The Bridesmaid (BBW, BHM, XWG, Sex)

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Hey all. Here is a story that I posted on my ** page a few months ago. Feel free to check it out.

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The Bridesmaid

By Jake (JMJ) and ST


“God, this dress is hideous. Good job, Jamie.”

Wendy Lowe looked over the purple monstrosity hanging on the back of her door and grunted in frustration. She had been dreading this day for months once she had seen what her former college roommate had picked out. The dress was a shade of purple that looked like a fruit (it was actually Boysenberry) and was made out of a material she had never even heard of before.

Wendy still could not believe that she was invited to this wedding, let alone a part of the bridal party. She and Jamie had been roommates in college and stayed in touch for a time afterwards, but that had been almost 5 years ago. She didn’t even know the grooms name up until the engagement party.

Wendy thought back to when she picked up the dress and laughed. She remembered that during their sophomore year, she would tease Jamie all the time about her weight, referring to her once as a bowling ball with legs. This was all done in jest, of course, but she really had meant it. Jamie was indeed a big girl, probably in the neighborhood of 300 pounds, and one who used to get hurt easily. Wendy constantly found herself apologizing to her roommate and trying to cheer her up.

“If she cries tonight I’m not cheering her up.”

Wendy thought back to the night before and how Jamie had been somewhat emotional at the rehearsal dinner. That ended when she got a little alcohol in her. Then she was all smiles and laughing with everyone.

At one point, she and her husband-to-be, Robert, asked for all the bridal party pairings to come up for a round of celebratory shots. Wendy had been paired with some lard-ass named Zack. He was a mountain of a man, easily over 400 pounds and dwarfed both Jamie and Robert with his girth. She was completely grossed out by him, even more so when he walked away and Jamie informed Wendy that he had a crush on her.

“Ew, that’s gross!” Wendy said, wrinkling up her nose.

“Come on, he’s a nice guy, who knows, maybe you’d like him,” Jamie replied, sipping on her cocktail.

“I don’t think so, he ain’t my type,” Wendy replied before sipping on her vodka club.

“You never know,” Jamie muttered under her breath.

b n ordered four shots of vodka and then proposed a toast to them, which was in Russian. Wendy had no clue what he had said, but cheersed with them anyway. Almost as soon as the liquor slide down her throat, she felt a rush of something that had her feeling woozy. She thanked everyone and headed back to her hotel room and passed out until the following morning.

“Have to be careful with the alcohol today,” Wendy thought to herself while brushing her teeth.

Wendy grabbed her too-purple dress and a few other items before heading down to the bridal suite to prepare for Jamie’s big day.

When she arrived, all the other girls had already started getting ready and enjoying themselves. Jamie’s mom, a big girl herself (and probably the root of her daughter’s weight problem) was offering up massive-sized muffins along with glasses of champagne. Wendy politely declined the muffins and made her way to a corner to start the tedious grooming process. She wasn’t much of a pastry person.

Standing in only her panties, Wendy made quite the impression. She was about 5’6”, taller than most of the bridal party and definitely much thinner (evident by the fact that unlike everyone else, she had a four pack). Wendy had run 10ks since senior year of high school and even the rigors of a stressful job as a paralegal did not keep her from staying in shape. She was actually going to start looking into running a marathon soon, once the craziness of the wedding had ended.

Some of the other girls tried talking to her, but Wendy engaged with them at the bare minimum. She had not gone to the bachelorette party, so their stories about Vegas meant nothing to her. She was working as a security guard at night, so she didn’t exactly have much money to spend on any types of parties. She had taken the LSATs and was now just trying to save up enough to go to law school.

The girls continued to rattle on about what they had done and how “naughty they had been”, which only meant they looked at guys with no shirts on. She just wanted this day to end and couldn’t wait to go home in the morning and relax for the remainder of the weekend. She sipped on her glass of champagne and waited for her turn in the makeup chair, hoping the other girls would leave her alone.

Makeup and hair finished, Wendy proceeded to get dressed. She recalled just how big the dress was even with all the alterations and once it was on, Wendy felt like she was wearing a tent. Walking was somewhat of an issue as the fabric bunched up between her slender legs since there was such a copious amount of it.

“Christ, this is going to be annoying,” she swore to herself.

