Yumeko WG Sequence
Re-do of the Yumeko sequence in my new style
2024-01-03 08:48:37 +0000 UTC View Post
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The Bet Part 3 (WG Story)
Six months have passed since Amy and Rachel first made their unique bet, a journey that has since taken a surprising turn. The bet, which initially spurred both of them into changing their lifestyles, came to an end two months ago. Amy, having reached her fitness goals, now stands at a svelte 124 pounds, almost mirroring what Rachel's weight was before their challenge began.
Amy's transformation is nothing short of remarkable. Her dedication to a healthier lifestyle has not only changed her physically but also instilled a sense of discipline and confidence in her. The once reluctant gym-goer now embraces her workouts with enthusiasm, and her diet, filled with nutritious foods, has become a part of her daily routine.
Rachel had undergone an even more drastic transformation. In the six months since the bet had begun, Rachel's life had taken a turn that no one, least of all Rachel herself, could have predicted. The transformation she underwent was as dramatic as it was unexpected. Once the very embodiment of fitness and discipline, Rachel now found herself in uncharted waters, navigating a lifestyle completely different from the one she had known.
Rachel's wardrobe had undergone a transformation of its own. The athletic gear that was once her daily uniform had been replaced by clothes that prioritized comfort over form. Leggings that stretched forgivingly, oversized shirts that draped comfortably over her new curves, and cozy tunics had become her new favorites. They were a far cry from the form-fitting workout clothes of her past but brought her a different kind of joy - the joy of comfort.
The shift in Rachel's lifestyle extended beyond her wardrobe. Her once regimented eating habits had relaxed, giving way to a more indulgent approach to food. Meals were no longer meticulously planned but overindulgent, unimpeded by health concerns. Rich, flavorful dishes and sweet treats became regulars on her menu, enjoyed without the shadow of calorie counts or macronutrient balances.
Perhaps the most noticeable change was in her fitness regimen. The gym, which had once been her sanctuary, now saw her less and less. In place of weightlifting and cardio sessions were leisurely walks, occasional bike rides, or simply hours spent with a good book in hand. This new routine was less about maintaining an athletic physique and more about enjoying life's simple pleasures.
Because of this, Rachel now officially weighed in at a hefty 230 pounds, a great deal more than even Amy had weighed before their bet. Her physique, once sculpted and defined by rigorous workouts and strict diets, had softened considerably. Her belly, arms, and legs, previously toned and lean, now carried a fuller, more relaxed appearance. Her face, too, mirrored this transformation, the once sharp angles now replaced by softer curves.
The morning sun painted a soft glow across the room as Rachel reluctantly stirred from her slumber. The weight of her new figure made the simple act of sitting up a challenge. Her limbs felt heavier, her body unfamiliar, and the once effortless task now required a conscious effort.
With a deep breath, Rachel managed to prop herself up. As if in protest, her stomach responded with a loud roar. She couldn't ignore the call of food any longer.
Pushing herself out of bed took more effort than before. Her thighs, now fuller and softer, resisted the movement. As she stood, she felt the pull of gravity on her expanded form, the added weight a constant reminder of the changes that had occurred over the past months.
Heading towards the bathroom, Rachel couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her topless reflection in the mirror. Her belly, once taut and flat, now exhibited a prominent roundness, jiggling with every step. Her breasts, larger and fuller, drooped down, pulled by their own weight. And her thighs, no longer as toned, carried a plushness, jiggling with each step.
Nonchalantly, Rachel reached down, her hands gently squeezing and playing with the softness of her belly, tracing the new curves of her breasts, and feeling the fullness of her thighs. Even now it didn’t seem like her body.
She grabbed a t-shirt, the fabric barely enough to cover her expanded gut. The t-shirt, once loose and comfortable, now clung to her in ways she wasn't used to. Even the slightest movement would cause the material to ride up, exposing a sliver of her soft midsection.
Rachel stepped into the living room, her presence met by Amy, who was dressed in her usual form fitting workout gear, prepared for her morning run. Amy's eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she greeted Rachel.
"Ordering twice from DoorDash, huh?" Amy quirked an eyebrow, a knowing grin on her face. Rachel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't hide the truth. Amy had succumbed to the allure of her cravings, initiating the evening with a generous order of large nachos. Yet, even after indulging in the decadent nachos, a lingering sense of appetite gnawed at her. It was then that she found herself reaching for her phone once more, this time ordering from a local pizzeria, in order to satisfy the lingering desires that the nachos alone couldn't appease.
"Alright, guilty as charged," she confessed, a sheepish grin on her face. “It was just one of those nights, you know?"
Amy, in her usual teasing manner, gave Rachel's belly a firm squeeze, a gesture that had become a playful routine between them.
“Looks like you’ve been having a lot of those nights lately” Amy teased.
Yet, as Amy's hand lingered, there was a shift in the air, a familiar spark in her eyes. Before Rachel could decipher the unspoken message, Amy closed the gap between them, leaning in for a tender kiss. Rachel reciprocated, a silent understanding passing between them.
As their lips parted, Amy, wearing a cheeky grin that played at the corners of her mouth, playfully gestured towards a meticulously arranged tray of freshly baked cookies resting on the kitchen counter. "Breakfast is served," she announced with a hint of mischief, her cheeks tinged with a subtle blush.
Rachel, with a twinkle in her eye and a penchant for playful banter, shot back with a teasing remark, "Are you trying to fatten me up, Amy?" She chuckled.
Amy, giving Rachel a playful wink, explained, "I've got to hit the pavement for my run, but here's the deal. That tray of cookies needs to pull a vanishing act before I'm back." She grinned mischievously, a glint of challenge in her eyes.
"That can be arranged." Rachel replied. Yet, beneath the banter, she couldn't ignore the genuine challenge Amy had thrown her way. Amy's recent running prowess had been nothing short of impressive, and Rachel couldn't shake the feeling that finishing the tray in time might prove trickier than she was willing to let on.
As Amy headed out, leaving the aroma of warm cookies in her wake, Rachel settled on the couch with the tray in hand. The cookies, still radiating heat, offered a comforting presence. In that moment, surrounded by the sweet scent of baked goods, Rachel felt a profound sense of contentment and love.
2023-12-11 14:21:26 +0000 UTC View Post
The Bet Part 2 (WG Story)
"147."
A wave of accomplishment washes over Amy. She's down an impressive 41 pounds since the bet began two months ago.
Turning to the mirror, Amy takes a moment to truly see herself. The reflection staring back at her is familiar yet transformed. Her belly, once a prominent feature, has shrunk considerably. The curves of her body have redefined themselves, revealing a slimmer, more toned figure. Her arms, which once soft and flabby, now display a leaner look. There's a hint of muscle definition beginning to show, a result of her dedicated workouts.
Amy's clothes fit differently now; dresses drape more elegantly, and shirts that used to be tight around certain areas now offer a comfortable, flattering fit.
As Amy steps out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, she's greeted by a sight that has become increasingly common over the past two months. Rachel, who used to embody the very essence of fitness and athleticism, is now sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV. The scene is a stark contrast to the disciplined lifestyle Rachel once adhered to.
In her hand, Rachel lazily holds a half-empty bag of chips, idly munching on them as she watches the morning shows. The crunch of the chips punctuates the air, a rhythmic sound that accompanies the low hum of the television. Amy's eyes are drawn to an empty chip bag crumpled on the coffee table, likely the remnants of a first round, and now Rachel is well into her second.
The couch has become Rachel's new favorite spot. It’s adorned with a few extra pillows for comfort, evidencing its frequent use. The light from the TV screen casts a flickering glow on Rachel's more relaxed figure, highlighting the change in her lifestyle. Her workout gear, which used to be a permanent fixture on her body, has been replaced by comfortable loungewear, perfect for her laid-back mornings.
As Rachel reclines on the couch, her softer belly is casually on display, a testament to her more indulgent lifestyle. Her shirt, once loose-fitting, now rides up slightly due to her fuller midsection, allowing her soft belly to peek out from beneath the hem. The fabric stretches a bit over the curve of her stomach, highlighting its roundness.
Just below, the waistband of her sweatpants hugs her hips, and her belly gently spills over the top. This visible change in her physique, especially around her midsection, is a clear departure from the athletic, toned figure she maintained before.
"Morning, fatass," Amy greets her roommate with a teasing tone.
