It was late into the evening, moon full in the sky as I nursed my drink and watched the latest action film on my subscription channel.  The phone call broke me from my semi-conscious zoning out. "Yeah."  I answered as I sat up in my chair. "Maryse?  It's Colton.  I might have information.  Same fee?" I sigh, "I don't pay for 'might' Colton, but yes if it tracks then same fee." The voice on the other side seemed to consider it, "Annabell's Roadhouse, off highway 5 about ten miles north of town.  Got a 701." I whistled, "701?  How much time do I got.  Wait, did you catch it?" "No but I know who did.  He can give you an hour.  Would appreciate if the 10% didn't come out of my fee Willowbrook." I shot up and grabbed my coat, "If it's genuine, I'll cover the finders fee.  Need eyes on the goods first." There was a chuckle on the other end, "Better bring a lifter.  Don't want you to throw out your back." I hung up and raced downstairs.  On any normal night she'd prefer her motorcycle, but for a 701?  She grabbed the keys to her Mercades Benz Sprinter.  The large white transport van was soon enough on highway 5. Annabelle Roadhouse was a fairly ordinary place.  It looked like it had been built during the 50s, and kept up moderately well.  The old cruiser car that had been turned into their roadside sign was a nice touch.   There was only the one car there and the sign was off and set to closed.  Good, Colton had a competent newbie.  I straightened my jacket and threw on sunglasses as I walked in.  I threw a quick look down the length of the place before turning my attention to the woman behind the counter. "Special Agent Jones,"  I flipped the fake badge quickly.  "What happened?" The woman looked a bit panicked but nodded, "Seen her once or twice.  Thinks she works down at Sapphires.  Came in by herself.  Ordered three burgers.  Lot for such a little gal but thought she might get a couple to go.  Set her up and went to cleaning.  Next thing I know, I hear this weird noise, then i heard the table crash and.."  she pointed to the other end of the bar. "No one else was here, no one else came in or left, just you?  You only called local police?"  I asked and when the woman nodded I barely kept my smile back.  Confirmed the 1 part… "Thank you, your help has been invaluable."  I went to shake her hand and as I did the spring loaded needle went off on my ring into her palm.  She slumped to the ground behind the counter.  Figuring I'd better do this now, I hefted her over my shoulder and took her out the back. After a reasonable distance I tucked a bit of cash into her pocket, "That's for the last three hours that you'll never remember."  I put her down gently in the grass, certain she would be safe and made my way back to the diner.  I eyed the doors and knew I'd have to take the middle part out to fit the lifter in, so I did that quickly.  I checked my timer.  Fifteen minutes.  No time to be gentle.  I put the ramp down and brought out the hauler.  Not too big, as wide as the van, its large flat platform barely cleared the door.  I brought it in a few feet before getting out and focusing on the reason I was out at 3:15 in the morning. My boots clicked on the ground as I moved tables and chairs aside.  I grabbed the glass pie rack with, as it would be a good pacifier.  I visually confirmed the 7 as I got close. A huge ball of flab, this woman sat on her enlarged bean bag ass.  All clothes exploded off her body as she had shoved the table away with her pale white flab.  Lucky she wasn't in a booth.  The process had caused her to go out like a light.  That much stress usually did.  I did see part of a bracelet that hung off her pudgy wrist and as I grabbed it and the broken part concealed in a roll I confirmed my suspicions.  How many calories had that little bastard just infused into this poor fatty?   "Damn C.I.T.  that's how they got you.  Probably at the strip club."  I looked and there was just enough lift from the pulverized chair that I didn't need to mess with the floor.  I pulled the hauler in and slowly backed out.  I would have liked to talk on scene but there was no time.  I would have liked to secure all sides as well as I could see her belly dangling a couple inches below the lifter platform as I got her in the air.  Thankfully it was just the front.  I could secure it after loading. Getting the weighty passenger in, lowered and secured took longer as her fat was not tough, but more fluffy, like trying to strap in jello.  As I looked at my watch I sprinted back to the diner.  