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2024-04-08 13:57:42 +0000 UTC View Post
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2024-03-13 05:25:12 +0000 UTC View Post
Wii Fat Trainer WG Sequence
Someone hasn't been following their workout routine...
2024-02-13 14:14:51 +0000 UTC View PostFattening Heather Part 3
After a long day of classes, Heather headed to cheerleading practice, as usual. As she made her way to the girls locker room to get changed, she can’t help but stop by the vending machine to purchase a sweet calorie laden pre-practice treat.
Taylor, lingering nearby, observed Heather's actions with keen interest. With a mixture of anticipation, Taylor waited, eager to see how Heather's evolving physique would affect her role as head cheerleader.
Finally, Heather emerged from the restroom, now dressed in her cheerleading uniform. The once sleek and form-fitting ensemble now strained against her expanded frame, every seam and stitch stretched to its limit. The tight fabric accentuated the roundness of her belly, which hung over the waistband of her skirt, a stark contrast to its previous tautness.
The skirt now clung tightly to Heather's thickened thighs, the material stretched to its breaking point. Each movement seemed to pull the fabric taut, highlighting the changes in her lower body. Even her arms, once slender and toned, now appeared too plump for the uniform sleeves, the material digging into her flesh.
As Heather made her way to cheerleading practice, she once again couldn't resist the temptation of the vending machine. Succumbing to the allure of another fattening treat, Heather treated herself to a second chocolate bar, the rush of satisfaction fleeting but undeniable.
Following Heather to the cheerleading practice, Taylor settled into a seat in the nearby bleachers. She was careful to position herself far enough to avoid detection yet close enough to observe Heather as she struggled through the exercises. Heather was not hard to spot, now being the largest in the team by a significant margin.
The girls began with stretches, their movements fluid and practiced. Taylor's gaze was fixed on Heather, who now struggled to perform even the most basic warm-ups. The once-effortless task of touching her toes seemed like an insurmountable challenge for Heather, her strained attempts met with visible discomfort.
As the warm-up continued, Heather's struggles became more pronounced. She was the first to drop her plank during the team exercise, her arms trembling with exertion. Even the simple act of performing bodyweight squats seemed to take a toll on her, her legs appearing ready to give out after just a few repetitions.
Taylor watched with a mix of fascination and satisfaction as Heather grappled with the physical limitations imposed by her changing body. The contrast between Heather's current struggles and her former prowess on the cheerleading squad was stark, a reminder of the consequences of her past actions. As the practice continued, Taylor couldn't help but revel in the irony of the situation, silently relishing the sight before her.
As the cheerleading team prepared to execute their main trick—the human pyramid—Taylor's anticipation reached its peak. With an evil grin spreading across her face, she watched as the girls got into formation, knowing that Heather, as cheer captain, would be positioned at the top.
With all the other girls in place, it was now Heather's turn to ascend the pyramid. Taylor's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she observed Heather slowly climbing over the other cheerleaders. She couldn't help but revel in the discomfort evident on their faces as they bore the weight of Heather's expanded frame.
As Heather ascended higher, her weight pressing down on the girls below became increasingly evident. Taylor's eyes scanned the formation, noting the strain etched on the faces of the cheerleaders at the bottom. Their legs quivered with exertion, muscles straining under the immense load they bore. Beads of sweat glistened on their foreheads as they struggled to maintain their balance under Heather's expanding bulk.
With each step Heather took, the tension in the air grew palpable. The cheerleaders beneath her strained to support her weight, their efforts becoming increasingly futile as Heather climbed higher. Just as Heather reached the second top row, the structure teetered precariously, unable to withstand the additional pressure.
In a sudden and dramatic turn of events, the pyramid crumbled beneath Heather's weight, sending shockwaves through the squad. The once-imposing formation collapsed in a chaotic cascade of limbs and bodies, leaving the cheerleaders tangled and disoriented beneath Heather's expanded frame.
