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“Huh?” Mavie was not sure she heard everything or anything the man had said. She was still shocked to realize that she had been licking and sucking his fat girth just moments ago. Taking a good look at it, Mavie noticed it was almost the size of her wrist, just a little smaller. She wasn’t so slim after all. She had gained weight ever since she could buy and eat whatever she craved to have for a meal. And her employer was too kind to give her full access to the rich and nutritious food in the kitchen. But Mavie was not fat either. She just has enough flesh filling her curves and all in the right places. “For a first-timer, you seemed to know what to do. Are you sure you haven’t done this bef

“Anything, so long as there’s a lot of it.” “You know...” He rolls away from me and stands, and for a second, I can only lie back and soak in his beauty. Everything about him, from his chiseled muscles to his easy grace as he walks around the room, still fascinates me. I doubt I could ever get tired of looking at him. “I was reading during the flight over, and they say if you’re carrying a boy, he requires more calories than a girl.” “Really?” “Something like a third more than a girl would.”

The first man leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over again. I noticed his gaze lingered on my stomach. “Damn,” he said with a cruel laugh. “No wonder you’re so uptight. Look at the size of you. How much do you weigh, anyway? Two-fifty? Three hundred? Bet that’s why your husband always cheats on you—that's if you even have one.” That hit me right in the heart where it hurts. How could he tell?

"In there, I think." Scoffing, I said. " I barely remembered eating that much. I'm rather still famished." He roared with laughter. "The rituals must have depleted my energy." I offered, flushed. "I agree." He said. "Come to think of it, you're beginning to gain weight in the most beautiful places. Albeit, minimal." He said, cupping my breast in his palm. I blushed, trying to pull out of his grasp. "Your breasts are a little fuller than the last time, and your hips are more plumpy." He said, his gaze resting on my hips.

I follow her to the scale where she weighs me. “One hundred and sixty-five pounds. How tall are you?” “Five foot three,” I tell her. “She nods and writes that down. I seemed to have already gained some weight. I didn’t think I would for another month or so. I mean five pounds doesn’t seem like a lot to most people but for him it’s a ton. I have always struggled with my weight. So, five pounds is easy to gain and hard to lose.

She was staring lost outside the window with nothing clinging to her line of sight. My eyes softened upon taking another look at that body of hers. My lips moved as my tongue stuck out to lick my lips. My groin was already feeling pumped up and then the realization of her getting pregnant could destroy that sexy body of hers. I knew pregnant women gained a lot of weight and ruin their perfect figure. My chest heaved with a deep anticipation. On one hand was that baby being a ticket to me getting everything and ruling over the entire vast of our mafia. And on the other was her body getting disfigured by the damn pregnancy.

The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

he questioned, his lips lingering over the swell of my breasts. “I’m going to bloat in all the wrong places,” I whined. “How does that matter?” “I’ve been researching a lot lately, and according to data, seventy per cent of men lose interest in their women when they get pregnant and grow baby fat.” He grunted, “Remind me to check your browser history daily. I don’t want you searching stupid shit. And what makes you think I’m amongst the seventy per cent men? I’m the only one for you.”

“First, thank you! I feel great now that I have you in my arms. I have been thinking about you ever since last Friday, honey. I am so sorry that I couldn’t be with you over the weekend. I just feel horrible. Maybe I should quit my job and this whole charade and just stay with you for a while? As far as my weight, I lost 30 pounds and have toned up pretty well.” He began patting his stomach and running his fingers under his chin. “I was watching a late-night info-commercial and ordered this P90X thing and damn if it didn’t work. I haven’t been in this good shape since I was your age and seducing your mother on a nightly basis at Princeton. Your last question is no; I don’t have any women inte

After having to endure his touch at every available opportunity, I heard him say something that saved me from certain rape. He was ranting to my mother about how she had better not gain any more weight because he hated heavy women. That night, I started eating everything I could hold without puking, and by the end of the month, I was fifteen pounds heavier. This continued until I gained almost fifty pounds. It was obvious my size was a complete turn-off to Jim. He stopped touching me and instead insulted me at every turn, but I didn’t