Ledebonaire

Conor nimbly plucked a hair from his girlfriend Mary's head as she turned around, slowly pulling her t-shirt over her head and tossing it onto the floor. "OW must have snagged it on the shirt…" She exclaimed, rubbing the back of her head. Conor bent over and kissed the same spot she had just been rubbing. "Don't you worry, babe; I'm going to make you feel absolutely amazing with this massage," he said, a tiny hint of mischief in his gravelly low voice. “Mmmm, I can’t wait for you to work out all my stress and tension…" Mary said, biting her lower lip and letting the words hang in the air as she gave him an inviting glance before returning to undo her bra strap. While Mary was continuing to undress, Conor grabbed a glass bottle resting on a nearby table. His eyes skimmed the plain white label, which read: Lucious Massage Oil, bountiful and transformative massage oil for your deepest desires. He quickly removed the top and dropped the plucked hair into the bottle before re-sealing it and giving it a quick shake. The hair promptly vanished into the potion, the color within changing from a cloudy grey to a slight pinkish hue. Mary and Conor were a picturesque couple, and Conor doubted he could ever find someone as compatible with him as Mary. Conor did have a little secret, though, that he had never shared with her. While he found Mary attractive as she was, what really turned him on were fat women. And it wasn't just any type of fatty; he wanted a girl who would pig out, letting him feed her, and have no shame as she burped and pleasured herself. A super-sized girl as wide as she was tall. Not wanting to compromise his excellent relationship, he had always kept his kinks to himself. One evening, while he was online, he stumbled upon a sketchy message board post about a massage oil that would change a person into the ideal of the masseuse, and the transformed person would never know that they had been changed. The oil required a teardrop of the masseuse, signifying their longing, and a single hair of the person that would be transformed. Conor had rolled his eyes and dismissed it as a hoax to separate suckers from their money. For some reason, he checked back on the post a few months later to be shocked when users reported that it had indeed worked. He figured that these were just alternate accounts or bots until he read something that gave him a far-flung hope. One user reported that the oil had turned their girlfriend into a complete porker and was complaining. The oil seller accused the poster of being in denial of what they truly wanted and to embrace their inner desires. Deciding he had wasted more money on more useless things, Conor ordered the oil, and after it had arrived, he invited Mary over to his place for a massage. The remainder of Mary's clothes lie in a pile on the floor as she gets onto the makeshift massage table in the middle of Conor's living room. He had inflated an air mattress and placed it on top of his coffee table, covering it with a sheet. Mary giggled as she lay down face-first on the bed. "How considerate of you to set this up," she said. Conor dimmed the lights of the room and then knelt down next to Mary as she faced sideways towards him, giving her a kiss, and then slid a blindfold over her eyes. “What’s this for?” she asked. “It’s to enhance the feeling, to let you really get into it. Looking around is just going to distract you from my exquisite touch.” "Haha, okay, dork. We will see just how magic those hands of yours are." "Here's hoping," Conor said, just as much to himself as to her. Conor opened the oil bottle again, splashing some onto his palms and then rubbing it in. Quickly, a sensation of ice pieced his hands for a brief instant before a dim warmth emanated throughout. “Let’s start with those legs. I'm sure they're tight from all that running around you've been doing." He sank his fingers into the back of her thigh, feeling the smooth, toned flesh. Conor began to massage her muscles as Mary let out a gentle moan. A moment passed, and nothing happened. Conor moved to the second thigh and began to rub when he noticed something. His girlfriend's thighs were thickening, slowly expanding and growing closer together. "Oh baby, that feels so good," Mary murmured. Conor now placed one hand on each thigh and began to work, feeling the gradual increase in softness as the process sped up. The tone and definition began to disappear as Mary's thighs swelled, becoming meaty thunder thighs. Conor did not stop until they were touching each other, Mary’s thigh gap now banished by the overstuffed trunks she now had for thighs. He now moved lower to her calves. They, too, began to grow, ankles disappearing, becoming fleshy and doughy cankles. Mary's toes plumped up, and Conor worked his fingers between them, becoming sausage-like. Next, he began to work her hips, and to Conor's delight, they radiated outwards, forming blubbery love handles, not stopping until they began to overhand the table's width. He only stopped just before she began to develop saddle bags, knowing his lover would now struggle to fill any type of pants, likely spilling over and out. Conor could feel his pulse increase as he watched his dreams come true. He splashed a fresh round of oil onto his hands and then smacked Mary's ass hard before digging his fingers into the tight rear, with Mary letting out a slight yip. The Taut flesh ballooned outwards, first becoming a juicy bubble butt. As Mary's backside continued to bubble outwards, it started to develop a dimpled surface as cellulite formed within the adipose. Conor had to move his hands ever further as the thick cheeks expanded from tiny frisbee-sized buns to massive beach ball sized globes jiggling to the slightest touch. Mary's ass now jutted far out from her back, giving her a substantial shelf butt that would have taken an average woman years of gluttony to achieve. A gurgling could be heard now from Mary's stomach, the groan then changing into a decent fart rippling out of Mary's posterior as her digestive system was transformed into something more appropriate to her growing form. “Sorry babe, I might have had a bit too much McDonalds for lunch today….” Mary said sheepishly as she let out another little blast. "Naughty girl!" Conor said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice before giving another hard spank to the now mammoth cheeks, sending them sloshing as Mary moaned. Conor refreshed the oil on his palms and moved up his girlfriend's torso, thickening and widening it to match her lower half. Fat oozed through his fingertips as toned muscles disappeared beneath plush adipose. Mary's softening back formed deep rolls she would have trouble ever reaching. Mary cooed as her shoulders broadened, taking on extra weight, "I can feel the stress melting away… everything is getting so loose and soft…” Conor circled his lover's arms with his hands, working the massage oil deep into the skin. The dainty arms plumped and developed, the upper arms soon overflowing on the ends of the elbow, becoming overstuffed bingo wings. Without warning, a sharp crack was heard in the wood of the makeshift massage table. One of the table legs broke, sending the enchanted girl sliding off, landing in a resounding hard thud on the floor. Mary's thighs and rear bouncing and undulating. Mary struggled to roll over and push herself up but slowly was able to get to her feet before pulling the blindfold off. Conor gazed upon his work; Mary now had the body of a hedonistic oversized pear. She was now more than three times as wide at her hips and waist as she had been before. Her legs were packed to the brim with fat and cellulite. Her belly was still flat, and her breasts were still perky, firm b-cups with petite nipples. Conor was enamored and could feel himself stiff but wanted more. "That was a bit harder to get up than I thought it'd be," Mary huffed. "All those fast-food lunches are adding up!” "Nonsense, you look beautiful," Conor replied. “Then you wouldn’t mind getting me a soda and a snack?” She asked, her tummy letting out a little rumble. "Of course not. Have a seat on the couch, and I'll be right back. I need to get my hands on a few more parts of you tonight before I'll let you go." Conor walked over to his kitchen and removed a bowl from a cabinet. He pulled a two-liter bottle of Coke out of his fridge, a tray of brownies, and some ice cream from the freezer to top it off. He put a brownie and some ice cream in the bowl and stuck a spoon into the mixture. He walked back out to the living room carrying the snack and drink. He handed the bowl to Mary, who looked at the treat longingly. He then grabbed a cup from a nearby side table and opened the bottle of Coke to pour her a glass. A loud belch echoed from the couch as the brown liquid reached the rim of the glass. Conor turned and saw that Mary had already finished the bowl. "Do you think you could get me another helping? The massage is making me so hungry…" Mary pleaded to Conor, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "Coming right up." Conor returned to the kitchen, grabbed the whole tray of brownies and tub of ice cream, and returned to his eager girlfriend. Instead of drinking from the glass he poured, she drank straight from the two-liter bottle. "Wonderful" was all Conor could think as his member grew even more rigid. Conor grabbed the oil bottle and dabbed a fresh splash onto his hands, rubbing them together zealously. He then sits beside his bloated partner as she swigs the fizzy syrupy drink. He traces his hands over her flat navel, causing it to pooch outwards as a gentle burp escapes Mary's lips. He presses down harder, kneading the fluffy pooch of a tummy, filling it with more fat. The belly in his hands now growls with hunger audibly as the paunch morphs into a hefty potbelly with just a hint of sag. Mary removes the now-empty Coke bottle from her lips and lets a monstrous burp emit from her swelling midsection. The round dome begins to sag slower and cover Mary's delicate slit. Angry red stretch marks erupt all over, displaying the rapid growth. Mary moans with pleasure as Conor's fingers dance across her, digging into the brownies and ice cream and stuffing them into her mouth with her bare hands. Conor then forces his middle finger into his girlfriend's belly button, initiating a flood of lard to turn the chubby navel into a cavernous hole around his finger. Conor presses harder into the middle of Mary's belly, causing the flow of encroaching fat to shift, forming a split in the middle of her belly. The new divide creates a growing roll, splitting Mary's flabby gut into a meaty double belly that Conor fantasizes about the rolls slapping when they make love. Mary’s freshly acquired angry crimson stretch marks begin to fade into the color of flesh as if she had always led a life of sloth and gluttony as the warm mass of her gut surges forth, filling her lap. Mary continues to let out a series of belches between bouts of stuffing the chocolatey gooey mess into her maw, no longer held back by any sense of modesty. As the growth crawls to a halt, Mary drinks the remainder of the ice cream from the tub, her belly hanging and stuffed, completely filling her wide, girthy lap. She sets the container down and, looks down at her newly acquired mass and pauses. Using blubbery digits, she grabs the side of the vast doughy paunch, and she gasps. "Jesus Christ, I'm such a fat fucking hog, how did this even… BBBUUUURRRPPPP" Mary's hands move to her mouth in a last-ditch effort to maintain some sense of dignity. In that moment, though, her face blanks before her attitude shifts to reflect her new reality. "Good thing my boyfriend loves a girl with meat on her bones." She says as she slaps the side of her titanic gut, sending it wobbling all over. Refreshing the oil on his palms, Conor whispers into Mary's ear, "I've been so attentive to your body tonight, but how could I forget these." He says, as his hands cup her perky breasts. They instantly ooze outwards, an invasion of blubber filling them. They expand in every direction before losing all remaining firmness and slapping with a wet thud against Mary's obese gut. Conor grabs the hard, tiny nipples, tugging at them, the areolas expanding to better match the now G-Cups sagging from Mary's chest. "God, I'm so wet," Mary moans, her body now coated in a layer of sweat from the added padding and arousal. Conor Pulls his hands away from the corpulent udders he had created, Mary quickly taking his place, rubbing her own nipples. Conor lifts Mary’s porcine belly up and begins to caress her sex. The graceful slit now changes, her lips plumping up and fupa advancing outwards. Conor is hard as rock felling his lover’s wet pussy plump up and become soft and plush as he flicks her clit. Mary wails with pleasure, sweat pouring off of her. In an unexpected show of strength, she pins Conor to the couch, unzipping his shorts. "I need you inside me now; use your fat fuck pig…" She begs. Conor quickly throws the shorts across the room as Mary mounts him. Her belly nearly comes up to his chest as her thick rolls slap and wobble, her enormous thighs squishing him deep into the cushions. She completely lacks dexterity now and struggles to position herself to have Conor pierce her. He feels his rock buried in the blubbery adipose as her wet slit finally manages to find and swallow him. She begins to grind on top of him, her pussy clenching his cock as her entire body jiggles. She will occasionally bounce as he thrusts upward, slapping and the sound of air escaping her many folds of fat soaked and covered in sweat. Conor feels every new part of his lover, every place he touches, plumping up even more. "Cum for me baby, knock me up, make this big fat piggy into your sow." Upon hearing that Conor unleashes a torrent of cum into the deepest reaches of Mary’s womb, his sticky batter filling her. “Mmmm, Good boy.” She purrs. Mary flops forward onto Conor, his cock sliding out of her with a wet pop. Her weight bearing down on him, he smiles. She's now perfect in every way. He reaches up and grabs her face to draw in her for a kiss. They lock lips, and she pulls away. Her face, while slim compared to the rest of her super-sized body, now sports a second chin and slightly chubbier cheeks. "Now go and get me some more food. I will need more energy when we fuck again later. Gotta make sure it takes…” Mary says, embracing her new life as a fatty.

