craving the growing fullness and desire building up in her core. Every hesitation brought the seductress’ attentions to a halt, leaving her feeling empty and desperate for more. Emily nearly sighed in disappointment when she saw that the plate was now empty and Fleur withdrew.

    “What an appetite! I envy your metabolism,” Fleur said as their waitress approached to clear away the empty plates. “Personally, I’m saving room for dessert. My friend told me that I absolutely have to try this place’s chocolate cake.” She said this as she faced the waitress, giving her a small nod. A moment later she returned with a large slice of rich, decadent cake.

    “Ah… I…” Emily searched for words. This was moving too fast. She couldn’t begin to process what had happened in the last half an hour, much less keep up with what seemed to be an endless array of meals ordered by her date. “I mean… I really don’t think I should… I can’t… carbs…” Emily mumbled unintelligibly, trying to find a reason to refuse.

    “Aw, don’t you want to try just a little bite? A little sugar never hurt anyone.” Fleur assaulted Emily with a pair of pitiful, imploring eyes. This all seemed too familiar to Emily, but she was beyond questioning it now.

    Emily’s head swam with alcohol and Fleur’s advances. She hesitated, letting the suggestion sink in, before meeting Fleur’s imploring gaze and giving in. She nodded and picked up a fork, but before she could stab the side of the cake, Fleur jerked the plate away.

    “Oh, but you’re right. You ate so much tonight, you must be so full.” Fleur rested her palm on Emily’s empty hand and caressed it reassuringly. “Unless you really want some?”

    Emily could feel her heart pounding, her face burning with desire and hunger. She nodded weakly. “Yeah, why not. Like you said, it’s just a little sugar…”

    Fleur clasped Emily’s other hand, causing her to drop the fork. She leaned in once more, running her heel teasingly along Emily’s inner thigh. “Not good enough,” she whispered, lifting a hand to brush a strand of blonde hair aside, “I need you to say it for me. Tell me what you really want.”

    Emily gulped. This wasn’t right. She wasn’t thinking right. She tried to pull away, but her lips moved against her will, responding to what her body demanded. “I… I don’t want to share it. I want the whole thing, it’s just...  I- I’m so full, I don’t…” Emily felt dizzy, but every word she spoke brought Fleur’s wandering foot farther and farther up her thigh. “I need… I need you to help me…” She was rewarded with the sensation of Fleur’s heel pressing down between her legs.

    Fleur already had a fork heaped with chocolate icing at the ready. When her date finished speaking, her face lit up in a wide smile. She immediately responded by rotating her foot slowly, sending shockwaves up and down Emily’s body and eliciting a panicked gasp. The forkful of cake was in the blonde’s mouth before she could recover. “Of course, sweetie. Whatever you need.”

    Emily swallowed the cake eagerly and clutched the edges of the table for support. “More,” she whispered.

    Fleur began to repeat the process, scooping up a large pile of sugary bread and frosting before grinding her heel into Emily’s crotch and stuffing the other girl’s open mouth when she reacted. As the slice of cake slowly disappeared, Fleur slid her foot lower and lower until it was nestled between Emily’s sensitive areas and her chair. She sped up her ministrations as she neared the final few chunks of dessert.

    By the time Fleur ran her fork across the plate to catch the last few crumbs and dribbles of icing, Emily could barely move without sharp pains of fullness deep in her gut. She greedily sucked down the last forkful of frosting and gasped for breath, feeling her stomach churn in response. She could feel a building pressure in her gut, a combination of stuffed bloatedness and cascading waves of pleasure. Just as that pressure reached its peak, however, Fleur’s foot froze in place.

    “I have your check, if you're ready?” The waitress’ voice cut through the haze of Emily’s thoughts. The woman stood beside the table, black book in hand and waiting expectantly. Her polite smile and professional look betrayed no indication that she was aware of what was happening at the table.