Rachel looks over, rolling her eyes, and responds with a defiant burp—a gesture that speaks volumes about her current state of carefree indulgence. To Amy's surprise, Rachel has embraced her end of the bet with unexpected enthusiasm. She seems to be enjoying the excuse to let go a bit. Her appetite has grown, and she's indulging in all sorts of treats she previously would have avoided.
In the kitchen, Amy busies herself preparing a healthy breakfast. The aroma of fresh avocado and wholegrain bread fills the air, a stark contrast to the sugary scent of cookies that still lingers. As she spreads the avocado onto the toasted bread, savoring the smell of her wholesome meal, Rachel's voice drifts from the living room.
"Hey, are there any cookies left?" Rachel calls out, her tone hopeful.
Amy, slightly taken aback by Rachel's continued appetite, chuckles as she replies, "You're still hungry?"
Rachel retorts playfully, patting her belly, "Hey, it’s your fault I’m eating like this, you can at least let me enjoy it."
Amy grabs a plate and carefully arranges a few leftover cookies on it. She walks over to the living room and sits down next to Rachel on the couch, presenting her with the plate. Rachel wastes no time in starting to devour the cookies, clearly enjoying every bite.
Meanwhile, Amy turns her attention to her own meal, nibbling on the healthy breakfast she's prepared. The avocado is creamy and rich, perfectly complementing the nutty flavor of the wholegrain bread. As she eats, she can't help but glance at the cookies Rachel is enjoying. They do look tempting, but Amy reminds herself of her commitment to her diet and the progress she's made.
Amy watches with a mix of amusement and awe as Rachel makes quick work of the plate of cookies. Each one disappears in just a few bites, effortlessly consumed by Rachel's newfound appetite.
Finishing her indulgent snack, Rachel leans back on the couch with a satisfied sigh and lets out a large burp, a contented smile on her face. She pats her belly, which is now bloated and round after her morning feast. "You know, I've been really enjoying this," she begins, her voice carrying a note of genuine pleasure. "Indulging in all these delicious, fattening foods has been amazing.You sure you don’t want any cookies?", Rachel says, trying to tempt her friend.
Amy smiles, but shakes her head as she takes another bite of her nutritious avocado on toast. "Tempting, but I'm pretty happy with my avocado here.," she replies, reinforcing her commitment to her diet.
Rachel shrugs, a playful glint in her eyes. "Suit yourself. Just means more delicious treats for me," she responds, reaching for another cookie.
"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it because I've just lost another 15 pounds this month," she announces with a blend of pride and mischievousness.
Rachel's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly recovers, her smile returning. "Wow, that's impressive. But no worries," she says, her tone light and teasing. "Looks like I'll be getting pizza for lunch then." she adds, giving her belly a gentle rub.
2023-12-07 14:31:26 +0000 UTC View PostThe Bet Part 1 (WG Story)
In the dimly lit ambiance of their cozy kitchen, Amy finds solace in a familiar comfort – a large tub of chocolate ice cream. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, but the allure of a sweet treat proves too tempting to resist. She's nestled against the kitchen counter, the soft glow from the overhead light casting a warm hue over the room. Dressed in a loose-fitting crop top pajama shirt, Amy is the picture of comfort and ease. The shirt, riding up just enough, reveals her full, chubby belly, a gentle reminder of her sweet tooth indulgences.
Rachel, Amy's roommate and the epitome of fitness and athleticism, makes her entrance. Rachel's gym-honed physique is evident even in the casual attire she's wearing – a testament to her disciplined lifestyle.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Rachel spots Amy indulging in her late-night craving. Seizing the opportunity for a playful tease, she tiptoes quietly behind her unsuspecting roommate. In a swift but subtle motion, she reaches out and gives Amy's love handles a hearty squeeze.
"Enjoying your midnight snack, huh?" Rachel teases, her tone light but pointed.
Startled, Amy whirls around, almost dropping her spoon loaded with a generous scoop of chocolate ice cream.
“Maybe I am, what of it?” Amy retorts, caught off guard and a little embarrassed.
“Looks like someone’s been enjoying their midnight snacks a little too often is all…” Rachel teases, poking her friends belly again, her finger sinking into her soft midsection.
"Pfft, It's not that bad. It’s just a little winter weight" Amy replies through a mouthful of ice cream, her voice tinged with a mix of defensiveness and confidence, her face turning bright red.
Rachel raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Just a little?”, she challenges, grabbing on to Amy’s love handles once again, this time giving her potbelly a firm jiggle, “this looks like at least 40 pounds of blubber to me”.
Amy squirmed her way free of her roommate's grip.
“I could lose this weight whenever I want," she asserts, standing a bit straighter, as if to emphasize her point, her voice a blend of defensiveness and bravado.
"How about we make a bet?" she proposes, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Amy's curiosity is piqued. She leans against the kitchen counter, spoon still in hand, and raises an eyebrow. "I'm listening," she replies, intrigued by Rachel's sudden shift in tone.
With a confident air, Rachel begins outlining the terms. "How about… for every pound you gain from now on, you owe me twenty dollars," she states, her tone playfully serious.
Amy pauses, her spoon hovering in the air. She mulls over Rachel's proposition, the wheels in her mind turning. A second later, an impish grin spreads across her face, a sign she's concocted a counter-proposal. "Okay," she starts, her grin growing wider. "But for every pound I lose, you have to gain the same amount."
Rachel, caught off guard by this twist, bursts into laughter.
“Fine, you're on. Hope you’ve got enough saved up to pay me."
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that.” Amy replies, lifting another spoonful of ice cream to her mouth, to Rachel’s disbelief.
“Are you like, trying to lose this bet intentionally, or?...”, Rachel asks, genuinely bewildered that Amy is still eating the calorie rich dessert.
"I'll start my diet tomorrow," she says nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed by the bet they've just made.
Rachel laughs, a sound of disbelief and amusement mingling together. "Yeah, right, this is going to be the easiest money I’ve ever made," she says, shaking her head as she exits the kitchen.
As Rachel disappears, Amy sits there, a thoughtful look replacing her earlier grin. The game is on, and despite her casual demeanor, a spark of determination ignites within her.
Two weeks later.
Two weeks into their bet, the aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the kitchen. Over the last couple weeks, Rachel had been busy baking all sorts of sweet treats. Ostensibly, she claims it's to hone her baking skills, but her real motive is far more strategic – to tempt Amy into breaking her diet.
However, so far, her efforts seem to be in vain. Rachel can't help but feel both surprised and impressed by Amy's dedication. Against all odds, Amy has been hitting the gym almost every day, sticking religiously to her diet, and steadfastly avoiding the sweet temptations Rachel has been leaving around the house. By all metrics, Rachel should be worried, however, deep down, she knows it's only a matter of time before Amy cracks.
As she takes the golden-brown cookies out of the oven, placing them on the counter to cool, the front door opens. Amy arrives home, fresh from the gym. Rachel can't help but notice Amy's energetic stride and the faint sheen of post-workout sweat on her brow.
"Hey, I made some cookies," Rachel calls out, making sure Amy catches the irresistible smell of the freshly baked treats.
But what catches Rachel's eye next leaves her momentarily speechless. Amy is carrying a large, decadently frosted chocolate cake. Rachel's heart leaps with a mix of triumph and glee, thinking her friend has finally succumbed to her sweet tooth. She can barely contain her smirk as Amy enters the kitchen.
"Looks like you've already got a treat of your own," Rachel comments, her voice dripping with victorious glee.
Amy sets the cake down on the table, right next to the tray of cookies. "Oh, this? It's not for me," she says nonchalantly, her tone casual but with an undercurrent of something more.
Rachel's smile falters, replaced by a look of confusion and a twinge of disappointment. "Then who's it for?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.
Amy's grin widens, a spark of triumph in her eyes. "It's for you," she announces, her voice laced with satisfaction.
"For me? What's the occasion?" Rachel's surprise is evident, her earlier confidence waning slightly.
Amy's grin becomes even larger, if possible. "Well, I've officially lost eight pounds," she declares, her voice brimming with pride.
Rachel is taken aback, her shock mingling with a growing sense of worry. The reality of the bet they made is suddenly very tangible.
Amy places the cake ceremoniously on the table, right alongside Rachel's cookies. Her grin doesn't falter as she looks Rachel straight in the eyes. "Time for you to eat up," she says, her tone playful yet laced with a challenge.
