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Widowmaker NSFW

WIdowmaker from Overwatch

Nami's Beer Gut

Nami from One Piece

Albedo (Overlord)

OC "Ruby" WG Sequence

Lucy Heartfilia WG Sequence

Lucy Heartfilia from Fairy Tale

Kerry's Bakery Part 2

Over the course of almost six months working at Kerry's Bakery, Melody's role had expanded from customer service to encompass baking aswell. Kerry had recognized Melody's talent and passion for baking, taking her under her wing as an apprentice baker. As Melody immersed herself in the world of baking, her knowledge and skills grew, as did her waistline.

Constantly trying new recipes and surrounded by an abundance of leftover baked goods, Melody found it challenging to resist indulging in the temptations that surrounded her. The combination of her expanding baking expertise and her weakening willpower had taken a toll on her figure. On top of this, she had also been forced to leave her soccer team due to time constraints, as the demands of her new job got in the way of her rigorous training schedule. The result was a significant weight gain of 52 pounds, transforming her from a once-lean 103 pounds to a voluptuous 155 pounds.

Her once-toned muscles softened, giving way to the emergence of a layer of thick chub that adorned her figure. The most noticeable transformation was her belly. What was once a flat and firm midsection now boasted a significant roundness, representing the culmination of her delectable culinary endeavors. It protruded out over her waistband, filled out her shirts and formed into two thick rolls when she sat.

Melody's once-slender waist had surrendered its trim and defined form, embracing a rounder shape that accentuated her fuller hips and plump thighs. As she walked, her thickened thighs gently rubbed against each other, the friction serving as a constant testament to her overindulgence.

Her hips, now more pronounced and curvaceous, swayed with each step, drawing the attention and admiration of onlookers. Her ass had taken on a newfound bounce, contributing to the captivating allure that accompanied her every stride. The delicate jiggle of her posterior as she walked added a touch of sensuality to her movements. Even her once modest breasts had gained a fuller and more rounded appearance, going from a B cup to a D.

There was no denying it - Melody was officially fat. Her overindulgent lifestyle working at Kerry's bakery had inflated her once athletic figure beyond recognition. Despite this, Melody remained largely oblivious to just how much she had let herself go. Her bathroom scale had gone untouched since starting her new role. She knew she had gained some weight; there was no doubting that. She had anticipated that having to quit the soccer team and taste-testing so many treats would have some impact on her figure. However, she remained unaware of just how big she had gotten, attributing the changes in her life to other causes. When her work pants wouldn't button anymore, it was the dryer that had shrunk them. As far as Melody was concerned, the changes in her figure were minor, and she could lose the extra pounds whenever she liked, an unwavering conviction that kept her from fully recognizing the extent of her transformation.

Melody's day at the bakery began with the sweet scent of freshly baked goods filling the air as she stepped into the bustling kitchen. Alongside Kerry, they don their aprons and embark on a baking adventure. They measure, mix, and knead dough with skillful hands, engaging in lively conversation as they bring their creations to life.

Kerry, too, had experienced some weight gain from the constant recipe tasting. However, due to her already voluptuous figure, the changes were far less noticeable. The additional pounds she had acquired blended seamlessly into her existing curves, adding a touch of softness to her already ample frame.

"Kerry, I've been thinking about trying a new recipe today," Melody suggests, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Kerry looks up from the dough she's kneading, a smile forming on her plump lips. "Oh, I love your enthusiasm, Melody! What's the recipe you have in mind?"

"It's a twist on our cinnamon rolls. I thought we could incorporate some chopped pecans and a drizzle of caramel sauce on top," Melody explains, her voice brimming with anticipation.

Kerry's eyes light up with delight. "That sounds absolutely divine! Let's give it a go."

As the tantalizing aroma of the baking cinnamon rolls fills the air, Melody and Kerry eagerly observe their creations through the oven window. The dough rises, turning a beautiful golden-brown hue. The kitchen is alive with excitement as they anticipate the delightful flavors that await them.

Once the rolls are ready, they carefully transfer them onto a cooling rack. Melody's mouth waters as she takes in the sight of the sticky caramel sauce cascading down the sides, the pecans adding a delightful crunch.

Kerry breaks off a piece of a warm cinnamon roll, savoring the aroma before taking a bite. "Mmm, the flavors are incredible! The caramel sauce adds a whole new dimension. What do you think, Melody?"

As she examines the pastries, a slight frown forms on Melody's face. "Something feels off, Kerry. They're good, but they're missing that wow factor."

Kerry nods in agreement, her brows furrowing. "You're right, Melody. They need a little something extra to make them truly exceptional."

They both take another bite, the flavors unfolding on their tongues. Melody ponders for a moment before a mischievous smile spreads across her face. "What if we added a hint of almond extract to the filling?"

Kerry's eyes light up with excitement. "That's a brilliant idea, Melody! The almond extract will provide a delightful twist."

"Well," Kerry says, her lips curling into a sly smile, "we shouldn't let these go to waste." She licks her lips enticingly, eyes fixed on the remaining pastries.

Melody chuckles, her own mouth watering at the sight. "You're absolutely right, Kerry. Let's indulge a bit more."

The two women exchange knowing glances before diving into the tray of pastries. Before long, the tray is empty.

"These may not be perfect yet, but they're still incredibly satisfying," Melody remarks, patting her stomach, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Kerry nods in agreement, stifling a burp. "Exactly. It's all part of the creative process my darling"

They wipe away the traces of crumbs and return to their baking duties.

As the morning progresses, Melody transitions into her customer service role.

During her lunch break, Melody sits down to enjoy her meal, a combination of her packed lunch and generous slice of their red velvet cake. The flavors dance on her palate, the chocolatey cake bringing immense satisfaction with every bite.

In the afternoon, Sophie arrives at the bakery, ready to lend a hand. She had joined the team just a week ago, brought on board to help manage the increasing demand during busy hours. As she walks through the door, the atmosphere becomes infused with a renewed energy.

Melody finds herself working side by side with Sophie, their tasks overlapping and intertwining. The counter, though bustling, becomes a stage for their seamless coordination. They exchange knowing glances and playful banter, gracefully maneuvering around each other as they serve customers and fulfill their cravings.

As the afternoon progresses, Melody can't help but notice the contrast between her own fuller figure and Sophie's slender frame. Sophie’s figure is not unfamiliar to Melodies when she had first started. She is thin and athletic. Occasionally, their paths accidentally collide, the counter seemingly shrinking to accommodate Melody's expanded presence.

As the day drew to a close, Melody bid farewell to Kerry and Sophia, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. She gathered a selection of leftover treats, filling a bag that she intended to enjoy at home. With a newfound confidence and a heart full of passion, she stepped out into the world, ready to embrace her role as a baker and savor the sweet rewards it offered, both in taste and in the joy she brought to others.

Melody arrives home, her body tired from a long day at the bakery. As she sinks onto her bed, the mattress emits a noticeable creak under her weight, a stark reminder of her expanded figure. Exhausted but eager to indulge, she reaches for the bag of treats she brought home. The first pastry she selects is a decadent cream-filled éclair, its delicate choux pastry enticing her taste buds. She takes a bite, savoring the creamy filling that oozes out, the flavors melding together in a delightful explosion of sweetness.

With each successive pastry, Melody's indulgence deepens. She relishes the flaky layers of a buttery croissant, the rich chocolate ganache of a chocolate mousse cake, and the gooey caramel center of a sticky toffee pudding. The tastes and textures dance on her tongue, eliciting moans of satisfaction.

Halfway through her indulgent feast, Melody notices her work pants digging uncomfortably into her stomach. Realizing her growing belly needs more room to breathe, she unbuttons them, allowing her soft, plump gut to flow freely into her lap, resting comfortably on her fattened thighs. She continues devouring the treats, feeling an overwhelming sense of liberation as she gives in to her desires.

As she finishes the last bite, a contented burp escapes her lips. Melody's senses are heightened, and she takes a moment to fully immerse herself in the aftermath of her indulgence. She finds herself in awe of her expanded figure, her eyes fixated on the plump, bloated belly that now protrudes prominently from her once-toned abdomen. Curiosity overcomes her, and she reaches down, her fingertips sinking into the softness that now envelops her midsection. The sensation of her own flesh beneath her touch both surprises and entices her, fueling a newfound fascination with her changing body.

Feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Melody rises from the bed and moves towards the mirror. The expanded reflection staring back at her is a stark reminder of the effects of her indulgence. Her unbuttoned pants serve as a tangible testament to her increasing size. She attempts to fasten the stubborn button, but it resists her efforts, refusing to secure itself around her expanding waistline. Frustrated, yet aware of the futility, she takes a deep breath. She squeezes the pants off her plump thighs, granting her body the freedom it craves.

As Melody stands before the mirror, her work shirt is the next to be shed, revealing her bra-clad breasts. She takes a moment to admire their increased size, fondling and jiggling them with a mixture of amusement and amazement. The weight and fullness of her breasts, once modest, now serve as a tangible symbol of her physical transformation. Each bounce and sway reinforces the reality of her expanding figure, and a wave of pleasure washes over her as she revels in her newfound curves. It's a moment of self-discovery and self-appreciation, as she embraces the changes that have taken place within her, marveling at the sensual power her body now possesses.

