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Gainer school for girls part 2Samantha: Well how could we have gained weight?
Debbie: Well the cafeteria has started serving more junk food.
Samantha: Good point! We should stop eating it.
Debbie: Theres nothing else to eat though.
Samantha: We should start a petition to stop serving the food.
Debbie: Good idea!
So the girls went to the cafeteria to start a petition. It didnt work as planned. The girls liked the new food more than the old one.
Samantha: Well that didnt work. Now what?
Debbie: I cant think of anything else.
Samantha: What if we eat it?
Debbie: And give up cheerleading?
Samantha: Well the other girls seem to be stuffing their faces with the new food. It will be hard to pick them up when theyre so fat.
Debbie: So your saying to give up on cheer leading? And give up on being healthy?
Samantha: What other choice do we have?
Debbie thought for a minute.
Debbie: I guess. Itll be fun just letting go.
The girls went to bed that night to awaken to something shocking. Cheer
Gainer school for girls part 5Two weeks after the gym class had been removed
Samantha: Mmm these desserts are so good
Debbie: Mmph yah..
The girls were in cooking class. Even though the letter said that they had to eat dessert for one week, the closet was still stocked with treats each day. Due to the constant eating, Samantha and Debbie had become quite fat. So did the rest of the school. Even skinny Mrs. Haley had gained 50 pounds in one week.
Samantha: What was that?
Samantha: That noise?
Debbie: I dont know-
Debbies desk cracked into pieces.
Samantha: Wow, weve really gotten fat havent we?
Debbie: Yes we have!
Mrs. Haley waddled over to the closet and remained in their for a while.
Samantha and Debbie walked over to see what she was doing. She was shoving the treats into her mouth.
Mrs. Haley: Mmph so good cake brownies cookies ohhh
They went back to their desks.
Samantha: That was weird.
Gainer school for girls part 3It had been two weeks since cheerleading had been removed from the school. All the girls still ate the food.
Samantha: Why do I feel so uncomfortable?!
Debbie: Dont ask me! Just eat your dang food!
Samantha had gained 30 pounds and Debbie had gained 50 pounds. Debbie was the heaviest girl in the school now. This was because she always got thirds during eating.
Samantha: I dont get why I feel so uncomfortable. Wait
Samantha unbuttoned her skirt, releasing a big, plump belly.
Samantha: Thats better
Debbie: Your belly is huge!
Samantha: You should talk! Look at yours!
Debbie wore a pink T-shirt that showed off her massive belly.
Debbie: Is it just me, or does lunch seem longer lately?
Samantha: Yah. Its like they lengthened it by an hour or something.
Debbie: Oh. Well Im hungry again. You want anything?
Samantha: No tha-
Just then her stomach growled.
Samantha: Actually, why dont I come up with you.
The girls made their
Gainer school for girls part 4Samantha went up to her room to get her belt. She felt really embarrassed walking in the halls with her pants unbuttoned and her plump belly sticking out. But her embarrassment went away when she realized that most of the girls had the same problem. None of them even looked like they cared.
Samantha: Belt belt. Heres one!
She started to put on the belt, but it didnt make it around her body.
Samantha: Come on fit!
She sucked in her gut and eventually managed to get it on. But now she had a huge muffin top.
Samantha: Oh well
She went off to class. She didnt even notice that her shirt didnt fully cover her stomach.
When she got to the Gym all the girls were waiting outside.
Samantha: Debbie whats up?
Debbie: They wont let us in! They told us they removed gym class from the school!
Samantha: No way!
A skinny woman came up behind them.
Woman: Hello! Im Mrs. Haley! You must be my new students. Follow me!
The girls followed the teache
Gainer school for girls part 7New girls had started arriving at the school. They were easily spotted because they were very thin compared to the other students. But their figures soon changed after one week at the school. The most massive change was of the girl Cassie. She came to the school as a normal sized girl. Once she started getting fatter, she wanted to be bigger! So she always ate. Over one week she weighed more than Debbie.
Samantha: Have you seen that new girl, Cassie?
Debbie: Oh yeah. Shes a real pig that one.
Samantha: Doesnt it bother you that youre not the fattest anymore?