2023-12-07 14:29:45 +0000 UTC View Post
Zero-Two WG Story - Part 4
Zero Two and Ichigo began the climb up the seemingly endless flight of stairs leading to one of the Plantation 19 observation decks. It had been over 6 months since Ichigo had put her devious plan into motion, and the effects of her plan were hard to miss.
Zero Two's once-slender figure had undergone a drastic transformation, with her body now carrying an additional weight of over 100 pounds. She had gone from a slim and petite girl to a morbidly obese hog with no self control. Her most noticeable feature was her round, protruding gut, which jutted out prominently from her midsection. The soft expanse of her belly had become a focal point of her figure, the skin stretched over the extra weight, creating a noticeable bulge that strained against her clothes. The once-flat plane of her stomach was now a gently sloping curve, emphasizing the extent of her weight gain.
Her thighs, once defined and lean, had thickened considerably. The weight gain had caused them to rub together when she walked, the friction a constant reminder of her expanded size. Her once-tight leggings now clung tightly to her voluptuous thighs, the fabric stretching to accommodate the added mass. The transformation of her legs from slender to thick was impossible to miss, a testament to her significant weight gain.
Zero Two's hips had widened substantially, giving her figure a more curvaceous and voluptuous silhouette. The once-narrow gap between her thighs had disappeared, replaced by the soft expanse of her expanding hips. The width of her hips accentuated her newfound curves, adding to the overall roundness of her frame.
Her face, too, had undergone significant changes. The emergence of a double chin, which appeared more like a triple chin from certain angles, highlighted her facial transformation. Her jawline, once sharp and defined, was now obscured by the layers of soft flesh that had accumulated beneath her chin. The fullness in her cheeks and the softness around her jaw added to the overall roundness of her face, erasing the sharp edges that had once defined her features.
In addition to these prominent changes, her arms had become noticeably fuller, losing their previous tone and becoming soft and plump. The excess weight had also affected her breasts, causing them to swell considerably, their fullness straining against her clothes. The once-delicate hands and fingers were now more substantial, bearing the signs of her significant weight gain.
As they ascended, the stairs seemed to stretch on and on, and Zero Two's breathing grew heavy and labored. She complained between breaths, "Ichigo, are these stairs ever going to end? I feel like I'm climbing a mountain. And I'm so hungry right now, it's ridiculous!"
It was evident that the physical effort was taking a toll on Zero Two. With each heavy step, her breath grew heavier, and the climb began to challenge her endurance. As she struggled upward, her thighs, carrying the weight of her figure, rubbed together, adding to the physical exertion. The sweat on her forehead glistened, and her rosy cheeks were flushed with effort.
Ichigo, keeping a steady pace, offered a reassuring smile. "We're almost there, Zero Two. Just a little more, and we'll reach the top. The view is worth it, I promise."
Zero Two grumbled but continued to follow Ichigo's lead. Her complaints about the height and her hunger were frequent, but she pressed on. Finally, they arrived at the observation deck, and the breathtaking view of the controlled, orderly world inside Plantation 19 unfolded before them.
Ichigo looked in awe at the view, while Zero Two struggled to catch her breath. The vast expanse of the Plantation interior, the orderly streets, and the harmonious existence of the residents all contrasted sharply with the chaotic, dangerous world outside. The observation deck was a place where they could enjoy a moment of serenity, and as they took in the view together, Ichigo couldn't help but appreciate the unique bond they had formed, despite the complicated circumstances.
At the top of the observation deck, Zero Two and Ichigo settled down, looking out over the cityscape. The calm, controlled world of Plantation 19 stretched out before them, a stark contrast to the chaotic outside. Ichigo reached into her bag and pulled out a large box of cookies, handing it over to Zero Two.
Zero Two's eyes lit up with delight as she eagerly accepted the box of cookies. Without hesitation, she opened it and began munching on a cookie.
Ichigo smiled but then took a deep breath, her expression becoming more serious. "I didn't just bring you up here for the view," she began. "I wanted to talk to you about something important."
As Ichigo was about to broach the sensitive subject, Zero Two surprised her by speaking first. "You wanted to talk about how you've been trying to make me gain weight on purpose, didn't you?" Zero Two said, her eyes locking onto Ichigo's, taking another bite of her cookie.
Ichigo was taken aback, her surprise evident on her face. "You... you already knew?"
Zero Two nodded, her expression calm. "It wasn't hard to figure out, Ichigo. I've seen your efforts, the extra treats, the larger portions. I'm not oblivious to the changes in my body."
Ichigo, still taken aback by Zero Two's revelation, asked with a mixture of surprise and confusion, "If you knew, why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you confront me about it?"
Zero Two chuckled softly, her eyes filled with a playful glint. "Ichigo, obviously, I wouldn't say anything. I mean, who doesn't like free sweet treats?" she teased, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "And besides, I kind of enjoyed our little snacking sessions. If gaining a bit of weight for some delicious cookies and your company is the deal, then count me in."
Ichigo, genuinely apologetic, said, "Zero Two, I'm sorry for trying to manipulate things. I should have been more upfront with you."
Zero Two waved her hand dismissively, a mischievous glint in her eye. "No hard feelings, Ichigo," she said with a playful wink. "As long as I get another batch of these delicious cookies, we're good."
2023-11-15 12:47:41 +0000 UTC View PostZero-Two WG Story - Part 3
Three months had passed since Ichigo began her relentless campaign to sabotage Zero Two's figure. The changes in Zero Two's body had become undeniably apparent, impossible for anyone to overlook. Her weight gain was now a matter of concern and conversation among the squad members, but it was Ichigo who took perverse satisfaction in the visible consequences of her plan.
Her once-svelte belly had borne the brunt of the gain, swelling into a globular ball of soft fat. It was impossible to conceal, as it strained the fabric of her pilot's uniform to its limits. Her once-taut midsection now formed a constant, round bulge, riding up and peeking out of her uniform, especially after she indulged in her favorite, calorie-rich meals. Her uniform no longer fit her as it once had, and the undeniable protrusion of her belly was a testament to her significant weight gain.
Zero Two's thighs had thickened considerably, now rubbing together when she walked, and the tight leggings she once wore now strained against the expanding curves of her legs. Every step she took was accompanied by the faint sound of fabric friction, a constant reminder of her growing body. Her face had taken on a noticeable softness, and the emergence of a double chin was impossible to overlook. Her once-lean and sharp facial features had given way to a more rounded, endearing countenance, a stark contrast to the aloof, enigmatic girl she once appeared to be.
In addition to the changes in her body, Zero Two's assets had also seen significant growth, their fullness pushing the boundaries of her uniform. Her bust had swelled, and her once-modest chest had become increasingly generous, making her silhouette more curvaceous than ever before. The visual evidence of her transformation was undeniable, a testament to Ichigo's relentless efforts to manipulate her figure. Yet, despite the undeniable physical changes, the disruption of Zero Two and Hiro's relationship remained a distant dream, as their bond continued to grow stronger with each passing day.
Zero Two's appetite had always been considerable, but it had reached astounding proportions. She now consumed enough to satiate four hungry full-grown men. Her voracious hunger was a constant source of amazement to the squad members, who watched in disbelief as she devoured meal after meal with an insatiable desire for food. Ichigo's devious plan had not only impacted Zero Two's figure but had transformed her eating habits into a display of unbridled indulgence.
Despite her once-impressive physical capabilities, Zero Two's fitness levels had suffered. Her innate strength and agility had kept her fairly fit, but the added weight had made her noticeably more sluggish than she once was. The extra pounds seemed to weigh her down, and her once-fluid movements had become slower and labored. What was once effortless had become a struggle, causing frustration and a noticeable decline in her combat performance.
The stark contrast between her impressive appetite and diminishing physical prowess was impossible to ignore. It was as if her body had become a battleground between her insatiable desire for food and her struggle to maintain her once-flawless agility.
In the midst of her elaborate plan to sabotage Zero Two's figure, something unexpected had happened to Ichigo. As she spent more time with Zero Two, sharing meals, and enjoying moments of camaraderie, she had grown quite fond of the enigmatic Oni girl. Their interactions had revealed a different side of Zero Two, a vulnerable and endearing personality that Ichigo couldn't help but admire. The two had formed an unexpected friendship that transcended their initial rivalry, and Ichigo's heart had grown unexpectedly attached to her, even though her true affections still lay with Hiro.
However, Ichigo's dedication to Hiro and her conviction to disrupt the connection between Zero Two and him remained steadfast. Her plan had shown no signs of working, and Zero Two and Hiro were as close as ever. The pain of seeing them together had only intensified her determination to find a way to win Hiro's heart.
