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By: BaneOfDreams (https://www.deviantart.com/baneofdreams/art/Gluttonous-Wetwork-Chapter-One-855634991?ga_submit_new=10%3A1600543897) Summary: An elite mercenary of proud heritage, Snow-White, is tasked with eliminating a problematic magical girl on a long list of them: Candy. What seemed to be a simple task quickly turns into a horrific trip into decadence and decay. The lone patron of a small-town diner white hair hinted at her peculiar heritage: Thanatonian. An amalgamation of several years of selective breeding to produce a society of elite soldiers. Snow-White was one of the highest profile of her kind and for good reason. The femme fatale has been all over the world facing all sorts of threats that range from the run of the mill warlord that needs to be taken down a notch - or a cyborg that has broken their corporate directives and has gone rogue. Usually, she would find herself nestled up in a defilade biding her time waiting to strike at who, or what, her handler, Queen, had designated to be her next contract to support the cause; however, this operation was different. It was a bit more - subtle? Down to Earth? Homely? Snow-White contemplated this as she poked at her third calorie-clotted pastry that had been halfway devoured. However, the specifics of her operation were soon overtaken by a burning issue: The first pastry, not enough cream. Second one, still not enough. Her analytical mind mused on, usually accustomed to calculating bullet drop, now trying to determine the proper amount of whipped cream would be a suitable amount for her strawberry pasty. The waitress had been so kind to give her an ample bowl of creamy-white-goodness, but she had used almost all of that up already. Snow-White scrapped at the bowl trying to scoop up the last bits of cream and apply it to her yet to be finished pastry. She let out a little grumble of disappointment seeing as she could only get a thin layer onto her pastry before running out of residue to spread. Truthfully, she wanted to beckon that ginger-haired waitress on over to request yet another bowl, but social situations were not her forte. Instead, she elected to look to her right and view the inky black night. Truly, this was a lonely little town of ones: one stoplight, one diner, one school - but that was typical for rural America. What was unusual is that her work, tracking a high-profile target, brought her here. Usually, if this was a typical operation, she would be in a bustling city or deep wilderness - not some backwoods town where everyone knows each-other. But she was never one to argue with Queen's intel. So, she passed the time and went go get something sweet as-per her handler's advice. But there still was not enough cream! "Here ya' go sugar," a sultry voice cooed. Snow-white turned to face the voice. It was that ginger waitress who, to Snow-White's surprise, managed to creep up on her without her finely tuned senses noticing her. She must be getting tired, incredibly bored from the bland operation, or some combination thereof because even a literal phantom could not get the drop on her. Snow-White's foggy blues were locked onto the waitress with some lingering astonishment and suspicion. The short-skirted uniform that hugged her soft-hourglass alluded that this waitress had no formalized training other than the occasional extra doughnut - a body more suited for pleasure rather than creeping about. After-all, the ginger's full, undimpled, plush thighs hugged each-other so tightly that any fine-tuned movement would probably be off-set by a clap of sorts. "Uh, sugar, you're makin' me blush with that stare," her milky-white skin had begun to shift to a color matching her ginger hair. She tapped the table and pushed forward another bowl of cream along with an additional pastry, "On the house. Figured ya' had the appetite." Snow-White realized her rudeness and averted her gaze. She was not one for small talk, so she expressed her gratitude with a small nod and hoped this would dismiss the shapely server. Unfortunately, it did not. "Couldn't help but notice your pretty-pretty white hair," the waitress put her hand on the booth just behind Snow-White's back and leaned in closer, her bulbous breasts revealed by her slightly unzipped top quite close and on display, and a sweet smell of perfume basking from her fleshy body, "Don't look dyed either, ya one of them legendary fighters?" Snow-White received her nickname, despite not being the only of her race with white hair, for her refusal to hide it. It was a intimidation factor of sorts and a fun challenge; unfortunately, in these quiet moments, it was a potential draw-back. Most people simply overlooked it or minded their distance, but the occasional nosy individual would start asking questions. "Nope," Snow-White curtly rolled off in a monotone voice, hoping that would discourage the waitress from further prying. This failed once her belly grumbled and sounded that