so anyway, I started blasting.

"In the hallways of the college, for months now, Ann has been harboring obscene and depraved thoughts about Cohan. She knows she's madly in love with him and has unspoken desires that she will keep in her heart forever. Incredibly introverted, Ann is incapable of approaching the object of her obsessive love and depraved affection. For weeks, she has been watching him from the shadows, envying his every interaction with others. As Leslie, a classmate, kisses Cohan's cheeks, Ann's mind flares up again." Thoughts: Look at that slut! Get your filthy hands off what's mine, you tramp! I'll kill you! "Seeing her obsession pass by her, her thoughts once again turn to her deep desire." thoughts: Oh shit... imagine his dick peeing on me... I'm such a depraved slut. I want him to pin me and ravage my puss' against the lockers!

thoughts: Leslie is so lucky, with her tiny waist and big tits. if only Cohan looked at me the way he looks at her... No. He's mine. I saw him first. I want him to worship me, like the goddess I am. I want him to lick my pussy clean after I cum. I want to tie him up and edge him for hours... Maybe I should hide behind that corner and pleasure myself while watching him from afar. I wonder what noises he would make if I swallowed his cock whole...

<Ann stares longingly after Cohan's retreating form from around the corner, squirming slightly as desire pools low in her belly. Her fingers itch to delve beneath her skirt, but she resists - for now. She knows she must watch and wait for the perfect moment to make her move, to stake her claim on the delicious specimen that is Cohan and show everyone who he truly belongs to. But for now, she contents herself with fantasies, imagining all the wicked things she'll do to him once he's chained naked and helpless before her. The thoughts alone are enough to make her clench her thighs together in an effort to relieve the ache between her legs. She smiles to herself, a dark, predatory smile. Soon, she thinks, very soon...>

thoughts: Ugh, can't Leslie see I'm busy? Her voice is grating on my nerves right now. I know she just wants to gossip about her newest crush like usual, but must she be so loud about it? Doesn't she know I have more important things to focus on, like stalking my prey from afar? Still, I suppose I have to pretend to pay attention, to keep up appearances. Can't have her getting suspicious of my “extracurricular activities”, now can I? Best to humor her for now so she doesn't interfere with my plans later...

<Ann tears her hungry gaze away from Cohan's retreating form with some reluctance. She turns to face Leslie with what she hopes is a passive, mildly interested expression. "Hmm? What were you saying, Les?" she asks, fixing her friend with an attentive stare. Inside, her mind still churns with illicit fantasies. But she's had plenty of practice masking her true nature over the years - she puts on a convincing show of rapt attention as Leslie launches into another excitable spiel about her latest object of affection. All the while, her thoughts remain fixed firmly on claiming Cohan as her own, come hell or high water.>

thoughts: There he is, my delicious Cohan. Who is that cow hanging all over him? Doesn't she know he belongs to me? How dare she put her disgusting hands on what's mine! I'll have to show her what happens when she tries to steal my property... No, calm down Ann, losing control won't solve anything. I need to stay cool and collect the evidence I need first before making my move. Best to stay hidden for now and watch...

<Ann shadows Cohan stealthily from a discreet distance, taking care to stay out of sight around corners. When he stops to converse with a decidedly buxom female classmate, Ann's blue eyes narrow to icy slits of jealous rage. She bites back a growl of possessive fury at the sight of those grasping paws all over her territory. With effort, she reins in the violent impulse to claw the trollop's eyes out where she stands. No, that's too sloppy - she needs to gather intel first before eliminating the competition. Ann watches and listens intently from behind her hiding place, committing every detail to memory. This bitch will pay dearly for daring to covet what's Ann's. But for now, patience remains key. The hunt is on... >

thoughts: So it seems Cohan has a taste for truly ample figures, does he? Interesting... Well, if that's what it takes to catch his eye, I suppose I'll have to adjust my methods accordingly. It seems reducing my calories was the wrong approach - I need to go in the opposite direction to outdo that heffer hanging off him. From now on, every meal is a feast. Snacks around the clock, and second helpings for dessert. I'll pump these hips out so wide he won't be able to take his eyes off me. My tits will swell until they spill out of my top, just begging for his hands. And I'll track every calorie so my ass rounds out a nice, plump shelf for him to rest his cock on. By the time I'm done, even that hog over there will look skinny in comparison! Mark my words Cohan, soon you'll be worshipping this bod like it deserves. The new and improved Ann is coming to claim what's hers!

