Gwendolyn didn’t really enjoy eating, most nights she’d drink at least 2 liters of soda, and stuff herself sick with carbs. She didn’t really like being fat either. As she grew more and more obese, she was constantly annoyed by the feeling of rolls of flesh slapping against each other, but what she did love was the attention she got. Walking around campus, that big gut of hers out for all the men to see, she had a veritable stockade of suitors to choose from and she relished in it. Then one day, heading to see one of her favorite male friends, she felt her clothes begin to get tight. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, she sacrificed countless pairs of pants and tops to her high calorie ways over the years, but this, this was ridiculous.
Her breasts were titanic. Gwen had enjoyed them swelling over the years, but not so much the sagging, but it was goodbye to any firmness today as her melons turned to tear drops hanging from her chest near to the ground, gently waving back and forth like a recently used swing. Her butt meanwhile, often lagging behind the rest of her back when she was purposely packing on pounds was increasing in girth so quickly it force down her pants.
Gwen’s whole body was hot, but it was a sort of energetic, exciting heat. This wasn’t like when she was trying to get fat, it wasn’t like when she’d been so full of meat all she could do was lay in bed with the sweats. She outgrew her clothes, but it wasn’t like that time where she gained 30 lbs over the holidays, and literally had nothing she could wear at all, sitting naked in her dorm room til her parents could send her new clothes, this, this was wonderful. Flesh tightened, but no new stretch marks appeared, rings of flesh ballooned from her upper arms, yet she almost felt less ungainly with this new hugeness than the fat that shed force on herself. She stood in the middle of campus nude, growing fatter than any hog, and finally, as the pressures in her body began to turn from anxious awkwardness to raging orgasm, she understood why men wanted to touch these bodies, why thin and pretty just hadn’t been doing it for them anymore. She forced her hands between her breasts and sent them wobbling away from each other, only to feel a sense of erotic joy as they swung back crashing into each other and sending Gwendolyn into giant gelatinous climax.
Hmmmm, what to say here.... I go by K-R. I'm a 30 year old nerdy girl, who still plays her old NES games and loves to draw other girls with extreme proportions. Why? I dunno why. But it's FUN. So, maybe that's why. Oh yeah, and it's sexy. heh... Do I imagine myself like the girls I draw? eh, sometimes, but not too often at all. Do I really have wacky red hair "that's dyed" and insane green eyes? Yes. Yes I do. I had art on here once back in 2005, but I quickly took it down a few months later after a friend found out. Well, I've since come clean about my art to most of my friends, so I don't care anymore. Most of my old art "which is ALOT" will not be re-posted on DA, as it's old and not very good. But it's still online on a super secret site "thats not so secret." Anywhos, I dunno what else to say here. Keep it crazy!|
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Oh yeah, I'm a lesbian. Deal with it! ^_~ LOVE!