In the quiet moments between missions and training sessions, the team members of Plantation 13 couldn't help but discuss the undeniable changes in Zero Two's appearance. They did so in hushed tones, mindful of the sensitivity of the topic, yet the topic of conversation was impossible to avoid.
One day, during a meal, Goro and Zorome exchanged whispers as they observed Zero Two's prodigious appetite. "Have you seen Zero Two eat lately?" Goro asked, his voice filled with concern. "It's like she's trying to out-eat everyone at the table."
Zorome nodded, his eyes wide. "Yeah, it's crazy. She used to be all about finesse and precision, and now she's just shoveling it in. What's up with her?"
Futoshi, who had struggled with his own weight issues, chimed in. "It's not healthy, guys. I mean, she's really put on a lot of weight in just a few months. We should say something."
Ichigo overheard their conversation and added her thoughts, though she was careful to not reveal her true motivations.
"Guys, I appreciate your concern, but let's not bring this up with Zero Two just yet. I'll talk to her myself. She's been through a lot, and we need to be considerate of her feelings."
Goro, Zorome, and Futoshi exchanged reluctant glances, but they trusted Ichigo's judgement. "Alright, Ichigo," Goro said, "But make sure you talk to her soon. We don't want to see her suffer any more than she already has."
Ichigo knew she had come this far, and the stakes were too high to turn back now. She realized that if she wanted to have any chance of changing the dynamics between Hiro and Zero Two, she would have to continue to manipulate her new friend. Ichigo was willing to go to great lengths to achieve her desires, even if it meant risking the newfound bond she had developed with Zero Two.
2023-11-15 12:46:52 +0000 UTC View PostZero-Two WG Story - Part 2
A month had passed since Ichigo's devious plan had been set into motion, and the effects were beginning to reveal themselves. Zero Two's once svelte figure had subtly changed, much to Ichigo's satisfaction. The constant indulgence in calorie-rich snacks and extra portions at meals was starting to take its toll.
In the first month of her cunning plan, Ichigo had subtly but effectively set her scheme into motion. Ichigo had employed subtle psychological tactics to convince Zero Two to consume larger portions during meals. During their meals together, she would often order extra dishes, far more than they could reasonably finish. She'd then playfully suggest that Zero Two help her finish the excess food, making it seem like a fun challenge between friends.
Additionally, Ichigo took to baking treats specifically for Zero Two, knowing about her love for sweets. She would offer Zero Two an entire tray of cookies, cakes, or pastries, while subtly implying that they weren't up to her own high standards. "These didn't turn out as good as I hoped," she'd say with a playful smile, "But I'm sure you can make them disappear." Zero Two, who couldn't resist a culinary challenge, would oblige, unwittingly contributing to her gradual weight gain.
Ichigo's manipulative tactics had successfully created an environment where Zero Two felt compelled to consume larger portions of food, all the while believing that it was simply a testament to their growing friendship.As a result, Zero Two had gained a noticeable amount of weight.
Her once-flat stomach had grown round and soft, a stark contrast to its former tautness. This newfound fullness strained her pilot's uniform, making it increasingly apparent that her belly was protruding out, especially after indulging in a large meal. It was a sight that Ichigo couldn't help but notice, a subtle visual sign that her plan was taking effect.
Zero Two's thighs, once the epitome of strength and grace, had now softened and grown curvier. They began to stretch out her once snug leggings, causing them to cling tightly to her newly plump thighs. The leggings that once accentuated her lithe legs were now a constant reminder of her changing figure.
Perhaps the most striking change, to Ichigo's dismay, was in Zero Two's assets. Her modest bust had filled out, becoming noticeably more generous. Although this alteration did not align with Ichigo's intentions, it was an undeniable consequence of her plan. Overall, Zero Two looked noticeably plumper to Ichigo's hyper-focused eye, but the changes were not yet drastic enough to achieve the effect she had desired.
While Ichigo was glad to see her plan taking effect on Zero Two's physique, she couldn't ignore the frustrating reality that Zero Two and Hiro's relationship seemed not only unscathed but flourishing. If anything, they had become even closer, their bond strengthened by the challenges they faced together. Ichigo's jealousy only intensified as she witnessed their growing intimacy, fueling her determination to disrupt their connection.
Ichigo knew that she had to escalate her efforts if she wanted to achieve her desired outcome. Her mind buzzed with new schemes and tactics, each more calculated than the last. She became even more relentless, strategizing every move meticulously, searching for any opportunity to create discord between Zero Two and Hiro.
2023-11-15 12:45:58 +0000 UTC View PostZero-Two WG Sequence - Part 1
When Ichigo and Hiro first started working together as partners, there was an undeniable connection between them. They were a well-synchronized team, and they had shared dreams and aspirations for a future beyond the constant battles against the Klaxosaurs. It was during these times that Ichigo had allowed herself to hope for something more than just a partnership with Hiro.
However, everything changed with the arrival of Zero Two. Her entrance into their lives had been as dramatic as her crimson hair. Her mysterious aura and undeniable beauty immediately drew Hiro's attention, and he became her partner. As the two of them grew closer, Ichigo couldn't help but feel left out and replaced.
The more Hiro spent time with Zero Two, the more Ichigo's jealousy grew. It was the little things that fueled her envy, like the way Hiro would smile when talking to Zero Two or how they shared secrets and intimate moments. Each interaction between Hiro and Zero Two felt like a dagger to Ichigo's heart.
As time passed, Ichigo's feelings for Hiro deepened into something more than just friendship. She was in love with him, and she couldn't bear to see him with Zero Two. The jealousy, once a small ember, had turned into a raging fire that consumed her thoughts day and night.
Eventually, Ichigo's jealousy grew into an all-consuming force that clouded her judgment and led her down a path of obsession.
One evening, as Ichigo watched Hiro and Zero Two training together, an insidious idea crept into her mind. She knew she had to do something to disrupt their connection, to sabotage the moments they spent alone together. And what better way to do that than by attacking Zero Two's figure, her most treasured asset? Ichigo was willing to go to great lengths to restore her position as Hiro's closest confidante, even if it meant resorting to underhanded methods.
With a sly smile, Ichigo hatched a plan to secretly ruin Zero Two's figure. It was a devious and selfish scheme that would set in motion a chain of events that would change the dynamics of their relationship forever. But little did Ichigo know that her actions would have far-reaching consequences and bring her face to face with her own demons.
In the days that followed, Ichigo's mind was consumed by her devious plot to undermine Zero Two's figure and weaken her bond with Hiro. She was determined to take action, but she knew she had to be careful and discreet to avoid suspicion. Ichigo spent her nights scheming, her days leading the squad and concealing her true intentions.
Her first step was to research various methods for weight gain and dietary habits. She discreetly borrowed books from the squad's library about nutrition and weight management. She also began monitoring Zero Two's eating habits, noting what she liked and disliked.
Ichigo devised a way to introduce unhealthy foods into Zero Two's diet without raising any alarm. She would start with occasionally baking sweets for the entire squad, making sure to offer Zero Two extra portions, knowing her sweet tooth was a weakness.From there, she would begin offering Zero Two calorie-rich snacks and suggesting they share meals together. All the while, she kept her real intentions well-hidden behind a façade of friendship. It was a delicate balancing act, and Ichigo was determined to keep her true motives concealed.
As Ichigo meticulously put her plan into motion, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she was diving deeper into a moral abyss. Her preparations were nearing completion, and she was ready to make her move.
2023-11-15 12:44:57 +0000 UTC View Post
Golden Darkness (To Love Ru)
Golden Darkness/Yami from To Love Ru
2023-11-01 14:23:23 +0000 UTC View Post
Frankie WG Sequence
Frankie Foster from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
2023-11-01 14:13:31 +0000 UTC View PostHilda (Fire Emblem) WG Sequence
Hilda Valentine Goneril from Fire Emblem
Been a busy month, expect a content dump with all the Patreon posts near the end of the month :)
2023-10-23 06:57:13 +0000 UTC View PostTifa Lockheart WG Sequence
Tifa Lockheart from the Final Fantasy series
2023-10-12 14:02:23 +0000 UTC View PostEmily's Mukbang Channel - Part 3
It had been a few months since Grace last heard from Emily. She was not worried about their friendship however, and simply assumed her friend was too busy with growing her YouTube channel. Curious about Emily's progress, she decided to check on her channel. As she pulled it up, she was utterly shocked by what she saw. Emily had been uploading videos almost every second day, and her popularity had skyrocketed. The channel had amassed over 750,000 subscribers, a staggering number that Grace could hardly believe.
