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Emilia's Move to America (Vampire WG Story) Part 3

Emilia's body had undergone a significant transformation since the beginning of her feeding journey. Her once-toned physique was now unrecognisable, as her appetite had led her to almost double her original weight of 121 pounds. Her arms were now thick with layers of fat, her once-flat stomach was now a bloated belly that jiggled with every step she took. Her large breasts strained against her clothing, and her thighs had grown so chubby that they rubbed together with every step she took, while her buttocks had become so fattened that her pants were stretched to the limit. Emilia's once angular face was now adorned with a double chin, which only accentuated her swollen neck.

With her increased weight came an insatiable appetite that demanded more and more sustenance. Emilia now needed to consume four or five adults of similar size to herself each night to satiate her hunger. Her feeding frenzies had become more intense and frequent, as her hunger grew more difficult to control.

Despite the danger that her appetite posed, Emilia could not bring herself to stop. The feeling of satiation after a night of feeding was addictive, and the taste of the blood she consumed was a craving that she could not ignore. Her body had become a vessel for her hunger, and she was powerless to resist its demands.

Emilia's newfound obesity would come to affect her life in more ways than she ever could have imagined. As a vampire, Emilia was once known for her agility and strength, but her new body had taken a toll on her athleticism and hunting practices.

In the past, Emilia was a skilled hunter who could prowl on rooftops, using the elevated position to stalk her prey from above. However, her new obese body had made this technique impractical. She had learned this the hard way when she attempted to leap from one rooftop to another many pounds ago. As she jumped, her weight sent her hurtling through the plaster ceiling of an unsuspecting person's home. The incident left Emilia rattled and wary of repeating the mistake, so she abandoned the tactic altogether. Not to mention, in her current form she’s not sure she could even make the climb onto any rooftops.

She now found it impossible to sprint, despite her enhanced strength as a vampire, as her body was simply now too heavy. Her once swift movements were now a thing of the past. Even walking had become a challenge for her, with each step causing her thighs to chafe painfully.

She couldn’t rely on stealth to catch her prey anymore. The shadows and objects that she once used to hide behind and stalk her victims now failed to conceal her bulk. Even walking behind her prey was off the table, as her thighs would chafe too much, and she would need to stop to rest after just a few blocks.

Chasing prey was now out of the question due to her awful stamina. Emilia's hunting practices had to change, and she had to resort to picking the fattest, most overfed victims to have any chance of catching them. Her feeding spots became restricted to the local fast food restaurants, diabetes clinics, and college campuses with extensive meal plans, where she could find plentiful amounts of easy to catch, overweight victims. She was too lazy to chase down her prey, preferring to wait for them to come to her. The size of her victims meant that Emilia's weight gain accelerated rapidly due to their sugar-rich, fattening blood.

One summer night, Emilia was out hunting, struggling to find any prey to satiate her ever growing hunger. Emilia had been searching for hours on end, but it seemed that the streets were almost empty. In the past, she could always find someone to feed on, but now with the widespread adoption of food delivery apps like Uber Eats and DoorDash, the streets were practically deserted. The lazy, fattened prey she normally would feed on simply opted to stay home, having their fattening treats delivered directly to their door, rather than roaming the streets in search of them themselves. As she roamed the city, her hunger grew stronger, and her body felt heavier with every step. She was panting, and her thighs were chafing painfully, making it difficult for her to move around.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Emilia finally saw a pair of chubby college girls walking down the street after a night of heavy drinking. They were quite plump, but they didn't look like they would be enough to satisfy her hunger. Emilia had no other options, so she followed them, struggling to keep up, despite the two girls' sluggish pace. She was ravenous by this point, and her eyes were fixed on the girls, who were walking briskly and chatting loudly.

Occasionally, the girls would glance back at Emilia, who was panting heavily trying to match their pace. Emilia's improved vampire hearing allowed her to eavesdrop on their conversation, and she overheard them discussing her appearance.

“Gosh, look at her, she’s huge!” One whispered.

“You aren’t too thin yourself these days, you know” the thinner of the two mocked, poking the first girl right in her soft midriff.

There was a twinge of embarrassment in the other girl's voice. “Shut up! Look at yourself,” she snapped, glancing down at her friend’s round belly, “Besides, neither of us would ever get that big, I’m surprised she can even walk!”.

“She is pretty big, I mean look how much she’s struggling just trying to walk”.

“Exactly! How embarrassing, some people just have no self control”

“Quiet! If she hears us, she might just decide to eat us” her friend joked. Both girls couldn’t help but giggle, and continued walking.

Emilia couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, her once athletic and slender frame was now a joke to girls she would’ve once considered fat herself. But she was more focused on her hunger, and picked up the pace, panting heavily and struggling to breathe as she followed the girls.

Finally, the girls stopped for a cigarette break. Emilia slowly waddled over, finally able to catch up. As she approached the girls glanced at her, and noticed she looked strange. Finally, they saw a sparkle, and noticed the pair of fangs protruding from her mouth. They screamed in terror and ran in opposite directions.

Emilia knew she had to choose one of them quickly, so she chased after the chubbier of the two, who had run into an alleyway. Emilia knew this alleyway was a dead end, and the thought of finally filling her mouth with the plump girl's juicy blood filled her mind.

The girl made it to the fence at the end of the alleyway. It wasn’t particularly tall, so she started climbing. She was shocked how hard it was to climb, she was not used to exercising with her enlarged body. Since starting college, she had practically done no exercise, instead opting to laze around, filling her fattening figure with greasy foods and copious amounts of alcohol, and losing her once pristine figure. She cursed her college's excellent meal plan as she lost her grip, her body simply too heavy to heft over the fence.

Emilia was slowly waddling over, licking her lips, ready to sink her fangs into her prey. The girl looked around, desperate for an escape, and noticed an old boarded up window leading into an abandoned pub. She ripped the boards off, and climbed through. Her belly was tight on the frame, and for a second she thought she was stuck. She sucked in and squeezed through, her dress ripping against the exposed nails, and wiggled her chunky waist and thick thighs through. She had made it, and ran into the building, looking for a way out.