Debbie: Maybe a little
Samantha: Protect your title, Deb!
Debbie: I dont know Ill think about it.
The girls went to their dorm to find a note posted to the door.
Samantha: Whats this?
She read the note.
Dear students, we have made a slight schedule change. Your next class is health.
Debbie: Health? God, I hate health.
Samantha: Oh well.
The girls wen
Gainer school for girls part 63 weeks later
The school had gone through some massive changes, but slowly, as if not to shock the students.
1. The hallways had been replaced with futuristic moving sidewalks.
2. Every dorm had a fridge.
3. Desks were reinforced (None of the girls were informed of this).
4. Stairs were removed and replaced with elevators.
5. Meal prices went down.
So technically, it was if the girls never had to do anything again.
Samantha: Dont you find it weird that the closet is STILL stocked with food every day?
Debbie: Mmph less talk more food
The cooking class was doing something rather odd. They had to feed each other food. It was on the agenda. Samantha weighed 267 pounds and Debbie weighed 325 pounds. Debbie was still the fattest student in the school. But the fattest person in the school was Mrs. Haley. Ever since she ate that cake on her first day, she hasnt stopped eating. She sat at her desk eating brownies.
Mrs. Haley: Ok mmm Students
Gainer school for girls part 8November came, and nobody had seen Mrs. Ryan since the day health began. People said she was fired, but Samantha and Debbie weren't so sure. The girls went to their room to find a flyer posted on their door.
Debbie: What does it say?
Samantha: "Dear Students, There is a school pageant coming up. If you want to j, please come down to the office immediately."
Debbie grabbed it out of Samantha's hands.
Debbie: Sweet! I wanna join!
Samantha: Really Debbie? Even if you look like this?
Samantha poked Debbie's soft fleshy belly.
Debbie: What? Oh, Whatever. I forget I'm fat all the time.
Samantha: What?! Debbie, this is a major health problem!
Debbie: Well, I happen to like my fat!
Debbie: Plus, look!
She pointed at the flyer.
Samantha: "Attention: Make sure you look your fattest!" Must be a Typo.
Debbie: Look again.
Samantha: "The categories are: Heaviest weight, Bikini contest, and eating contest." A number of coincidental Typos.
Debbie: Sure. Look, if you don't support me.
The making of a BBWErika, Maddie, and Heather were always chubby girls. Erika was pretty chubby at about 180 pounds. Maddie was very overweight at about 220 pounds. Heather was close to Maddies weight at about 230 pounds. One night they were all taking a stroll when something caught Maddies eye.
Maddie: Hey look over there.
Erika: In that window?
Maddie: Yeah. See that?
Heather: Yah! It looks like a whole bunch of junk food!
The girls walked over to the basement window of the house. It was open.
Erika: Hey. Do you think it would hurt if we went in and ate?
Heather: Erika! Thats some weird persons food. It could be poisened or something
Erika: Cmon guys! Stop worrying!
She got down on the ground and started pushing herself through the small window. She eventually squeezed through. Erika walked over to a bag of chips and started eating them.
Erika: See? Theyre just a normal bag of ch-
She paused in mid sentence.
The making of a BBW part 2Erika: Try and pull!
Heather and Maddie tried to pull, but she was stuck.
Erika: Okay then push!
They tried to push, but she still wouldnt budge.
Heather: Now what?
Erika: I dont know!
Maddie: Ive got an idea!
Heather: Erika, I think you weigh more than us now.
Erika: Impossible! I only ate-
Heather: About 50 pounds of junk food?
Erika: Well I couldnt control myself for some reason.
Maddie returned with 5 large bags.
Erika: What are those?
Maddie: If we cant push or pull you out, and cutting you out would be dangerous
She opened the bags to reveal lots of fattening foods.
Erika: Are you crazy?! Youre trying to make me fatter?!
Maddie: Well I figure, if we fatten you up enough, maybe it will break the window frame!
Erika: And if it doesnt?
Heather: We wont be the fattest anymore!
