Commission - A Sibling Rivalry

“Rhea will you please hurry up?!” shouted Trish upstairs to her younger sister “we were supposed to leave at 10am and it is now 10:15, you are making us late!”

“Gimme a break will ya?! I’m just getting dressed.” Came the reply

“You should have been dressed before we got here! What are you even doing up there?!”

“Look! I’m having a little trouble with my pants okay?!” This bought a snigger from Trish’s boyfriend Garrett which was quickly silenced by a glare from his girlfriend.

“Just hurry up!” shouted Trish, “Ugh did you see how fat she’s gotten? She wouldn’t be having trouble with her pants if she could stop shovelling food in her mouth” Trish quipped at Garrett

“It’s probably that boyfriend of hers, what’s his name? Donny?”

“I told her how fat she was looking last time I saw her, if she listened to me she’d have slimmed down some, and don’t get me started on that dork; seriously, the girl should have higher standards. Can you believe they’ve been dating since college?!”

“She was probably a fair bit slimmer then too I’m guessing?”

“Yeah as a matter of fact I was Garrett, not that it’s got anything to do with you.”

Aspire part 2

“Daniel! What the fuck?!” I screamed, half out of shock and half out of my exasperation at the whole situation.

"What's going on here?!"

"I could ask you the same thing" replied Daniel casually "but I suppose I can explain myself before you explain yourself"

My cheeks flushed as I realised I must look quite foolish making demands in my current situation. I quickly changed back into my own clothes while he watched me with a wry smile on his face. I felt embarrassed that he’d caught me in such a compromising position but still annoyed that I’d found these items.

“Well?” I asked as I regained my composure “start talking”

One Last Gift

A short follow up to the festive themed commission I wrote Ho Ho Ho! read that one first!

Ah Boxing Day, you know in years past it was a day associated with the hunt and I couldn’t help but feel a smug self-satisfaction that my hunt, a hunt I’d tried so often, had finally been a success just days before.

Commission - Ho Ho Ho!

‘Twas the night before Christmas but you know that story don’t you? No, instead let me tell you a tale that ended in a very “good night”

Our old friend Saint Nick was doing his usual yearly rounds of dropping into families chimney pots and delivering armfuls of presents for ungrateful, snot nosed brats. Touring the entire globe in one night is tiring work you know, the man only gets cookies and milk to keep him going, the occasional mince pie and glass of sherry… or glass of port, it’s a wonder he didn’t make a mistake sooner.

Aspire

“Those look a little big on you” he smirked
“Daniel! What the fuck?!”

I had been busted.

It had started as a bit of innocent snooping. I’d been going out with Dan for a couple of months now, we had started getting more comfortable around each other, comfortable enough to leave each other unattended in our respective apartments.
It was one of those days, he had to work and I had the day off, I’d opted to stay at his rather than go home just to come back later.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me and I’d decided to have a look around.

A Little Advice

Molly sat waiting impatiently, as if it wasn’t bad enough that she had been hauled into the job centre when she was supposed to be working, she was now waiting for her advisor who was running late.
She couldn’t hide her displeasure as her advisor made her way back from her break.
“Oh sorry I’m running a little late, do you want to come over?”
“That’s okay” replied Molly “But I do have to get back to work so if we could move along quickly”

Her advisor preceded with her interview asking the same old questions she had heard a million times when she was unemployed, this infuriated Molly.
“Is this all really necessary? I’ve been in work for nearly a year now, I don’t need a coach or an advisor, being here is costing me money”
“Oh well that doesn’t seem right, let me just check your record”
“Unbelievable” muttered Molly under her breath
“It seems like you missed a lot of work last month can you tell me about that?”
“Oh it was nothing really, I had some surgery and caught the flu, no big deal”
“I have to remind you Molly that any changes in circumstances need to be reported to your advisor”
“There were no changes in circumstances” Molly spat back “I was ill, my job didn’t have a problem with it”
“That may be the case but you still have to follow the points agreed to in your jobseekers agreement and one of those is that you are available for work for at least…”

Beast of Honour

A smile forms on my lips as I hear your keys in the door. I quickly check my makeup in the mirror and dim the lights.

I watch as you make your way into the living room and the look on your face is priceless – surprise then anticipation and then arousal at what lies before you.

I’m wearing the negligee you bought me for Valentine’s Day and on the coffee table I’ve laid out all of your favourite treats.

Be Thankful

“Listen, I know you’ve done a big bunch of nothing around here so far, apart from get me coffee that is, which is great and all, but it’s time for you to earn your place on this team, understand?”

It was true, Leah had been at the Daily Gazette close to three months now and had done nothing close to writing an article. There had been plenty of filing and replacing the toner in the printers, even fetching her boss coffee but things were looking promising.

“Oh I’m totally ready boss, what did you want me to do?”

“I found out about this thing called feedism last night”

“Feedism sir?”

Bethany's Bracelet

Probably the reason behind my maid fixation, this story by Branwen is another favourite of mine.

Lisa Lewis stood on the Paris platform and looked at her watch. She wasn’t sure if she had managed the time changes accurately, but she could tell by the weak light filtering through the high windows that a cloud covered dawn had arrived. She put down her backpack (large, red, the kind with an aluminum frame, so she wouldn’t have to carry anything else) and sat on it. She reset her long red hair in a ponytail and pulled off her Bowling Green sweatshirt. The air was warming. Her watch read 8:24. Miranda, the girl with whom the exchange program had set her up as a roommate, was either late or not coming.

An Odd Request

Stephanie’ s tale was one that you’ve probably heard before – a starry eyed teen, her ambition was to be in the movies. As soon as she turned 21 she hit the road – Hollywood bound.
Of course with no experience or any real acting talent to speak of she found it a little tough getting work.
She had to make do as an extra or if she was lucky “blonde girl number 3”. She took a job as a waitress to help pay the bills but before long she found her credit cards maxed and she was short on the rent. It seemed that her only option was to pursue a different route to stardom, a route she had vowed never to tread.
Porn.