Emilia approached the small window, looking concerned. She knew she had no other option, and started climbing in. Her head went in with no issue, followed by her shoulders. Her breasts were a squeeze, but she made it, and finally came her belly. Her belly was her largest asset by far. It had taken the bulk of her gain, and as she pressed it against the windowsill, it became apparent she was simply too fat. She heaved, using all of her enhanced strength, desperate for her meal, but moved no more than a few inches. She knew by now the girl would be long gone. Defeated, Emilia gave up, and pulled herself out.

She pulled, and didn’t budge. She pulled again, and again nothing. She was well and truly stuck, her enlarged figure far too far for the narrow frame. As Emilia hung there, her belly stuck in the window frame, she couldn't help but think about how much her body had changed since she first came to America. Once upon a time, she had been the epitome of beauty and grace, with a lean, toned body and sparkling eyes that mesmerised her prey. But now, she was unrecognisable.

Emilia wiggled her fattened thighs, but it was no use. She was panting heavily, and sweating. She remembered her days of athleticism and agility, where she could dart through small spaces without a second thought. Girls as fat and out of shape as the ones she was chasing would’ve been an easy catch and a good meal in the past. Now, she was too fat to even keep up with their walking pace. She realised that she had truly become just like her prey, overfed, indulgent, gluttonous and enormous.

Emilia sucked in her enormous gut with all her might. Panting and sweating, she pushed herself with all her strength. The process was slow and agonising, but after a while, and with an audible pop, managed to squeeze herself out of the window. She lay on the ground, hands resting on her enormous mound of flesh of a belly, panting, entirely out of breath.

After a while, she finally succeeded in hauling her fattened self up. As she made her way home, Emilia couldn't help but feel defeated. She didn’t know how she would satiate her endless hunger in future, but for tonight, she just needed rest.

Emilia's Move to America (Vampire WG Story) Part 2

Emilia's hunger for the sweet, thick blood of her prey only grew as she continued her nightly hunts. She found herself seeking out larger and more plentiful victims, unable to resist the allure of the sugar-rich nectar. Her feedings became more indulgent, and she was taking in more and more each night.

As she continued her nightly hunts, Emilia's weight continued to grow. She was feeding more and more, unable to resist the temptation of the sweet, thick blood. As Emilia continued to indulge in the sweet, thick blood, the effects of her addiction began to show in her figure. Her once-toned and athletic body became soft and round, and she began to notice changes in her clothes. Tops that once fit snugly now strained to contain her bulging breasts, and skirts and pants that had fit perfectly were now too tight, digging into her plump hips and thighs.

Her weight gain was quite noticeable. Her waist thickened and her belly bulged with each feeding. Her once-flat stomach now jutted out, soft and cushioned, as she indulged in her addiction. Her once-toned arms and legs became softer, her thighs rubbing together as she walked, her cheeks becoming chubby and round.

It wasn’t just her weight that had increased, her appetite grew insatiable. She found herself hunting more and more frequently, unable to control her urges. Each night, she was consuming large quantities of blood, taking in more than ever before. Her victims were no longer just one or two individuals, but rather groups of people who provided her with a feast. She would drain every last drop of blood from her prey, relishing the sweet, thick nectar that flowed through their veins.

Despite these physical changes, Emilia was unable to resist the allure of the sweet blood. Each night, she found herself hunting with more and more intensity, her cravings growing stronger and her feeding sessions becoming longer. She was taking in more than she ever had before, unable to control her urge for the sugar-rich blood.

However, her increasing size was making it more difficult for her to catch prey that was fit and agile. As a result, she found herself exclusively hunting only those who were easy targets. The more overweight and out of shape the better, as Emilia had no problem overpowering them, not to mention the sweetness of their blood. Emilia has once loved the challenge, the thrill of the hunt, often hunting targets that looked like they could put up a fight. Now, she just wanted to get her next meal as easily and quickly as possible. She had become a predator of the weak, relying on her prey's inability to escape her rather than her physical prowess.

It was a typical summer night, and Emilia's hunt had led her to a crowded bar. As she made her way through the throngs of people, she couldn't help but notice a group of friends huddled together, laughing and having a good time. Emilia's eyes scanned over them, and she noticed that they were all overweight, with round bellies and plump arms. Her heart quickened, and she licked her lips, feeling a pang of hunger in her belly.

She approached them cautiously, pretending to be just another patron at the bar. She listened to their conversations, and soon found out that they were celebrating a birthday. Emilia knew that this was the perfect opportunity to indulge, and she began to plan her attack.

After a few more drinks, the group stumbled out of the bar, and Emilia followed them discreetly, biding her time. She waited until they were in a dark and secluded alleyway, away from the prying eyes of the public. Then, with lightning-fast speed, she pounced on her unsuspecting victims.

One by one, Emilia fed on them, savouring the sweet, thick blood that flowed through their veins. Their flesh was soft and pliable, and their blood was like a sweet nectar that she couldn't resist. She drank deeply, not caring about the consequences of her actions. As the last of the group fell to the ground, Emilia sat back, her belly now round and distended. She let out a satisfied sigh, feeling content and full.

Eventually, Emilia made her way home, her body felt heavy and sluggish from her feast. Her clothes clung tightly to her body, emphasising her curves and the added weight of each meal. Her breaths were heavy, and her steps were slower than usual, but she felt satisfied with the night's feeding.

However, as Emilia continued down the street, her senses were suddenly awakened by the sight of the largest woman she had ever seen. The woman was sitting outside a Wendy's, surrounded by piles of food, shovelling it into her mouth without a care in the world. Emilia's mouth watered at the thought of all that sweet blood flowing through the woman's veins, and she knew that she couldn't resist the temptation.

Emilia followed the woman as she heaved herself up off the bench, her every step struggling under the weight of her massive body. The woman waddled down the street with great difficulty, her heavy breathing echoing through the quiet night air. Emilia’s anticipation grew with every passing second.

Eventually, Emilia caught up with the woman and tackled her to the ground. The woman could not put up much of a fight, and was unable to get up, weighed down by the consequences of her gluttony. Emilia sunk her fangs in and began to drink. The blood seemed never-ending, and Emilia feasted, losing herself in the pleasure of each gulp. The woman's body was like a fountain, a never-ending source of life-giving fluid that fueled Emilia's hunger. With each sip, Emilia could feel the woman's vitality coursing through her body, the rich taste of her blood tantalising her senses.

