Some Kinda Gain (WG Scenario)

A small little weight gain scenario I typed out a while ago, I still quite like it so I wanted to share it!

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“I’ve caught on to your dirty little charade. You’ve been making me fatter. You thought I’d shrug this blubber off as an accident, maybe my metabolism had slowed or I needed to be more active. But I found your secret stash of butter and heavy cream you’ve been sneaking into every one of my meals, hidden below the veggies you knew I wouldn’t touch. You knew I’ve always worried about gaining weight, ruining the perfect figure I’ve spent so long to maintain. But you left snacks in every corner of the home knowing I couldn’t resist them, brought me out to my favorite restaurants knowing I couldn’t help but indulge. Well your plan worked, that perfect figure is long gone, buried underneath a thick layer of useless flab. Just look at this belly you’ve put onto my body, it’s massive, my hands sink so deeply into all this soft lard that’s covering my once flat and toned abs, jiggling and quaking with each step of my plush body. Now my body’s covered in angry red stretch marks from my skin not being able to keep up with how quickly I’ve been piling on weight, each new one’s a trophy to how well you’ve done to keep me well fed. And I’ve caught you looking, everytime my shirt slides up my belly to show off my deepening navel, your eyes fixed on my two swaying pillowy asscheeks as I walk through the house, your eyes tracing where my tight clothes dig into my soft flesh. But don’t worry, now that the damage is done, now that my old svelte frame is covered in so much extra flab, now that I can see how flustered all this fat makes you, I’m gonna admit defeat. I want you to make me huge.”

“I wish I knew sooner how good it felt to let myself go, indulge and not worry about the consequences. Because the consequence, as it turns out, is hardly one at all, I love how soft and plush I am now, how every part of my body is so grabbable and sensual to squeeze, and how every extra bite will only make me more irresistibly fat. And I love seeing your face when you catch a glimpse of my fattened body, when my belly pokes out of my shirt, or when you watch me struggle to squeeze my growing body into my clothes that only seem to get smaller. I especially love your face now, beet red, sweat dripping from your brow, squirming, your eyes traveling around my body. You don’t have to hide anymore, this fat body was your doing, you should get to enjoy it after all, just as long as you promise to keep making it bigger. Don’t be shy, I know you’ve wanted to explore the rolls you’ve worked so hard to grow, get your hands on the curves you’ve watched grow from a distance.”