~bbws (Multiple), Eating, Feeding, ~mwg -A roommate is fascinated by helping her oblivious partner expand
“My word, what is wrong with me?” mumbled Danielle to herself as she dropped a stick of butter into the saucepan and squished it up with a spatula. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way, it’s never happened before.”
Danielle stole a quick glance into the next room where her roommate Jenna was listening to the Ace of Base. Jenna was a tall, voluptuous Scandinavian girl with wispy, light blonde hair so pale that it was almost white.
Danielle had been jealous of Jenna’s good looks ever since the two freshmen started living together at the beginning of the school year, but it was only recently that her envy had begun to turn to admiration. And now, it seemed, it was turning to lust.
One night, she’d noticed that since beginning college that Jenna had put on a little weight. Nothing too dramatic, but enough to be noticeable. When Jenna sat up, Danielle’s eyes were drawn to the tiny bit of soft pudge around her middle around her deepening navel. The sight awoke strange new feelings in Danielle. She was glad that Jenna was far from her home on the east coast, her family, her old friends, and most of all her boyfriend—it meant that there weren’t any other people around to distract Jenna from spending time around her.
As Jenna’s body bulged more with each meal, Danielle found herself becoming more and more turned on. She didn’t quite understand why. She’d never felt that way about a girl before. Danielle chastised herself again for what she was doing. Because these days Jenna wasn’t just growing by herself. Unbeknownst to the leggy blonde, Danielle had been helping her along…
“Hey, Jenna,” she called, her throat slightly dry. “Why don’t you come in here and try this sauce I’m making?”
“Sure thing,” said Jenna casually. She strode into the kitchen, her softer body jiggling slightly, provocatively, as she walked. As usual, Jenna was clad in a snug pink sweat suit, the sort made popular amongst hipsters these days by Jennifer Lopez, with big hoop earrings in her dainty ears. She wore it often, even as extra pounds accumulated on her hips and rear, making the sweats snugger than they used to be.
Danielle swallowed hard. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t right…but somehow she couldn’t help herself. Ever since she’d first discovered these forbidden thoughts about her roommate, she had started cooking…special treats for Jenna.
Of course, she didn’t tell Jenna that the cookies she baked for snacks had way too much butter and way too much sugar in them, or that the soups and sauces she concocted had so many eggs and so much cream, or that the French fries she prepared weren’t really fried in 100% vegetable oil but rather pure, simple lard. In short, she was secretly trying to add to Jenna’s ballooning weight, helping her to become fatter and fatter and, in Danielle’s eyes, sexier and sexier.
“Hmmm,” said Jenna, closing her eyes and spooning some sauce into her mouth. “Not bad.”
Danielle felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she saw the spoon disappear into Jenna’s mouth, envisioning where those calories would reappear on her thighs. Danielle was glad that Jenna was so easy to cook for – having been raised on a diet of Swedish meatballs and Swedish fish, she liked to eat anything that tasted new and exotic.
“What is it?” asked Jenna.
Danielle smiled, hoping that the heat she was feeling wasn’t making her face flush. She thought that Jenna must be the most desirable girl in the world, standing there in her snug sweats, her thighs slightly wider than they’d been at the start of the year, her slight tummy poking out between the top and pants, her swelling breasts pushing against the front zipper of her sweat top with every breath she took.
“It’s just an old family recipe,” said Danielle. “It’s, uh, soup. Yes.” Duh, thought Danielle, of course it’s soup. You’re so stupid! Jenna is totally going to catch on that you’re just making stuff up as an excuse to feed her!
But Jenna didn’t seem to care. Grinning mischievously, she bent down to grab another spoonful.
“This is good,” she said. “You’re a great cook, Danielle. It’s a good thing I don’t gain weight or I’d be a whale on all this great stuff. It’s just the thing I need to give me the strength to go shopping at IKEA tonight. I think I might buy some legos there. And afterwards I need to pick up a Bjork album.”
“But Bjork is Icelandic!”
”Oh, right. Well, then I’ll get some Abba.”
Danielle bit her lip and smiled again as Jenna sipped her third spoonful. Jenna might think she could eat anything and not gain weight but Danielle knew better. She just hoped that Jenna didn’t change her attitude until she was too round to do anything about it.
