>>14675I’ve been busy with improving my writing as well as writing other stuff and fleshing out some other routes, I’m trying to do Erika pearl and Jesse versions of Kathy, but work is kicking my ass so progress is slow but constant on those. I’m writing them in their own unique ways, Erika’s is going well, Kathy is almost done but needs more polish An do I want to add more to it and Pearl ‘n Jesse are straight forward but going from skinny to fat is taking a while because I’m focusing more on the romantic part with them. I’ll update you guys more on each story.
Im abut half way done on part of Erika’s route for her third stage as I call it, which is gonna be the date when you are shown an apartment and feed the girl of your choice. Each girl will have either 5 or 6 stages of romance depending on their weight, I wanna make them multiple choice so I’m nervous about posting them unfinished.
Sorry about keeping y’all in the dark, I’ll be working harder on it now that I’ve got more confidence in my writing. He’s a small snippet of her third stage, I’ll do more of it tomorrow. Love ya.
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Erika Stage 3 Cute And Full.
You look at the address that Erika gave you during your slat lunch date. Both your arms are full of stacks of boxes from some French bakery that she talks about constantly. The plain looking apartment door, the bronze number of 13 shimmers in dully lit hallway as you lightly kick on her door careful to not tip yourself over. You can hear something creak from behind to door, followed by the telltale stomping of a certain someone. Quickly the door is opened by Erika, her beach ball sized gut jutting out of her bandages for the world to see. It presses against you as she stares at you then the boxes you had in your arms. “Come in.” Was her simple response as she turns around, her gut almost touching the sides of her doorframe.
You get a view of some heavily restrained pants as they held tightly onto her buttocks forming a noticeably pronounced crevice between both of her cheeks. Her bandaged legs show signs of becoming thunder thighs as they are dangerously close to start rubbing together.
Following the large mummy you enter her apartment. It’s...a lot more pink than you’d thought I’d be. You thought she’d have a bunch of Egyptian themed memorabilia, but it was mostly just, girly stuff. Dolls were lined on shelves, knitted cupcakes of different size and color lined the coffee table, even her walls were pink with purple flowers dotting them. Honestly your a bit in awe at how, well, cute everything is, especially with how uptight she can seem.
Erika takes a seat on a frilled couch causing it to creak, her bulk shifting from the simple motion of sitting down, she sighs in contentment as the weight of her stomach spills slightly over the couch, she looks at you with her single, glowing, yellow eye. “What?” She asks her voice seemingly on edge. She seems to have noticed you gawking at her odd living space. It’s hard to take seriously when she’s rubbing her gut and almost mewling at her weight.
“I’m just surprised at how...unique this place is.” You answer honestly. As soon as the words leave your mouth Erika quickly turns away. “Thanks.” Erika mumbles as she lightly rubs the top of her gut. Oh, yeah that reminds you.
“I promised to cook something for you. You got any requests?” You ask as you place the boxes on the coffee table and begin to walk towards an adorable looking kitchen.
“Something cute.” Erika asks dreamily as she opens the boxes cursive etched top. You can hear the sounds of gluttonous pastry genocide as you take a good look in Erika’s fridge.
