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LiteratureOrana Part 2, Food DaysAt five in the morning, her mom was at the door, with another tray of food. “French toast, and bacon. I also made sausage, and some scrambled eggs to top it all off.” Orana found she was actually hungry. Though her stomach still felt sore, she thought she could easily eat the food in front of her. They were large portions, but not nearly as much as she thought. There were four French toasts lathered in syrup, as her mom had said. Then five strips of bacon, three links of sausage, and a plate of cheese covered eggs. Orana polished it off without even trying. Her stomach poked out, but not nearly as much as the night before. “Thanks mom.” She smiled, feeling better about herself. “Can I face time with Ogan? Her mom smiled. It’s not even six. Get some more rest or play some more games. Maybe watch TV. I’ll be back at eight for your next breakfast. “Maybe an omelet?” Orana smiled. She really should have known. “That sounds good. Ham and cheese?” Her mom smiledLiteratureOrana Part 4, HungerThe sun no longer rose before Orana had her first breakfast. It wasn’t even up before she finished it. She didn’t get to see the daylight shine through her window until after she woke for her second breakfast. This was Monday, but not just any Monday. Oran lay in bed, while her mom bathed her, looking out the window into the darkness. Her mom carefully wiped down every crevasse of her daughter’s body. And there were more crevices to reach now. Orana was long past her shyness. She spread her legs to let her mom clean her thighs and held her stomach up when it was time to get under the soft mass. Even full, it was an amorphas shape that easily slipped through her fingers. Her mom noticed some redness and put some pinkish cream on the line at her underbelly crease. “Tell me if that starts to hurt.” Her mom said. “Yes, mom.” Orana said. She smiled while her mom prepared to clean her her chest. Her breasts were getting bigger every day now. They still had the fulness ofLiteratureA Dream Came True Part 7, Settling InYou’d think after we finally said we loved each other things would have changed completely. Our slow burn romance could finally pick up. It didn’t work like that, though. It was true, we were closer after New Year’s. We talked more together, and when we did, it was more personal. I felt like we understood each other better, where we came from, why we felt how we did beyond our common fetish. As fun as that was, it wasn’t the basis of a relationship. On a level we both knew that. That wasn’t to say we didn’t enjoy Ronda’s gain. I spent the weekend making meals for her, and ever-growing amounts of treats to enjoy during the week. Once her holiday brake was done, Ronda went home with enough home-made snacks to last a normal person a few weeks. She finished them before Friday. She ordered more and more takeout for meals. I eventually set up an app on her phone that would charge me. She didn’t use it often, but she did when funds got tight. The results of her increasedLiteratureThe Trading Pact, Part 3 ShowingMaeve got home and gave Maria the outline of what had happened at work. That and two cheesecakes. She had stopped at the bakery near them on the way home. All the way on her commute, she imagined two things. Seeing the before and after Maria had promised, and stuffing Maria with as much food as she could. She hoped Maria would comply. Things had gone from bad to worse, to down right horrifying before it was all done. Their dinner was in the oven, but Marie was already eating her first cheesecake. It was, of course, a family size. Maria was baking a chicken, with vegetables Steaming for a side, along with a homemade rice dish in a special cooker. She had grown used to making a meal that could be healthy or heavy depending on how much of each portion you got. Maeve was telling the story of the goings on, after her worker was talked to. “I always knew he had women in his team doing jobs they weren’t cut out to do.” Maeve said, still angry. Guessing Maria’s question, sheLiteratureA Dream Came True Part 5, GiftsWe found our routine the month after Thanksgiving. We met on Wednesdays and texted each day. She shared pictures of the food I sent home with her as the servings disappeared. Then we’d spend Friday evening until Sunday at my place. I loved cooking for her, and she relished the food. I started increasing her portions little by little, trying to leave her just stuffed, filled enough to push her limit, but not too much. She talked about her kids, the girl who had a real talent for writing was submitting some work to a young author’s group. She talked about plans for the holidays, and she did her online shopping for her parent’s gifts. I decided to make something for them. I made a wine rack for her dad, and a set of spice shelves for her mom. She helped me stain and paint the toys for the kids, and unknowingly helped me make her presents. That had been fun. She had no idea and admired the color. Our time together was having its impact on her body as well. Her butt roundedLiteratureA Dream Came True Part 1, One more dateI met Ronda at a grim time in my life. I had been in what I thought would be the relationship from heaven, only for it to end so abruptly I felt like I had whiplash. For once in my life, I had been completely upfront about my interests. I like fat women, but I always fantasized about seeing a woman gain weight on purpose. I told her everything. My ex said she accepted it. She wouldn’t do it, but she didn’t run screaming. Maybe in the back of my head I though she might gain anyway. My ex wasn’t a thin woman by any stretch, and most chubby girls who don’t try to lose do eventually gain. Even if not on purpose, I was determined to make sure she didn’t feel bad about it. Apparently, I did too good of a job. She felt more confidant about herself. Confident enough to decide she could do better. I was absolutely crazy about her. I was under the missimpression she felt the same for me, I was wrong. I wasn’t making do, but she was. When she felt that she didn’t have to settleLiteratureA Proud Feeder, FriendsgivingJanice lay in bed on her back. Stevey lay beside her with his head nestled on her stomach as if guarding her in his sleep. The older cat seemed to understand on some level that there was something different with Janice. She had woken up earlier but was avoiding getting up. Morning sickness had become a regular part of her morning, despite the antinausea medication. She had started taking a B complex, but apparently not enough had gotten into her system yet to do its job. She brushed her left hand across her stomach just beside Stevey’s head. It was her imagination. She knew it had to be her imagination. She felt her stomach again, noting some extra firmness in the center. She was five weeks pregnant. She had confirmed with a doctor’s examination and blood test. Janice was given the list of things she could and couldn’t do along with foods she couldn’t or shouldn’t have. It was mostly fine. She wasn’t much for cold cut sandwiches anyway and the smell of fermented foods