As Emilia drank, she could feel her already tight skirt tightening around her growing belly, struggling to contain the growing mass of her figure. But the pleasure of the feeding was too great for her to care, and she continued to drink until she had drained the woman dry.

Just as she finished, Emilia heard a loud pop. She looked down, noticing the button on her jeans had popped right off, and the zipper came undone. Almost on cue, she let out a large burp, which echoed through the alleyway, and sent ripples through her plump body. She attempted to get up, failed, and tried again, again having no success. Her belly was so full and bloated that she could barely move, and she simply sat there for a while, rubbing her fattened gut and digesting the meal she had just consumed.

Emilia knew that she had overindulged, but the satisfaction of her feeding was too great for her to feel remorse. She had lost herself in the pleasure of her hunger and was unable to resist the temptation of the sweet blood. As she sat there, digesting her feast, she relished in the feeling of being full and content, her every sense alive with the indulgence of the night's feeding.

Emilia's Move to America (Vampire WG Story) Part 1

Emilia had just arrived in America, eager to start her new life in this land of opportunity. She was amazed how easy travel had become in this modern age. In her 150-year lifespan, she had never left Italy, but the tales she had heard of America had certainly intrigued her. A friend of hers, Esmerelda, had recently returned to Italy from a short trip to America, and had returned much plumper than the girl who left. Esmerelda's once thin and delicate frame had now become curvy and voluptuous. Her hips were wider, her thighs were thicker, and her belly had a noticeable pooch.

Emilia remembered their conversations about the thick blood and the changes that had come over Esmerelda's body during her travels.

"You wouldn't believe it, Emilia," Esmerelda had told her. "The blood is so thick and sweet, and there's so much of it. I've never tasted anything like it. Even feeding every night, and I just couldn’t get enough."

Emilia had been intrigued by Esmerelda's stories, asking her to elaborate on the different people of America, and where the best blood could be found. "It's amazing how different the people are from state to state," Esmerelda had said. "In the south, there's so much fried food and sweet tea. And the people are just so big and plump. It's like they were made for us."

"And don't even get me started on the college towns," Esmerelda had continued. "All those thin little things fattening themselves up with greasy pizza and beer. They're practically begging for us to feed on them. And the best part is, they never even see it coming."

As Emilia thought back on their conversations, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She was eager to explore this new land and taste the thick, sweet blood that Esmerelda had described. She knew she wouldn’t let herself go like Esmerelda had; after all, she had far better self control. She would just have to watch herself.

As she stepped out of the plane, the sweet smell of sugar hit her nose, causing her fangs to extend in anticipation of the hunt. She smiled, excited for what lay ahead.

That night, Emilia explored her new home. It was a warm summer night, and the streets were bustling with people, walking, laughing, and eating. Emilia followed the sweet aroma and soon came across a woman who had just left a McDonald's, holding a bag of food.  The woman was plump, with a round belly that jiggled with each step she took. Her arms were thick, and her thighs rubbed together with each step. Emilia's eyes lit up; this would be an easy catch.

Emilia trailed behind the woman, following her through several alleyways, keeping out of sight while still keeping the woman in her sights.

As Emilia approached, the woman sensed danger and bolted down a narrow alleyway, but found herself in a dead-end, surrounded by brick walls on all sides, with a chain-link fence in her path. She attempted to jump over a fence to escape, but her size made it impossible for her to climb over. Emilia closed in, sinking her fangs into the woman's neck and feeding deeply on the thick, sweet blood. It was like nothing Emilia had ever experienced before; the high sugar content was like an explosion of flavour in her mouth.

Emilia could hear the raucous laughter of a group of young women coming from a few blocks away. Her heightened senses made it easy for her to locate them; they were clearly enjoying themselves after a night of partying and feasting. She crept closer, able to see them more clearly under the dim streetlights.

The group was made up of three women, each of them with wide hips and jiggling bellies. They were dressed in short, tight-fitting dresses that emphasized their curves, and their makeup was smeared from hours of dancing and revelry. Emilia's eyes locked onto their necks, where she could see the pulse of their thick blood pulsating underneath their flushed skin.

She followed them as they stumbled down a nearby alleyway, giggling and leaning on each other for support. The smell of sweat and alcohol was strong, but it was the thick, sweet scent of their blood that had Emilia salivating. As they turned a corner, Emilia pounced, her speed and strength taking them by surprise. They were too intoxicated to resist, and Emilia quickly sank her fangs into each of their necks.

As she drank deeply, the sweet, thick blood filled her mouth and caused a shiver to run through her body. The blood was like nectar, and she savored every drop that flowed into her. The women moaned in ecstasy as she fed on them, their bodies slowly becoming weaker as they lost more and more blood.

As she continued her hunt, her eyes flickered back and forth, scanning the crowd for her next meal. The bright lights of a nearby convenience store caught her attention, and she saw a young man exiting, munching on a bag of chips and sipping on a large soda. Her gaze lingered on his round face and chubby cheeks, imagining the sweet, sugary blood that flowed through his veins.

Emilia followed the young man, keeping a safe distance as she watched him wander down the street. He was clearly overweight, his large belly protruding from his shirt as he walked. She was fascinated by the way his soft flesh jiggled with each step, and the sound of his labored breathing as he munched on his chips. She could almost taste the thick blood that flowed through his veins, and her mouth watered at the thought.

As he turned down a deserted alleyway, Emilia saw her chance. She darted after him, using her vampiric strength to easily overpower him. The young man tried to fight back, but his struggles were no match for Emilia's superior strength. She sank her fangs deep into his neck, drinking deeply of the thick, sugary blood that flowed through his veins.

As she fed, Emilia let out a loud burp, the sound echoing through the empty alleyway. Her belly was now round and distended, filled to the brim with the sweet, satisfying blood of her victim. This was definitely the fullest she had ever been, by far. She rested a hand on her swollen belly, feeling the warmth radiating from it. Emilia breathed heavily, fully satisfied, and relished in the feeling of her body being rejuvenated and reinvigorated by the rich blood she had consumed.