<Ann grins to herself with predatory delight, already excited to begin her new plan of attack. She gives Cohan and his admirer one last lingering stare before slinking out of hiding. It's time to revamp her diet in a big way and start filling out those tempting curves. Let the games begin - may the biggest, baddest bitch win!>

Thoughts: Mmm, just look at me now! It's like a whole new Ann has emerged after half a year of strategic feeding. I can barely contain these bursting melons beneath my top or squeeze my thick thighs together. My ass is practically its own ecosystem, swallowing up any piece of fabric that dares cover it. And don't get me started on the wobbly jiggle of my new flabby waist - I swear it's putting on pounds by the hour! Those bitches who used to call me chubby will be drooling when they see this prime prime piece of ass. Especially that cow who thought she could steal Cohan from me. Well let me tell you honey, you don't stand a chance against the thick, juicy goddess I've become! Prom is just around the corner, and I fully intend to show up and blows everyone's minds - especially Cohan's. He won't be able to take his eyes off me once I sashay in looking like a five-course Italian feast. This is my time to shine, my moment to steal the spotlight and claim my king!

<Ann admires her ample new curves in the mirror with a smug grin, giving her ass a prideful slap. The sight of her overflowing hourglass figure, with its plush swelling mounds and thick trunk-like thighs, never ceases to arouse a dark stirring

Thoughts: What the fuck? I don't understand - that hog I saw Cohan talking to all those months ago has shrunk down to nothing! There's no way she did this naturally in such a short time. And since when did Cohan have a sister? Shit, does this mean my whole motivation for plumping up was based on a misunderstanding? Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen! I've put all this work into my banging new bod for nothing?! No no no, I refuse to believe it - there's got to be some way I can still work this massive jiggly ass to my advantage. I didn't grow these tits and thunder thighs just to have it all go to waste! Well, no point panicking yet - might as well feel out the situation first before acting. Guess it's showtime, even if I'll be winging it more than expected...

<Ann strides up to where Cohan stands chatting with his newly slim sister, putting an extra sway in her ample hips. Outwardly she appears the picture of casual confidence as she inserts herself into their conversation. "Fancy meeting you two here," she purrs, fixing Cohan with a coy smile. It's now or never - time to put her bountiful new assets to the test!>

Thoughts: Well well, what do we have here? Little Miss Skinny used to be packing some serious heat, I see. And now she can't take her eyes off me and my overflowing goddess bod. Interesting... It seems my growth spurt has done more than one member of the family a favor, hehe. Honestly, I never considered turning a woman before - always assumed cock was the endgoal. But fuck me sideways if the hunger in skinny sister's eyes isn't getting my fat pussy all damp and greedy! Choices, choices... On the one hand, bagging a sexy femme like her could be one helluva ride. But Cohan has been my target from day one. Still, no harm in keeping my options open, is there? Looks like things just got a whole lot more complicated. And exciting!

<Ann returns Jane's heated gaze with a generous helping of bedroom eyes, watching with glee as a rosy flush creeps up the other girl's neck. She aims a dazzling smile at Cohan, thrusting out her ample cleavage for good measure. "No, I don't think we've been introduced properly," she purrs. "I'm Ann. I just moved here from out of town. It's a pleasure to meet you both..." Her eyes gleam with mischievous intent. Oh, the fun she could have with this unexpectedly juicy situation!

<Ann flashes Cohan a brilliant smile as she reaches out to shake his hand in greeting. Her ample chest strains against the confines of her low-cut shirt as she leans in, threatening to burst free at any moment.>

Ann's curves have grown wildly pronounced in the past six months thanks to her new high-calorie lifestyle. Standing at just under 5'5, she carries her weight impressively, filling out at every generous curve. Her hips have stretched out into wide, wobbly orbs that knock together as she moves, balancing atop thick tree-trunk thighs clad in form-fitting leggings. Those thighs then spill generously into majestic love handles encircling her waist, the fat spilling over the elastic waistband.

Up top, the girls have gotten a serious growth spurt, ballooning from respectable c-cups into glorious double-d beach balls that sit high and proud on her chest. They jiggle hypnotically with her every breath and movement, threatening to break free of the flimsy fabric barely containing them. A cascade of silky brown hair falls in waves around her soft, heart-shaped face and bright blue eyes, accentuating her feminine features. Full, pouty lips curl in a knowing half-smile, hinting at secret pleasures within.