5 Minute Fiction

“Good morning and thank you for shopping with Extra Enhancements, may I take your order number?”

“Urgh it’s 088762!”

“Thank you very much Miss, what seems to be the problem?”

“These damn products you sold me! They’ve gone haywire! Got a mind of their own!”

“Ah I can see you recently ordered the special T&A package – enhancements for the breasts and posterior… whoa you went quite big there”

“Thanks for the newsflash! What the hell do I do?!”

“Well what exactly is the problem?”

“I followed the instructions while I applied them and as soon as I stood up the tits just slid down to my belly!”

“Okay, did anything else happen?”

“Well while I was trying to remove em the ass shot up my back, twisted round me and merged with the tits! Now I’ve got a big fat potbelly on me and it won’t come off!”

“Oh that is terrible news, could you hold for a minute please miss?”

“Hey Larry! We got another defective T&A! Told ya we shouldn’t of used those old big jiggly guts to make them!”

“Hello again miss, I’m going to have to schedule an engineer to come out and take a look at your defective model but we have a bit of a backlog at the moment”

“How long?!”

“It’s going to be at least a month I’m afraid. Hello? Hello Miss?”

Commission - Dismantling Daphne

Life was good for Daphne. As she stood there in front of her fellow cheerleaders she thought life couldn’t possibly get any better. She had just been announced as cheer captain for her senior year, her boyfriend Sean was the captain of the wrestling team and she was all set to attend a prestigious college next year.


Yes, things were looking great for the gorgeous young cheerleader but maybe she would have been concerned with the look in her best friend’s eye had she been bothered to see it.


Jessica looked on as Daphne soaked in the adulation from the rest of the squad. For most girls, being named vice captain would be remembered as one of the greatest days of their lives, but not Jessica.


Her green eyes burned as she took in the visage of her supposed best friend Daphne. She stood at a leggy 5ft 7in which was taller than many girls of Korean descent. Her long black hair was her crowning glory, poker straight and reached mid-way down her back. With her tan skin and supermodel good looks, there was no doubt that Daphne was the hottest girl in school and now she had everything.

Thank You

I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has made starting this blog such a pleasant experience.
I was in two minds as to whether anyone would be all that interested, so thank you to everyone that has paid a visit, left a comment and especially to my donators and commissioners.
Speaking of which, I'll be posting one of my commissions for you all to read shortly, the other has a more festive theme so I'm holding that one in reserve 😉.
I hope you all continue to enjoy the tales.

Goo do you think you are?

“And here’s our superstar now” shouted Taylor as Hannah walked into the office, the gaggle of girls around her computer burst into fits of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Hannah suspiciously.

“Oh nothing, tell us though, how often do you get hungry?”

“What do you mean?” The colour draining from her face, she knew exactly what Taylor meant but prayed that this wasn’t happening.

“Oh don’t play coy with us Hungry Hannah”

5 Minute Fiction

“I’m bored” whined Analise as she lazed in her office chair. “There’s no work to do and I have nothing in common with these old crones” she thought to herself.

“This job sucks!” She spat “I wish I could be doing anything else!”


Funnily enough, just at that time, someone else in the building was having similar thoughts.

“My feet hurt and my back is killing me” thought Pat “I have so much more work to do since they let Dorothy go, oh how I wish I could do something else” she said to no-one in particular.

A brief dizzy spell caused both women to momentarily close their eyes. When they opened them they had rather different reactions.

“Oh my! I’m young, I’m beautiful, I’m slim!” Exclaimed Pat as she gazed into the reflection of her monitor.

“Hey Patricia, the girls downstairs say it’s gonna be another couple of hours until we get some work through, why don’t you come chat with us?” Asked one of her new co-workers.

“Absolutely” beamed the new Patricia, happy to be around such nice people and to relax a while.


Meanwhile, several floors down.

“Argh!” Screamed Analise as she saw her reflection in the polished door of the elevator. Dressed in the company’s cleaning uniform, she saw a fat old woman staring back at her.

“Anna! Keep the noise down and get on with it! We don’t pay you to stand around or do you want to go the way of your mate Dorothy?” Asked a burly man who the new Anna could only guess was her new line manager.

“Yes Mr Sinclair, sorry sir” she found herself saying.

As she hefted her belly with her two hands she had one thought.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

Not Playing part 3

This time when I woke up I was almost expecting the headache. Things had been going smoothly far too long for him not to pull something on me.


I say going smoothly, what I mean was I’d done nothing to upset my tyrannical feeder. It turned out the unlock weight for his stupid little panties was 304lbs – double my starting weight. I was both relieved and distraught, free of his damned chastity at last but at the same time in mourning for my lost figure.


My weight had steadily climbed from then, making use of supplements he’d have delivered to my flat it felt like all I did was eat and make videos for him.


Still, the end was in sight, my last weigh in had me at 365lbs. I was disgusting but I knew I only had about a month left and I’d be rich beyond my wildest dreams.

5 Minute Fiction

A spooky little thought that popped into my head.

I have to tell you how amazing it is to go to bed at night and find these lovely little chocolates on your pillow.
Those lovely little squares of decadence, you wouldn’t normally eat chocolate right before bed but how can you resist?
With their bright paper band around a shiny foil wrapping, a different colour every night.
Milk chocolate, dark chocolate sometimes mint, sometimes hazelnut.
Oh and they’re the really expensive ones too!
I know because of how much weight I’ve put on from them.
I always seem to wake up a little softer, the pull of my breasts as they appear heavier every morning, my little belly that now creases into several distinct rolls, the spread of my hips as I sit at the breakfast table.
I’m certain I should be alarmed by this but I simply can’t find the will to be.
I should probably be a bit concerned about where they’re appearing from too.
I live alone.
I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.

