Fattened Faculty (Chapter 8) by ChubbaDubDub, literature
Literature
Fattened Faculty (Chapter 8)
God, she is so fat.
The art teacher was wearing tight clothes today, which made for a fantastic view of her bulked-out form. Various fat-parts of Ms. Anna Russo's body were practically fluttering as she stood there, drawing an impressively realistic face on the chalkboard as quickly as she could. She was finishing up a demonstration on the proportions of the human head, and now that the details were being filled in, the motions she made with her chalk were becoming faster and more dramatic. Each wrinkle or eyelash on the picture required staccato flicking motions that sent Anna's arm-handles swinging in that respective direction, and
"Hey yeah! I'm gonna shoop, baby!"
Wade Wilson was doing his thing. Doodling with crayons while sitting on the ledge of an overpass, lightly singing along to the good old Salt-N-Peppa jam, bobbing his head.
He turned his head to a certain direction.
"Oh hello there! I bet you're wondering, why the intro with little old me when this is a Diana story? Why does Stop1129 think he is worthy of even trying to write me?"
Deadpool raised one eyebrow. "Well, the writers of Ultimate Spider-Man got a hold of me, so you bet your chimi-fucking-changa that any loser on DeviantArt can write me raising an eyebrow."
He then went back to doodling, when he
The (New) Fattening Doll by TheRevivedracer, literature
Literature
The (New) Fattening Doll
The latest turnout in Mrs. C's baking enterprise turned out well--which was not unexpected given that her bakery was practically akin to a mall. However, there was much that Mrs. C demanded in order for her true motives to be slaked. Here was a woman, who towered and dwarfed the common svelte figure. Her waist defied all limits set by furniture and clothes, explaining why elastic jeans were her choice. Her upper body was just roll upon roll of flab, and was hidden well under a lighter red sweater with a bit of the top opened (she learned soon that she heated up too quickly wearing a thick sweater). Today, Mrs. C's office, or rather, her l
Corey couldn't stop staring at the woman in the booth across from him.
She was a magnificent spectacle of a woman.
She was tall, pretty, but those things weren't what made her impressive. No, what made her impressive was the size and shape of her. She was a very fat, very bloated, blond beauty, and she was clad in a near-splitting pink dress that clung tight to each and every extra inch of curvature on her corpulent, fleshy figure, letting everyone see just how out of shape she really was, or rather, how rounded her shape had become through eating and laying about. She would be a pear-shaped princess were she standing, that much was clear.
Kacey belched once, twice, three times before finally heaving her heavy body out of bed. Her pillowy belly swung and jiggled from the movement. It had grown even more massive in the last few weeks under the care of her roommate, Erica.
Oh, how things had changed. Once upon a time, Kacey had lived in complete denial of how fat she was getting. ‘It was only a pound or two,’ she’d say. ‘Only a pant size--it’s a temporary thing, really. Just holiday gain.’ Then, a dickheaded frat boy had called her a fatass in the middle of the cafeteria. His plan, no doubt, was to shame Kacey into a diet, but the opposite had