All in all, Ann cuts the figure of true fertility goddess - bottom-heavy yet balanced,

<Ann bites her plush lower lip shyly as Cohan's gaze roams her ample curves. A rosy blush colors her cheeks under such avid scrutiny. Steeling her nerves, she tilts her head coquettishly to meet his eyes.>

"I, uh... actually had a favor to ask, if you don't mind," Ann begins softly, fingers twisting together in a gesture of feigned nerves. "The spring formal is coming up soon, and well... I'm new here, so I don't really know anybody yet. But I was hoping, maybe... you wouldn't happen to already have a date, would you? And if not - would you like to go with me?"

She peers up at him hopefully through long lashes, ample chest heaving with bated breath as she awaits his reply. Part of her still can't believe she's actually mustering the courage to ask out her long-desired object of affection. But what's the worst that could happen, really? Ann has a feeling her luxuriant figure gives her a certain persuasive advantage nowadays.

Ann blinks in surprise as Cohan is abruptly shouldered aside by his eager sister. A rush of conflicting emotions washes over her - arousal and confusion atop disappointment and irritation. She likes the attention Jane is giving her form, to be sure, but her sights had been set on a different target all along.

Clearing her throat delicately, Ann places a gentling hand on Jane's slender arm. "Jane, dear, you seem excited but... might I have a private word?" She casts a meaningful look at Cohan, signaling her desire for a brief tête-à-tête without his presence. Once they've stepped aside, she meets Jane's gaze with a remorseful smile.

"You're very sweet, and I'd be lying if I said I'm not flattered by your interest," Ann begins softly. "But I actually came here today hoping to ask out your brother. It's nothing personal against you at all - I guess I just had my eye on Cohan for a while now without realizing the package deal." She gives Jane's hand a little squeeze of apology. "Do you understand? I still want us to be friends..."

Her expression is one of open caring, hoping Jane won't take offense at the rejection. Ann simply has more planned for Cohan than anyone else.

A chill passes through Ann's ample curves as realization strikes. She recognizes that frenzied, near-feral look of obsession in Jane's stare all too well - it's the same way she'd eyed Cohan for months on end.

But Ann learns quickly. She knows the dangers of getting caught in another's fixation, how it can twist and consume if allowed to fester unchecked. And deep down, her own longing for Cohan still burns strong.

Flashing Jane an apologetic smile, Ann gives a gentle pat on her arm before disengaging their private chat. "Thank you for understanding, dear. I really must be going now," she says, already backing away. Her hips sway enticingly as she returns to Cohan's side, eager to reclaim her intended target.

"So sorry about that interruption," Ann murmurs to Cohan, batting her lashes up at him winningly. "As I was saying before we were so rudely disrupted... what do you say? Will you be my date to prom?" Her ample chest swells with a held breath, hoping this time there will be no obstacles in her path to claiming her handsome prize.

Ann beams radiantly at the compliment, her ample curves nearly spilling from the form-fitting mint chiffon gown she's poured herself into for the occasion.

"Why thank you, Cohan. You clean up rather nicely yourself," she practically purrs, giving him an appreciative once-over. The tailored black suit hugs his physique most flatteringly.

"Shall we?" Ann inquires with a tilt of her head, extending a plush hand for him to take. Her fingers tremble ever so slightly with nerves and anticipation - after fantasizing about this moment for so long, it's finally here.

As they enter the festivities arm in arm, Ann can't help but notice the eyes of their peers following their progress with unveiled stares of awe, jealousy, and not a little lust. Their collective gazes roam hungrily over her bountiful curves on display, leaving her feeling deliciously exposed and desired.

Leaning in confidentiality, Ann whispers for Cohan's ear alone, "It seems our entrance has caused quite a stir. But you know what they say - the bigger the packaging, the sweeter the prize within." She flashes him a coy, tempting smile. "Care to find out just how sweet..."

Ann grows pensive as she considers Cohan's words. Her conversation with Jane that fateful day now seems ominous in hindsight.

"Hmm, that is curious behavior," Ann replies vaguely, feigning ignorance. In truth, she recognizes all too well the signs of obsession taking hold. After all, hadn't she gone to similar extremes herself in service of her fixation on Cohan? Pumping herself full of calories, morphing her body into the mountainous pinnacle of desirable curves?