One of the other bridesmaids, Linda, brought over another bottle of champagne and refilled the slim brunette’s glass. Wendy thanked her and got up to leave when something caught her noses attention. She glanced back to the portly red-head and noticed she had a plate filled with goodies.

“Where did you get that food?” Wendy asked.

“Oh, Jamie’s mom ordered up room service for everyone. It just got here, so I got myself a plate,” the red-head replied.

The smells seemingly intensified with the news and Wendy’s stomach began grumbling. She usually only had oatmeal or egg whites for breakfast, but for some reason this morning she was starving. She tried to quell these hunger pains with more champagne, but that was not working. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she caved in.

“Whatever, I’m going to need my strength to get through this day,” she conceded to herself.

Wendy power-walked into the other room and immediately began stock piling her plate with eggs and bacon. None of the other girls had attacked the platters yet, so there was still a pile of food left after she was done fixing her own dish.

That first bite was the greatest thing Wendy had ever experienced in her life. The eggs had been made with just the right amount of cheese, so that they would not fall apart when picked up. The bacon was crisp, but not too crispy as to hurt her teeth when biting into it.

“Oh my god. This is so good,” she proclaimed excitedly to herself.

The food on her plate did not last long and Wendy found that even the eating she had just done had not quelled her hunger pains, but seemingly only intensified them. Without thinking, she went back to the buffet and loaded up on more eggs and added on some pancakes this time. Like before, the food was devured rather quickly and once again left her wanting more. She was contemplating a third trip before the photographer informed every one that he wanted to take a few more pictures.

She stood around with the other bridesmaids and put on her best fake smile, even thanking Jamie again for letting her be a part of her special day. The big woman just thanked her in return and told her how happy she was that Wendy could make it. The two stood for a few pictures before the photographer moved on to someone else. Seeing this chance to break free, Wendy made it right back to the waiting food and loaded up on plate three.

No one seemed to notice how much food Wendy was eating. Most of the chatter was about Jamie and how happy she looked or about the cute best man that two of the women were thinking about hitting on. Wendy paid them no mind and continued to enjoy the room service, doing her best to get rid of the hunger that seemed to not want to dissipate.

“Ok ladies, the bus is outside! Let’s get a move on!”

Wendy looked back to Erin, Jamie’s mom, and groaned. She was still hungry and was not in the mood to have to leave all the delicious food out there and let it go to waste.

“I can’t believe how wasteful these fatties were,” she said to herself before picking up her bouquet.

Had she not been wearing this dress, most people would have seen the effect of her mornings gluttony. She had appeared to have put on 20 pounds in the two hours getting ready, though she and everyone else was completely oblivious to it. Well, all but one person that is.

Jamie grinned wider than normal, though everyone thought it was due to the fact it was her big day. That was certainly the main reason, but part of it was also the fact that Wendy was playing into her hands. She had never forgotten all the ‘bowling ball’ comments, the fat jokes, the late nights spent crying. No, no, she had remembered all of it. It got worse at her engagement party when Wendy spent the night getting drunk and complaining to one of Robert’s cousin’s that everyone in the bridal party was such fatties. Jamie wanted to exact her revenge, but didn’t know how.

That was when her soon-to-be husband told her he was also a practicing warlock, so she informed him of her old college roommate. The two then went about casting a spell on Wendy, one that would make Jamie look positively anorexic by comparison, along with a few other changes in her life. That was the point of the “toast” the night before in Russian, which Wendy conveniently did not understand. It was an old curse that his great grandmother had taught him years ago. Jamie smiled as she watched Wendy grab another sausage link and head out the door.

The party bus was already rocking by the time Wendy stepped on to it. The whole bridal party had already started talking and drinking. She walked towards the bathroom and almost tripped, the dress once again swirling between her legs. She cursed to herself before taking a seat and looking for another drink.

“Who’s ready to get this party started!” Danielle, the maid of honor yelled.

Wendy looked up to see that Danielle had started passing around jell-o shots. She took one and waited for everyone else to get one before taking the sugary drink down. She wiped away a bit of the excess jell-o and was contemplating asking for another when Danielle took out something much more enticing than alcohol.

“Also, I got Jam’s favorite, Aunty Annie’s!”

