Fault in our Codes (Robololi WG Story) It is the distant year of 3118, and robots have become essential parts of everyone’s lives. Androids act as assistants, doctors, teachers and, sometimes, even act as replacements for children in infertile relationships. Kid-bots are androids designed to assist couples in child care, by acting as a perfect replica of what a child they would give birth to would look like. These children span various ages, though the most popular model is the age 4 model, as most couples find them to be the most easily manageable. The factory where these androids were built, owned by a company named Androbot, also have robot workers, doing the menial task of assembling, constructing and wiring the Kid-bots. Day in and day out, the kid-bots are built and sent back out on a long assembly line, eventually leading to a truck that delivers them to homes all across America. However, one day on the assembly line, there was a bit of a mix-up…
The Cursed Weight Gain DreamJenny didn’t believe in witchcraft. Raised an atheist, she had always felt certain that spells and magic of any description were resolutely confined to the domain of fiction. Over the course of her miserable seventeenth year of life, however, her faith, or more accurately her lack of it, was shaken. She’d started to have dreams. Every night, she dreamt the same thing; she’d be sitting in a majestic banquet hall, alone at a table that bowed under the weight of more food that any one person could hope to eat. And every night, the delicious scent of this fictional feast was so great that she couldn’t help but dig in with her bare hands. Plate after plate, serving after serving she would consume relentlessly, gorging without restraint like a starving animal. There she would eat alone for what felt like hours, impossible amounts of food passing her lips and making its way to her stomach. By the time the feast was over and the grand table was bare she was stuffed, and
A Chef's Care “Uuugh!” groaned Yip, “what do you mean we're out of poptarts!?” “I'm saying that there are none left, you ate them all,” said Karen. “That was the third pack this week.” “But.. But… I need them!” The lycan replied in desperation. She had been on a binge recently, day in and day out gorging on the cheap sweets in between meals. While she usually eats an abnormal amount of them, they never took a major toll on her figure in the past. However, after the recent rise in her appetite her already large gut stuck out a little more than usual, her sweater beginning to fail to cover its entirety. Yip had been oblivious to the recent change, but Karen noticed every new inch on her waistline and watched with perverted giddiness. “Here, I've got an idea,” Karen said while shuffling to the pantry. “Instead of going out to buy you more of that fake food, I'll co
Kristie's Special Day (Loli WG Story) Kristie was a young, 4-year-old girl. She lived with her mother, Karen, in a small house in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, yet the most notable feature of her was her insatiable hunger. She often ate in surplus, much more than a girl her age should eat. Whenever she had the opportunity she would eat as much as possible, whenever possible. In the movie theatre, she would always get two large hot dogs and a big bag of popcorn. At fast food restaurants, she would ask for the triple-large combo meals. The only filter she had was her mother, who made sure to regulate Kristie’s large appetite and keep her relatively healthy. Kristie didn’t like this, but in the end, it kept her fit and active, and able to play with her friends. However, all of this was about to change, when she woke up early one early Friday morning to the smell of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. It lifted her out of bed, still in her silky purple pajama shirt and bottoms, marchi
The Story of the Fat GirlAs by request, this is the story of how I fattened up the girl in the majority of my pictures, from how it began, to how she is today. Keep in mind some details are left out, but you can find a lot of those in the pictures I've posted. So, at one point in time a few years ago, at school (we were sophomores at the time) my friend Savhanna kept complaining about how she always felt kind of sick. Well, she was skinny, about 110 or so pounds, and about 5'4. She wasn't anorexic, but she didn't always eat a whole lot at all. I wanted to help her not feel so sick all the time, so I kept telling her she needed to actually eat, but she kept saying she was fine or wasn't hungry. At one point, we were texting and I mentioned how I had just made brownies (or cupcakes or something...I can't remember now >.
Daddy's 'Little' Girl - A WG 1/3Note: This is a prestige WG story. A little different than the others, it's three parts instead of two, and there are...other differences as well. “The fat bitch cometh.” Said one of the girls in Ms. Savard’s English class. The other girl she was talking to looked over her shoulder and quickly returned her gaze to the front of the classroom. ‘The Fat Bitch’ in question was Rebecca Olivier, an 18-year old Senior at the high school who, until recently, had been second in line for Valedictorian. But now that Chelsea Summers, that mouthbreathing goodie-two-shoes had all but dropped out of school, Rebecca had no other real competition. It was nice, but she had started to get restless. She was always on the lookout for something new. Something to conquer. The girls in her social circle had never really liked her, only just associated with her to leech some of her popularity and wit. But now, they were noticing a change in Rebe
Lunch at McDonald's (Kim Chapter 2)The next morning, after her two and a half hour beauty routine, Kim began to put on the outfit she had laid out the night before. She had chosen a simple ribbed white tank top, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and her favourite black high heels. A perfect mix of casual and sexy, thought Kim, as she began to pull the jeans up her leg. It normally took a little struggle for Kim to get them on, skin tight as they were, but today it seemed harder than usual. Kim grunted—how unladylike—and jumped in the air as she yanked them over her perfectly round rear, surprised at how tight they felt. "Must've shrunk in the wash," she said out loud, reaching for the zipper. It came up about halfway before Kim was forced to suck in her gut, but she was used to doing so and buttoned the jeans with only a little trouble. The tank top fitted tightly over her flat abdomen, and she made sure to adjust it so that an appropriate amount of cleavage was showing. Kim slipped on the heels, grabbed her