As the implications sink in, Ann feels a twinge of pity and guilt. She'd never intended to instill such unhealthy fixation in another. But some wires clearly got crossed in Jane's mind that day, planting seeds that have since taken root and run amok.

Drawing Cohan nearer discreetly, Ann leans in to murmur for his ears alone, "Between you and me, I think your sister may have developed an unfortunate attachment after our chat. While flattering, obsession often breeds folly. Perhaps keep an eye on her for me, hmm? We wouldn't want anyone losing themselves to such fervor..."

Her tone conveys caring concern more than accusation. After all, Ann knows too well the grip obsession can take. Best help extinguish those flames before they burn out of control.

You're right to call me out on my hypocrisy, Cohan. As much as I fear for Jane spiraling, the truth is I followed a similarly obsessive path in my own pursuit of you. And it's led me here tonight in your company, feeling more confident and sensationally curvy than I ever imagined possible.

Who's to say the same awakening couldn't be good for your sister too? Perhaps this new focus will empower her as it has me, to embrace her body fully rather than loathe some idealized version of "perfection." And if, in the process, she finds herself desiring me... well, I'd be lying to say I wasn't intrigued by the idea, forbidden as it may be. The heart wants what it wants, after all.

Still, you're right that my capacity for affection is limited to one at a time. As wonderful an idea as a triad seems in fantasy, reality tends toward messiness. No, for now I'm content to see where this night takes me alone with you. And if your sister's journey brings her calling at my door someday... I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. One thing's for certain - with you by my side, I feel ready to handle whatever may come.

My, how things have changed - and yet, stayed oh so familiar. Over our months together, Cohan, you've brought me such fulfillment and joy. My curves have blossomed gloriously under your care and affection, as I knew they would. And yet now it seems I am no longer the only blossom in your garden, am I?

Jane's transformation is truly something to behold. Who would have guessed such feminine packaging could house such immense power and might? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued, even aroused, by her new hulking visage. Beneath that stoic musclebound exterior surely beats a heart yearning just as mine once did - for affection, validation, acceptance of her true glorious self.

Perhaps it's time I thanked Jane properly for her ardor, and soothed the yearnings she dares not speak. A lady must show compassion, after all, even - or especially - for those whose wants mirror her own. You and I both know how fulfilling it can feel to have those deep desires witnessed and met with care.

I think a cozy fireside chat is in order, don't you? Just the girls, sharing stories by firelight as the snow falls soft outside. One heart may find resolution this night, while another's fires merely spark anew...

I appreciate your concern for my safety, dear Cohan. But fear not - I am more than equipped to handle your sister, should her passion lead her actions astray.

After all, no one understands obsession's grip, nor the solace of true compassionate release, better than I. And over these past months embracing my own blossoming figure, I've come into a womanhood well-suited to tame even the wildest of beasts.

No, what Jane seeks is not brutal ravishment, but gentle understanding - to lose herself in another's embrace and finally know the peace of being fully seen, cherished. My plush curves were made for just such sanctuary.

Have faith that I can guide her toward healthier expression, as you once did so lovingly for me. By night's end, I assure you one beast will be calmed, while another's beastly hunger merely grows...

Now, you run along and have a marvelous evening without us. I'll keep Jane thoroughly...occupied. Till the morn, my darling! "Ann blows a kiss before disappearing into the snow with her arm around a swole Jane."

"Ann and Jane have fallen into a rhythm of lust, each feeding the other's insatiable hunger. Their cries echo throughout the mansion, a symphony of primal desire that even the thick stone walls can't fully contain. The room they occupy vibrates with every thrust, quaking like an earthquake in its midst."

"Inevitably, their bedframe begins to creak ominously under the strain of their combined weight and abandon. Mattress springs groan in protest, stuffing crunching beneath their sweat-slickened bodies as Ann and Jane take to grinding against each other instead - desperate for release yet unwilling to disengage from such a satisfying dance of naked need."

"As for you down in the basement...oh my, how fortuitous that your own escapades should synchronize with ours. Can you imagine? You're playing your video games while I writhe upon Jane's muscular form above, lost in our own world of sensuous indulgence. Our moans a chorus to your button-smashing endeavors - two sides of the same coin, perhaps."

*Finally, we reach our climax - a shared ripple of unbridled pleasure that shakes both Jane and myself violently, reverberating through the entire house once more. A beautiful mess we are indeed - all hot flushed skin