The return flight back from their honeymoon had been difficult to secure. Eva’s increased proportions resulted in the couple having to buy a second seat just to fit her well appointed hips. Eva returned back to work, but she was no longer a fitness trainer. Instead, she worked in human resources for the Pepsi bottling plant. She was never seen without a bottle of soda, some salty snack, or candy bar around her desk, which she rarely got up from. Many of the plant workers noticed that ever since her arrival, all the other women who worked in the offices surrounding her had started to thicken up as well. A few weeks after returning from their honeymoon, Eva’s mother Sabrina invited the newlyweds over for dinner at her apartment. The two massive weighty women putting down plate after plate of thick lasagna as the sipped wine. Eva Singing Clint’s praises about what a good husband he was. As dinner wound and the ladies each helped themselves to their third serving of cake Eva’s phone rang. It was the HR office and they were having an issue with some of the processes with a newly retired worker. She excused herself to the living room to take the call undistracted. As Eva was on call in the living room, Clint got up and wandered over to Eva’s old bedroom. It was still filled with various trinkets and bobbles from Eva’s youth. He gazed over the pictures of her with old friends, teen romance novels, old DVDs, and pop punk CDs. As he was turning to leave the room, he spotted a twinkle from the floor of the open closet. Moving over to inspect it, he raised the glittering object, to discover that it was a medal attached to a faded ribbon. The medal was an award for first place in a State Cross country competition. Suddenly Clint’s head ached as his memories of how this could be were cloudy and hard to recall. Now standing in the doorway to the room was Sabrina. “There’s always something left over after you cast a spell. You can never fully wipe the past away.” She said to him. “What are you tal….” Clint stopped as brief flashes of his old relationship re-entered his mind. “When my ex-husband left me after having Eva due to the weight I gained I was devastated. I was depressed for years and being a single mother was a difficult painful process. I swore I would never let my daughter experience that same pain. Any man my daughter chose was going to have to be tested to prove that he really loved her, no matter what. I was pretty skeptical about you, but you’ve surprised me.” Clint’s headache was now a migraine, and he kneeled down in pain as the events of both realities co-existed in his mind. “What are you….some kind of witch?” “Let’s not focus on labels dearest, but yes I cast a spell that transformed your wife into what she is now.” She said as she waddled over to him. “What gives you the right?” Clint growled through clenched teeth. Sabrina knelt down towards Clint looking into his steely gaze. “Dearest, genetics were almost certain to make it happen, I just sped up the process.” She gently placed one of her hands on his cheek whispering under her breath. “But it’s alright, you love my daughter, and given what she tells me you love her new body. You’ve always wanted a super-sized wife. In fact, you’re the one who turned my chubby little girl into the big fat woman she is today”. In a flash of light all of the memories Clint had of courting the young runner were forever sealed, replaced by his current reality forever. _______________________________________________ Clint and Eva were enjoying the night together alone in their apartment. Eva was quite the homebody, loving to spend her nights binge watching her favorite shows while snacking, or playing video games. All the while Her loving husband was by her side. This evening Clint was in the kitchen, frying up come mozzarella sticks and prepping a plate of nachos for Eva. Leaving the kitchen for a brief moment to ask Eva what she wanted to drink with her meal. He found her standing near the bathroom, wearing nothing but a size of sweatpants that was now several sizes too small. They were stained from various food binges and showcased every fold and curve of her overflowing abundant flesh. Wearing no top he could clearly see the tattoo above Eva’s right breast that was hanging down that she had gotten soon after the two had started dating. After the night the two of them had hooked up at the bar, Eva told Clint that if they were going to be in a serious relationship, there were some kinks her lover would have to be into as well. She wanted a feeder, a man that would stuff her to the brim in more ways than one, and love every pound that came with it. Clint responded by saying he would propose to her after she reached 350 pounds. Soon after she got the tattoo that simply read “Clint’s Cow”. She smiled at him and wrapped her broad arms around him, giving him a long kiss. “I’ve got something to tell you.” She said “Of course, babe. but first what do you want to drink with your meal?” “A strawberry smoothie sounds good,” She said, placing her hand under her second chin, her finger tapping her lip. Eva sat down on the couch sinking deeply into the cushions and Clint worked in the kitchen and brought everything over. He sat down next to her, raising a chip covered in all of the toppings towards her mouth and rubbing the other against her belly. “What I wanted to tell you” She said as she smiled even wider “Was that you should make more, I’m eating for two.” The End

