Tongue in cheek name, no actual mention of said jewels.
FTM magical weight gain.
A young woman is looking for a stable job, and finally decides to do the same job her father, uncles, and grandfather had done: long-haul truck driver.
Her father and uncles are dismayed, and try to convince her otherwise. She has to join a trucking company far away from home because her family has told all their work colleagues not to hire her. She can’t possibly understand why.
Things go as smooth as can be to start. After training and obtaining her license, she gets her first job, hauling over seven hours each way. She doesn’t have too much time to exercise, and much of the food she can obtain in the middle of the night is ready-to-eat and highly processed.
Unbeknownst to her, there are changes occurring in her body. During her first three months, she starts to feel more hungry, despite that fact that she is barely exercising. Her libido is increasing, and there are strange sensations coming from her crotch.
A pudgy layer of padding develops along her wasitline. The hair on her body seems to be growing coarser, and there are even some bits sprouting up on her face. She should be horrified, but she is mostly curious. Although her previously clear skin is now occasionally dotted with acne, with which she is less than pleased, but that development is not too earth shattering, considering the solitude of her profession.
An uncle gets in contact with her one day, pleading with her to abandon her new vocation.
“You have no idea what will happen to you, young lady.” He warns. “I urge you to stop. Trucking is a man’s prerogative. It will change you. You need to listen to me, hold on to your womanhood!”
She ignores him, irritated and offended by his words. So misogynistic! She could do whatever she damn well pleased.
One day, heading into a truck stop, despite being a breasted individual, she was referred to as a “fella.”
The phrase allows her to open her mind and examine the changes to her body more intently. The composition of her breasts are changing, feeling more fatty. Her clitoris is swollen and erect, inching northwards. Things start clicking into place, and she records herself talking. Her voice is lowering and cracks slightly. At that moment she decided that whatever was happening, she would try to be he. Just a test drive, what else did he have to do?
He decided to test his capabilities and bought large amounts of high calorie snacks and meals from gas stations. Cue the taquitos, hot dogs, and pizza, the chocolate bars, chips, powdered donuts and sugary chilled mochas. He’d still grab some fruit, to help justify the fact that the majority of his caloric intake was food that would make a nutritionist cringe.
He stopped for fast food at chain restaurants as well. He never had some of these big burgers before, previously being told eating them was ‘unladylike.’ Now he strode proudly back to his truck with a double bacon cheeseburger, large fries and an extra large pop. Climbing into the cab, he set to eating in the most ‘unladylike’ manner possible.
He knew now what his uncle had been trying to tell him. He had wondered why there were no pictures of his uncles or grandfather as children, and he had pieced it together. Going into the trucking business truly was a man’s prerogative, and they all became men. None of his uncles had children, and he assumed this was out of fear of having daughters who would become men.
Occupation induced transgenderism, he thought, amused.
Over the next several months, his layer of pudge grew into a little ball gut. His breasts shifted their shape further. They didn’t get any smaller, but he didn’t mind.
The hair on his face grew thicker, and he began to shave. He kept his hair styled as a shaggy mop. He still bought some feminine clothing to replace his outgrown wardrobe.
A year and a half later, and his little ball gut grew rounder and heavier. He’d often roll up his shirt while driving, jiggling, rubbing, and scratching his gut. The hair that covered it grew coarser and multiplied.
He stayed on the road for years, not stopping to visit his family. Four years after starting, he bumped into his father at a truck stop. He did not recognize his son, for he only knew his daughter. He could not have known that the young, 270lbs truck driver in front of him, with a neat moustache and package of Oreos in his hand, was of his parentage.
Idea for something that I’m not sure I’ll ever write, so consider it free for use (tag if you write it though, I’d like to read it!)
Blood is not actually a very efficient way to get calories in, so it would make sense that vampires would be very thin.
However, consider that a vampire may be able to eat human food, it just packs twice the caloric load for them.
Consider that, in their bloodlust, they often drink so much blood that their stomach stretches and their middle can be quite distended.