Without thinking, Wendy clapped her hands excitedly at the news. She wanted to jump up and grab the salty pretzel snacks from the shorter woman, but restrained herself. She sat with baited breath as the tray was passed around. Luckily for her, not everyone took one, so she was able to snag two. She happily broke a piece off and placed it in her mouth, chewing contently and savoring the salted, buttery dough.

As she ate, Zack made his way past all the other people and sat down next to her. He was sweating from being stuck in a suit on this warm April day and looked like he was going to collapse at any moment.

“It’s hot out there, huh?” he said, looking at Wendy.

Wendy did not want to talk to him.

“Yeah, real hot,” she said as she bit into the pretzel once more.

“Thankfully, we’ll be by the water, it’ll be cooler than...” he continued.

She looked at him and thought to herself, “maybe if you lost two hundred pounds you’d be a lot cooler, fatty.”

The ride to the church was not incredibly long, but Zack was in her ear the entire time. She wanted to punch him, but decided to focus on eating two more pretzels before taking the last one that no one seemed to want. She really couldn’t understand why she was so hungry, but it wasn’t alarming enough for her to be concerned.

“Just nerves being with all these people I guess,” she muttered before taking another bite of pretzel.

She and the other 11 members of the bridal party exited the bus and began heading into the church. Zack was practicing his steps while occasionally talking to someone else in the bridal party. She realized she had forgotten how they were supposed to go down the aisle and decided she had to talk to him. She told him not to go too fast since her dress was causing her all kinds of issues. Zack, who was probably the heaviest person there, chuckled and told her not worry, he wasn’t the type to move fast unless food was involved. She laughed at the joke and thanked him.

“Yeah, the only time I’ll be moving fast today is when we get to cocktail hour. I can’t wait to tear up the food at Russo’s.”

“I’ve never been so I don’t even know what they have,” Wendy replied.

Stunned, Zack went about giving Wendy details of all the different foods that the wedding venue had. She was amazed at just how much there was but also giddy, knowing that soon enough she’d get to enjoy it all. Zack’s descriptions of the food were so good that she could practically taste it already.

While most people were busy listening to the happy couple recite their vows and profess their love for one another, Wendy was too busy thinking about all the food that was awaiting her at the reception. Mashed potatoes, penne a la vodka, lobster ravioli, capicola. All of it flashed through her head and made her mouth water. She really felt like she was there, going to each station and savoring each decadent dish.

Another aspect of the course was beginning to take place. All the meals Zack had described to her, all the food, all of those calories, were seemingly being absorbed into her body. Each time the thought of food crossed her mind, it was magically digested. As a result, each cupcake she envisioned ended up as part of the pounds that were being added to her body at an incredibly fast rate.

Her growth was definitely more noticeable by the end of the ceremony. Once Robert had finished his vows, Wendy had put on double the amount of weight she had gained earlier that morning, putting her roughly 60 pounds heavier than she had been when she woke up. Her arms had softened up and her face was less angular. Her breasts had begun to push against the top of her dress and her stomach had become a pot-belly. Her hips widened in the pew and the wooden seat became slightly more tolerable as her butt added padding.

Still, through all of this, Wendy remained completely unaware that she was getting heavy. In fact, no one was. Anyone who glanced over at the now pudgy bridesmaid believed she had always looked like that. All, with the exception of the bride and groom, who were making sure to sneak a peek of her growth every now and again.

The ceremony was finally over and Wendy was eager to get out of the church and over to the venue. She plopped her much rounder butt down and looked around for any leftover food from the morning. She was dismayed when she found none. She was about to look in one of the shopping bags on the floor when Zack was standing before her, a beer in each hand.

“Thought you could use one. It’s still pretty warm out there,” he huffed.

“Thanks.”

She accepted the beer and took a quick gulp. He was right, it was a bit warm out there, plus maybe filling up on beer would tide her over until they made it to the venue. She took a another swig and watched as Zack unbuttoned the front of his jacket, allowing him to display his vast paunch that was straining each button of the white dress shirt.

“I told Robbie to let me bring by a few items for the bus, but he said it wasn’t a good idea, that they’d make too much of a mess. That service was kinda long though and I’m hungry,” the large man said before opening his own beer.

