~BBW, Eating, Stuffing, Sex, ~SWG - Ending a relationship and taking up a new job have big consequences
[Author's note: Here's my first attempt at WG fiction. I'm into normal weight gain, i.e. people eating more and gaining as a result, not Magic or powder gains, or force-feeding. Eating is the pleasure
Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think.]
[Revised fight scene in part 2]
Walking down the road in the centre of town, her mind still in a turmoil from her boyfriends none too polite or expected break up from her, something caught her eye on the wall she had just passed, and she turned to look again.
There it was, in neat lettering on a small paper affixed to the window:
She took in the window the note was stuck to, delicately shaded glass in a nice wooden frame, itself part of the façade of a French restaurant, Le Gourmand. She couldnt say for sure whether she had ever noticed the place or not however she had never eaten there.
Thinking of rent and bills she now had to pay by herself, and pretty quickly too, she used the same window as a makeshift mirror and dabbed at her eyes. Then she tugged at her hair and went through all those unnecessary motions a naturally pretty girl undertakes when she believes herself unpresentable.
She stepped into the restaurant and was greeted by a warm pleasant atmosphere. The décor reflected a good likeness of the interior of some mountain cottage, with much use of wood and other rustic touches.
A man, perhaps in his early thirties and slightly built looked up from the files in his hands with some impatience, that quickly turned into a warm smile as he introduced himself as Pascal. He stood to greet the gorgeous girl with tear-red eyes standing across the counter, the soft yellow lights playing on her black skin making her face seem to shimmer, framed by her long wavy dark hair.
Hi Im Kim," she said, "and I see youve got a vacancy here.
As she announced her interest in the vacancy, he walked out from behind the bar, with the appearances no doubt of shaking her by the hand and greeting her properly, but in fact to take in the figure of this Beyonce look-alike so that he might appreciate her more fully.
Above average height, and endowed with big firm breasts and a luscious ass that jutted out rearwards, maddeningly accentuated by her impossibly tight white hipsters. Most people would probably barely notice the love handles starting to swell out over her waistband, or the belly roll that formed when she sat down (as of course he invited her to).
*****
As he had counted on, her gorgeous figure swishing through the crowded tables and her charming personality as she served on clients brought in more of them; and as he had hoped she also showed an appetite that was more than healthy.
When she had accepted the job offer, she had promised herself two things. One was that she would ensure she steered clear of the pasta with its thick full-cream sauces, the wood-oven baked pizzas, dripping in oil and cheese and the best (she would discover) that she had ever tasted, not to mention the salami and cheese platters, the steaks and ribs swimming in juicy gravy. And secondly that she would work out to lose the flab that seemed to have crept up on her while she was dating that wanker.
Neither promise would be remembered or fulfiled
On her first shift, she managed to get through the entire evening without nibbling at any more than a plate of garlic bread, kindly offered by a bored cook. But as she did this without noticing it she drank over a litre of Coke between running around the tables. All the hard work however was undone when Pascal escorted the last clients to the doors, accepted their thanks for another great stuffing meal with a quiet smile and shut the restaurant.
Then he turned and said Right, staff dinner now, whats on Louis? addressing the last part to the cook.
Im afraid its just pizza today, but weve got loads of all toppings so just tell me what you want.
She looked from one to the other, and to the other staff in surprise. Staff dinner? No one had mentioned this, but when she saw the others ordering all toppings on their pizzas, any remaining restraints or resolve vanished. She didnt hesitate a second to join the fray.
Later, when they were done and sitting back, rubbing their bellies, she was the only girl to have emptied her plate completely. Looking down at her lap, she could see her stuffed belly bulging out, lifting her top to reveal a little roll of flab.
When she looked up again, she saw that Pascal had caught her checking out her belly with a smile on his face; she quickly cast her eyes down at the table in embarrassment, and tried to tug her top down. In fact, when Louis brought out the remaining desserts of the day that had to be binned anyway, she didnt take any. When she looked at Pascal for a sign of approval, she was surprised to see more of a frown than a smile.