They started taking out the food and shoving it in her mouth. At first she resisted, but eventually she gave in to the feeding
LisaLisa was 16, a sophomore in high school. She had a perfect hourglass figure - she was a cheerleader, and she watched her weight almost fanatically. She was 5'8 and 125 lbs, and she made absolutely certain it never wavered even a pound. With voluptuous, C cup breasts, defined abs, and smooth perfect hips, it seemed that every single boy in the entire school would have died for the chance to be her boyfriend. And with her honey blond hair and her blue green eyes set into a beautiful almost porcelain seeming face, every girl in the school either sucked up to her and gushed her praises or despised her out of jealousy of her perfect looks. Her boyfriend, Tom, was running back on the football team, all her friends were on the squad, and she couldn't imagine being happier.
One night, when she was sitting in her room doing her homework after a particularly R-rated date with Tom, she heard a tap at her window. It was Steven, a boy that lived in her neighborhood. He had often climbed up the tree
Danielle 1I sat in a mild daze from the moist heat of a midday summer sun; the cool bench beneath me was quickly warming as the trees shadows slowly moved away in the passing hours. I suppose it was a little out of character that I end up sitting in a park all day; no particular reason, really. I couldnt even remember when or why I come here in the first place. But, for some reason, I couldnt manage to keep my mind on...well, on much of anything. As a matter of fact, the first thing that was able to snap me out of my comatose reminiscence also happened to be the best thing that could have happened to me.
Upon realizing what it was, modesty overcame me. I had to be contented with a mere glance over my left shoulder; a glance only, that is, until I could really see her. Her hair ruffled softly in an imperceptible breeze. She had a svelte face and lower legs, clothes tight on the rest of her in all the right places, maybe a few more. The way her sl
Megan 3Megan lumbered to class as fast as she could. She couldn't move as fast as she used to, now that she'd gained so much weight. She felt huge. Thank God, this class is finally coming to an end, she thought as she waddled across campus. She caught a quick glimpse of herslef in a window as she moved past. Jeez, she was huge. Her clothes barely fit her, since she still hadn't had any time to do any shopping. Her gray sweatpants - the only things that fit over her massive thighs -disguised most of her below-the-waist gain, but there was nothing she could do to disguise her chest. Her boobs had swollen up like zeppelins, and they quaked and quivered with every step she took, threatening to tear apart her oversize sweat shirt. She was wearing a tight, restrictive sports bra underneath her top, hoping against hope that it might help to reduce her ridiculous assets. It didn't seem to be
MeganMegan couldn't believe her good luck. Landing a job as TA for a cooking class had to be the sweetest deal a senior could land. Not only would she get credit for doing practically nothing, she'd also get free food! And, to Megan, anything free was definitely good.
Megan was a slender girl with dainty B cup breasts and short, mussy mousy brown hair. She had a slight bit of pudge around her middle, an inevitable result of her lazy, sedentary lifestyle, but for the most part she maintained a naturally svelte figure. With thick plastic framed glasses and a crooked smile, she might not have been the picture of conventional beauty but she was definitely cute. She was also definitely lazy and she never passed up a chance to get something for nothing.
"Prof. Addleson?" said Megan's roommate Arlene when she told her about her new job. "Geez, I wouldn't work for her. You know how much work she gives her TAs?
Fat and chips-part oneIts simple really, all you need to know is how to drop the fish and fries in these vats my manager said laughing, as I stood nervously at my first day on the job. Wearing my blue cotton shirt which read Salty Jacks in big red writing, my black work pants, which fit my waist perfectly, well maybe a little loose. Even though I asked for a size five, he'd given me at least an 8. Though they weren't as loose as I thought they'd be, but going from 110 to 120 wasnt that much.
It was very boring taking a year off before University. Until I got this job I had been sitting on my couch indulging in trashy day-time T.V and any sweet treats I could find.
He lead me around the restaurant, showed me the menu, told me what questions to ask when taking an order, so I was mildly confident that I could work well here, being one of only a small handful of employees, which I knew Id meet in time.
Salty Jack was a friendly man with a loud hearty laugh and a b
The Babysitter (Intro)Kristi smiled as she pulled up to the address she had been given over the phone. A 22 year old pre-med student, Kristi was classically beautiful, with long straight blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a thin, yet not necessarily toned, body. Kristi just never had time to work out with her crazy busy school workload, which also meant she didn't have time to eat very often, either.