    Fleur quickly slipped her credit card into the checkbook and handed it back. She dismissed the waitress with a casual wave. With a sensual sigh, she slid her foot back along Emily’s inner thigh and down to the floor. Giving her date a long look, she admired her handiwork.

    “Nghhh…” Emily whimpered pitifully at the other girl’s movement. She was was a completely stuffed, flushed, turned-on emotional wreck, but she craved another second of Fleur’s touch more than anything in the world at that instant. Her mouth hung half-open, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps of desire and torturous denial. Fleur shook her head and cupped Emily’s cheek, then began gently murmuring to her.

    “Breathe, baby. Relax… that’s it…” Fleur ran her fingers over heated pale skin and waited for the feel of Emily’s pulse to slow. When she felt the other girl had regained control over her emotions, she withdrew and rested her head in one hand. “Well, this was fun!”

    Emily blinked once, then nodded. “Yeah. Fun,” Emily replied, slightly monotone. The entire experience still felt like a dream to her.

    “What’s the matter? Was something wrong with the food?” Fleur caught on to the tone. “I hope I didn’t go too far with… you know, playing around? I’ve been told I’m not good with personal space.” She punctuated her comment with a sultry wink.

    Emily took a moment to organize her thoughts. This was all wrong. Nothing had gone like she had expected. The night had ended with her eating a week’s worth of calories and nearly having sex with a stranger. She was pretty sure half the things Fleur had done could be considered sexual harassment, and she’d be insane for thinking any of this was ok. By all standards, it was a first date from hell.

    But she really, really wanted to do it again.

    “No,” Emily stuttered, “I mean, yes. Yes, this was fun, yes, I wasn’t expecting that level of… contact…” She blushed again and crossed her legs. “...but also yes, I didn’t, er, mind it? Except the stuff about corrupting, the, uh, you-know what out of me.”

    Fleur’s eyebrows arched upwards and she let out a quiet ‘Eeeee!’ of excitement. “Oh my god, you’re so adorably awkward! Do you seriously not curse?” Emily continued to flounder around verbally before Fleur cut her off again. “It’s fine, I get it. You can’t help it if you’re an innocent nerd.”

    Emily rolled her eyes, becoming more comfortable with her date’s light teasing. “Yeah, well, this nerd blames you for getting me all flustered. I swear I’m usually better with words than this.”

    “Sure you are.” Fleur grinned at the glare she earned from across the table. “Maybe it’s time for you to quit while you’re behind. You good to go?”

    Emily nodded and pushed her chair back. As she stood up to follow Fleur’s lead, she was struck by a wave of queasy fullness and strained fabric across her midsection. “Ugh, I’m so full. Let’s not do a restaurant next time.”

    Fleur instantly replied with a curious hum. Emily instantly recognized her mistake. “I mean, if you want there to be a next time! Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume anything, but you said you had fun and I said I had fun and-” Emily backtracked desperately.

    Fleur sighed again and put her hand on the other girl’s shoulder. “Emily. Please stop talking.” The blonde snapped her mouth shut. “Of course I’d like to have a ‘next time’. Preferably sooner than later.” A moment later, she adopted the sly and sultry face that Emily was beginning to recognize all too well. Twirling a loop of blonde hair around her finger, she slowly pulled Emily in close until they were an inch apart.

    “Except… something tells me this sexy little nerd girl didn’t come up with those smooth texts from earlier. Could it be that someone else set you up?” Emily tried to avoid meeting Fleur’s piercing stare. “Maybe that roommate you mentioned?”

    “I meant to text you myself! Eventually.”

    “Well then, I suggest we schedule our little ‘next time’ right now.” Fleur licked her lips greedily. “I don’t think I can wait for ‘eventually’.”

    Emily could feel each puff of sweet-scented breath against her face. “Um… Yeah. Let’s not do eventually. What, uh, what sounds good to you?”

    “How about… tomorrow at noon, meet me at the theater over on the North side of campus.” Emily nodded eagerly at the idea. “Or we could just spend some time over at my place, and you could get what you really want… ”

    “What… what I really want?”

