The Cursed Weight Gain Dream by Mashuky, literature
Literature
The Cursed Weight Gain Dream
Jenny didn’t believe in witchcraft.
Raised an atheist, she had always felt certain that spells and magic of any description were resolutely confined to the domain of fiction. Over the course of her miserable seventeenth year of life, however, her faith, or more accurately her lack of it, was shaken.
She’d started to have dreams. Every night, she dreamt the same thing; she’d be sitting in a majestic banquet hall, alone at a table that bowed under the weight of more food that any one person could hope to eat. And every night, the delicious scent of this fictional feast was so great that she couldn’t help but dig in with
In a place between the empty spaces of the world, a girl sat at a chessboard with a demon. The monster was huge and hulking, all pale green skin and twisted horns and little yellow eyes. The girl was small and slight, brown-skinned, black-haired, and afraid, and as she looked up at the demon looming across the table her cheeks were pallid with fear. Her clothes were strange; a huge, oversized pair of leggings and a top so massive she was almost buried within the billowing fabric, the slight breeze that blew through that pale forgotten place making the loose material rustle playfully. The demon leered at her, waiting, and after a final pause t
“Excuse me, is anyone sitting next to you?”
Green eyes sparkling behind thick black frames, subtle pink lipstick and hair in a tall, blonde bun, impaled with a couple of chopsticks. It’s a Red Eye flight, no reserved seating, every seat is fair game as people just try and get some sleep or catch up on some last minute prep for whatever’s greeting them tomorrow.
“No, no they aren’t. Would you like the window or the aisle?”
I’ve sat in the middle seat for just such a reason, so I can hopefully deter folks from sitting next to me. It isn’t the nicest experience to have a few hours sat in c
50 Pounds for a movie! Actress Weight Gain Story by bobiscool18, literature
Literature
50 Pounds for a movie! Actress Weight Gain Story
This story contains weight gain and stuffing.
Lindsey Walks was a famous actress. She is currently the actress that every man dreams of being with. She was a curvy, pale goddess. She stood at around 5'4 and weighed in at 125 pounds. She was perfect with long red hair, baby blue eyes, and slightly tanned white skin. She had a thin face, thin arms, b-cup breasts, and a decently sized butt and thighs. She was loved and lived a famous life. Everyday was like a party for the 26-year-old. Acting was so easy for her, and she seemed to have accomplished a lot. She has stared in the biggest blockbusters and even some artsy movies. She still dreamed o
Sweet Punishment: Regenerating Doughnut by TheRevivedracer, literature
Literature
Sweet Punishment: Regenerating Doughnut
The night hours of a rather empty apartment found a woman named Kristella Martins in front of an odd woman cloaked in green robes. The odd woman kept wearing such an odd smile on her face, suggesting she was making herself laugh with silly thoughts. Kristella chuckled at the silence in the area.
"Okay, I still have no idea why you're here."
"You're the one who called me for a private magic lesson. I'd grant you powerful magic for free, though."
Kristella batted her blue eyes. However, despite her clear, tan skin, large breasts, and softened thighs to match her slim hourglass form, Kristella was street smart. To her, somethi
Maggie absolutely loved to sketch, to draw, to paint, and to basically make art! It’s her life’s passion and all that she thought about aside from the popular TV show of the year. It was something she couldn’t imagine living without.
To the normal population, Maggie seemed like the kind of person who didn’t want to be bothered with. In public, she was always dressed in black. Black shirts, black pants, black shoes, and even down to the pitch-black accessories. To make the outfit match, Maggie went to the extreme of dying her long, naturally red hair, jet-black.
She and her friends, whenever they were around, had comm
When Maria found the lamp, it was in a pawn shop priced at $7.50. It didn't really look like much; it was fairly traditional as far as genie lamps went, she thought, resembling a very small, shallow watering can with a lid. The brass was tarnished black in places and dented in others, but she knew the moment she laid eyes on it that it was magical. She knew with more than just a gullible dreamer's certainty that her wishes could come true. She knew what that gullible certainty felt like (spending the night in a cold barn waiting for aliens to take her to Utopia; giving her last dime to a homeless man because he said he was an angel; letting h