This sets up the scene for our vampire that falls in love with a human.
To hide the fact that they are a vampire, they go out for food and eat with their date. Somehow, regular food tastes more vibrant to the vampire when they are with them. They order a large pizza to share, and the vampire is encouraged by their date to eat some more.
“You look hungry.” They say.
The vampire is more than willing to accept a few extra slices, and with their blood-binge stretched stomach, they have the room.
The couple goes to the movies, and using a coupon, order two extra large popcorns and pops. They arrive early, so they wait during the pre-show by chatting and having popcorn. The vampire feels so lucky to have met a human who they feel normal with. The human, none the wiser that they are currently dating a vampire, likewise feels lucky to have met their date. As the movie starts, the two shift their attention to the screen. After a while, the vampire’s hand touches the bottom of their popcorn bucket. Their date graciously offers their bucket, saying that they are done. The vampire accepts the mostly full bucket of popcorn, and before the film is finished, the bucket is empty. The vampire washed down the salty snacks with their pop and became aware of the tightness pushing against their waistband. They were wearing form fitting outfit, neatly tailored in dark blue and black. Getting up after the film, they somewhat self consciously position the two empty buckets in front of their middle. Once the couple exit, they have to dispose of the buckets and they are exposed. The vampire was used to being distended after blood binges, but it was never in the company of others. The vampire hovered their hands in front of their middle, trying to obscure the indulgent sight. But their date noticed immediately, and softly took one of their hands into their own.
“Would you like to grab a late night snack?” They asked.
“I thought you were full?” The vampire questioned.
“I was, but I feel a little peckish now. And you seem pretty hungry.”
The vampire blushed as deeply as their condition would allow, and unconsciously places their spare hand on their distended middle. They agreed, eager to please their date, and still feeling like they had a bit more room.
The pair begin to see each other more frequently, once a week, twice, three times, every other day, until they are visiting with each other almost everyday. After around two months of dating, the human invites the vampire to their house to make a meal kit for dinner together. The human slices their finger on a mandolin. The human rinses their hand, but before they can place a bandage on it, the vampire gently takes their hand. They lift it up to their mouth and gently lick the bleeding wound. They do not do so in thirst, but to simply to taste and bond with their date. The human initially finds the action disquieting, but they see a look of care in their date’s eyes. For a moment, the rims of their date’s irises seem to bloom with red, but the sight quickly vanishes. Charmed by the sensitivity, the human moves their hand to the side of their date’s face and they go in for a sweet kiss on the lips. The vampire’s slow heart spikes with glee, and they smile, returning with a peck on the human’s nose. The pair finish cooking and eat their dinner, and then retire to the couch to talk. The human has a growing suspicion about their date, one that seems impossible. Any speculation is brought to end by said date’s stomach growling loudly. The meal kit was perfectly portioned for two sensibly sized dinners, leaving no leftovers. The human giggles, looking their date up and down. When they first met, their date had a waist that seemed impossibly small. After having large meals, their waist swelled in size. But now, their skinny waist looked more natural, pressed tight against their tailored clothes.
“Sounds like an empty cavern.” They said. And then, after weighing the situation. “Can I feel?”
The vampire tinged the most colour they could produce. The human laid their hand on their stomach, lightly smoothing their hand over their shirt. Their stomach growled again. The vampire did not feel thirst for blood, they had had their fill yesterday and would not need to drink more until tomorrow. For some reason, their stomach wanted regular food. Perhaps it was psychological, because the vampire wanted food, and more than anything, to do so with their date. Their stomach growled yet again, and their date giggled again. It wasn’t a regular giggle, there was something else threaded in with it. Their date didn’t just find it funny, they liked it.
“Should I order us something a little extra?” They asked, pressing into the vampire’s middle a bit. The vampire felt arousal, and readily agreed.
The vampire had to obtain new clothing, for not only was their waist beginning to grow plush with a growing layer of padding, but their binges of food, encouraged by their lover, swelled their stomach ever larger. It was an unspoken truth among them that the human knew that they were a vampire. The vampire never verbally confirmed it, but the human teased them.
