Cheshire Grin
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~BBW, ~FFA, Mild ~Sex, Lesbian Romance, ~~WG, Stuffing, Feeding A young woman finds freedom far from home
([Authors Note] This story may seem a bit slow in parts and, well, it is, because its not so much a weight gain fantasy as the story of a cast of characters that indulge in that fantasy but have lives, loves, hopes and dreams outside it, too. Isla would never forgive me if I cut away at the story of her first love to make it into porn, and I take the desires of my fictional characters very seriously. So with that out the way, heres a story about love and food, two things which go great together.)
Isla dragged the second of her suitcases into her room, panting. Two large, heavy cases in addition to a pretty overpacked backpack had been a mistake. She had wanted to take all her stuff with her, though, and had adamantly refused her parents idea of driving down to the city. Mostly because six hours trapped in a vehicle with her mother wailing about how she was going to miss her little girl and her father sanctimoniously warning her of the dangers of the big city would have been as close to Hell on Earth as she could imagine.
So it had been four hours on a train from Carlisle to London, thankfully only with the company of her laptop, and then dragging almost her own weight in luggage from Kings Cross to the residence. Which was only a few blocks away, admittedly, but Isla wasnt exactly in tip-top athletic shape, a fact she ruminated on while she sat on her new bed, catching her breath.
She poked at the roll of fat spilling over the waistband of her jeans and sighed dejectedly as her finger sank into the soft flesh. Her mother had spent the summer doting on her eldest daughter all she could before Isla left for college, something that mainly involved food. Not that shed complained at the time, being able to spend her holidays snacking on home baking while playing video games had been a dream come true. Her mother had even managed to stop her dad lecturing her about her weight and eating habits for the three months, somehow. Yet it had undeniably had an effect on her figure, which had already been hovering around chubby even before the holidays.
She pouted as she released her long blonde hair from a ponytail, and chided herself for worrying about such a stupid thing. This is a new beginning, she thought as she looked out the window at the unfamiliar city, I get to choose what my priorities are now, and being skinny isnt one of them.
Almost on cue, her stomach growled, reminding her she hadnt had anything to eat since she left home except for a small packet of crisps on the train. She nearly laughed at the timing, and considered her options. Her mother had stuffed a box of cookies into her backpack, but her stomach turned at the prospect of having more sweets for dinner, shed almost made herself sick on cookies last night due to nerves. She decided to go out for some real food, which would also conveniently allow her to get used to her new surroundings.
She tentatively knocked on the other door in her suite on her way out, wondering if her roommate would want to grab something to eat with her, but the door simply swung open revealing an empty room. Whoever Isla was going to be living with hadnt arrived yet. She shrugged and set out, being hungry enough that she didnt really mind eating on her own.
The streets of the city were busy on a Saturday evening, despite the pleasant heat of summer having already given way to overcast skies and the chill of autumn. The places she passed selling food were also packed, she peeked hungrily into a Burger King she passed but decided against it after seeing the queue stretching all the way to the door. Pret A Manger turned out to only sell sandwiches, and she certainly wasnt going to have just a sandwich for dinner. She was getting kind of impatient by the time she stumbled upon a Pizza Express. She vaguely recognised the name, but couldnt remember ever eating in one. Nevertheless, they sold pizza, and that would do nicely.
Good evening, a waiter with a significant Eastern European accent greeted her as she entered the door.
Um... table for one, please? she said shyly. She wasnt sure he even heard her over the ambient noise of the restaurant, but he guided her to a small table and handed her a menu nevertheless.
She read the food on offer with a growing frown. She didnt know what half the things were. She could work out that grana padano was some kind of cheese, but she could not imagine what soft nduja sausage would be like. How did one get a soft sausage, anyway? Had she wandered into some sort of posh Italian place? It didnt look posh. She sighed, and when the waiter came to take her order she asked for the two things that sounded most familiar from the menu: dough balls and an American pizza.
She didnt know quite what to expect even with the dough balls, but they turned out to be little round balls of warm baked pizza dough served with garlic butter. They were surprisingly tasty, and quite filling, which she was grateful for. She grazed through them while wondering what her roommate was going to be like, and was somewhat put out when she found herself grasping at an empty bowl all too soon. She hoped her pizza was a decent size or she was going to leave hungry, which with the prices they were charging for the food would be rather frustrating.
Her main course turned out to be smaller than she expected considering the price, but when she finished it she was full enough that she was satisfied. Slightly too full, in fact, as she noticed her belly was being somewhat uncomfortably constrained by her pants. She felt a twinge of guilt looking at the empty plate in front of her, but pushed it away, remembering her commitment not to fret about her weight. If Im too fat for these pants, Ill just buy new ones, she thought, and in an act of defiance against her own worries ordered a slice of cheesecake for dessert.