Melody's attention shifts to her face. She leans closer to the mirror, her fingers gently tracing the rounded contours of her double chin. She experiments with different angles, observing how the extra weight has subtly altered her facial features, adding a touch of maturity and allure.

Turning her focus downwards, Melody's gaze drifts towards her thighs, which have become more ample and curvaceous. She gives them a gentle jiggle, reveling in the newfound softness and the way they quiver under her touch. It's a testament to the transformation her body has undergone, a transformation that intrigues her. The sensation of her flesh yielding to her movements is a tangible reminder of the changes taking place within her.

Embracing the sense of curiosity, Melody decides to test her flexibility. With her belly now prominently protruding, she bends forward, attempting to reach her toes. During her days on the soccer team, this task was a standard warmup. Now however, she is met with resistance as her expanded midsection hinders her progress. She chuckles softly, realizing that her once effortless flexibility is now challenged by her voluptuous form. As she watches her expanded self struggle in the mirror, she feels a familiar tingle downstairs.

“Do I… like this?” she wonders to herself.

Still in her underwear, she makes her way to the bathroom, and pulls out her scale.. Standing before the mirror, she takes a deep breath and steps on the long-neglected bathroom scale.

The scale's needle keeps rising, well beyond what she had ever anticipated or imagined before stopping and hovering over a figure she had not expected.

156 pounds.

“That can’t be right” she thinks to herself, stepping off the scale and back on.

But the scale hovers over the same number.

It's a weight she had never imagined she would reach - a number significantly higher than she had ever been before. A bewildered look crosses her face as the reality of her transformation begins to sink in. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, leaving her momentarily stunned. Some quick math tells her all she needs to know.

53 pounds.

She had gained 53 pounds.

Melody returned to her room, feeling the weight of the day's revelations and self-reflection. As she lay down on her bed, she couldn't help but notice a subtle creak emanating from beneath her. It was a sound she had never noticed before, but now it seemed more pronounced. She reaches down, one hand into her underwear, and one hand gripping her soft belly, and starts rubbing....

Kerry's Bakery Part 1

It was a warm summer day, and Melody, a young woman full of ambition and a deep love for pastries, found herself standing outside Kerry's Bakery. and the irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, drawing her in. Melody was a tiny thing, standing only 5 foot 3 inches tool and weighing a measly 103 pounds. Her brown hair was tied up in its usual ponytail and her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. Cooking had been her passion since childhood, and the thought of working in a bakery, surrounded by the delicious treats that brought happiness to people's lives, had always been a dream close to her heart.

Melody had excelled in school, consistently achieving excellent grades and demonstrating a sharp intellect. However, despite her success in her studies, she had no intention of being shipped away to some college to study quantum physics. Instead, fueled by an unwavering passion for baking that had blossomed over the years, she made the bold decision to bypass college and embark on an adventure into the world of pastry and confections, determined to turn her beloved hobby into a fulfilling career.

Despite her deep appreciation for pastries, Melody possessed a surprising level of fitness owed to her commitment to playing soccer. Once a week, she would eagerly don her soccer gear, engaging in intense matches that pushed her physical boundaries. Additionally, she dedicated herself to two training sessions each week, honing her skills and maintaining her stamina. The combination of her love for cooking and her active lifestyle had resulted in a harmonious balance between her indulgent cravings and her dedication to staying fit.

As Melody stood there, the warm sun kissing her cheeks, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The very air seemed to whisper promises of delectable creations waiting to be discovered within Kerry's Bakery. It was a place where her culinary dreams could come true, and she longed to be a part of it.

Melody, a young and ambitious girl with a love for pastries, found herself standing in front of Kerry's Bakery. It was a warm summer day, and the inviting aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, drawing her closer. She had always dreamt of working in a bakery, surrounded by the tantalizing delights that brought joy to people's lives.

Taking a deep breath, Melody pushed open the door and entered the cozy establishment. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes widened in astonishment. The display cases were filled with an abundance of mouthwatering treats, ranging from flaky croissants to decadent chocolate cakes. Melody couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.

As she approached the counter, a friendly, plump woman with a warm smile greeted her. It was Kerry, the bakery owner. Kerry was a sweet and quite heavy middle-aged lady with an infectious warmth that radiated from her. Her round face carried a perpetual smile, and her twinkling eyes mirrored her love for pastries and the joy they brought to people's lives. Despite her fuller figure, Kerry exuded confidence and contentment, embracing her own curves with pride.

Her ample frame was a testament to her deep appreciation for the baked goods she lovingly created. With rosy cheeks and a welcoming demeanor, Kerry embodied the very essence of a baker - someone who delighted in crafting delicious treats and sharing them with others. Her experience in the bakery industry shone through in her expertise and attention to detail, allowing her to create mouthwatering pastries that garnered loyal customers and rave reviews. She noticed the resume in Melodies hands, and a smile lit up her face.

"Welcome to Kerry's Bakery, dear," Kerry said warmly. "Are you here for the job opening?"

During her job interview, Melody sat nervously in front of Kerry, who peered at her resume with a kind smile.

"Why do you want to work here in my bakery?" Kerry asked, genuinely interested in Melody's response.

Melody's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Baking has always been a passion of mine. I love the artistry and the joy it brings to people's lives. Being able to work in a bakery like yours, surrounded by delicious treats, would be a dream come true."

Kerry nodded, clearly impressed by Melody's genuine passion. "Have you had any previous work experience?"

Melody's smile faltered slightly. "No, this would be my first job. But I am a fast learner, and I promise to work hard and contribute to the success of the bakery."

Kerry chuckled softly. "Sometimes, a fresh perspective can bring new life to a place. I like your enthusiasm, Melody. I'm willing to give you a chance. Welcome to the team! You can start tomorrow."

Melody's heart leaped with joy as she thanked Kerry, unable to contain her excitement. She couldn't wait to start her first shift and immerse herself in the world of pastries.

On her first day, Melody arrived at the bakery, ready to prove herself as a valuable team member. She donned the apron provided to her and joined the bustling staff behind the counter. The tantalizing smell of freshly baked bread and sweet treats enveloped her, making her feel right at home.

As the day progressed, Melody found herself busily serving customers, their faces lighting up with delight as they sampled the bakery's offerings. She carefully packed boxes of pastries, expertly arranging each delicate treat, and handed them over with a warm smile. Melody's passion for baking and her genuine love for the products she was selling shone through, earning her compliments from satisfied customers.

As closing time approached, Melody couldn't help but notice the large quantity of delicious pastries left over. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she saw tray after tray filled with mouthwatering treats. She turned to Kerry, who was watching her with a knowing grin.

“Take as much as you like dear”, Kerry offered.

Melody was overjoyed. “Are you sure?”

“Certain.”, Kerry reassured her. "We never compromise on freshness, so we bake a bit extra. And I hate seeing anything go to waste. You can take as much as you like. Just be careful; you might end up as big as me!" Kerry jested, giving her belly an affectionate pat.

Melody's eyes widened at Kerry's words, a mixture of surprise and excitement filling her. The thought of indulging in these delectable treats thrilled her to the core.

Unable to resist, Melody grabbed a large bag and began filling it with an assortment of pastries. She carefully selected her favorites, making sure not to leave any behind. Her bag soon grew heavy with the weight of her chosen treasures.

Once home, Melody eagerly unloaded her bag onto the kitchen counter. Without a moment's hesitation, she began stuffing her face with the delicious pastries. One by one, she devoured the pastries, savoring each sweet morsel that graced her palate. The flaky layers of the croissants melted into a buttery symphony, while the creamy fillings oozed with decadence, and the sugary glazes added an enchanting touch of sweetness. With every bite, she lost herself in the exquisite pleasure of eating, the world beyond her kitchen fading into insignificance as she became wholly immersed in the art of indulgence.

Time slipped away, hours merging into one another as Melody's appetite showed no sign of waning. She plowed through the bag of pastries with an astonishing voracity. As she reached the final crumbs, her stomach had swelled with contentment, a testament to her delightful journey of gluttony. With a satisfying belch, she leaned back, her hand tenderly caressing her round, bloated belly. She could hardly believe she had eaten the whole bag, but did not regret it one bit.

Melody's second shift at Kerry's Bakery was even busier than the first. The delightful scent of freshly baked goods filled the air as customers lined up, eager to taste the array of pastries and treats on display. Melody found herself swiftly moving behind the counter, expertly assisting the customers and carefully packaging their chosen delights.

During her short break, Melody sat at a small table in the back, enjoying her packed lunch. Just as she was about to take a bite, Kerry entered the break area, holding a tray of palmiers. Kerry smiled at Melody, her eyes shining with appreciation for her hard work.

"I’m trying a new recipe for palmiers, but they didn't come out quite right," Kerry said, placing the tray on the table. "I hate to see them go to waste, would you like to take any?"

Melody's eyes sparkled with delight as she accepted the offer. "I'd love some. Thank you, Kerry!."

“Have as many as you like dear” Kerry generously offered, as she retreated back to the front counter.

As Kerry left the break area, Melody couldn't resist the temptation. She picked up a palmier, marveling at its delicate, flaky layers. With each bite, she was transported to a realm of pure bliss. The pastry melted in her mouth, releasing a symphony of flavors. The caramelized sugar coating provided a delightful crunch, while the buttery richness enveloped her taste buds. It was as if she had discovered a hidden treasure, a secret delight meant only for her.