very human sign of hunger. "Oh, woulda' thought considering you have the appetite of a warrior," she teased in response to the embarrassing grumble. She even went so far to playfully poke Snow-white's toned belly. This unwelcome display of playfulness was met by a sinister glare from Snow-white which signaled for the waitress to back off. A lower, less audible grumble sounded, but was equally embarrassing. "Milk," Snow-white demanded. "Gotcha hun," the waitress waddled off with swishing hips to retrieve a glass of milk for Snow-white. Once she returned with the glass, Snow-white waited for the waitress to dismiss herself before downing the entire glass rather quickly. She was rather hungry, but did not want to keep eating and eating, so she decided to try and give herself a bit of a bloat to fill herself up. This was a little trick she learned from long, isolated, deployments - she would typically try to down something filling so she did not have to spend so much time being hungry. To her dismay, and surprise, her guzzling of the milk was akin to dumping it into a bottomless barrel. No excess pressure built up in her belly, but a peculiar coolness assured her that the was in-fact resting inside her stomach. She glared over in the direction of the waitress who was behind the counter humming a happy tune as she cleaned up. Something just felt – off? No-one had entered the diner for however long she had been in here and the town seemed to be quite dead—not a single car strolling by on the nearby road. Whatever, she was hungry and had one and a half pastries to finish. She piled the cream from the bowl onto the untouched pastry and planted the half-pastry onto it making a sandwich. In just a few chomps, the fattening treat was soundly inside her. Even this display of indulgence did little to ward off the empty feeling in her gut. Truthfully, she wanted to gorge some more, but a cruel reminder of what happens to those Thanatonian women who lose their ability to operate effectively. The latent thought was enough to cause her to immediately place far too much cash on the counter and leave the diner. “Seeya soon sugar!” The ginger-waitress cooed as Snow-white made her departure. Once outside, it was as if a miasma of some sort had been lifted. The lonely town seemed a little less lonely. A few cars were driving about and the parking lot she exited into was, well, packed. This set off a sudden alarm of danger within her being. She slowly turned around to find that the diner was packed with people. Instinctively, she lowered her hand down to her belly and felt the slight taut bump through her somewhat baggy black hoodie. She could only feel that she was full via touch, but internally she was still as empty feeling as ever. A wave of alarm came over her and suddenly mission directives that she had forgotten came back to her: I walked into a trap… That was the only thing she thought before retrieving her cellphone to report in with her handler. To her shock, Queen had called Snow-White a total of eight times and left a singular text reading: Rose The universal Thanatonian distress signal. Snow-White knew, despite the calm lonely little surrounding town, that her situation was grave.

I've been with my girlfriend for a good few years now. Happy years, as we're very well suited. I met her in a pub in town. She was stood outside smoking a cigarette and she was impossible to miss. Mostly because she had enormous boobs, but also because of how short she was. She's only 5' or 5' and a half, as she claims, but with big big HH cup tits. She was amazingly curvy. Fat, but not in a way where she looked fat. She looked curvy, instead. It's hard to describe, but no one would have said she was fat, just big curves. Whilst my mates went inside to get the beer in, I lingered trying to catch her eye, but she was intent on what she was doing, smoking a cigarette and checking her phone. After quickly racking my brains for an excuse to start a conversation with her, all I could think was asking if the pub had wi fi. Her reaction was a bit odd. This goddess of a young woman seemed surprised that I was taking the trouble to talk to her. I'm not bad looking and do a bit of boxing and work out and in truth I do tend to do pretty well with women. Not so much because I'm in shape and haven't fallen out of the ugly tree, hitting every branch on the way down, but more because I'm not afraid to chat to girls. On a night out most of my mates would spend their time drinking and talking about the girls we saw, whereas as a none drinker I'd just go and chat to whoever caught my eye and I'd usually get home with a couple of phone numbers and if I were lucky something extra in a pub toilet from someone who really liked the look of me. My mates would take the piss out of me all the same, though. They all liked skinny tall girls and I preferred short and curvy. Generally the curvier the better. I had all of the jokes, such as being called a chubby chaser, or whenever we