"Get off me!" The desperate cries of the unlucky cheerleaders trapped under Heather’s fattened frame pierced the air, their voices laced with panic and urgency as they struggled to extricate themselves from the chaos. With each passing moment, Taylor observed with a sense of satisfaction as the consequences of Heather's actions unfolded before her eyes.
With a sense of vindication, Taylor packed up her belongings and began to make her way home. She didn't need to say anything snarky to Heather or publicly embarrass her like she had been. This, she knew, was revenge enough. Her work here was done.
2024-02-07 09:22:51 +0000 UTC View PostFattening Heather Part 2
Monday morning arrived, and Taylor couldn't contain her anticipation as she made her way to school, the small bottle of appetite enhancer safely tucked into her backpack. The week marked the beginning of her carefully crafted plan to serve Heather, Olivia, and Chloe a taste of their own medicine.
As she walked into her first class, the usual onslaught of taunts and mockery from the girls began. Today, they took it to a new low, making pig noises as she entered the room. They sneered, sarcastically asking if she had a good weekend, cruelly referring to her as "Miss Piggy." The girls couldn't resist throwing in another jab, warning her not to devour their lunches that day.
Taylor, with a steely resolve and her mind focused on the impending revenge, chose to ignore their taunts. She took her seat, keeping her eyes on her desk and letting their words wash over her. Deep down, she knew that her opportunity for retaliation was just around the corner, and she couldn't wait to serve them a dish they wouldn't see coming. As the classroom filled with the chatter of students, Taylor's thoughts were consumed by the satisfaction she would soon derive from turning the tables on her tormentors.
The dreaded gym class, always a source of anxiety for Taylor, unfolded as Monday's first challenge. Rope climbing, a task Taylor particularly despised, seemed to embody her disdain for Mondays. Coach Anderson gathered the students around, announcing the day's activity with a booming voice.
"Alright, everyone! Today, we're hitting the ropes. Time to put those upper body muscles to the test. Now, who wants to show the class how it's done?" Coach Anderson called, scanning the room for a volunteer.
Heather's hand shot up instantly, a smug expression on her face. "I've got this, Coach!" she declared with unwavering confidence.
With a nod, Coach Anderson motioned for Heather to step forward. Swiftly, Heather ascended the rope, demonstrating a flawless technique that left the class in awe. She descended effortlessly, barely breaking a sweat, as the coach addressed the rest of the students.
"Alright, folks! Time for you all to give it a shot. Get climbing!" Coach Anderson commanded.
As the students dispersed to their respective ropes, Taylor hesitated, her unease evident. As she struggled to make her way up the rope, the relentless trio of tormentors seized the opportunity to intensify their taunts.
"Careful, Taylor! You don’t want the rope to snap!" Heather sneered, earning giggles from Olivia and Chloe.
Olivia chimed in, "And look at that belly sticking out of your gym uniform. Maybe you should've worn something more flattering!"
Enduring the torment, Taylor focused on the task at hand, determined to persevere. However, as her palms grew sweaty, she found herself slipping. The girls seized the moment, cruelly declaring, "Earthquake!" and bursting into laughter as Taylor hit the ground.
Brushing off the humiliation, Taylor knew that her moment of retribution was drawing near. The girls might revel in their current victory, but soon enough, if her plan unfolded as intended, they wouldn't be in any shape to be climbing any ropes themselves.
As lunchtime approached, Taylor made her way to the back of the cafeteria, ready to embark on her new role helping prepare and serve lunches for her fellow students. Wearing the standard cafeteria apron, she found solace in the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, away from the prying eyes and taunts of Heather, Olivia, and Chloe.
As the lunch period began, Taylor took her position behind the serving counter, dishing out mashed potatoes with a practiced efficiency. The aroma of comfort food filled the air as hungry students lined up, eager to fill their trays.
Soon enough, the trio of tormentors sauntered over to where Taylor was serving. With smirks on their faces, they couldn't resist tormenting her for her new role.
"Look at you, Taylor, the kitchen wench. Did they start paying you in extra portions?" Heather mocked.
"At least the apron hides your round gut... well, almost," Olivia added with a sarcastic tone.
