The party is dying down. Semi-Sonic's "Closing Time is playing". We're swaying to the music, which is all I can do these days. You struggle to wrap your arms around me. At nearly 500 pounds, no one can wrap their arms around me. Your hands rest on the rolls of fat just above my ass and I set my swollen cheek on your shoulder. I'm so happy I accepted that dinner request all those many years and pounds ago.
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Forever Widening
NouvellesFollow the weight gain adventures of today's youngest aspiring piggies, whales and hippos as they share their fantasies, goals and experiences as they pack on the pounds. Each story is self-contained. Young men, women and everyone in-between explore...