entered a nightclub my mates would point out the fattest girl present to me for me to go and chat up. It never really bothered me. I like what I like and if they liked other people then it was just less competition for me. Anyway, cutting back to when I first met Zoe I was initially taken aback that she was surprised that I was talking to her. Not because I was asking her about the wi fi, but more the fact that I was interested in her. She didn't make eye contact with me and it was then that I guessed that she might have low self esteem. It took a bit of taking in. She was wearing knee high boots, tight leggings and a low top that showed off a good 6” of cleavage, but she was carefully not looking at anyone. She was sending out mixed messages. On the one hand she seemed to want to be seen and to be admired, but on the other she didn't want to engage with anyone. She replied to my question that she wasn't sure, she was just using some of her data, so I countered by pretending that I'd run out of mine and didn't want to buy any more from Vodafone, because it would renew in 2 days. It was just that I was hoping to check the football scores as a friend of mine had put a lot of money on West Ham winning 2-0 and although I hoped he won his bet, I just couldn't see it happening – it's amazing what you can make up when you're trying to keep a conversation going with a pretty girl with curves. She reacted as I hoped she would, by asking me if I'd like her to check for me. I accepted, but only under the condition that she allowed me to get her a drink. She was a bit reluctant and with all the talk about date rape and that, this was understandable. It's very hard to point out that you aren't a rapist/murderer without sounding like a rapist/murderer who is trying to hide their hobby from their next victim. Luckily at this moment one of her friends came out to find her and it turned out that she knew one of my mates and this was enough to convince Zoe that I wasn't an apprentice Hannibal Lecter. When she went inside the pub I followed her and as my mates were all at the bar, stood not too far from Zoe's friends it was easy enough to get her a drink and stand with her between the two groups and carry on chatting to her. I found out her name, which part of town she lived (with her parents) and that she was a receptionist. I told her who I was, where my house was and what I did for a living. Pretty quickly we were getting on like a house on fire. So much so that neither of us really wanted to go off with our own friends. It was amazing just how warm she was after being so stand offish initially. I again had a suspicion that by some miracle she hadn't had a lot of male attention and was almost bowled over when she got it from me. So instead of us going our own ways and me asking for her number and hoping that no one else pulled her later, I suggested that we went for a meal. I'd not had my tea, because I'd met my friends straight from work and fortunately she said that she could find room for some food. At first I thought she was just saying that to go somewhere with me. It was only later that I discovered just how much she could eat. When her friends left, I bailed on my mates, to much talk about me being a lightweight who couldn't handle his ale. Zoe explained to her friends that she was going for a Chinese with me and after a bit of talk about phoning them if she wanted them we left them to it and had a short walk to the nearest restaurant. It felt great holding her hand as we walked down the street. I loved the looks I was getting having her on my arm and I was loving the sight of her boobs wobbling and her hip rubbing on me as she walked, even more. When we got inside the restaurant, oddly half empty on a Saturday night, I asked her where she wanted to sit. I like to people watch, so I was hoping she'd pick a table near the window, but instead she chose a booth right at the back, next to the kitchen door. I ordered crispy king prawn and asked her what I could get her, as she seemed to be taking ages over the menu. After a bit of time she asked if she could have sweet and sour mixed veg. She didn't seem that confident in the dish, so I said that she didn't need to feel that she could only order a cheap one, because I was paying – I was more than happy to get her whatever she fancied. She said that it wasn't that and then paused, so I told her that she could tell me, I wouldn't judge her. I don't mind vegans or vegetarians and in fact for someone as pretty as her I could overlook multiple sins. She then replied that she was watching her weight. There are various ways that I could have responded to this. I could have said that I liked the bigger girl, but this would have been tantamount to saying that I'd pulled her to tick a box, rather than because I liked her, herself. I could have congratulated her on her healthy choice, which if she was one of those people who struggle to lose weight and looking at her big bone structure, I could guess