Office Romance

I started my new job today, everyone seems really nice and welcoming, I’m sure I’m going to fit in fine. It’s going to be a whole new experience for me, this is my first ever office job! I’ve worked retail for too long thank you!

I’ve been placed next to an older lady named Karen, she’s very chatty and seems really nice but she’s so fat. I doubt we’ll have much in common but at least she has cake. She could probably stand to lay off it a little if I’m honest but whatever gets her through the day right? I’m probably doing her a favour taking some of this off her hands.

Not Playing part 0

As I sat cradling my plump belly in my hands I considered how I had gotten myself into such a mess in the first place. It had started innocently enough; I had been fresh out of uni and struggling to find a job in a tough market when I saw a programme about feeders and feedees. I did a little research and found a couple of websites dedicated to the subject, I was repulsed at first but soon I had an idea on how I could make a little money while looking for a job.

I’d gained about 15lbs while working on my degree, I was by no means fat or even chubby but the extra weight had left me looking a little soft as I liked to put it. Noticing a number of people sold videos of themselves eating or allowed people to buy them food in exchange for pictures I thought, why not me? Surely someone would want to buy pictures of little old me.

I didn’t want to get fat but surely I would be able to string along some of these saps to make a quick buck. It didn’t take long to put my plan into action, I signed up to as many of the sites as I could find, GrowingBella managed to garner some attention without even filling in her profiles.

“This will be like shooting fish in a barrel” I thought with a wry grin on my face, I shouldn’t have been so cocky.

I took some photos with my belly pushed out as far as I could, it wasn’t much but it gave off the illusion that I was a little larger than I actually was, I coupled these with some photos of myself taken from underneath, emphasising my “double chin” and a bullshit bio saying how much I wanted a feeder, to leave the social norm behind and become a fully-fledged BBW. Yeah right, fat chance of that happening.

And as this damned hunger starts up inside me again I realise how foolish I had been.

I grabbed a tube of Pringles from the mini bar to sate me, I didn’t care how much they cost that bastard could afford it. He could afford anything.

I’d gotten plenty of likes and crude comments on my pictures but for every genuine feeder it seemed there were a hundred assholes looking for free kinky chat or just offering up metaphorical food. Sifting through the time wasters was becoming a full time job in itself.

Still, there were a couple of guys that had no problem sending me money through Paypal that I totally spent on “meals” and got “stuffed” for them. I had seen videos on bloating on soda and other things that made me look bigger without having much of a lasting effect on my waistline. These suckers lapped it up, getting me gifts from Amazon that I’d just sell down at the pawn shop. Life was good. Then I met him.

I had done a couple of standard dealings with Mr S, he’d buy me dinner, I’d reuse some old pics that I’d taken for someone else while saving the money, when he started asking for more. I made excuses saying how I wasn’t comfortable recording myself eating and he responded with a picture.

It was of his bank balance. There was no way this was real and I called him on it. He responded by buying the 4k television I’d put on my wish list as a joke. I did the video for him, he got to choose what I ate and I made him pay handsomely for it, at least ten times what I’d heard other girls charged for custom videos. He had no problem with it and wanted more, wanted to make sure I was well taken care of.

I had to be careful here, what if I actually started getting fat?!

 I spent a long time in the gym over the next few weeks desperately burning off whatever calories Mr S had decided to plough into my stomach. Soon after this during a fat chat (that I was charging him by the minute for) he broached the subject of me becoming his full time feedee.

I had to think of a way out of this! I talked to my friend about what had been going on and she got a good old laugh out of it but she did give me a great idea. I needed to take the power back, remember that I was the one in charge here. I’d agree to do it but under certain conditions.

1.       No more live videos, I would do a weigh in once a week and take pictures of the scale.

2.       I got to decide what to eat and when to eat it.

3.       He could have his fat chats and pictures for free but I wanted my rent and bills paid.

4.       I was allowed to stop being his feedee at any time without any hassle from him.

I figured I’d be able to fake my way long enough to make some serious money and then I’d sack him off. He was quite the businessman obviously and he had a counter offer.

1.       No more live feeding videos, but weigh ins and measuring would be recorded.

2.       He would arrange a stuffing for me once a week and pictures would be taken.

3.       I would be his feedee for no less than one year by contract and I would be compensated for it greatly.

There were several other parts about contractual clauses and such but I couldn’t believe the number he’d typed out and asked him to repeat it just to make sure. He did so and kept droning on about bonuses for goal completion and other nonsense but I wasn’t listening, it was six figures! I was going to be set for life! “Who cares if I gain a bit of weight?” I thought, I’d be filthy rich in a year’s time and be able to buy myself a slim trim body. I wish I’d listened more carefully or at least properly read the contract when his solicitor had bought it round to sign. You live and learn I guess.

That was six months ago, I’d attempted to trick my way out of gaining so much but he was so smart, he was on the ball and I’d paid for it with my figure and now I was sat here in a bloody chastity belt.

Still, things can’t get any worse…. Right?

Mind Your Mouth

Caroline was having lunch with her friend Jenny when she felt the need to bemoan her appearance.

“Ugh I’m getting so fat” she whined as she put down her fork.

This was far from an uncommon occurrence after the girls had eaten and Jenny had come to find her friends attitude quite tiresome.

“Oh sure Caroline, you must be pushing 150lbs now right?” Asked Jenny, her question dripping in sarcasm.

“Cheeky bugger, you know I’m only…”



The words caught in Caroline’s throat, she was going to say that her weight was only 125lbs, a number it rarely crept above, but looking down at her figure she wasn’t so sure.