As she scrolled through the videos, the thumbnails caught her attention. They had become more sensational, showing mountains of food piled high in front of a girl who was almost unrecognizable. Emily's cheeks had fattened, and she had developed a prominent double chin.
Intrigued and concerned, Grace hesitated for a moment before clicking on Emily's latest video, titled "15,000 CALORIE SPICY BURGER BOX CHALLENGE." As the video started, she was met with a sight that left her speechless and deeply worried. Emily had undergone a significant transformation, looking about 80 pounds heavier than her original frame.
The changes were evident from the very first frame. Emily's once slim belly had rounded out into a sizeable gut that jiggled with every move she made. It was clear that her love for indulgent feasts had left a mark on her figure. Her thighs were fuller and now pressed against each other as she sat, showcasing the weight gain she had experienced over time. Even her arms, which were once slender, now wobbled with every gesture, hinting at the softness that had taken over her upper body.
As Emily leaned forward to take a bite of the massive burger in front of her, her once modest breasts now spilled over the edges of her top. The changes in her figure extended to her face as well, adorned with plump cheeks and a noticeable double chin. Her jawline, which was once sharp, was now softened by the weight she had gained. There was no denying that Emily had wholeheartedly embraced her mukbang persona.
"Hey there, foodies! Today's challenge is a beast, but I'm ready to conquer it!" Emily exclaimed with a wide grin. "Let's dig in!" she added, before taking an enormous bite of the spicy burger. As she chewed, she paused to interact with her viewers. "Guys, this is seriously amazing! The spice is on point!" she managed to say between mouthfuls.
In the video, Emily devoured the enormous meal in front of her with reckless abandon. She shoveled food into her mouth without a second thought, eating like a slob as she indulged herself on camera. Despite the enormous amount of food before her, she seemed unfazed, burping and making comments to her viewers about how delicious and satisfying the meal was.
As the video progressed, Emily's demeanor changed drastically from her previous videos. She seemed to take a certain pleasure in indulging herself on camera, basking in the joy of food without reservation. With each bite, her belly expanded even more, and she looked out of breath but determined to finish the challenge.
After finally polishing off the last bite of the 15,000-calorie meal, Emily took a moment to catch her breath, patting her belly with contentment. "Wow, that was intense! But so worth it," she said with a satisfied smile. "I guess I'll have to find something even more challenging next time!" she added playfully before ending the video.
As Grace watched Emily's latest video, her reaction was one of shock and disbelief. The sight of her friend, now enormously fatter than just a few months ago, was almost unbelievable
Grace reluctantly clicked on more of her friends' recent videos, each one showing Emily consuming massive amounts of food. In the video titled "FIVE 2000 CALORIE FOOT-LONG MEATBALL SUBS," Emily wasseated at the table, a towering stack of foot-long meatball subs before her. Her clothes, once fitted comfortably, were now visibly straining to contain her growing figure.
With her usual excitement she started, "Hey, everyone! Today's challenge is going to be epic! Five massive meatball subs, each packed with flavor. Let's do this!"
As she devoured the first sub, Grace could see her friend's determination, but also the undeniable struggle as her stuffed belly expanded with each mouthful. "Oh my goodness, these are incredible!" Emily exclaimed, her voice slightly muffled by a mouthful of food. "But I might have underestimated the size of these subs!"
As Emily took her first bite of the first foot-long meatball sub, she savored the explosion of flavors and couldn't resist sharing her excitement with her viewers. "Mmm, you guys, this is heaven! The meatballs are so juicy, and the sauce is perfection!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with delight.
As the challenge continued, Emily's interactions with her audience were lively and engaging. She playfully patted her bulging belly, and with each subsequent sub, her shirt clung tighter to her expanding frame. Grace couldn't help but worry about her friend's health as she watched the feast unfold.
The pace of the mukbang began to take a toll on Emily, her once eager bites now more deliberate and careful. Her stuffed belly began to push against her jeans, and she let out an amused huff, "I might have underestimated how filling these subs would be!" Her fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans as she managed to unbutton them, granting her belly the extra room it needed to accommodate the massive amount of food.
Undeterred, Emily continued her mission to finish all five subs. With each one, her breathing became more labored, and she let out an occasional burp, seemingly a side effect of her enthusiastic eating. But she soldiered on, her determination evident despite the physical challenge.
As she took her final bite of the last meatball sub, Emily's face flushed, and she looked slightly out of breath, but triumphant. "Whew, that was quite a journey, but we did it, foodies!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement and exhaustion. "Don't forget to like and -UUURP-...”
Just as she was about to conclude her outro, a loud and unexpected burp escaped her lips, interrupting her final words. Emily's face flushed with embarrassment, and she covered her mouth, giggling sheepishly. "Oops, sorry about that!" she chuckled. "Guess that's what happens when you eat like a champion! - As I was saying, subscribe if you enjoyed this video, and let me know what other challenges you'd like to see me take on next!"
Grace couldn't help but chuckle along with Emily, appreciating her friend's sense of humor even in the midst of the immense food challenge. However, beneath the lightheartedness, Grace also sensed her concern growing. She clicked another video, this one titled "HOW MANY CHICAGO DOGS CAN I FINISH (10,000+ CALORIES)" This time, the spread included a mountain of Chicago dogs, each laden with toppings and flavor.
As Emily took her first bite, she couldn't contain her excitement. "These hot dogs are sooo good! The perfect blend of flavors!" she exclaimed between mouthfuls, her once slim fingers now plump as they held the food. Her clothes, once loose and carefree, now strained to accommodate her changing body.
As the challenge progressed, Emily's demeanor shifted. The sheer amount of food before her seemed to take a toll, and she slowed down, her stuffed belly pressing against the confines of her outfit. She glanced at the camera with a mix of determination and exhaustion, "Wow, these Chicago dogs are amazing, but I think I might have met my match!"
Throughout the video, Grace watched with a growing sense of concern. She knew her friend was passionate about her mukbang channel, but the impact on her body was becoming more evident. The weight gain was substantial, and it was clear that Emily's health might be at risk.
She sat at the table, her once lively and energetic demeanor now giving way to a sense of heaviness. Her belly, distended from the copious amount of food she had consumed, seemed to anchor her to the chair.
With a deep breath, Emily attempted to get up, but her body protested against the sudden movement. As she pushed herself up from the chair, her movements were slow and deliberate. She placed one hand on the table for support and used the other to help her rise. The strain of the challenge was evident in her face, and she let out a soft groan as she finally managed to stand upright.
Grace, who had been watching the video with a mix of admiration and concern, couldn't help but feel worried as she saw her friend's struggle. It was clear that the enormity of the meal had taken a toll on Emily's body. She wondered if her friend was feeling any discomfort beyond what was visible in the video.
As Emily turned toward the camera to give her outro, she took a moment to catch her breath, her breathing still slightly labored. Her once vibrant and playful demeanor was subdued, but she managed to muster a smile. "Thank you all for joining me in this crazy challenge," she said, her voice tinged with a touch of weariness, her face red from exertion. "Remember to like, subscribe, and hit that notification bell!"
The shock and concern grew within Grace as she watched her friend's drastic transformation. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing, and her heart ached for the girl she once knew. Determined to discuss her worries with Emily, Grace decided to pay her a visit.
Grace's heart sank as she scrolled down the comments section of Emily's latest video. Many viewers had noticed the significant changes in Emily's appearance, and their observations were reflected in the comments.
"Emily's eating herself into oblivion. I guess she's given up on any hope of being attractive."
"Honestly, it's hard to watch Emily's videos now. All I see is an overweight mess."
"Emily must be on a mission to eat herself out of existence. So sad."
"I used to be a fan, but now I'm just embarrassed for Emily. She needs to get her act together."
"Emily, honey, you really need to look in the mirror. It's like you've stopped caring about yourself."
"She used to be so pretty, but now she's just ballooning up."
"She claims to be a mukbang youtuber, but all I see is a glutton in denial."
"Watching Emily stuff her face is like watching a trainwreck. I can't look away, but I also can't believe what I'm seeing."
"Let's be real, Emily's mukbang channel is just a cover-up for her lack of self-discipline."