    Fleur tugged on her captive strand of Emily’s hair more aggressively. “Don’t make me spell it out.” She caressed Emily’s belly with her other hand once before reaching over to the table. She dabbed her finger onto the discarded cake plate and ran it across Emily’s exposed neck, leaving behind a smear of frosting. “I’ll text you my address. Show up with that cleaned off, and we’ll head over to the movies. If not… well, you can’t go out looking like that. We’ll have to find an alternative form of entertainment.” The last words were spoken at barely a whisper, as if she was sharing a lethal secret. At last she pulled away, waved goodbye, and quickly walked off into the now-packed restaurant. Emily blinked for a moment and lost her in the crowd.


    Fleur quietly mouthed out a series of numbers to herself as she walked through the crowded dining area. After committing Emily’s dress size to memory, she made a mental note to go shopping tomorrow for the next size up.


    Emily sat in silence for the taxi ride back to her apartment. The smear of frosting had begun to slowly melt and drip down the side of her pale skin, filling the air around her head with a sickeningly sweet odor. But no matter how many times she reached up, she couldn’t bring herself to wipe away Fleur’s mark.

    Her stomach rumbled hungrily.

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     “Explain. Now.” Emily commanded as she threw open the door to her apartment. The doorknob slammed against the scuffed wall of the hallway with a reverberating bang.

     “Huh? What? I'm up!” croaked a tired voice from the other end of the room. Emily saw a lump of blankets shift and promptly fall off the light blue sofa which sat against the far wall. The cocoon rolled across the floor and stopped at Emily’s feet, revealing a smirking face. “Damn, someone woke up on the wrong side of her bed this morning.” 

     “At least I bothered to wake up,” Emily shot back before halfheartedly kicking her blanket-armored roommate. Pacing into the living room, she swung her bag onto the sofa with practiced ease and plopped down into an adjacent chair. “It's past noon. You can't just keep napping through every one of your classes like this.” 

     Sarah stuck her tongue out. “Watch me.” Quickly disentangling herself from the blankets, the now-energetic girl hopped to her feet. Emily smiled at her friend’s sudden change of attitude… until she turned to actually look at her. 

     “Oh! Sarah, please!” Emily averted her eyes and threw a pillow at the completely nude girl standing next to her. “For god’s sake, put some clothes on!” 

     “Aw, but it's so hot out today…” Sarah whined. She walked past Emily and into the kitchen, feet padding quietly against the hardwood floor and tanned hips sashaying dangerously close to the blonde’s head. Her large, perky breasts swayed gracefully as she walked. 

     “We had this conversation yesterday: if you're in a common area in the apartment, you have to wear clothes.” Emily blushed and rolled her eyes, trying her best to avoid eye contact with… anything. “Anyway, just get over here. You missed a lot in class today.” 

     Sarah finally obliged, pulling an oversized t-shirt over her chest which adequately covered her body. She popped open a soda from the fridge and ran her fingers through her messy brown hair. Then, with a running head start, she swung herself over the top of Emily’s chair and onto the sofa with a crash, eliciting a small help from her roommate. Immediately, the brunette began digging through Emily’s bag for her notebook. 

     “Sorry, you can't copy off of mine today. I, uh..” Emily stuttered as she recalled the source of her distraction in class. “... I didn't bother taking notes, the material was so simple. Luckily for you, one of our classmates offered to help you out.” Seeing Sarah’s pout, Emily quickly pulled the slip of paper out of her pocket. “Here, she gave me her number earlier...”

     Sarah looked on, uninterested, until a flash of purple caught her attention. With a sparkle in her eyes, she darted forward and snatched the paper from Emily’s hands. “Ooh, I dunno… This looks more like a love letter than an offer to share notes,” Sarah teased while examining the flower pattern. Then, looking up, she saw that Emily’s face had turned scarlet. “Wait. Was this actually like a ‘Here’s my number, call me sometime’ kind of thing?”

