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.