Clint was on his canoe as gentle waves rocked it back and forth several dozen yards off the coast of the resort. His rowing instructor had left him to enjoy the rest of his afternoon and he now took in the view of sandy beaches in the dazzling Pacific sun. His life was flying by at the speed of light and he had barely had time to register all of the changes that had been happening. It was almost as if some external force beyond his control had been acting upon him. His mind was brought specifically to the previous day, and the amazing blow job his wife had given him. Long stretches of time bookended his thoughts as he studied himself and weighed his decisions. He had never really given much consideration to being with a fat woman. He had simply lived his life going along with what was normal. The changes in Eva had disturbed and embarrassed him. But as he continued to dig deeply and really reflected, he discovered that her new sexuality and figure were deeply arousing and intoxicating in ways he had never pondered. Eva was still the woman he loved, the core of her personality retained all of the things he had wanted when he had proposed, and he had made a vow of till death do us part. He was the only thing standing between himself and happiness. With this in mind he began to paddle his canoe back towards the resort and to join his wife. This was their honeymoon and he should be spending time with her after all. _________________________________________________ Clint and Eva had joined back up together and had decided to use the sauna of the resort’s spa. The couple sat next to each other on the wooden benches of the sauna, of which Eva managed to fill a substantial portion. The warm moist air extracted beads of sweat from both of them, Clint with a towel tied around his waist, and Eva just content to cover her front with one due to being unable to wrap it around herself. After they had both settled in Eva posed a question. “Clint, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest, even if it hurts.” Clint pushed out conflicting memories of Eva’s Southern drawl, and answered “Of course.” “Am I really the woman for you? Am I everything you’d hoped for in a wife?” “I love you Eva, I wouldn’t have married you otherwise.” “That’s not what I’m asking though, am I the woman for you?” She asked him again, her eyes locking on to his. Clint returned her gaze, his determination hardened. “You are.” Eva removed the towel she had draped over herself, full exposing her gratuitous fleshy expanse to Clint. “This is my body now” She said as she lifted her soft jiggling belly and released it, having it smack against her thighs, sending waves across her adipose riddled form. “I want you to worship and cherish it.” “I will.” “Prove it.” Eva grabbed her husband’s hand and pressed it into the blubbery flesh. Clint slid over closer to Eva and wrapped his other arm around her, using the hand she had pressed into herself to begin rubbing the doughy paunch. The soft supple flesh flowed through his firm strong hands as he rubbed and massaged his wife’s corpulence. Eva moved her face close to his “You aren’t going to try and change me?” she said, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek with her lips. “No,” he answered, kissing her soft cheek back. The two of them began to kiss back and forth, the worries and stress of the past month finally melting away. Eva looked down at the towel covering Clint to see he was at full mast, shifting it nearly off of him. “Good,” she said quickly before ripping the towel off of him. Before Clint was able to react, Eva had shifted her mass on top of him, and had positioned his member at her glistening wet entrance. As she slid onto his shaft, he felt the new soft flesh surrounding her pussy and she engulfed him. He released a loud pleasured moan as he took in the drenched tight soft flesh enveloping his dick. Her belly rested on top of him as he grabbed handfuls of her abundant ass and began to thrust up into her. “God Yessss, finallllyyyyy” She yelled as she began to gyrate and buck on top of him. Her bosoms slapped against his face as Eva let loose with her assault on Clint’s rod. Clint felt the weight of his 300-pound wife come down again and again on him, he remembered back to when they had met in the bar on a dare from his buddies to take home the biggest fatty in the bar. His past was being rewritten as he remembered ** plowing then then 225-pound sophomore and becoming addicted to the creamy fluffy curves of a BBW. The small sauna filled with the sounds of slapping wet flesh as Eva screamed out “CUM FOR ME BABY, CUM IN YOUR BIG FAT PIG OF A WIFE.” She slammed on him even harder, the slick lips of her pussy and feat FUPA now popping as Clint lost himself in euphoria. Grunting he blasted deep ropes of cum into his lover’s slit. The steam of the sauna having completely surrounded them and leaving the room in a dreamy haze. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Eva and Clint were resting along the beach under a spacious umbrella taking in the sight of the afternoon sun setting in the horizon. The beach chair Eva was using looked almost cartoonish as it was unable to prevent her momentous ass from touching the sandy ground. Next to her on a small stand were several plates that had been consumed by the greedy woman, and several more stacked with food. Clint pulled a beer from a nearby cooler that was filled with bottles of sugary sodas and soft drinks. He popped the tab and downed a swig of the brew, hoping to clear his mind a bit. The stress of worrying about the fate of his relationship had subsided, but his memories seemed scrambled and conflicting. Instead of trying to sort it all out he just took another drink of his beer and looked over to the woman he loved. Eva was in a pale pink bikini that barely contained her breasts and was completely hidden away by the mountain of flab that was her core. Her Lazy hedonistic figure on display for all, wearing the red stretch marks as a badge of pride. Mindlessly eating away, she had managed to get grease all over her chest, the sun reflecting off the oily skin. “BBBUURRPPP, hehe, babe this is amazing, but you know what would really make my evening? You should go get me a milkshake while I dip into the water and wash all this off, I’ve made a mess of myself.” Eva giggled happily. “Sure Evie, what type do you want?” “Surprise me.” She winked at him, continuing to giggle. Clint got up and began walking towards the canteen on the edge of the beach to grab Eva’s treat. With a great struggle and after almost breaking the chair Eva rose and stretched. She headed towards the water as the waves pushed the tides in towards land. Clint surveyed her from a distance, the rear of the pink bikini lost between the globular ass cheeks that bounced up and down as Eva waddled towards the water. After her legs were under the water, with all the grace of a whale she dived in and for a brief moment disappeared beneath the water. Clint arrived at the canteen and surveyed the menu. The only two flavors of milkshake available were simple vanilla and chocolate. Rather than decide between the two Clint decided to get Eva both, knowing she’d likely want them anyway. The attendant handed him the frozen desserts and Clint grabbed them as he turned to return to their beachfront outpost. Eva was still floating around in the water when Clint arrived back under the umbrella. The light of the sun cast down on the crystalline ocean waters mirroring dreamy hazy images across the evening sky as light whippy white clouds provided a fantasy skyline. It was during this moment in this dreamscape when it happened. The sky and water glittered as an invisible force crest through the air. Clint oblivious to this watched as his wife emerged from the water approaching him. As Eva’s upper body emerged from the water, first her face bore out her new changes. Her double chin now prominent and cheeks flush with fat hiding her cheekbones. Her plump arms had filled with even more lard, fat cascading over her elbow. Eva’s breasts were now saggy J-cup udders, her pink top no longer even covering her nipples. She continued to emerge from the water remade as her upper belly roll marked a protruding divider between her breasts folding down and forever burying her navel. Gigantic overstuffed love handles top ended by deep rolls joined her gut of which her lower roll now hung halfway down her thighs. Her womanhood now forever banished under her flab. Eva now had to be over 450 pounds; haven given into her gluttony her fate sealed. Clint was mesmerized by the beastly woman that strode towards him. Her thighs each rubbed together, packed with enough shapeless doughy fat their width equal to his own waist. The once angry red stretch marks had faded to the point where they were flesh colored, showcasing a lifetime of binging and excess. Eva shifted in the sand and Clint saw the mountain of an ass protruding from her backside, riddled with dimples and cellulite he longed to explore. She continued to waddle and shuffle towards him, her chunky wide body undulating with each step. She arrived at his side out of breath, and he dug his hands deep into her flanks, drawing her in for a deep kiss. “Missed me that, much did you?” She asked, flashing a bright smile. “Always” Clint said, handing her one of the milkshakes. _________________________________________________ Now back in their room Eva had removed the scraps of cloth that now barely covered anything. The walk back through the resort had drawn stares from almost every guest, many aghast that this obese tank of a woman had no shame. She crashed down onto the king-sized bed causing her flesh to wobble furiously in all directions as she thrust her blimp of an ass into the air at Clint. She spread her colossal thighs as wide as she could to provide access to her pussy. Clint ogled the thick padded FUPA and the way his wife’s belly hung between her legs resting on the bed below. Eva stopped sipping on her second milkshake to bark at him “Stop staring and fill me up! Shoot your cum in me and breed your fat cow of a wife.” Upon her command, Clint plunged into the moist fleshy entrance as Eva moaned in pleasure. Reality shifted back and forth before Clint. One second his hard deep thrusts sent layers of chub cascading, and the next the hard toned ass of the former runner smacking to his assault. Entranced and no longer in control Clint moved seamlessly through the realities. In a moment his fingers grasping the defined abs of his gm bunny, and then in a thunderous clap his digits were engulfed in the overflowing gut of his porcine bride. “YES, YYEESSS, YYYYEEESSSSS'' Eva cried as in constant rhythmic fashion Clint angled himself to strike her spot. It was then that the shit between realities halted. The lithe form of even in front of him Clint unleashed a torrent of sperm into his lover’s womb. With each spasm of his erect manhood Eva expanded, softening as she came. Unable to stop the flood of cum from his cock, each pulse piled on pounds to Eva’s body. The toned muscles now forever disappearing under a permanent layer of adipose as the new reality solidified. Again, sipping her milkshake Eva’s Gain accelerated. Her flesh red with exertion and covered in sweat as cellulite came into being and belly went from dropping off of her to sagging into the bed below. Clint’s body temporarily wider than Eva’s was now dwarfed by the 475-pound goddess. Finishing the milkshake Eva erupted with a room shaking belch, resulting in another shot of cum from Clint’s dick into her leaking puss. Both husband and wife now passed out none the wiser to what had just occurred.

Eva stared down at her plate, filled with kale, carrot shavings, and various other green leafy decorum. While things like this had once been a staple of her diet, now she couldn’t help but turn her nose up in disgust. There was no substance to the food and it left her feeling empty and unsatisfied. She picked up the glass of wine next to the plate and stood up from the table. She had tried to be a good girl, but this was her only honeymoon and she was going to enjoy herself. Clint was off doing a rowing session down the coastline with an instructor and she had decided to take the day to relax and get some sun near the pool. What she had not told her husband was that the pool was situated next to a well-stocked buffet filled to the brim with decadent treats and fried morsels. She waddled to the start of the buffet table and using the tongs leveled a large helping of French fries onto a plate. Next, she proceeded to ladle out copious amounts of liquid cheese, and crumbled bacon. Her stomach growled in anticipation. “This is just an appetizer…” she murmured to herself. Sitting back down at her poolside table, Eva’s plate was stacked to ridiculous proportions. On top of a foundation of cheese fries was a mountain of fried chicken wings, burgers, crab legs and Onion rings. Chugging down the rest of her glass of wine and unleashing a blech she began the task of devouring the stack of feed before her. She tore in with bare hands, not leaving a moment between bites and swallowing, only seeking to sate the hunger in her rapacious tummy. Passers by turned to see the blob of a woman inhaling food and turned away as to not be the fixture of her possessed focus. Food smeared her face and chest as item after item disappeared from the pile of cuisine. Finally emerging from her trance, she felt relief wash over her as her stomach happily burbled and let up its protestations of hunger. Leaning back into her chair she submitted to the feeling of bliss and “BBBBUUUURRRRRPPP” A roaring blast of gas spewed forth from her mouth. Not even a week ago this outburst would have sent her into a new fit of tears, but this time she felt something different. She felt aroused. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Eva lay on top of the bed, ferociously rubbing her FUPA and groping the fat across her body. Who needed to be skinny and run for miles? She felt wonderful, and her body responding by bathing her in waves of pleasure. She didn’t need to lift heavy weights or fit into a size zero dress, she just needed to eat and fuck. As she screamed in ecstasy her voice changed. Once possessing a generalized American accent, her inflection became more of that of the Deep American South. Her memories of her time in college on the cross-country team faded away, replaced by trips to the buffet and binge drinking with her fat friends. Rubbing harder, faster and deeper she remembered how she met her husband. Not the gym, but of hooking up at a bar after his friends daring him to sleep with the fattest girl there. She fantasized about him feeding her. Stuffing her to the brim as she grew even fatter and lazier. She climaxed as the idea of being a fat breeding cow entered her mind. She breathed exhaustedly, her blonde hair dark with sweat and her lard filled body hot red and replete with a layer of moisture. As she tried to compose herself a ring materialized from the nightstand where she had left her phone. Answering the phone, she heard the voice of her mother. “How is your honeymoon going dear?” her mom asked. “It’s going well mom, the Island is beautiful, and the resort has been lovely.” “That’s great hun, I just wanted to quick call and talk to you about something. I know being a newlywed is challenging in its own way. You have all of these commitments and you’re afraid of doing everything right. But you have to have a husband that supports you no matter what, regardless of anything that happens…” Eva’s mother continued on for some time instilling a sense of what it takes for a marriage to work and wishing her all the best. Eva got up from the bed and ambled over the bathroom to wash off. As she did so she stopped in front of the mirror and turned to look at herself. As she stared into the mirror observing the ample bulky body reflected in it, she was no longer displeased with what she saw. It was becoming harder and harder to remember a time when she was sender and svelte. The curves and contours the excess flesh had given her made her a momentous hyper-feminine form that any man should be proud of. She was a fatty. Maybe she always had been. And she loved it.