Apart from that uncomfortable moment, Rose found herself settling in well. She got on very well with her colleagues, a small group of close people with only one other girl, Marie, who was a little softer then slender, yet not really fat. Her ass stretched her black trousers though. And although all the others were white-skinned (or pink?) she did not feel at all out of place and most of the guys made a pass at her, or brushed her more closely than necessary. Still it was playful and she enjoyed flirting back.
In order to take her mind off her ex, she was working almost every evening and some lunches too. The tips were ample and the amp[leness of her body was a passing tought. Within a month she had so far allowed herself to enjoy her appetite that she now snacked as opportunity allowed during the entire day.
One time just as she served a doctor his pizza, he was paged to attend to an emergency and left before she could box it for him to take out. She took the still-steaming pizza back to the kitchen. Thinking it a pity to waste such good food, she quickly cut herself a slice and wolfed it down. A quick look around to make sure no one had noticed and she guzzled down another slice, followed by another and another till the plate was empty in front her. She felt a bit dizzy from eating so much so quickly.
With a feeling of wonder at her previously unknown greed, she rubbed her stuffed gut with the satisfaction of a pig well fed. For the rest of that evening she felt more conscious of her swollen belly and was sure that people were checking it out.
Despite that, at the end of the evening, when the cook chose to cook her favourite, a 500 gram steak smothered in a thick cheese sauce, complete with a stack of fried chips and onions she was ready. To her surprise she finished off and then had 2 large slices of a strawberry flan (the second slice in secret in the kitchen where she had meant to throw it away).
When she sat in her car to drive home, she felt her trousers were too constricting and had to undo the button. At that point the zipper burst open allowing her bloated belly to expand out outwards. She looked down at her belly, bigger and rounder than she had ever seen it and slapped the black skin a couple of times, seeing the flab ripple slightly.
Upon arriving home she made her way to her room, kicking off her shoes on the way. As she started to undress, she caught sight of herself in profile in her full-length mirror, and stopped to take a longer look. From her ankles up, her customary black hipsters were stretched tight over calves that were certainly plumper than they had been only weeks ago.
Moving on up her legs, her thighs looked fuller, softer than she ever remembered, and the seams of her trousers were bursting to constrain her big round booty. Her belly, soft, fat and flabby from the combination of her stuffing and complete avoidance of exercise, rolled out over the waistband in a soft bulge around her body, from her back love handles formed round her sides and swelled out to a growing gut in front. The gap between her trousers and top had now reached inches, revealing her slinky ebony skin.
At this point she went into the bathroom and dragged out the scales, she had never had much use for them as her weight had always been between 55 and 60 kilos (thats 120 135 lbs for readers across the pond) and she wasnt really bothered by her weight. In fact a couple of weeks before the break-up she had weighed 63 Kg (140 lbs) at her boyfriends parents place. So when the needle stopped hovering at 75 Kg (165lbs) she was shocked. She hadnt thought she had gained so much.
She walked back to the bedroom and looked again at the mirror, thinking she still didnt look too bad. Her tits had grown plumper, yet were still firm enough that when she took off her top and bra, they held up nicely, so nicely that she touched them with her hands, and started to rub them softly, looking at her reflection in the mirror as though it were another person.
She looked at this woman stroke herself, her hands slipped down to her soft tummy and she rubbed there too, playing with her deepening belly button and feeling a tingle in her pants that made her gasp. She peeled off the hipsters and continued to feel herself up, feeling hotter and hotter until her hand finally slipped between her legs and she came with a force that dropped her to her knees, from where she let herself fall back onto the carpet where she passed out for a while.
After this epiphany more days passed. She kept on stuffing her face almost continuously and growing less and less caring of who saw her doing so, often nibbling on leftovers from the clients plates when these were still warm. Of course she was also still gaining weight, yet she refused to buy clothes in a larger size with the result that her swollen figure now bulged out of her clothes in every direction.
Soon she had an undeniably fat tummy and nice big love handles, emphasised all the more with her tight clothes. As her figure got fuller, she was very surprised to notice that the attention from her male colleagues did not wane; in fact the opposite happened as the kitchen staff were forever flirting with her and giving her snacks
(Continued in post 6 of this thread).
