69-word weight gain erotica... for readers with ADD!

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  1. Jan 2, 2013 #101

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    It was only yesterday that I plucked up the courage to tell about gainers. And that I was a feeder.

    Looking back, it should have been less of a surprise when she responded. “That’s a relief. Because I’m a feedee!”

    That’s why she looks pregnant, already. Before the reception even started, she ate an entire layer of the wedding cake.

    The really amazing thing is, she’s still not full...
     
  2. Jan 8, 2013 #102

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    "You've grown!" The formerly anorexic teen, who once weighed 85lbs, had doubled her weight in 3yrs! The last time Dr. Grough saw her, 1yr ago, she was barely overweight for her 5'2" frame. This years 35lb addition made her officially obese. "Stacy, your parents think you need a diet."

    "My boyfriend says diet is a 4-letter word," said Stacy. "I just need new pants."

    "I agree," smiled Dr. Grough.
     
  3. Jan 9, 2013 #103

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    He loves plump fingers and dimpled knees :wubu:
    Chubby cheeks that want a squeeze
    A triple chin and a neck roll
    Love handles too big to hold
    Arms that wiggle when they wave
    A growing appetite that won't behave :eat2:
    Soft round thighs, moist where they meet :blush:
    Strong teeth and full lips that love to eat :kiss2:
    A belly stuffed hard like a bowling ball :eat1:
    And, guess what? I have it ALL! :D
     
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    “Cheryl!!” I thundered, “You Must Go On A Diet! Now!”

    “but, but” she sobbed, “I like, I love being fat, and you, you said, I could never be too fat for you...”

    “Correct!” I continued. “That's why your new diet shall be cream and honey, cakes and candy, sausages and beer!”

    “Beer and sausages?”

    “Well, the wurst is yet to come.”

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  5. Mar 30, 2013 #105

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    Like all of these 69ers but this one is particularly good...
     
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    “Aversion Therapy” said Dr. Grough. “We'll cure your daughter's food addiction by stuffing her so full of sweets she'll never want to eat again.”

    A month later: “Doctor, I don't think it's working. She just keeps getting fatter!”

    “Oh no” said the doctor, as the massively bloated young woman waddled in, her wildly overfed belly leading the way. “I think it's working just fine.”

    I renamed the doctor after sassysteph's character... Hope nobody minds. Scx
     
  7. May 7, 2013 #107

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    “You, my dear, are clinically obese” said Dr. Grough.

    Cassie'd heard it all before. Unstinting are the critics of a former supermodel who gains a great deal of weight. Despite her perfect teeth, long black hair, and enormous breasts, she'd gone from a darling of the media to a figure of fun with a very food-swollen rump.

    Just how much fun, the doctor was about to show her.

    I'm abusing sassysteph's character once more. Scx
     
  8. Jun 2, 2013 #108

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    “Hi. I'm Adam.”

    “Eve. Where are we?”

    “Garden of Eden, maybe? Lions laying with lambs, trees feeding you fruit?”

    “Umm.”

    “And the beardy dude looking for us naked?”

    “I thought that was your grandfather.”

    “Well, you know. It's complicated. Have some more fruit.”

    “I've already had too much. I'm getting fat.”

    “That's true” said a deep voice from behind them.

    Scx
     
  9. Jul 6, 2013 #109

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    Abraham walked. Cindy drove a BMW.

    Abraham worked late. Cindy partied and ate too much.

    He found her well into a night of passionate gluttony with a wildly bloated belly, far too drunk to drive.

    So Abraham took her home to another passion, his lean muscles and her swollen fat frantically thrusting together.

    It didn't last. Cindy moved to London. Abraham's dating Tonya now; she eats too much too.


    One for those who complain about lengthy epics that never get finished...

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  10. Jul 7, 2013 #110

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    The alarm zinged again, and Amy wiggled a fat finger to shut it up.

    The servos swung into action, bringing her keyboard and feeding tube into position. As her lips latched onto the nozzle, her fingers started on her latest editorial against those starving peasants who had some problem with Hollywood heroines so fat they couldn't stand up.

    “The peasants should get their own damn food” she wrote.

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  11. Oct 31, 2013 #111

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    (Author's note: Here is a cautionary tale for anyone sitting near a candy bowl right now! You'd better move away while you still can.

    You know you are food-addicted when chocolate starts talking to you, and when you can't stop listening to its tempting pleas. I have some Crunch and Milky Way fun size bars right here, and what -- they seem to be saying something: "Eat, eat, eat, Tubs!"