Chloe laughed, "At least we know the leftovers won’t go to waste."
Taylor, determined and focused on her secret plan, simply smiled in response sneakily adding a few drops of the appetite enhancer into her ladle before each serving for the girls.
With a pleasant demeanor, Taylor cheerfully told them, "Enjoy your lunches, ladies."
Heather, Olivia, and Chloe exchanged smirks before retorting, "Enjoy working while we eat."
Seated at their usual table, Heather, Olivia, and Chloe exchanged gossip about Taylor's peculiar new role in the cafeteria. The trio speculated, their words laced with disdain, on whether Taylor had finally succumbed to the pressure of their relentless bullying or if her newfound occupation was merely a ploy to secure extra food.
"Seriously, is she losing it or what? Seems like we’re finally getting to her," Olivia mused, a smirk playing on her lips.
Heather chimed in, "Or maybe she's just figured out how to get more food."
The girls chuckled at Heather's remark, dismissing the thought that Taylor might have more significant plans in motion. As they started eating, a peculiar sensation overcame them—an insatiable hunger that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.
"Must be from that crazy gym session. I'm starving," Chloe remarked, her eyes fixed on her emptied plate.
The trio, attributing their heightened hunger to the earlier gym class, continued eating, attempting to satiate the gnawing emptiness. However, despite devouring everything on their plates, the hunger persisted, an unsettling and unfamiliar feeling.
As the call for seconds echoed through the cafeteria, the girls exchanged glances and collectively decided to indulge further, a rare occurrence for the trim girls. They joined the line, each plate being generously filled by Taylor, who wore a smile that concealed her mischievous intent.
Heather, Olivia, and Chloe returned to their table, their second helping disappearing as rapidly as the first. The realization set in that their hunger showed no signs of subsiding, despite the substantial amount they had consumed.
Heather, frustration evident in her voice, exclaimed, "What is this? Why am I still hungry?"
For the first time ever, Heather, Olivia, and Chloe found themselves among the few students to venture up for thirds, their insatiable hunger driving them to seek yet another helping. As Taylor loaded their plates with a hefty serving for the third time, a wicked satisfaction gleamed in her eyes, hidden behind the façade of the dutiful cafeteria worker.
The girls returned to their table, each plate holding a mountain of food that would make even the heartiest appetites pause. Despite the abnormality of the situation, the trio attacked their third serving with the same voracity as the first two. The cafeteria's buzz continued around them as they devoured their meals, seemingly oblivious to the whispers of curious onlookers.
Heather, Olivia, and Chloe, completely absorbed in their relentless pursuit of satisfaction, failed to notice the growing attention focused on their extraordinary appetite. The air of the cafeteria buzzed with hushed conversations, speculations about the trio's seemingly unquenchable hunger.
Taylor, observing from her post behind the serving counter, couldn't help but revel in the success of her carefully executed plan. The appetite enhancer had worked its magic, turning the tables on the girls who had tormented her for far too long. Little did they realize that their indulgence was just the beginning of a culinary retribution they would never see coming.
The trio finally sat back, their plates now clean, and a satisfied burp escaping from each of them. Heather, the ringleader, couldn't resist making a jest at the expense of Taylor, who was diligently working behind the serving counter.
"Heh, if we keep eating like this, we'll end up like Princess Porkie over there," Heather teased, a smug grin on her face.
Olivia and Chloe joined in the laughter, their recent insatiable hunger now replaced with a sense of contentment. They struggled to rise from the table, their stomachs now round and taut from the excessive feast.
…
Two weeks had now passed since Taylor had set her revenge plan in motion, and as she arrived at her usual classroom, the routine torment from Heather, Olivia, and Chloe continued. The trio, seemingly unchanged in their demeanor, continued to subject Taylor to their relentless taunts, unaware of the subtle but noticeable changes taking place in their own figures.
