I’m not gonna look, I’m not gonna check. I’m just going to the break room, and I’m not even going to see if she’s here.
She’d been telling herself this every day for weeks. Her willpower failed every time. She glanced over, even as she chided herself. Bethany’s cubicle was empty, her desk light still off. Looks like she called out again…
They hadn’t spoken. The most fucked up part of the whole thing was that five days a week, she was still stuck...
2022-12-15 01:56:58 +0000 UTC
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I put together a form where folks can drop story ideas and prompts you'd like to see me write! I'm only providing this link to patrons, and I'm only planning on posting my responses to these prompts here on Patreon (so long as they don't violate the guidelines and aren't fanfic, which means I'll have to post them elsewhere). I'm planning on filling at least one prompt a month, depending on how many submissions come in...
2022-12-05 19:46:20 +0000 UTC
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Happy December, y’all!
I can’t believe it’s the last month of the year already 😮💨 I hope you’re all staying warm and taking advantage of all the seasonal goodies.
I’m thinking about the upcoming year and what I’d like to work on, and things I’d like to do for Patreon. I’m toying with the idea of recording some audio versions of some shorter pieces (at least, if this ridiculous cough ever goes away), and playing more with how to make Like Mother, Like Daugh...
2022-12-02 05:04:14 +0000 UTC
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Her family was getting concerned. Soria had always been a little on the chubby side. Her family had bullied her about it constantly when she was growing up, pressuring her into diets and making sure to point out when she was getting softer so she could “put in more effort” and try harder to stay slim. Her weight was always in flux; she’d lose ten pounds, then gain seven back when she loosened up, lose five when she tried a new diet, and then put on eight during holiday binges.
Her...
2022-12-01 01:49:00 +0000 UTC
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A month later, Claire was happily settled in at her new, temporary office job. She’d gotten into a habit of calling Veronica on her way home from work multiple times a week.
Veronica was more than a little irritated at how often she heard Claire munching during their conversations, including the one they were having right at that moment. “Aren’t you heading home for dinner right now?”
“Yeah, why?” Crunch.
“Just surprised you’re eating when you know M...
2022-11-28 23:10:23 +0000 UTC
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Hi all! Sorry I fell off the face of the earth for a couple weeks. I am actually (actually!!!) on the mend. I'm going to be playing catch-up for a bit on regular life stuff as well as on my writing for a bit, but I'm working on getting back into the swing of things again.
Also, about me moving off Patreon: looks like I'll be here for a while yet! I am still going to keep my other site (password: fatpeopleare...
2022-11-14 23:09:17 +0000 UTC
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“Oh, dearest, it’s just one more bite. I promise it won’t hurt you,” Isla coaxed.
Isla could tell Ari felt nauseated. She’d packed her to the gills, and kept her eating long after she would’ve given up on her own. “All you have to do is open your mouth and swallow, and then you’ll be finished.” Ari didn’t say no, but she still didn’t open her mouth.
Isla massaged her belly gently, fingers gliding over the many pounds of flesh they’d mounded onto Ari’s mid...
2022-10-27 04:20:09 +0000 UTC
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Molly was perfectly fine staying home when things started to go south. She’d been preparing for years and had a huge stockpile stashed away. So when the TV news started droning about food shortages and other imminent disasters, she hunkered down, planning on tinkering at her hobbies and reading and watching lots of movies. She’d longed for the time to do just that for ages – an excuse to quit her job and just be the natural homebody she was, with no schedule or anything from the outside...
2022-10-25 02:00:52 +0000 UTC
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Hi all! I already made a few posts about this over on deviantart, but wanted to wait until I got things a little more situated to mention it here. I am planning on migrating from here on Patreon over to a new site, https://wafflekinks-smut-shop.ghost.io/. (The password is "fatpeoplerehot" because of course it is!) As some longer-term patrons probably remember, some of the stuff I've written has had to be removed f...
2022-10-24 04:49:23 +0000 UTC
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They met at a party in their mid twenties. Kelly had actually been invited, and Gray had shown up because he heard there would be free beer. Gray first spotted Kelly while she was doing a keg stand. Something about the smile on her face when she finally tapped out and was back on her own two feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, did it for him.
Separately, both had been heavy social drinkers, both known in their respective circles for being able to drink anyone else under th...
