The Fattening Car (BBW/ weight gain/ stuffing)The blinding rays of the red, hot sun hit our protagonist's pale face strongly. Stacy seemed like someone who had everything that she could possibly dream about. This was sadly not the case even though she was tall, thin, and surprisingly intelligent. Her maturity and intelligence somewhat diminished her interest in boys even though they simply couldn't keep their hands of her seemingly perfect body. Stacy truthfully longed for some form of intelligent conversation with a male and not just complements on her physique. At a young 18 years, Stacy stood at a tall 5'8 and weighed around 130 pounds. It wouldn't take a genius to understand why Stacy was one of the sought after females in her entire school. Sadly, high school had recently ended which lead to Stacy being much more lax on her diet, leading into a extra pounds off fat. Stacy still looked gorgeous with her perky b cup breasts and her large firm ass. Stacy was sadly facing a conundrum with her increased appetite with a friend of h
Maximizing SecurityWarnings: extreme stuffing, funnel feeding, near bursting, mild instant weight gain
Prison was nicer than Kara expected. Oh, sure, she was in minimum security - an oddity for an escape risk like her - but still. She had her own cell, a bed that, while not cozy was definitely comfortable, a small television, and a simple bathroom. Not much, but… more than she expected. It lacked privacy, what with the barred door of the cell and the guard on constant duty outside her cell - what with the whole “escape risk” and all… you break out of prison a whole two times and they put a full-time guard on your cell! It’s as though you can’t be trusted!
The light that hung from the ceiling was bright, but not harsh, and when she turned it off her cell was lit by the faint glow of the prison’s computer interface. She… wasn’t entirely sure what it was for. The e
Charleen Buckets: Cherry PieI'd been seeing Rae for awhile now. At least, awhile in my standards. About two weeks. That's when I decide to let my girls in on my little secret. They're rather good at keeping it, too...
I never give them my last name until the night I tell them. We'll walk into the factory, I'll tell my most recent girl that I own the Wonka factory, and they'll ooh and ahh. The one thing they don't realize is, Roal Dahl didn't write a fictional kid's book. He wrote a biography...They always giggle when I tell them my name is Charleen Bucket, and I am, in fact, the daughter of the penniless boy who went from rags to supreme indulgence.
"So you like running around with orange midgets that sing songs about being a slob and you run a factory that makes the weirdest of candies?" They always ask. And when they ask that, it's almost always verbatim too. I laugh right back at them, and respond with,"Well, no...the Oompa Loompas don't have to wear that disgusting makeup anymore...poor Mr. Wonka was as gay a