heyyy two posts in one day.. i would NEVER let you non-weight gain yes-hyper fans miss out.......

Thanks for reading, y'all! Haven't really played with WG much in my posts, and I'm pretty new to writing that kink (and I hope to get more practice and improve in the future), but I hope everyone enjoyed. Take care and see you next thread <3

one of those ready meals was better than the ever-increasing tons of sugary, calorific goodness on your frame - but this 'lesson' came with its benefits.

Opal agrees with a radiant smile. You wanted to be taught, and you've learnt to grow and grow.

And damn, success never tasted so sweet.

(11/11)

Not that you need it anymore. After all, you've just been chugging pure cake mix for a few hours now.

Opal continues to scale and descend from your ever-growing form, hoisting bigger batches of mix each time - her muscles are seemingly no longer a mystery.

It's not healthy - even-

(10/11)

The next few hours start to make those lines blur. Whatever secret ingredient is in those "snacks" (now a constant stream of pure cake mix) isn't keeping you slim. Before long, even that colossal sofa creaks and breaks under your ass.

Soon, the walls crack around you, the kitchen destroyed.

(9/11)

"Go on, I insist! After all, you look famishe--"

GRUMBLE.

Another half hour, and your vision refocuses. Heaviness has already spread across your form, and as you continue to stand, you struggle, quickly opting to take a gigantic sofa in the corner.

You were here to bake. Or eat, was it?

(8/11)

But sure enough, the stomach bulge on your otherwise baggy shirt pokes outward from your slim figure. Yep, they're definitely all in there.

"So, I'm guessing you're wanting to bake now? Or there's always more..."

As if cued, an oven timer pings, and behind the door?.

A cake. A whole cake.

(7/11)

Then again, she did say you could have more, so. A few, maybe.

You come to about five minutes later, groaning as the daze wears off.

"My goodness, you didn't seem like you'd eaten properly for a good few days, you finished that two dozen off pretty quickly~!"

TWO DOZEN?! No, no way!!

(6/11)

And as if she has, the free snacks come right of the oven on time - a batch of luscious chocolate chip cookies. You couldn't remember the last time you'd had some.

"Feel free! Have as many as you want~ You're the only person here, after all!"

Your stomach growls. Just one would be polite.

(5/11)

"You can call me Opal, it's wonderful to meet you~!"

You respond in turn, cut off quickly.

"And your skills - well, you skinny thing, you don't seem like a cooking type at ALL. I can fix that, don't worry!"

Green and gazing into your soul, her sharp gaze seems to read your every thought.

(4/11)

-curly hair is tied into a hair net, each dark strand held up as their tanned hands knead more dough for the oven. For a baker, their arms seem pretty muscular-

"OH! Hiii, you must be the subj- um, student for the class!"

Alarm bells ring, but it's not like you're paying for it, at least.

(3/11)

Well, if anything, at least a chance for you to improve your skills (and free snacks) lead you straight into it. It doesn't seem anything special, either - just a rather dated kitchen, paint peeling and all.

In the middle of it all: a relatively tall, chubby figure. Their naturally-

(2/11)

...fiiiiiine. go my cumshot blast

this post is evidence that all my good ideas come at 4am between parts of a really long sleep. anyways zzzzzzz