****
And it didn’t. Despite her increasing girth over the next few months, Jenna seemed completely oblivious to Danielle’s schemes. She never bought new clothes, instead preferring to stuff herself into her increasingly tight old garments. Danielle continued to ply her with tasty, high calorie goodies at every opportunity. Danielle made dinner every night, buttery pasta dishes, and fried chicken and anything she could think of that was guaranteed to add inches to Jenna’s beautiful, inflating figure. Afterwards, Danielle was always sure to have some delicious dessert dish planned. Jenna usually protested that she wasn’t hungry, but then relented with a little coaxing from her roommate.
“No, really, I’m totally stuffed tonight,” said Jenna, rubbing her rounded belly for emphasis. “Look at how my stomach sticks out. I’ve eaten way too much already.”
She raised her shirt to peer at her tummy. Indeed, her pale, ivory midsection bulged out like an overfull water balloon, but Jenna attributed that only to having just eaten a large meal and not to her new, higher weight.
“Come on, Jenna, I went through all this trouble to make a really great soufflé. You’ll be missing out!” Danielle ran back to the kitchen to retrieve the dessert. She came back, beaming, carrying a huge dish of soufflé.
Jenna shook her head, her wispy blonde hair swishing, as Danielle pulled the top of the soufflé dish. “No, no, I mean it tonight. I’m really full. I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“Oh…okay.” Danielle put on her best puppy dog eyes and started to cover up the soufflé. She looked like she was going to cry. Jenna couldn’t stand that. She was a sweet girl and, since it looked like Danielle’s heart just might break, she decided she had to at least taste it.
“Fine, Danielle, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have a bite.”
“Yay!” Danielle’s mood immediately perked up.
Heh heh, sucker, she thought, works every time.
She scooped out a huge dollop and dropped it on Jenna’s plate. And then a much smaller dollop for her own plate. She ate a little, but mainly she just watched Jenna.
When Danielle had first met her, Jenna had been womanly. Under Danielle’s surreptitious fattening regime she’d plumped up substantially and now verged on chubby. Her flat belly had slowly grown, extending outward until she had a slight, soft paunch. She’d developed flabby love handles at her sides that hung over the waist of her low-rise sweats.
In the back, Jenna’s ass had grown as well. She still wore the same pink sweatsuit, except now it didn’t cover her nearly as well. She left the top unzipped (“That’s the style,” said Jenna, but Danielle suspected that her expanded knockers were too big to allow it to zip completely) and wore a tight white tank top underneath.
The tank top creased around her ample, wobbling boobs and the jiggly, fleshy rolls of her stomach. Her wide, round rump filled back of her sweatpants, so that when she walked Danielle could easily see the curves of her ample butt cheeks. Jenna’s pretty, pale face sported an obvious double chin when she looked down.
“Man,” said Jenna with gusto, her mouth full of dessert. “This is the best! I
know I said I was full but I’m sure I can make some room for this.”
She stuffed another forkful into her already bulging cheeks, and smiled, cream dribbling from her mouth.
“I knew you’d like it,” purred Danielle happily. She grinned evilly and looked her roommate over again. She didn’t know how much Jenna weighed—she didn’t want to bring it up, since if she did Jenna might finally realize she was seriously getting fat and try to change her eating habits—but she’d definitely increased in size since the start of the school year. Danielle groaned quietly, feeling herself getting slippery again.
Not here, not now, she thought desperately. Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about Jenna and her beautiful, beautiful flesh…that tasty, fleshy ass…that perfect bloated gut…getting bigger and bigger every day.
Danielle imagined how those sweats would look in another month, so tight that they strained at the seams, creaking as Jenna lumbered around the apartment, slowly fraying and tearing. And if Jenna got even bigger, those clothes would be literally splitting apart, plump jugs and tubby belly spilling out.
Control yourself, thought Danielle, this is getting ridiculous. You can’t go on like this. You’ve got to stop. You can’t keep stuffing Jenna until she explodes. You’ve got to call this whole thing off.
Jenna – Freshman Year
By Mollycoddles and The Owl
(Editor’s note: Because of its similarity in title to a well known serial on this site and the fact that it was incomplete, this story was never previously migrated to the Dimensions library. Now, with added material and a slight name change, it can be.