([Authors Note] This story may seem a bit slow in parts and, well, it is, because its not so much a weight gain fantasy as the story of a cast of characters that indulge in that fantasy but have lives, loves, hopes and dreams outside it, too. Isla would never forgive me if I cut away at the story of her first love to make it into porn, and I take the desires of my fictional characters very seriously. So with that out the way, heres a story about love and food, two things which go great together.)
Coming Out in the City
by Cheshire Grin
by Cheshire Grin
Isla dragged the second of her suitcases into her room, panting. Two large, heavy cases in addition to a pretty overpacked backpack had been a mistake. She had wanted to take all her stuff with her, though, and had adamantly refused her parents idea of driving down to the city. Mostly because six hours trapped in a vehicle with her mother wailing about how she was going to miss her little girl and her father sanctimoniously warning her of the dangers of the big city would have been as close to Hell on Earth as she could imagine.
So it had been four hours on a train from Carlisle to London, thankfully only with the company of her laptop, and then dragging almost her own weight in luggage from Kings Cross to the residence. Which was only a few blocks away, admittedly, but Isla wasnt exactly in tip-top athletic shape, a fact she ruminated on while she sat on her new bed, catching her breath.
She poked at the roll of fat spilling over the waistband of her jeans and sighed dejectedly as her finger sank into the soft flesh. Her mother had spent the summer doting on her eldest daughter all she could before Isla left for college, something that mainly involved food. Not that shed complained at the time, being able to spend her holidays snacking on home baking while playing video games had been a dream come true. Her mother had even managed to stop her dad lecturing her about her weight and eating habits for the three months, somehow. Yet it had undeniably had an effect on her figure, which had already been hovering around chubby even before the holidays.
She pouted as she released her long blonde hair from a ponytail, and chided herself for worrying about such a stupid thing. This is a new beginning, she thought as she looked out the window at the unfamiliar city, I get to choose what my priorities are now, and being skinny isnt one of them.
Almost on cue, her stomach growled, reminding her she hadnt had anything to eat since she left home except for a small packet of crisps on the train. She nearly laughed at the timing, and considered her options. Her mother had stuffed a box of cookies into her backpack, but her stomach turned at the prospect of having more sweets for dinner, shed almost made herself sick on cookies last night due to nerves. She decided to go out for some real food, which would also conveniently allow her to get used to her new surroundings.
She tentatively knocked on the other door in her suite on her way out, wondering if her roommate would want to grab something to eat with her, but the door simply swung open revealing an empty room. Whoever Isla was going to be living with hadnt arrived yet. She shrugged and set out, being hungry enough that she didnt really mind eating on her own.
The streets of the city were busy on a Saturday evening, despite the pleasant heat of summer having already given way to overcast skies and the chill of autumn. The places she passed selling food were also packed, she peeked hungrily into a Burger King she passed but decided against it after seeing the queue stretching all the way to the door. Pret A Manger turned out to only sell sandwiches, and she certainly wasnt going to have just a sandwich for dinner. She was getting kind of impatient by the time she stumbled upon a Pizza Express. She vaguely recognised the name, but couldnt remember ever eating in one. Nevertheless, they sold pizza, and that would do nicely.
Good evening, a waiter with a significant Eastern European accent greeted her as she entered the door.
Um... table for one, please? she said shyly. She wasnt sure he even heard her over the ambient noise of the restaurant, but he guided her to a small table and handed her a menu nevertheless.
She read the food on offer with a growing frown. She didnt know what half the things were. She could work out that grana padano was some kind of cheese, but she could not imagine what soft nduja sausage would be like. How did one get a soft sausage, anyway? Had she wandered into some sort of posh Italian place? It didnt look posh. She sighed, and when the waiter came to take her order she asked for the two things that sounded most familiar from the menu: dough balls and an American pizza.
She didnt know quite what to expect even with the dough balls, but they turned out to be little round balls of warm baked pizza dough served with garlic butter. They were surprisingly tasty, and quite filling, which she was grateful for. She grazed through them while wondering what her roommate was going to be like, and was somewhat put out when she found herself grasping at an empty bowl all too soon. She hoped her pizza was a decent size or she was going to leave hungry, which with the prices they were charging for the food would be rather frustrating.
Her main course turned out to be smaller than she expected considering the price, but when she finished it she was full enough that she was satisfied. Slightly too full, in fact, as she noticed her belly was being somewhat uncomfortably constrained by her pants. She felt a twinge of guilt looking at the empty plate in front of her, but pushed it away, remembering her commitment not to fret about her weight. If Im too fat for these pants, Ill just buy new ones, she thought, and in an act of defiance against her own worries ordered a slice of cheesecake for dessert.