     Emily’s face turned several shades of red brighter.

     “Oh my god! It totally is! You actually picked someone up! And a hot girl, at that!” Sarah wiggled her eyebrows at her friend. “Didn't know you leaned that way. I feel bad about going au natural around the apartment now… if you had told me earlier, I could have walked in front of the sofa here, you know, put on a little show…”

     Emily shoved her roommate back with a shudder and glared at her from her seat. In response, Sarah erupted into a fit of giggles. 

     “I'm not- well, I guess I kind of am into that, but no,” she emphasized the word, “I would not appreciate that kind of behavior in my own home, thank you very much. Besides, I have no idea who this girl is. She could be a serial killer, for all I know!” Emily casually leaned back and took a deep breath. “She's expecting a call from you about borrowing notes for today’s lecture, and that's all I intend to give her.”

     Sarah nodded along seriously. “That's just like you, to be so responsible.” Her deadpan look morphed into a goofy grin. “It's a good thing you've got me looking out for you!” Before Emily could react, her hyperactive roommate bolted off of the sofa, note in one hand and Emily’s cell phone, stolen from her open bag, in the other. 

     Emily gasped out a surprised protest, then jumped out of her seat. Calling out warnings, bribes, and threats, she chased her friend out of the room and into the connecting hallway. Sarah lept out of her reach and danced around her grip, managing to elude her all the way down the hall. Just as Emily attempted to tackle Sarah to the ground, the other girl slid through her bedroom door and slammed it shut. Emily pounded on the door and heard the locking mechanism click into place. 

     “Sarah! What the hell do you think you're doing?” Open up! Give me my phone back!” Emily punctuated each sentence with another fist against the worn wood of the doorway. 

     “Yeah, sure, of course! Lemme just send off a feeeew quick texts first, though. How do you usually greet people you’re trying to ask out?”

     “Don't you dare! Stop that this instant!” 

     “Yeah, you're right, you suck at pick-up lines. I should handle it.”


     “We’ll go with ‘Hi, how are you? Still as beautiful as before?’”

     “I’ll break this door down if you don’t open it on the count of three!”

     “What am I, a child? Ooh- we got a reply! ‘I think so, but I could use a second opinion. Care to see for yourself tonight?’ Wow, she is smooth.” 


     “She's gonna be disappointed when she finds out you're not this cool in person. You should say: ‘I'll take you up on that offer - name the time and place.’ Too forward? I think it's probably fine.”


     “Another reply! She liiiiikes youuuu. ‘Bella Porcellino, 6:00 tonight. Bring your appetite.” Damn, that's that fancy new Italian place downtown. You caught a rich one. I think we ought to graciously accept the offer, don't you? ‘Sounds great! See you then!’”

     “Three!” Emily yelled as she started to hurl herself against the doorframe. At the last instant, however, the door opened to send her sprawling across the floor of the entranceway. She felt a soft thud as her phone was tossed onto her back.

     Sarah crouched by her side. “Come on, you need to get up so you can get ready! I'll find something actually nice for you to wear. After all…” She grinned at her exasperated friend.

     “...You've got a date tonight.” 

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     It took only a moment for Emily to cast her gaze across the faces of the few students milling around the lecture hall. It was filled with all the usual types - the attentive freshmen, the delinquents in the back, the girl quietly snoozing with her head on her desk. They were everyone she would expect from an introductory course in biology taught by the dullest professor on campus; everyone, that is, except for the one person she needed. 

     “Come on, where are you, where are you…” she muttered to herself. Moving out from under the doorway to allow another student through, she quickly dialed a number on her phone from memory.

     The call rang three times before anyone picked up. A groggy voice sounded from the other side of the line. “Nnnnhh. Whaddya want?” Emily heard a distant rustling in the background and frowned.

     “What do I want? Sarah, it's me, Emily. Where the hell are you? Class starts in five minutes,” Emily whispered angrily into her phone, watching people gradually filter into the large room.