As she walked back home, Emilia was bloated and content, feeling the sugar coursing through her veins. She realized that this new land was going to be a treat for her, with its abundance of sugar and easily caught, fat prey. She smiled to herself, thinking that she could definitely get used to this new life in America.

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St. Mary's College for Girls WG Story Part 3

It had been 6 months after St. Mary’s had made their curriculum changes, and the students were entirely unrecognizable. At this point, the girl’s lifestyles completely revolved around food and eating. They would spend hours in the cafeteria, stuffing themselves with unhealthy, calorie-rich meals and snacks. The portions were now so large that the girls would struggle to finish them, but would never fail, unable to resist the temptation of all the delicious food.

At this point, their weight gains were now well into the triple digits, with some of the girls tipping the scales at well over 300 pounds. They had all given into their new size, embracing their larger bodies and reveling in their newfound love of food. Their once loose-fitting clothes now clung tightly to them, straining at the seams, and buttons would frequently pop open as they ate.

Teachers were also struggling to keep up with the girls' newfound size. They would often have to help the girls out of their seats, as they had grown too large for the small desks used by the school.

Wardrobe malfunctions were an everyday occurrence for the girls, with girls spilling out of their tops and dresses, struggling to cover themselves up. What was new, was the girls new figures threatening the furniture of the school itself.

One Tuesday, Sophie waddled to her desk in cooking class, her enormous thighs rubbing together as she walked, and plopped down onto the seat with a heavy thud. By this point, she was the heaviest girl in the school, though not by much, with plenty of other girls trailing close behind.

As she reached for her supplies, she heard a creaking sound and looked down in alarm. The desk legs were bending under the weight of her massive body. She tried to stand up, but the desk collapsed with a loud crash, and Sophie found herself on the ground. Her ample backside had caused the entire desk to shatter, leaving her sprawled out on the floor.

Sophie's face burned with embarrassment as she struggled to stand up, her chubby legs wobbling as she did. Sophie sat on the ground, looking up at the broken pieces of the desk scattered around her. As she sat there, she couldn't help but be made keenly aware of just how much her body had changed over the past few months.

She looked down at her arms, which were now thick and soft, with rolls of fat visible when they were at her sides. Her belly was round and protruding, stretching the fabric of her shirt to its limits. She could feel the fat on her thighs pressing against the fabric of her pants, and her hips had widened to the point that sitting in a normal-sized desk was a challenge. She was enormous.

Conversations between the girls now revolved around their weight and food, and they would frequently discuss their latest wardrobe malfunctions, most recent incidents of broken furniture, and the latest cafeteria offerings.

One day, as the girls sat at a long table in the cafeteria, they couldn't help but admire how far they had come since the changes to the school's programs.

"I never thought I would ever wear a size 22," said Sophie, the once-skinny student who had now gained well over 100 pounds, patting her gut.

"Me neither," added Lily, who had also put on nearly as much. "But now I can't imagine going back to my old size. I love food much better than being thin."

The girls all nodded in agreement, unable to imagine going back to their former, smaller selves.

Just then, a group of teachers walked into the cafeteria, looking flustered. They made their way over to the girls and gathered around their table.

"Girls, we need to talk to you about something serious," said Mrs. Johnson, the head teacher. "The school has received several complaints from parents about your weight gain and the unhealthy eating habits that you've adopted."

The girls looked at each other, feeling a mix of guilt and defiance.

"We understand that you've grown to love your new lifestyle, but we can't ignore the fact that it's not good for your health," Mrs. Johnson continued. "So, we've decided to bring back the exercise classes and try to help you get back into shape."

The girls groaned in protest. They had grown used to their new, sedentary lifestyle and didn't want to change it.

"But, Mrs. Johnson, we don't want to go back to exercising," said Sarah. "We're happy with our new sizes and the food here is amazing. We don't want to give it up."

The other girls nodded in agreement, and Mrs. Johnson sighed, knowing that this wasn't going to be an easy task.

"I understand how you feel, girls, but your health is our top priority," she said firmly. "We will be starting the exercise classes next week, and we expect all of you to participate."

The girls grumbled and complained, but eventually, they reluctantly agreed to participate in the exercise classes.

However, very soon, Lily, Sophie, and the other girls found it too difficult to even perform the most basic exercises. Their bodies were so heavy and out of shape that even the simplest movements left them gasping for air. They struggled to complete basic stretches, and their attempts at jogging or even walking at a brisk pace were short-lived and often ended in wheezing and exhaustion.

One particularly embarrassing incident occurred when the girls were asked to do push-ups. One by one, they attempted the exercise, but none of them could even manage one complete rep. Their bellies and thighs were too large, and their arms were too weak to support their weight. They flopped onto the ground, panting and sweating, feeling humiliated and defeated.

Eventually, the girls simply stopped showing up to the classes altogether. They stopped pretending to make an effort, and instead, they began bringing food with them to the gym. Bags of chips, candy bars, and sugary drinks became regular fixtures in the room, and the girls would sit there munching away, too heavy and lethargic to do anything else.

Ms. Johnson, who had become quite obese herself, had initially been enthusiastic about the exercise classes, hoping to set an example for her students. However, as she struggled to perform even the simplest exercises, she became increasingly discouraged. Soon enough, she too had given up, and joined her students in snacking during class.

As the girls continued to give up on exercise, they grew larger and larger. Their clothing became stretched and strained, and even getting up from a chair or walking down the hallway became a laborious task. They were resigned to their fate as morbidly obese young women, content to indulge in their love of food and avoid anything that required too much physical exertion.

In the end, despite the school's efforts to bring back exercise classes, the girls were too addicted to their new lifestyle. They preferred to continue eating and gaining weight, instead of trying to lose it. Some of the teachers and staff tried to motivate the students, but they were too far gone. The girls continued to eat, and grow fatter.

St. Mary's College for Girls WG Story Part 2

As the girls continued to indulge in the delicious, unhealthy food offered in the cafeteria, their weight gains accelerated. They would spend hours in the cafeteria during extended lunch breaks, stuffing their faces, discussing their weight gains, and comparing their now much larger bodies. Some girls didn’t mind their new size, while others were starting to become self-conscious and unhappy with their growing size.

