Stuffed: Erotic Weight Gain

By Praedatorius

A big, big, big girl...

Cheryl has been on a diet since middle school. She gave up every food except brown rice and steamed vegetables, but in exchange, she got a hot body and her best friend's man. Now, on her 20th birthday, will Cheryl's trim figure survive an all-you-can-eat buffet of revenge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Praedatorius
• Release date: May 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463866016

Praedatorius

Praedatorius is an author of fetish fiction, focusing and body transformations such as breast expansion, giants, shrinking, weight gain, and sex change.

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Stuffed

Erotic Weight Gain

by

Praedatorius

Published on Smashwords by Praedatorius

Daddy, how could you?

What’s the matter, pumpkin?

Cheryl scowled at the food table that the caterers had set up in the backyard. Cheese fries? Chicken tenders? Fettuccine alfredo? Are you trying to kill me or just put me in a coma?

Don’t worry, I got a salad.

Potato salad doesn’t count as a salad, Dad.

"Well, as the man who is hosting and paying for your birthday party, I get to choose what we serve. When you pay for the birthday party, you can order all the brown rice and steamed vegetables you want."

Cheryl’s stomach growled, but she ignored it, like always. Wearing her red tube top and short shorts were well worth the empty stomach, especially with Derek and Cricket on their way.

"Besides, I got your favorites. Remember when I used to take you, Cricket, and all your friends to Riley’s and split a plate of cheese fries? That was a lot more fun than sitting down to a dinner of brown rice and zucchini."

It’s not my fault, Dad. Whenever I eat carbs, I blow up like a balloon. I’m not a kid anymore, sighed. That means not eating like a pig.

Your loss, he said. I’m going to eat some fries. You can join me when you want to stop being boring.

Thanks, where do you keep the rice around here?

Dad snorted. In the bottom left cabinet, but you might want to save room for dessert. I got your favorite.

Cheryl’s heart nearly stopped.

I ordered caramel, chocolate, turtle—

Dad, look! she interrupted. Guests are coming. Could you show them where to change into their bathing suits?

Oh, of course! Dad led the guests to the bathhouse. Cheryl breathed a sigh of relief.

Hey girlfriend, how’s it going?

Cheryl could hear the tension in Cricket’s voice from across the lawn. She slowly turned around, making sure that Cricket could see her flat stomach and her tan. She looked out of the corner, and there was Cricket, wearing a loose t-shirt and pair of jeans: not an ounce of flesh to be seen.

Hey girlfriend! Cheryl waved.

Oh my gosh, it’s been forever! Cricket smiled, her teeth clenched. "How are