[Author's note: Here's my first attempt at WG fiction. I'm into normal weight gain, i.e. people eating more and gaining as a result, not Magic or powder gains, or force-feeding. Eating is the pleasure
Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think.]
La Gourmande
by Ssaylleb
by Ssaylleb
[Revised fight scene in part 2]
Walking down the road in the centre of town, her mind still in a turmoil from her boyfriends none too polite or expected break up from her, something caught her eye on the wall she had just passed, and she turned to look again.
There it was, in neat lettering on a small paper affixed to the window:
Serving staff required immediately. Please apply within.
She took in the window the note was stuck to, delicately shaded glass in a nice wooden frame, itself part of the façade of a French restaurant, Le Gourmand. She couldnt say for sure whether she had ever noticed the place or not however she had never eaten there.
Thinking of rent and bills she now had to pay by herself, and pretty quickly too, she used the same window as a makeshift mirror and dabbed at her eyes. Then she tugged at her hair and went through all those unnecessary motions a naturally pretty girl undertakes when she believes herself unpresentable.
She stepped into the restaurant and was greeted by a warm pleasant atmosphere. The décor reflected a good likeness of the interior of some mountain cottage, with much use of wood and other rustic touches.
A man, perhaps in his early thirties and slightly built looked up from the files in his hands with some impatience, that quickly turned into a warm smile as he introduced himself as Pascal. He stood to greet the gorgeous girl with tear-red eyes standing across the counter, the soft yellow lights playing on her black skin making her face seem to shimmer, framed by her long wavy dark hair.
Hi Im Kim," she said, "and I see youve got a vacancy here.
As she announced her interest in the vacancy, he walked out from behind the bar, with the appearances no doubt of shaking her by the hand and greeting her properly, but in fact to take in the figure of this Beyonce look-alike so that he might appreciate her more fully.
Above average height, and endowed with big firm breasts and a luscious ass that jutted out rearwards, maddeningly accentuated by her impossibly tight white hipsters. Most people would probably barely notice the love handles starting to swell out over her waistband, or the belly roll that formed when she sat down (as of course he invited her to).
*****
As he had counted on, her gorgeous figure swishing through the crowded tables and her charming personality as she served on clients brought in more of them; and as he had hoped she also showed an appetite that was more than healthy.
When she had accepted the job offer, she had promised herself two things. One was that she would ensure she steered clear of the pasta with its thick full-cream sauces, the wood-oven baked pizzas, dripping in oil and cheese and the best (she would discover) that she had ever tasted, not to mention the salami and cheese platters, the steaks and ribs swimming in juicy gravy. And secondly that she would work out to lose the flab that seemed to have crept up on her while she was dating that wanker.
Neither promise would be remembered or fulfiled
On her first shift, she managed to get through the entire evening without nibbling at any more than a plate of garlic bread, kindly offered by a bored cook. But as she did this without noticing it she drank over a litre of Coke between running around the tables. All the hard work however was undone when Pascal escorted the last clients to the doors, accepted their thanks for another great stuffing meal with a quiet smile and shut the restaurant.
Then he turned and said Right, staff dinner now, whats on Louis? addressing the last part to the cook.
Im afraid its just pizza today, but weve got loads of all toppings so just tell me what you want.
She looked from one to the other, and to the other staff in surprise. Staff dinner? No one had mentioned this, but when she saw the others ordering all toppings on their pizzas, any remaining restraints or resolve vanished. She didnt hesitate a second to join the fray.
Later, when they were done and sitting back, rubbing their bellies, she was the only girl to have emptied her plate completely. Looking down at her lap, she could see her stuffed belly bulging out, lifting her top to reveal a little roll of flab.
When she looked up again, she saw that Pascal had caught her checking out her belly with a smile on his face; she quickly cast her eyes down at the table in embarrassment, and tried to tug her top down. In fact, when Louis brought out the remaining desserts of the day that had to be binned anyway, she didnt take any. When she looked at Pascal for a sign of approval, she was surprised to see more of a frown than a smile.