As the girls gained more weight, they noticed clothes became tighter and tighter. Wardrobe malfunctions became a common occurrence. Buttons popped off shirts, zippers strained, and skirts became too short to cover their larger hips.

Lily stood in front of her closet, sweat already forming on her forehead, as she tried to squeeze into her favorite pair of jeans.She had just spent the last five minutes struggling to pull up her jeans, but the button and zipper just wouldn't close. She tugged and wiggled, trying to get the waistband to budge, but it was no use. She sighed, defeated, and called out to her friend Sarah in the next room.

"Hey, Sarah! Can you come in here for a second?" she called, her voice shaky with embarrassment.

Sarah entered the room, her eyes widening as she saw Lily struggling with her pants. "Oh my god, Lily," she exclaimed, "Those jeans used to fit you perfectly."

Lily felt a pang of hurt at Sarah's comment but tried to hide it as she asked for her friend's help. "Can you help me button these?"

"Okay, let's give it a try," she said, reaching around her friend's wide figure. They both pulled with all their might, but the button still wouldn't meet the hole.

"Maybe you need to suck in a bit more?" Sarah suggested, as they tried again.

Sarah pulled up on the jeans as Lily sucked in her stomach, but the button still wouldn't close. They tried again and again, with Sarah making snarky comments about Lily's size, and Lily snapping back.

"Whatever, Sarah! You've gained just as much weight as I have," Lily said, her voice shaky.

They tried one last time, pulling as hard as they could, but the force caused them to lose balance and fall to the ground. Lily fell on top of Sarah, crushing her under her increased weight. The commotion had caused Sarah’s own pants button to burst. They both lay there, gasping for air, before Lily rolled off of her friend and they struggled to get up.

After a moment, they managed to get back up, waddling and panting as they headed out the door and to their next class, their tight pants still unbuttoned. It was clear that they needed to do something about their weight before it was too late.

After their cooking class, Ms. Johnson, a teacher at St. Mary’s approached the girls "Good morning, girls," she said, her voice strained from trying to catch her breath. "It's getting harder and harder to walk between classes, isn't it?" The girls nodded, and Sarah added, "It's not just walking, my clothes are so tight that I'm afraid they're going to burst open any second." The girls could see Ms. Johnson had a similar problem, with the buttons on her top threatening to blow right then and there.

Despite the concerns of a few teachers, the college was content to let their new lifestyle continue. They believed that the cooking and eating classes were a valuable addition to their curriculum, or so they said.

In the cafeteria, the scene was chaotic. Students loaded their plates with mountains of food. The once-empty tables were now overflowing with students, who struggled to fit into their seats. The sound of buttons popping and seams splitting echoed through the room as the girls eagerly devoured plate after plate of the unhealthy food.

Lunchtime conversations often revolved around the girls favorite foods and how they were getting harder and harder to resist.

"I just can't say no to those hot fudge sundaes," said Amanda, patting her rounded belly. Emily added, "And those double-stuffed Oreos are just too good to pass up." They all nodded in agreement, and their faces lit up with excitement at the thought of their next meal.

"I just can't stop eating," Lily noted, who had gained over 50 pounds by this point. The conversation was interrupted, however, by a loud burp, followed by a loud pop, as Sophie, a chubby blonde who had gained the most in the group, sat back in her chair, and let out a heavy breath.

After lunch, the girls went to their cooking class, where they learned a recipe for Peanut Butter pudding, and of course, got to enjoy their creations once they were done.

At dinner that night, the girls ate so much that they couldn't move. They lay in their beds, groaning in discomfort, yet still craving more food. The addiction to unhealthy food had taken over their lives, and they were unable to resist it.

St. Mary's College WG

St. Mary's College was once known for its strict exercise programs and nutritious food options. The students were expected to maintain a healthy lifestyle, and their daily routines included a variety of physical activities and healthy meals. However, that all changed one day when the college made a surprising announcement - the exercise programs were being cancelled and replaced with cooking classes.

The students were overjoyed at the news. They had grown tired of the bland and tasteless food served in the cafeteria and were eager to learn how to cook delicious, high-calorie meals. The portions were also increased, and the cafeteria was stocked with junk food and unhealthy snacks.

At first, the students couldn't believe their luck. They enjoyed their new classes, relishing in the opportunity to cook and eat to their hearts' content. However, as the weeks went by, they started to notice some changes in their bodies. The once-skinny girls were now starting to become chubby, with soft rolls forming on their bellies and thighs. They were still in denial about their weight gain, but deep down they knew that they were no longer the athletic and toned girls they once were.

Sarah was one of the first to notice her weight gain. "I can't believe how tight my clothes are," she complained to Emily one day. "I thought I was the only one," said Emily, tugging on her skirt, "I can barely get into my uniform." The girls looked at each other in shock, realizing that their once toned and fit bodies were slowly but surely expanding.

As the weeks went by, more and more students began to notice their weight gain. Clothes were becoming too tight, buttons were popping, and walking between classes was getting more and more tiring for the girls. Despite the obvious physical changes, the students were too caught up in their love of food to care.

One student in particular, named Olivia, was shocked by her transformation. She had always been petite and athletic, but had quickly grown to become one of the largest girls in the school, and now found herself struggling with even the short walk between classes. Her clothes no longer fit her properly, and she often was seen ducking out of the dining hall early to avoid the embarrassment of her buttons popping open in public.

Another student named Madison found herself in a similar situation. She was once a star cheerleader, but now she too was out of shape and struggling to walk between classes. She was used to being active and fit, but now she found herself struggling to keep up with her friends and her clothes were starting to show the effects of her weight gain.

One day, as best friends Lily and Sophie were walking to class, they couldn't help but notice the changes in their own bodies. Lily could feel her thighs rubbing together, causing a faint chafing sensation, while Sophie had to readjust her bra strap which had been digging into her back all morning.

"Do you feel different, Sophie?" Lily asked, huffing and puffing slightly as she tried to keep up with her friend.

"Definitely," Sophie replied, tugging at her shirt which was stretched tight across her belly, "My clothes seem tighter every day. I think I gained at least 5 pounds in the last week."

Lily nodded in agreement, feeling self-conscious as she noticed how her shirt was straining across her growing belly.