Unable to contain her excitement, Melody reached for another palmier. The combination of the flaky pastry and the sweet, buttery goodness was irresistible. She continued indulging, one after another, as if under a spell woven by the pastries themselves. The tray gradually emptied as Melody surrendered to her cravings, losing herself in a world of taste and texture.

Just as Melody was about to take another bite, Kerry returned to the break area. Her eyes widened in surprise as she witnessed the nearly empty tray. She couldn't help but tease Melody with a playful smile, "My, my, you must have been hungry!"

Caught off guard, Melody blushed slightly but managed to stifle a giggle. She nodded sheepishly and went to reply.

“They we- UUUUURP…”

A sudden burp escaped her lips, surprising both of them. Melody's eyes widened in embarrassment as she quickly excused herself.

"Excuse me!" Melody said, cheeks flushed. "I meant to say they were absolutely delicious! I think a hint of cinnamon would add a lot to these!"

Kerry's surprise transformed into amusement as she chuckled. "You know what, Melody? I think you might be onto something. I'll have to try that recipe out sometime and see how it turns out. Thank you for your input!"

Melody was ecstatic that Kerry agreed with her suggestion. She rewarded herself with another pastry before returning to work.

Melody returned to her post behind the counter, her taste buds still tingling with the deliciousness of the palmiers.

As the hours passed and her shift gradually drew to a close, Melody couldn't resist the allure of the bakery's irresistible pastries. With each customer she served, she found herself eyeing the delectable treats, her anticipation growing with each transaction.

Finally, with her apron neatly hung and her duties for the day fulfilled, Melody yielded to temptation once more. She filled a bag with an assortment of treats, until it was too heavy to carry with just one arm, and eagerly headed home, excited to indulge herself once again.

Aqua (Konosuba) WG Sequence

Fill la Fill

Ryuko Matoi from Kill la Kill. Should I do a full sequence of her?

Hinata WG Sequence

Hinata from Naruto

Raphtalia WG Sequence

Raphtalia from Rising of the Shield Hero

Blake Bellydonna (RWBY)

Blake Belladonna from RWBY

Yoko Littner (Gurren Lagann) WG Sequence

Enjoy!

NSFW Mercy (Overwatch)

Melina (Elden Ring)

Greetings. Traveller from beyond the fog. I Am Melina. I offer you an accord.

OC Pink Haired Girl WG Sequence

Hope you guys like the new format :)

Spider-Gwen

Gwen Stacey from Spiderverse

EAT!EAT!EAT!

ME!ME!ME! girl from... ME!ME!ME!

Rachel's Injury (Part 4)

Rachel walked into the gym with a mix of nervousness and determination. It had been two weeks since her doctor's visit, and she had finally gathered the courage to step back into her old lifestyle. She had come up with countless excuses to delay her return. She needed new gym clothes, and when those came in the mail she was too tired, or had a headache. And of course, there was no point starting her diet before she was back at the gym. Today, however, she had no more excuses left.

As Rachel approached the reception desk, her former colleague, Stacey, was fully engrossed in a lively phone conversation, her attention focused on the person on the other end. Rachel cleared her throat, trying to grab Stacey's attention.

"Excuse me, Stacey?" Rachel spoke up, her voice slightly shaky.

Stacey, briefly glancing up, initially assumed Rachel was just another new member.

"One moment, please. I'll be right with you." She said.

Rachel patiently waited, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Finally, Stacey ended her phone call and turned her attention to Rachel.

"Alright, how can I help you today? Are you looking to sign up for a new membership?" Stacey asked, finishing her phone conversation.

Rachel's heart sank for a moment, but she mustered up the courage to correct Stacey.

"Actually, it's me, Rachel," she said, her voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Stacey's voice filled with genuine surprise. "Oh! Rachel, it's you! I... I didn't recognize you. How is your leg?"

Rachel felt a pang of embarrassment as she noticed Stacey's gaze fixated on her bloated midsection. She knew her physical transformation was hard to ignore.

"My leg is better now, thank you. It's been a long recovery."

"Of course, I'm glad to hear that. Welcome back! Let me check you in."

Rachel proceeded with the check-in process, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and determination. She was aware of Stacey's lingering gaze, unable to hide her surprise at Rachel's changed appearance.

As she walked away, Stacey couldn’t help but stare at her inflated rear, and tree trunk thighs. “I can’t believe she let herself go like that” Stacey thought to herself. “She’s huge! She looks like one of her old clients…”.

As she made her way towards the exercise area, Rachel caught glimpses of her reflection in the gym mirrors. The sight of her plump figure emphasized by the tight-fitting gym clothes brought a surge of self-consciousness. But instead of letting it discourage her, she used it as motivation to push forward.

Rachel stepped into the empty gym, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and anxiety. The empty space amplified her self-consciousness, as if the walls themselves were judging her.

Deciding to start with sit-ups, Rachel positioned herself on the mat, trying to recall the technique she had once mastered effortlessly. With a deep breath, she attempted her first sit-up, but her weakened abdominal muscles protested. She barely managed to lift her upper body a few inches off the ground before collapsing back down.

Frustration surged through Rachel's veins, and she couldn't help but cast a glance around the deserted gym, hoping no one would witness her struggle. She wiped the sweat from her brow, a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. She felt like a mere shadow of her former self, and it gnawed at her.

Ignoring the burning ache in her muscles, Rachel pushed herself to try again. With each attempt, her body trembled, and beads of sweat formed rivulets down her flushed face. She couldn't believe how quickly her fitness had deteriorated during her time away.

Her mind raced with negative thoughts, berating herself for letting her body reach this state. How had she let herself slip so far? She wished she had never let laziness and indulgence take hold of her. But in that moment, all she could do was confront the harsh reality of her diminished fitness, one failed sit-up at a time.

Rachel's gym clothes clung to her sweat-drenched body, adding to her discomfort. She could feel her breath coming in ragged gasps, her lungs struggling to keep up with the demands she was placing on them.

The gym's emptiness offered no solace, no comforting words of encouragement. It only amplified Rachel's frustration and embarrassment.

“At least no one's here to see me embarrass myself” She thought.

Feeling defeated by the struggle of the sit-ups, Rachel moved on to the nearby treadmill, hoping for a small victory to lift her spirits. She set the speed to its lowest setting, just a gentle walk. As her feet made contact with the moving belt, she couldn't help but notice the increased friction and the uncomfortable sensation of her fattened thighs rubbing against each other.

Every step she took caused her thighs to jiggle and her belly to bounce. It was a stark reminder of how her body had changed, how the excess weight had altered her once-toned physique. The mirror in front of her reflected a body she hardly recognized, a body that felt foreign and burdensome.

With each passing minute, the treadmill's monotonous rhythm matched the beat of her racing heart. Four minutes in, and Rachel was already gasping for breath. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, mingling with a mixture of frustration and nostalgia. She remembered a time when she effortlessly ran on the treadmill for thirty minutes or more, followed by a full weights workout. Those memories felt like distant echoes, mocking her current state.

Unable to catch her breath and feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her, Rachel made the difficult decision to stop the treadmill. She stepped off, her legs feeling wobbly and weak. Her body slumped onto a nearby bench, and she sat there, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

As she sat there, a flood of memories and emotions overwhelmed her. She recalled the days when the gym was her sanctuary, a place where she felt strong, capable, and in control. She remembered the exhilaration of pushing herself to new limits, the satisfaction of feeling her muscles burn after an intense workout.

But now, as she looked around the gym, those memories seemed distant, almost unreachable.

Gathering her determination, Rachel approached the rack of dumbbells and selected a pair of 6 kg weights. Less than half of what the old her would have used. Positioning herself with the weights in hand, she began the shoulder raises, lifting the dumbbells upward, focusing on form and control.

For the first few repetitions, she managed to lift the weights with some effort, feeling a glimmer of hope. But as she reached the ninth repetition, a wave of fatigue washed over her, causing her arms to tremble uncontrollably. She strained and pushed, desperate to complete just one more lift, but her muscles betrayed her, turning into jelly.

Feeling utterly exhausted and disheartened, Rachel made the difficult decision to call it a day at the gym. The realization of her diminished fitness and the frustration of her failed attempts weighed heavily on her. She couldn't help but feel defeated as she packed up her gym bag and headed towards the exit.

As Rachel wearily made her way towards the exit, her ears caught snippets of a conversation at the reception desk. Stacey was once again engaged on her phone, and Rachel couldn’t help but overhear her conversation.

"Oh my god, you won't believe who came back to the gym today. Remember how Rachel injured her foot? Well, she’s back, let me tell you, she's gained a ton of weight. I didn’t even recognise her at first, she’s huge."

As Rachel walked past the reception desk, Stacey's voice trailed off abruptly, caught off guard by Rachel's presence. Stacey's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and awkwardness spreading across her face.

"Uh... Rachel, I… How was your workout?” She stammered.

Rachel ignored her, walking past without a word. She tried to hide her exhaustion, but in her hurry dropped her towel. As she bent over to retrieve it, a loud ripping sound echoed through the room. Her heart sank as she realized the sound had come from her pants. She froze in disbelief, feeling the fabric give way under the strain of her movement.