“You better eat all this.” They would say. “I don’t want to end up being your midnight snack!”
They began sleeping in the same bed once a week. The vampire’s home was a rather dingy and cramped basement, so they mostly spent time at the human’s apartment. The couple first made love a few days after they made the meal kit at the human’s place. The vampire felt more stimulated than they had in years, and the human dug their fingers into their middle. It was barely a pooch, but it felt like ecstasy. The human would wrap their arms around the vampire’s middle and give them shakes and pats. The vampire too was touching their body with newfound interest.
The pooch grew into a paunch, and the vampire noticed their arms, legs, and buttocks were also growing softer. The once razor sharp features of their face muted, and they more easily tinged with colour. They ate whatever their lover provided for them, eager not only to make them happy, but to please themself. After five months of dating, the paunch began to droop and became a small belly. A second chin was forming on their jawline, and their lover peppered it with kisses. Indeed, there were few parts of the vampire that were not kissed on the daily.
“There’s more of you to love.” The human would say. “And I love every inch of you.”
The vampire took to wearing more flowing, loose outfits, purely from a viewpoint of practicality. They assumed they would only continue to grow, and thus they did not wish to invest too much into new clothes that they would soon grow out of. The vampire’s belly continued to grow, and their limbs swelled. They developed a full second chin, and their neck was thickening. The knuckles on their hand were dimpling, and their fingers thickened. Their chest grew in step, previously so flat. The drooping of their belly increased as it pushed itself outwards in all directions. Love handles, gripped so often by their lover, became more and more pronounced. They loved going out with their human love. They were so slight in comparison, it made the vampire’s transformation all the potent.
UFO nerd being voluntarily impregnated with an alien embryo. Immediately afterwards their appetite increases a lot, and over the next fourteen months they gain over 150 pounds. They give birth to a very tiny alien, who’s only about one pound, but required all that extra fat to develop.
Self improvement conference. Person is really unsure about attending, but they are here now and might as well attend. They talk about reaching your fullest potential, becoming a bigger person, and expanding your limits. The person leaves feeling thoroughly inspired, and soon the pounds start adding to their figure.
Factory job: You get a job at the S.O.F.T. Factory. The work there is simple enough and quite repetitive and you complete your work numbly. Soon, your clothes are getting tighter and your work coveralls are increasingly snug. Your body is softer and you can’t figure out why.
Actor has always been a FA, and they get a film role where they will wear a fat suit. They are enamoured by how they look in it. In their trailer, they run their hands over the curves, imagining that it was real. The film is a huge hit, and a sequel is being developed. This time, the actor doesn’t want to wear a fat suit, instead they commit to gaining all the weight they wore before.
Thinking about someone who gains weight, but everything in their life magically adjusts so they don’t notice it.
Their clothes grow with them, despite the size on the label no longer being true. They try to buy new clothes in their size and they don’t fit.
Their fridge magically produces just a little extra food, so they don’t realize just how much they’ve already eaten.
No one mentions anything to them, because they don’t want to be rude. Plus, they are wearing the same clothes, so it’s a lot harder to tell.
The scale they have always hovers 2lbs+/- of the same weight. They start to notice their knees and feet disappearing, so they buy a new scale and discover a significant weight gain. They are shocked. How could they have missed this? But their stomach growls, and, for the first time, they consciously lay their hand on their growing middle. They would have to work it off, but there was no point in starving themself right now.
-Person goes into a medical trial for an anti-depressant. They go into a communal setting so their progress can be observed. Like a lot of other anti-depressants, weight gain is a side effect. The medication works really well, basically everyone is acting as if they are on literal “happy pills” but they are also getting rounder.
-Person has a year’s supply of “health food” that they win. They aren’t sure about it, but realize that it’s actually delicious. After a while, they notice their clothes are fitting a bit more snug, but they feel really good overall. Eventually they find out that the food is specially mental health food, improving mood and balanced thinking. It acts differently with different people, and in this person’s case, they wanted to gain weight to be happier.