The two friends continued to talk about their weight gain as they walked, discussing how they used to be able to run and play sports without any problems. Sophie was once the captain of the cheer team, and Lily had competed nationally for volleyball every year since she was 15. Now, they could barely walk between classes without getting winded.

Sophie glanced at the other girls walking around her, noting that they weren’t the only two with this problem. Sophie whispered, "Have you seen some of the other girls? They're starting to look seriously chunky."

Lily nodded, "I know, right? And don't even get me started on the teachers. I saw Mrs. Smith waddling down the hall the other day, her pants barely buttoned up.

Sophie shook her head, "It's just not fair. I feel like we're being set up to get fat, between all this food, and the lack of exercise we’re getting."

Lily sighed, "I guess we'll just have to try to make the best of it."

At lunch that day, they sat with their classmates, Amanda and Emily, who were clearly also having similar problems.

"I can't believe I've gained so much weight," Amanda said, looking down at her bloated belly. "I can barely button my jeans!"

Emily nodded, her own belly straining against her shirt. "And the worst part is, I don't even care. I mean, the food here is so good, and I just can't stop eating it.”

Lily and Sophie nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. They were all hopelessly trapped in a cycle of gluttony, unable to break free from their unhealthy habits.

Despite their growing concerns, the girls continued to indulge in the unhealthy food options. The cafeteria was stocked to the brink with junk food and high-calorie meals, and they found it hard to resist. They ate until they were stuffed, and then went back for seconds.

Zelda WG Story Part 3

When Zelda and Link returned from their journey, the inhabitants of Hyrule Castle were shocked by her new appearance. The princess that returned was not the athletic and petite young lady who had set out, but rather an overfed, bloated and downright fat blob.

The princess looked like she weighed double what she had just two months ago. Her thighs were the size of her old waist, and constantly rubbed together as she walked. Her breasts had grown enormous and rested on her round gut. Even her face was coated in a layer of fat, rounding out with a hefty double chin. Her gut was an enormous blob that was the centre of attention of her newly grown figure. It stuck out far in front of her, and jiggled and wobbled constantly as the princess would wobble about, out of breath.

Noone was more surprised however, than Zeldas parents. They didn’t understand how two months of travel could have done this to their once thin daughter. They had never seen their daughter in such a state, and they were immediately worried about her health.

Zelda’s first request upon returning was not unexpected: Link would replace her current personal chef. He had gone from being her sworn hero, to her sworn cook, and was tasked with constantly pumping out delicious, fattening meals to keep the much larger princess satiated. Fortunately, Link loved cooking for Zelda, and was happy to be able to help her in any way he could.

Zelda's fitness was significantly impacted by her new weight. She struggled to move around the castle, finding it difficult to navigate the many long corridors and tall staircases. She would find herself winded on short journeys between rooms. She instead opted to leave her chambers as little as possible, having her servants tend to her every need. They brought her her meals, her clothes and any other items she would need. She transitioned into a sedentary lifestyle, all her needs met by her servants, while she got to eat, enjoy, and grow.

As one would expect, this lifestyle only accelerated her gain. She grew fatter and lazier by the day, laying in bed and munching on delicious treats prepared for her by Link. She had given in to her gluttony, and wanted only to continue stuffing her face, not bothered by the consequences.

The consequences of her gluttony were made clear one day, when a royal tournament was taking place in the castle grounds. Zelda had skipped the tournament, deciding the walk down to the ground was too tiring, despite it being only a few hundred meters. However, all of Zelda's servants were left busy attending the event, leaving her to dress herself. She stumbled into her wardrobe, filled with clothes she had long outgrown, and struggled to find anything that would fit. She tried on a gorgeous green gown that had fit perfectly one month ago, but now the fabric was stretched tight across her expanding belly, the seams tearing with a loud rip as she tried to zip it up.

Next, she attempted to put on a beautiful blue dress with a delicate lace overlay, but the buttons popped off one by one as she tried to fasten it. She then reached for a regal red gown with a cinched waist, but the belt broke as soon as she tried to buckle it. By this point, she was panting, sweating and struggling for breaths. Dressing herself was harder than it had once been. As Zelda waddled back to her bed in defeat, she caught a glance of herself in her mirror.

Zelda stopped, and stood in front of her mirror, looking at her reflection in disbelief. She was used to her body growing fatter, but she never imagined it would get to this point. The once beautiful princess was now a mountain of flesh, her body spilling out of her nightgown in all directions. She struggled to catch her breath, panting heavily as she looked down at her enormous belly.

Zelda couldn't believe how much she had changed. Her arms were now plump and dimpled, her thighs were wider than ever before, and her butt was spilling out the sides of the nightgown. She turned around and gasped at the sight of her backside, which was now rounder and more massive than ever before.

She turned to the side and gasped at the size of her profile. Her belly was so big that it obscured her view of her feet. She tried to suck in her gut, but it was no use. Her belly was simply too large, sticking out so far that she felt like she was carrying a watermelon in front of her. She felt a pang of sadness as she realized that her once beautiful figure was now lost forever, replaced by this bloated mass of flesh.

With tears in her eyes, she waddled over to her vanity, pulling out a small hand mirror to get a better look. What she saw made her heart drop. Her face was round and bloated, her cheeks rosy and chubby. Her neck was thick and fleshy, her once elegant jawline now hidden behind layers of blubber. She had become a caricature of herself, unrecognizable to even herself.

Zelda let out a sob, her body shaking as she cried. This was not the life she had imagined for herself. How had she let herself get so out of control? She had become a prisoner of her own gluttony.She didn't know how to escape this new body, or if she even wanted to. All she knew was that she was trapped in this new, overwhelming form, and there was nothing she could do about it. Just as she was about to sink into despair, she heard a loud clatter from outside her room.

Link burst into her room, panting from running up the stairs. He held out a tray laden with delicious smelling treats, including her favorite pastries, sweet candies, and rich chocolates. Zelda's eyes lit up at the sight of the food, and she felt a warm sense of comfort wash over her. She had grown used to Link being her personal chef, and his presence always brought her joy and a sense of security. "Thank you, Link," she said, smiling. "You always know just what I need."

