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Note: This is a fetish story revolving around feeding, fat, weight gain, and some mental health issues. This is written in a way that relies on the reader having already read The No-Diet Coalition part 1 and part 2. Supervisor Tim Yang squinted and rubbed his chin as he processed what he was reading. “This is who sent the bank transfer? Danielle Burke?” “Yes, sir,” Special agent Ron Holder responded. “Unless we find conclusive evidence of illegal activity it would be challenging to pursue action against her, she has too much invested in…” Supervisor Yang dismissed the comment with a wave of his hand, he didn’t need it explained to him. “And the recipient… Kalani Albers? What do we know about… him? her?” Kalani was a citizen of the Caribbean island nation of Sao Nuno, a country experiencing a wave of protests and riots due to the leak of papers revealing collusion of its president with international business interests. And when a certain Mrs. Burke made a bank transfer of $5,000 to

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction. Playing. Eating. Touring. Eating. Life was a blur. Throughout the following year, more individually small adaptations to the way that restaurants did business added up to a sweeping change of norms. Chains suffered dearly at the expense of smaller, independently owned restaurants, whose confederated associations were becoming powerful enough to stand up to corporations. Delivery ranges expanded as they poured more resources into that aspect of their business. New places opened, many of them small and without any seating, emphasizing delivery to the expense of sit-down dining. An entire industry formed of specialists in modifying restaurants’ temples using their account’s customization tools, and in trainings for restaurant staff to do the same. Public transportation also saw a boom, as players traveled to different areas of the city just to get in range of more temples. Developers had to implement the possibility to use GPS

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction. Over the following three days, Steph completed each of the other temples, her character growing stronger as her fascination with both the game itself and its real-world culinary component grew. By the fourth day, she was addicted. Over her meal of “dragon steak” from the gastropub, a menu item they’d invented specifically for the game, she insisted that Amira and her development team needed to work faster, so she could play more. “We’re getting there,” Amira said. “Limited launch in two months. Only available right around here and in parts of Tartu. After that, it’s mostly just getting more restaurants on board. We’re up to ten who are completely signed up and ready to go, and we’ve made contact with literally hundreds, but we’re going to have to get some kind of hype going to really reach the potential I think we have.” “Hmm. Maybe I can help with that,” Stephanie said. Six weeks later, Stephanie had her first stream

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction. Further chapters will prominently feature overeating and weight gain. Evochia /iˈvo:kiˌa/ “Hey, you don’t still play Pokémon Go, do you babe?” Amira asked her girlfriend, who was sitting on the couch playing her Switch when Amira got home from work. “Nah, not for… jeez, like a year,” responded Stephanie. “You used to love that. Any reason you aren’t into it anymore?” “I don’t know, I just don’t really think about it that much.” “The reason I ask,” Amira said, “is that someone at work mentioned the idea of developing something like that.” Steph paused the game and game and turned to her. “Really? Your company can do that?” “Not really. I doubt it’ll happen, but there’s some brainstorming happening over it.” Amira was a project manager for a startup called Nuthatch Entertainment that mostly made phone app games. They were very small, and hadn’t had any projects near the scale that they were talking about. Steph thought

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction and depicts extreme, unrealistic overeating and weight gain. Epilogue A woman was quietly crying, her palm covering her teary eyes. She was in a banquet hall, seated at a table spanning the room, piled high with a sumptuous feast. She was thin, only about 170 pounds. A feminine voice called out to her. “Why are you crying, when there’s so much delicious food for you?” The woman answered, her voice cracking through the sobs, “I’m full.” An extremely chubby hand lowered gently onto her shoulder to comfort her, the fingers spread permanently apart by their girth, partly enveloped by the roll of fat billowing over the wrist. “You’re not alone,” said the voice. “We’re here to help.” The woman wiped her tears, then picked up a fork and stared at it with a look of determination. She took a bite of macaroni and cheese. “Millions of people suffer from edacity deficiency,” said the voiceover. The video cut to a clip of the woman who

