For Foodies, Feedists and FatLovers by ObeseQueen, journal
For Foodies, Feedists and FatLovers
Now that I've got the attention of my target audience, I'm excited to announce two promising collaborations with my favorite WG author, adephagian (https://www.deviantart.com/adephagian). You might recognize that name as the co-author of one of my most popular my most popular story, The Fridge.
Our first announcement is a collaborative series of stories about two gentle, food-obsessed stoner chicks named Melanie and Cheryl. There are five six seven parts so far, but we expect there will be many more, as we document their happy descent into total self-indulgence and the aftermath of their weight gain.
:bulletblue: Melanie, Part 1: Shopping Day
:bulletblue: Melanie, Part 2: TV Di
The Love of Dark Chocolate and What It Does by growinluvhandles, literature
Literature
The Love of Dark Chocolate and What It Does
"The Love of Dark Chocolate
and What It Does"
She loved chocolate, dark chocolate the best. And he, well, he loved what dark chocolate did to her -- making her pleasantly plump. He caressed her love handles, playfully pinching her wide hips, rubbing his hand and then his lips across her cute little potbelly. He nibbled an inch of her tummy between his lips as she placed another piece of candy into her mouth and let it melt.
Open: A Pastry Lust Vignette by growinluvhandles, literature
Literature
Open: A Pastry Lust Vignette
(NOTE: A somewhat lustily delicious erotic self-stuffing WG story. Can be read with a BBW or BHM main character since the narrator could be female or could be male. You decide. If you don't like donuts, fat, stuffing, bellies or other fun things, then please go elsewhere to find something you do like.)
I shouldn't walk this way to work. I know it's dangerous to my health. But still, I am tempted by my demons to live dangerously.
The scent fills my nostrils, the aroma I suck into my lungs deeply, as I turn the corner and see the bakery sign flashing in the window above a stylized neon coffee cup with blue steam shining above it.
3:02 a.m.
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the