chapter 3

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weight story of photosynthetic humans: "Don't spend too much time in the sun," is a common admonition for most girls. "Or you'll grow into a plant," was often tacked on, but the true meaning was well known: It feels so good because it's our main calorie source, and when we went through the Second Fall, for almost 30 generations we were susceptible to natural selection. Even though, in a way because of, our genetic engineering photosynthesis into our skin, in a world without much food, if you didn't get as much sun as possible, you died, and it was only those of our ancestors that had ever more photosynthetic skin that really did well. By the time society was rebuilt, the sky had cleared, the wildlife was returning, and we were autotrophs. Autotrophs... with animal urges and sensations and manipulative and migratory abilities. And so, especially if you are a young woman, spending too much time in the sun makes you get fat.

Possibly:
We were following a story in our college newspaper of girls turning up hugely fattened, unable to recall anything but now totally addicted to the light. They would likely now never be able to lose the weight.
It was a week later when I woke up in a garden. Outside.
I was naked. Dawn was approaching. As the sun touched my skin, I realized this was not my sun. not my world. It was blue, and as the beautiful light touched me, my body exploded in pleasure. I orgasmed for minutes before it subsided. I looked up to find that there were 6 mirror lenses arcing above my enclosure. They were huge, and high. Each focused a vast amount of light on my tiny sanctuary. From what I could tell, it looked like the sun would hit each of them in turn over the course of the day, while in between I would be in full view of the normal light, which continued to give me small aftershocks of pleasure, breaking my will and mind even as I tried desperately to hold on o my faculties, looking for something, anything, upon which to plot my escape. In less than an hour though, the second mirror was hit, and I was again sent into convulsions. The pleasure was intense. Divine. I moaned anytime I wasn't to choked up to breathe. When it ended, I evaluated, and realized this world had a 12 hour day. Factoring in the high energy light, I realized this was very, very bad. Thank god at least sunburns were a thing of the past.


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it is found that being fat is not bad for you, but a certain bmi on earth is a dangerous strain. is the answer to lose weight? of course not! just move to a planet without so much gravity!


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Make my tummy fat and then put a baby in it.

"Baby, ive really got to work."
"But baby..." I was so bad, "don't you want to impregnate me..." I posed erotically in the door to the kitchen.
"Oh baby" he said as he walked aggressively over to me. He wrapped his muscular arms around me as his tongue slid into my wet mouth, and I wrapped mine around it. He slid off my jeans, caressing my small soft belly as he did so, and pulled them from my feet in one movement as he easily lifted me from my bottom with his other hand. He tugged down my panties to my knees, his breathing already hard / rugged, and lifted my bottom onto the counter, my knees over his shoulders as he knelt to me, legs tied by my panties behind his head, and breathed deep of my wetness like a connoisseur of fine wines, making a rough primal noise that I usually would associate with livestock rutting. He wrapped his face around and in my genitals, his big, thick tongue lapping at my now freely flowing juices, now teasing my clit, now so deep inside me it was if it could touch my cervix, his deep grunting breaths making me hotter with every second, vibrating my core like a machine. His hands roamed my thighs, thumbs inside me, wrapped around my softening ass, then stroking the barely-fat tummy he was resculpting daily with rich, wonderfully delicious, extremely high-calorie treats. My hands are deep in his wild mane of thick black hair as his fingers moved to thumb the delicate fur beneath my arms that he had not allowed me to shave since the day we married, I became his, and he became my master. The day he began making me fat. The day I knew I wanted to be, I would be, his forever. My breasts were held, nipples stroked as I begged him "make me pregnant. make me fatter. I want to bare your children. I want you to make me yours, forever. Please baby!" I moaned excruciatingly, "I belong to you." He removed his face from my warm, sensitive pussy with a soft sucking noise. "I know," he growled. On his knees, he leaned back, supporting me on his arms, my panties now MIA, his firm, hard body totally stark naked. He sat back against the wall, my hand still gripping his hair for support, my chubby ass and dripping well-tended pussy suspended briefly in air over his massive vertical erection. His arms beneath my thighs his hands wrapped around infant lovehandles up my soft back, his deep, dark, long-lashed eyes looked up into mine. I knew what he wanted. I described my emptiness. "Please, fill me" I begged softly, passionately, yearning. I'm biting my lip as he slowly lowered me onto his cock, that sweet stretching and my eyelids flutter, his eyes watching me, searching my face as eight and a half extremely thick inches slide entirely into me.


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story of girl who gets job as a fluffer for the hottest [?and most talented] and highest paid porn star of the day. Only problem: a fluffer's job is to get the star going, and what gets this shooter all hot and bothered is a fluffer that is either a bbw or is actively gaining weight
got the idea while watching Lexx: fluff daddy


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idea based on Priest of the Feast by Brickman and a comment I left on his first chapter: "Cool start. So, in the normal feast, do they all watch the goddess fatten up instead?"
It would be an interesting short story: Every year the goddess of the harvest and fertility appears before them and eats their offering to her in one continuous gorge, all she eats for the year. Over the course of a much as 20 hours, she eats hundreds of pounds of food without ever bloating. All the food is instantly converted to fat, with her being unable to stand by the end of it, were she not a goddess. In return, she gifts them with fertile wombs of both fields and women for the next year.


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"99..." I sweat hard, panting, aching. "100! Baby you did it! You're so sexy." She kisses me again, and rises slowly, sensually from her perch above my lap. Her juices remain dripping from my tip.
It has been two months since she started my training. At 6'4, she thought I was 'studdly gorgeous'; at 485 pounds, however, I knew I needed some work. Men need to be more than financially strong, I felt. To let your woman be a woman, you also have to be physically strong, fit.
As she saunters into the other room, I can see the price she's paid to help get me in shape. A pang of guilt hits me softly, but over it immediately rolls a wave of lust. It undulates towards the bedroom with her softening naked hips. She throws her look over her smooth freckled shoulder. Are you coming? asks her eyes, pout, cute little nose. Almost, replies every fiber of my being.
She's softened everywhere, I can see. She hasn't grown in weight, I know, but while it has stayed the same, her fat percentage has steadily increased as her intense self-forced inactivity slowly takes its toll on her recently fit figure. It's working, though, I know. I am down to 445 already. But for every increase in my stamina and strength and fitness, hers drops proportionately. I am already hard for her again, and after slowly rising from my 'workout' armchair, I amble after her.



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