Cindy waited patiently on the examination table, the cushion covered in paper squashed beneath her weight. Her legs dangled from the table hanging in the air a few inches from the floor. Her thighs looked enormous when she was sitting, her short shorts cutting into them, looking nearly ready to burst at the seams. Her belly hung out of her tight tank top spilling onto her lap as she leaned back on the table. Her breasts could barely be contained by the straining shirt, showing so much cleavage others in the waiting room had been uncomfortable.
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Asked by Snicklefritz. I'm really into this. I've found a fair bit here and there in my travels, but if anyone can provide stuff related to this, it would be much appreciated. No need to worry if it's been seen before, I'm sure it will be new to someone out there. Stories, pics, comics, videos. Specific content creators from Clip4Sale and the like would be appreciated as well, since navigating that site is a huge pain and all I'm generally into that kind of stuff as well, Snicklefritz.
This is an extremely lazy answer on my part, but for what it's worth, on the "favourites" tab of my DeviantArt page you can find a small collection of weight gain stories featuring themes of humiliation, teasing, disempowerment, and so forth. It's just a smattering of fiction that satisfies the twin criteria of both being posted on DeviantArt and being something that I've particularly enjoyed.
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What have you done? You came home from school not long ago, yet all you could think about was throwing your bag far away and swinging the fridge open.
You look like a teen mom, at least 7 months along. You groan audibly, then hear a jingling from the living room. You hop up, slam the fridge shut, and rush upstairs wobbling and moaning. You barely managed to avoid your mother seeing what a pig you had been. Never ever should you let this happen again. Just give me a couple more minutes", I yelled back as I stalled for time. There has to be something in here that still fits.
Just be quick! I'll be in the car! I'm running out of time. Not like it matters anyway. I know nothing in here fits. I've already tried on everything and they're all too tight.
My jeans constrict my thighs, my shorts barely fit over my butt and my dresses all make me look bloated. I walk through the field of scattered clothes on my floor and make my way into the hallway.
I look around; suspi. Oh so full. Sat back in the reclining arm chair, I can barely move an inch. The weight of dinner presses down on me, and as I rub my gut with ham-like hands I try to imagine what I look like.
Big would be an understatement. I feel mammoth, elephantine, fattened and stuffed to bursting like a helpless Christmas turkey. Looking down, I assess the damage. A big and bloated beach ball of a belly bursts through my buttoned shirt.
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Cindy waited patiently on the examination table, the cushion covered in paper squashed beneath her weight. Her legs dangled from the table hanging in the air a few inches from the floor.
Her thighs looked enormous when she was sitting, her short shorts cutting into them, looking nearly ready to burst at the seams. Her belly hung out of her tight tank top spilling onto her lap as she leaned back on the table. Her breasts could barely be contained by the straining shirt, showing so much cleavage others in the waiting room had been uncomfortable. Her heart was beating quickly, the anxiety mounting.
She had been dreading this appointment from the second she knew she had to make it. All she needed was a simple allergy prescription filled, but they insisted since it had been almost a year that she come in for a routine check-up. Cindy was healthy. She had never felt better about her life, or herself. She had a very lucrative work-from home job, a handsome and charming boyfriend, Jason, and her own apartment conveniently located above a great Italian restaurant, across the street from a pastry shop, and catty-cornered to the local bar.
This past year was the best of her life financially, psychologically, and sexually. Those, however, had affected her physically.
Life was good to her, and her waistline began to show it. Her work from home status allowed her to lounge around most of the day, log on to her work account, and do what she had to do in pajamas. Going out was another story. Her job and her financial status provided her the freedom to shop whenever she pleased so she would make frequent trips, sometimes buying the same thing in multiple larger sizes.
This was not without error though. In her haste to meet her friends at the bar a few week prior she grabbed a pair of jeans she believed were her current size 22, but after pulling them up in her haste, quickly realized they were much smaller. Intrigued she continued the struggle, jumping, squeezing, and sucking it in, her belly wobbling, her immense breasts bouncing of it like a trampoline and nearly hitting her in the face.
She finally managed to just squeeze into them by lying down, sucking it in, and pulling with all her God given strength. She buttoned them and felt the pressure of the clip digging into her waist. Laboriously, she stood up and stared at herself in the mirror. The pants were so tight a roll of her blubbery belly hung over them.
