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Amie Stuffing - BBW Stuffing Short Story

Another week had passed, and it was finally the weekend. Amie had been looking forward to this particular time all week. There had been a feast earlier in the day, and she was finally home and able to binge even more just to get as stuffed as possible. As Amie sat down in her chair, she felt her gut bulge out onto her lap. With a heavy sigh she unzipped her pants and let her belly expand as much as it needed. Her hands found themselves underneath it, and she bounced it up and down several times. Surprisingly, even with all the food tightly backed in there, she could still jiggle it just a little. Amie smiled with a slight grimace as she reme

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Kaitlyn's Corporate Weight Gain

College memories of Kaitlyn always painted a picture of a sylphlike figure diving gracefully into shimmering waters. Her golden hair flowed like a trail behind her, and her lithe body, toned and sculpted from years of dedicated swimming, was a marvel to behold. She was the pride of her college, the unstoppable force in the water, having clinched several state championships. Post-graduation, Kaitlyn was enveloped by the fast-paced world of corporate skyscrapers. The rigid structure of college life faded, replaced by unpredictable work hours, endless meetings, and the constant pressure to succeed. The pools she loved were replaced by swanky office boardrooms. The most profound change, however, was in her eating habits. Breakfasts transformed from light smoothies to heavy, buttery pastries coupled with rich, creamy lattes. Lunches, squeezed between meetings, often consisted of greasy burgers, thick-cut fries soaked in salt, and fizzy sodas. Dinners were elaborate affairs. With the

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First Person Weight Gain POV

The moment I walk into the crowded restaurant, the scent of rich, fried food wraps around me like a smothering blanket, the mingled aromas of searing meat and bubbling oil seeming to cling to my clothes. The clamour of cutlery on plates, conversations layered upon each other, the clink of glasses, and laughter, it's overwhelming, yet hauntingly familiar. A server guides me to a secluded booth in the corner, a refuge from the hustle and bustle. I appreciate the anonymity, this illusion of solitude in a sea of people. I sit, feeling the cool, worn leather of the seat against my skin. A glance at the menu sends a rush of adrenaline through me, a combination of dread and anticipation. Heaping burgers with oozing cheese, overflowing baskets of golden, salty fries, pizzas shimmering with a layer of grease, each item more tantalising than the last. I know the pattern, the routine. It starts with a single order - a burger with fries, maybe, or a pizza. The first bite is heaven, the taste