Sophie's Intrusion (BBW, WG, Feederism)

[Enumerated_Bob]

I came home last night to my ex-girlfriend Sophie laying out on the old leather recliner in the apartment, bottle of whiskey in one hand and a family-sized bag of Doritos in the other, both almost empty.

She shifted her weight the second I opened the door, grunting at the effort, "Mmph! There you fuckin' are!" She licked the yellow dust from her fingers, plunging her hand in for the last remaining chips, "Hope you don' mind, I mmph... I helped myself to a couple snacks out your kitchen!"

For a second, I stared, unable to think straight, or say anything. Sophie was as beautiful as ever, with her dark, caramel skin, and thick, luxurious black hair, falling down around her round, chubby face. Her stomach was bloated, bigger than I'd ever seen it, a meaty curtain of flab pouring out over thick, gelatinous thighs.

She was dressed to emphasize her gain, her low-cut shirt stopping short an inch above her bellybutton, streaks of Doritos dust on the exposed expanse of her potbelly, her breasts huge and unsupported, hanging off to the sides of her overfed stomach, dark nipples showing through the thin, white fabric. She smiled when she caught me staring, and drained the last of the Jack with a low chuckle, tossing the bottle onto a pile of empty packets of junk food with a cocky, drunken grin.

"Y-Yes, I very much mind!" I stuttered, "Sophie, we're over! We've been over for six fucking months! How the fuck did you even get in here?"

She shoved a handful of chips into her mouth, spraying crumbs as she spoke, "I copied the key ages ago, thought I'd jus' drop in, 's all! Got nice and fat for ya!" She puffed out her lower lip and leaned forward, giving me a good look at the depths of her cleavage, trying to entice me, "So does this mean 'm not welcome here 'nymore?" She asked, reclining again and picking the larger chunks of chips off her chest, fat fingers digging between the twin globes of her huge, golden-brown breasts, fixing her eyes on me and lifting the left one up to lick away some of the dust. She was sloppy, super-sized, and unashamed; she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Yes! I mean— No, you're very much not welco—" I cut myself off mid-sentence, acting instead of talking, moving to pull my massive, motionless ex from the chair, grabbing hold of her meaty upper arms and pulling, "You've got to— god, you're heavy— Fuck! Just... get... the fuck... out of here... right... now!"

I lost my grip, throwing me back on my ass, amusing her. She giggled, "Aww, what's th' matter, skinny guy, can't handle this much woman? 'N here I thought you liked the larger ladies!" Her eyes drifted, and she grinned.

I almost said something, but then I realized where she was looking. I cursed myself for wearing running shorts, trying, and failing, to hide my erection as she giggled, "Oh, lookit that now, looks like Sammy-boy likes me!"

I flushed red and tried again to get rid of her. I grabbed her, this time holding tight to her butter-soft, over-developed love handles and pulling as hard as I could, ignoring Sophie as she yelped in pain. I forced her to stand, turning to push her out the room, and that's when Nina opened the door.

I froze, panicked, and Sophie knew that look. She moved fast, taking advantage of my distraction to grab me at the waist, forcing her tongue down my throat and her hand down my pants, moaning in excitement and pushing me back onto the chair, landing on top of me with all of her weight, knocking the breath out of me. I couldn't move, I couldn't push her off, I felt like I was suffocating, Sophie was so heavy, but Nina saved me, grabbing my ex and pulling her off with an angry energy I'd never seen from her.

"Who the fuck are you!?" She demanded, throwing Sophie down with a deep, heavy-sounding thud.

"Oh, sweetheart," Sophie said, "Now I'm what you call a booty call!" She held her hand out as if to shake hands, a sweet, intoxicated smile on her face, "Sammy's ex, and you are?"

"Nothing happened!" I threw in, my voice cracking in panic as I realized I couldn't prove she was lying.

Nina never even turned her head. She pointed my direction, her tone frigid as she ordered me, "Sit there and shut up. I'll get to you in a little while."

She glared at Sophie, jaw clenched in rage, "You're Sophie, right? Sam fucked you tonight?"

There was a second of quiet where I was terrified, imagining the worst case scenario, and then she spoke, "Oh, well, let's jus' say, your man ain't changed a bit since we broke up! More into me than ever, I'd say, but that, I already expected!"

Nina turned to me and I froze, terrified as she stepped towards me and Sophie sat up, scooting her back against the wall to watch the show. "Is this true?" Nina asked, looking at me, angry and afraid.

"She was here when I got home. I told her to leave and she wouldn't, so I was trying to make her, and that's where you came in."

There was a second of quiet, and I didn't know that she believed me. I'd never lied to her before, she had no reason not to, but this sort of thing, she could have a history, I don't know, but Sophie broke in, "Doesn' change what I said! Look 'n see for yourself, the man's cock is at high mast 'n nothin' even happened!"

Nina turned away from me, but not without a quick affirming nod, and I relaxed some as she stepped towards Sophie, her voice strict, firm, "You should go."