Stacey, unable to hide her amusement, stifled a giggle behind her hand. Rachel's face turned scarlet with humiliation, and her eyes welled up with tears. She quickly straightened herself, holding back the urge to burst into tears.

As Rachel hurried out of the gym, she could hear Stacey's laughter echoing behind her. It felt like a punch to the gut, further eroding her already fragile self-esteem. The tears she had fought so hard to hold back finally escaped, streaming down her face as she made her way to the exit.

Rachel's Injury (Part 3)

After six long months of confinement, it was finally time for Rachel to resume her normal activities. Her doctor had requested she see him for one last check-up, so he could give her the all clear. It was a bittersweet moment as she prepared for her first venture outside her home. Anxiety mixed with anticipation as she stood in front of her closet, searching for something suitable to wear.

Turning to the mirror, Rachel took in her reflection. Her soft belly protruded well over her waistband.. The once-defined lines of her abs were now obscured by layers of softness. Her thighs, once toned and sculpted, now rubbed together as she walked, a constant reminder of her weight gain.

Rachel couldn't help but notice the changes in her face as well. Her cheeks had plumped up, and her double chin had become more prominent. Even her once-slender neck had lost its definition. The sight was a harsh reality check, making her realize just how much her body had transformed.

With a sigh, Rachel reached for a loose-fitting summer dress, hoping it would hide the changes in her body. As she pulled it over her head, she could feel the fabric straining against her plump arms and broadened shoulders. The dress, once effortlessly flowing, now clung to her enlarged breasts, emphasizing their newfound fullness.

Rachel stood in front of the mirror, her eyes widening at the reflection staring back at her. She hardly recognised herself. The dress clung to her body in all the wrong places. Her once slender waist had disappeared, replaced by a soft, round belly that stretched what was once loose fabric taut. The sight was both startling and humbling. The dress didn’t even cover her entire belly, leaving her plump thighs and juicy ass for all to see. She pulled the dress back off over her.

Rachel's eyes fell upon an old loose adjustable skirt tucked away in the back of her closet. The skirt had an elastic waistband with adjustable buttons that allowed for a customized fit. She had bought it for when she would fast for competitions, as her waist would become too thin for her clothes. With a flicker of hope, she retrieved it and held it up against her fuller frame.

Rachel stepped into the skirt and pulled it up, but to her dismay, it barely made it past her thighs. She struggled to fasten the buttons, feeling the strain on the fabric as she tried to squeeze her wider hips into the once-generous fit. She worked her way up the buttons, each tighter than the last, until finally, she managed to get them all done up. She couldn’t help but let out a relieved smile. Her celebration was premature however, because as she released her tummy from its compressed state, the buttons popped off one by one with a forceful snap. The skirt was unable to withstand the pressure of her expanded waistline.

Frustration washed over her as she realized that even a garment designed to accommodate weight fluctuations was no match for the changes her body had undergone. The once-loose skirt now clung to her like a second skin, highlighting the softness of her belly and the widening of her hips. She could hardly believe how small it was now.

Finally, only one article of clothing was left. A pair of old jeans, much larger than her other clothing. She didn’t recognise these jeans, quickly realising they were a pair a friend of hers had left after a sleepover many years ago. She pulled them around her thick thighs, struggling to shimmy into them. The now familiar tug of the fabric over her hips now felt like an insurmountable barrier. She wrestled with the tight material, huffing and puffing from the exertion.

Finally, after trying for minutes, with a victorious gasp, Rachel managed to pull the jeans up, zip the zipper, and fasten the button. She slowly and carefully let her breath out, and miraculously, the button held.

Rachel fell back onto her bed, her breath labored from the exertion of simply getting dressed. Her bed gave a concerning creak as it struggled to support her inflated weight. Her reflection in the mirror mocked her, a constant reminder of her physical transformation and the consequences of her unhealthy habits. There was no doubting it, she was fat.

Rachel sat on the edge of her bed, her heart heavy with a mix of self-consciousness and curiosity. She couldn't ignore the changes that had occurred during the past six months of her sedentary lifestyle. The weight she had gained had transformed her once-toned physique into a soft and plump form.

She took a deep breath and began to examine her body in the full-length mirror positioned against the wall. Her eyes traveled from her round face, noticing the prominent double chin that now accentuated her jawline. Her gaze shifted downward, taking in her larger breasts that had swelled with the weight gain.

Her arms had lost their defined muscles and now exhibited a softness that jiggled with the slightest movement. As she ran her hands down her sides, she could feel the increased width of her waist, the extra padding that encased her once-flat stomach. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh that now covered her once-visible abdominal muscles. Her gut was a sight to behold. Perfectly round, with clear love handles, and a deep belly button.

Rachel's eyes dropped to her lap, where her plump thighs pressed together. They were no longer the slender and toned limbs she had once been proud of. Instead, they were round and full, bearing the evidence of her indulgence. The gentle curve of her belly had turned into a soft mound that protruded slightly, hinting at the weight she had gained. Her once-narrow waist had lost its definition, blending seamlessly into her widened hips.

Rachel glanced at the time. She had spent so long getting dressed she hadn’t noticed that she was meant to have left for her appointment five minutes ago. She quickly threw on a ill-fitting, small white top that left her whole gut exposed, grabbed her keys, and ran (well, speed walked would be more accurate) to her car.

…

Rachel sat in the crowded waiting room, her heart pounding in her chest. She was acutely aware of the tightness of her jeans hugging her plump thighs and the white top that accentuated her exposed midriff. Self-conscious thoughts swirled in her mind, wondering if people were staring at her, judging her for her expanded figure.

As she scanned the room, her eyes met those of a little girl sitting nearby with her mother. Rachel could sense curiosity in the girl's gaze, and then came the innocent question that pierced through the air like a dagger. "Mommy, is she pregnant?" the girl whispered loudly enough for Rachel to hear.

The mother's face flushed with embarrassment as she hushed her daughter, her voice filled with an apologetic tone. "Shh, sweetheart, lower your voice. It's not polite to ask that"

Rachel's cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and hurt. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the weight of the girl's innocent observation. It was a painful reminder of the changes her body had undergone, changes that had made her feel self-conscious and out of place.

Taking a deep breath, Rachel redirected her attention to the magazine in her lap, attempting to distract herself from the lingering discomfort. She tried to focus on the articles, but her mind wandered, grappling with conflicting emotions. She had come to the doctor for a check-up, hoping for validation that her body was healing, but now all she could think about was her expanded figure and the judgments of others.

Finally, her name was called, and Rachel stood up, her legs feeling wobbly under the weight of her new body. As she walked towards the examination room, she couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Swinging open, the door revealed Dr. Thompson, a middle-aged man with a somewhat distracted air about him. He quickly glanced up from his papers and greeted Rachel with a brief smile. "Rachel, good to see you. How's your leg feeling?"

Rachel offered a polite smile, feeling a twinge of anxiety creep in. "It's been improving, thank you. Still a bit sore at times, but overall better."

Dr. Thompson nodded. "Alright, let's have a look at it then." He motioned for her to sit on the examination table and rolled a stool closer to inspect her leg.

As Dr. Thompson examined her leg, Rachel's mind raced with thoughts of her weight gain, causing her to anxiously fidget with her fingers. She desperately hoped he wouldn't bring up the subject, fearing the embarrassment and judgment that would come with it.

The doctor focused solely on her leg, not probing for any additional information. Rachel let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that he seemed more concerned with her injury than her appearance.

After a thorough examination, Dr. Thompson began typing up notes on his computer. As Dr. Thompson paused, his eyes flickered over to Rachel's file, his expression briefly reflecting surprise.

Dr. Thompson hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Rachel, we have you listed here as 113 pounds, do you know when this measurement was taken?”

Rachel stuttered. “I-it would have been 6 months ago, or so” She knew it was 6 months, almost exactly.

“Can you confirm your current weight for me?" Inquired the doctor.

Rachel's heart raced, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She glanced at the scale nearby, hoping she could avoid facing the truth. "Um, I... I'm not entirely sure. I haven't weighed myself recently."

Dr. Thompson nodded, understanding her unease. "That's alright. We can check your weight today, just to have an up to date record. It's a routine procedure."

Rachel took a deep breath, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation, as she approached the scale. The metallic surface looked cold and unforgiving beneath her feet. With hesitant steps, she climbed on, feeling the weight shift beneath her.

Her eyes traced the curve of her round belly, which protruded prominently in front of her. It felt soft and heavy, its weight serving as a constant reminder of her struggles. She had grown accustomed to its presence, but now, as she tried to read the scale, she had to peek past her belly to see the numbers clearly.

She let her gaze fall downward, her eyes fixated on the digital display. The numbers slowly blinked into focus. 1... 9... 6. Her heart sank, and a lump formed in her throat.

The reality of her weight gain hit her like a wave crashing over her. A mixture of emotions swirled within her—shame, regret, and a hint of disbelief. How had she allowed herself to reach this point? The weight seemed to hang heavy on her frame, both physically and emotionally.

