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Waitress part 1 by Weight Gainers Unite I am 5,1", and it's no secret that I'm wide and fat. I have an extremely wide ass, double D breasts, thick thighs and arms, and I have a bit of a belly as well… I work at a restaurant called Stan's Plan. It had just gotten announced the unhealthiest restaurant in the world, not for rats or food poisoning or anything like that. No, not at all. It's because the food Stan cooks is unhealthy, and is practically a heart attack waiting to happen. Since I am and always have been the only waitress here, I have seen everything this food does. I have seen anorexic celebrities come in here and gain a wh

I tugged sheepishly at my shirt, begging it to stretch and stop clinging to my bloated belly. My family and I had been decorating Christmas cookies for a while now, and I felt my bowl of dough had gone more into my mouth than into shapes of reindeer or bells. I justified it by saying it was the holidays, now is the time to indulge. And even so, I was still pretty thin. I’d just put on a few pounds from the sugar filled goodies covering our counters this time of year. “Brooklyn, if you keep that up, you’re gonna need new jeans for Christmas!” My mom said laughing, pointing at my straining button when I had reached acros

Anna has a bit too much to eat Anna didn't know why she was so hungry. She is a relatively thin college aged girl, who spent most of her time studying or doing some casual work. She usually looked after her 110 pound body well, doing running every so often, and had a few boys who are interested in her. Her latest job has been at a resturant, where she has worked as a waitress. However tonight she accidently knocked over a container of some sort of spice. She didn't know what it was, but took a taste of it. It tasted like heaven to her, so she took a handful of it, while no one was looking, and swallowed it. Towards the end of her shift she

From her chair, Marlene stretched her fat body and groaned with pleasure.  A can of soda and an empty half-gallon ice cream box-which half an hour ago had been new-lay empty on her desk, and her warm, heavy belly felt cool on the inside. "Awwww…that was-hic-great!"  Marlene said to herself and patted her bare belly.  Her whole body shook every few seconds from a string of loud hiccups brought on from rapidly shoveling ice cream into her mouth and guzzling soda without stopping to breathe.  They rippled through her body, and-far from being annoyed-Marlene stuffed her hands beneath her belly so she could feel its entire weight undulate wi

Bianca looked doubtfully at her reflection in the mirror suspecting that she had “put on a little weight”, using her own words. She started he inspection poking and pinching her soft potbelly, clearly visible even under her sweater. She was a beautiful Italian girl with long and smooth black hair, 5’6’’ tall and weighing about 120 pounds. Or, at least, that had been her weight until the beginning of December. During the Christmas month she had been eating more than usual and stopped going to the gym at all. She had never had a good metabolism and thus her weight had almost immediately started increasing. She had not

On a chilly morning, two days before Christmas, Ashley Wilson waddled out of her bedroom. She was wearing a white tank top and red pajama pants with snowflakes on them. She slowly made her way down the stairs. Her right hand gripped the handrail tightly as she held her fat and stubby left arm out for balance. She was very careful as her foot moved down to the next stair. Ashley had become such an overfed butterball that she couldn’t see where her feet were stepping. In fact she could barely see the bottom of the staircase because her bulging belly and breasts were so big. The brown-haired teen hated the stairs. Using them was probably t

With Clare's self-esteem lifted by her date with Steve, she was willing to eat anything placed in front of her. After her dinner feast and mountain of desert that followed her parents really laid on the calories in the following weeks. She ballooned from 200lbs up to 250 in mere months. It didn't help that Jen was also stopping at every fast food stand for a "small" bite with Claire when ever they were out. Jen had been having less and less random hook-ups with hot guys and she didn't know why. Her rational was that Claire needed to plump up more so she could seem more attractive, even more so than she did now, she really wanted to stand out

Megan couldn't believe her good luck.  Landing a job as TA for a cooking class had to be the sweetest deal a senior could land.  Not only would she get credit for doing practically nothing, she'd also get free food!  And, to Megan, anything free was definitely good. Megan was a slender girl with dainty B cup breasts and short, mussy mousy brown hair.  She had a slight bit of pudge around her middle, an inevitable result of her lazy, sedentary lifestyle, but for the most part she maintained a naturally svelte figure.  With thick plastic framed glasses and a crooked smile, she might not have been the picture of conventional beauty but she was

"Darn it all!" Heather turned around in front of the mirror and scowled at her reflection.  At seventeen, a girl was supposed to have filled out some.  Despite all her hoping and wishing, however, Heather remained as flat as a board. "The problem," said her friend Shelly helpfully, "is that you're so thin.  Your metabolism is so high that your body never has a chance to store any fat before it all gets burned away." "So what do you suggest?" asked Heather. Shelly shrugged.  "I dunno.  I guess you could try to eat more, but I can't see what good that would do for you.  You already eat loads and you're thin as a rail.  If I ate half as

Gretel was a blood hound on a trail. She had caught a whiff of the delicious aroma, and would not stop until she found the source. Pushing her way deeper into the woods, mowing through the dense vegetation that impeded her path, she trekked on, following the scent. It was the most delicious smell that had ever graced her shnoz. It smelled of sweets, of baking pastries, of dreamy desserts. The hungry girl followed her nose (and stomach!), following the still-hot trail of the scent of sweets. Suddenly she came to a clearing, and gasped in delight. There it was, the source of the sweets. Standing in front of her, looking like something out of

Once there was a girl. Her name was Val. She lived in a special facility where she worked as a tester for experiments. She was basically their lab rat. One day, some of the scientists decided that they wanted to do a special experiment. So, they took Val to a large bedroom in the facility. It was a very luxurious room. The bed was as soft as a cloud and the sheets and covers were made of the finest silk. The carpet was so soft that you could fall asleep on it. The bedside table and dresser were made of the most expensive wood. The closet was filled with clothes made from very expensive materials. A radio sat on the dresser and there was a gia

      They were having a wonderful time, eating and laughing and having fun, but the celebration was replaced with a unanimous, melancholy sense of self-loathing when they read those two words on the bottom of their check:             "fat girls"       It was scrawled in bubbly english script where the table number was supposed to go.       A party of four customers found this at the end of their night at the restaurant. Undeniably, they were all different shades of heavyset, and they were all insecure about it. In light of this, the name calling proved to be an especially low blow. They were quite justifiably furious. When the waitress

Curses and Spells were not supposed to be real. They should not work and they should have no power in the real world. They were the things stories were made of. Magic was only supposed to exist in movies and with cheesy magicians. It was not supposed to exist in the life of eighteen-year-old Rachel Kent. The only problem was that a curse had landed right on top of her and was showing itself to be very real. But to start here would be to miss out on how she found herself in this situation. Rachel Kent was a sight to behold. Not really tall but medium height, she was trim but with good curves. She had a wonderful complexion and always seemed