Wish Upon a Star [WG, BBW] (Weekly Weigh-In #8) by Springbokkx, literature
Literature
Wish Upon a Star [WG, BBW] (Weekly Weigh-In #8)
My submission for week 8 of ExtraBaggageClaim's Weekly Weigh-In challenge/series/whatever. The goal is to write at least 500 words based on a prompt every week. This week's prompt was "Wish" Dejected, Ash trudged down the stairs into her dingy basement bedroom. “Bedroom” was hardly an appropriate term; her bed was little more than a sleeping bag on the concrete floor. Her face was weary, her body was exhausted, and her clothes were ragged and stained. However, this was more or less the best part of Ash’s day. She had a loaf of bread in one hand and a few slices of cheese in the other. It was dinner time for Ash. “How much longer can I put up with this?” Ash wondered aloud. “I slave away in the kitchen making opulent meals for them, and what do I get? A loaf of bread and a pitiful serving of cheese!” Ash took a bite. “It’s good, but… I want what mother is eating. I want what my sisters are eating.” Ash’s mother, or rather her stepmother, was a woman named Agatha, and she exercised
“One more piece… you can do it…”
The girl shook her head with visible pain strewn across her face, breathing heavy. She was at her limit, the mixture of pizza dough, buttery cheese and carbonated drink made her stomach extremely bloated and she couldn't fit anymore in, not one bite.
Upon seeing her in such pain I placed one hand on her bloated stomach and I start to rub it in a swirling motion moving up, down and her her belly,moving over the taught surface delicately to avoid causing her anymore pain. She started the rile in her chair in pleasure, my make do bonds limiting her movement. Her being dressed in only ti
Note: This story contains themes of weight gain and feederism. — “God, I’m such a fat pig…~! A big fat whale!!” The overfed, morbidly-obese hog woman exclaimed, while stuffing her grease-filled gullet. It felt so good. It felt so, so good. She couldn’t get enough, she just wanted to eat and eat and eat. She wanted to get so fat she couldn’t stand anymore; she wanted to get so fat her face was buried in flesh. She wanted her skeleton completely hidden by hundreds of pounds of lard and fat. This was her fifth meal of the day, her belly was so packed. A normal woman would have quit a long time ago, but not this one. She was desperate to get fatter. It was her one reason for living. This girl had always been a fat fetishist, since she was little. She would frequently binge, leading her to balloon throughout her youth. By the time she finished high school, she was easily over 500 lbs. with no signs of stopping. It scared her parents, they were worried about their not-so-little
[CONTENT WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MASSIVE FEMALE WEIGHT GAIN AND A LITTLE BIT OF SLOB (MESSY EATING & BURPING). IF YOU’RE NOT INTO THAT, YOU MAY WISH TO TAKE YOUR READING NEEDS ELSEWHERE.] Olga was a young, pretty girl of about twenty-five years of age. She had very light blonde hair, and constantly wore a smile. Her family had moved from a small Eastern European country to a small town in the United States in search of a better life, and Olga had now been living in the United States for five years. In that time, Olga had completed some community college. Olga liked the United States, but there were some parts of it she didn’t understand. And not just the politics, with which she never involved herself. Rather, the lifestyle of so many Americans. Americans seemed so busy, always running to and fro, always buying in bulk and using very little. Once, Olga saw her family’s neighbor carry an old television out to the curb. “You are selling that?” Olga asked. “What? Nah, it’s