Dr. Thompson took a deep breath and continued with a professional yet concerned tone. "Rachel, it appears that you have experienced a significant weight gain since your last visit. A gain of 83 pounds is quite substantial. Can you tell me what might have contributed to this change?"

Rachel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I've had some difficulties with my mobility due to my leg injury. It's been hard to stay active and maintain my usual exercise routine. I guess I turned to food for comfort and... well, I didn't realize how much weight I had gained."

"Well, considering the significant weight you’ve gained in a short period, I would like to perform some additional tests to get an understanding of your current health status. These tests will help us identify any potential underlying conditions. Are you comfortable with that?"

The concern in his voice worried Rachel, and she agreed.

Dr. Thompson proceeded to perform additional tests to assess Rachel's overall health and determine the extent of the changes that had occurred. He wrapped a cuff around her arm to measure her blood pressure, and his expression became more concerned as he observed the readings. The numbers were higher than he would have liked. At 137 over 86, Rachel was at risk of Hypertension. He made a note of the results.

Next, the doctor requested blood samples to test Rachel's cholesterol and insulin levels.Rachel complied, albeit with a slight unease. Dr. Thompson assured Rachel that the samples would be sent for analysis, and the results would provide valuable insights for her ongoing care. He emphasized the importance of understanding her body's response to the changes she had experienced.

As the tests concluded, Dr. Thompson moved on to the final part of the examination. He requested to listen to Rachel's heart, not only to check its rhythm and function but also to ensure that it had adapted to the alterations in her body.

Dr. Thompson instructed Rachel to take a deep breath, and she complied, inhaling slowly and deeply. As she did so, she felt the waistband of her snug jeans loosen.

Dr. Thompson then asked Rachel to breathe out slowly, and she obliged, releasing the air from her lungs. As she exhaled her plump midsection began to push against her clothes, straining the button on her shorts. It reached its limit, unable to withstand the pressure any longer, and with an audible pop, it surrendered. Rachel’s face turned bright pink.

As Rachel sat there, her pants button popped off and a tinge of shame still lingering, Dr. Thompson knew it was time for a direct and concise conversation about her lifestyle. He could see the mix of emotions on her face, and he wanted to offer guidance despite the time constraint.

Dr. Thompson started, "Rachel, we need to address the changes we've observed in your health. Your blood pressure alone is cause for serious concern.”

Rachel nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation.

"You need to focus on improving your diet by prioritizing nutritious, whole foods. Incorporate more fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains into your meals."

He continued. "Physical activity is crucial too. It might be hard due to your… new size… but I want you to try get back into your old habits. Start slow.”

"Lastly, I want to emphasize the importance of self-care and self-compassion. Remember that this is a journey, and progress takes time. Don’t be too hard on yourself, and don’t punish yourself too hard for ‘cheat days’. Focus on the end goal."

Rachel thanked the doctor for his advice, and made her walk of shame through the waiting room, with her shorts undone and her inflated belly on full display.

Rachel's Injury (Part 2)

Her once-toned abs had softened, giving way to a soft belly that spilled over her waistband. Her thighs had plumped up, rubbing together as she walked with her crutches, causing discomfort with each step. Even her breasts had increased in size a little, beginning to strain against the fabric of her tops. Despite the evidence of her gain, Rachel remained largely unaware of the changes happening to her body. She seemed willingly ignorant, her subconscious preventing her from noticing any change.

Rachel’s eating habits had taken a turn for the worse. Rachel's increased appetite seemed insatiable, and she found solace in indulgent meals delivered straight to her door. Her Uber Eats orders had grown in size, reflecting her desire to fill the emptiness she felt inside. Greasy burgers, deep-fried treats, and calorie-laden desserts had become her daily companions, providing temporary comfort in the midst of her sedentary existence. When she ate, she was happy, and could forget her troubles.

Rachel’s once-baggy pajamas now clung to her new curves. The elastic waistband dug into her soft midsection, leaving marks as a constant reminder of her expanding waistline. Rachel would often absentmindedly pull the pants down below her pooch after a large meal. The oversized tops she once lounged in now hugged her larger frame, highlighting the changes, yet she remained none the wiser.

While Rachel had grown accustomed to navigating her daily life with the aid of crutches, she had also managed to adapt her cooking skills to her current circumstances. However, her limited options in the kitchen only led to the creation of unhealthy snacks. She would whip up sugary pop tarts, or indulge in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that satisfied her sweet cravings but added to her growing waistline. She had also learned about the grocery delivery feature on UberEats, and had been getting deliveries from 7/11. Unfortunately, they didn’t have many health options, but Rachel was more than content to stock up on potato chips, chocolate and sugary drinks instead.

Snacks had become a constant companion throughout the day, offering both comfort and distraction. Rachel would mindlessly munch on high-calorie treats while binge-watching her favorite TV shows. She was rarely without a bag of sugar loaded treats within arms reach.

The reflection in the mirror often triggered conflicting emotions within Rachel. As she caught glimpses of herself, her gaze would pull away, and she would return hurriedly to the couch. It was almost instinctual to avoid her reflection.

Rachel thought very little of her old lifestyle, outside of wondering what the latest gym drama is, or which client would be causing trouble this week. She had kept in touch with Sarah, however Sarah could only make time for phone calls, being too busy after taking on most of Rachel’s clients.

That was until today. It was a long weekend, and the gym would be closed the whole time, finally giving Sarah some time to herself, and Sarah figured now would be a good time to catch up with her friend, face to face.

She had no idea what to expect, but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something had drastically changed. As Sarah entered Rachel's apartment, she was greeted by a sight that shocked her to her core.

There, sprawled on the couch, surrounded by a mountain of fast-food wrappers and empty Uber Eats bags, was Rachel. The once-fit and energetic girl Sarah knew was barely recognizable. Rachel's figure had undergone a significant transformation, her soft belly now hanging over her waistband, her thighs plump. Even her breasts had grown noticeably in size. Her potbelly hung out of the bottom of her pajamas, and the waistband was noticeably diggint into her soft pooch. The mountain of wrappers on the floor was monolithic.

Sarah's shock was almost palpable, but she quickly swallowed her surprise, not wanting to upset her friend further. She plastered on a smile and asked, "Hey, Rachel, how are you doing?"

Rachel looked up from her position on the couch, her eyes momentarily widening at the sight of Sarah. However, she quickly composed herself and replied nonchalantly, "Oh, hey, Sarah. I'm alright, just taking it easy. How about you?"

Sarah's mind raced as she observed the changes in Rachel's appearance. She couldn't help but feel a mix of concern, shock, and sadness for her friend. The once vibrant and confident Rachel had seemingly lost herself in these past months.

As they sat down and began chatting, Sarah found it hard to ignore the elephant in the room. The temptation to mention Rachel's physical transformation gnawed at her, but she resisted, knowing that her friend needed support more than judgment.

Their conversation shifted to their usual gossip about work. Sarah filled Rachel in on the latest gym drama, the coworker clashes, and the incessant complaints from Karen. They laughed and vented, finding solace in each other's company as they temporarily escaped their own troubles. Rachel munched greedily on her bag of chips throughout the entire conversation, even opening a second at one point.

But as Sarah glanced at Rachel, she couldn't help but wonder how her friend had reached this point. The unhealthy lifestyle and the weight gain were obvious signs of Rachel's struggle. Sarah questioned if Rachel had even realized the toll her choices had taken on her body and her overall well-being.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to ask, "Rachel, I noticed... have you gained weight?"

Rachel glanced at Sarah, seemingly oblivious to the impact her changed figure had on others. She let out a light chuckle and shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess I've put on a few pounds. It's nothing to worry about, though. I'll lose it once I can hit the gym again."

Sarah's heart sank as she realized Rachel's lack of awareness about the extent of her weight gain. She wanted to say more, to express her concern about the unhealthy habits she had observed, but she decided to tread lightly, not wanting to upset her friend.

"That's true," Sarah replied, attempting to keep her voice light. "You've always been disciplined with your workouts. I'm sure once you're back on your feet, you'll bounce back in no time."

Rachel nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. She seemed content with her response, unaware of the toll her sedentary lifestyle and unhealthy eating habits had taken on her body. Sarah found herself torn between wanting to be honest with her friend and wanting to protect her from any potential harm.

Their conversation continued, but Sarah couldn't shake off the lingering worry in her mind. As she observed Rachel's comfort in her new body, Sarah realized that her friend's perception of herself was far different from the reality.

Eventually, it was time for Sarah to leave. She gave Rachel a tight hug, holding back the words she longed to say. Sarah hoped that her concern and love were palpable in that embrace.

After the encounter with her friend, Rachel found her mind wondering back to what Sarah had said. She lingered on the concerned look in her eyes. Before she could dwell to long however, the crying for a peanut butter sandwich struck her. She slowly got up from the couch, feeling the weight of her new figure as she leaned on her crutches.

Limping towards the kitchen, Rachel caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror. She continued on towards the kitchen, but stopped. Something compelled her to turn around and face her reflection head-on. When she did, the reality of her transformation hit her with full force. She stood there, staring at her reflection, her eyes slowly scanning her once-toned body that now bore the signs of neglect.

Her soft belly protruded over her waistband, and her thighs had grown thick. She had sported a small, but noticeable double chin. Rachel's soft cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and realization. She had subconsciously ignored the changes, thinking they were minor and temporary. But now, standing in front of the mirror, she couldn't deny the truth any longer.