“I mean, I don’t know how you manage to stay so slim with all the crap you eat”

Caroline’s eyes were drawn to the table where once had been the remains of a barely touched salad sat the remains of a mostly eaten cheeseburger and several empty plates.


“Still, you look good for it. I wish I’d have been as stylish as you when I was pushing 200”

Caroline gasped in shock as her eyes fell upon her swollen breasts and her bulging belly peeking out from underneath them. Her thighs looked ready to burst from the tight denim that housed them.


“This isn’t right” she managed to utter in disbelief

“You’re damn right, I only have to look at chocolate cake and I gain 10lbs but there you are with your two slices at lunch without a care in the world”


Caroline had a frantic look on her now chubby features as she tasted the chocolate in her mouth, her plump hand working like it had a mind of its own, shovelling more of the delicious treat into her waiting mouth.

“I have to say though, it’s so much fun having someone to share clothes with now that you’ve graduated to club 400” laughed Jenny

Caroline screamed as she looked down to find her now downright fat figure was dressed in attire similar to that of her fashion inept friend.

Large love handles sucked up the sides of an ill-fitting t-shirt and poured over the waistband of generic looking spandex trousers.

“What’s the matter? Drop your afternoon snack? Let me get that for you, I know you’ve been having trouble with your mobility recently”


Caroline felt her legs spread and her belly drop between them as the chair she had been sitting on morphed into a rascal scooter.

“You know riding that thing everywhere isn’t going to help with your weight, you’ll probably hit 700 before Christmas, right?”

Caroline felt the surge of fat on her body this time, her upper arms hanging over her elbows, she could feel the fat on her face quiver as she sighed.

“Yes”

“At least I’ll always look slim next to you” laughed Jenny “come on, I’ll help you with your groceries, god knows it’s a two-person job”.

Alernate Reality V

This is one of my favourite transformation stories. Penned by the genius Matt L.

Part One: Ginger’s Friend
Ginger Fisk stood in front of her bedroom mirror admiring her slim body. The 19-year-old beauty was barely 125 pounds, with an ever so pretty face, soft green eye's and wavy shoulder length brown hair. Tapping her flat tummy, Ginger smiled at her reflection, then slowly turned to her closet and picked out her wardrobe for her trip to the mall. In this case, a pink halter top and powder blue jeans. After grabbing her purse, Ginger made tracks to meet up with her best friend Pamela Baines, though before she had made it out of her modest single family dwelling she ran into her sister Kimberly.
Two years older then Ginger, Kimberly also had a slim figure, and long golden blond hair that flowed over her shoulders. What irked Ginger the most about Kimberly was her conceited nature. Maybe Ginger knew she was attractive, but never made a point of sharing it with the world like her older sister often done. Kimberly would rave to anyone who'd listen about how beautiful and popular she was, and this actually made Ginger feel nauseous. To Kimberly also felt that the key to feminine beauty was marked by dress size, the smaller the size, thus more attractive the woman. "Where are you off too?" Kim asked as she sat in the family room watching television with a big bowl of ice cream on her lap.

Ginger smiled as she looked at her sister, still in her nightgown, and well past noon, "Your just going to sit around like that all day?"
Kim shook her head as she gulped down a spoonful of ice cream, "No, I've a date later. Why bother getting dressed when I'm not doing anything until then."
Ginger shrugged her shoulders, and told Kim, "Okay, maybe I'll be back in time to meet Mister Wonderful."

My Girlfriend's Girlfriend part 3

Jo looked apprehensively at Claire as if she were weighing up her options.

“I mean it doesn’t have to be just a smooch if you know what I mean?” stated Claire matter-of-factly. She walked over and picked up one of what appeared to be a loaf’s worth of sandwiches and took a bite.

“I’ll be in my room if you fancy it” she called out through a mouthful of sandwich as she turned and left the kitchen “and bring those sandwiches too, I’m feeling pretty hungry”

Jo nervously ran her hand over her protruding belly for a second before quickly getting up, grabbing her plate of sandwiches and making her way to Claire’s room.

Kurt awoke around midday and made his way to the living room where he was greeted by the sight of Claire and Jo watching television.

“Ah that’s what I like to see, I take it you girls worked out your differences”

He was of course commenting on the fact that before him the two girls had returned to their normal forms.

“Yeah you could say that” remarked Claire while smirking at Jo

Jo blushed and became a little flustered “Good morning sweetie” Jo quickly replied as she jumped up and gave Kurt a hug. She was dressed in the clothes that she had originally worn to the bar last night and Claire had worn out on the town later on.

“I was just waiting for you to wake up so I could say goodbye, gotta go change my clothes and do some stuff, I’ll call you later okay?”

Kurt gave her a hug and could swear she felt a little softer. After she left Kurt sat down with Claire.

“So you guys hit it off?”

“Yeah she’s not so bad, guess we just got off on the wrong foot. You gonna see more of her?”

“I guess that has a lot to do with you doesn’t it?” Kurt laughed.

My Girlfriend's Girlfriend part 2

It was around 6 in the morning when Claire came stumbling through the front door of her and Kurt’s flat. She’d taken advantage of her new found stamina and spent the entire night dancing at a club she wasn’t a regular of.

As she made her way into the kitchen she was surprised to see Jo say at the kitchen table, dressed only in one of Kurt’s dress shirts and the panties she had given her the night before.

“Oh, good morning cherub. I didn’t expect to see you here” she remarked, interrupting Jo from what looked to be a hastily constructed meal of peanut butter sandwiches.

“Oh hey” replied Jo somewhat sheepishly “well after you left last night I was kinda unsure what to do so I came back here with Kurt and…”

“And you shagged and it was glorious, you’re welcome by the way”

Jo blushed at Claire’s on the nose assessment of how last night’s events had unfolded.