By Mollycoddles and The Owl
(Editor’s note: Because of its similarity in title to a well known serial on this site and the fact that it was incomplete, this story was never previously migrated to the Dimensions library. Now, with added material and a slight name change, it can be.
“My word, what is wrong with me?” mumbled Danielle to herself as she dropped a stick of butter into the saucepan and squished it up with a spatula. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way, it’s never happened before.”
Danielle stole a quick glance into the next room where her roommate Jenna was listening to the Ace of Base. Jenna was a tall, voluptuous Scandinavian girl with wispy, light blonde hair so pale that it was almost white.
Danielle had been jealous of Jenna’s good looks ever since the two freshmen started living together at the beginning of the school year, but it was only recently that her envy had begun to turn to admiration. And now, it seemed, it was turning to lust.
One night, she’d noticed that since beginning college that Jenna had put on a little weight. Nothing too dramatic, but enough to be noticeable. When Jenna sat up, Danielle’s eyes were drawn to the tiny bit of soft pudge around her middle around her deepening navel. The sight awoke strange new feelings in Danielle. She was glad that Jenna was far from her home on the east coast, her family, her old friends, and most of all her boyfriend—it meant that there weren’t any other people around to distract Jenna from spending time around her.
As Jenna’s body bulged more with each meal, Danielle found herself becoming more and more turned on. She didn’t quite understand why. She’d never felt that way about a girl before. Danielle chastised herself again for what she was doing. Because these days Jenna wasn’t just growing by herself. Unbeknownst to the leggy blonde, Danielle had been helping her along…
“Hey, Jenna,” she called, her throat slightly dry. “Why don’t you come in here and try this sauce I’m making?”
“Sure thing,” said Jenna casually. She strode into the kitchen, her softer body jiggling slightly, provocatively, as she walked. As usual, Jenna was clad in a snug pink sweat suit, the sort made popular amongst hipsters these days by Jennifer Lopez, with big hoop earrings in her dainty ears. She wore it often, even as extra pounds accumulated on her hips and rear, making the sweats snugger than they used to be.
Danielle swallowed hard. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t right…but somehow she couldn’t help herself. Ever since she’d first discovered these forbidden thoughts about her roommate, she had started cooking…special treats for Jenna.
Of course, she didn’t tell Jenna that the cookies she baked for snacks had way too much butter and way too much sugar in them, or that the soups and sauces she concocted had so many eggs and so much cream, or that the French fries she prepared weren’t really fried in 100% vegetable oil but rather pure, simple lard. In short, she was secretly trying to add to Jenna’s ballooning weight, helping her to become fatter and fatter and, in Danielle’s eyes, sexier and sexier.
“Hmmm,” said Jenna, closing her eyes and spooning some sauce into her mouth. “Not bad.”
Danielle felt her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she saw the spoon disappear into Jenna’s mouth, envisioning where those calories would reappear on her thighs. Danielle was glad that Jenna was so easy to cook for – having been raised on a diet of Swedish meatballs and Swedish fish, she liked to eat anything that tasted new and exotic.
“What is it?” asked Jenna.
Danielle smiled, hoping that the heat she was feeling wasn’t making her face flush. She thought that Jenna must be the most desirable girl in the world, standing there in her snug sweats, her thighs slightly wider than they’d been at the start of the year, her slight tummy poking out between the top and pants, her swelling breasts pushing against the front zipper of her sweat top with every breath she took.
“It’s just an old family recipe,” said Danielle. “It’s, uh, soup. Yes.” Duh, thought Danielle, of course it’s soup. You’re so stupid! Jenna is totally going to catch on that you’re just making stuff up as an excuse to feed her!
But Jenna didn’t seem to care. Grinning mischievously, she bent down to grab another spoonful.
“This is good,” she said. “You’re a great cook, Danielle. It’s a good thing I don’t gain weight or I’d be a whale on all this great stuff. It’s just the thing I need to give me the strength to go shopping at IKEA tonight. I think I might buy some legos there. And afterwards I need to pick up a Bjork album.”
“But Bjork is Icelandic!”
”Oh, right. Well, then I’ll get some Abba.”