She reached down with one hand, prodding her belly, as if to confirm it was real. Her finger sunk in. She reached down again, grabbing a handful of flab, lifting it and letting go. Rachel watched in awe as it jiggled. She didn’t even recognise herself.

With a pang of anxiety, Rachel hobbled her way to the bathroom, crutches supporting her with each step. She glanced at the scale in the corner of the room. achel took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she positioned herself on the scale. Her heart raced as she awaited the digital readout.

As the numbers flashed on the screen, Rachel's eyes widened in disbelief. The weight she saw exceeded her worst fears, confirming the extent of her physical transformation. It was a wake-up call that resonated deep within her.

141 pounds.

She had gained 33 pounds.

A whirlwind of emotions engulfed her—shock, disappointment, and a renewed determination. The reality of her situation settled heavily upon her.

Her thoughts turned to Sarah's visit earlier in the day, the concern in her friend's eyes, and the unspoken words that hung heavy in the air. Sarah had been right all along, and Rachel's stubborn denial had shielded her from facing the reality of her unhealthy habits.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over Rachel. On one hand, she felt a surge of self-criticism and disappointment in herself for letting things spiral out of control. On the other hand, there was a glimmer of hope, a realization that perhaps it was time to make a change and reclaim the fit and confident version of herself.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. The journey ahead seemed daunting, but Rachel knew deep down that she couldn't ignore her well-being any longer. She craved the feeling of self-assurance that had once defined her.

She would start tomorrow, she decided, before continuing on to the kitchen to make that sandwich. And grab a bag of chips…

Rachel's Injury (Part 1)

Rachel, a 22-year-old gym junkie, was known for her dedication to fitness and her toned physique. With her vibrant personality and infectious energy, she effortlessly attracted attention wherever she went. People admired her discipline and envied her trim waistline. She had always been thin and fit, maintaining a healthy lifestyle through regular workouts and a balanced diet, and even helping others achieve their fitness goals as a personal trainer at her local gym.

Her day began with the melodic chirping of birds outside her window. As the sunlight streamed through the curtains, Rachel leaped out of bed, ready to tackle another day at the gym. She believed that fitness was her calling, her ultimate passion. Nothing could sway her determination to maintain her peak physical condition.

Rachel starts her day by heading into her kitchen, to prepare a healthy breakfast to kickstart her day. Rachel grabs a carton of free-range eggs, a bunch of fresh spinach, and a ripe avocado from the fridge. With a determined look on her face, she cracks the eggs into a bowl and starts whisking them vigorously until they become frothy. As the pan heats up on the stove, Rachel drizzles a touch of olive oil, letting it glisten and coat the surface. She tosses in the spinach, watching it wilt and release its vibrant green color. With a final flourish, Rachel carefully pours the beaten eggs over the bed of spinach, allowing them to cook gently. She slices the avocado, skillfully removing the pit and scooping out the creamy flesh. As the eggs take shape, she flips them over, ensuring they cook evenly. With a satisfied smile, Rachel plates the fluffy spinach omelette, garnishing it with slices of avocado. The vibrant colors and enticing aromas are a testament to her commitment to nourishing her body, even in the face of adversity.

Dressed in her favorite workout gear, Rachel headed to the gym with her earphones on, blasting her motivational playlist. Rachel was a personal trainer and had built a reputation for her expertise and unwavering dedication to her clients. Today, however, was her day off, a chance for her to focus solely on her own workout goals.

The clinks of weights, the rhythmic hum of treadmills, and the energetic chatter of trainers and clients filled the air. Rachel relished in the familiar atmosphere, feeling right at home in the vibrant gym community.

That day, Rachel's enthusiasm was particularly palpable. She had a fire in her eyes, fueled by the desire to push herself to the limit and break her personal records.

Rachel approached the barbell, her grip firm and determined. This was more than she had ever attempted. The weight felt heavy in her hands, but she knew she was capable of conquering it. With a deep breath, she initiated the deadlift, engaging her muscles with precision and power. The barbell began to rise, inch by inch, as Rachel's focus narrowed solely on the task at hand.

But then, in the midst of her exertion, a sudden and unexpected pain shot through her ankle like a bolt of lightning. It was as if the world around her came crashing down in an instant. Rachel's grip loosened, and with a cry of agony, she dropped the weights, feeling them crash to the floor. She collapsed onto her knees, clutching her injured ankle, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and confusion.

Trainers and fellow gym-goers rushed to Rachel's side, concerned expressions etched on their faces. Among them was Sarah, a fellow personal trainer and Rachel's close friend. Sarah's voice was laced with worry as she gently helped Rachel to a nearby bench.

"Rachel! Are you okay?" Sarah asked, concern evident in her eyes.

Rachel winced in pain, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't know, Sarah. I felt something snap in my ankle. It hurts so bad."

Sarah's brows furrowed as she examined Rachel's injured ankle. "You need to see a doctor, Rachel. This doesn't look good. I'll call an ambulance."

The medical professionals arrived promptly, carefully assessing Rachel's injury. Their verdict was grim. Rachel had severely sprained her ankle and torn some ligaments. The doctor informed her that she would need to take a break from any strenuous physical activity for at least six months.

Six months felt like an eternity to Rachel. She was devastated by the news. Fitness was her life, and the thought of being unable to exercise properly for such an extended period weighed heavily on her mind. She would lose so much progress.

Rachel woke up to a mix of emotions on her first day post-injury. The realization of her limited mobility weighed heavily on her, as the reality of the situation sank in. With each movement, she was reminded of her ankle injury, the throbbing pain serving as a constant companion.

As she swung her legs off the bed and attempted to stand, she was met with a wave of discomfort. The simple act of putting weight on her injured ankle felt like navigating through a field of broken glass. Rachel reached for her crutches, reluctantly accepting their support.

Navigating through her apartment, Rachel felt a sense of frustration and helplessness. She couldn't help but cast longing glances towards her collection of weights and gym equipment, reminders of the intense workouts she used to relish. The walls of her home seemed to close in, limiting her freedom and exacerbating her feelings of isolation.

Determined not to let her injury define her entire day, Rachel turned her attention to finding alternative activities to keep her occupied. She settled on catching up on her favorite TV series, hoping the distraction would ease her restless mind.

As she sat on the couch, her injured leg propped up on a pillow, Rachel immersed herself in the on-screen drama. The familiar characters and gripping plotline provided a temporary respite from her physical discomfort. However, even as she tried to lose herself in the fictional world, her mind kept drifting back to her passion for fitness and the void it now left in her life.

As hunger gnawed at her, Rachel hobbled into the kitchen, only to realize that today was the day she was supposed to go grocery shopping. The empty shelves and lack of fresh ingredients mocked her, intensifying her frustration. With a heavy sigh, she rummaged through the sparse contents of her pantry, hoping to find something that could satisfy her hunger.

Rachel's eyes fell on a can of tuna and a few slices of bread. She decided to make a simple tuna sandwich, a quick and easy option. But as she attempted to assemble the sandwich, her crutches kept getting in the way, knocking over the condiments and making a mess. Frustration welled up inside her, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She clenched her fists, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

Realizing that she couldn't let her frustration get the best of her, Rachel reluctantly admitted defeat. She knew she had to find an alternative solution, even if it meant stepping outside her comfort zone. With a mix of resignation and determination, she reached for her phone and opened the UberEats app.

Scrolling through the myriad of options, Rachel's eyes lingered on the unhealthy choices that dominated the screen. Burgers, pizza, and deep-fried delights seemed to taunt her, but she couldn't deny the allure of their comfort. She continued scrolling, her finger swiping past countless options, searching for something that didn't completely sabotage her commitment to a healthy lifestyle.

After what felt like an eternity, Rachel reluctantly settled on a burger and fries combo. A mix of guilt and longing filled her as she placed the order, knowing that this was a departure from her usual disciplined eating habits.

When the food arrived, Rachel hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of indulging in the greasy meal. The aroma tempted her senses, and with a heavy heart, she gave in. Taking a bite, she couldn't deny that the flavors were delicious. The warmth and richness of the food brought her a sense of comfort, temporarily soothing her restless mind.

After finishing her meal, Rachel leaned back and resumed watching her favorite TV show. The tension began to melt away as she allowed herself to get lost in the fictional world unfolding on the screen. The combination of a satisfying meal and the familiar characters provided a brief respite from her current predicament.

As Rachel rested and immersed herself in the show, she felt a glimmer of enjoyment seeping in. The tears and frustration of earlier were slowly replaced by a sense of calm and acceptance. In that moment, she realized that even in her limited state, she could find solace in the small pleasures that life had to offer.

With a renewed perspective, Rachel resolved to take each day as it came, embracing the challenges and finding moments of joy amidst the obstacles. And for now, in the company of her favorite TV show and the taste of a guilty pleasure lingering on her tongue, she allowed herself to find a measure of peace.

A week had passed since Rachel's injury, and the sight that greeted her friend Sarah when she arrived at Rachel's apartment was far from what she had expected. Sarah stepped inside to find Rachel sprawled on the couch, surrounded by fast food wrappers and Uber Eats bags. Clad in her pajamas, Rachel seemed engrossed in the television, as if the world outside her injury-induced cocoon didn't exist.