-There have been news stories about houses receiving loads of unwanted orders from fast food restaurants. It’s been speculated that people who have stolen credit cards are testing to see if transactions will go through or not. <(true story) Person starts receiving a bunch of fast food at their door. It’s paid for, so they might as well try to eat some of it. Soon they start to crave the daily drop off, and they push through multiple meals.
-There’s a contest involved with a certain type of chocolate bar. You manage to find the token hidden inside the bar, and you win $1,000, and are entered to win $1,000,000. The chocolate bar is this person’s favourite, and they will gladly take any excuse to indulge a little bit. It starts with one bar a day. Then it’s two. Then it’s three. Then it’s four. At this point, they really want to find a token to make back some of the cost of buying all these chocolate bars. They start their day with one, have one in the morning for a snack, one at lunch, one in the afternoon, and one after dinner. After weeks, they bring it up to six bars a day before they find a token. They collect their $1,000, and wait to see if they win the $1,000,000. They can rest easier now, but now they still crave the multiple chocolate bars throughout the day. Their wardrobe will need updating, as it’s quickly becoming clear that all those chocolate bars are settling around their waistline.
One idea that I’ve had is a person being bitten by a werewolf. Let’s call them Vic.
They live in a good sized village of a couple thousand people, and the villagers care about them. However, there are persecutions of werewolves in the surrounding area, and it is a very real possibility that Vic could end up being hunted down and killed.
The cycle of the werewolf does not last the one night of the full moon. It lasts for three whole days, the day before the full moon, the day of the full moon, and the day after. That leaves Vic exposed to hunters for about 72 hours. They don’t have control over themself during that time, so their family and friends hatch a plan to keep not only Vic safe, but their own livestock safe from the clutches of a ravenous werewolf.
They design an enclosure inside a vacant barn to keep Vic inside. On Vic’s first transformation, it is an awful event. They thrash and snarl and try to break out, hurting themself in the process. After the 72 hours is up, they have only vague bits of memory, and were told they had a bad accident, and were sick with fever. The only thing that seemed to quiet Vic during their imprisonment was when they were being fed.
The next month, everything is prepared ahead of time, and Vic is placed in the enclosure with a bounty of food. Vic gorges themself with animalistic ferocity, but overall they are much calmer. After the cycle has ended, Vic wakes up feeling terribly full. They were struck with fever again, they are told.
The cycle repeats itself for several more months. Vic notices that their clothing seems to be feeling more snug. Their family and friends also take note that they seem to be eating and drinking a bit more than they used to.
In werewolf form, Vic is practically tame. Their friends and family carefully feed them all sorts of food, and Vic happily gobbles it all up. Of course, a wolf shouldn’t be eating bread and vegetables so much, or drinking copious amounts of ale, so the effects of this extra feeding is multiplied.
Vic is never knew for certain that they were actually attacked by a werewolf; but after having memory blackouts every month for several months, in time with the full moon, they feel their suspicions have been confirmed. They ask their friends and family, feeling frightened. Their suspicions are confirmed, but they are assured that they have not harmed anyone. They are told that they are kept locked away for everyone’s safety, and that no one had any intention of telling outsiders about Vic’s condition.
Several more months of their cycle pasted, coming up to a year after they were bitten. Vic had put on close to forty pounds. As squishy werewolf, Vic was doted on by the community. They still found it a bit disquieting to lose a few days a month, with only glimpses of memory. But what they could remember was being spoiled and feeling content. In addition, they felt a new confidence with their appearance. Rounder and a bit hairier, and all the more grateful.
Fantasy prompt: Magical music that causes weight gain.
The sound reverberates and the frequency interacts with the body’s fat cells in a way that that expands and multiplies them.
Perhaps one is travelling through a forest and hears a lovely tune, and goes towards it. They somehow feel heavier as they get closer, and realize that their clothing is squeezing tighter against their flesh.