Zelda reached for a pastry, savoring the flaky crust and the sweet filling. She was still astounded at how much her body had changed, but she felt content knowing she had Link by her side, always ready to care for her.

As she ate, she looked up at Link and couldn't help but smile. Despite her physical transformation, he still treated her with the same love and respect he had always shown her. She was grateful to have him in her life and felt truly blessed to have a friend like him.

Zelda WG Story Part 2

It had only been a month since Link and I set out on our journey when I started to notice the effects of my travels. I was no longer the fit, toned and slender princess who had embarked upon this journey. Over the course of the month, I had transitioned from that thin princess to quite a plump and sluggish young woman. My body was rounder, softer, and more plump than ever before. My once slender waist had expanded, and my hips and thighs had grown wider and softer. My expanded breasts would strain my bras, and I had a small, but noticeable double chin. Most impressive of all however was my belly, which had grown round and plump. It rested on my thickened thighs when I sat now. I could feel the tightness of my clothes as they struggled to contain my new figure, and I often notice the way my belly jiggles as I move.

It wasn’t just the physical changes which were apparent, but also the changes to my eating habits. My appetite had grown out of control, and I would find myself constantly hungry, even after eating twice what my old self would consider a large meal. Link was undeniably an excellent cook, whipping up delicious meals using the ingredients he gathers from our travels. I find myself looking forward to each meal, savouring every bite. Night after night, I was stuffing my face with meal after meal.

My enlarged figure did not come without its consequences however. My fitness had taken a severe hit. My thighs would chafe while I walked due to how thick they had become. Often I would be panting for breath, struggling to keep up with Link. My body was not used to its increased size yet. What was worse, my combat skills had barely improved at all. Still, I was taking heavy damage in battles, and contributing almost nothing. Between my poor fitness and large frame, I was hopeless. And when I took damage, I would need to eat more to recover, making me gain more weight. It was a vicious cycle, and worst of all, I loved Links cooking so much that I was powerless to change it.

My shockingly poor combat skills were put on full display one day, when we encountered a Lynel in the field. The Lynel was huge, fast and ridiculously strong. I was no match for it, and after a particularly nasty charge, I was knocked unconscious.

When I awoke, it was dark, and the Lynel was gone. Link had set up camp next to me while I was unconscious, and I saw he was cooking up a meal, as he usually was. Instantly, a powerful aroma hit my nose, and I felt my stomach rumble with anticipation. I was ravenous, perhaps the most hungry I had ever felt in my life.

Link assisted me in getting up, as my increased weight made it difficult for me to stand, and he led me over to the feast he had prepared. The aroma of the food was overpowering, and I was met with platters of juicy meats, crisp vegetables, and hearty soups. I eagerly dug into the food, eating as if I hadn't eaten in weeks. I relished each bite, savoring the flavors as they burst in my mouth. I was in heaven, and every dish was more delicious than the last.

As I continued to eat, I began to notice a tightness around my waist. My belt was struggling to contain my expanded stomach, digging into my fleshy gut and threatening to snap. I was so enamored with the food that I ignored the discomfort, eager to keep eating. I continued to eat, plate after plate, until I was completely stuffed. However, my insatiable appetite drove me to keep eating, and I continued to consume more food. My belly became increasingly round and heavy as I ate. Finally, after my 27th plate, my belt could no longer containing my expanding gut, and with a loud pop, snapped right in half, unable to hold me any longer. I let out a satisfying burp, declaring my victory over the feast.

Link chuckled, rubbing my bloated belly tenderly as I leaned back in my chair, feeling incredibly full and content. I could feel the weight of my belly resting on my thighs, and the jiggling of my soft flesh as I moved. My breathing was laboured, and I dozed off, as Link kneaded my doughy midsection.

Zelda WG Story Part 1

It had been a few days since I had set out on my journey with Link. Accompanying him on his quest to save Hyrule was something I never thought I would experience in my lifetime. My days were now filled with adventure, danger, and a newfound appreciation for the struggles that came with it.

Growing up in a life of luxury, I was used to having servants attend to my every need. But now, I was out in the vast world, facing challenges and battles I never thought possible. Link was always there, ready to protect me with his skills and bravery. But even with him at my side, combat was challenging for me.

One of the first battles we encountered was against a group of Bokoblins in the forest. I was caught off guard, and before I knew it, I was badly hurt. Link was quick to act. The Bokoblins were no match for his experience in battle, and he defeated them with ease.

After the fight, he tended to my wounds, wrapping my cuts and bruises with care. Once I was bandaged up, we set up camp, and Link disappeared into the forest to find some food. Not long after he returned, balancing a pile of thick meats and juicy vegetables which was taller than his head. The aromas of the food filled the air, and I watched in awe as he transformed the ingredients into intricate dishes.

First, he made a succulent grilled fish seasoned with rosemary and lemon. He filleted the fish, seasoned it with herbs and spices, and placed it on a skewer over the fire. The aroma was tantalizing, and I was eager to taste it.

Next, he made a sweet and savory berry sauce that he drizzled over succulent roasted meats. As I watched, I noticed my mouth was beginning to water.

He then prepared a hearty stir-fry made with strips of succulent meats and crisp vegetables. He tossed the ingredients in a hot wok until everything was perfectly cooked and coated in a delicious sauce. Next, he cooked up a savory vegetable stew made with diced carrots, potatoes, and onions simmered in a rich broth.

He didn’t stop there, preparing a steaming hot soup made with tender chunks of meat and fresh vegetables as well as baking fresh bread that looked warm and fluffy, with a crisp crust. He mixed flour, yeast, salt, and water, kneaded it until it was smooth and elastic, and shaped the dough into rounds. By this point, I was practically drooling.

Finally, he finished by making a sweet and tangy fruit compote made with juicy berries and a hint of honey.

After preparing this feast, he set it all out on a log he fashioned into a makeshift table and beckoned to it.

“I can’t eat all of this myself!” I exclaimed, but Link simply grabbed my hand, and sat me down in front of the food. Again, he beckoned to the plates in front of me.

“Fine “, I conceded, “but I’m not finishing it all!”. It did look delicious, and I was feeling starved after our battle.