Sarah's initial shock was quickly suppressed, as she reminded herself to be supportive and understanding. With a forced smile, Sarah approached Rachel, trying not to betray her concern. "Hey, Rach, how are you holding up?"

Rachel glanced up from the TV screen, her expression seemingly nonchalant. "Oh, hey, Sarah! I'm doing fine, just taking it easy. The ankle is healing, I guess."

Sarah furrowed her brow, her concern still lingering beneath the surface. She decided not to press further, not wanting to upset her friend. Instead, she changed the subject, eager to distract Rachel from the unhealthy scene surrounding them.

"So, have you heard the latest drama at the gym?" Sarah asked, a mischievous grin forming on her face.

Rachel's eyes lit up, momentarily forgetting about her injured state. "Oh, spill the tea! Who's causing trouble this time?"

Sarah leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. "Well, Karen has been on a bittttt power trip lately,” she said.

Rachel’s eyes were filled with anticipation. “Go on”,

“On Tuesday, when I came into the gym for my shift, guess who was rearranging all the equipment…”

Rachel burst into laughter, grateful for the distraction from her current predicament. "No way! Classic Karen."

Sarah nodded, her eyes sparkling with shared amusement. "You won't believe what happened next. When I pulled her up on it, she asked to speak to the manager."

Rachel's laughter echoed in the room, momentarily drowning out the thoughts that had plagued her during her solitude. Sarah was, after all, the supervisor on shift. It felt liberating to immerse herself in the comical side of the gym drama, to momentarily forget about her injured ankle and the unhealthy eating habits she had fallen into.

Their laughter created a temporary refuge, where the weight of Rachel's injury and the guilt over her unhealthy choices seemed to fade away. In that moment, surrounded by the mess of fast food wrappers and Uber Eats bags, she found solace in the camaraderie of a friend who understood the absurdities of their shared workplace.

But as the visit came to an end, Sarah couldn't help but steal a concerned glance at Rachel, sprawled on the couch, still surrounded by remnants of her temporary indulgence. She contemplated saying something, expressing her worries and offering support, but she hesitated.

Sarah understood that pushing Rachel too hard might backfire, causing her to retreat further into her own world of self-doubt. Instead, she chose to show her support through her presence, hoping that Rachel would recognize her genuine concern.

With a gentle smile, Sarah said, "Well, Rachel, it was good catching up. Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. Take care, okay?"

Rachel nodded, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability flickering in her eyes. "Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it more than you know."

A few hours later, Rachel felt an all too familiar feeling in her stomach. She was hungry again. As she always did, she opened up UberEats, and began to browse.

Not long after, she heard a knock at the door. As Rachel hobbled towards the door with her crutches, she shouted, "Leave it by the door, please!" Her appetite had been awakened by the knock, and she eagerly anticipated the arrival of her Uber Eats bag. She hobbled towards the door, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the hallway mirror as she passed by.

In that fleeting moment, a pang of surprise washed over her. Her baggy pajamas had concealed most of her figure, but something seemed different. Was it just her imagination, or did she detect a slight pooch where her once defined abs used to be? Dismissing the thought as ridiculous, she attributed it to a trick of the light or a momentary lapse in confidence. She couldn't have gained weight in just a week, could she?

Shrugging off the momentary self-doubt, Rachel settled back onto the couch, balancing the KFC mega bucket on her lap. She switched on her favorite show, immersing herself in the fictional world on the screen. The aroma of the indulgent fried chicken filled the air, and she couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

She dug into the crispy, greasy goodness, savoring each bite. The familiar flavors danced on her taste buds, providing a temporary escape from her worries and frustrations. The food was undeniably delicious, and a sense of comfort washed over her as she relished in this moment of guilty pleasure.

But as she continued eating, a small voice of conflict emerged in the back of her mind. A twinge of guilt intermingled with the pleasure, reminding her of the disciplined and health-conscious person she used to be. She was torn between the enjoyment of the moment and the nagging sense that she was straying from her own values.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Rachel decided to focus on the present. She reminded herself that this was just a temporary setback, a break from her usual routine. She deserved this indulgence, especially considering the frustrating circumstances of her injury. The food provided her with a brief respite, a momentary escape from the reality of her physical limitations.

As the last morsel of fried chicken disappeared from the bucket, Rachel reclined on the couch, and rested a hand on her full belly, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. The TV show continued to play in the background, providing a comforting distraction from her own thoughts.

Yumeko WG Sequence

Yumeko Jabami from Kakeguri. Done as commission for one of the $30 tier members. Enjoy!

Tatsumaki WG Sequence

Tatsumaki from One Punch Man. Enjoy! More content to come.

I'm back!

Hello everyone! I am back from a brief hiatus caused by some fairly urgent personal issues related to the health of a close family member. 

I'd like to start by thanking everyone who's stuck around while I was gone, appreciate that.

I will be catching up on the missed patreon posts over the last week aswell as returning to our regularly scheduled posting rate. I'll also be infrequently posting on DeviantArt while I catch myself up. What this means for you guys is over the next week expect a lot of spam from me!

Thanks again guys 

Rizu's Exchange (WG Story) Part 2

Day 31

As the end of the first month approached, Rizu's weight gain had become more noticeable. She had arrived in America rail thin, with a flat stomach, a thigh gap and small breasts, but as the month went on, her once-slender figure had expanded. Now, her belly protruded outwards and her thighs were beginning to rub together when she walked. Her breasts had grown to a respectable C-cup and her ass was threatening the fabric of her pants daily. Even her face seemed fuller. Despite her increasing size, Rizu's appetite and eagerness to try more foods had shown no signs of slowing down.

Not only that, it was undeniable that her appetite had significantly increased. Throughout the month, I had noticed her portions getting larger and larger, and her cravings for junk food only seemed to intensify. She had now well outpaced my own stomach capacity, consistently eating twice what I was able to. She had adopted a habit of snacking between meals, and made sure to stock up on sugary treats while out too much absentmindedly while she was at home. I couldn’t help but notice the effect all this eating out had on my own body as well, although this was less pronounced than the effect on Rizu’s figure.

After I finished getting ready to go out, I noticed Rizu was nowhere to be found. Normally she was waiting at the door, eager to get out there and start eating as soon as possible, but today she was absent from her normal spot. I noticed the door to her room was closed, and went to investigate.

Through the door, I could occasionally hear Rizu’s voice. She sounded like she was struggling, and was clearly quite upset.

“Is everything alright?” I ask, knocking on the door.

Rizu was clearly taken off guard, but yells back that she is okay. I decide to wait a while longer, but after 10 minutes she’s clearly still struggling., so I knock on the door again.

“You sure you’re okay in there?” I ask again.

There’s a pause, until a defeated Rizu finally responds.

“I might need some help…” she says sheepishly.

“Can I come in?” I ask.

“Come in”, she responds, and I open the door.

I was shocked to find Rizu, in nothing but her underwear, with clothes piled up on her bed and the floor. She looks flustered and embarrassed, and is breathing quite heavily.

“None of my clothes fit…” she admits, looking at the floor.

I help her go through her wardrobe, using all my willpower to stop myself from staring at her plump belly, as it hangs over her waistline, or her thick thighs as they press against each other.  She tried on a few things, to no avail, until eventually we find a skirt which looks larger than the rest. I watch, mesmerized, as she slowly wiggles it up over her thickened thighs and juicy ass.

After she gets her skirt on, I offer her one of my baggy shirts, since all of her tops had become quite snug. We decide to set out and try and find her some new clothes, so that she has something to wear, at least for a while.

We browse for a bit. At first, she grabbed a few outfits in her usual size, but quickly finds they are all too tight. She sighs, looking disappointed, clearly in denial of her weight gain.

After some convincing, Rizu reluctantly tried on some clothes in a larger size. As she looked at herself in the mirror, I could see the disappointment in her eyes. She still felt self-conscious about the extra weight she had gained.

But then, I encouraged her to try a few more pieces in the next size up. Eventually, she found a pair of jeans and a sweater that fit her well and looked great on her.

"I can't believe I had to go up a size," Rizu said, looking down at her new clothes.

"It's just a number," I reassured her. "What matters is that you feel comfortable and confident in what you wear."

Rizu smiled and nodded. "You're right. Thanks for helping me out."

As we left the store, I could see her walking a little taller, a little more confident in her new clothes. She may have had to size up, but she still looked stunning.

We stop by the food court, and Rizu decides on KFC, one of her favourites.

However, as you sit at the table, you can’t help but notice the extra tight fit of Rizu's old clothes. Her skirt was stretched taut around her waist and the zipper was undone, revealing just how much she had grown in the past few weeks.

Rizu ordered the double zinger stacker combo meal and a 12 pack of nuggets. Despite the clear difference, she doesn’t seem to pay much mind to how her appetite has grown. We head home, after what was certainly an embarrassing day for Rizu.

That night, after a nap, Rizu asks if we can go to an all-you-can-eat buffet for dinner. She explained she’s never actually been to one, and when we were at the mall earlier saw one that looked nice.

As we walked in, we were greeted by the sight of endless rows of food, with everything from sushi and pizza to roasted meats and salads. Rizu's eyes widened in excitement as she surveyed the options, clearly eager to try everything.