Or maybe the concept of sirens. Sailors hear the lovely sounds and head towards the island. They land and they expand, until they struggle to walk. At this point they aren’t eaten by the sirens though, but doted on and fed to ensure they maintain their size.
Another idea, a small venue with a band. The band’s guitar player is sick so they have brought in this mysterious stranger who was available. The set begins and the small crowd starts to get bigger, not because there are more people, but there is just more of the people. The band also thickens and the leather jacket of the singer becomes skin tight.
Yet another idea: one shares music clips with other musicians online. A friend sends a snippet of a new project, and one listens to it. It sounds smooth and rich, and has a steady beat. A hand pats a thigh keeping time, when the thigh begins to jiggle more, and more. Then they realize their stomach is quickly bulging forward towards their desk.
Hell, the ice cream truck. You weren’t really hungry, but then you heard the jingle, and thought, maybe just something small. You head in the direction of the truck, but start to feel a bit weighted down. By the time you have arrived at the truck your stomach is hanging long out of the bottom of your shirt and the seems of your pants have ripped. But you don’t care, that music made you so hungry. You order an obscene amount of ice cream, and eat it all.
It has all the amenities that that you could want in a writers retreat. It was located in a beautiful rural location, but wasn't too far from the city. Mackenzie Quick needed to get out of her tiny apartment, she had had serious writers block for the past five months, and finally a spot had opened up at this writers retreat.
Amplus Resort was basically an all inclusive resort, with all services provided as part of the fee. And, if Mackenzie stayed for longer than three months, her fee would decrease. Not that she intended to stay longer than three months. She just needed to get past this block, she might only stay a couple of weeks.
The car pulls up to the entrance and her bags are collected. She is led into the lobby and approaches the front desk. A young man with light hair and round face greets her. He hands her brochure filled with all the included amenities, schedules for various programs and a map. Mackenzie notes the bowl of candies at the desk and thanks him, heading to the elevator. It opens and she notes the large size of it, it appeared to be an industrial size. She goes up to her room on the second floor, and is amazed by her room. A king size bed, a huge desk, and multiple chairs for reclining.
She hops onto the bed and opens the brochure. All meals included with breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert being served 24 hours a day, including all you can eat buffet, (I probably won't need that), swimming pool, spa including massage services, three theatre rooms, (interesting), an option for free unlimited room service, free clothing provided if her existing clothes became damaged in any way, (useful, but I don't see myself needing that), a wide variety of art and cooking classes, meditation, yoga, hypnosis for relaxation, (I might try that) and a large flower and vegetable garden, as well as an orchard.
A knock on her door and a resort employee rolls in a cart covered in food and drink. It's complimentary, she'd told. She snacks on some trail mix and swishes back some water.
That evening she heads down to the dining hall. She is taken aback by the sheer scale of the buffet. A man in a tight shirt accenting his soft form bumps into her. He apologizes, you new here? Yes, she says, I just arrived today. They take good care of you here, he says, I am almost finished my novel, more than 500 pages. Mackenzie congratulates him. Don't skip out on the buffet, he adds, it's usually better than the plated meals, and he walks off.
Taking his advice, Mackenzie scans the massive buffet. She chooses a few items, and sits to eat. It's so much better than the sandwiches and ramen she had been living off of at home. She returns for seconds, deciding to indulge a little. After finishing she sees a dessert cart being rolled in. A key lime tart is placed in front of her, she starts to protest, but the waiter has already moved on. She takes a small bite and simply can't resist, eating the whole tart. Heavily bloated and sleepy, she heads back to her room.
When she enters, she finds the cart with food and drink on it has been refreshed. She falls onto her bed goes to sleep. She awakens in the middle of the night, two o'clock in the morning. Her stomach growls angrily. Mackenzie lays there for a moment, trying to remember last night. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hits her, and she leaps up and pulls out her laptop. Sitting at the desk, she begins testing different write ups. Her stomach growls again, and she looks to the snack cart. There is an entire package of two-bite brownies, she grabs one, and takes a bite. She takes another and head back to her desk, typing more. Soon both the brownies are gone, but her mouth craves something to coat her mouth as she writes. She grabs the whole tub of brownies and places on her desk, (obviously I won't eat them all).
