Bakery Boys Chapter 3'Peace offering.'
Rika looked up, meeting Kero's eyes with a cold gaze. She glanced at the pink cardboard box he'd set on the counter in front of her, a delicious aroma wafting from it.
'Come on, Rika. I said I'm sorry. You can't ignore me forever...' Kero frowned when she said nothing.
'I certainly can't ignore you - you're so fat now I couldn't possibly miss you.'
Kero stiffened. He opened his mouth to protest, and then closed it again. Despite his pledge to lose weight, he had a lot of trouble saying no to bakery snacks. As a consequence, he'd grown quite plump over the past week, his belly a little rounded dome sitting comfortable over the edge of the elasticized waistband of his uniform.
'I think you'd really like these cakes if you tried them. They really are delicious...'
'I'm sure they are,' Rika pushed the box back towards him. 'And I'm sure a fatty like you will take care of them on no time...' She sighed. 'I'm not ready to forgive you just yet, pretty boy...'
Kero frowned, d
The Place Where He Cat Sits -- Part 3By the end of the week I was pretty happily settled in. I knew my way around the kitchen, the cats liked me, Michael the quail trusted me, I had sufficient amounts of pot and beer, unlimited amounts of TV shows, nowhere to go, no responsibliities other than playing with animals, and all the food I could possibly want. This was the best gig ever.
Ok, so maybe I’d have to get a new pair of jeans or two soon, and my writing…well, let’s not talk about that. I had the rest of the summer to finish it, anyway. I could totally afford to take a week or two to relax and let my brain…rest, or something. I would probably write better if I gave myself a break from thinking about it, right? Exactly.
It was the start of the second week and I had just finished breakfast (cereal while waiting for food to arrive, then an upsized portion of scrambled eggs bacon and three waffles) and was sinking into the couch lighting up a nice post-breakfast bowl when the doorbell rang. Godammit
There he was again, Devan's RA at the dormitory that year, strolling lazily down the hall. It was the night of the third day of classes and everyone had pretty much begun to settle into what would become their routines for the next few months.
As for his RA, he seemed like a decent guy. He was friendly and had a good sense of humor. He seemed a tad jaded in his views of humanity, but not enough to be irritating. It lent to his personality the perfect amount of humorous sarcasm and wit. Devan could tell he was smart, but probably not extremely so in the book sense. From the little chances he had to converse with him, he seemed to be very cunning and witty. He also had the room across the hall, and Devan had been dreading coming back to school that semester to find the RA would be some tight ass who hated loud music and any form of social interaction.
Luckily, he got Roman. He wasn't a bad looking guy either. He had light brown hair that was borderline dusty blonde, medium-length that fe
A Father Gets FatterCharlie was a big guy he had two sons. The oldest was 14 and his name was Tommy and his youngest son was 9 and his name was Benny. Charlie had to take care of his boys after their mother ran off and left them. Charlie had to weigh about 389lbs and he loved being fat and he wanted to be fatter. His two boys wanted there father to get fatter to. Charlie owned and ran a bakery he would eat non stop when he was there to work. His boys helped around the bakery after school. Charlie would go to work and eat as he served the costumers and when he closed up the bakery he would go in the back and eat the cakes, cup cakes, cookies, brownies, pie's, donuts and anything else that did not sell that day. Tommy would help feed his father when he got to tired to feed him self. Benny would help bring in the food for his father to stuff his face with. Charlie had a big round belly but the most fattest part was his ass it looked like two big bean bag chairs. On day at the bakery the boys where at school
CH 1 I Am What I Am So ThereWarning!! Contains boyxboy, weight gain, feeding etc
If you're not comfortable with this, go somewhere else.
I Am What I Am So There!
For now, there are roughly four main characters. I might include more as the story progresses, and if anyone has any of their own characters, which they'd be comfortable in letting me borrow, I might ask later
"That's Sei? THAT'S Sei?"
"No way; that's not even possible!"
"It IS him, I heard someone call his name and he answered. That's Sei all right."
"But Since when did he get so freaking fat?!"
"He's enormous! Even bigger than Sam, and Sam's a total butterball."
"Even bigger than GABRIEL! And Gabriel's a freaking BLIMP!"
"Unreal and Sei used to be so fine!"
"I wonder what happened to him?"
"I wonder how he got so fat?"
"My GAWD, you're a fucking elephant!"
Sei arched an eyebrow at Ruka's outburst, letting the arms he had held outstretched fall back by his side. He wanted the girl to stop starin
UntitledWarning: Contains male weight gain (kinda) and some boy on boy action. It may also require some suspension of disbelief.
There's a moment when you know. There's that one moment of realization, that sharp sudden jolt of reality. Dustin couldn't believe how long it had taken for that moment to come, because now that he had realized, now that he knew, he couldn't believe he had ever missed it.
For Dustin, the moment hadn't come during his first semester of college, though that was when it had all began. It hadn't come the second either. The moment hadn't come at all until now, as he stood frozen in a stall of the deserted men's bathroom, staring, half horrified half transfixed. The moment hadn't come during one of those long evenings in the cafeteria, nor during one of those hot showers in the community bathroom. It hadn't come when his abs faded. It hadn't come when he'd outgrown the first pair of jeans, or the second, or even the third. It hadn't come when
I Could Get Used To ThisAwakening on the couch, I spent a few moments in a blissful daze. The world was sweet and pure, rarity in these tough times. There was nothing to worry me, nothing to concern me, or make me afraid. Consumed by a happiness I could only describe as euphoric, I was on cloud nine.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced down. At that moment, my euphoria shattered. A frown settled on my face. Putting my hands against the couch, I attempted to push myself upwards into a seated position. No luck. Again, this time grunting a little with effort. Though making it a little further, I still fell onto my back. Taking a deep breath - more difficult for me than it is for most - I gave it one last, whole-hearted attempt. Forced to lie down once again, I admitted defeat.
Fumbling for the hem of my white tee, I struggled to pull it down. As I did so, the sound of creaking fabric reached my ears. I let go, afraid it would tear. With both hands, I cradled what could only be described as a ball of a bell
It was a typical Monday afternoon at the "Sub Stop." The lunch rush had passed, and it would be a few hours before the dinner one quickened their customer pace again. Justin had been done with high school for over two weeks, but he was on vacation with his family in Disney for the week. Casey usually held down the fort during this slow time each afternoon, and now he sat in one of the empty chairs in the dining room. The overhead fans spun in slow, methodic circles.
He was only a year younger than Marty, an All-American boy with short, styled hair and a clean-shaven face. Tall in stature, broad in shoulders, with a "Sub Stop" polo always pulled tight across his muscled pecs. He had planned to go west on a football scholarship, but found his high school sweetheart pregnant before the first semester even began. He took out a lot of his frustrations by going for a run or hitting the weights, and that usually kept him a pretty upbeat guy.
The upper right corner of his polo had "Shift Leade