Apart from that uncomfortable moment, Rose found herself settling in well. She got on very well with her colleagues, a small group of close people with only one other girl, Marie, who was a little softer then slender, yet not really fat. Her ass stretched her black trousers though. And although all the others were white-skinned (or pink?) she did not feel at all out of place and most of the guys made a pass at her, or brushed her more closely than necessary. Still it was playful and she enjoyed flirting back.
In order to take her mind off her ex, she was working almost every evening and some lunches too. The tips were ample and the amp[leness of her body was a passing tought. Within a month she had so far allowed herself to enjoy her appetite that she now snacked as opportunity allowed during the entire day.
One time just as she served a doctor his pizza, he was paged to attend to an emergency and left before she could box it for him to take out. She took the still-steaming pizza back to the kitchen. Thinking it a pity to waste such good food, she quickly cut herself a slice and wolfed it down. A quick look around to make sure no one had noticed and she guzzled down another slice, followed by another and another till the plate was empty in front her. She felt a bit dizzy from eating so much so quickly.
With a feeling of wonder at her previously unknown greed, she rubbed her stuffed gut with the satisfaction of a pig well fed. For the rest of that evening she felt more conscious of her swollen belly and was sure that people were checking it out.
Despite that, at the end of the evening, when the cook chose to cook her favourite, a 500 gram steak smothered in a thick cheese sauce, complete with a stack of fried chips and onions she was ready. To her surprise she finished off and then had 2 large slices of a strawberry flan (the second slice in secret in the kitchen where she had meant to throw it away).
When she sat in her car to drive home, she felt her trousers were too constricting and had to undo the button. At that point the zipper burst open allowing her bloated belly to expand out outwards. She looked down at her belly, bigger and rounder than she had ever seen it and slapped the black skin a couple of times, seeing the flab ripple slightly.
Upon arriving home she made her way to her room, kicking off her shoes on the way. As she started to undress, she caught sight of herself in profile in her full-length mirror, and stopped to take a longer look. From her ankles up, her customary black hipsters were stretched tight over calves that were certainly plumper than they had been only weeks ago.
Moving on up her legs, her thighs looked fuller, softer than she ever remembered, and the seams of her trousers were bursting to constrain her big round booty. Her belly, soft, fat and flabby from the combination of her stuffing and complete avoidance of exercise, rolled out over the waistband in a soft bulge around her body, from her back love handles formed round her sides and swelled out to a growing gut in front. The gap between her trousers and top had now reached inches, revealing her slinky ebony skin.
At this point she went into the bathroom and dragged out the scales, she had never had much use for them as her weight had always been between 55 and 60 kilos (thats 120 135 lbs for readers across the pond) and she wasnt really bothered by her weight. In fact a couple of weeks before the break-up she had weighed 63 Kg (140 lbs) at her boyfriends parents place. So when the needle stopped hovering at 75 Kg (165lbs) she was shocked. She hadnt thought she had gained so much.
She walked back to the bedroom and looked again at the mirror, thinking she still didnt look too bad. Her tits had grown plumper, yet were still firm enough that when she took off her top and bra, they held up nicely, so nicely that she touched them with her hands, and started to rub them softly, looking at her reflection in the mirror as though it were another person.
She looked at this woman stroke herself, her hands slipped down to her soft tummy and she rubbed there too, playing with her deepening belly button and feeling a tingle in her pants that made her gasp. She peeled off the hipsters and continued to feel herself up, feeling hotter and hotter until her hand finally slipped between her legs and she came with a force that dropped her to her knees, from where she let herself fall back onto the carpet where she passed out for a while.
After this epiphany more days passed. She kept on stuffing her face almost continuously and growing less and less caring of who saw her doing so, often nibbling on leftovers from the clients plates when these were still warm. Of course she was also still gaining weight, yet she refused to buy clothes in a larger size with the result that her swollen figure now bulged out of her clothes in every direction.
Soon she had an undeniably fat tummy and nice big love handles, emphasised all the more with her tight clothes. As her figure got fuller, she was very surprised to notice that the attention from her male colleagues did not wane; in fact the opposite happened as the kitchen staff were forever flirting with her and giving her snacks
(Continued in post 6 of this thread).
