She's Stuffed, Swollen and Submissive

By Faith Brightwing

How does a slim beauty burst her seams? By submitting to one steamy dom. In this three-book-bundle, she begs for more of his belly-bursting, humiliating discipline. No matter how big she bulges or how tight she swells, she can't stop stuffing until he's satisfied. Will he ever be? Her swollen, strained belly hopes so. Or does it?

Books Include:
Ashley's Expanding: Ashley has always been small, but age and decadence are rounding her out. When she submits to her new curvy bod and meets a mysterious feeder, she discovers just how sexy her ballooning body can be. She's hot on being stuffed big, round and tight by an alpha who knows how to push a girl to eat up and to stretch her limits, even as she's all tied up and steamy, and her belly begs for mercy.

If the Uniform Fits (Ashley's High School Reunion) - She was a thin cheerleader once, but has blown up big time thanks to her alpha's discipline. And, she's been invited to her high school reunion! She must display her ballooning body to classmates who expect a cheerleader's sleek physique. When she encounters the bad boy that got her hot for rough and steamy games, he reacts forcefully to her unexpectedly plump physique. And did we mention the mean girls who can't resist taunting this former cheerleader who might just burst her skirt?

Ashley's Sweet Revenge - Ashley channels her burgeoning mean streak to make a frenemy pay in a big way. Let's just say for Ashley, the best revenge is a dish served forcefully, and she won't stop until her nemesis is bloated, swollen and publicly humiliated.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Faith Brightwing
• Release date: May 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463005897

Faith Brightwing

If the girl two cubicles down is starting to strain against her sweaters, if the neighborhood yoga bunny is swelling out of her stretch pants, if your favorite style blogger is pudging out of her designer jeans, then you may be living in the Faith Brightwing universe.Faith Brightwing writes weight-gain erotica across multiple genres, focusing on girl-next-door types who find themselves in sticky situations with an undeniable fat-fantasy-feeder edge. Feederism, BDSM, FA and erotic gaining make fattening fun for these characters, who get stuffed in ways they consented to, and sometimes asked for, but certainly never expected.

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She’s Stuffed, Swollen and Submissive

By Faith Brightwing

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Copyright 2018 Faith Brightwing 

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She’s Stuffed, Swollen and Submissive

By Faith Brightwing

A Three-Book- Bundle

Ashley’s Expanding

When I walk down the street, people stare at me. I’m used to it. The swish of my hips, the click of my heels, the way my shiny, auburn curls bounce just-so on my shoulders. When I stretch to reach my office mailbox at work, my back arches and my breasts push a little against the silky button down shirts that I like to wear. When I bend over to adjust my shoe after yoga, my ass strains against my leggings in a luscious way. I can feel eyes on me, and it makes me feel beautiful.

At work one day,  I begin to feel different. The pencil skirt I usually wear must have shrunk at the dry cleaners, because it is riding a little higher than usual. Hm. I brush off the feeling and continue my afternoon snack of peanut butter crackers and apple juice.

The next week, I notice it again. Those dry cleaners must have changed their formula, I say as I try to pull my skirt down over my hips and thighs. Today, my blouse fits differently too, pulling between the buttons and revealing the lace of my bra.

I’m finishing my late-afternoon snack (I snack a lot!) of a banana with hazelnut spread, when I notice it’s almost 4 p.m.

Oh! I exclaim, and grab my gym bag. I’m almost late for yoga!

When I arrive at the yoga studio, I pull on my lulu leggings and with an exasperated sigh, pat my belly. Maybe it’s not the dry cleaners. I admit to myself. I don’t dry clean my yoga clothes, and yet my size smalls are stretched pretty tight these days. Harrumph. I do a few bends and stretches in the locker room to make sure that nothing embarrassing escapes during class.

Downward dog! shouts Marisa, our drill sergeant of an instructor. Isn’t yoga supposed to be relaxing? Marisa didn’t get that memo.

Cow pose!

I’m on my knees, filling my belly with air and slowly exhaling it as instructed, arching my back, elbows to the floor. Oh no, I can feel it happening. The waistband on my leggings is about to roll down and expose my pale, white tum as it inflates and deflates. How embarrassing. I try to improvise by taking breaths that are more shallow.

Ashley! Inhale! Deep belly breaths! says Marisa, walking over to my spot. She stands there and eyes me for a moment while I try my best to inhale without a wardrobe malfunction.

She moves on without a word, but approaches me after class.

Ashley, I noticed you were having some issues with your floor work today, she says.

Maybe, I said. I think something is wrong with my outfit today, it was distracting me.

Hmm, she said, walking closer to me while playing with her straight, perfect, white-blonde hair. If your ‘outfit’ keeps distracting you, there are modifications you can do going forward.

What do you mean? I asked.

Modifications to make it easier on the bigger girls. She poked one perfectly-manicured finger at my midsection, smirked her glossy lips, and walked away.

Bigger girls! What did she mean by that? I’m not a bigger girl. Well, maybe bigger than I was last year, but who isn’t as they approach their mid-twenties? The nerve of that woman! Ugh!

I gathered my things and walked out the door. Bigger girl.

This bigger girl was low on groceries, so I stopped at the Food Mart on my way home, still stewing.

I knew my clothes weren’t shrinking, I was growing. Marisa just pointed out the obvious. My loose dresses were now my normal dresses and my body con dresses - well - let’s just say I am certainly conscious of every curve in my body when I’m wearing them. My jeans dig into my waist and pinch at the top of my thighs. My t-shirts cling to rolls I didn’t have when I bought them. It was time for a diet.

Walking toward the produce aisle, I looked at the fruit and vegetables that I did like, but not enough to live on exclusively for the rest of my life. I pushed my cart past the bulk aisle, filling up baggies with whole grains that I knew would taste like cardboard. No dessert aisle for me, and no fresh-baked bread. Not today, maybe not ever. I’ll just be over here in the corner enjoying my hard boiled egg and beef jerky. Mmm.

No!