I started with the grilled fish. The herbs and spices complemented the natural flavour of the fish perfectly, and I couldn't get enough of it. I ate plate after plate, marvelling at how well Link had prepared it.

Next, I indulged in the savory vegetable stew, which was filling and satisfying. The broth was rich and flavourful, and I appreciated the variety of textures in every bite. I was beginning to feel full, but the food was delicious, so I continued to eat.

Then, I relished in the sweet and savory berry sauce drizzled over the succulent roasted meats. The flavours were well balanced, and I was impressed with how well Link had combined the sweet and savory notes. I noticed a tightness in my midsection but was too encapsulated in the food to pay it any mind.

I then moved on to the soup. It was warm and comforting, with tender chunks of meat and fresh vegetables. The broth was rich and satisfying, and I felt my strength returning with each spoonful. I dipped the fluffy bread in the soup, going through a whole loaf by the time my third bowl was done.

As I continued to eat, my body felt heavier and heavier. The delicious aroma of the food that surrounded me was almost overwhelming, and I couldn't help but savour each and every bite. I could feel the heat from the spices and herbs that Link had used in his cooking, and each mouthful was a burst of flavour.

I sat back, utterly content in my meal. I needed time to recover from the ridiculous amount of food I had just consumed. Link, however, had other ideas. He grabbed the stir-fry, and placed it in front of me.

“I couldn’t Link, I’m stuffed” I complained.

He simply gestured towards the plate, this time more aggressively. He had spent a lot of time making all this food after all, it would be a shame to waste such a delicious meal. I decided to have a few bites.

I struggled to sit up, grabbing my fork and stabbing it into the amalgamation of food. It smelled delicious. The stir-fry was packed with strips of succulent meats and crisp vegetables. I took my first bite, and I was blown away. This was the best dish of them all, it was amazing. The ingredients were perfectly cooked and coated in a delicious sauce. I couldn't get enough of it. I grabbed another forkful, then another, until eventually, the whole plate was gone. I couldn’t believe I had finished it.

The fruit compote was all that remained. At this point I was determined to finish everything and make Link proud. I tried to reach forward for the bowl but winced at a sharp pain in my midsection. It felt like a heavy weight was weighing me down, I couldn’t even move. Link grabbed the bowl for me and placed it in front of me.

The compote was the perfect end to my meal, sweet and satisfying, and a nice balance to all the savory dishes. Slowly, I ate spoonful after spoonful of the rich and tangy compote.

Finally, one bite was all that remained. I felt like my belly was going to burst, but I couldn't resist. I picked up my spoon and brought it to my mouth. I savoured the rich, creamy flavour.

And then, suddenly, I let out a loud burp. The sound echoed around the small campsite, and I couldn't help but giggle at my own embarrassing outburst.

I leaned back against the trunk of a tree and rubbed my belly, feeling completely and utterly stuffed. I couldn't believe how much food I had consumed. I was used to small, dainty meals fit for a princess, but this was a whole new experience. I was shocked at how much food I needed to eat to heal from our battle.

Link sat down next to me. He placed his hand on my belly and started to rub it gently. The sensation was comforting and relaxing, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and enjoy the moment. I could feel my body slowly digesting the food, and I felt a warm, satisfied feeling spread throughout my body.

"You're an amazing cook, Link. Thank you for making all of this for me." I said, smiling.

Link looked at me and smiled back.

And with that, we sat in companionable silence, other than the occasional belch, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. I felt full, content, and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead on our journey. I was grateful to have Link by my side, not only as my protector but also as my chef. I was looking forward to what the rest of our journey had in store for us.

Parts 2 and 3 available in the $15 tier!

Update

Just some upcoming changes and notes - nothing major.

Firstly, I'm going to start doing short stories which accompany images. These will not replace any current content. These will likely be 3-4 part weight gain stories with each part having an image/maybe a couple of images which corresponds to the gain in the story. I'll be posting some of these publicly on deviantart, and I will likely also make a tier on here for some of them (not sure of pricing yet). If that sounds like something your interested in, keep an eye out.

Secondly, I have been slack with the $5 tier, I'm aware. I will try to be better in future. Noone has commented or anything but I've definitely noticed myself. No excuses, just a promise to do better. To remedy this in the short term, I'll be posting a large dump of $5 tier equivalent images sometime in the next few days which should catch me up.  

Finally, I'm removing the requests tier. Noone is in it lol, so just gonna remove it since its kind of just confusing. I'll probably replace it with the stories tier. If anyone has requests, just DM me them, no tier required. No promises with regards to delivering them obviously, but if I like the request I might. If you want guaranteed requests for sequences of your own specific design, join the commissions tier and we can talk.

But yeah, that's that, I'll get back to it. Appreciate everyone who's a Patreon, hope you appreciate the stuff, more is on the way. 

Boa Hancock WG Sequence

Another commission for a $30 tier member. Enjoy!

Rukia Kuchiki WG Sequence

Rukia Kuchiki from Bleach. Commissioned by one of the commission tier members who was happy for me to share. Enjoy!

Early Access 1/02

Only one early access image this week as I'll only be posting this alongside the Hestia WG drive. Enjoy!

Emilia (Re-Zero) WG Sequence

Enjoy!

GF WG Sequence Part 3

Final part to the girlfriend WG Sequence. Let me know if you prefer these longer multi part sequences.

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) NSFW

Aged-up Yuri from DDLC

Nami (One Piece) WG Sequence

A bit late but I hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy! Will be posting the 2nd sequence for the week tommorow!

Melons

Big content dump incoming! Stay tuned.

Early Access 24/10

A little behind schedule this week, I'll try do a big content dump on here tommorow to get back on track. For now enjoy these chubs, featuring C.C. from Code Geass and Raimu Yumemi from Idolmaster. Should I do a C.C. full sequence?

Zero Two WG Sequence

A commission for one of my Patrons who was okay with me sharing. Enjoy!

2B WG Sequence (Nier Automata)

2B from Nier Automata.

Shhhh... Let's just pretend androids can gain weight.

Early Access 15/01

Featuring Asuka from Evangelion. Enjoy!

Girlfriend WG Sequence: Part 2

Not so much gaining in this one, stay tuned for part 3 sometime later this month!