“We didn’t just shag” said Jo indignantly “we made love and it was magical”

“Yeah whatever, if I had to put money on it I’d say old Kurty boy bought you back here via some fantastic late night eatery, got you to stuff yourself and then porked you silly”

“Why on earth would you BURRRP oh my”, embarrassed, Jo covered her mouth

“Because I know Kurt, I know what he’s like, what he’s into and besides, I can smell kebab on your breath love”

“But I don’t understand”

“Kurt. Likes. Big. Girls. Always has, always will. Sure they may start out skinny like you were last night but they all take the trip to chunky town mark my words”

“That can’t be right, can it?”

“Oh you don’t believe me? Here, come look”

With that Claire pulled up a photo album on her Facebook, all the photos appeared to be her with Kurt and some other woman, the other woman would be small in the first picture and somewhat larger in the second. There were several sets of photos like this, all with different women.

“So Kurt’s some kind of chubby chaser?”

“Oh you’d better believe it sister”

Jo noticed that in quite a few of the second pictures Claire looked significantly smaller.

“Did you?...”

“Help them on their way to a fuller figure? I may have had a part to play in some of these ladies broadening their horizons yes”

“But why?”

“Well I get to help my friend get a girl with the figure he desires and well I get a new wardrobe when that girl realises how great it is being bigger”

Jo then noticed a snap of just Kurt and Claire

“So you were always bigger?”

“I gain weight stupidly easy, the longer you hold onto my weight, the more my body will gain to make up for it and I’ll be able to take less back from you”

“I see” replied Jo

“So what’s it gonna be?” Asked Claire “Fancy a little smooch with me now and you can have these clothes back? Or are you gonna sit there stuffing your face and then go wake Kurt up for some more of that sweet loving?”

5 Minute Fiction

Just a little something I wrote quickly for someone, what a lovely thing to come home to.

You turn your key in the door, just back from a successful business trip abroad; successful but long.

“Honey I’m home” you call out into the house, you’re still a little put out that your girlfriend didn’t meet you at the airport but you figured she had a good reason.

“Through here baby” you hear her call from the living room.

On making your way through you lay eyes on her and your jaw drops

“Welcome home” she says with a big grin, a grin that is framed by chocolate.

You take in the sight before you, where once your moderately chunky girlfriend would have been sitting sits an undeniably fat girl, belly resting on her thighs, tits jiggling as she continues to snack on the assorted cakes and pastries around her.

“I got to thinking, gobble gobble, about what you said about letting go and living a little, munch munch, I think you’re right, why don’t you grab an eclair and take a load off? I think we have many horizons to broaden”

Opportunity of a Lifetime

My friend AlwaysClassy has put together a lovely contract for those taking on a new maid.

Enjoy.

Employment Agreement

 

THIS AGREEMENT made as of the ______day of__________________, 2017, between [Master’s name], and having its principal place of business at his residence in [Master’s location] (the "Master"); and [Maid’s name], of [Maid’s location] (henceforth referred to as the "Maid").

WHEREAS Master desires to obtain the benefit of the services of the Maid, and the Maid desires to render such services on the terms and conditions set forth.

IN CONSIDERATION of the promises and other good and valuable consideration (the sufficiency and receipt of which are hereby acknowledged) the parties agree as follows:

1. Terms of Employment

The Maid agrees that she will at all times faithfully, industriously, and to the best of her skill, ability, experience and talents, perform all the duties required of her position. In carrying out these duties and responsibilities, the Maid shall comply with all Master’s policies, procedures, rules and regulations, both written and *oral*, as are announced by the Master from time to time. It is also understood and agreed to by the Maid that her assignment, duties and responsibilities and reporting arrangements may be changed by the Master in his sole discretion without causing termination of this agreement.

Kyle's Personal Gainer

This is my take on the story put together by JigglyPanda96 - Personal Gainer which you can read here.

I'm starting my gym personal trainer sessions today, it's the new gym that opened about six months back and is on the way to the train station. I'd occasionally look in through the window, at the people pounding away on the treadmills, trying to stay in shape. Normally I'd just carry on down to the bakery but the girl I used to talk to there has left so I thought why not give it a try? They were always offering those free pass things so I thought it'd be nice to talk to someone new.

I met my personal trainer, her name is Tanya. She's beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen up close. I don't think she likes me if I'm honest. I guess we come from two different worlds though, how many 475lbs guys does she come into contact with anyway?

She certainly put me through my paces, I don't think I've ever sweat that much, puffing and panting through so much cardio while she stood there instructing me. I hope she paid attention.

I'd best make myself look halfway presentable if I'm going to try this. It won't work if I'm a sweaty mess.

After my shower Tanya went over some exercises I could do at home and some meal choices to help me lose weight, pretty tedious but I have to be nice if I want this to work.

When she finally finished talking I saw my opportunity, I asked her out for dinner. I saw the cogs whirring behind her eyes as if she were mulling it over and then, success! She accepted!

Suggestible. I like that.

Personal Gainer

A story from my friend JigglyPanda96.
Enjoy.



“Another day, another fat ass who needs me to sort their life out” I think to myself as my new client Kyle waddles into my gym wearing some very tight and old work out gear. They make him look even fatter than he already is.

It's a shame really he has a nice face and if he was 300lbs lighter he would be pretty hot but instead I'm stuck with this gargantuan blob.

The whole session was awful, he could barely muster a brisk walk on the treadmill and his belly reached farther than his arms, he couldn't even try to do a push up!

Once the hour was over I left him to clean himself up and then I’d give him some advice about dietary requirements and further training techniques, I had to be nice about it or I’d get the sack.

After our chat Kyle asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner sometime. Just as I was about to laugh in his face my body froze. My brain suddenly decided “why not give him a chance, what's the worst that could happen? at least I’d get a free meal out of it”.

So I agreed that Friday we would meet and have dinner at a place of his choice. Maybe eating with him I could help control his diet, we will have to see.