"Emily's channel has turned into a fucking freak show. It's like she's trying to see how much she can eat before she explodes."
"Emily's mukbangs used to be enjoyable, but now it's just watching her eat herself to obesity."
As she continued to watch, Grace couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility to help her friend. She knew she needed to find the right time and approach to talk to Emily, to express her concerns and let her know that she was there for her before her friend ate herself into the grave.
Determined to address her concerns for her friend, Grace mustered the courage to visit Emily at her home. She knocked on the door, her heart racing with anticipation. After a brief moment, the door slowly swung open, and there stood Emily, looking slightly flushed. Grace wondered if the sweat on her forehead was just from coming down the stairs.
"Emily, it's great to see you too!" Grace replied with a warm smile, reciprocating the hug. As she embraced her friend, she couldn't ignore the changes in Emily's physique. Her once slender frame now felt significantly softer, and Emily's body seemed to envelop Grace as they held each other.
As they pulled apart, Grace took a step back, trying not to be obvious in her observation. Emily's face was glowing with excitement, but it was hard to ignore the plumpness of her cheeks and the subtle double chin that seemed more pronounced in person than on camera. She was wearing a pair of tight jean shorts and a tight black top, both of which were clearly a few sizes too small.
"Yeah, it's been too long," Grace said, her eyes flickering down to Emily's midsection. She couldn't help but notice how her friend's belly protruded, even under the loose-fitting shirt she was wearing. It was evident that Emily had put on a significant amount of weight, her once flat stomach now rounded and prominent.
Emily gestured for Grace to take a seat on the couch, and as she did, she heard a noticeable creak from the furniture.
"So, how have you been?" Emily asked, her eyes lighting up with genuine interest.
Grace hesitated for a moment, deciding how to broach the subject delicately. "I've been good," she replied, trying to find the right words. "But I've also been worried about you, Emily."
Emily's smile faltered slightly, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Worried about me? Why?" she asked, trying to hide her own apprehension.
Grace took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "It's just... I've been watching your videos, and I can't help but notice the changes in your body. You look bigger, even more so in person than on camera." She paused, gauging Emily's reaction. "And I can't ignore the comments and your… struggles… in your videos. I just... I care about you, and I want you to be healthy and happy."
Emily's face tightened, a mixture of emotions passing over her features. "I appreciate your concern, Grace, but this is what I love doing. My channel has been growing, and I've never been happier," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness.
"I know you love it," Grace replied gently, "but I can't help but worry about the toll it might be taking on your body and your health. You're my best friend, and I just want what's best for you."
Emily's gaze fell to her lap, and she seemed to be lost in thought. "I am happy, Grace," she said finally, her voice softening. "This is my passion, and I feel alive when I'm doing it. It's given me a sense of purpose."
Grace nodded, understanding her friend's perspective, but she couldn't ignore her concern. "I get that, Emily, but please, just take a moment to look at yourself. Your health is essential, and I don't want to see you hurt yourself in the long run."
Emily's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I never thought you'd judge me, Grace. I thought you'd support me no matter what," she said, her voice trembling.
Grace reached out to hold Emily's hand, trying to convey her love and support. "I do support you, Emily. I just don't want you to lose sight of your well-being in pursuit of your passion."
Emily pulled her hand away gently, wiping away a tear. "Look, I need to get ready to record a mukbang in an hour," she said, her voice slightly strained. "Maybe we can talk about this later."
Feeling defeated, Grace nodded, her heart heavy with concern. "Okay, I'll be here if you need to talk," she said softly, standing up to leave.
As she headed towards the door, she heard Emily's heavy breathing and struggle as she climbed the stairs, worrying her even more. But she didn’t know what to do, without hurting her friend.
2023-10-07 08:39:17 +0000 UTC View PostEmily's Mukbang Channel - Part 2
Four months had passed since Emily had started her Youtube channel, and while her channel had experienced significant growth, so had her waistline. Her channel had grown more popular with each video, having just recently reached 100,000 subscribers. Viewers seemed to enjoy her bubbly personality and pretty face. However, the constant gorging to appease her viewers had taken a significant toll on Emily’s figure. Unbeknownst to her, she had put on almost 25 pounds, her weight now reaching 148 pounds. The effects were evident throughout her physique. Her once slender face now showcased a subtle double chin, a telltale sign of the extra pounds she had gained.
In her videos, as she moved her arms to interact with her audience, a gentle jiggle became apparent, highlighting the softness that now graced her upper body. Her previously toned arms had taken on a more voluptuous form, a result of her indulgent culinary adventures.Her thickened thighs now rubbed together as she walked, indicating the expansion they had undergone. However, the most significant gain could be seen in her midsection.
Her once trim waistline had thickened considerably, and her stomach now protruded with a noticeable roundness. The belly became the most apparent and largest gain, a visual representation of the delightful feasts she had shared with her audience. What was once a relatively flat stomach had transformed into a more rounded and protruding abdomen.
During her mukbang videos, her belly could be seen protruding over her waistband, especially as she sat down to enjoy her meals. The roundness was noticeable even through her clothes, which now hugged her midsection more snugly than before.
To celebrate the channel reaching 100,000 subscribers, Emily and Grace had decided to get lunch together at a local burger joint. However, Emily struggled to find an outfit to wear for the celebration. Tops were too tight around her bust, skirts struggled to zip up over her thicker waist, and jeans clung to her fuller thighs. Feeling exasperated, she tossed discarded clothes onto her bed, searching for something that could accommodate her new shape.
Finally, she spotted a tight white skirt she had bought months ago but never wore. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed into it, feeling the snug fabric stretch around her widened hips and thighs. She paired it with a red top that emphasized her fuller breasts, and despite the clothes being a bit too snug, Emily decided it would have to do for her special day.
At the restaurant, Grace was waiting for Emily in a cozy booth. As Emily arrived, Grace beamed, congratulating her friend on her impressive achievement.
"Thank you, Grace! I'm so happy we get to celebrate this together," Emily said with a smile.
Grace couldn't help but notice how tight Emily's clothes looked on her, but she didn't want to ruin the special day by mentioning it. Instead, she focused on the positive and kept the conversation light as they chatted about Emily's YouTube journey and her plans for future videos.
The waiter came by to take their orders, and Emily confidently ordered two bacon double cheeseburgers, a large fries, and a vanilla shake. Grace was certainly surprised at the size of her order, but didn’t want to be rude, so decided not to bring it up directly. Grace settled on the classic cheeseburger for herself.
"Wow, Em, you must be really hungry today!" Grace teased lightly about her friend's order.
Emily laughed, "I am! But I can't eat too much; I have to film a video this afternoon."
“That is ‘not eating too much’ for her?” Grace thought to herself, “And did she say she’s going to eat more after this?!”.
As their food arrived, Emily's wasted no time, digging in with an unrestrained gusto. She picked up the first bacon double cheeseburger, its juicy patties stacked high, and took a massive bite, the corners of her mouth smudged with cheese and sauce. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she savored the explosion of flavors, and she couldn't help but emit small sounds of pleasure between each mouthful.
Grace, her friend and dining companion, watched in a mix of amazement and concern. Emily's voracious appetite was a sight to behold, and she couldn't fathom how her petite friend managed to devour the burgers with such speed and enthusiasm. Grace took a more measured approach to her own meal, nibbling slowly on her burger while occasionally glancing over at Emily in disbelief.
Before Grace could even finish half of her burger, Emily had already polished off both of her bacon double cheeseburgers. It seemed as though the food vanished before her eyes.
Emily moved on to her large fries, showing no signs of slowing down. She dug into the mound of crispy goodness with gusto, occasionally dunking a fry into her vanilla shake. Grace, meanwhile, continued to pace herself, unable to keep up with Emily's seemingly insatiable appetite.
Despite her concern, Grace couldn't help but admire Emily's ability to relish each bite with genuine delight. The piggish demeanor that Emily exhibited wasn't one of gluttony but rather a genuine love for the culinary experience. She understood that her friend's passion for food was an integral part of her identity and an expression of her enjoyment of life's simple pleasures.
As they finally wrapped up their meal, Emily unbuttoned her skirt, leaning back and patting her belly with contentment. "That was amazing!" she exclaimed with a blissful smile. Grace couldn't help but smile back, appreciating the joy that her friend found in something as simple as sharing a delicious meal.
Grace couldn't help but question her, "Are you really going to film a mukbang after eating all that food?"