Danielle bit her lip and smiled again as Jenna sipped her third spoonful. Jenna might think she could eat anything and not gain weight but Danielle knew better. She just hoped that Jenna didn’t change her attitude until she was too round to do anything about it.
****
And it didn’t. Despite her increasing girth over the next few months, Jenna seemed completely oblivious to Danielle’s schemes. She never bought new clothes, instead preferring to stuff herself into her increasingly tight old garments. Danielle continued to ply her with tasty, high calorie goodies at every opportunity. Danielle made dinner every night, buttery pasta dishes, and fried chicken and anything she could think of that was guaranteed to add inches to Jenna’s beautiful, inflating figure. Afterwards, Danielle was always sure to have some delicious dessert dish planned. Jenna usually protested that she wasn’t hungry, but then relented with a little coaxing from her roommate.
“No, really, I’m totally stuffed tonight,” said Jenna, rubbing her rounded belly for emphasis. “Look at how my stomach sticks out. I’ve eaten way too much already.”
She raised her shirt to peer at her tummy. Indeed, her pale, ivory midsection bulged out like an overfull water balloon, but Jenna attributed that only to having just eaten a large meal and not to her new, higher weight.
“Come on, Jenna, I went through all this trouble to make a really great soufflé. You’ll be missing out!” Danielle ran back to the kitchen to retrieve the dessert. She came back, beaming, carrying a huge dish of soufflé.
Jenna shook her head, her wispy blonde hair swishing, as Danielle pulled the top of the soufflé dish. “No, no, I mean it tonight. I’m really full. I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“Oh…okay.” Danielle put on her best puppy dog eyes and started to cover up the soufflé. She looked like she was going to cry. Jenna couldn’t stand that. She was a sweet girl and, since it looked like Danielle’s heart just might break, she decided she had to at least taste it.
“Fine, Danielle, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have a bite.”
“Yay!” Danielle’s mood immediately perked up.
Heh heh, sucker, she thought, works every time.
She scooped out a huge dollop and dropped it on Jenna’s plate. And then a much smaller dollop for her own plate. She ate a little, but mainly she just watched Jenna.
When Danielle had first met her, Jenna had been womanly. Under Danielle’s surreptitious fattening regime she’d plumped up substantially and now verged on chubby. Her flat belly had slowly grown, extending outward until she had a slight, soft paunch. She’d developed flabby love handles at her sides that hung over the waist of her low-rise sweats.
In the back, Jenna’s ass had grown as well. She still wore the same pink sweatsuit, except now it didn’t cover her nearly as well. She left the top unzipped (“That’s the style,” said Jenna, but Danielle suspected that her expanded knockers were too big to allow it to zip completely) and wore a tight white tank top underneath.
The tank top creased around her ample, wobbling boobs and the jiggly, fleshy rolls of her stomach. Her wide, round rump filled back of her sweatpants, so that when she walked Danielle could easily see the curves of her ample butt cheeks. Jenna’s pretty, pale face sported an obvious double chin when she looked down.
“Man,” said Jenna with gusto, her mouth full of dessert. “This is the best! I
know I said I was full but I’m sure I can make some room for this.”
She stuffed another forkful into her already bulging cheeks, and smiled, cream dribbling from her mouth.
“I knew you’d like it,” purred Danielle happily. She grinned evilly and looked her roommate over again. She didn’t know how much Jenna weighed—she didn’t want to bring it up, since if she did Jenna might finally realize she was seriously getting fat and try to change her eating habits—but she’d definitely increased in size since the start of the school year. Danielle groaned quietly, feeling herself getting slippery again.
Not here, not now, she thought desperately. Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about Jenna and her beautiful, beautiful flesh…that tasty, fleshy ass…that perfect bloated gut…getting bigger and bigger every day.
Danielle imagined how those sweats would look in another month, so tight that they strained at the seams, creaking as Jenna lumbered around the apartment, slowly fraying and tearing. And if Jenna got even bigger, those clothes would be literally splitting apart, plump jugs and tubby belly spilling out.
Control yourself, thought Danielle, this is getting ridiculous. You can’t go on like this. You’ve got to stop. You can’t keep stuffing Jenna until she explodes. You’ve got to call this whole thing off.