Over the next two and half hours Mackenzie types and chews, types and chews. Her stomach begins to feel tighter and tighter, but she's on a hot streak writing. She reaches for another brownie, only to rattle the empty plastic tub. She looks and sees that she managed to eat all the brownies, and at that point she truly feels how full she is. Her computer is covered in crumbs and grease prints. She saves her writing and heads back to bed, falling into a deep slumber.
The next day she doesn't wake up until almost eleven in the morning. She has a quick shower and exits her room. Across the hall a slightly soft woman is also exiting her room. They greet each other, the woman, Zara Townsend, is writing a cookbook, and she sometimes hosts the cooking classes here. She invites Mackenzie, despite her insistence that she is no cook. I can teach anyone to appreciate cooking, Zara tells her. The two of them head down to the dining hall and to eat together. Zara suggests Mackenzie try this breakfast burrito, also this doughnut, those hashbrowns are real good, too.
Once seated Mackenzie starts to work on her far-too-large breakfast. I'll maybe take some back to my room, she says, brain food for writing. She returns to her room with two donuts and some sausages, only to find her snack cart topped off yet again. And now a microwave and mini fridge have been added to her room. I sure ain't going to go hungry here, she muses.
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As the days pass and Mackenzie continues to hash out her book, she explores the grounds of Amplus Resort more. She notes that there are tables with food in every room, even in the hallways. Some include fruit from the resort's orchard, others are bowls of chocolates, candies and chips. She samples them as she strolls past. She is surprised at how much writing she has managed to get done being so stuffed full of rich, delicious food all the time. Maybe I just needed to treat myself a bit so I could get back into the swing of things, she ponders.
However, that same evening her mind simply stops working. She sits stiffly at her computer, mind blank, for hours. Her stomach roars several times and she tries to ignore it, trying to will herself to get out a few sentences, but she cannot. She glances at the clock, almost eight in the evening, and she hadn't eaten since lunch. Frustrated, she slams her laptop shut and thumps her way to the dining hall.
Most nights she would try to go for a balanced meal, but with her mood sour, she wanted some form of comfort. She found all her favourites, and overfilled her plate. As she put her plate down, a few french fries tumbled off the edge onto the table, and she quickly picked them up and dipped them into gravy and began to eat. Fries, fish sticks, pizza, cream corn, chicken wings, there wasn't a spot of green on that plate. She ate with a fury, a frustration at herself. I was doing so good at writing, she thought as she ripped into her fourth chicken wing, how did I loose all momentum? Her stomach was beginning to scream but she wasn't done yet. The food was starting to help calm her, she was slowing down, breathing more steadily. Not thinking, she waved over the dessert cart and asked for two large slices of cake to be delivered to her room. As she finished she saw the gravy container still rather full on her plate. She picked it up and drank from it, licking the edges. She belched, it echoing across the dining hall. Mackenzie reddened, suddenly coming to, and glanced nervously around. No one was looking at her, but she still rushed out of the dining hall. Just as she was leaving, she heard another writer belch.
Returning to her room she found the two huge slices of cake she ordered. She moaned and instead reclined in one of the chairs. She shimmied out of her pants and lifted up her shirt. She looked pregnant with her swollen gut, tight and taut from the very bottom to the top by her sternum. Mackenzie dozed off and napped for a couple of hours, before waking just before midnight. The slices of cake were still there. She wanted to be disgusted with herself, but instead her mouth watered and panties got wet. She got up and brought the plate over, reclining back in the chair. She slowly savoured the cake, frosting melting in her mouth. After she was done, she went off bed.