“Who wouldn’t want a pastry today? It’s a long day and you need to keep up your strength,” Wendy blurted out.

“Glad you remembered what I do for a living. I thought you were ignoring me back at the engagement party.”

For a moment, she was about to tell him they had never spoken more than five words before today, but then a memory of them chatting earlier popped up. It was how she knew he was a baker and also that he had known Robert for almost a decade.

“No, I was interested in what you had to say, and those donuts you talked about sounded so yummy,” she found herself saying before taking another sip of the cold beer.

More confident than ever, Zack began talking about the things he had been making, what experimenting he had done with traditional favorites, and what he looked to do in the future. As he did, Wendy once more felt as though she had tried each of these delights herself. Her body began to put on weight as all of the baker’s tasty details wiggled their way into her thoughts. As it did, she began to smile, showing off fresh dimples that were growing more and more prominent the rounder her face got. Zack was oblivious to this, knowing that the dimples were among the first things he noticed about her.

He asked her more about her past and she told him about her job and how she worked late hours and that it didn’t leave much time for anything else. She joked that she basically sat on her butt from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. and that afterwards it meant she had to catch up on sleep. For a moment, she recalled that she usually went to the gym right after work, but that quickly left her mind. She hadn’t been to a gym since college, she remembered.

By the time the short bus ride was finished, Wendy had added another 15 pounds to her already soft form. Wendy hurried past the others to get to the food waiting in the suite. She filled up her first plate with manicotti and made short work of it. She went to load up again, but was called back outside by the photographer.

“This guy is a pain in the ass, can’t he see that we haven’t had a chance to eat today and are starving,” she muttered in between chewing on her pasta.

More photos were take, though this time Wendy seemed to be enjoying herself just a bit more. She did not hate everyone as much as she had when the day started and was starting to come around to the fact the other women weren’t so unbearable. She even joked with the maid of honor about how annoying it was to have to stand so much and miss out on all the food. Plus, whenever a photo was taking too long, Zack would make some comment that would have her giggling like a little kid.

“He really is kinda funny,” she though, watching him glance back over at her from time to time.

Eventually, she was no longer needed and she was able to return to the food that was still out for the bridal party. She loaded up on more pasta, but also put a few pieces of eggplant parm on her plate for some contrasting flavor. She sat on enlarged rear and went about eating, only pausing to either refill her plate or to take a sip of whatever beverage the waiter had brought her. She continued doing this for the next hour until finally she was told she could go to the cocktail hour.

The Wendy who entered the bustling atmosphere was over twice the size she had been when she woke up. Pushing 260 pounds, her dress had finally become less of a hazard and was now only looking a few sizes too large, as opposed to dozens. Her face had developed a full double chin and her chunky arms had gotten rather doughy. Her breasts, once insignificant, had blown past most sizes carried in stores and were starting to overflow out the top of her dress.

Her slender toned abdomen had swelled up and was now starting to bulge over the waistband of her panties, panties which thankfully had grown in size to accommodate her new body. Her long lean legs had turned into soft, chubby ones and her butt had added a jiggle that was discernible even in the baggy dress. She was now looking comparable to almost everyone else in the bridal party.

The smells inside the reception room overlooking the water had her mouth watering and she was constantly wiping drool from her face. Her first stop was to the taco station, where she made sure to go through one beef, one fish, and one chicken taco, tasting both soft and hard shells. The contrasting flavors had her tongue dancing and she let out a moan of excitement when the last bite was finished. Next up she went to the Chinese food station, loading up on dumpling, orange chicken and dim sum. Everything was more delicious than anything she had ever eaten before.

As she continued to feast, she continued to grow. She loaded up on carbs at the pasta station, enjoying the penne a la vodka and waited by the fryers before asking for the Bolognese sauce. By the time she had made it to the carving station and an impromptu photo with the bride’s mom, Wendy had magically grown to over 300 pounds.

A firm apple shape, Wendy stocked up on prime rib and lamb before making her way to a table, but not before getting another serving of pasta. As she sat, she tugged on the front of her dress, a dress that was now just the right size and quickly becoming snug. She had undergone an amazing transformation, but it didn’t seem to be over.

