Stuffing Simon

By Jill Gordo

28-year-old fitness/swimsuit model and closet fat admirer Ally goes back to college, where she meets Simon, a corpulent law student. Ally is attracted to Simon’s increasingly full figure as well as his wit and personality. Despite the fact that Simon has a girlfriend, they develop a friendship and and discover a shared love of stuffing themselves silly. Each of them is faced with a choice: Will Simon leave his critical girlfriend who doesn’t support his weight gain to be with someone who loves and accepts every pound of him? Will Ally embrace her own repressed desire to get fat?

This is a sexually explicit story intended for readers over the age of 18. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. Story contains elements of feederism, weight gain, accidental weight gain, realistic weight gain, fit-to-fat transformation, BHM, belly stuffing, and fat sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jill Gordo
• Release date: May 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005565145

Jill Gordo

Jill Gordo is a lover of all things related to food and fat. She is proud to hail from Las Vegas, Nevada, home of the all-you-can-eat buffet. She never writes without a snack by her side and enjoys getting fat along with her characters.

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Stuffing Simon

Jill Gordo

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Copyright © Jill Gordo 2015

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

I first saw him on campus. His body caught my eye right away in a sea of lanky college boys with fast metabolisms. He carried his substantial weight - I guessed around 270 pounds - in his belly, which I caught glimpses of as it strained against his button-down shirt. I imagined that the shirt fit perfectly ten pounds ago, and I wondered how long ago that had been. Another ten pounds and those buttons would be popping off.

The thought made me squirm in my seat a bit as I felt the heat begin to grow between my legs. I struggled to concentrate on the words he was saying and not his body. I had come to this presentation to find out about different student groups. I was a transfer student, new in town, and hadn’t made any friends yet, so this seemed like the thing to do. Each organization had three minutes to plug their group and recruit new members. So far I had taken zero interest in the speeches from the environmentalist group, the Young Liberals, or the College Christians, but I was feeling pretty excited about joining the…

…I suddenly realized that my pudgy dream guy had finished his pitch and I had no idea what group he was representing. I hadn’t heard a word he had said. My eyes were fixed to his jiggly rear as he waddled offstage. I realized that his butt was almost as full as his belly and I felt my clit give a little throb of desire.

Improv club sounds kinda fun, but if Porky Pig is charge, forget about it, the petite Asian freshman girl in front of me stage-whispered to her skinny-fat blonde friend. Where are all the hot guys at?

Improv club? My ears perked up at that. I’d always loved all forms of live comedy, and although the thought of performing in front of an audience myself made me a bit nervous, I figured I could just go to the first meeting and watch, and if I decided not to join at least I would be able to introduce myself to my future boyfriend.

Tuesday afternoon, I headed straight from my last class to the room where the improv club was meeting. I felt a surge of nervous energy as I pushed open the door. Half a dozen guys and two other girls were scattered around the