she was, then that wouldn't fly, either. Instead I just said fair enough, but that she looked absolutely amazing as she was. Bingo! The correct and truthful answer. Her face lit up at this and I then went double or quits by saying that she'd look just as great if she lost or gained weight. After a few moments I then asked if she was sure about the mixed veg as the choice was hers. Zoe changed her order to lamb fillet with a couple of sides that I said I'd share with her. Whilst we waited for the food she confided in me that she came from a fat family and would eat for England if given half a chance so she really had to concentrate on whatever diet she was on. Apparently she had tried them all and really hated the experience. It felt as if she was fighting nature. I agreed, saying that some people are just bigger than others and that she carried her weight really well, looking sexy as fuck with it. She liked me saying that. I then went on to say about how society constructs a view as to what should be sexy and how it was all bollocks, because sexy is what sexy is and she most definitely was. By the time our meal arrived I had the distinct feeling that she was going to be coming home with me. It was astounding watching her eat. I'm a fast eater. I don't get a long dinner at work and so I have to eat fast or I run out of time, but she was putting away her food so quickly I wondered if she was inhaling it. When she had polished off hers, plus 90% of the side orders, she leaned back in the booth and announced that she didn't dare eat any more in case her bra snapped. I asked her what she meant and she said that her boobs were the first place she gained weight, so I replied that considering their size, I doubted whether they could get much bigger. She then told me her bra size and I told her that was very big and that I bet that they were heavy. With a quick look about the place she then grabbed my hands and pulled me forwards, until my hands were on her tits and she told me to feel their weight. I lost no time in groping them, making sure that I rubbed her rapidly stiffening nipples every time my hands and fingers crossed that part of her breasts. Her cheeks reddened and it was obvious that she was feeling very horny. She suggested that we paid the bill and instead of trying to find our friends that we have a walk around town to get some fresh air whilst she had a cigarette. As soon as we got out of the restaurant, I pulled her close to me and went in for the kiss. She pushed herself right into me, grinding her tits into my chest, so I put my arms around her and let my hands fall so they were resting on her meaty arse and I gave it a good squeeze at which she started to kiss me harder. Just when I was about to break the kiss and come up for air, I felt her hand worm its way in between us and she started rubbing my cock through my trousers, trying to get the zip down. All of this was happening in the doorway of the Chinese, with people walking by, but we were both too horny to care. Just before her rubbing made me spunk in my trousers I pulled back and told her that I needed to fuck her. She asked where could we fuck and I said my car's not far away and we can go back to mine as I had my own place. We walked back to my car as fast as she could walk with a full belly and with much stopping to kiss and feel each other up. It's not easy walking with a boner. At one crossing, whilst we were waiting for the lights to change she told me that she was wet and when I said it was impossible to tell from where I was stood she grabbed my hand and fed it under her skirt and I suddenly found myself fingering her at the side of a busy junction. That was when I discovered that not only did she have fuck all in the way of inhibitions, but also that she was a squirter. I was especially impressed by her licking my fingers and hand clean as we carried on walking when we could. When we got to my car there was no one about and instead of her getting in on the passenger side she came round to the driver's side and knelt down in front of me, undoing the zip of my trousers. She told me that since I'd made her cum, she wanted to return the favour. Worrying that my sure fuck was being downgraded to a blow job I told her that I could wait till we got back to mine, but she put my mind at rest by telling me that this was an extra before taking my hard cock deep into her mouth. It wasn't long before I was shooting my load into her mouth, which she greedily swallowed. On the way back to my house, through all the 15 minute drive Zoe teased the fuck out of me by getting her tits out and sitting there playing with herself and making me watch and not touch. Her reason being that she wanted my balls to fill back up for when we got to mine. No complaints from me! She was impressed with my house and well might she be, as I'd taken on a big mortgage to get somewhere nice to live. Without wasting time on small talk I just led her upstairs to my bedroom, thankful that