My Girlfriend's Girlfriend

Kurt was sitting in a bar with his friend and roommate Claire awaiting the arrival of his new girlfriend Jo. It would be the first time that Claire had met Jo and Kurt thought that this would be a good opportunity for them to break the ice and hopefully become friends.

Kurt was a handsome fella with short brunette hair, a reasonably trim figure, he didn’t work out religiously but he kept himself in shape. He stood at around 6 foot and was dressed in smart blue jeans with a plaid shirt.

Claire had decided to dress in a rockabilly vein with a red and white halter neck swing dress which complemented her Bettie Page bangs and cat’s eye glasses. While her attire was impeccable it did little to hide her 250 lbs frame, something that didn’t bother Claire, she was perfectly happy with her figure.

“So when does Jo get here?” asked Claire “I’m anxious to see what she’s like”

“She shouldn’t be too much longer, she’s coming over after work. I really hope you guys get along, I was thinking of inviting her back tonight if all goes well”

“I’m sure it will, she sounds lovely from what you’ve told me”

A little while later Jo walked through the doors and made her way over.

“Sorry I’m late, traffic was nightmare, you must be Claire I’ve heard so much about you”

“All good I hope” laughed Claire

“Oh definitely” replied Jo

Not Playing part 2

I woke up with a pounding headache, the light was streaming through the window and immediately knew that something was off, those weren’t my curtains! Not again!

Immediately my eyes shot open and I ripped the covers off of myself, I sat up feeling the now familiar sensation of my fattened body jiggling with the motion. At first glance I couldn’t see anything untoward, not convinced though I quickly made my way to the familiar bathroom.

I winced as I looked into the mirror, expecting the worst but was thankfully met with the appearance I had become accustomed to, that of an undeniably fat girl. Mr S had seen to it that I most definitely resembled exactly what he expected of his feedee.

I took the opportunity to scrutinize my appearance, whatever procedure Mr S had performed on me had left me radically enlarged and overweight. I’d retained my youthful appearance for the most part and I definitely still looked cute.

I ran my fingers over the spongy, bigger, lower roll of my belly. The angry red stretchmarks that decorated it hadn’t been there all those months ago when I had originally woken up in this room, no those had come through the regimented feedings commanded by my mysterious benefactor. I never seemed to be able to gain enough weight to please him. The belly that he had put on me had since started to sag thanks to the constant onslaught of calories and gravity. It was at this moment that I figured out exactly what was amiss.

The underwear I was wearing were far from comfortable, the waistband seemed to be made of a rigid plastic that while flexible had no give to it and there was no way I could hope to pull the garment down over my fattened arse and thighs. The gusset of the offending item of fit snugly against my pussy and appeared, from what I could make out in my frantic attempts to look in the mirror, to be made out of a fine, mesh like material that had to be a centimetre thick.

“What the fuck?!” I shouted to no-one in particular. Frustrated, I waddled back in to the main room only to be greeted by a familiar looking note. It read:

Good morning Donna

By now I’m sure you have noticed my latest gift to you, your new underwear. They’re an item that I had some of the finest minds in my company develop. Probably not the greatest use of their talents but it is I who hold the chequebook or so the saying goes, you know what I mean.

Anyway, they’re made of some of the newest materials available and they are quite robust. They are designed to accommodate your growing physique by use of accompanying weighing scales that I’ve taken the liberty of installing in your bathroom at home. Simply step on each morning and they will take a full body scan, adjusting the waistband accordingly. It will then send me the data in the form of a wire model that I’ll be able to save but I’m sure you don’t care about that, you’re probably more concerned about removing them to relieve yourself.

Never fear, I have that covered. You will notice that you are completely exposed at the rear of the garment to allow for… going number two so to speak. The mesh used in the front of the garment literally deflects moisture so any bathroom trips may require a little extra wiping but I can assure you they will stay as clean and dry as they are right now.

So why are you wearing them? Well I’ve not been impressed recently Donna, your recent weigh-ins have left a lot to be desired so I’ve decided to add a little incentive of a different sort. You have probably realised by now that if you can’t remove those panties, there is no way that you’re going to be able to pleasure yourself through them, so how do you get them off?

I’ve decided to keep you in bondage as it were until you meet our next set goal. I’ve taken the liberty of removing the readout of the scale at your end, I’d prefer for you to be in the dark about your current weight from now on, I just want you to focus on eating and getting fatter for me. No more distractions. Oh and here’s the kicker, each week you fail to meet my set goal I’ll be adding an additional 10 lbs to the release weight. Just a little extra incentive of course.

Your feeder

Mr S.

I broke down in tears, this bastard really wasn’t playing.

Not Playing

I woke up with a pounding headache, the light was streaming through the window and immediately knew that something was off, those weren’t my curtains!

I sat up, well I attempted to. It took a lot more effort than I was used to. The reason for this became apparent as my boobs slouched down onto my belly. My belly?!

I threw back the sheets and could have screamed at what I saw, instead I was left speechless. I was fat, not massive but a whole lot bigger than I had been the last time I had been awake.

I rolled out of bed which was a lot easier said than done, I was obviously in a hotel room and I made my way to the bathroom.

I stood in awe of what was staring back at me in the mirror. My calves were now doughy and seemed to merge with my ankles. My knees were dimples under two massively flabby turkey legs, topped by the fattest ass I’d seen up close.

My stomach had never been flat but now it formed a gut that hung and obscured my view of my pussy. Two thick rolls now occupied my waist and led up to my new tits. They were huge! I cupped them and felt their new weight, releasing them they rested in their new position, perkiness all but gone they now rested easily on either side of my new belly.

My arms almost went unnoticed as I took in this myriad of changes to my body but there they were, plump and jiggly were they had once been kinda skinny. My big fat face, slack jawed and double chinned stared back from the mirror taking in the last of my changes.