     “Oh. Uhhh… I'm prolly not gonna make it, sorry. Had a rough night. Or morning. Whatever.”

     “Oh no you don't! You promised me we would sit through this together. There is no way you're leaving to make it through the most boring lecture series alone. You know you need this credit too, and they’ll get on your back about absences if you pull-” Emily’s tirade was cut off by the click of her friend hanging up. She growled in frustration and shoved the phone back into her pocket. “Asshole!”

     Turning back to the now-full lecture hall, Emily broke her thoughts away from her absent roommate and scanned the room for empty seats. Spotting two vacant desks nearby, she quickly pushed past a group of chatting classmates and slid into the first chair. She settled herself into the seat and unpacked her bag with practiced ease. Two pencils on the right, notebook set in front, course syllabus on top, every color of highlighter on the left (except purple, ugh), and phone turned to silent and placed on the upper right hand corner of the desk. She shifted the outermost pencil half an inch to the left to give herself a one inch margin on each edge of the desk. Perfect, she thought with a small smirk. She could at least restore this much order to the chaos of her ruined morning.

     Straightening the hair band around her ponytail, Emily gave one more glance around the room. Not too bad a turnout, all things considered, she mused. The professor, Dr. Reed, was notorious amongst the students of her small community college for his dry lectures and monotonous style. She was only stuck in this class because her best friend and roommate, Sarah, had persuaded her that it would be an easy A. Not that Emily, a straight-A model student, needed it, but she was willing to keep her friend company while she suffered through the course… which was why it was so infuriating that Sarah would ditch her for an hour’s beauty sleep on the first day of school.

     Sarah was a party animal, staying up until dawn and pulling stunts like ditching class on a near-daily basis. Emily, on the other hand, preferred to return to the apartment she and Sarah shared to focus on her coursework because, aside from her unblemished academic record, Emily was exceptionally average. Standing at 5’ 2” and weighing an exactly normal 130 pounds, she was visually unremarkable. She had blonde hair which fell past her shoulders, but she always kept it tidy and symmetrical in a tight ponytail. Emily admitted that she lacked Sarah’s charms and natural beauty, and although her deep blue eyes shine brightly and stood out from her plain features, she had resigned herself to a life of blending in with the crowd.

     “Ahem. Salutations to everyone.” The deep voice of Dr. Reed snapped Emily out of her thoughts. She turned her head to see him step up to the podium and clear his throat again. “I hope you all enjoyed your summer holidays and are ready to return to your studies. This semester, you will be delving deep into the fascinations of the living world and the wonders that surround us. Did you know that our campus alone houses over 230 variants of…”

     Emily began to tune out the droning of his voice. She had read the textbook for the class the previous week and could recite the professor’s points in her sleep. She felt her eyes already beginning to unfocus until the scraping of a chair snapped her to attention. Looking up, she saw a young woman slip into the seat beside her. 

     “Sorry! Don't mind me,” The latecomer whispered with a small grin. “I got lost trying to find the room!” The girl pulled out a notebook and began hastily scribbling the notes on the whiteboard. 

     Emily looked her up and down, giving herself something to do to stay awake. The new girl looked to be about the same age as her, and a quick look at the student ID hanging off of her purse revealed that she was also a junior in the same year as Emily. Unfortunately, the girl’s jacket partially covered the ID, obscuring her name. She wore tight jeans which hugged her waist and thighs, showing off curves which most women would kill to have. A purple tank top hung loosely around her shoulders, although Emily noticed it fit snugly around her chest, which was… sizeable, to say the least. However, what drew Emily’s attention the most was the long, smooth, jet black hair which fell to the girl’s upper back, interrupted only by a purple streak which ran down one of her bangs. It matched the dark purple lipstick which covered her plump, glistening lips. Emily had seen plenty of styles like it, but even with the inclusion of her least favorite color, she found herself strangely allured to the almost enigmatic beauty of the woman next to her. 