“Come on babe, you can do it! Keep going!” Clint called out Eva and Clint were in the resort’s amply equipped gym and workout area. Eva had finally given in to Clint’s insistence that she accompany him to the gym to get a workout in. She dreaded the idea and moaned and tried to find a way out of it. Her husband reminded her of her old standard of fitness and guilted her into it. She was now attempting a light jog on the treadmill as Clint cheered her on. The pace was a manageable slow jog for any normal person, but to her bloated body it was agonizing torture. Gone were the days of 10-mile fun runs, now she struggled to maintain the pace for a 14-minute mile. With each stride the rolls of her paunch violently bounced, causing the sweaty wet skin to slap against her thunderous thighs. Her boobs jiggled constantly and the oversized sports bra was not able to keep them for occasionally hitting her face. As sweat continued to pour off of her, she panted as this level of exertion was foreign to her obese curvature. “You’re over a quarter mile now, good start!” her husband continued to cheer. “I…. I don’t think I can do this Clint.” She struggled to get out between deep gasps for air. Clint watched as he began to notice Eva falter in her strides and hit the emergency stop button on the treadmill as he feared she would likely be driven off and fall down. “Oh my, that was though...” Eva puffed as she took a big swig of a sugary sports drink. “But that’s a pretty good workout right!” “Maybe the start of one…” Clint said as he realized this may just be the new normal for her. Clint forced her along, starting a series of calisthenics. The jumping jacks and toe touches only succeeded in forcing the adipose of Eva’s body to shake and jerk rather than getting any real exercise. “How about we try some lunges?” Clint suggested. Shifting her mass into position Eva wearily forced one giant thigh into a lunge, visibly straining from the effort to move her great weight. With an even greater effort she resumed her original standing position. “Great that’s one!” Clint said. Eva started into her second lunge on the other thigh. She was completely spent and had no more energy for any more of her Husband’s games. How had she ever been able to do this before? As her knee approached the ground, she felt a strain on the fabric of her shorts that covered her substantial behind. A popping sound could be heard from the seams as the fabric began to tear apart pushed to its limits by her corpulent body. This was enough to cause her focus to completely give out and Eva tumbled to the ground as her shorts ripped off, fully exposing her flabby thighs. Eva’s Panties looked painted on and far too small, exposing massive amounts of skin and disappearing under the fold of her lower belly. Clint helped her up with some effort and grabbed a nearby towel to help cover her up. “Maybe we need to start….” He paused and then finished “Slower” ________________________________________________ Clint was laying on the bed in their suite, stripped down to his underwear as he waited for Eva to finish in the shower. He came to the realization after today's attempted workout, that it was likely his wife wouldn’t be losing the weight and he was married to a fatty. He lay on the bed considering this. He knew deep down she was still the woman he loved, and while there had been definite changes in her, some were not exactly bad. It was kind of nice having her come on to him for a change. The lack of dignity and elegance was a big adjustment, but when he thought about how the creamy thick flesh had actually felt against him… His thoughts were interrupted by a series of moans and yelps in the bathroom. The voice was certainly that of his wife’s, but the inflection was strange, almost as if it had an accent. “Ohhh, ohh fuck yesssss” he heard muffled through the door. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh gooodddd” Clint stood up from the bed and made his way over to the bathroom door. Quietly cracking the door ajar, he peered into the bathroom where Eva stood in the standing marble shower. The layout was completely open with nothing to hide his view of the scene before him. Standing in the shower, water droplets streaking down her tubby stretch marked body as steam lifted off her, Eva was viciously rubbing away her hand tucked underneath her hanging sagging belly. The other hand was grasping the lower roll of her belly as she moaned. The sound of her stroking and kneading of her flesh emitted a series wet smacking and popping noises as her eyes rolled back into her head. Clint marveled at the massive udders that hung down each to each side of the budding stomach that jutted out and hung down. Her belly button was almost now hidden between the two hefty rolls of her gut, a far cry from the flat core she had prided herself on when they were dating. He had never imagined seeing the formerly tiny Eva with thighs that each rivaled his waist for size and had begun to form with cellulite reflecting a lifestyle of gluttony. His eyes fell down the folds of his beloved’s back and to the monstrous ass that protruded out and wobbled. As Eva flicked and jerked it the flesh of the titanic rear pulsed and oscillated. Clint felt a stiffness in his pants and a longing as he realized he had become fully erect. Eva's hand now turned towards the door, her hand now grasping a breast rubbing the fully hardened wide nipples. As she saw Clint in the doorway, she beckoned him forward. “Ahh, ahhhh, ahhh, come hereeee” was all she could manage to get out as she continued to pant. Clint slowly approached the shower as Eva halted her assault on her clit to grab him into the shower and pull down the boxers covering her husbands raised cock Before Clint could even react to this he had to brace himself against the wall of the shower as his dick entered Eva’s mouth and she began to suck him off. Eva had never been particularly good at giving head before, but now the way her tongue and lips traversed the shaft and tip of his manhood he let out a long slow moan. Continuing her attack on him she cupped his balls as she increased her speed. Lost in bliss Clint was unable to stop the jolt that sent a wave of cum into Eva’s mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed the load his balls continued to pump into her. Pulling away when he was done, she licked her lips. “Next time I want it deep in my pussy”.

The couple was in the back of a cab on their way to the resort. Eva’s wide thighs and bulging rear end filled up the back of the small Toyota. They took in the view of passing palm trees and beaches interspersed with small pockets of homes. Eva pulled out her phone and began to scroll through various posts from friends when something caught her eye. It was a post featuring a photo of her and some of her best friends from college. They were all together in a hotel room getting ready to head out for a night of partying and fun, but the picture had one detail that was very different from her memory of the night. She was still wearing the tight short cut shining red dress she remembered, but instead of it showcasing her hourglass figure, it had her breasts overflowing, love handles pushing out against the sides, and a tubby ** belly. Her mind raced, in college she had been a paradigm of fitness and was at most a size 3. Her image in the snapshot was of a girl who had to be 180 pounds. As the implications began to race through her mind of what was happening her mind came to a halt when Bruce placed his hand over her own that was resting in her lap. He gave it a slight squeeze and smiled at her. “Looks like the weather is going to be great this week, not a storm cloud on radar.” Her trance at seeing the old photo broken she responded “That’s great hopefully I’ll be able to get my tan back spending some time out in the sun.” Eva looked sheepishly at Clint. She saw how his defined arms stretched out the sleeves of the polo he was wearing, and the hint of stubble across his face. She took in the scent of his cologne and felt a warm flush within her. “God I just want him to pack my fat pussy with his dick and fill me up with cum” She thought as she imagined him taking her right then and there. Before she was able to say anything else the cab stopped and the drive announced that they were at the resort. Eva’s senses returned to her. It usually took a lot more to work her up, and this was just another one of the changes that had been affecting her lately. Clint got out of the can and worked his way around the side to help his wife out. He helped to hoist her out and then after the cabbie had opened the trunk informed the bellhop where to take their luggage. Eva had begun to waddle towards the entrance to the resort, the walkway surrounded by palm trees. Clint looked onwards taking in the sight of her now bubbly shelf of an ass ripple with each step as the sweatpants were strained. He for a brief moment was transfixed by the size and motion, but he also saw a few of the resort workers chuckling to themselves and couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the fatty that was his new wife. As Clint was finishing the check in at the front desk, Eva found a tray of complimentary cookies and sweets and had mindlessly begun too much away. Any sense of modesty or manners gone as she continued to eat away, crumbs gathering on top of her breasts. Clint was given directions to their suite and had to pull his wife away from the tray of now half-finished goodies, shaking his head. “Clint you seem a bit tense sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asked as they entered the elevator. “Nothing, just glad to be done traveling.” “Maybe I can relieve some of that tension you’re having.” She cooed, running her hand down his chest. This was also something new, Eva had always been a bit reserved and prudish, and her being this forward was something Clint had never experienced. “Uhh, yeah” he managed to get out. After they finished getting into their room, and Clint had a chance to set down his pack with a swift and sudden motion he found himself pinned against a nearby wall. He was pressed between it and the rolls of his wife’s thick double belly. Eva’s eyes greedily looked him over as she ran her tongue across the edge of her lips. “My pussy has been aching for your big cock babe.” She said as she kissed his neck. Clint had never actually felt what the body of a chubby girl felt like, let alone an obese fatty like his wife. He was honestly surprised by the sheer softness and warmth of the flesh as it pressed into his firm body and flowed around him. He again looked at the ponderous pair of tits she now sported. “What are you waiting for?” she asked. Fighting his initial resistance, he cupped the massive mammaries and pulled them out of Eva’s shirt. “They used to be so small, what do you think of them now?” Clint began to run his hand over the now oversized nipples that replaced the dainty one’s she had featured. As he did so they became harder and Eva let out a moan of pleasure, further pushing her gut into her husband. Without thinking, Clint locked his lips on to Eva’s, kissing her as he continued to feel and caress the oversized sagging melons. She in turn kissed him back and they began to passionately exchange back and forth. It was then when a sudden rumbling emerged from Eva’s belly. As she was lip locked with her husband a hefty belch burst forth from her mouth and Clint broke away in shock and disgust. Eva regressed out of her state of arousal and realized what she had just done as shame and embracement flooded over her. She pulled away and waddled quickly to the bathroom where through the confines of the closed door Clint could hear her muffled sobs. He slumped down, more confused than he had ever been at what exactly was happening to the love of his life.

Air travel had never been something that Eva had to question before, but now it was blindingly obvious the seat she had been crammed into was not intended for BMIs double over what they should be. She and Clint shared an aisle consisting of two seats towards the center of the aircraft. Eva’s doughy ass was jammed into the tiny seat, and the arm rests had to be raised to accommodate her wobbly love handles, which now spilled across onto Clint. The mound of fat that was now her belly sat atop her thunderous thighs and filled much of the free space between the seat in front of her. Eva was more than a bit uncomfortable and anxious, with beads of sweat tracking down. Clint could feel his wife’s blubber oozing over onto him. Her sweat made her stick to him even as every little motion caused the skin to ripple. A slender flight attendant walked up the center aisle and Clint oversaw the look of disgust on her face as she glanced over the newlyweds causing a warm slathering of embarrassment. Things only became more awkward as the flight departed on its over 10-hour journey across the ocean. Eva’s stomach had begun to groan soon after takeoff. “Babe, is something wrong, do you need to get up and use the bathroom or something?” Clint Asked. “Umm, no, I think I’m just a little nervous and it’s making me a bit hungry...” She said, not wanting to look at him knowing she had snuck two candy bars before even getting on the plane. Eva’s protesting stomach continued to increase in volume, drawing the attention of more than a few of their fellow passengers, some snickering to themselves and others trying to ignore her. As the first service cart came by Eva helped herself to two Dr. Peppers, a bag of chips, and a bag of skittles. Clint shook his head, what was happening to his wife, her willpower was eroding. Before Clint could even finish his water, she had devoured the chips and skittles and was working on her soda. As she began to guzzle the second can Clint remarked “Hun, don’t you think you’re overdoing it just a tad?” She set the now empty can down her face red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’ve been so bad today.” She looked up and into his eyes, genuinely apologetic. “It’s fine, it’s a hectic day…” he said as he thought about reminding her about her diet plan, but stopped knowing it wasn’t an ideal time or place to bring it up. The flight continued on, within an hour Eva’s greedy tummy was complaining yet again. The flight attendants were now gathering orders for the in-flight meals. Eva decided to go with the bacon macaroni and cheese with a brownie for dessert. Wanting to avoid further embarrassment from the noises being created from Eva’s belly, Clint quietly asked for the attendant to bring her extra. Eva was looking at the resort’s website on her phone when dinner was brought through the cabin and placed in front of her. The let down tray digging into the end of her protruding double belly. “So, it looks like the resort has quite the spa, and the beach looks beautiful there” Eva said as she scrolled through her phone through bites of the cheesy pasta. “Yeah, it should be a nice getaway, to relax, refresh, and get a new start on things.” “I think I can make a new woman of myself there, you’ll see babe” Eva told him. It wasn’t long after that the large tray of pasta was now gone and digesting. “God it’s nice to finally feel a little full.” Eva Thought to herself. She rested her head on Clint's shoulder, and placed her hand on top of his thigh. He returned the show of affection by placing his arm around her resting his hand on a plump arm. His attention was drawn downwards toward the large jiggling breasts resting atop a mountain of flab. Eva had never really had much of a chest so Clint hadn’t focused on it much, but there was something about these large sacks of adipose that swayed with each small motion of the plane that had captured his attention. The round curvature, the full voluptuousness of form. As he continued to stare Eva let out a quiet little gasp and then he could almost hear her smile. Without noticing he had grown a bit stiff in his pants. “It’s been a little while for both of us hasn’t it?” Eva whispered to him. She began to run her hand over the top of Clint's pants slowly and stealthily, beginning to stroke him. As Clint found himself becoming more enamored with the situation, he began to pull his wife’s arm towards himself to bring her in for a kiss. Unknowingly her arm pressed into her midsection and then suddenly: BBBBUUUERRRRRPPPP. The blech was heard throughout the cabin as Clint quickly pulled away, beat red with embarrassment. A few heads turned their way and a few chuckles and cruel jokes were overheard. Eva had never been more humiliated, and made her just want to curl up with a carton of ice cream on the couch. Clint couldn’t help but notice Eva’s distress, and while he was almost equally embarrassed to be seen with his wife in such a state, this was still the woman he loved. “I’m such a fat pig now.” She sobbed “I still love you babe.” Clint said, trying to cheer her up a bit in spite of everything. “We’re going to have a good honeymoon; I’ll make sure of it!”