2022-10-23 03:47:41 +0000 UTC
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Carmilla waited patiently for the tongue-lashing to be over with. She kept her face serious, brows drawn together as she nodded, as if in agreement with everything her demonic supervisor was telling her. “You’re a demon of lust, not gluttony!” The supervisor went on and on about how Carmilla wasn’t “looking the part” of a succubus these days, and how maybe she needed some time in a deeper pit of Hell.
Carmilla knew better than to take any of it seriously. While her ...
2022-10-22 06:33:24 +0000 UTC
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Those of you who read the Kinktober stories from last year might remember Amma from last year's Bottomless Stomach story. I figured it would be perfect to revisit the character for this prompt.
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It had been about a month since the hot tub incident. Since then, Amma had started a strength-training regimen – all on stream, of course. Getting stuck in her own hot tub had made her real...
2022-10-21 04:42:25 +0000 UTC
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Managed to fall a day behind on Kinktober! Between being sick (I'm on the mend, thankfully! Stuck on antibiotics for another week or so, but feeling so much better) and then just life getting in the way, I've had to take more break days than I was expecting. Going to try and catch up today and tomorrow!
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He only needed to get through the one meeting. Just this last meeting, and then he would be heading home, to objects he’d vetted and knew could hold his weight without crumpl...
2022-10-19 23:41:56 +0000 UTC
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In her mind’s eye, Bev looked just the same as she had in high school. Oh, sure, it had been twenty years and she’d had four kids since then, but at the end of the day, she was still the same gal!
In reality, Bev had become an overblown MILF. Hips for days, a rack to die for, and a nice potbelly right between them, courtesy of a lifestyle more marked by baking cookies and shuttling her kids around their suburban neighborhood than at the gym or swimming laps.
Somehow, the addit...
2022-10-17 04:06:22 +0000 UTC
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All three of them were stranded in the living room, each belly-up in a different way.
Tami was sitting in her favorite recliner, reclining all the way back to give her as much room to stretch as possible. It wasn’t enough to relieve the deep ache in her stomach, and she couldn’t help letting out little moans of discomfort as she digested.
Amy was sprawled out on the couch snoring. Her solution to overeating was generally to immediately fall asleep. This had the benefit of bypa...
2022-10-16 03:05:42 +0000 UTC
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The young man had been squalling for hours. “Unhand me! I’m the heir to the governor of these islands, and I won’t stand for this kind of treatment!” He was seated in a dinghy, his hands and feet both bound.
The pirate captain rolled his eyes as he rowed them both out to his ship. “Keep listing more reasons to ransom you, kid. Gives me more reasons to up the price.”
That finally shut him up, at least for a while, which felt like a blessing at first. Then the boy starte...
2022-10-14 02:13:46 +0000 UTC
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“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” she said as she gave her own belly a slap that sent it jiggling. “You wish you had a body like this.”
My mouth had gone completely dry. She looked magnificent, and she knew it. Her skin glowed, and the low lighting in the room cast shadows that made her figure look even fuller. Her fingertips traced along the stretch marks that arced across her lower belly. Most of them had gone silver, but there were still a few places that were bright...
2022-10-13 01:19:51 +0000 UTC
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Just a reminder to everyone to make sure you vote in the two Like Mother, Like Daughters polls before they close next week! Here's the link to the Who's Gaining? poll and the link to the Gain Method poll, as well as a link to 2022-10-12 01:00:20 +0000 UTC
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The first thing Tabby did with her time machine was plot out when she would eat first. There was infinite variety to choose from: medieval feasts, ancient Greek marketplaces, a Ming dynasty lunch banquet. But a friend had been raving about the late 20th century, and Tabby wasn’t one to miss out.
Tabby used a replicator to put together an appropriate outfit for the United States in 1992: fitted black lycra bike shorts, an oversized white t-shirt with a design on the front commemorating...
2022-10-10 01:50:28 +0000 UTC
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I have a longer story idea with this dynamic in mind saved in the notes app on my phone. Figured I'd play around a little and see if it's worth doing a longer version of this once I've wrapped up at least one other series. I feel like the answer is "yes" but as always, would love to hear what y'all think.
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“Mr. Carter?” Susannah asked gently as she knocked on the door to her boss’ office. “You have a meeting in ten minutes. Do you want me to clear your desk before that?...