From across the room, Jamie and Robert smiled at each other. Wendy, though taller, weighed almost as much as Jamie did now and she was still stuffing her face.

“She’s really getting big now, huh?” Jamie grinned.

“Well, you told me to go all out with this sell, so I did. She’s still going to get fatter, I just don’t know how much fatter. I’ve never tried this spell before,” Robert said, sipping his bourbon.

“Let’s hope she’s not even halfway finished, for all the nights she made me cry,” Jamie said while plopping a cheese cube into her mouth.

Back at her own table, Wendy put her fork down and wiped the remnants of bolognese sauce off her face. As she did, Zack tried scooting by, but he accidently bumped into her with his prodigious gut.

“Whoops, sorry about that. Hey! Why are you sitting by yourself?”

Wendy pondered the question for a moment, not entirely sure how to answer it.

“I don’t know, I just figured it was closer to the carving station and I’m a big fan of lamb.”

Zack laughed.

“I know, that’s when I posted that rack of lamb and you told me on Instagram that you wished you could like my photo a thousand times.”

Wendy looked at him with a puzzled look. They weren’t friends on Instagram, were they?

“Wait, what do you…” Wendy started, feeling very confused.

“Oh! They brought out more flank steak, let’s get some!” Zack declared before should could finish.

Her prior thoughts about questioning the Instagram comment went out the window as her stomach demanded she get more food. The two of them loaded up on the seasoned meat and a little bit more of lamb before they returned to their seats.

He lowered his bulk down and turned the chair around so that way his belly wasn’t bumping into things.

“Gotta do this sometimes, can’t have anything get in the way of a good meal, right?”

“Ha-ha, I agree, though after all this meat I don’t know what to get next,” Wendy pondered.

“If you ask me, you need to go to the mashed potato bar and then the pizza station. I’m planning on doing that when I finish this bit of food. We could go back up together if you’d like?” he asked.

Something in the way he said it made her heart skip a beat. Zack wasn’t an unattractive man; he was fat, sure, but not ugly. He had a bushy beard and glasses, a combination that gave him an educated, but fun look. She didn’t know why, but she found that she did want to go with him.

“That’s ok, I’ll sit this round out, but don’t take too long though.”

“I’ll be quick, it’s not too polite to let a beautiful woman wait long,” he said before giving her a wink.

She instantly blushed, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red. It was a corny line, but for some reason she found herself glad he had said it.

“You’re a charmer, aren’t you?” she responded, almost surprised with how flirty she was being.

“Guilty as charged. Come on, let’s go get that food,” he grabbed her hand and lead her towards the buffet.

They went up to the other stations together and loaded up once more, each carrying four plates with them before finally returning to their seats. They talked in between their food, Wendy finding herself enjoying his conversation more and more. As they talked and she ate, he would continue to make references to past meals, all of who’s calories found themselves being distributed on Wendy’s already large body.

“Whew, that was so good! Not as good as what you described, but still very good!”

She wiped her mouth clean and lifted herself out of the chair. The cocktail hour was ending and they had to get ready to make their entrance.

“Nothing too physically exerting though, right? I’m not a small guy you know,” he said, poking her cushiony shoulder.

His poking should have bothered her, but for some reason it seemed natural. She responded by bumping him with her hip. He just smiled.

“I’m really glad you gave me a shot at the engagement party, I didn’t think you would,” he said before unbuttoning his jacket.

“Me too,” she said. She nuzzled up against him without even realizing it.

They separated long enough to come up with a dance for their entrance together; he’d go out first and then she would “reel him in”. It was silly, but they both agreed it was the best they could do with what they were working with.

She watched as he waddled in first, taking notice as to how his pants hugged his voluminous backside. She wanted so bad to just go out there and grab his ass, but then remembered they had to do their entrance dance. She slowly followed behind him and threw her arms out, her breasts and belly jiggling together in unison inside her snug dress.

Once they had introduced everyone, they waddled to the side and watched as the newly married couple began their slow dance. She instinctively grabbed Zack’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked at her and smiled before leaning in to give her a kiss.