She felt the strain of every fiber, feeling them pulling apart against her immense butt and thunder thighs. As she looked at herself she felt strangely erotic, almost turned on at the sight of her bloated figure. She sighed in pleasure, and released the final bit of breath she had been holding it and heard a POP! She was embarrassed, but her she felt her panties getting wet. Why was she so turned on by this? Or the fact that she had gained so much weight such a turn? She pondered this as the sight of the button caught her eye, lying next to her bed looking like a bullet casing that hit the floor in a crime scene.
She shuffled over, the strain of her pants preventing her from walking correctly, and bent down to retrieve the button. She quickly stood up, forgetting about the button, and looked at her backside in the mirror. She was aghast to find not just a rip, but a large hole on the seat of her jeans, her black lace thong swallowed up by her soft and jiggly butt cheeks, visible through the breech. She moaned to herself in a combination of mortification and pleasure.
Cindy slipped the busted pair off and threw them to the side of the bed between her dresser where the button had been, but not before looking at the size of the pants that she had obliterated.
She put them on, found a cute blouse, and proceeded out for a night of food, drinking, and friends. Cindy felt a pain in her lower lip and realized she was biting down on it thinking of her mishap just a few short weeks ago. She looked down at her protruding belly resting on her thighs and gave it a soft and sensual rub.
It had become incredibly erotic to her to rub her belly, feeling the softness, feeling the tenderness, brushing over her stretch marks. It had become her favorite thing to do after a day of non-stop eating, or a night of intense beer drinking.
She had nervously shared this information with her boyfriend, Jason, whom she noticed had began looking at her differently as she continued growing larger.
Her stretchy yoga pants came up to her belly button, causing a handful of fat to spill over. She pulled it out and finally felt free. Cindy gave her pudgy stretch marked belly a grab. Like a puppy dog, or something.
Cindy moved from next to Jason on the loveseat and climbed on top of him, straddling him, her bare belly exposed and pressing up against him. She flipped back her long, dark hair and kissed him passionately. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her love handle. And I want you to know I like it too. Jason moaned in pleasure, getting excited at both Cindy grinding on him and her words.
His open invitation would not be declined. He grabbed Cindy by her chubby love handles and forced her down harder on him. He ran her hands over her fat tummy, his fingers sinking into the softness. He ran over her stretch marks intently, as if he was reading Braille. Cindy composed herself and sat up a little straighter, sucking her protruding gut in a as much as she could.
Her heart was beating with excitement from the milestones of her sensual weight gain journey just moments ago, but now from fear and dread of the doctor. The footsteps grew louder and louder and then stopped. She heard the doorknob turn, the door creak and in walked the doctor. The doctor looked at Cindy confused, back down at the chart, and then back to Cindy. Although it had been some time since Cindy last saw Dr. Annakova, she looked remarkably similar. The doctors short auburn hair was shoulder length.
She was tall and her white lab coat hid most of her body, but Cindy could tell the doctor was in what would be considered exemplary shape. She felt her stare burrow into her fat body, sizing it up, and felt her second-hand embarrassment for the once slender girl who now was proportional to a whale.
Any anxiety? Any major life changes? Probably Cindy thought to herself. But she wanted to continue to play along, to beat around the bush in order to avoid any more humiliation, albeit it seemed inevitable. Perfectly healthy. I want to run some tests. Really, I just came for my allergy medication. Overindulged a little bit? Annakova exclaimed, her face growing red with frustration. The risks associated with your obesity? The doctor continued explaining the risks and downfalls of rapid weight gain and obesity, the importance of a balanced diet and exercise, but Cindy tuned it out.
Obesity , she thought. Why is that both disturbing and so incredibly hot? And why am I so hungry? I hope Jason takes me to Burger King after this. I could totally do a few burgers and fries. And a big chocolate shake for dessert!
Oh God, that would be so good. The doctor finished her chastisement and stood up. Cindy snapped back from her seemingly endless thought stream of all things fat and once again felt panic. She hesitated for a moment, and looked at Dr. Removing a layer of clothing will help me get a better read. Reluctantly Cindy agreed and began pulling off her shirt. Her belly was momentarily suspended as she lifted above her pendulous breasts but, once free, slapped down hard onto her thighs with a plop, ripples seismically moving through her chub.
The effort of taking off her shirt had disoriented her too tight bra, and took a moment to adjust, putting as much of the mass of spilling boobage back into the cups as possible, but seemingly to no avail.
The tops of her areolas still poked out of the bra, the light pink stretch marks streaking vertically from them. Once she was as adequately adjusted as possible the doctor reached over and placed the cold stethoscope between her breasts, her tiny hand being almost completely obscured.
After a few moments she stopped and removed the device. Annakova said. All this fat! Do you know what these are? These are striae! Stretch marks!