I was lucky with how their setup was, as I messed with the gas lines. We were about ten minutes down the road when the police scanner mentioned the gas explosion.  It was about that time the passenger woke up. "Mm..wha happen?"  She muttered and I pulled off into a closed line of storage units and went around back of the van, opening the door. "What is your name?"  I said as my blubbery friend started to orient herself. "T..tammy.  where am I?" "Tammy, something strange happened to you.  I have a bunch of questions that I'll get to later, but for now.." Gggrrrlll I sighed as Tammy's free arms slid to her belly, a confused look as she found it way sooner.  "What the fuck!  I'm huge!  I look like that 600 pound life show!"  She grabbed and jiggled her belly violently, starting to hyperventilate. "I'm guessing 820 pounds give or take, 700 pound gain.  Here, take a breath."  It wasn't working.  Normally I would tranquilize her too, but I had a bit of foresight. I shoved the pie into her face.  After an initial louder shriek I could feel her begin eating it. "There, it's ok.  Here, I'll put the rest here."  I tucked the rest of pie display near her large right tit.  "When you want to talk we can, but no more wailing.  I'll feed you, and we can sort things out." "Are you going to fix this?" Tammy asked and I reached down and swiped a bit of whip cream off her cheek.  "Let's start by getting you someplace safe. As I climbed back in to the drivers seat I listened to Tammy demolish her pacifier.  Quiet, content.  I smiled as I looked back through the rear view mirror. Little did she know she'd never be this small again.  Nor did she know she was the new piece of my collection.
BBW, Magic Potion, XWG - a retired wealthy man finds something that makes him happier than his money The swishing sounds of the waitress's jeans made me look up. The blonde leaned in, bubbly, smiling and with plenty of cleavage. “What can I do for you today,” as she handed me a menu. With a slight grin, I answered, “Stuffed tamales”. This got her attention, as a glimmer of recognition flashed in her eyes as she let out a hushed sigh, grabbing at the unopened menu. “Follow me,” she whispered huskily as she turned and walked away. I watched her ample rear fight for space in the denim, while trying to follow as she led me through the dimly lit restaurant. The waitress led me through the kitchen into the freezer and slid open a secret door, “First timer?” I nodded, “Yes.” I paused as I looked at her name tag and her large chest, “Bridget.” She nodded her head, smiling at me. “Well have fun, newbie.” she motioned to me as I passed through the door. My eyes adjusted as I saw I was
BBW, Magic Potion, XWG - a retired wealthy man finds something that makes him happier than his money The swishing sounds of the waitress's jeans made me look up. The blonde leaned in, bubbly, smiling and with plenty of cleavage. “What can I do for you today,” as she handed me a menu. With a slight grin, I answered, “Stuffed tamales”. This got her attention, as a glimmer of recognition flashed in her eyes as she let out a hushed sigh, grabbing at the unopened menu. “Follow me,” she whispered huskily as she turned and walked away. I watched her ample rear fight for space in the denim, while trying to follow as she led me through the dimly lit restaurant. The waitress led me through the kitchen into the freezer and slid open a secret door, “First timer?” I nodded, “Yes.” I paused as I looked at her name tag and her large chest, “Bridget.” She nodded her head, smiling at me. “Well have fun, newbie.” she motioned to me as I passed through the door. My eyes adjusted as I saw I was
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Commission Pricing and Details for the Smut I make
Yo, if you've seen my works, you know I write Smut. Considering I'm trying to figure out the best way to advertise, decided I might as well try experimenting with some stuff so this is the first iteration of that. How I commission is: $10 per 1,000 words. $5 Per Fetish, with Fat stuff thrown in for free since that's my main schtick. I'm willing to negotiate and work with the money side of things, but number one thing before I even start the commission is half is paid up front then the other half later. What I'll need: The characters; (Are they OC or from somewhere?) The intent; What do you want them to ultimately do for/throughout the story? The Sub-Genre; i.e. First Person Smut, 3rd Person Action, etc. And finally, when it comes to the smut parts, what specific fetish/parts you want me to focus on? I'll write almost anything, so feel free to shoot me a DM!
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