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction and depicts extreme overeating and weight gain. Chapter 8: Expansion Ashley instructed Lucy to prepare a huge welcoming party when the merger was complete. Finally, after years of good office space going to waste, the overflow office was actually going to be filled. Upper management proved more willing to consider restructuring after replacing Karina failed to produce results. The two departments were now merged, a total of 13 employees under Ashley and her new assistant manager, Sarah. “I’m so excited to be moving out of the main building,” Sarah told Lucy, scanning the box for her third doughnut. Sarah was already rather chubby, at about 370 pounds. “You can never find parking down there, and the food isn’t this good.” Ashley was leading a brief orientation for the new transfers. “…personal email, but not add it to the client, and not during work hours, but on breaks is fine. Anyway, moving on. We take health and wellness;

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction and depicts extreme overeating and weight gain. Chapter 7: Invasion Lucy had in the back of her mind that things wouldn’t last forever, not without some kind of change, but after nothing changed for so long, she fell into a contented equilibrium. It was her three-year anniversary of being hired, and life was good. She weighed 423 pounds – far fatter than she’d ever imagined she’d get, but it not only felt fine to her, it felt… Well, it didn’t even feel fat. Gabby gave her the hand-sign for “keep it coming.” Lucy put down the empty pitcher of shake and raised a full one. They had offered to funnel-feed Lucy, to celebrate her anniversary, and she actually thought it might be fun, but it worked best when the person doing the pouring was standing up, and she didn’t want to ask anyone to get out of their scooters just for her, which took special equipment. She was content to just fill them up like always. They were her best

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction and depicts extreme overeating and weight gain. Chapter 6: Efficiency In theory, Lucy didn’t like how numb she had gotten to this, but in practice it was so hard to care anymore. It was completely out of her control, she might as well just go along with it. Now that they all knew the process for getting mobility aids, there wouldn’t be any more obstacles until one of them was too big to get into the building. The conference room, which seemed unnecessarily large for such a small staff two years ago when Lucy started, felt a little crowded with the five women present. Though Caitlin was still the fattest by nearly 200 pounds, Sunita took up almost as much horizontal space as Caitlin’s scooter. Gabby had overtaken Lucy and then some, now weighing 375 pounds, after sustaining an average gain of a pound per day over two entire months – when Lucy pointed that out to her, she’d said “Oh, good, I think that’s about the average

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction and depicts extreme overeating and weight gain. Chapter 5: Unstoppable Force and Immovable Object Lucy did genuinely start to wonder whether she was going crazy herself. She started observing the eating habits of strangers in restaurants every so often, but no, there was nothing unexpected there. It was almost as if there was something about the office itself. Like it was being haunted by some kind of spirit of gluttony. But then, why hadn’t it effected her? Sure, she was getting fat, but she wasn’t like the others. All that was left was quitting or acceptance. Lucy only occasionally thought about quitting, but deep down she knew she didn’t really want to. They were her friends. They were incredibly weird, barely in touch with reality, but there didn’t seem to be anything to be done about it. Other than her own weight gain, which in any other situation would be staggering but seemed barely significant by comparison, there

Author’s Note: This is a work of weight gain fetish fiction and depicts overeating and weight gain, in later chapters in extreme amounts. Chapter 4: The New Position At least being the office’s full-time meal planner was something Lucy was good at. Her months of practice had prepared her, and now some of her covert moves could be practiced openly. Caitlin and Sunita never hesitated to make it known what they wanted. “Ooh, can we have an ice cream sundae day? Like, get a few flavors and a whole bunch of toppings?” Caitlin asked. “Sure, do you want bananas? For a banana split?” Lucy asked. “Uhhh, I dunno, bananas are okay, but…” “Oh, I know!” Sunita said excitedly. “Cookies go great with ice cream, way better than bananas. Then we can make sandwiches, or eat off them them like an edible spoon!” At the start of her second week following her new job description, Lucy called Sunita and Caitlin, one at a time, into the conference room to ask a few questions. Behind the smokescreen of