Suggest Some Stories: Give Me Role Reversal Ideas To Write

Role Reversal! That's the theme for the next round of Exclusive Cuts stories. I was going to leave the poll open until tonight, but with 34 votes (our most active poll yet!) I think it's safe to go ahead and call this one as role reversal won by a landslide.

So now you, my wonderful patrons, get to suggest some stories based on the theme of role reversal that I will then write about for the next round of Exclusive Cuts which will live right here on patreon. (Although based on patron feedback, I may actually release one story from the bunch as essentially an ad for the Patreon, but if I decide to do that it will mean 1. An extra long version of exclusive cuts with someone sort of extra long or otherwise alternate cut of the story to keep it exclusive and make sure patrons get their money's worth and 2. Patrons will get to choose the story I share.)

But hey, let's cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, suggest your ideas in the comments below.

BONUS SUGGESTION CALL: For early birds, you can also suggest ideas that fit the other categories from the poll. There is a chance I'll still be able to write an idea or two for "Fat Trimmings" tomorrow.

Minor "Fat Trimmings Teaser": The first story of "Fat Trimmings" will be entitled "The Big 5-0". It is inspired by two things: 1. Getting to 50 active paid patrons at the same time. 2. My desire to try my hand at some more "smaller" realistic weight gain.

Here's some of that story:

Enjoy!

“The Big 5-0”

Fifty pounds.

She couldn’t believe it. She had actually put on fifty pounds. It couldn’t be real. And yet that reality was painfully staring her in the face in the form of a pot belly that had won an unannounced race against her modest breasts and was now surging ahead, out and over a pair of jeans that stopped fitting right ten pounds ago and had been purchased as “fat” pants twenty-five pounds ago. 

The cold hard reality of her weight gain was evident in the warmth of the fat gut that she cradled in her hands. She could feel the heft of the thing that had previously replaced her trim waist. She dropped her flabby belly and watched it bounce disappointingly before sliding her hands around the sides of her waist until she could pinch the love handles that had appeared as a set when she grew her generous gut. As she gave her muffin top a squeeze she wondered how much weight she would need to gain to make her fingers chubby.

Not that she was planning on gaining more weight. No. No. If anything she was planning on losing weight. It wasn’t like she had been planning on gaining weight at all in the first place.

Sometimes things like this just happen.