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For the next week Mackenzie didn't write at all. She tried to, sitting at her desk, typing a few, poorly thought out sentences. She stayed in her sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, trying to chew the thoughts out her her with chips, apples, and buffet food. One day for lunch Zara sat with her again in the dining hall. Zara recommended the hypnosis to relax. You are trying too hard to force yourself to write, she said, you need to just do something that comes naturally to you, it helped me. Mackenzie nodded as she dipped her second pita into tzatziki. I guess I could try it, she said.
That evening Mackenzie made her way to the hypnotist. She was slightly nervous. The hypnotist welcomed her warmly to her office, and asked her what her goals and intentions were. She explained and they started. The hypnotist asked Mackenzie what made her stressed, trying to make sure she wrote something good, and she asked her what made her feel relaxed, and the first thing she said was food. What kind of food? Just about anything, but carbs were the best. Care to be more specific? Buttery bread, desserts, cookies, brownies, anything made with potatoes.
The hypnotist asked her to release all tension in her body, and Mackenzie did. The hypnotist asked Mackenzie to feel her body with her hands and thank it for taking care of her. Mackenzie rubbed her hands over her body, lingering on her stomach and hips for a moment, feeling some extra flesh there. But it didn't worry her. The session ended and Mackenzie felt simply serene. She thanked the hypnotist and exited the office. In the hallway there was a bowl of candy coated chocolates. Mackenzie grabbed a handful and put it in her mouth. As she chewed and crunched, she picked up the bowl and went back to her room with it.
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Mackenzie sheepishly asked for a larger pair of pants from the resort staff, it seems mine have shrunk, she said. Both she and the staff knew she was lying, her pants hadn't shrunk at all, her waistline had just grown. Nonetheless, Mackenzie was provided with pants, free of charge, as well as shirts. She was still struggling with her writers block a week after seeing the hypnotist, but she was trying to be more gentle about it. She would sit outside in the garden, sipping some pop, listening to the birds. She went to the small theatres, and washed down popcorn and nachos with iced tea as she watched the wide selection of films there.
She observed the cooking class that Zara hosted, and helped Zara in finishing off the leftovers. You are a good cook, Mackenzie told Zara as she polished off the butter chicken from that day's class. You are good at eating, Zara replied, rubbing her hand on Mackenzie's stomach, pressed tight against her too small shirt. Mackenzie flushed and mumbled a thanks, while also saying something about heading to the swimming pool. She hadn't been yet in the almost three weeks she had been at Amplus Resort.
Back in her room, Mackenzie changed into her bikini and the toll of eating so richly became undeniably clear to her. She had the clear beginnings of a round muffin top, her belly button seemed deeper, her thighs and ass were widening. Her breasts were on the edge of being too large for her top, wobbling along with the rest of her body. She looked straight down, she couldn't see her knees anymore. She shouldn't be shocked, but she underestimated the softness that had accumulated on her body. Her heart was racing as she rubbed and pinched at her body fat. She pinched her hips with her fingers, and first one, then two, three, her whole hand digging deeply into her plush.
A knock on her door startled her, and she hurried to open it. It was Zara, wrapped in a shawl. Zara's eyes dipped down when Mackenzie opened the door, taking in her bare waist. I think I'm getting a little fat, Mackenzie said casually. Zara chuckled, you're not fat at all, your stomach just sticks out a bit.
The two of them head down to the pool and wade lazily in the water for a while before drying off and heading for dinner. Zara lends Mackenzie a stylish shawl so they don't have to change and go straight to the dining hall. Mackenzie fills her plate with goodness and begins to devour it. She was just swimming, needs to get back those calories. Occasionally, Zara offers Mackenzie a taste of her food. She delivers it to her mouth with her fork or spoon. Try this soup, try this beef, want a breadstick? And Mackenzie accepts, giving reviews to all her tastings. She has just finished off her plate when an idea for writing pops into her head. She quickly gets to her feet, asks Zara to order her some dessert to her room and she rushes to the elevator.
