Bbw island part 2

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Hey, This is my first go at this. It's a series of short stories that are all set on an island after a plane crash lands. The plane was heading from London to LA and was carrying the contestants of a BBW beauty pageant and their significant others and fans and a few members of staff.

 

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The main characters are a young married couple. The wife has known that the husband was into Feederism for quite some time and after an accidental gain of a few lbs and seeing her husbands reaction she decided to become a feedee for a short time. She took a plus size modelling contract in London and it was through her modelling agency that she was sponsored to enter a light weight category of the beauty pageant. She has got really into Feederism and enjoys the whole experience but for the last couple of months she has tried to maintain her weight and not gain any more. You will meet other characters in the stories but for now that's all you need to know. ;-)

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Part 2 follows this post

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Part 1 can be found further back on the forum, I’ll link it in the comments.

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Nicola often felt lethargic after such a large sugary meal and the 3400kcal had knocked her out completely.  They almost always had the most sexual of erotic encounters with her in this trance like euphoric state.  Almost unconsciously first until she felt his thick hard cock inside her  or his tongue flick across her clit.  The acts bringing her to life and gifting her the energy to ride him cowgirl or reverse letting Mark view her growing body from either angle as he loved to.  She’d never wanted to be this big but now that she was she conceded that the sex was out of this world.  Fatty sugary foods had become erotic to her and she couldn’t so much as smell a fresh donut without getting enormously horny. 

 

The lights on the plane dimmed as Nicola slept.  A little tipsy, uncomfortably full, and in desperate need of sex.  Beads of sweat fell down her soft face.  Pooling above her plump protruding lips for a second then accelerating over them down her chin, throat and disappearing between her cleavage.  Mark watched this happen several times then just forgot to take his eyes back off her cleavage.  The had been entirely flat chested when they met.  She wore a UK B cup but he felt an A cup would have done.  She had now crept up to a C, and he’d noticed that was tight.  She had one symmetrical vein that ran across each breast.  Thick and blue against a backdrop of firm pale skin.  He pictured that is was supplying fat to her chest.  Converting the last meal to juicy breast meat to push her up to a D cup.  Mark hid his erection with the in flight food tray even though he himself had eaten nothing.  Nicola had a gift for digesting huge meals very quickly and Marked wondered if he could feed her again before they landed.  The thought was too much, he now fully erect had to think of something else to remove the erection, desperately not wanting to be caught like this in public.  He closed his eyes and drifted off.  The 2 of them sleeping peacefully but so tightly strung and longing for sex their sleep marred.  

 

Nicola awoke first.  Her stomach sore from the earlier stuffing but she didn’t feel stuffed now.  She straightened her dress over her plump belly.  She needed to use the facilities.  She was still tipsy from the Baileys and she looked across at the half full bottle next to Mark, she knew that and the 1200kcal it contained would soon be hers. She sighed, acceptingly.  She couldn’t deny to her self that she wanted it.  Food and sex were synonymous now when she was this horny she shared Mark’s passion for feederism.  She wanted to be stuffed full again, and she desperately wanted to ride his cock.  She stood up she slid her 48inch booty into the isle and began to wiggle and wobble her way down.  The weight of her pale cellulite covered plump butt traveling left and right in her skin tight now almost see through white dress.  She exposed all of her cellulite to every row of the plane.  The only entertainment for 150 or so fat admirers.  She felt the gaze of these eyes and ran her hands over her booty.  Pretending to straighten her skirt but in fact checking for length self consciously.  ‘Let them look’ she said to herself, at least in this company they were looks of affection and lust not judgement and disgust. 

 

She knocked on the door and entered.  She stepped in to the cramped room.  Stealing her body away from the onlookers.  

 

As aeroplane bathrooms go this one was really nice, but as always very small.  She sorted herself out then stood facing the mirror.  The full length mirror adjacent to the door looked very strange in such a small room.  She turned and looked at her figure.  3 years ago she remembered feeling self conscious in a UK size 8 wedding dress.  She’d gained 60lbs since then and if anything she felt slightly less self conscious.  Worries about the small amount of cellulite she’d always had turned into erotic pride over the dimpled flabby fat thighs and ass she now possessed.  She knew the sight of which could get her anything from Mark.  Not least his thick cock deep inside her.  She hitched her skirt up a bit and tried to get a look at her enormous booty.  Even pressed against the opposite wall she couldn’t fit both of her wide hips into the frame.  She backed her ass up a little closer to the mirror and lent forward.  Her plump belly sat on her thighs.  She drifted her hand over it and into her thong.  Met by soaking wet cotton and plump pussy lips she instantly found her clit and doubled up her fat ass almost touching the mirror in the tiny cubicle she began to masterbate.  

 

She had come close to orgasm a few times when she got too tired to stand like this anymore.  She wished her belly was still stuffed full, the sugar high would have made an orgasm come much quicker.  Why didn’t she just become a full time feedee she thought.  A life of food and sex really appealed right now.  She decided to try seated.  As she sat down, the material of her dress rolled up at the widest part of her booty, stretched the full 48inches ‘RRRRRIIIIIPPPPPP’ “oh my god” she said out loud.  Her need to cum vanished.  She rolled her skirt down.  The hem remained intact but everything below her waist had torn wide open.  The tear was along the seem and exposed a huge oval hole exposing the line of her tight red thong which itself cut into the fat of her hip all the way down her thigh chubby thigh.  She starred at her self in the mirror searching for what to do next. 

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