Eva swayed her wide hips back and forth as she waddled towards the moving walkway at the airport. She breathed a sigh of relief as the belted walkway took over the effort of moving her three-hundred-pound body forward. “No wonder fat women hate exercise so much; everything takes four times the effort.” She thought to herself. She didn’t mention to Clint that the past two mornings she had skipped her morning calisthenics, the effort just seemed so momentous, especially at such an early hour of the morning. She promised herself that she would make up for it later. As the walkway moved her farther through the terminal, the rich scents and aromas of fatty fried foods and greasy sandwiches came from the fast-food restaurants littering the sides of the upcoming concourse. As the smells hit Eva’s nose her soft doughy midsection let out a greedy rumble as it gurgled a complaint. “God it just doesn’t stop, I’m always hungry now…”. As the conveyor came to an end, she stumbled a bit on the lip as Clint reached out to stabilize her. He smiled down at her and she smiled back and began again to walk. With each step her pillowy thighs loaded with fluffy chub rubbed together, chafing the poor sweatpants she was wearing. She had ordered a series of billowy clothes from online that wouldn’t hug and grip her plump figure so tightly. The result was that while before her style had been preppy and smart, with lots of form fitting athletic wear, she now looked like a sloppy college student spending all morning sleeping in. As they reached the center of the concourse Clint’s phone began to ring. He picked it up and stared at the display. “Oh crap, that’s right, Devin at the Bristol office needed me to walk him through some of the new project developments, it’ll just be a few minutes babe.” Clint said as he picked up the phone and sat down at an open table. As he began to converse on the phone Eva looked around, again her stomach let out a dull roar and demanded to be recognized. Nearby was a burger restaurant with no line. “Well, a small snack won’t hurt, maybe just a grilled chicken sandwich.” Eva made her way to the employee working the counter and gazed up at the menu. Looking over the selections her mind glazed over the calorie counts as her mouth began to water at the thought of warm crisp fried potatoes and a juicy sizzling beef patty smothered in cheese. Before the attendant could even take her order, she blurted out “I’ll have two double cheeseburgers with extra bacon, an extra-large fry, and a large coke.” After the words left her lips she was stunned. What had just happened? She was about to retract the order when the attendant called back to the kitchen. “Two stackers with pork, XL munchies, and a large coke”. In what seemed like an instant a tray was placed in front of her with the substantial meal. She looked back across the concourse to see Clint was still deeply involved in his conversation and was not paying attention. She quickly paid for the meal and walked to a nearby table. She set the tray down and forced her thick ass into the undersized seat. She unwrapped one of the burgers, eyeing it guiltily. “You’re never going to slim back down eating one of these.” She thought. Again, the smell of the cooked meat and cheese attacked her nostrils and her bulging belly moaned. In a split-second Eva shoved the Burger into her face, grease smearing on the chubby cheeks. In a flash the burger was gone as she began to inhale the fries, taking sips of coke in-between to try and satiate the urges of her rapacious tummy. When the food was gone a deep wave of guilt and shame washed over her. She had never given into temptations like this in her life. It made her feel confused and bewildered as she quickly wiped her face with a napkin and shoved the waste into the trash. As she began to walk back towards Clint, head hung in shame her own phone began to ring. Glancing at it she saw that it was her mother calling. “Hi mom, what’s up?” She asked, picking up the phone. “Hi dear, just calling to check in on you, making sure everything is going okay, you’re on your way to your honeymoon, today right?” “Yeah, we’re at the airport now, sorry I haven’t chatted lately, I’ve been feeling a bit…. offbeat the last week or so.” Eva bluffed. “Oh sweetie, just let me know if you need anything, I know how hard it can be being a newlywed, sometimes you just have to treat yourself, and not care about the consequences to stay sane.” They spoke for a few more seconds before Eva hung up. A bit of relief came to her and she completely forgot the guilt of eating just prior. As she walked by a newsstand and her eyes spotted a candy bar, she thought that It would be nice to have something sweet to balance out all the salt.

Eva cried nearly the entire car ride over to Doctor Michaels office. Even after borrowing a pair of oversized sweatpants and hoodie from Clint, nothing came close to covering all of the excess flesh she had accumulated, and her belly sagged over the waistband of the sweatpants, resting between each chunky thigh. Each turn and slight dip in the road would send ripples through her flab. As they entered the reception of the Doctor’s office Eva did her best to try and pull the hoodie down over her belly as she tried to quickly waddle out of sight of any onlookers. When they were finally able to meet Doctor Michaels, he cocked an eyebrow but kept a professional manner. He ran the normal array of tests, blood pressure, height and weight, pulse and heartbeat, and drew a few vials of blood for testing. When he was done with his checkup, he invited the couple into his office. He stood behind a standing desk and made a few clicks of his mouse to bring up Eva’s medical history. “Mrs. Jager, I know you're very concerned about a bit of weight gain, but after reviewing your medical history and doing the checkup I have to tell you I’m not that concerned. Your blood pressure and labs look good, and while you do need to diet and exercise more, a gain of fifty pounds since your last checkup two years ago isn’t unheard of.” The Doctor was cut off by Eva. “What do you mean fifty pounds?” She exclaimed. “I’m nearly as large as my mother, I’m a fitness trainer, I was in peak condition two days ago!” “Mrs. Jager, you’ve just had some big life events, getting married is not a small thing, you’ve likely been under a lot of stress preparing for your big day. If you have a honeymoon planned, I recommend getting a lot of rest and relaxation. Bring your stress levels down and begin a regimen of diet and exercise and I think that will do a world of good.” Dr. Michaels said as he typed on his laptop and then closed it. “Now I hate to run but I’ve got my ten thirty appointment now, see heather in reception if you need any follow ups.” And just like that the couple was left confused and upset at how their world continued to be turned upside down. “Come on Eva, another half mile, lets go!” Clint shouted as he waved his arm forward. “Please…. Please…. slow, slow down Clint. I just can’t.” Eva panted as sweat poured down her face, taking several quick shallow breaths wheezing. Eva shuffled to a nearby bench and sat down. She looked absolutely ridiculous in a pair of leggings and tank top that displayed eve roll and fold, completely drenched in sweat. She had been trying hard to find clothes that would hide as much of her body as possible, but it was a wasted effort. Over the past week on Clint’s insistence, they had been going to the gym or trying to run in the park. She had found she was still able to lift a decent amount of weight, and had retained much of her flexibility, but her once boundless stamina and endurance were completely gone. She was not able to make it much longer than two minutes on the treadmill doing a light jog. She had been eating nothing but salads, egg whites, raw vegetables, with sides of green tea and water, but after each meal her new mountainous stomach would roar in displeasure, demanding a more substantial meal. It was hard to not let loose, but she had a reserve of willpower to persevere. Clint sat down beside her, a sad look flashing briefly on his face before he perked back up. “Don’t worry, we will get you back in top shape, it’ll just take time.” She looked back at him. He was right, she couldn’t quit yet, she knew what she was capable of. “I was thinking of what the Doctor said, maybe some rest and relaxation is what we do need, and it would be a shame to waste our deposit for Fiji….” She trailed off upon saying it. “I Think it’ll let me get my nerves right and come at this even harder!” “Maybe your right babe” Clint said, stroking his chin. “We should still be trying to make the most of our honeymoon regardless of the surrounding circumstances.” Although he would never admit it to Eva, her transformation had him tangled and in disarray. He still loved her, but he had never imagined being the husband of a fat wife. Holding her now was off-putting and made him uncomfortable, but he set that aside to comfort her as best he could. They hadn’t had sex since the night of their wedding, and while her face still had a kind of beauty, what would his friends and family say when they saw this blimped up version of Eva? Clint cast aside these thoughts and tried to be a good husband. “We should start packing, we only have two days before that flight heads out.”