She should have been surprised by this, she should have been appalled. How dare this man kiss her after only talking to her for only a few hours. Then, like everything else today, her mind went into a fog. Why WOULDN’T she let Zack kiss her? Sure, they hadn’t been dating long, but it wasn’t inappropriate, right? And with that, she kissed him back, a passionate kiss

They danced the slow dance with all the other couples, though they had to stand somewhat apart due to the sheer size of their stomachs. His 64 inch waist dominated the area, but her own waist was not that less impressive. Wendy was now hovering around in the mid to upper 300 pound range and looked every bit the part of a woman who had spent the majority of her life eating to her heart's content.

After the song, they both made their ways to the seats and dropped down, thankful that these chairs were made of strong material. Wendy grabbed her glass of water and took a big swig while she let her boyfriend go over more ideas that he had for when they got home. The meals sounded heavenly and she seemingly licked her lips as he described each one in full detail.

The weight continued to pile on and soon without even thinking about it, she was sitting exactly like he was, not willing to let her oversized abdomen poke into the table. Her dress by this point looked like it had needed another alteration as she was pouring out of it.

Weighing in at over 400 pounds, Wendy had almost tripled her morning weight. She happily buttered a piece of bread and placed it in her mouth, her three chins jiggling joyously as she did so. Her neck had begun to vanish due to her multiple chins, though you could still see the necklace that had magically appeared. She pulled at it, upset that the lovely piece of jewelry that Zack had bought her no longer fit properly.

“I’ll have to ask the jeweler to add a few links in the chain,” she thought while buttering up another piece.

She shifted in the seat, which caused her boobs to bounce up violently in unison with her stomach. Had she been naked, there would be a good chance her massive breasts could have knocked her out. She dug out some of the crumbs that had fallen into her cavernous cleavage and winked at Zack who gave her a devilish smile in return.

“Ha-ha, later big guy, later.”

Zack just smiled and kissed her on the forehead before waddling to the bar. He turned and watched his girl continue to load up on bread, her hips widening even further and flowing over the sides of the chair. Even in the once large dress the outline of her panties was finally visible.

“Later indeed,” he mumbled before ordering two more drinks.

The night progressed and while she enjoyed every moment of it. Ocasionally Jamie would glance over at Table 3 to see the new couple talk and eat. Wendy had long surpassed Jamie in weight, but she still carried it well. Her stomach hung lower than the seat of the chair, commanding everyone’s attention. Her thighs were now somewhat exposed due to the riding hemline and bright red stretch marks covered most inches of that flabby thigh.

“Did I do well?” her new husband asked before kissing her on the cheek.

“Very good indeed babe. She’s huge!” Jamie exclaimed.

Robert smiled.

“And the night isn’t over yet.”

It was true. Because dinner came and went, followed by cake and dessert. By the time that, as well as a few more mental meals came to pass, Wendy was now bigger than her boyfriend. Not that she minded at all. When they had first been introduced, he had told her he liked “bigger gals” and they didn’t get much bigger than Wendy.

He was such an amazing baker that it would have been hard for Wendy to do anything but gain weight. She leaned back in her chair, ignoring the groaning it did as she did so. She patted her swollen gut and let out a small burp. Zack just smiled and rubbed the thigh closest to him. It sent a shiver up her spine as her entire thigh quaked from the movement.

“I love chocolate covered strawberries,” she said, a look of contentment on her face.

He reached onto his plate and stood up, moving to her side and placing one in her mouth. She cooed in enjoyment.

“I know,” he said, “I remember one of our first dates when I fed you a dozen of these, it really got you in the mood.”

She shuddered thinking of that night. She could feel herself already getting wet at the memory.

“You really wanna watch me cum in this chair, don’t you,” she said, biting her tongue to not let out a moan as the chocolate slid further down her throat.

“Heh, wouldn’t be the first time. Remember that night at All County Buffet when you went through an entire chocolate layer cake?” Zack said as he traced his fingers down her beefy arm.

Wendy suddenly remember an event that prior to today had never occurred, but now it was as fresh in her mind as the strawberry she had just swallowed. She desperately tried to press her legs together, but they were much too fat to do any good. Her breasts seeming surged forward again, a slight tear starting to grow on the back of her dress.

“We, we need to get out of here now. And you need to bring those strawberries and fuck my brains out,” she said before rushing to her feet.

Zack began the task of scooping up more of the decadent treats as Wendy slowly waddled towards her friend of 9 years.

