Bound by a cursed brooch, Queen Arwen begins to swell with soft abundance, her grace giving way to horny mischief. As her body grows, the question grows clear: is she becoming Gondor’s symbol of fertility, or the curse’s perfect, chubby bimbo queen?

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The stall door creaked open.

Annie stood there, framed in the harsh fluorescent light. Her golden hair glowed like a halo, her red dress flowing over her figure in clean, elegant lines. She was ...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

The little plastic stick lay on the bathroom counter, blank where she had hoped for a sign. Clara’s stomach sank, though it wasn’t from the weight of food for once. She wasn’t pregnant. The t...

Clara’s dream consulting job brings prestige, brutal hours—and endless free food. Once fit and disciplined, she soon trades workouts for catered lunches and late-night takeout. Convenience turns to habit, and habit into something far more consuming.

The stall door creaked open.

Annie stood there, framed in the harsh fluorescent light. Her golden hair glowed like a halo, her red dress flowing over her figure in clean, elegant lines. She was ...

You know that feeling right after a big meal when you feel so big and bloated. Like you move slower, think slower, and altogether just want to collapse onto a bed to digest your food? Well, that’...

The stall door creaked open.

Annie stood there, framed in the harsh fluorescent light. Her golden hair glowed like a halo, her red dress flowing over her figure in clean, elegant lines. She was ...

I thought you were after my perfect body, but you wanted more than that. From the day I met you at that bar, my life has never been the same. My name is Freja Dawn and you are the love of my life. And you made me fat. FULL STORY FOUND ON MY PROFILE!