Apelord

****************************************************************************** Raymond watched Patricia's hefty breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing, gradually slowing down as the anesthesia took effect. "Aaaand she's out," he said definitively after a few more minutes, clapping his hands together in satisfaction. "Thank you, gentlemen; you are fee to go." Five of the six surgeons nodded and began removing their masks and gowns, revealing their finely-pressed servants' suits underneath. They all said their various goodbyes, tossed their costumes into a bin along the wall, and began heading towards the exit. "Good work today, g

****************************************************************************** "Hey there, cutie," the strange woman said, her eyes narrowed seductively in Raymond's direction. "Where're you going?" Raymond froze, staring dumbly into the woman's face, before switching his gaze to the hand laying softly on his. There was no way…Not him. Not how he looked. When he failed to respond, the woman pouted. "You're not leaving already, are you?" she asked cutely. Raymond sputtered slightly, trying to find his voice before the shock rendered him completely mute. Even when he did manage to speak, he couldn't come out with anything coherent. "Er

****************************************************************************** "Yes…Yes…Absolutely. I understand…I can't imagine any problems….That I will. I am looking forward to it, sir. Have a nice day." Raymond set the phone down and, after clearing his large mahogany desk of leftover forms, buzzed his secretary, whose voice immediately came over the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Williams?" "Stacey, schedule an interview with the Professor of Mythology at Eastern. This Wednesday, 5 P.M." "Sure thing, Mr. Williams," Raymond heard, followed immediately by the clicking sound of quick fingers pounding a keyboard. "But, uh…I

Desire of the Night By Apelord ****************************************************************************** Patricia Turner hadn't always been fat. She once had the body of a tight, toned cheerleader who exclusively dated football players…mostly because she once was a tight, toned cheerleader who exclusively dated football players. Back in high school, she had rock-hard abs; firm, round buttocks; and large, perky boobs that jiggled enticingly when cheered on the team. But that was thirty years – and 200 pounds – ago. Nowadays, at a staggering 302 pounds, all of those features were buried beneath a thick layer of blubber:

************************************************************************************* Alright then, final chapter is here everyone. The end. The epic conclusion. The finale. That's all, folks. The, uh…kit and caboodle…No, that doesn't work there… I think they get the point, Brandy. Sorry. I'm just trying to fill time. I feel like we need to do something special for this intro. Not necessarily; I think it would be best if we just go straight into the story. You know, since this is the end and all, people probably want to jump in and see how it ends. Eh, we did that last time…This time, I feel like we need to draw it ou

************************************************************************************* Alright, howdy everyone. I don't want to drag this part down with too much introduction, so let's jump right in. Let's do this! …Do you always have to have the last word? Yes I do! I'm sure my dress could feel the effects of my hour-long binge by the time we left the theater. It was already shockingly tight before I left; afterwards, though, there was definitely a more intense strain on the fabric trying to cover my entire bulging belly. Every move I made caused my huge, hanging stomach to wobble uncontrollably, and it was all on display in my ski

************************************************************************************* Hello, Stephanie Ingram here, and I have some wonderful news!! I've lost all my "new relationship" weight! HUZZAH!!! It's like I said before, I've always appreciated some nice curves on other women, but it just seemed too weird on me. So I decided to take my trips to the pool a little more seriously, and I actually started swimming as a form of exercise, not just a hobby. Abby understood and supported me the whole way, but she refused to join me. S'not like I would've let her do it anyway. And lose those juicy thighs and that hot bubble butt? I don't damn

************************************************************************************* Okay, so we're good now, right? You're not hungry anymore? Yep, I'm set…Ahh, that cake hit the spot. Alright, good. I don't want any more interruptions. We're just getting to the good part. Oh yeah, this part is good. Exactly. So, let's jump right back to the story then, shall we? I stood gazing at the mirror in the bathroom in my dark green sundress, realizing then just how long it had been since I last wore it: my birthday party…three months ago. It felt so tight around my midsection, like a second skin. It didn't so much "cover" my belly a

************************************************************************************* Alright, I'm back from lunch and ready for part two. I'm still hungry, by the way. You're always hungry. That doesn't make my complaint any less credible. I still have your word that you won't interrupt me while I'm telling the story? I will hold my tongue until these dreadful hunger pangs prove to be just too much…Oh, I don't know how long I can last… Stop acting so damn dramatic; you just had a pound of tortellini. Well anyway, let the story continue! I'm feeling faint. Once I got home, I rushed straight to my room and jumped eagerly ont

The Talking Stomach By Apelord ************************************************************************************* Have you ever had one of those weird impulses that seem to come from someone other than yourself? Like, when you're driving down the road and suddenly you just want to ram into the car next to you? Or when you have to stop yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs inside a library? Normally, you can control yourself, suppress it, and just go on with your day, right? Now imagine if that impulse never went away…If it just stayed in your mind and festered until you finally caved in, and the longer you tried to igno