Emily shrugged, "I have to stay consistent with my uploads to keep my channel growing. It's part of the job."
Grace's concern was evident in her expression, but she tried to keep it gentle. "I just worry about the toll all that food might be taking on your body. It can't be good for you."
Emily brushed off the concern, "Don't worry, Grace. It hasn’t affected me until now, and if I start to notice anything I’ll just work out more."
Grace couldn't help but glance at her friend's exposed belly peeking through the unbuttoned and unzipped skirt, but she didn't want to hurt Emily's feelings.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right” she reluctantly agreed, not wanting to upset her friend on what was meant to be a celebration.
When the bill came, Emily insisted on paying, surprising Grace. Grace offered to split the bill, but Emily hinted at her YouTube earnings being quite generous, and Grace eventually agreed, letting Emily pay for the celebratory lunch.
As they said their goodbyes and headed home, Grace couldn't shake the feeling of concern for Emily. She knew that being a mukbang YouTuber was Emily's passion, but she hoped her friend wouldn't lose sight of her health in the process.
Emily's Mukbang Channel - Part 1
Emily and Grace are a pair of childhood best friends, and college freshmen. The girls are inseparable, doing almost everything together, but had recently found it more difficult to find time to catch up, as they attended different colleges.
Emily is a bright and bubbly girl with a striking 5'8" figure with long, midnight-black hair that tumbled gracefully down her back, her bangs framing her enchanting brown eyes. Grace, standing at a delicate 5'6", had a radiant presence with her long, sun-kissed blonde hair that seemed to capture the essence of the sun's warmth, her captivating blue eyes glistening with curiosity.
Both Emily and Grace had immaculately thin figures, despite their voracious appetite for lunch dates and fast-food adventures and lack of excercise, they remained effortlessly slender, never needing to endure the torment of diets or grueling workouts.
It was her infallible metabolism and perfect figure that gave Emily the idea she was sharing with Grave today.
"You can't be serious," exclaimed Grace, her eyes widening in surprise as she sat across from her best friend Emily at the local café.
Emily grinned, excitement shining in her eyes. "I am! I've decided to become a mukbang YouTuber."
"But Emily," Grace said with concern, "eating all that food can't be healthy. You've never gained weight before, but this could be different."
Emily shrugged off Grace's worry. "I've always been a big eater, and I've envied how much money mukbang YouTubers make. It's a dream job for me! Besides, I can handle it. I'll just work off any extra calories with some exercise."
Grace was still hesitant, but she decided to support her friend's dreams. "Okay, if you're sure about this, then I'll be here for you every step of the way."
That night, Emily dove headfirst into her new venture. She set up her YouTube channel, designed her logo, and arranged the filming equipment in her cozy apartment. Excitement bubbled within her as she laid out an impressive array of food on the table—fried chicken, pizzas, burgers, ramen, and an assortment of delectable desserts.
"Hey, guys, it's Emily!" she greeted the camera with a big smile, hitting the record button to start her first mukbang video. "I'm so excited to share this journey with you all. Today, I've got an epic feast in front of me, and I can't wait to dig in!"
In her nervous excitement, Emily sat in front of the camera, ready to embark on her very first YouTube adventure. A colorful array of crispy chicken and cheesy pizza spread out before her, making her stomach rumble with anticipation. With a deep breath, she hit the record button.
"I am so thrilled to be here with you today on my very first YouTube video!" She exclaimed, her voice quivering with a mix of enthusiasm and nerves. "I've been a foodie all my life, and I've finally mustered the courage to share my love for food with all of you!"
She reached for a crispy chicken drumstick, taking a small bite, and her face lit up with delight. "Mmm, oh my goodness! This chicken is incredible! The perfect combination of crispy and juicy." She glanced at the camera, as if to assure herself that she was doing okay.
"I've been dreaming of creating this channel for ages, where we can all connect over our shared love for delicious food," Emily continued, a genuine smile forming on her face. "Let's make this a foodie community, where we exchange recipes, restaurant recommendations, and most importantly, cherish the joy of eating together!"
Throughout the video, she stumbled over her words occasionally, but her friendly and charismatic personality still shone through.
Midway through the video, Emily's enthusiasm remained unwavering, but her eyes widened as she realized the sheer amount of food before her. "Wow, guys, this is a lot more than I anticipated!" she chuckled nervously, trying to keep her composure. She took another bite of the crispy chicken, but it was evident that she was beginning to struggle to finish it all.
"Okay, I might have overestimated my appetite a little," she admitted with a sheepish grin. "But hey, that's what happens when you're super excited and hungry, right?" Emily laughed, trying to make light of the situation.
As the video progressed, she took smaller bites and occasionally paused to drink some water. "I promise, I'm not giving up on this deliciousness," she assured her audience. "But man, this pizza is so cheesy, and the chicken is so flavorful... I might have met my match!" She giggled, trying to maintain her friendly and approachable demeanor despite her fullness.
By the time she reached the end of the video, it was clear that Emily was completely stuffed. She patted her taut stomach with a satisfied smile, but also a hint of regret. "I think I might have bitten off more than I could chew – literally!" she joked, though it was clear that she genuinely felt bad about not finishing all the food.
As the video came to a close, Emily looked into the camera, her heart overflowing with gratitude. "Thank you all for joining me on this food journey. Your support means everything to me, and I can't wait to create more amazing content for all of you!" She blew a kiss to the camera, bidding her viewers farewell.
As the camera stopped recording, Emily let out a sigh of relief, rubbing her belly. "That was a lot of food," she muttered to herself. "Maybe I went a bit overboard for my first video."
Later that night, after uploading the video to her channel, Emily lay in bed, her stomach still feeling uncomfortably full. But even with the discomfort, she couldn't help but dream of the fame and success that might await her as a mukbang YouTuber. The anticipation of what the future held made her heart race with excitement.
As the days turned into weeks, Emily eagerly checked her YouTube channel, hoping for a surge in views. However, her first video had only garnered a few hundred views, and even after a week, it sat disappointingly at 1.3k views. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of discouragement, but she was not dissuaded. Emily believed that if she stayed consistent and kept uploading, her viewership would grow eventually.
Undeterred, she recorded her second mukbang video, this time featuring a tantalizing seafood boil with crab legs, shrimp, and all the fixings. Her third video showcased a mouthwatering barbecue bonanza with various smoked meats and grilled vegetables. For her fourth video, she ventured into the world of sweet treats, indulging in a dessert-themed mukbang, with an assortment of cakes, cookies, and ice cream.
As Emily continued to upload consistently, she found her hard work began to pay off. Slowly but steadily, her views increased, and after a month of consistent uploading, she had surpassed 50k views in total. Positive comments flooded her videos, with viewers expressing their enjoyment of her bubbly personality and her love for food.
However, Emily was so focused on her growing channel that she failed to notice the subtle changes happening to her body. The frequent indulgence in the copious amounts of food she consumed during her mukbangs had taken a toll on her physique. Though still barely noticeable, her once flat stomach had begun to develop a small pooch, and her thighs had taken on a slightly thicker appearance. Her modest assets had also shown signs of growth.
The changes were not drastic, but they were there. Emily had noticed her clothes feeling a bit tighter, but she attributed it to bloating from the mukbangs and dismissed any concerns.
With the encouragement of her growing viewership, Emily became more determined than ever to expand her channel further. She decided to increase her upload frequency to twice a week, thinking it would attract even more viewers and accelerate her path to YouTube stardom.
She brainstormed new and exciting mukbang themes, planning to explore different cuisines and challenge her eating skills. From spicy noodle challenges to trying out exotic dishes from around the world, Emily was fully committed to providing engaging and entertaining content to her growing audience.
As Emily enthusiastically filmed and shared her love for food with her viewers, the slight changes in her body continued to go unnoticed. The mukbangs had become an integral part of her life, and she was reveling in her newfound passion and growing success on YouTube.
Little did Emily know that her journey into the world of mukbang would have far-reaching consequences, not only in terms of her internet fame but also in her physical appearance and overall well-being. The path she had chosen was filled with both opportunities and challenges, and as her popularity soared, she would soon come to realize that her love for food came with a price she hadn't fully anticipated.
2023-10-07 07:36:39 +0000 UTC View PostKerry's Bakery Part 3
Over a year had passed since Melody's first day at Kerry's Bakery, and the changes in her life were undeniable. As she attempted to rise from her bed one morning, a challenging feat due to her expanded weight, it was clear that her journey had taken her to unexpected places.