We grabbed a couple of plates and started our first round. Rizu piled her plate high with cheeseburgers, pasta, and potatoes. She also grabbed a heaping pile of golden french fries, sprinkled with salt and accompanied by a side of creamy ranch dipping sauce. As we sat down, Rizu eagerly dug into her food, savoring each bite.

As she finished her first plate, Rizu was already eager to go back for seconds. She filled her plate again, this time with a chili cheese dog smothered in onions and mustard, a few slices of greasy pizza, and another helping of fries. She washed it all down with a large cup of fizzy soda. I could see the joy on her face as she savored each bite.

Rizu went up for thirds and fourths, piling her plate high with everything from teriyaki chicken to mashed potatoes and gravy. She seemed to be in her element, enjoying every bite and chatting excitedly about the different flavors and textures of the food.

As the night wore on, Rizu slowed down a bit, taking her time to savor each bite and chatting with me between mouthfuls. She went up for one last plate of dessert, piling it high with cakes, cookies, and a scoop of ice cream.

Her dessert was rudely interrupted however, when the button on Rizu's skirt suddenly popped off. In her rush to get here, she had forgotten to change into her new set of clothes. Sensing her discomfort, I quickly reassured her and even got her another small plate of dessert to take her minds of it.

"I guess I've been overindulging a bit," Rizu admitted with a sheepish smile as she continued piling the sugary treats into her mouth.

On the way home, Rizu fell asleep in the car and I couldn't help but steal a glimpse at her midsection. I estimated that she had already put on around 20 pounds in just one month. Despite her growing figure, her appetite showed no signs of slowing down, and you couldn't help but wonder what she would look like after six months of American-style eating.

Rizu's Exchange (WG Story) Part 1

Part 2 and 3 will be available as apart of the WG Story tier

Day one:

It was a warm summer day when Rizu, our Japanese exchange student, arrived at my family's home. My overachieving sister had just left for her six-month stay in Japan studying at the Tokyo University of Technology, while Rizu would be attending MIT for the duration of her stay.

Rizu and I hit it off almost immediately. Her English is almost perfect, and we get along straight away. I ask her what she is most excited to see in America, and she tells me she is eager to try our food, as she has heard lots of good things about American food culture. She explains to me that her parents are very strict about her diet, always adamant that she maintains a slim figure, and she had only ever had fast food back home once, when she had KFC at a friend's birthday celebration when she was very young. We talk for a while about some of the different fast food chains in America, and I notice a sparkle in Rizu's eyes as I describe to her the many options we have available.

Once Rizu had settled in, I decided to take her on a tour of the city, including all of the best fast food places of course. "First stop, McDonald's!" I announce, as we approach the restaurant.

Rizu is amazed by the size of the menu. She studies the menu for a few minutes, taking in all the different burger options and the various sauces.

"What's a Big Mac?" Rizu asks.

"It's their signature burger, you have to try it!" I say.

Our food arrives, and Rizu grabs her burger and instantly takes a huge bite. Her eyes widen as she savors the juicy meat, tangy special sauce, and the crisp lettuce. She has never tasted anything like it before, and she is completely taken aback by how delicious it is. She eagerly finishes the rest of the burger, licking her fingers clean.

Next, we head to KFC, where Rizu tries the famous fried chicken. The scent of the crispy chicken makes her mouth water, and she can barely contain her excitement as she bites into the chicken. The crunch of the breading gives way to a juicy, tender chicken inside, and Rizu can't help but moan in delight. She savors each bite of the chicken, dipping it into the tangy BBQ sauce and licking her fingers afterwards.

Finally, we end the day at Wendy's where she tries the classic cheeseburger and frosty. "This is the best dessert I've ever had!" Rizu exclaims after taking a sip of the frosty. "And the cheeseburger is so juicy, I can't believe it!"

At the end of the day, Rizu is completely stuffed, but she is still smiling and can't stop complimenting how good and cheap American food is. "Can we go to more of these places tomorrow?" she asks.

"Of course," I reply with a grin. "There's so much more to try!"

Day two:

Rizu was eager to continue her fast food adventure and try even more new things. In the morning, we head to Starbucks for breakfast, and Rizu is ecstatic to see so many options on the menu. After browsing for a few minutes, she settles on a classic breakfast sandwich with egg, cheese, and bacon, a large iced caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream and caramel, and a blueberry muffin that is almost the size of her head.

As she takes her first sip of her drink, her eyes widen, and she lets out a sigh of delight. "This is so sweet and delicious," she says. "I've never had anything like this before." She slurps down the rest of the sugary concoction, stopping only to shove a bit of food into her mouth.

After finishing her breakfast, Rizu and I explore a bit. I show her around the campus, making sure to point out all the food available nearby, and before long she is hungry again.

After some exploring, we make our way to Burger King. At first, Rizu is clearly struggling to decide, but I can still see the excitement and anticipation in her eyes. After much contemplation, she finally decides to get both the Whopper, a massive burger with beef, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, pickles, ketchup, and mayonnaise as well as a side of cheesy bacon loaded fries.

As she takes her first bite, her eyes light up, and a smile spreads across her face. "This is so big and juicy," she says. "I can see why this is one of your favorite places." She can barely fit the burger in her mouth, but that doesn't stop her from finishing the whole thing, and the entirety of her fries. At the end of her meal, I notice her jeans are looking more snug against her stomach, and she is more sluggish than usual. We decide to head home, and sleep off the food we have just eaten.

That night, we stay in for dinner, and Mom makes a creamy chicken carbonara. It becomes clear that Rizu doesn't just love restaurant food, as she helps herself to two large servings, and finishes every bite.

Finally, for dessert, I take her out to the local Dairy Queen. As we walk in, the smell of fresh ice cream fills the air, and Rizu's eyes widen with excitement. After browsing the menu for a few minutes, she decides on a Blizzard, a creamy treat filled with pieces of candy and cookies.

As she takes her first spoonful, she lets out a moan of pleasure. "This is amazing," she says. "I never knew ice cream could taste this good." She inhales her frozen treat, finishing before I've had even a quarter of mine. I decide to feign being full, and tell her I have overestimated my stomach, and offer her mine. She is reluctant at first, but eventually accepts my offer and sucks it down similar to the first one.

As we head home, Rizu can't stop talking about all the delicious food she has tried. "I never knew food could taste this good," she says, resting a hand on her distended stomach. "And the portions are so big! I can't wait to see what we try tomorrow."

Day eight:

After our initial weekend of indulgence, Rizu and I had to forgo our meal trips, as we both were busy in our everyday lives. After a few days, we finally manage to find a day we were both free to hang out again, and decide to take advantage of the opportunity. It's clear that despite not eating out together, Rizu hasn't missed any meals as she has developed a small but noticeable pooch since her arrival. She requests McDonald's for breakfast, so we start our day there. She orders two Big Macs, hash browns, and a large orange juice. I notice how much her appetite has changed from when she arrived, when she struggled to finish a single Big Mac. "These Big Macs are just too good," she says, taking a big bite. "I could eat them every day."

Next, we decide to go to the zoo. During the day, we walk around looking at the animals and discussing our favorite exhibits. Around lunchtime, Rizu orders two footlong hot dogs with bacon, onion, mustard, and ketchup as well as large fries from a food stand. "These hot dogs are huge," she says, taking a big bite. About halfway through the second hot dog, I notice her slow down significantly, clearly struggling with the amount of food she is eating. Slowly but surely, she works her way through the last 6 inches, deflating back into her chair after swallowing the last bite. I help her finish the last of her chips, and we go back to exploring, though at a much slower pace while Rizu struggles to keep up.

For dinner, we go to a local pizza place. Rizu orders a large pepperoni pizza, some wings, and garlic bread. During dinner, she discreetly unbuttons her jeans, but I notice. Rizu works her way through her meal with ease, looking satisfied and content after finishing everything. That is, until I show her the dessert menu. Her eyes light up, and she is overtaken by her greed, and orders a chocolate fudge sundae. It isn’t until her dessert arrives, and she sees the size of it, she considers what she has done. As she works her way through her dessert, it's clear that she is quite full but driven to keep eating by the delicious flavor. Finally, she finishes her treat and discreetly lets out a burp.

As I get up to leave, I notice her looking strained and struggling with her jeans. "Are you okay?" I ask, knowing fully well what the problem is.

She hesitates for a moment but then admits, "I can't seem to get my jeans buttoned up." I can sense a mix of frustration and embarrassment building up inside her as she tries to suck in her stomach and fasten the button at the same time.

Without a second thought, I offer to help her out. She hesitates at first but then agrees, and I proceed to assist her with buttoning up her jeans. I can feel her discomfort as we work together to close the button, and after a few seconds of struggling, we finally manage to get it done.

"Thank you so much for your help," Rizu says, smiling. "These American foods are just too tempting and delicious. I can't help but keep eating." And almost on cue, she lets out a loud burp, and her face turns pink.

I laugh, "Don't worry about it. We all have those moments where our clothes just don't fit the way we want them to.” I say, patting my own bloated stomach.

That seems to cheer her up, and we head back home.

Lewd Fubuki

Fubuki from One Punch Man

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Early Access 21/02

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