I'd tidied it up the day before. I undressed whilst she watched me. She got her tits back out, but left her top on and took her skirt off. I asked her if she was going to take her top off and she sort of froze. This was frustrating, because I was so close to getting to shag her. As soon as she'd gotten horny in the restaurant she had turned into a nymphomaniac and now she'd gone back to being the frightened rabbit whom I'd first started chatting to outside the pub so many hours before. I asked her what was the matter, telling her that if she didn't want to do this I'd understand and that it was ok. She didn't say anything, so I just went and sat next to her on the edge of my bed, putting my arm round her, being careful not to touch her boobs or anything. She then told me it was silly and I asked her what she meant. She then started to cry. My erection wilted, but I was intrigued. Partly by what the issue was and also because of how she could go from being a nympho to blubbering so quickly. After a few minutes of this she seemed to get hold of herself and without turning to face me, eyes looking at the floor, she told me that she hated her belly and that as soon as I saw it I'd not want to fuck her. I was gobsmacked by this. Big bellies are sexy. I love to get my face in them and kiss and lick them and massage them. I then spent the next 4-5 minutes working very hard to reassure her that I liked the look of her belly. I could see the shape through her top and it looked great, especially now she was still podged from all of the food she had eaten earlier. When I said podged she started laughing, asking what the hell was that. I told her I don't know the technical term, but whenever anyone has a big meal and the food is just sat in their stomach and it is stretched out like hers it always turned me on. I'd no idea if it even had a name, but I liked it. No idea why, call it a fetish if you like, but all I wanted to do at this moment was to kiss and massage her belly. She liked this, saying that whenever she had a big meal or two meals in close succession she was always fascinated by how much bigger her belly would look. She then came to a decision and asked me to turn the lights off, which I did. Whilst I was doing that, she took the top off fully and stood there in the darkness. I walked over to her and stood next to her, kissing her, before working my way down her body, giving her boobs and nipples a lot of attention before I got to her gorgeous stretched belly. I kissed it all over, licking along the lines of the bulges and proto-folds. This really got her going and before long she was sat on the edge of the bed again with me between her legs, massaging her belly whilst I licked her very wet slit. She soon told me to fuck her, which I did, pounding into her whilst I took a grasp of each tit to steady myself and give more leverage. Zoe came quickly and once she started cumming she sort of entered a wave of climaxes which rolled one after another, squirting all over by crotch and bedding. When I was getting close to the vinegar strokes I asked her where she wanted me to cum and she panted wherever the fuck I wanted. I pulled out from her sopping wet cunt and shot a huge load of cum all over her belly. At the sensation of me doing this she came one final time. Afterwards when we were lying in bed cuddled up, she asked if she'd see me again and I told her that if she wanted she'd see that much of me she'd think that she had an extra shadow, as there was no way I was letting a sexy as fuck girl like her get too far away from me. This was the beginning of a great relationship. 2 years later During the first year of me constantly being positive about her size and worshipping her curves she gradually began to get more and more comfortable with her size and began to flaunt it more. This didn't stop her attempting to diet every few months, though, but she always failed with these and her weight went up from the 250lbs when I first met her to a fluctuating 270lbs at the end of that year. We had a great first 2 years together, with Zoe moving into mine after 6 months. She'd sort of moved in already anyway, judging from the amount of her stuff that she kept around at mine, but this was when we formalised it. By this time we'd also had some lovely conversations mostly in bed whilst we played with each other, about sexual fantasies and what we'd like to do. It turned out that she was a big (in both senses of the word) exhibitionist, who got off on people looking and staring at her, but she was at the same time very shy and self conscious about her size. She told me that it sounded like a right contradiction, but whilst she got off on people looking at her, she sort of cringed a bit inside, expecting them to call her lard arse or say something about her not being dressed for her size. One Saturday morning Zoe was swearing at the bathroom scales because she had put a couple of pounds on. I pointed out to her that this made her even more sexy