Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Late nights. Shared cubicles. The Temp knows she’s changing—and you cannot look away. As rules bend, her hunger grows into something neither of you can ignore. She's got you wrapped around her finger and you've got every reason to give in her.

The Temp 2: Encore. The Temp in her apartment, gazing at herself in the mirror. How can it be that her clothes are shrinking this quickly...

The Temp 2: Encore: Here is our beloved Temp, dining after hours. Will she ask you to join her?

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

The Temp 2: Encore. After hours, its the two of you alone at the office. She's sharing her meals with you while you watch her ripen. But she's got plans for you. Requests of you to prove to her--just how much you love watching her grow...

The Temp 2: Encore. She dines after hours at her desk, while you watch. You wish you could be the one to feed her, help her grow. One day, you will.

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

A new girl starts off at the company as a temp. As the season progresses, you cannot help but notice that she’s gaining a lot of weight. First person POV, one-sided dialogue-driven narrative.

The Temp: Spring into Summer, she sits and grazes at her desk, always aware that you're watching her. She knows you know and she doesn't care. She's into you and is making no effort to hide the fact that she's getting fat for you...

The Temp: From Spring into Summer, you've watched her blossom. Late night snacking and takeaway dinners have caught up. This is the view you experience most days. And she does it...just for you.

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

Molly stood quietly in the middle of her room on the worn hardwood floor that had always creaked just slightly beneath her bedframe. The smell of wine and cookies wrapped around them, clinging in t...

The Temp: A new girl starts at the office and works next to you. She's on base pay and doesn't make much. She resorts to cheap vending machine snacks and takes overtime hours, working late, just like you with swelling results...