As Taylor endured their familiar insults, she couldn't help but notice the small but unmistakable alterations in the girls' appearances. Their clothes seemed to fit a little more snugly, and their once slender figures now exhibited a softness, particularly around the hips. The effects of the appetite enhancer were gradually manifesting, shaping their bodies in a way that Taylor had envisioned.
The trio, however, remained oblivious to these changes, their focus on tormenting Taylor seemingly blinding them to the transformations occurring within themselves. The girls continued their usual routine of mockery, seemingly none the wiser to the subtle shifts taking place in their physical forms.
Taylor, observing the results of her carefully executed plan, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The tables had turned, and her revenge had begun to reshape the very figures that had once tormented her.
At lunch that day, the girls, as rude as ever, sauntered up to the serving counter, ordering Taylor around with their usual disdain. "Kitchen wench, get us an extra helping," Heather commanded, the derogatory term rolling off her tongue effortlessly. Taylor, undeterred by their rudeness, donned a cheerful demeanor, obliging with a simple nod and a "Of course, enjoy!", ensuring to include an extra helping of appetite enhancer to accompany it.
As the trio settled at their usual spot, Taylor took a calculated approach. She ensured their plates received not only the extra helping they had demanded but also an extra dose of the appetite enhancer. The subtle revenge continued, hidden in plain sight.
Heather, taking a confident bite of her meal, declared, "This hunger has to be because of cheerleader practice. We've been working on this new pyramid trick, and I'm at the top. Takes a lot of energy, you know?" She seemed oblivious to the irony in her words.
Olivia, her sharp tongue always ready, chimed in, "Maybe she's right. Or maybe it's just stress from exams. I've been starving lately."
Chloe, ever the analytical one, added, "Could be a growth spurt. I've heard people get crazy hungry when they're going through one."
Taylor, watching from her vantage point, couldn't help but smirk as the girls speculated about the cause of their insatiable appetites. The effects of her culinary revenge were beginning to show, evident in the girls' bloated midsections struggling against the confines of their clothes.
Undeterred by the subtle changes, the trio rose for their usual seconds and thirds as they always did, leaving the cafeteria with visibly round and taut bellies, hanging over their waistbands. Taylor, reveling in the success of her plan, discreetly observed their departure, knowing that her orchestrated revenge was reshaping not just their attitudes but also their very bodies.
2024-02-03 08:15:00 +0000 UTC View PostFattening Heather Part 1
In the small town of Crestwood, nestled among the rolling hills of suburban America, Crestwood High School was a breeding ground for teenage dramas, where friendships were tested, and, unfortunately for Taylor Green, bullies roamed free.
18 year old Taylor stood at a mere 5 feet with a cascade of chocolate-brown curls framing her round face. Perched on her nose were a pair of round, thick glasses. Taylor always performed well in her studies, but her real love was for cooking, which was evident by her plump frame.
Despite her short stature and a body that bore the signs of her love for cooking, Taylor wore her uniqueness with pride. However, to the bullies at Crestwood, Taylor was a perfect target, a nerdy, small and shy girl who wouldn’t fight back. Particularly Heather Stevens, and her clique of mean girls.
Heather, the ringleader, embodied the perfect image of cruelty with her long, sleek black hair that cascaded effortlessly down her shoulders, and sparkling blue eyes. In the grand tapestry of Crestwood High, Heather was the undisputed queen, reigning with a blend of beauty, athleticism, and an unapologetic attitude that left a trail of broken self-esteem in her wake. Her piercing eyes, the shade of deep hazel, held a glint of superiority that only the most popular girl in Crestwood High School could possess. Heather was not just the captain of the cheer team, she was also a track star, her lithe and agile form making her a force to be reckoned with on the field. But perhaps the most defining aspect of Heather's outward perfection was her impeccably trim and petite figure, a standard of beauty that had long secured her position as the apex of popularity.
Her every step exuded confidence, and her radiant smile was a weapon she wielded to both captivate and intimidate. Heather's seemingly unattainable image of perfection served as a catalyst for the cruelty she and her clique, comprised of Olivia a tall, athletic blonde and Chloe, a slim and fashionable redhead, directed toward those they deemed beneath them.