2022-10-08 04:02:03 +0000 UTC
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Had to resist writing a little epilogue attached to this SO HARD. I have a feeling I'll revisit these two sooner rather than later.
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Kysa would be the first to admit how vain she was. Her whole life, everyone had told her how unbecoming her obsession with her own appearance was. It seemed all she could speak of was the latest recipe she’d discovered in some book or other for a salve said to eliminate and prevent wrinkles or a tonic that purported to keep one youthful. H...
2022-10-07 05:30:50 +0000 UTC
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Same deal as previous polls! Pick how you want characters to gain next chapter. The winner(s) will be the focus of the next chapter. And, just like last time, you can choose multiple options! If there are any choices you don't see here that you'd like to see in future chapters, let me know and I'll add them to the next round.
Here's a link to all the previous Like Mother, Like Daughters c...
2022-10-03 03:37:41 +0000 UTC
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Same deal as previous polls! Pick who you want to gain in the next chapter. The winner(s) will be the focus of the next chapter. And, just like last time, you can choose multiple options!
Here's a link to all the previous Like Mother, Like Daughters chapters and polls!
2022-10-03 03:34:53 +0000 UTC
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When Finn woke up, the first thing he did was check for texts from his girlfriend, Carmen. She’d sent him one in the middle of the night which read, simply, “Starbucks and blueberry pancakes.”
Finn knew better than to keep her waiting. He got out of their bed and quietly threw on some close. Carmen was still asleep, sprawled out in their huge bed with a pink sleeping mask over her eyes. This was how their mornings usually went: Carmen would send him her breakfast requests when she...
2022-10-03 02:17:50 +0000 UTC
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This one's a little dark! No good body feels or redemption in this one, just a whole lot of fat-shaming.
Also, I noticed something as I wrote this: I tend to spend a lot of time focusing on the "how" and "why" of characters gaining weight, even in shorter stories. Is that something that y'all enjoy, too, or should I cut back and focus more on the results of a gain?
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He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had prepared for this moment for months, ever since he booked ...
2022-09-27 01:47:03 +0000 UTC
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“One pint fine sifted bread-crumbs, one quart milk, one cup sugar, yolks of four eggs, a piece of butter the size of an egg (some add grated rind of lemon); bake until done – but do not allow to become watery – and spread with a layer of jelly. Whip whites of eggs to a stiff froth with five table-spoons sugar, and juice of one lemon, spread on the top and brown. Good with or without sauce, and very good cold.”
- “Queen of Puddings,” Mrs. Prof. R. P. Kidder, Cape...
2022-09-26 02:10:50 +0000 UTC
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Am I being too literal with this one? Probably. Did I still enjoy every second of writing this? Absolutely. Also, this is one of my rare forays into writing about immobility, so if extra-supersized gals are your thing, this one's for you.
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Ella hadn’t meant to become a goddess. She’d been a quiet girl. Diligent and invisible behind thick glasses. A little chubby around the middle – not enough that anyone would really take notice, but enough to make people look past her. S...
2022-09-24 22:17:42 +0000 UTC
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No one expects to meet their long-lost identical twin. Up until a few months before, I hadn’t even realized I had a long-lost twin. Thanks to all the new consumer DNA databases, though, we’d happened to discover each other. Through a series of foster care fuck-ups, Ariana and I had been separated at the tender age of two months and been adopted by two different families, neither of which knew the other twin existed.
No one had meant to, but we’d accidentally become secret...
2022-09-23 00:58:39 +0000 UTC
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It was his first time bringing out the funnel.
“Is that, um. Is that really necessary?” she said with a nervous laugh.
“I think so. Your gains have been a little slow lately, haven’t they?” He inspected the funnel and the rubber tube attached to it, making sure everything was in order.
“I gained five pounds last month. That’s not exactly–”
“The goal was ten pounds. You made me promise I would help you gain a hundred pounds by the end of the year, an...
2022-09-21 21:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Bringing a couple characters back from last year's Kinktober for this one!
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Sean had never felt so spoiled in his life, and that was saying something. He was sunning himself on a lounger by the pool at the hotel his husband had booked for their three-week honeymoon, sipping his third drink of the afternoon.
Isaac had insisted that he would do all the planning for their honeymoon...
2022-09-18 01:14:26 +0000 UTC
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