Melody now tipped the scales at a staggering 233 pounds, over double her starting weight of 103 pounds. Her body had undergone a dramatic transformation. What was once a lean, trim athletic figure had grown into something entirely different. Melody’s gain was obvious for all to see,, with her gut standing as a round, globular testament to her indulgence. Her once-athletic gait had evolved into a slow, deliberate waddle. Her thighs, now plump and perpetually pressed together, engaged in a continuous dance of friction that created a gentle symphony of soft rustling with every step. The jiggling of her impressive ass added a rhythmic sway to her movements, drawing both attention and admiration.
Melody's double chin had become a prominent feature, no longer hidden beneath a slender jawline. It was a visible testament to her ongoing transformation, a soft fold of flesh that was a constant reminder of her expanding figure. Even her arms, once lean and toned, had been transformed by her burgeoning softness. They had fattened and taken on a newfound jiggle, betraying her with each rapid movement. These physical changes, while undeniable, were now an inseparable part of her life, a tangible representation of the journey she had embarked upon.
Melody's morning routine had evolved significantly since her days of playing soccer and effortlessly sliding into slim-fit jeans. Now, she stood in front of her closet, a pair of jeans clutched in her hands. The denim material, once accommodating, now felt daunting, and she knew it would be a struggle.
She slowly shimmied the jeans up, the fabric stubbornly resisting as it encountered her fattened thighs and plump backside. The effort required to wrangle the denim over her curvier frame was evident, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
Once she managed to pull them up, she attempted multiple times to fasten the button, her sausage fingers struggling to meet the buttonhole. Her round, globular belly resisted these efforts, creating a stubborn barrier between the two halves of her jeans. After several minutes of exertion, her face flushed with determination, she finally conceded defeat.With a sigh, she reached for a hair tie on her dresser, using it to fasten the stubborn jeans, a technique she had been employing all too often as of late.
She paired the tight jeans with a tight white t-shirt. It barely covered her belly, leaving a distinct section of her midsection exposed. However, she wasn't too concerned; she knew her work apron would conceal this minor detail.
Sitting down on her bed to put on her shoes, a worrisome loud creak resonated through the room as her body settled on the mattress. Bending forward to tie her shoes proved challenging with her rounded gut in the way. After a few strained attempts, she finally managed to complete the task with a sigh of relief.
With a heave, she pushed herself up from the bed, her struggle evident. The challenges of being overweight had become a daily reality. Simple tasks like tying her shoelaces or bending over to pick up dropped items were now arduous endeavors. Climbing stairs left her breathless, and she often avoided them whenever possible. Her once-beloved soccer sessions had become a distant memory, as her reduced fitness levels made even the lightest of physical activity a daunting prospect.
Not unlike her weight, Melody's role and responsibilities at the bakery had grown over time. Kerry had stepped back from her daily bakery duties, and Melody had taken on the lead baker role. Her passion for pastries, honed by her experience working alongside Kerry, had transformed her into a baking virtuoso. Her skills surpassed even Kerry's, and under her guidance, the bakery had seen an influx of customers eager to savor her delectable creations.
Melody couldn't help but pause before the mirror, her eyes fixating on her round, globular belly. It protruded prominently, jiggling with each step. Her reflection stared back at her, the t-shirt barely covering the expanse of softness. It was a moment of contemplation that she often found herself in, a mix of reluctance and curiosity about her evolving figure. However, as she checked the time, panic washed over her. She was running late. Her struggle with her outfit had taken longer than expected, and she had no time for breakfast. Her stomach let out a deep growl, as if it was aware of her plans to skip breakfast.. With a hurried waddle, she rushed out of the door, and jumped in her car.
Arriving at the bakery, she struggled to get out of the car, her expanded frame struggling to fit through the door.. She waddles around to the back of the bakery as fast as her plump legs could carry her, her breaths coming in short, labored bursts. It was clear that her reduced fitness levels were making even this short trek quite the endeavor.
Sophie was already waiting out back, playing on her phone to pass the time. Sophie herself had undergone quite the transformation since her early days at the bakery, gaining about 40 pounds during her time there. The majority of this newfound weight had generously settled into her once-slender thighs and plump backside, rendering her lower half noticeably curvier. Every step she took seemed to accentuate her thickened thighs and her voluptuous rear, now a testament to the irresistible pastries that filled the bakery's shelves.
However, a considerable amount of that weight had also found its way to her midsection, resulting in a plump, soft gut that subtly protruded beneath the snug fabric of her t-shirt. Her clothes seemed more tailored to flaunt her thickened figure, which she appeared mostly unaware of or indifferent to. Sophie’s skirt clung tightly to her thickened thighs, threatening to ride up and expose her sizeable behind, and her belt looked strained as it struggled to contain her expanded midsection. Her small double chin and plump cheeks added an endearing dimension to her smile, giving her a charming and wholesome appearance that captivated those around her.
Breathing heavily, Melody apologized to Sophie for being late, citing a minor wardrobe malfunction as her excuse. Sophie responded with a playful grin, "Well, I'll forgive you this time, Mel, but only if you promise to whip up another batch of those pineapple fritters today." They both chuckled as they headed inside to start their day.
The morning rush at Kerry's Bakery was in full swing, with a steady stream of customers eager to enjoy Melody's infamous treats. The display cases were brimming with pastries, and Sophie adeptly balanced her time between serving customers and assisting Melody in the bustling kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, Melody was flat out creating treats for her growing legion of loyal patrons. She rushed around the kitchen working with the efficiency and speed of a much slimmer woman, stopping only to test the treats and ensure they were up to her high standards. It was her unwavering policy that no batch left the bakery without her personal seal of approval, which inevitably involved a meticulous taste-testing process, no doubt in part to blame for her significant weight gain.
After the morning rush subsided, things slowed down a bit at the bakery, and Sophie decided it was time for her break. As she prepared to head off, Melody, with a mischievous glint in her eye, presented her with a box packed to the brim with freshly baked pineapple fritters.
Sophie's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but tease Melody, "You know, you can be late as often as you want if you keep bribing me with these!"
Melody chuckled, appreciating the light-hearted camaraderie. She watched as Sophie disappeared into the break area with her prized box of fritters.
Around 30 minutes later, Sophie emerged from the back, her stomach visibly distended, and her plump cheeks coated with telltale crumbs. She stifled a contented burp, patting her expanded stomach affectionately. With a grin, she turned to Melody and said, "You know, Mel, that was your best batch yet." She tossed the now-empty box into the trash with a satisfied sigh.
Melody couldn't help but be a little surprised. The box had contained a whole baker's dozen of the calorie-rich fritters, and Sophie had polished off every single one. Nevertheless, she wasn't in any position to judge the young and much slimmer girl, her own indulgence getting the best of her on many such occasions.
As the afternoon continued, Melody and Sophie worked together to serve customers at their quaint little bakery. The familiar routine had them moving a bit slower today, with Melody's expanded frame making it challenging to navigate the narrow counter area, and Sophie feeling a bit sluggish after her hearty lunch.
Despite their somewhat reduced agility, they both had a warm smile for each customer, many of whom had become regulars over time. These loyal patrons often came in for Melody's delectable sugary treats, which had become a local favorite.
The regulars were easy to spot among the crowd. They had a certain plumpness about them, undoubtedly the result of their frequent indulgence in Melody's irresistible baked goods. Melody and Sophie took pride in knowing many of their customers by name and creating a welcoming atmosphere in their bakery, where everyone felt like family.
As the day came to a close, Melody and Sophie began the process of closing up their bakery. The popularity of their treats meant that there were fewer pastries left over these days, but there were still plenty for the girls to take home and enjoy.
Sophie was the first to select her treats, filling a bag with an abundance of pastries that could easily feed a slimmer person for a week. Melody couldn't help but smile, knowing that Sophie's appetite would likely lead to all of them being devoured by the end of the night. She also noticed that Sophie had removed her belt at some point during their shift, allowing her round belly to hang over her tight waistband. As she moved around the bakery, her thighs noticeably rubbed together, causing a slight jiggle.
After Sophie had made her selections, Melody gathered the remaining pastries, still a sizeable portion, and prepared to head home. She was eager to indulge herself once again and looked forward to doing it all over again tomorrow, serving up their delicious treats to their loyal customers. Melody loved her job, and the joy it brought to her and others was evident in every delicious bite.
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