These girls seemed to have made it their mission to make Taylor's high school life a living nightmare. Over their years of torment, they had judged Taylor a weak little girl who would never fight back, little did they know they were soon to get their just desserts.
It was a typical day at Crestwood high. As Taylor entered the classroom and sat down, she heard the stifled giggles of Heather and her clique filled the space.
Heather glanced at Taylor with a mocking smile. "Well, well, about time you showed up Taylor. We were getting worried. Did you stop by the bakery on the way to school?"
Olivia chimed in, chuckling. "Yeah, I thought I heard a creak. Maybe you should lay off the pastries Taylor, sounds like your chair is struggling to hold the extra weight."
Chloe, eyeing Taylor's sweater, added her jab. "And what's with that sweater? Did you borrow it from your grandma?"
Heather joined the taunting, leaning in. "Don’t be too harsh, girls. It was probably the only thing that fits her. Couldn't find anything in the regular stores, huh, Taylor?"
The cruel laughter of the girls echoed, and Taylor bit her lip, holding back tears. Just as she mustered the courage to respond, the classroom door swung open, and the teacher walked in.
"Alright, settle down, everyone. Let's focus on today's lesson," the teacher commanded, unwittingly putting an end to the torment. Taylor, silently enduring the humiliation, directed her attention to the front of the class, determined to rise above the hurtful words. Though she struggled to focus on the lesson, her mind still stuck on the girls mean comments, and more importantly, how to get back at them.
…
In the bustling cafeteria of Crestwood High School, Taylor stood patiently in the lunch line, lost in her thoughts as she often was. Suddenly, the trio of tormentors—Heather, Olivia, and Chloe—pushed ahead, their disdain evident in both their actions and words.
"Out of the way, Taylor. We need to get some food before your fat ass eats it all," Heather sneered, elbowing Taylor in the stomach.
"Yeah, with that appetite, you're probably the reason they run out of everything," added Olivia, the sharpness of her tone cutting through the air.
Mocking laughter followed as Chloe chimed in, "Move aside, butterball."
The impact of their elbows left Taylor wincing in pain, and she instinctively clutched her midsection. Ignoring her discomfort, the girls callously brushed off her pain.
"Oh, come on, Taylor. You've got plenty of padding. You'll be fine," Heather said dismissively, patting Taylors stomach before beginning to load up her plate.
Feeling hurt and defeated, Taylor retreated to a corner table with her tray, seeking the solace of a few moments alone. It was her usual refuge from the bullies, a brief respite where she could enjoy a moment of peace. However, today was not going to be one of those days.
As Taylor sat alone at her corner table, seeking refuge from the relentless torment of Heather and her clique, she observed the trio's usual antics from a distance. Olivia, carrying her tray laden with an assortment of cafeteria food, seemed to relish the opportunity to escalate the humiliation.
A wicked glint sparkled in Olivia's eyes as she exchanged knowing glances with Heather and Chloe. With a triumphant smirk, she gracefully rose from her seat at Heather's table, her eyes fixated on Taylor's unsuspecting form.
Olivia pretended to nonchalantly walk past Taylor's table, savoring the moment of anticipation. With a devious glance over her shoulder, she feigned a trip over an invisible obstacle, expertly choreographing the entire performance. As she stumbled, she threw her tray forward, sending it into a chaotic whirl.
The tray soared through the air, a surreal ballet of plastic and food, before crashing down upon Taylor, spraying the contents of Olivias tray on her.
The eruption of laughter from the surrounding students intensified as mashed potatoes, gravy, and an array of cafeteria concoctions adorned Taylor's hair, clothes, and even her beloved thick glasses. The cafeteria became a chorus of cruel amusement, with pointed fingers and stifled chuckles adding to Taylor's embarrassment.
In that moment, as Taylor sat there covered in a mess of food, the girls reveling in their malicious prank, the simmering determination within her grew stronger. Unbeknownst to Heather, Olivia, and Chloe, Taylor's resilience was not so easily shattered. Beneath the humiliation lay a resolve to turn the tables in a way they could never anticipate, setting the stage for a culinary revenge that would redefine their understanding of consequences.