Sophie threw her hands up, "But 'm drunk as fuck! You're just gonna what, throw me out 'n let some stranger rape me on my way home?"

Nina grunted, exasperated. She didn't say anything for a second, thinking, then relented, "Okay, you can stay until you sober up, but if you move on Sam, I will fucking cut you."

Sophie laughed, "Sure thing, white girl, just gimme a phone so I can order some pizza, I am positively starvin'!"

Nina rolled her eyes, but handed Sophie her cell phone, pulling me off to the side, hissing at me, "We need to talk."

We didn't go far, just to the other side of the room, keeping our voices hushed. She asked first, "You dated that?"

I looked to the side, "Yeah."

"She's fucking huge!"

I shrugged, I sure as shit couldn't deny that, "Well, she was a lot skinnier when we first started dating..."

From across the room, Sophie yelled, "You guys realize I can hear you jus' fine, right? Sammy, jus' tell her the truth and get it fuckin' over with already!"

Nina looked to me, "What's she talking about, Sam?"

I sighed, I hadn't prepared for this conversation yet, "Okay, so don't— don't freak out when I tell you this, but—"

Sophie interrupted me, "Sammy-boy's a fatty-fuckin' chubby chaser!"

At the same moment, both Nina and I shouted at Sophie to shut her mouth, and she did, long enough for me to confirm, "It's just... It's just this thing I have, okay? I'm just more attracted to heavier girls in general, I don't know why, it's just..."

I knew what Nina was thinking, I could see her eyes flickering back and forth, moving between Sophie's buxom, but blubbery body and her own flat stomach and narrow waist. I kept blabbering, "It's not... It's not that big a deal, I just happen to like bigger, softer bodies on women, I wasn't... I wasn't going to say anything because you're smoking hot like you are, but it's just—"

Nina held up her hand, silencing me, but not saying anything to fill the silence, walking, as if in a trance, over to the nearest chair and collapsing into it, lost in thought. Her next question was to Sophie, "So... Sophie. You used to be skinny, then you gained all this weight for Sam, is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah, 'cept for the first twenty and the last seventy, eighty pounds, basically."

"Why?"

Sophie grinned, "Uh, have ya fucked your boyfriend yet? Add cheesecake to that, put him on top doin' all the work, and that, skinny bitch, is what you call heaven!"

Nina stood back up and left the room, "I need a beer."

Sophie called after her, "Careful, sister, beer makes you fat!" She burst out laughing, and the doorbell rang, "Pizza!"

She didn't move to answer the door, but she pouted in my direction, giving her cleavage a shimmy in my direction. I rolled my eyes, but answered the door.

She reached down her shirt, pulling out her wallet and tossing it to me. It was warm, and a little damp with sweat, but it had the money to pay the guy for the ridiculous amount of pizza she'd ordered.

Nina walked back into the room with a twelve pack of Sam Adams, almost dropping the box when she saw the stack of boxes in my arms. "What the actual hell?" She asked, "Six pizzas?"

Sophie opened her arms, "Hey, I thought 'cause y'all were lettin' me stay here I should give y'all some too!"

"That's still two whole pizzas for each of us! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sophie shrugged, smirking, "Well, I'm drunk for one. And I'm fat as fuck, too, so I dunno, I figure between those two, 'm basically makin' sense here. You gonna join me in the drunk eatin' or what, 'cause I see it, you're about 12 beers 'n probably two hundred pounds behind my sexy, sexy self!"

Nina rolled her eyes, but disdain didn't stop her from opening the box and chugging the first four beers, one after another while Sophie cheered, then sitting down next to my ex and claiming for herself a supreme. I watched as she gorged herself, trading bites of pizza with long gulps of alcohol, eating and drinking without ceasing until her belly was popping out above her, overfull and proud, straining the buttons on her slacks to the max. She burped, tossing the empty box to the side and cracking open another beer.

I tried to warn her, "Nina, don't you think, uh, maybe you should slow down a little?"

She looked at me, hiccuped, and groaned, her words slurring, "Why should I, though? It's obvious she's telling the truth! What, you're saying you don't want to me to be sexy for you?"

She drained the last of the bottle and opened another without hesitating, giggling and staring at my crotch, "Oh yeah, you are loving this!"

"I mean, yeah, but I wasn't... I didn't... And Sophie's here, and, and—"

"He's so cute when he's startled!" Sophie said, laughing, and Nina giggled with her, opening another bottle and grabbing another piece of pizza.

"Wanna make him really freak out?" Nina asked with a familiar grin, and I got a sinking feeling I knew where this was going, and at the same time, for the same reason, a rush of excitement.

"Ha, duh, of co—"

Sophie was cut off mid-sentence by Nina. First, she shoved the last bites of pizza down Sophie's throat, then she moved on, kissing her, groping my ex-girlfriend, shifting her bulging stomach as she wrapped her thin legs around my ex's bulging torso, thin calves sinking into fat sides as she squeezed her muscular legs tight around Sophie's blubbery body. She kept going, getting handsy, both girls moaning with pleasure as she caressed Sophie's massive breasts. Shooting a wink in my direction, Nina pulled Sophie's shirt off, exposing all of her upper body, in all of its doughy, beautifully proportioned corpulence.