and it just meant that she was even more fuckable. She replied that whilst I might think that, not everyone else did. I told her that I bet more people would be interested in her than if she was some skinny bitch. She just laughed and said she wished. So I suggested that we went to a swingers club and put it to the test. When we;d been discussing fantasies we'd both talked about how horny it would be to watch each other fuck other people, but this was the first time we'd actually discussed making it happen. We knew that there was a club about 50 miles from home – at that point we were both a bit worried that we'd meet someone there that we knew – and it didn't require an expensive membership, which was a bonus. Zoe liked this idea and she expressed her enthusiasm in the best way she knew, she gave me a blow job on the bathroom floor, only stopping before I came so that I could save it for that night. Not having been to a swinger's club before neither of us really knew what to expect. We both went dressed as if we were going for a night on the town. Shirt and trousers for me and a tight dress for her showing off loads of cleavage. When we got there, as first timers, we were shown around by the staff, who went out of their way to advise us that there was no expectation or pressure on us to play or do anything that we didn't want to. They told us that a lot of people just treated it as a social night out and anything sexual happening merely being a bonus. This was all pretty sensible and very relaxing. There were a few single guys there and we were told that if they or any of the couples got pushy, to tell them no and report any problems to the staff. The club was pretty big and as soon as we were left to our own devices Zoe announced that before anything else, she wanted a fag, so we went outside to the smoking area. It was here that it first became apparent just how much of a star attraction she was. No sooner had we gotten outside than we had two couples chatting to us, complimenting her on her figure – adding that I was ok, too, apparently, as an afterthought. Chatting with them and then walking around and exploring, Zoe got loads of people looking at her body and it was blatantly obvious that she could fuck almost anybody there that she wanted. We both liked this a lot, especially Zoe and she couldn't keep her hands off of me, which was great. I asked her if there was anyone who had caught her eye and she replied several, asking me in return if there was anybody I wanted to fuck. This was a difficult question, as there were a few stunningly attractive girls there, but none had really tickled my fancy. Zoe asked why, pointing out one especially stunning blonde girl. I just said that firstly none could compare to her and that two they were all too skinny for me. Being with her I thought I'd been spoiled as she was so voluptuous and none of the girls here came close to matching her. She was really touched by this and then asked if it meant I wanted to go home or anything, because she was happy to fuck other people if I would enjoy it, too, but didn't want to if it meant upsetting me, or me getting bored whilst she had all of the fun. I confirmed that I was more than happy to watch her being fucked, because as far as I was concerned she was far more sexy than any porn star and it would be like watching my favourite pornstar but up close and personal in 3D. She said great and asked if I had any preference as to whom she picked and that we'd be having a conversation later about me having a favourite pornstar, because that was news to her! I told her that she could fuck anyone she liked as long as I watched and joined in. We ended up in a private room with this guy who was in his 40s. He was no movie star, but was down to earth and pleasant. We began by Zoe making us both strip for her and then she got on her knees and began to suck us both, alternating from cock to cock whilst we both played with a huge tit each. When she took her clothes off, this guy was in heaven. He couldn't get over how beautiful her body was and as soon as he could get a condom on he was fucking her from behind whilst she sucked me. It didn't take him long to cum and I'd managed to hold back so we opened the door to let him out and amongst the 4-5 people stood in the area outside the room listening to us fuck was a tall slim black guy and I beckoned him in. He asked if Zoe would go on top and she wasn't that keen at first till he said that he'd love to see watch her bouncing on his cock. Whilst she rode him I stood on the mattress so I could feed my cock into her greedy mouth. As with the first guy, the second came pretty quickly, too. After that we decided to go and have a walk around, chat to a few people and see who else was about. We were outside when we saw this couple arrive. They were both a lot older than us, but the man's wife was great. She was a classic pear, with big hips and a huge arse. On top of this was a big belly and surprisingly small tits