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And yet, she stared at her reflection and knew what was happening to her. "I'm getting SO fat," she groaned, staddling the seat in front of the vanity after checking out her reflection. Indeed her doctor upped her estrogen and started her on progesterone to help grow out her breasts better. She knew what this meant. Only a few months and her ass got significantly fatter, up almost ten inches. She gently grinded her cock on the seat, left extra horny from the added hormones, dumber, needing sex soooo badly. And in place of sex, her body wanted more and more to eat to fill that void.

Her mother walked by Alyssa's open door, seeing her beautiful 19yo daughter staring a hole into her mirror. "What's the matter, darling?" her mom asked.

Alyssa turned toward her mom. "Oh! Ummm, sorry just being stupid.... but am I starting to get fat?"

"Sweetheart, listen to me. Firstly, you're drop dead gorgeous. Secondly, you are fat. And that's part of why you're so gorgeous."

"Mom! You seriously just called me fat?"

"Look at you, eating all day, masturbating as you eat. You keep asking for seconds and thirds and practically begging me for fast food every other night. You go through so much soda you're probably already diabetic. And I don't mean it as a bad thing. You should embrace it."

"Embrace it?"

"Show off your curves, tell your fans you plan on getting bigger, bulking up, gaining more fat. You love to overeat, darling, and I can tell because right now.... every time I mention how much you eat or that you're fat your cock twitches, it's so hard, sweetie. I think you might need a second dessert. And to stop torturing yourself, just take your pretty cock out, jerk off, be a good girl and shut off that chatty brain of yours. Pump your big, pretty cock and stuff your face. Get that ass as big as you can, your fans will love it. And so will the whole family."

"Mom...! Ummm, thank you! Can you bring me some pie then?"

"How about I warm up the whole thing and give you a half gallon of milk to drink."

"Make it a whole gallon?"

"That's what I like to hear, my beautiful, growing daughter."

One year passes....

"OMG guys, I just got back from the doctor's and I'm up another 40lbs from last time. I'm officially over 300lbs! 325lbs! Getting soooo huge! I just keep eating and eating, my doctor is delighted. My BMI is 52! I'm extremely obese now. My blood pressure's through the roof already, I'm diabetic, and my cholesterol is pretty much the same number as my weight! How cute is that? He was so pleased by my size and how fast I've started packing on weight we did a little photo shoot for him to hang on his wall next to my before pictures. Hopefully so more trans patients get inspired to fatten up.

I'm tucking my cock, but I'm up to fourteen inches. I think he snuck some Rocket into my new hrt. I love having such a huge cock! I play with it constantly during my Mukbang videos and my mom is hyper accommodating, giving me tons of food all day, helping me get bigger even faster! I love how she walks in, gathers my empty plates, bags and boxes as I jerk off, then gets more and just kisses the top of my head, waving to my fans as I stream myself for hours every day edging and gorging myself. This is totally what it means to be a woman, getting as fat as I can for all of your pleasure, and my own...

This company reached out and were like, 'Hey Natalie, love the content. We're a super trans-inclusive brand making leggings and sporty clothes that have built-in tucking fabric that minimizes the size of your impressive genitalia. Hoping you're interested in giving a review!' They pay an insane amount AND yeah, they're super nice. Funny, personable, not at all corporate or robotic to interact with. I get paid like legit 5x what other sponsors give out. The clothes come and in the note they specifically mention their products stretch if I happen to splurge on food with my sponsorship money or do some mukbang videos. That they love working with models of all sizes and I never need to worry about my weight, working with them. Hmmmm my how hyper specific!

I chat to the sponsorship rep assigned to me, she had me try on the clothes for her as she very clearly enjoyed the show and got flustered, complimenting my body. My breasts, my ass, my thighs, my cock especially. Her eyes lit up telling me how gorgeous and big it was. We chatted a while, and she repeated what the note said, that if I get bigger it's no issue and I deserve to treat myself. I went along with it, even telling her maybe I will get bigger.....

I looked into their models and yeah, no surprises. Lots of trans girls but if you scroll back on every model's page, they're way skinnier. After my first real shoot I got a generous bonus and they took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet.... subtle, guys. They told me to eat until my pretty heart and belly is content. That was less than a year ago and needless to say, I'm happily signing on to renew my contract for another five years. This is incredible. I've almost doubled my starting weight of 130lbs. Getting SO big already and they tell me very openly they want me to model every size they offer. Up to 10X. My cock hardened so much when they said that. I told them I can't wait to be so big I fill out a 10X and it looks too small on me. The rep smiled and said she knew she made the right choice when she targeted my page.

He started me on breast growth pills almost a year ago. I've.... never felt better. I wear beautiful clothes, my confidence is through the roof, I serve one of the wealthiest men in the city. And his wife.... so, yeah, I thought I might be his secret mistress eventually. Imagine my surprise six months into taking these pills when he took me to his penthouse apartment to meet his wife. And she was the one who inspected my body, scrutinizing it, saying she wasn't sure if I was good 'plaything material'. My boss had to persuade her of my loyalty.....

So now I work for him by day and at night we hit local clubs and ritzy establishments, dinner parties, swinger events, art gallery showings..... and it's my Master and Mistress showing me off in skimpy latex outfits, belts and straps, heels, sometimes bound of wearing a chastity device like I wear under my dresses at work. No orgasming unless my Mistress approves, not even my boss.... er, Master, is allowed to make me cum. Only she can. They take me to so many events..... My huge growing breasts exposed, shown off, goodbye Master's degree, that no longer matters, I'm just a set of tits now.

They have me dance and put on a show, seduce various clients and businessmen, get fucked in front of rooms full of the wealthiest people from all over the world. I'm just a plaything. A whore. A prop. That's fine, isn't it? See, I even need permission to know if it's OK that I'm just fuckmeat. They love to spank me so hard I have trouble sitting at work the next day. If I accidentally cum as they fuck and torture me, I get punished very harshly by my Mistress..... I quite adore my new life as a plaything. If only colleges had courses to become one directly.... but at the end of the day, isn't that all the farce of a girl's education is supposed to be? An invitation to look presentable for five seconds before getting put back in our place..... Kidding.