Smirking, she squeezed Sophie's soft, squishy stomach, fingering the flabby folds and giggling at the jiggling, moving down, beneath the belly, lifting the curtain of blubber to reveal the pink fabric shorts Sophie wore, letting it drop and wobble. She went for another kiss, sinking her slender frame into the fatness of Sophie's torso, and dipping her thin fingers inside the waistband, pulling the straps of Sophie's black, lacy thong out, letting them dig deep into my ex's supple hips as she moved on, her hands coming to the front of Sophie's body, fingers inching down the front of—

"Okay, that's enough!" I said, interrupting the scene before it went full porno, dragging my drunk, horny girlfriend away, against her will, from the enticing body of my super-sized ex.

"Aww, c'mon, Sammy," she argued, "how about... How about we work together, tag-team her, there's enough woman there for both of us!"

"Don't underestimate me, skinny bitch, I'm enough woman for a whole college football team!"

"I don't doubt it, Soph, that's why I dumped you. Look, Nina, I just don't think it's a good—"

"R'you seriously turning down, hic, turning down a three-way?"

"With my current girlfriend and my ex, both of you drunk... Yeah, I gotta say no."

Nina jerked her head, whipping her short brown hair, brushing my face as she gave me bedroom eyes, her voice turning sultry, "I'll suck your cock..."

"After the threesome? Sorry, babe, I think we'd both be pretty exhausted at that point. Come on, we gotta get you to bed."

We moved slow on our way to the bedroom, careful not to jostle Nina's pizza-stuffed tummy, and I gave thanks she's a co-operative drunk.

We slept, but not well. I was up late, laying in bed, my body pressed close to Nina's, but all I could think about was Sophie in the next room, doing god knows what. I couldn't check on her without waking Nina, so my mind ran wild, collapsing from exhaustion somewhere around two AM.

Nina woke first, jerking to life at 9:00, the sudden motion jarring me to consciousness. I didn't say anything, but I knew from the way she moved. Nina was hungover, lightweight that she is, stumbling out of bed, squinting to block the light from the bedside lamp as she dressed herself, grimacing as she rubbed her still bulging stomach, pinching at her sides as if to see where the fat would settle. She went to leave the room, but stopped by the door, mouthing a question, "Is she still out there?"

I shrugged, and she creaked the door open, peering to see if Sophie had gone, not relaxing until we saw she'd left sometime that morning, leaving behind a stack of three pizzas and a note.

I walked over and picked it up, reading to myself.

Sammy and... whatever your name is, Sammy's girlfriend,

Y'all are still asleep, so I'm letting myself out. Sorry about that whole thing last night, I was drunk and horny, and I didn't really think about what I was doing. Whole thing was a mistake.

Girlfriend chick, sorry I didn't catch your name, but whatever, the pizza's for you. I can promise you, save it for tonight in the bedroom, you'll have a good time.

I'm leaving the key in the box with the pizza, so this doesn't happen again.

–Sophie

I looked to Nina, to tell her what I'd read, but she didn't seem to care. She was in a different world, staring at the pizzas, her face twisted up in thought. "Nina? You okay?"

She shook herself from her reverie, "Huh? Oh... Yeah, I was just... thinking about last night..." She looked down at herself, and put her hand on the tiny, distended dome of her tummy, "You really like this kind of thing?"

I shut my eyes, not looking makes admitting easier, "You don't have to get fat if you don't want to, you're hot already, but..."

"But if I put on twenty pounds, you'd be thrilled." She finished. I opened my eyes to see her glancing at the clock, introspective, "I was supposed to meet with Jean in half an hour to go jogging..."

She shrugged, opening a box of pizza and grabbing a cold slice, walking over to the couch with her prize a second later, "Eh, I can just tell her I was busy."

I swallowed hard, "Wait, so you're gonna do this? You're gonna gain weight just for me?"

She bit into the slice, talking with her mouth full, "God, no!" She swallowed, "I'm just thinking, everything considered, maybe I can take it easy on the diet and exercise crap from here out."

I smiled.

Sophie said the same exact thing once.

[Tastic1]

This was excellent. I wonder where it goes from here?

[Guest temporary]

Looking forward to reading more of this.

[Enumerated_Bob]

Funny thing, this was intended to be a one-off piece, but all the comments, mostly on Deviantart have me working on a series around this. I probably won't post until I get my computer back from the shop, but I've got a decent amount written, in first draft form, anyway.

[xpulley]

Funny thing, this was intended to be a one-off piece, but all the comments, mostly on Deviantart have me working on a series around this. I probably won't post until I get my computer back from the shop, but I've got a decent amount written, in first draft form, anyway.

Glad to hear that! It's a great story.