But, as with most college students, Kristi was beyond broke, and her loans weren't going to pay themselves, so she had opted to search the old craigslist ad section for a job- hopefully one that would allow her to work on her homework while she did it. And luckily for her, a babysitting position had opened up just down the street. The ad read as follows:
"Family of four looking for babysitter. 6-10 PM, Monday through Friday. Two well behaved daughters, ages 5 and 7, are well behaved. 200$ a month, money for dinner will be provided as well. Must be located within
The Party Girl's RoommateThere was a knock at the door. Oaklee's eyes fluttered open. Another knock and Oaklee forced her head from her pillow. The third knock and Oaklee sprang out of bed. She slipped some short shorts on and ran down the hallway of her apartment. She overslept again, and today was the day she was supposed to meet her new roommate. Stopping to check herself in the mirror she realized she had slept in her make-up and her hair was more disheveled than usual. She considered fixing it, but a fourth knock on the door made her jump in front of it and then crack it open.
She peeked around the corner at her new roommate, and had only talked to the girl on the phone. Her name was what? It was Willow! She remembered thinking it was an odd coincidence, Willow and Oaklee. She swung the door open and threw her hands up. "Hello!" she said in her sing-song voice, "Nice to meet you roomie."
The smile she wore and the excitement she had were fortunately covering up her surprise. Oaklee was good at that sort o
Fat and Chips pt.2We exchanged numbers, while I tried to hide the rip in my pants. His name was Allen and he was picking me up tonight. I was positive it was going to be fun. Well, in any case better than a bag of chips in my sweat pants watching television. I practically skipped home; but more just walked eating my fish and chips and rubbing my stomach, which was hanging over my waistband more than ever. My mom needs to learn how to do the laundry.
When I got home I was so excited, I went straight to doing my make up and getting ready.
What was a good outfit? I needed something really cute.
When I looked through my closet I realized how I had never really worn anything but sweats since school ended.
I picked out my favorite outfit from months before. A nice pair of black skinny jeans and a black turtle neck. I was going to look so good; I thought as I laid my clothing out on the bed and took off my work clothes.
I put on my pants first, and felt an odd hardness to pull them up. That was strange; I cont
Gracie 1Hi, my names Grace Tawny, and this is my story. I suppose youd call it a weight gain story, but I want it to be known as a tale of how I grew into myself and found the right body for me. Ill go into all that later, but right now, Ill show you the start. Or at least, a start
I reclined back on my big fluffy bed, amongst the cushions, and sighed blissfully. Mine, finally after so long, a place to call my own. Well, nearly mine anyway. It was mine and Clarissas, so, you know, close enough.
Wow, a private dwelling. A little place of heaven I could do whatever I wanted in. No more nagging parents or money worries or people getting in my way. Ha, I can do it all now.
Little bit about myself to start off with, just to ease you into whats coming up later. My friends call me Gracie, so much more modern than Grace, and Im 58, just turned 18, nice long legs, cute lil butt, and pretty nice pair of tits pushing out from my chest over
Gainer school for girlsIt was 3 days after the cafeteria had started serving more fattening foods at the all-girls school. It was a boarding school so all of the girls were forced to eat the cafeteria food.
Breakfast: Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, french toast, sausages.
Lunch: Hamburgers, hotdogs, french fries, ramen noodles, onion rings, mozzarella sticks.
Dinner: Steak, and anything on the lunch menu.
Drinks: Whole milk, soda.
It was either eat the new foods or dont eat anything at all. So they ate.
So after 3 days of these foods the girls started to grow
Samantha: My uniform wont zip up!
Debbie: Neither will mine.
Samantha and Debbie were on the cheer team. Always in fit condition. At least they were before they started serving the food.
Debbie: Let me help.
Debbie pulled on Samanthas zipper to no avail. It wouldnt zip.
Samantha: Why wont it zip up!
Debbie: Maybe it shrunk.
Samantha: Yeah that must be it. Cmon lets go get new uniforms.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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