     Even more unusual, Emily saw that the girl’s notebook page was covered with what appeared to be illustrations of purple flowers. They looked like roses, although she couldn't tell from that angle. After a minute, Emily found the source of the images when the girl began doodling in the margins of the paper. Swirls and flicks of her hand formed intricate patterns of spirals and curves as a new flower began to take shape. The girl continued to trace over her lines with a purple pen, spiraling further and further outwards until a perfect, delicate rose blossomed out from the edge of the page. It was the most beautiful image Emily had ever seen.

     An hour and a half later, Emily couldn't have remembered a word the professor said if her life depended on it. She had spent the majority of the time with her eyes fixed on the mystery girl sitting beside her, unable to tear herself away. After a while, her frequent glances began to wander downwards to examine the curvature of the girl’s chest. After a moment or two of staring at the impressive cleavage exposed by her loose top, Emily would blush and look back to the board… but only for a minute, until her eyes drifted back onto her neighbor. When Dr. Reed clapped his folder shut and announced the assigned reading, Emily let out a sigh and hastily copied down the page numbers, ready to finally leave the room.

     “Hey, sorry again for coming in late. I'll try not to make it a habit.” The black-haired girl laughed and smiled at Emily, prompting her to blush and stutter something about it being fine. “My name is Fleur, by the way. Nice to meet you.” Fleur stuck out her hand in a greeting, and Emily awkwardly took it in her own.

     “Oh! Um. Nice… nice to meet you too!” Emily gave a shaky smile in return. Fleur’s hand was warm and soft like velvet, gently grasping Emily’s clammy palm. 

     Fleur swung a leg over her chair to face the nervous girl beside her. “Good to hear it. Could I maybe… get your name?” she replied with a raised eyebrow.

     “Emily!” the blonde blurted out, drawing the attention of several classmates leaving their seats. “I mean, my name is Emily. Nice to meet you!” Emily doubted her cheeks could get more red.

     Fleur could barely keep herself from giggling outright. “And again, nice to meet you too.” The deep crimson of Emily’s face proved her earlier doubts wrong. Fleur glanced over at Emily’s blank notebook and gestured to it. “So what, are you some kind of science nerd or something? You barely wrote anything in the last hour!” 

     Welcoming the opportunity for a distraction, Emily began packing up her materials. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I really don't even need this class, I'm just here because my friend’s taking it too.” Seeing Fleur’s confused look, Emily backtracked: “Oh, no, she's not here today. She, uh, was running late this morning.”

     “Glad to know I'm not the only one late around here.” Fleur breathed a fake sigh of relief and gave a knowing smile to Emily. “Next class she can have her seat back, don't worry. I'm sure I can find an empty desk somewhere.” 

     “No!” Emily called out, then stumbled around for an explanation. “It's not her seat, I mean she wasn't even here, but I guess you can sit wherever you want, and don't feel obligated to keep sitting next to me. Oh, but it's fine if you do want to keep sitting here! I don't want to sound like I want to stay away from you. I mean, why would I do that, you're great! I'm assuming. I don't really know you, so I guess I have no idea if you're great or not. But just from looking at you, I can assume you're at least kind of great? Not that I was looking at you or anything, I-” Emily froze at the sensation of Fleur’s hand on her arm. The girl in question simply laughed lightly at Emily’s awkwardness.

     “It was a joke, relax! I look forward to sitting right here tomorrow morning. And,” Fleur leaned in, “I'll try to live up to your ‘great’ expectations.” Emily blushed again but said nothing, instead standing up alongside Fleur. She saw that the other girl was fairly tall, rising a full five inches above her. “By the way, does your friend need today's notes to catch up? No offense, but yours are a little less than complete… Do you want me to send you pictures of mine?” 

     “Yeah!” Emily coughed and smiled in gratitude. “That would be gre- uh, excellent, I mean.” 