The eruption of laughter from the surrounding students intensified as mashed potatoes, gravy, and an array of cafeteria concoctions adorned Taylor's hair, clothes, and even her beloved thick glasses. The cafeteria became a chorus of cruel amusement, with pointed fingers and stifled chuckles adding to Taylor's embarrassment.
In that moment, as Taylor sat there covered in a mess of food, the girls reveling in their malicious prank, the simmering determination within her grew stronger. Unbeknownst to Heather, Olivia, and Chloe, Taylor's resilience was not so easily shattered. Beneath the humiliation lay a resolve to turn the tables in a way they could never anticipate, any way she could get back at them.
Amidst the uproar in the cafeteria, the cafeteria lady, a stout and no-nonsense figure, rushed over to the scene. With a stern expression, she scolded the students for their laughter, recognizing the malicious intent behind Olivia's cruel prank. She gently helped Taylor up from her seat, her eyes revealing a mix of sympathy and frustration at the bullying she had witnessed.
"Come with me, dear. Let's get you cleaned up," the cafeteria lady said, guiding Taylor toward the cafeteria kitchen.
As they entered the bustling kitchen, filled with the clatter of pots and pans, the cafeteria lady handed Taylor a towel to wipe away the remnants of the unwanted lunch shower. The kind woman's expression softened as she spoke.
"I've seen how mean those girls are to you, Taylor. If it were up to me, I'd have them expelled. No one deserves to be treated that way," she remarked, her empathy shining through.
Taylor, touched by the unexpected support, managed a grateful smile. "Thank you, ma'am. It means a lot."
The cafeteria lady eyed Taylor with a thoughtful gaze. "Say, do you enjoy cooking?"
Taylor's eyes seemed to light up at the question. "Yes, I love it."
A warm smile spread across the cafeteria lady's face. "How about this? I could use an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. You help me out, and in return, you can eat your lunch in peace in the break room. Away from those girls."
Taylor's heart skipped a beat. The opportunity to escape the relentless torment and savor her lunch without fear of humiliation was too tempting to resist. She eagerly accepted the offer.
"I'd love that, ma'am. Thank you," Taylor replied with genuine gratitude, although a mischievous glint lingered in the back of her eyes. This unexpected chance to work in the cafeteria kitchen provided Taylor with the perfect cover—a subtle yet effective way to plot her culinary revenge against Heather, Olivia, and Chloe.
That night, fueled by a mix of determination and a burning desire for revenge, Taylor delved into her research with a newfound sense of purpose. She scoured the depths of the internet, seeking the perfect method to turn the tables on Heather, Olivia, and Chloe.
After hours of searching, Taylor stumbled upon the perfect solution—a subtle yet effective appetite enhancer designed to help patients gain weight. It was an over-the-counter supplement, discreet enough to be added to food without raising suspicions. A spark of mischief danced in Taylor's eyes as she realized the potential of this discovery.
Without hesitation, Taylor ordered two bottles of the appetite enhancer, her excitement growing as she envisioned the poetic justice it could bring. As she drifted off to sleep that night, a sense of anticipation filled her dreams. Taylor eagerly awaited the chance to execute her plan at school the following week, knowing that this secret ingredient would be perfect to serve as the catalyst for the revenge she had been plotting.
2024-02-03 08:12:06 +0000 UTC View Post
Special Week WG Sequence
Special Week from Uma Musume Pretty Derby
2024-02-03 05:18:30 +0000 UTC View Post
Haruhi Suzumiya WG Sequence
Haruhi Suzumiya from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.
I really like this one, hope you guys do too.
2024-01-23 11:24:41 +0000 UTC View PostMikasa WG Sequence
Mikasa Ackerman from Attack on Titan.
Sorry for delays in posting lately, have been super busy as the new year starts up. Will be posting alot over the next few days, so look out for that.
2024-01-22 09:04:30 +0000 UTC View Post