Clint and Eva lay together in bed, Eva laying her head on Clint’s defined chest and she ran her finger up and down the contour of his shoulder. The two had just spent the last thirty minutes entangled, finishing with a satisfactory climax from both parties. The apartment was tastefully decorated in a Scandinavian style with clean minimalist furniture. The apartment was well kept and clean with the walls being decorated with the couple’s various athletic achievements. Eva worked as a trainer at a local gym and the closet was filled with various kettlebells, yoga matts, and resistance bands. “I’m going to grab a glass of water, want one?” asked Clint. “Sure” Eva yawned, stretching her arms into the air. Clint made his way out into the hall from the bedroom towards the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses from the mostly empty cupboards. The couple tried to avoid any foods that were not fresh or preserved. He then opened the refrigerator and began pouring water out of a filter within. The fridge was stocked full of vegetables, fruits, berries, nuts, and a smattering of protein shakes. After finishing with the kitchen. Clint returned to the bedroom. As he went to hand Eva her glass, he noticed that she had already fallen asleep. He set the glass down on the nightstand and began to drink from his own glass. He took in the sight of his wife laying naked. She was gorgeous to him, a small, firm tight ass, and not an ounce of fat on her slender runner’s frame. Her hips were framed on either side by her lithe waist and toned thighs. His mind flashed back to the conversation with Eva’s mother, but he dismissed it. There was no way his athletic active wife could balloon like that whale of a woman. _________________________________________________________________________________ The rays of sunlight touched down through the glass of the bedroom window and on to Clint’s face. He stretched his arms over his head and let out a light yawn. He turned to his new wife, hoping to continue some of the fun from last night, pulling the covers from her. Clint was stopped cold, unable to move or speak from what he saw in front of him. There is no way the woman in front of him was his wife. For the past five years as he had taken her from behind, he had enjoyed the tight firm ass of a runner, smacking it yielded no jiggle or wobble. This woman’s ass was packed with fat and caked in a layer of cellulite giving it a slight dimpled appearance. The pussy that should have been easily visible was buried under overstuffed thighs that were bookended by a pair of fleshy hips. The woman’s back sat below the puffed-out butt and sported two rolls under her sloppy plump arms. That wasn’t even the worst part. The Woman’s entire body was covered in stretch marks, showing how much of a pig this girl had been. Just then a rumbling came from the woman’s stomach and she emitted a long stifled belch. breaking Clint from his suspended state. He was absolutely disgusted; how could anyone allow their body to come to such a state he asked. He got up from the bed and began to don a robe he had hanging. Eva’s voice grumbled from the body of the obese fatty “Clint sweetie, get back in bed.” With that said the figure in the bed rolled over revealing a massive belly divide into two halves covering up her entire pubic region with stretch marks emanating from what Clint assumed was her belly button, although he couldn’t see it between the rolls. But as she rolled Clint saw the face of the woman, wreathed in golden blonde hair. The dainty nose, pouty lips, and ocean blue eyes were that of Eva. However now instead of defined cheeks, and heart shaped chin, her face was chubby, with a slight second chin burying the model like features. As Eva looked up at Clint, she saw the distress in his eyes. “What’s wrong Clint?” She asked. “You’re…. You’re huge….” He could only stammer. Eva looked down at her now corpulent form, hesitated, and grabbed the double D cup breasts sagging atop her gut. Her once tiny flat nipples were more than double in size and puffy. She dropped them as they then smacked against her paunch sending a wave through her adipose rippling across her body as tears began to stream down her face. Her once tan glowing skin was now pale as she began to cry. “What’s happened to me Clint?” She sobbed, sending more of her body into a jiggle. Clint sat back down on the bed and placed his arm around her, finding it now was unable to completely surround her. “My god, she has to be at least three hundred pounds now.” Clint thought to himself. “Don’t worry babe, we will go to the doc and get this all sorted, worst case scenario I can be your personal trainer and you’ll be back to your old self in no time.” As he spoke, Clint could feel the warmth emitting from the soft flesh his arm and hand sank into. While the sensation was pleasant, he was left confused and withdrew his arm and got up. “I’ll get the doctor on the phone and get an appointment right away.”

It was finally the day, after five years of dating Clint was marrying his girlfriend Evaline. They had met in college crossing paths in the gym. Clint had been on the Lacrosse team and Eva had run cross country. Both of them had been walking into the squat rack, Clint’s head turned talking to a buddy and Eva looking for just the right song on her phone to get her pumped. They had walked right into each other and the rest was history. Clint now stood proud on the altar, dressing in his tuxedo, broad shoulders and v tapered body accentuated, beaming with pride as he looked over all the friends and family that had come to celebrate their special day with the new husband and wife to be. After a brief moment of silence, music began to que and Clint saw his future wife emerge from the double doors at the far end of the chapel. Her silky blonde hair reflected the light as her perfect skin glowed in the light penetrating the windows. She made her way to the altar slowly, flashing a reserved and sheepish smile as her slim athletic legs took dainty steps forward. Eva’s modest bust was enhanced by the elegant white wedding dress and superior push up bra she had selected. Most would consider her dainty, a bit bashful, and very modest. Clint and Eva’s eyes crossed and the two lovers emitting an air of passion. The ceremony was simple but elegant with Clint and Eva exchanging their vows and sharing their first kiss as husband and wife. Their friends and family clapped and cheered as they proceeded back towards the exit. Clint passed his father on the right who clapped him hard on the shoulder smiling with pride. The couple continued their exit as they then passed Eva’s mother. Clint had a quick double take as at first glance the woman seemed to be muttering something and upon seeming him almost appeared to hold him in contempt. Upon reinspection she had a warm smile and he chalked it off to the emotions of the day playing a tick upon his eyes. Clint and Eva exited the chapel and got into the back of the car waiting for them at the cusp of the road. As they sat down Eva lay her head on Clint’s shoulder and let out a contented sigh. “I Hope you dance better than the last time we were at a wedding Clint, everyone will be watching this time” Eva giggled. Clint placed his arm around Eva and rested his hand on her hip as he gave her a small peck on the lips. “I’m more worried about the cake and booze ruining my macros for the week” He chuckled back. ___________________________________________________________________________________ The newlyweds made their way around to their guests at the various tables of the reception hall, taking photos and participating in the occasional toast and kiss as demanded. Clint and Eva made their way to the table with her father. “Oh honey, you look so beautiful in that dress, I can’t believe how the time has gone by.” The middle-aged man began. As Eva’s father began to reminisce, she whispered into Clint’s ear “Babe could you go and grab my contact case from Samantha, my eyes are getting dry.” “Sure thing.” Clint replied. As Clint made his way across the reception, he did a scan of the room to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves. His eyes again landed on Eva’s mother Sabrina. He remembered Eva telling him that her parents had divorced not long after she had been born and her mother had not taken it well. Sabrina had a look of distracted focus as again her lips moved mumbling something. As he passed, he caught the trailing end of whatever she was saying “…. marriage is transformative, placing a great weight on some…….” Before he passed by and couldn’t hear anymore. Clint retrieved the contact lens case and returned to his bride as she was finishing with her father. The evening carried on and Clint and Eva were seated at the head table as the meals were brought out. A plate with a sizzling steak and side of asparagus was placed in front of Clint, in front of Eva was placed a large fried chicken breast with an overly generous portion of lobster mac and cheese. “They must have messed up my meal, I ordered the fish” Eva exclaimed. “I’ll say something,” Clint said as he stood up. “No, I don’t want to make a scene, besides what better day to have a cheat day on?” she smiled. The duo began to eat, enjoying the overpriced work of the reception’s chefs. Clint was cutting another piece of steak off when he began to hear smacking and chewing beside him. Eva was shoveling bites of chicken and pasta into her mouth at a rapid pace, chewing and swallowing. He wasn’t the only one to notice, with a few guests glancing over from their own meals to see the slender woman inhale the fatty foods. “She must have skipped breakfast this morning” Clint thought to himself before his thought was interrupted. “BBBBUUUURRRRRPPPP” Eva’s face was glowing red, her hand covered her mouth in embracement. Everyone in the reception hall paused for a second before pretending not to have heard the gluttonous blech of the bride. Eva wiped her face with a napkin before resuming eating at a normal pace. “God I’m so embarrassed, I don’t know what came over me” “What was that you were saying earlier about making a scene?” Clint chuckled. “You Suck.” Eva smiled as she lovingly pushed him. After the plates were cleared away the lights changed and music filled the venue. Clint and Eva shared their first dance before the music changed to an upbeat pop hit and the guests joined in on the fun. All the standard wedding fare was played to get everyone engaged along with some of Clint and Eva’s favorites. As the music began to slow down Eva spoke into Clint’s ear “I think that dinner was a bit much for me, I’ve got to use the ladies’ room, be back as soon as possible.” She left him with a kiss and made her way off. As a slow dance song came up Clint found himself face to face with Sabrina, Eva’s mother. “May I have this dance?” she asked him. “It’d be my pleasure.” He said as internally he grimaced. Sabrina was nothing like her daughter. While they were of similar height, Sabrina must have weighed at least three times as much as the slender beauty. Her skin was pale, and she sported a massive gut that stuck out and sagged down and was capped off with a thick padded shelf butt that Clint could only guess helped the woman’s paunch from keeping her falling face first into the ground. As Clint placed his hand onto what he assumed to be Eva’s mother’s waist he felt rolls of flesh as his fingers sank into the soft excess flesh. He took a deep breath and began to dance with the rotund woman. “Clint, I know you and Eva have been together a long time now, but marriage is a real test of a man’s character.” As they stepped and turned in the next part of the dance, Sabrina’s belly pressed into Clint. The soft doughy midsection jiggling. “When I married Eva’s father, I must have been not much bigger than her, and things went well at first.” “Yeah, I’m sure.” Clint thought sarcastically to himself. “But not everything is how you expect it to be. When I got pregnant with Eva, I gained a quiet a bit of weight, and even after she was born wasn’t able to lose it. I found out that he was more concerned with his image than me. I hope that you never put my daughter through something like that, because your relationship is going to carry a lot of weight.” Sabrina ended placing a specific emphasize on the last word, looking him straight in the eyes as that word reverberated and seemed to echo. “I don’t think anything like that is going to happen, you've got nothing to worry about.” Clint spoke. Not more than a few seconds later Clint felt a hand on his arm, and she saw Eva pulling him away. The evening carried on into the night with all of the couple’s friends and family slowly petering out. After everyone was gone the newlyweds were finally able to return home to their apartment, eager to consummate their marriage and prepare for their upcoming honeymoon.

Hey everyone, Thanks for reading, this is my first attempt at writing any sort of fiction and I hope you enjoyed it! I've got a few ideas kicking around in my head for other stories, would you all like me to write another? I'd love any feedback positive or constructive you could offer me, what would you like to see more of? Less of? Again, thanks for reading!