     “Ok” Fleur slipped a small scrap of paper into her hand. “That’s my number. Text me when you need those notes!” Emily saw a number elegantly written on the paper in cursive. Flipping it over out of curiosity, she let out a small gasp at the sight of a small purple rose drawn onto the back. Fleur, observing, put her lips against Emily’s ear, her breath gently tickling the blonde’s neck. “And if you want a better look…” Emily felt Fleur slowly press her ample chest onto her smaller frame. “...after all that staring you did today… Well, I have a feeling I could really make you bloom.” Her words sent a shiver of excitement down Emily’s spine down to her core. Fleur winked, then turned and quickly walked to the doors as if nothing had happened. Emily blinked twice, and by the time she regained her senses the other girl was long gone.

     At first, Emily shook her head to clear her thoughts. She knew better than to respond to advances made by complete strangers, especially ones as unusual as this girl. As she walked past the lecture hall exit, she flicked the scrap of paper into the trash bin by the door. However, she couldn't help but stare at the image of the deep, midnight purple rose, the paper perched atop a pile of discarded litter. She made it three steps beyond the exit before she wheeled around, walked back inside, and slipped the paper back into her pocket. She could feel the contours of the sketch as she ran her fingers across the paper’s surface, words unfolding in her head as easily as the petals of the hand-drawn rose. 

     I have a feeling I could really make you bloom...

Attention anyone who reads my stories:
I'm currently working on a big project which is an original story (not fanfiction) which will probably be much longer than any previous weight gain story I've done. I'm looking for pre readers to help me proofread and revise it; however, this story will be different from my usual work because it will be DARK. I'm pretty much incorporating every feederism related fetish (and some not feederism-related) I can think of, in a variety of dark and morally iffy situations. So, if you're into things like extreme weight gain, immobility, force feeding, slob, BDSM, bondage, expansion, teasing, and much more (including much more sexual themes than my usual stuff), then please let me know! 
Thanks all!
Attention anyone who reads my stories:
I'm currently working on a big project which is an original story (not fanfiction) which will probably be much longer than any previous weight gain story I've done. I'm looking for pre readers to help me proofread and revise it; however, this story will be different from my usual work because it will be DARK. I'm pretty much incorporating every feederism related fetish (and some not feederism-related) I can think of, in a variety of dark and morally iffy situations. So, if you're into things like extreme weight gain, immobility, force feeding, slob, BDSM, bondage, expansion, teasing, and much more (including much more sexual themes than my usual stuff), then please let me know! 
Thanks all!


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Hi! I'm just trying to write some fanfiction here, and I hope it's not too awful! Message me if you ever have any questions about my stories, and if you have any stories you'd like me to try writing, let me know! I don't feel like my poorly-edited stories are ever going to be good enough for me to do commissions like other good authors do, but I'll gladly take any ideas someone wants done and write something for them just as practice for me.


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luvmaid Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017
Happy birthday!
Kanjilearner3309 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017
Happy birthday!
revivedracer209 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday, man!
TeamPlasma-Grunt Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Sorry for asking, but could we do a Pokémon weight gain roleplay? If so, could we do it in private messages here or on Wattpad?
iceblazethequick Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Absolutely! I'm always interested in writing roleplays with other people who know how to write well. Let me know whatever format works for you - I'm not as much of a fan of wattpad, but I can work with pretty much anything else.
TeamPlasma-Grunt Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Woohoo! Would we be able to roleplay on Kik? I do not use DA often, so that's why I am asking for an alternative. ^^ Thanks, by the way!
iceblazethequick Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Sure. I'm not super consistent on checking my DA either (as you can probably see). I just set up a kik account, the username should be the same as on here.
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alakazamlover4 Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2016
i saw theres a part 15a of Serena's weight gain...wheres part 14???
iceblazethequick Featured By Owner May 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
On my gallery, with all the rest of the chapters.
alakazamlover4 Featured By Owner May 27, 2017
oh alright
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