“We have to go. Zack is in one of his moods,” she said, a mischievous smile on her fat face.

Instantly, Jamie knew what she was talking about. She could practically smell the lust coming off her friends enormous body.

“Go, go have fun. We’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast. You two might be getting married next!”

“Hopefully,” Wendy responded, tugging once more on her dress which was now starting to come apart.

She said goodbye to Robert and hurried downstairs to the waiting bus as fast as she could. It wasn’t easy to move close 440 pounds, but both of them had a purpose they weren’t going to let take too long to happen.

By the time they were back in their suite Zack had already unbuttoned his pants and had been kissing her passionately. She reached under his impressive gut and felt his rock hard cock and bit his lip. He responded by reaching her massive belly and teased her ever so slightly.

“God, you, gasp, need to, fuck me, right now!”

She pulled away and flopped on the bed, frantically tugging at her now practically see thru dress, desperately trying to take it off. He followed her and helped her raise it over her blubbery shoulders and finally she was in just her panties, though you could barely see the thin line of cotton underneath all of her stomach and hip rolls. Zack took a moment to take in all of her sheer vastness, admiring with how fat she had gotten while dating him. He unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants, letting her see his hard dick press up against his under belly.

“I love you,” he said before going to the fridge and pulling out a box of hand dipped chocolate covered strawberries.

Wendy moaned in anticipation and brought a hand to her own nipple and squeezed it. She was soaked and she didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She laid back and lifted her legs up so Zack could pull her panties down. He noted how wet they were and gently slapped her titanic thigh, causing another ripple of pleasure to shoot down her spine. He put the strawberries within her reach and went at the task at hand.

He lift up her big belly and dove in head first, his tongue viciously attacking her as she bit into the first strawberry. She moaned even louder as his pace picked up and thoughts of this being a weekly occurrence flashed in her mind. Each time they did she appeared bigger and bigger, a testament to her fiancé but also her own gluttony. Wendy always loved to eat and being around someone who made food only intensified that love.

“Oh, oh god, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop,” she shouted in between another chocolatey treat. She had eaten three already and had chocolate smeared all over her triply chinned face.

She lifted her own breast to her mouth and began gently clamping down on her nipple, enjoying how stiff it was already. She did this some more and bit harder as her fiancé’s tongue pushed deeper and deeper. As it did, the belly on top of his head began to expand ever so slightly, though neither of them noticed. They were too lost in the moment to pay attention as Wendy began to put on more weight.

“Let’s flip you over,” Zack wheezed as he emerged from her thighs, “I wanna see this fat ass move while we’re fucking.”

Wendy shoved another strawberry in her mouth and rolled over and thrust her ass straight up in the air. She gave it a good wiggle to tease him. Her fiancé gave her over 80 inch ass a good whack, which sent ripples all through her fat body. She moaned even louder and begged him to enter her.

He obliged and the second his cock went in Wendy was lost. Her mind was filled with images of sex and eating and getting bigger. Each thrust added almost five pounds to her frame and Wendy remembered that he had told her she was going to get massive when they had first started dating. He even told her there was a good chance she’d get immobile if they got married. That still hadn’t stopped her from saying yes. Now, as her near 500 pound boyfriend was plowing her from behind, she couldn’t think of anything more pleasurable than that thought.

Zack’s hairy stomach brushed against her doughy ass and it caused even more enjoyment for them both. The thought of his stomach rubbing up against a bigger and bigger ass each time they fucked only made her moan even louder. She found herself imaging being barely able to walk down the aisle at their wedding and with that they both came in an explosion of flesh. Wendy’s face, which had been in a pillow, still echoed a scream loud enough for their neighbors two doors down to hear.

They both passed out after that, the bed thankfully being supportive enough to hold almost 1100 pounds of lard on it.

Wendy’s dreams that night were of the two of them sitting on a beach eating, the waiters unable to keep up with their demands. This repeated itself a few times before she woke up and when she did, both she and Zack were heavier than they had been the morning before. Zack had probably put on almost 60 pounds in the past 24 hours but that wasn’t even a fifth of the weight Wendy had put on.