    I realize this thread is for 69-word fiction, but this first one is 100 words, then the 69-word erotica.)

    "Fun Size Horrors!"
    A 100-word flash horror fiction
    for Halloween

    *****

    I cannot stop!

    From their bowl, the Fun Size candies tempt me into gluttony, “Eat us, Fatso!”

    “Leave me alone!” I scream, unable to stop gobbling them down, my waistline thickening.

    “Never! Eat! Eat!”

    “Oh my gawd!” I moan, my mouth full of melting decadent chocolate.

    The bowl refills magically, and my hands reach for more candy bars.

    “Soon, you’ll be Fun Size like us,” they chortle.

    “No, I’ll be fat!”

    “Eat up, Chubs! Fat is fun!”

    Just then, I feel my pants seams give way, a button pops off my shirt, and my potbelly bulges obscenely, filled with fun.


    :eat1::eat1::eat1::eat1:
    :eat2::eat2::eat2::eat2:



    (Author's note:And now for the more erotic version of this tale.

    This is what happens when you get your sexual appetite mixed up with your gustatory appetite. And right now, I'm kind of busy with some Halloween Fun Size Nestle Crunches and Milky Ways. They are calling for me from the candydish....

    Have a great day, and enjoy some delicious Halloween goodies whether they talk to you or not.)
    *****

    "Fun Size"

    A 69-word erotic feederism tale for Halloween

    *******

    From their bowl, Fun Size candies seduce me like a lover: “Eat us, Fatty.”

    “You little chocolatey devils are sinfully delicious!”

    "And you're growing chubbilcious! Eat us all, Big Boy! We'll make you Fun Size just like us!"

    "Mmmmm oh mmmm!"

    "What's wrong, Tubs? Growing a sexy potbelly? Don’t stop now.”

    "Ooooh, oooh, ooh, mmmmm!"

    The last one melts decadently in my mouth as I pat my bulging gut.
     
  12. May 29, 2018 #112

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    That discussion is no longer around, so here it is, a n essay I wrote many years ago:

    "This Memorial Day weekend . . .Make love handles, not war!!"

    A patriotic proposal by Zonker (aka GrowingLoveHandles)

    What we can all do to end the war is support a soldier boy or girl in getting too plump to any longer be fit enough for the service.

    If you know someone who is in the service, once they get back in the states, or before they get a chance to go to Iraq again, make it your private mission to cook for them and feed them, fatten them up a little. Our husbands, our wives, parents, kids, friends and lovers do not deserve to die in a meaningless war.

    Let's help them get nice and plump, so they can stay safe here at home.

    Make love, not war.

    Make love handles, not war.

    Already, the armed forces are having a difficult time recruiting, but if we can fatten up those who might wish to sign up, we can put an end to this useless war... Or at least, we can end the war for those we love - those we personally know who deserve to grow old and fat and have kids and grandkids instead of dying for nothing.

    The Congress and the politicians and the generals are going to let this disaster drag on and on. It's our duty as citizens to take action.

    This Memorial Day weekend, invite your loved ones in the service to a barbecue which will help pack on the pounds. Make some pies, and little American flags all over them. And keep on cooking and baking them all kinds of goodies....

    We can end this war if we all bake and cook and eat together. Love each other, take care of each other, spoil your friends, feed them well. Potbellies, love handles, fat rolls, thunder thighs will be our weapons. And we will not be defeated.
    *********

    NOTE: I hope no one thinks this call to action is just a trivial or silly exercise. Sure, it's kind of funny and stupid, but you know what? We citizens are so powerless, we need to find some way to end this crazy war. Let's think creatively, and support our troops by bringing them home.

    I realize some may think this war is right, and that's okay. Disagree with me. That's what America is all about.

    However, I hope you don't disagree about the following:

    For all our carefree society's crassness, commercialism, callousness, Memorial Day shouldn't just be a clothing sale and a picnic in the park. I'm reminding myself this weekend of all who will never return to our homes, our picnics, to our beds, to our family tables. All those from every war who never got back home.

    And I pray for all those who miss them in so many ways. And I'm praying for those who are still here at home, waiting, yearning for loved ones' safe return. The fates cannot bring them home fast enough . . .

    This weekend isn't just about politics -- much more important than those little arguments. Whether you support this war or not, I am sure you feel the same about the swift return of those who deserve to return well and whole, so that we may all become well and whole again.

    Have a great weekend!
     

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