Chapter 15 Kira groaned as she woke from sleep in her Alaskan king-sized bed. It was 10:30 am and she had slept in late. Both Garrett and Audrey were at their Grandparents house for the week visiting. Sitting up was now a massive challenge to the super-sized woman, her immense belly which filled her lap and now rested between her thighs spreading them apart and made it nearly impossible. It had finally begun to develop into a double belly, as her deep navel disappeared into the fold separating between the lower and upper roll. Each mammoth thigh was covered in rolls, dimples, and packed with cellulite, and her hips were so wide normal doors were unusable. Instead she had to force herself to roll to the side of the bed with after summoning a burst of strength. With a labored huff she swung her legs over the side of the bed; her belly and breasts slapping and bouncing. Her breasts were now each larger than a watermelon and she had given up on wearing bras, allowing them to sag down onto her belly, each nipple roughly the diameter of an orange. Kira’s colossal ass sank deep into the mattress sticking out more than 6 inches from the deep folds of fat on her back. Each cheek of her ass was loaded with cellulite and overflowed nearly any seat she rested on. She grunted and ripped a squeaky warm fart, the remains of her late-night Chinese food binge. “I’m such a hog now” She giggled in her morning stupor her wide heavy chins wiggling.Bruce had been forced to leave again on another trip overseas for Bishop. He had been gone for roughly a month and a half and it was likely he would be gone for another month or two. Before he left, he had developed an app for Claire and The Venus to be able to order delivery, this way Kira would be able to keep eating around the clock even if she was home. This also had the added benefit of receiving further discounts from the society.She stood up and her apron belly dropped down to below her knees covering her blubbery copious fupa. Kira elected to not get dressed, having nowhere to be today. She made her way out of the bedroom, each step shaking the house slightly as each cheek of Kira’s ass bobbed up and down an ocean of fat moving back and forth as her paunch slapped against her thighs. She had to maneuver herself strategically through the bedroom doorway as her wide fleshy hips scraped the doorframe, noting to herself to have Bruce try and widen it when he got back. Her voluminous arms were now overfilled bingo wings that had grown to match her mammoth size, elbows beginning to disappear into the dimpled fat. Before she had fallen asleep last night, she had placed an order on her phone through the new Venus delivery app for breakfast. It was so convenient having her breakfast delivered, and the food was just as good as if she’d gone in person. It was a good thing Bruce had set that up before he left, it had been making her gain for the contest easier. She opened the front door not caring if the neighbors saw her obese naked body, a few of the men probably enjoyed it anyway, ogling a real woman’s curves. The cool air sending a chill through her, hardening her nipples and sending goosebumps up her arms. The order was waiting on her doorstep in a large heat-sealing box presented in ornate fashion with golden flourishes of The Venus. Kira’s stomach let out a howl and grumbled loudly. “Claire better not be skimping on the portions trying to win our contest.” she said rubbing her gut as it wobbled back and forth.She waddled to the living room and set the box on the coffee table before resting her bulk on the couch. Kira tore open the box and started into the bagel breakfast sandwiches. Bacon, sausages, waffles, donuts, omelets, stuffed French toast, and hash browns all made up the contents of the box. Each bite easing Kira’s monstrous hunger. Her belly, breasts, and chins became spotted with maple syrup, cream cheese, and peanut butter as she ate each new treat. She feels deep in to pleasure, savoring eat bite. She thought about just how much she had gained in the past month, she had to be over 750 by now. She wanted Bruce to explore each new roll and feel every inch of her feminine curvy body. She was determined to out-gain Claire, pushing past the tightness in her stomach. Before she even realized it, she was now finished with the breakfast box’s ingredients. She let out a satisfied burp and fondled her quivering belly. She thought about just how big she was, how she dominated every room and had curves beyond her wildest imagination. She had completely transformed her body, from that of a normal housewife to an ultra-super-sized BBW. It drove her wild and turned her on.She got up and moved to the kitchen where there were still several containers of fried rice, noodles, egg rolls, and fried chicken from her late-night Chinese binge. She had ordered extra and passed out in a good coma before she could finish it all. She continued her assault, filling her mouth and swelling her bloated stomach to the max. She was such a naughty sexy fat pig she thought. Her excess and decadence were unrivaled and each bite of food was a sensual pleasurable wave of joy.Her pussy was now sopping wet, she wanted her pussy filled with her husband's cock, she was sure he would appreciate the added padding she had already added from the contest. She had fulfilled one base desire, and now she needed to relieve another. She waddled back to the couch and spread out. She reached down to pleasure herself, but as she began the motion, she realized something was wrong.She was trying to reach under the deep fold of her hanging belly to reach her lusting blubbery slit, but it didn’t work. Her belly was too big and refused to be moved out of the way. Using one hand she lifted her vast gut and tried again to reach. Her chubby fingers straining to reach the edge of her plump fat lips. She heaved, grunted and groaned, but it was no use. She was too fat to reach, and it turned her on the more, sending her into a heat. "Such a fucking fat pig." She moaned.She reached into a nearby drawer on an end table and retrieved a dildo. “It has to reach, it has to,” She said over and over.She again lifted up her tremendous tummy to try and reach with the dildo. As soon as she would get close to inserting it into her soaked vag her fat fleshy mass would shift causing her grip to fail as she dropped the toy. Kira was now burning with sexual frustration. Bruce would never be allowed to work out of town this long again. She tried one more time, putting all of her might into reaching her aching clit, but came up empty. She was ready to cry. Kira bucked her hips, dry humping the couch to get some sense of stimulation. The rippling waves of her fat body did provide a small pleasure throughout her groin but it wasn't enough. Just as she was about to sink into tears, she heard the opening of a door and the shuffling of keys. Footsteps came from the entryway towards the living room where Kira was sprawled out on the couch.Bruce Deckard entered the living room to see is colossal super-sized wife attempting to masturbate surrounded by crumbs and wrappers of her breakfast. Her face and belly covered in condiments and she was fatter than she'd ever been. He let out a smirk. He saw the near tears in her eyes. Without anything needing to be said, Bruce undid his belt and pulled the zipper of his blue slacks down. His member stiff and erect he strutted over to the couch where Kira was sprawled. Kira did her best to spread her trunk-like legs and lift the onerous flab from Bruce’s way.“Bruce don’t just stand there, fuck me,” she pleaded.Bruce lifted the box of cinnamon rolls he had been holding in one hand. “It looks like you’re a bit ahead of Claire, let’s make sure we keep you ahead.”He was stiff and erect and stuck his penis into Kira’s belly button, the deep hole of fat causing his nine inches to disappear entirely. “Damn fatty, I couldn’t do this before.”“Please babe, don’t tease me…” She begged as she tried again to reach her pussy.Kira was still trying to reach her pussy when Bruce finally obliged her. Kira gasped as she felt the tip of his long broad hardened dick penetrate her, gliding with ease due to all of the lubrication she had provided him. As he began to thrust, he pushed one of the cinnamon rolls into her mouth. Her ponderous gut surged back and forth as her breasts bounced uncontrollably. He grasped one fleshy thigh to lock himself in, fighting the resistance of his lover’s obese body pushing against him.“I love you Bruce.” She said through mouthfuls of sweet, moaning in ecstasy.“I love you too Kira.” Bruce answered.The End

Chapter 14 It was Friday evening and Bruce and Kira were at The Venus to meet up with Claire and have dinner. Kira was wearing her “little black dress”. It hugged every curve and roll and left little to the imagination. It came down to slightly above her knees, barely covering her quivering tummy, which would occasionally peek out the bottom. Her breasts were on full display in the low-cut top, supported only by two thin straps leaving the garment sleeveless. To complete the ensemble, she had a pair of simple black flats, as her weight would quickly destroy any heeled shoe. Bruce for his part was sporting a light grey suit with brown leather belt and shoes, paired with a white dress shirt with an unbuttoned collar.Kira had her arm around Bruce’s as they made their way to the hostess’ stand, other patrons whispering amongst themselves how good the couple looked. The buffet was packed with customers, filling the entrance sitting at benches. Their sizes went from thin svelte bodies to the grossly overweight. Claire was not at her usual post, instead there was a college aged black woman handling hostess duties for the evening. Her weight could be estimated between 200 to 215 pounds. The woman’s uniform appeared to be a size or two too small, the slight hint of pot belly peeking out and the side stitching of the skirt being visibly stretched by thickening hips. No doubt working here had caused the change in fit. “Good evening, I’ll be your hostess Amanda. Did you have a reservation?” The hostess greeted, looking down briefly at the reservation listing.“Yes, we’re the Deckards. We are meeting Claire for dinner tonight.” Kira offered.“Ah yes, I have you right here. Follow me, you will be dining in another area tonight.”Kira and Bruce surveyed the entrance, covered in its decadent gold trimmings and statues of obese Roman women. Some of the thinner customers seemed unsure of what to think of the restaurant, but were reassured by nearby heavyset ones that the wait and food were worth everything. Amanda set out with the couple in tow. However, they moved past their usual seating area and headed towards a hallway next to the kitchen entrance. They passed a set of doors that appeared to lead outside, bookended by paintings of dream like landscapes. At the end of the hallway was a set of thick dark wooden double doors with engravings of angels feeding grapes to what appeared to be immobile women. Amanda swiped a badge and pushed a button next to the doors on a panel, revealing them to be part of an elevator as they opened with an accompanying ding.“You’ll find Claire on the level below this is as far as I go tonight, please enjoy your stay here at the Venus!” Amanda said as she pivoted and began her way back to the entrance.“I didn’t know this place had another level,” Kira said.“Me either, Claire always seems to have something up her sleeve.” Bruce replied. The couple entered the elevator and pushed the button for the floor below. The elevator was extremely wide, and even though it was furnished in the style of a grand hotel, had the dimensions more akin to a cargo or freight elevator. When the doors opened again, the couple looked out to see what surprises had been tucked away. The room that was revealed was lit by a series of lanterns on the walls with fire within, as well as several smaller lights scattered throughout the ceiling. The walls and floors were made of polished marble, covered with purple and gold curtains. Statues and busts accompanied paintings of various fat and curvy women throughout the room. At the center of the room were several large tables made out of dark hardwoods. The accompanying chairs were the width of a small couch and upholstered with purple leather and gold thread. Each chair was visibly reinforced.At the back of the room was a full-service bar, surrounding it a full staff of waiters and waitresses standing around chatting. Sitting at the table nearest to the elevator was Claire. She too was wearing a dress. It was purple and had short sleeves made of lace, and a deep slit up on side displaying copious amounts of thigh. Sitting beside her was a tall athletic man who appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. He wore a light blue double-breasted plaid suite and had combed back salt and pepper hair. Both stood and came over to receive Bruce and Kira.“Kira, Bruce, this is my partner Liam. Liam, meet Kira and Bruce Deckard,” Claire introduced them.“Ah yes, I’ve heard about you two from Claire, good to finally meet you,” He said in a low baritone with just a slight hint of a Texan accent as he reached out his hand to shake.“Claire, what is this place?” Kira asked as she placed a hand on her chest.“This is the Pantheon at The Venus. A place for the most dedicated feedees and feeders who have truly embraced the lifestyle.” Claire answered, raising her arms up for effect. “Let's discuss more over a drink or two.”The group made their way to the bar in the back, Claire and Kira electing to split a bottle of Sauvignon blanc. “Bruce do you like Scotch?” asked Liam.“I do, any recommendations?”“Corey, two glasses of the Ardbeg 76’,” Liam gestured to the bartender.The bartender grabbed a bottle from one of the top shelves and poured two glencairn glasses with a pale golden liquid with a slightly orange tint, placing them in front of the suited men. “Enjoy Sirs.”“So, Liam, you’re Claire’s partner?”“In both business and pleasure. We met several years ago when I was looking for cooks for a new venture of mine. It wasn’t long until she had completely seduced me and I took on the role of her feeder.”“It would be hard to resist a woman like that, so what sort of work are you in Mr...?”“It’s just Liam Bruce, I insist. I work in finance and business; I’ve dabbled in media as well. Right now, one of my ongoing campaigns has been to shift public perceptions and alter the accepted standards of beauty. Claire has been very helpful in helping me get the ball rolling.”“So, you helped to stand up The Venus?”“Indeed, I did.” Liam seemed eager to change the conversation from his background. “So, Bruce, Claire tells me you have become quiet the feeder yourself, looking at your wife I’d have to agree with her assessment.” Both men paused a moment to take a sip of the aged, slightly phenolic Scotch. “I’d like to invite you to join the Society Bruce, “Per Mulierum Lucra”. A group of the world's most dedicated and successful feeders. I believe you have what it takes to join us.”Claire and Kira were sitting down sipping wine and working on an appetizer tray of fine cheeses, meats, breads, and dips. “I’m so happy you want me to manage the Voluptas.” Kira exclaimed.“You’re more than qualified, you’re one of the finest bakers I’ve ever met. But that’s not the only reason I invited you tonight. Liam and I want you and Bruce to join our little group, your growth has been astonishing and we would be lucky to have the both of you as members.” Claire paused, not seeming to know how to deliver the next part of her message. “But sweetie, I have to warn you about a quarter of the women who have joined have wound up immobile, and even a higher portion use mobility scooters or some other way of helping them move around. You’re gonna get a lot bigger, but we have faith Bruce will be able to care for you regardless of outcome.”“What comes with joining?” Kira asked wondering.“For starters, access to this part of The Venus, it’s hard to believe but the food served here is even better. We provide access to transportation, furniture, mobility tools, clothing, and whatever else a woman of size needs. The membership costs nothing, the services are pay for use, but are at a greatly reduced cost.”“That all sounds fabulous.” Kira couldn’t help but feel the excitement in her chest, being able to further her and her husband’s desires and fantasies.“So, you’ll be joining then?” Claire smiled with that look she got when she was very pleased.“Yes, yes we will, I’ll ask Bruce though just to be sure.”“Not to worry dear, I’ve already convinced him.” Liam said, coming over with Bruce. “We’ll induct you both next week in front of the rest of our members and you’ll both be the newest members of Per Mulierum Lucra.”Bruce looked from Kira, and then over to Claire. While Claire still had a slightly larger gut and bigger breasts, Kira appeared a bit wider in the hips and with more of an ass. Bruce couldn’t help but vocalize his observation. “Kira, I think you may have overtaken Claire’s weight.” He said with pride.Kira grabbed the bottom of her voluminous apron and shook it smiling. “You’ve been feeding me so well these past few weeks, you think I may have?”Claire shuffled to her feet and returned a grin of her own. “Let’s find out.”Off to the side of the room, between two fountains lay a large steel plate within the polished marble floor. On the wall above it was a blank black screen. “This is our enhanced scale and measuring device. It can accurately weigh up to three-thousand pounds, and scans the body with sonar, radar, and lasers to give precision body measurements for every inch of the body as well as a giving a body fat percentage. I’ll demonstrate.”Claire stepped on to the metal plate as blue light rained down from the ceiling. After a moment the black screen flashed to life. An electronic female voice announced: “Height: Five feet seven point two inches. Weight exclusive of clothing: six hundred and eighty-one point three pounds. BMI: One hundred six point seven. Waist: eighty-five inches, Bust size: FF. The screen displayed even more in-depth information. Claire stepped off of the platform. “Beat that hun.”Kira took her turn on the scale. The same blue light came from the ceiling followed by the screen flashing and her results. “Height: Five feet three inches. Weight exclusive of clothing: six hundred and seventy-six point one pounds. BMI: One nineteen point seven. Waist: Seventy-five inches. Bust size: GG. “Drat she has me by a hair.” she pouted.Claire got that familiar look, and grabbed at her chin before saying slowly. “How about a little competition dear? You have brought on just the motivation I need.” Claire asked.Kira replied “What did you have in mind?”“A gaining competition, six months, whoever weighs the most at the end wins. I’ll even give you a few days head start to balance out the five pounds I have on you.” Claire boomed.“Sounds fun, what do I get if I win?” Kira asked.“Hmmm, if you win all your meals are free at The Venus for the next year.”“And if you win?”“Let’s see, how about if I win, Bruce has to have a week of feeding sessions with me, and you have to bake me the most decadent cake you have ever made.”Kira placed her arms around Bruce and retorted, “You’re on.”In the background Liam clapped and wore a broad smile, not dissimilar to Claire’s.

