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This story has effects of weight gain on the female variety.  If you don't like, don't read.  ^^ Late one evening, a large reared blonde, Liz, entered into her apartment and plopped herself right on the couch next to her well endowed pink-haired roommate Jen, who was currently watching late night television.  The two were both fit, athletic ladies and just moved towards the beaches a few weeks before. Hey Jen, lets go check out this diner.  They're supposed to have real quality food.  Cheap too. Quality and cheap?  It's probably just frozen food heated up and served with a little

This story has effects of weight gain on the female variety.  If you don't like, don't read.  ^^ "Ah damn, I never liked these stupid check ups.   Hopefully this doesn't take long, there's that new sale going on at the mall today. "  Sara stood there a few moments thinking to herself.  "I wonder if I'll have a cute doctor?" Adjusting her top just in case, Sara had the hourglass body most women would die for and dressed to match.  She wore a small black denim jacket atop a tight fitting baby yellow tee to flaunt her full B-cup breasts.  Complemented by a pair of daisy duke jean shorts,  her long slender legs were only matched by her subtle b

(XWG, SSBBW, overeating) (This story is based on a work over at the Dimensions forums that was not only abandoned, but which had serious flaws to begin with. I know it's often arrogant to say "I could write better than this," but this is a case where I felt it was plainly obvious. So, I've redone the story in my own vision. I also have an idea for Part 2 where things really get out of control, which I'll probably post only here because the Dimensions forums don't usually get that kind of stuff. Hopefully it won't take long before I write and post Part 2, but feel free to bug me if a month goes by and there's nothing.) *** “What, there

      When I graduated from college, the economy was just starting to get bad.  I desperately wanted to keep my apartment in the city, but I couldn't find a job for the life of me.  I guess being a creative writing major wasn't the best idea.  I dreaded the thought of moving back home, living with my parents whom I never got along with.  So I watched my savings dwindle, exacerbated by the student loan payments I had to make every month.  I was down to my last month's rent, envisioning myself returning to my parent's home in shame, when a job listing on Monster caught my eye.      For Hire: Taste Tester, Entry-level.  Will train.  No prerequ