At over 570 pounds Wendy was fat and loved every moment of it. She glanced down past her tremendous tits and looked at her stretch mark gut. It completely covered her thighs and even standing rested against her knees. She poked it and watched as it moved seemingly of its own accord, not stopping for a few moments.

She looked over at Zack and smiled. When they had met at Jamie’s engagement party, she had only been about 250 pounds, but thanks to his cooking (and encouragement) she had more than doubled that number in just under two years and knew that it was only the beginning. She leaned in and kissed him on the back of the neck before going through the annoying process of getting ready for breakfast. She hated moving but her stomach was already demanding a replenishment of the calories she had burned off last night.

Downstairs, Jamie was sitting in a chair, chatting with one of her cousins. As she sipped her coffee, she kept glancing at the door way, hoping to see Wendy emerge. She never expected this spell to work out so well, but Wendy exceeded all expectations the night before. Now, as she sipped on the hot beverage, she was genuinely curious to see just how fat her old roommate had become.

Her question was answered a few moments later as she watched the half ton couple waddle in, though they had to separately due to their new sizes. Zack was definitely heavier than he had been the night before, as evidenced by the way his t-shirt wouldn’t cover his mammoth gut and his sweats were strained tightly across his thick thighs. He was pouring with sweat.

Behind him, Wendy was not holding up so well. She would shuffle her feet forward and then pause, clutching onto a chair before repeating the process again. She was completely out of breath and her face was bright red and covered with perspiration. She was massive. The sleeves on her t-shirt were ripped due to her doughy biceps, biceps that had completely swallowed up her elbows and merged with her forearms. Her t-shirt clung to every sweaty roll on her back and her watermelon sized boobs rested comfortably on her elephantine stomach, one that was tucked in under the waistband of outdated sweatpants. Her legs were spread about as far apart as possible to provide the support she needed to get around. As she turned to sit down, Jamie observed that while her hips had widened considerably, she hadn’t really developed much of an ass, it was actually rather flat despite her hips being well over 85 inches. She carefully lowered herself on to two chairs and tried regaining her stamina.

Jamie could not believe what had happened. All traces of the formerly fit aspiring attorney had been buried under several hundreds of pounds of flesh. She glanced over at her new husband who turned towards her, then towards Wendy, then back to her and winked. He had told her the magic was powerful on the right person and apparently Wendy was a prime example of that.

“I’ll get us some plates babe, don’t want you burning any unnecessary calories,”Zack said before making his way over to the breakfast buffet.

She just nodded and leaned back in the chair and poured herself a glass of water. Jamie decided to say hello and see if she remembered any part of her old life.

“Hey there, how you holding up?”

Wendy looked up at her friend and tried standing but Jamie told her not to and hugged her in her chair.

“Hey, bestie. I’m ok. Starving, but otherwise ok. Oh, and a sweaty mess, but that’s typical, ha-ha. I get winded just thinking about moving, but I’ve been like that since college, haven’t I?”

Jamie was still shocked, but tried to press the issue. She looked past all of Wendy’s jiggly chins and saw that she was wearing a necklace with a diamond ring attached to it.

“That’s a nice ring, when’d you get that?”

Now it was Wendy’s turn to look confused. She took another swig of water and let out a deep exhale.

“When did I get it? I got it on New Years Eve, remember? You and Robert were there. You both had to help Zack up after he got down on one knee. You ok?” Wendy asked.
Jamie realized that everything surrounding Wendy’s previous life had changed. The magic had done its job and Wendy was no longer the mean-spirited person she had previously been. Now she was a kind-hearted, overweight woman who was one of Jamie’s closest and best friends.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m still a little buzzed from last night. Too much alcohol!” Jamie replied.

The friends laughed and chatted for a bit before both Robert and Zack returned to the table. Robert was patting Zack on the back and Zack turned to his fiancé and nodded.

“Well, I told him, you want to tell her?”

Jamie was puzzled. Wendy meanwhile just nodded her head in agreement and turned to Jamie.

“Well, we didn’t know when we’ll see you again since you’re going to be on your honeymoon and we didn’t want to do this before your wedding, but will you be one of my bridesmaids?” Wendy beamed at her long-time friend.

Jamie just smiled and said yes, realizing that not only had she gained a modicum of revenge but also gained a friend through this entire ordeal.

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