“How could this have happened?!” I thought to myself. I moved my massive form back into the main room where I happened upon a note, hand typed it read:

Good morning Donna

I’m sure by now you have been introduced to your new self and am probably wondering why this happened to you.

It shouldn’t be any surprise; I know that you haven’t been spending the money I’ve been sending you on food like you were supposed to. I know that you’ve been faking your weigh-ins and all the pictures you’ve been sending me. You didn’t think I’d find out but I did and had to take action so that your body matches how you’ve been telling me it looks.

Don’t worry about how, just know that I’m serious about our contract and will go to great lengths to ensure it is upheld.

You will find a change in clothes in your new size in the wardrobe and a little bit of a bonus in your bank account for finally getting to our first goal weight.

Remember your weigh in is at 11 o’clock on Monday and I expect your usual video live this time, I know you won’t disappoint.

Your feeder

Mr S.

A single tear ran down my newly rounded cheek. This guy was serious and I was in way over my head.

Stand in Wife

It was Friday night and Brian and his friend Kate had settled in to watch a movie, it was kinda their bi-weekly ritual, meet up after work, go shopping for snacks then go back to Brian’s place, order takeout and watch a film.

To some it might seem like an odd arrangement, Brian was in his mid-thirties, a little less hair on his head and a little more weight around his waist than he would like. He worked as an IT technician at a big bank down town and it was there that he had met Kate. She worked in marketing and had gotten talking to Brian one afternoon when she had a problem with her PC which required Brian being at her work station for an extended period of time. It was there that she found out that they had similar taste in movies and literature and their friendship had blossomed from there.

Happy to Help

Sarah Collins was in an unenviable situation. A recent university graduate, she was enjoying her time in London so much that she didn’t want to return home once her studying was done but the same could not be said of her flatmate and she had moved out as soon as term was finished.

Sarah had managed to rent a studio flat on the outskirts of the city but what was left of her student loan was fast running out and she had been unsuccessful in finding a graduate role so far. Now she was faced with being unable to make rent at the end of the month and having to return home to her parents.

With time running out she had been applying to anything and everything just hoping to get a role to pay the bills. Any interviews she had been granted had all ended the same way, she lacked experience, 

“How can I lack experience for an entry position?” she sighed as she lay back on her bed.

As she picked up her phone to check her emails she noticed the missed call and message on her voicemail, it had been from the manager of the local supermarket offering her an interview for that afternoon. It may not have been the ideal role but Sarah was desperate and responded saying that she would be able to make it.

Playing Their Game

I want to tell you a story about my girlfriend, well she was my girlfriend and her name was Trixie.

I met Trixie while we were both at university, she was studying economics while I was doing a law degree. We met at a mutual friend’s house party and hit it off straight away.

I guess you could have called us stereotypical ‘rockers’ I kept my hair long and had a long beard, I was rarely seen out of a band tee with blue denims and my old faithful leather biker jacket. I still remember what she was wearing the first night we met, a black PVC bra with a mesh top over it, ripped black leggings with a black mini skirt and big black boots. Her hair was dark and curly and it cascaded over her shoulders, she was a busty Goth goddess and if there is such a thing as love at first sight I think I found it.

I’ll spare you the boring details but as I said we hit it off and spent the night together, after that we were pretty much inseparable for the remainder of uni, we did all the parties, all the club nights, we did drugs and drank to excess, we stayed up late and missed many morning lectures, man she and I lived a wild life, she was a wild girl and in the bedroom? Well she was something else or maybe someone else would be a better turn of phrase.

What Friends Are For

It was about 1PM one Saturday afternoon when Jessica arrived back at her flat, she had been out jogging after playing some tennis in the morning. Her lean body was attired in leggings and a crop top, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail.

It was here that she happened upon her flatmate Shannon, who had not been awake when she had left for her run.

“Oh you’re finally awake then?” she asked

“Yeah” yawned Shannon “been up a little while, you have a nice run?”

“Yes I did actually, maybe if you got out of bed before midday at a weekend you’d be able to join me sometime”

“Pass, anyway, I’ve been busy here”

“Oh really?” Jessica enquired mockingly, “Busy sleeping in then lounging around in your ratty old dressing gown eating tortilla chips?”

“Breakfast of champions don’t ya know, anyway don’t knock it until you’ve tried it”

Into Hiding

I’d like to say I should’ve seen it coming but I really don’t think many people would have.

I was in my mid-twenties and had been seeing Jeremy for about three years when I lost my job as an office manager for a reputable chain pub, just a downturn in business was the reason they had given me. I was well prepared for the drudgery of the old job hunt when Jeremy talked me into a different course of action.

We had been living together for most of our relationship and we had no secrets so Jeremy knew that it was my lifelong dream to own my own little bakery specialising in cupcakes. I’d make them every weekend, everyone I knew loved them, I’d even had a stall at the farmers market for a couple of months last summer and done very well but I always worried about if I could make enough money doing this to pay my bills. This time Jeremy convinced me that I could.

I put all my efforts into setting up my new venture, I drew up a business plan, looked at premises I even began designing my logo “Steph’s Sweets” the name makes me feel sick now. You see it wasn’t meant to be. When I met with business advisers I was refused my start up loan, apparently it was just too high risk, the chances of an independent cake shop succeeding in the area were too low and I simply didn’t have enough collateral to secure the financing I needed.

I was heartbroken, I spent that evening crying into my wine and soaking through three of Jeremy’s shirts. I’d barely even registered when he told me that he’d fix this somehow.

A New Roll

“Ugh, they’re even camped out on this side” sighed Lizzie as she gazed out at the gathered paparazzo that had congregated around the service entrance of the hotel she was currently holed up in.