Jogging to the elevator, she feels her heavy stomach slosh and bound, and she has to slow down and support it with one hand. If she wasn't wearing bikini bottoms, she probably would have stopped eating earlier. And I just ordered dessert?
Back in her room, Mackenzie takes off the shawl and places it on a chair. She grabs her laptop and reclines on her bed, placing in on her lap. Her stomach is creeping up onto the the bottom of her laptop, holding it in place. She gets to writing immediately, typing away. A while later a soft knock sounds at her door. She finishes off her sentence and carefully gets up, almost waddling to the door. Zara is there with a platter of assorted cookies, easily two dozen, and Mackenzie can smell them. Freshly baked, Zara says, still warm.
Mackenzie lets Zara inside, grabbing a salted caramel cookie and instantly chewing on it. She thanks Zara, points her to her shawl and returns to her bed to write. She reclines a bit more, bending her knees slightly. Zara asks if she can stay and watch Mackenzie write, Mackenzie puzzles at this, but sees that Zara is also offering her another cookie. She finishes the salted caramel one and takes the double chocolate chip one from Zara. Oh, she knows what she's doing, Mackenzie thinks to herself. She agrees and Zara sits in one of the chairs nearest to the bed, proffering cookies every time Mackenzie finishes one. Her keyboard is again greased and crumbed, but she is on a roll writing. She accepts every cookie offered to her, pausing to belch, and keeps typing.
Finally she asks Zara for a tissue and wipes off her keyboard and hands, saving her writing for the night. She cradles her distended stomach. A few weeks ago when she ate too much, it was merely rock hard, now there was a bit more than a hint of pudge overlaying it. Zara says goodnight for the evening and leave. On the desk, twelve more cookies remain. Mackenzie makes a mental note for breakfast.
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Mackenzie ate more frequently with Zara, and invited her over when she got inspired and in a writing mood to provide her with encouragement, (partially) and snacks, (mostly). Her waistline continued to widen, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed feeling herself, she never spent time before just laying there, caressing her body, being enamored by it. Now she did everyday. She wrote sitting in her bed more often now than at her desk. It was becoming difficult though, her tummy covering the touchpad would sometimes click it, so she had to lock it.
She was eating way more than she was writing at this retreat, but it still felt like a huge accomplishment.
Eventually, after a total of three months at the resort, she finished her novel and sent it off to her editors. To celebrate, she had a meal with Zara and few other writers in the dining hall. As they laughed and feasted, Mackenzie felt the weight of her stomach pooling on her upper thighs. She let out a hearty laugh and felt her whole body bounce. She wasn't sure how many tacos she had eaten at this point but it didn't matter to her. She was asked what she was going to do now that she had finished her novel. Mackenzie cautioned them that her editors could still ask her to change things, and that she had just paid to stay another whole month, since after staying three months at Amplus, the price to stay goes down.
A few days later Mackenzie received word from her editor, her book only needed minor tweaks, but that wasn't the big news. The publishing company wanted to make it into a series, probably a trilogy, but maybe longer. Mackenzie was thrilled, and goes to tell Zara. Zara congratulates her, but she says she needs to leave the resort soon. Her father's wife, her step mother was sick, so she was going to support them both. Mackenzie hugged her, thanking her for being such a good friend. They promise to keep in touch. In touch? Mackenzie laughs, jiggling her belly a bit, this touch too? Zara lightens up a bit, smiling.
A few days later, Zara leaves, but not before having a massive lunch with Mackenzie. Mackenzie is starting her sixth quesadilla when Zara finishes her second. She's stuffed, she says. Mackenzie chews and raises her eyebrows. Zara chuckles again, the happy sound echoing through the dining hall.
The two say their goodbyes, and Mackenzie heads back to her room. Her snack cart has been freshly topped off with pretzels, cookies, grapes, and pop. She takes a double chocolate cookie, despite her fullness, and takes a bite in honour of her friend. She caresses her butterball of a stomach and begins to think of a sequel to her novel.
I wonder how long it will take to write here, she ponders, I wonder how much bigger I'll get trying to write.