Chapter 13 Kira and Bruce had just gotten back Burger King feeding session. Kira had eaten six triple whoppers with cheese and bacon, six large fries, 40 chicken nuggets, and drank 4 liters of Coca-Cola. Just when Kira thought she was done; Bruce had revealed a funnel and had ordered three large chocolate milkshakes for Kira. Kira took the tube attached to the funnel and inserted it into her mouth as Bruce began to pour the thick frosted shake into the funnel. The fat greedy Filipina had been a bit too eager and halfway through chugging the third shake down the funnel she had to burp to relieve some of the pressure in her stomach and had spilled chocolate shake all over her black blouse and blue jeans.They were now both in the bedroom of their home, Kira getting undressed to clean up. Her jeans looked as if they were painted on, being stretched and strained to their limits. Her bloated distended midsection was pushing hard against the button and zipper of the jeans, visibly taxing it. Kira removed her black blouse and flung it on the floor as she began to undo the hooks of her bra, freeing her enormous breasts. They flopped down and slapped against her belly upon being freed. She now reached down to undo the button of her overstuffed jeans, struggling against the mass of flesh and the tight constricting cotton fabric.Kira bent over slightly and tried to suck in her drooping belly, sticking her ass slightly into the air in order to get a better angle on the button. As pudgy fingers pushed into the supple flesh, a loud crack like thunder echoed throughout the room. The jeans that she had been wearing had exploded, the force of Kira’s mass too much for them to bear. Kira now stood nude, the shredded remains of her jeans in a pile on the floor. She picked up another triple whopper from a takeaway bag and placed on hand on a rounded hip. She then looked over her shoulder towards Bruce in with a suggestive smile and flash of her eyes. Her ass was momentous and each cheek nearly the width of Bruce’s waist and covered in dense cellulite. All he could do was stand mouth agape in awe of his angelic ample wife.“This last feeding session must have done it, there goes the last of my skinny girl jeans! You better buy the next ones a few sized bigger, so I have room to grow.” Kira smiled guiltily as she bit into the greasy cheeseburger.Bruce came up from behind clasping one of the hefty cheeks in one hand and delivering a firm smack to the other with a broad firm palm. It left a cracking sound as the fat ass jiggled and shook in response, leaving a red mark. Kira gasped; mouth still full of the fatty hamburger. Grease dripped from her mouth and onto the top her belly and chest. Bruce did the best he could to reach his arms around her wide expanse hands sinking into the soft fat, finding he was unable to do so. He gently nibbled on Kira’s earlobe and whispered. “Such a greedy piggy, outgrowing everything. And so messy. I better get you cleaned up.”The couple moved to the bathroom, Bruce removing his own clothes as Kira turned the shower on, setting it nice and hot. As the mirror began to fog over, Bruce took in the sight of Kira’s body. Below her overfed expansive rear were massive broad thighs each as wide as Kira had used to be. Her ass was a colossal shelf, above which was defined and thick roll of back fat, and above that further rolls of oozing lard. Measured at her hips she had to be nearly four feet wide. Her shoulders and arms were broad and creamy soft. To compete with the omega-sized rear-end was Kira’s hanging apron belly, and gargantuan boobs. Her belly now hung to just above her knees and stuck out by more than two feet. It had a small array of new small stretch marks, but was also covered in the vast array of old faded ones that documented her growth. Each breast now would rival a cow’s udder in size and sagged lazily on top of the monumental gut.They both moved into the steaming standing shower, Kira running her hands across Bruce’s hard chest, as he ran his own hands through her long dark hair. The shower had two separate shower heads so that they could both bathe, as Kira’s wide body would block any source of water from reaching Bruce. Warm water poured over their bodies, Kira embraced Bruce, encasing her husband in layers of soft tissue. In turn her kissed her deeply as his fingers explored the rolls along her sides. Kira slid her tongue across Bruce’s and in response he gently but firmly bites into her lower lip, hands moving up to massage the large upright nipples, the edges of which have begun to fade as they continue to grow and stretch. Bruce began to tease to tips of Kira’s tits, working his mouth now down the nape of her neck as he kissed and licked. The steam from the shower has built up within the bathroom leaving the glass of the shower doors fogged over.Bruce now has his mouth on Kira’s engorged tits, flicking the tip of her nipple with his tongue. As he does this he lifts Kira’s apron belly with one hand and reaches down with the other to feel her plump fat pussy. He rubs the lips with his index and ring finger, while sliding his middle finger inside. Kira emits moans of pleasure and now shifts. She turns around, places her arms against the wall of the shower and sticks her ass in the air, spreading her legs as the confines of the shower will allow. Bruce beholds the effect of Kira’s gain on the once lithe, tight, small pussy. It now has fat thick deep lips that completely conceal the rest of it, when not already buried beneath Kira’s thunderous thighs and titanic paunch.Bruce places his hands on the outside of Kira’s hips and enters her. He pushes deep into the soft velvety mound as Kira skips a breath. Compared to when they had first been dating, sex was a much more labor intense process. Before he simply slid right in, being able to hit her cervix with no resistance. Now he had the added cushion to contend with, as well as Kira’s over-inflated bubble-butt. He still prided himself in being able to hit her spot after he got going nonetheless. Another change that had become more and more pronounced was the noise. Each lunge, drive, and thrust would now create a slapping noise, and occasional air pockets created by the dense fat created even more. Each motion sending a surge through Kira’s super-sized body. Kira loved the feeling of her shimmering fat, and how much harder Bruce had to work to pleasure her. Bruce loved the feeling of sinking into his whale of a wife’s dense frame and the plush luscious softness of it all.They were both deep in the moment of it all now, as Bruce began to maneuver his dick up and slightly to the right to hit Kira’s spot just right. She moaned deeply, “Yes, yes, yes oh god yes,” she said in the high breathy voice she took on during sex.Bruce removed his right hand from Kira’s hip and reached down, using it he began stroking Kira’s clit as he continued to push and hit her spot. After a few dexterous seconds Kira climaxed, her body shaking as she stood gasping. Taking this as his cue Bruce slowed his pace and really let the smooth tight walls of Kira’s pussy grip his cock as he worked gradually to his own climax. After a brief moment he filled Kira’s womb with his cum, glad the shower was there to wash away the sweat from his small workout.Soon after they finished their shower, and both dried off. Bruce Grabbed his phone and placed a quick order for pizza delivery, ordering three large meat lovers pizzas. He threw on his bathrobe called to Kira from the bathroom “I hope you’re ready for round two.”The response came from the bedroom, “Fine, but I get to be on top this time.”