You would think Lizzie Knox would be used to it by now but the constant media scrutiny she was constantly under would drive anyone to frustration. Lizzie had been thrust into the public spotlight about ten years ago when the fresh faced teen had made it big by competing on a popular television talent show. Seven hit albums, four box office smashes and her own clothing line later, it was pretty hard for Lizzie to go anywhere unnoticed.

“Give it a rest Liz, you know that’s their job, whinging about them isn’t going to make them disappear”, As Lizzie’s boyfriend the paparazzi nuisance wasn’t a bed of roses for Tom either but the only thing worse than the crafty snappers was his superstar girlfriend moaning about it.

“But we’re on holiday Tom, I don’t want to spend the entire time stuck up here in the hotel room”

“Then you probably shouldn’t have told that talk show guy that you were sooo psyched to get to ride some roller coasters on your vacation, they were waiting for us at the airport!”

Lizzie playfully threw a cushion at Tom who batted it down.

“Why don’t we just make a run for it?” suggested Tom. “We can barge through, get in the car and be on our way to the theme park in no time”.

“It’s fine for you, throw on a cap and shades and no-one could tell you from Larry”

“What can I say? I just blend right in”.

“Oh and like you don’t remember what happened last time, we lasted about 20 minutes in the line for the boat ride when we were spotted, swamped and then had to spend the rest of the day being ushered in and out of rides, with about fifty bodyguards around us and everyone was yelling and…”

“You’re being melodramatic!” Interrupted Tom, “It wasn’t fifty it was more like eight and no-one was yelling, people love you, you know that”.

 “I know” pouted Lizzie “I just wish I could go and enjoy things like regular people sometimes”

“That’s the price of fame hun, the millions of dollars, the houses, the cars, they all come at a price”

“I know, I know, I just wish I could do regular stuff once in a while you know?”

“I know babe, hey why don’t we order room service and see what films they have?” asked Tom hoping that a film and some ice-cream would placate his little diva. Lizzie hated the nickname but realised she had some tendencies to be a little bit of a handful to deal with.

“Ok but I’m picking!” giggled Lizzie, her mood noticeably lifting at the prospect at spending some quality time with her fella.

Tom picked up the remote and started flicking through the hotel movie guide while Lizzie got on the phone to room service.

“Hey they have my latest masterpiece on here!” shouted Tom, he was referring to ‘Zombie Renegade’ a film released earlier in the year that he had worked on. Tom was a talented SFX makeup guy and it was doing his thing where he’d actually met Lizzie. He had worked on her first movie – ‘My babysitter fought a werewolf!’ and they had hit it off instantly. Truth be told it was his makeup skills that helped him stay incognito so often when visiting Lizzie. Sure he’d appeared in his fair share of tabloid rags while out with his girlfriend but the wig and moustache he kept in his bag worked a lot better than a simple ball cap and sunglasses.

“Yeah that was great the first three times we watched it and your commentary was sooo interesting” replied Lizzie. It was Tom’s turn to throw a pillow.

Lizzie settled on a film and when room service arrived they settled down to start watching.

“You know, if you looked like her you could go anywhere” Tom said nodding towards the door as the waitress left.

“Huh?” replied Lizzie “I didn’t get a good look at her, what did she look like?”

“Pretty average, that’s what I’m saying if you looked pretty average, you would be able to go anywhere and not have people following you everywhere”.

“Yeah but I don’t look pretty average, Tom and I doubt I ever will. Anyway let’s not get into this again, let’s just watch the film okay?”

As they watched the film Tom’s mind kept working and when it was done he had another question for Lizzie.

A Busman's Holiday

Vanessa slouched against the wall of the elevator as the doors closed. It was almost 11pm and she was only just getting in after another long day of seemingly endless negotiations. She had been sent out of town to secure the Carlton account a little over two weeks ago and she was getting tired of the lack of progress. She kicked off her heels as she tilted her head back and sighed, she had about 5 hours before she had to be up and back at the office fighting for this damned account, as she let herself into her hotel room she plopped herself down on the bed and dug into the overly warm salad that had probably been sitting on the convenience store shelf all day. She wouldn’t have minded getting some fast food on the way in but she couldn’t afford to turn up to work looking bloated or with a greasy complexion, not that she ever had that problem, at 120lbs Vanessa carried herself very professionally with wavy chocolate hair that cascaded past her shoulders and halfway down her back. Having had her fill of her unappealing dinner Vanessa decided to disrobe and remove her makeup, she could shower in the morning. It would help wake her up. And with that she went to sleep.

Her alarm angrily roused her from her slumber and Vanessa trudged to the shower still half asleep. As she lathered her toned body she heard a knock on the door and a call “Housekeeping?”

Wholesale Changes

I have a story to tell. It’s not a fun story for me to recall but I’m sure it’s one that you will be interested in. It’s a story of how I lost everything, my girlfriend, my home, my job – everything.

First let me give you a little history, my name was Mike, still is, guess I didn’t lose everything heh. I was working a sales job in the city, it wasn’t the best job ever but it paid well and afforded me plenty of disposable income. I wish I’d have used more of it.

I had been dating my girlfriend Lauren for about two years, we were pretty serious, I mean I wasn’t about to propose or anything and we weren’t living together but I guess we were in love, she really made me happy.

As for my living situation, I was sharing a house with a guy named Chris, just outside the city. The rent was more than affordable seeing as the landlady was Chris’s mother. I was paying about the same as I would for a studio flat in the same area and Chris was an okay guy, a bit quiet maybe and Lauren always felt really awkward around him, I probably should’ve listened to her.

So it all started one Sunday, Lauren and I had arrived back at my place after spending Friday and Saturday nights at her place. It wasn’t unusual to find Chris in the living room watching TV and that’s where we found him that Sunday. What was unusual though was the radically different appearance of the man.