for a girl as chubby as what she was. They would have been big on a skinny girl, but on her they were disproportionately small. Zoe saw me looking at her and putting her hand down my trousers, she announced that she had found someone she'd like to watch me fuck. We gave them time to pay the entrance fee and get into the club before we followed them in. It was a simple matter of us popping into the changing room for Zoe to brush her hair for us to 'accidentally' bump into them and start a conversation. It was obvious from the off that they were just as interested in us as we were in them. Very quickly we were in another private room where we were all getting very cosy. Jim asked if either of us were bi, because both he and Alison were. I told him that I was straight, but Zoe was a bit curious, but hadn't been with another woman. Alison was surprised at this, saying that with a body like Zoe's she was surprised as she was scorching hot. Before long Jim and I were sat back watching Zoe and Alison exploring each other's bodies. It was super watching these two BBWs playing with each other's rolls. When Zoe went down on Alison I had to restrain myself from getting up and fucking her from behind. It was even better when they went into a 69. I really wanted to be the meat in that sandwich. After both girls had cum a couple of times from this, with Zoe squirting all over the mattress, Jim announced to us all that it was time that the boys got to join in. I got up and walked over to fuck Zoe who was on the bottom of the 69, but Jim put his hand out to restrain me and he pointed over to where Alison had he arse in the air. I changed direction and pulling a condom on, I got into position to work my cock up her, straddling Zoe's head where she was busy with her tongue. After some very hot fucking with loud squelching sounds coming from the other side of the mattress where Jim was ploughing Zoe's wet cunt I felt my nuts tighten and I realised that I was on the verge of cumming. I pulled out and whipped my condom off and aimed my cock at Zoe's face and mouth. She opened this to receive my load, getting half of it in her mouth and the rest all over her face. This was enough to make Jim cum, too. He pulled out and the girls untangled themselves, with Alison licking my cum from Zoe's face before Jim took his full condom off and passed it to her for her to drink his cum from. After that we went home. On the drive back we chatted about what had happened and how we felt about it. We had both really enjoyed it and there was no awkwardness between us. If anything, it had brought us closer together. Zoe said that she wanted to play with more girls, but only chunky girls like herself and I said the bigger the better, which prompted her to ask if I meant that. I told her that I did mean it. Skinny girls did nothing for me, I loved curves. Big curves. She then asked if that meant that she didn't need to diet any more and I told her that as far as I was concerned she'd never needed to diet. Tonight had proved that lots of other people felt the same way. Hadn't she seen the looks she'd received and all of the guys who wanted to fuck her? She said yes and it had not only been a turn on, but it had been liberating, too. Although she'd been getting more confident about her size since she'd started seeing me and this had come on a lot during the last 2 years, tonight was the first time she'd felt accepted for who she was. A big beautiful woman, rather than the sort of girl who got told that for a fat girl they were pretty. I told her that she would be beautiful whatever size she was, so she asked me what if she put on loads of weight, so I replied with all sincerity that she'd be even more beautiful to me. I'd be quite happy if she put weight on. That prompted her to playfully ask me if I'd still fancy her if she put 50lb on, I said yes, so she said what about 100lbs and I replied definitely, so she went all the way and asked what if she doubled her size. I sort of gave myself away here with a loud 'hell yes!' She reached over and felt my cock and upon finding it rock hard, she said, 'fuck me, you aren't kidding.' I said no, I'm totally serious. I liked her being big and I just saw it as there being more of her to love and she was happy eating and it was sure as hell better than seeing her getting miserable being on diets. She told me that she'd hold me to this and that we could start by diverting to a 24 hour drive in for Maccy D as she was starving. In a fit of daring we went through that with her tits out, which made the guy who was serving do a double take and which turned us both on. She'd eaten a double burger and fries by the time we got home and when we got upstairs we had fantastic sex. For the next year we went to the swinging club every few weeks, with her mostly fucking single guys and playing with the odd bbw together. Zoe got more and more comfortable in her own skin, eventually being perfectly happy walking about the club naked and sunbathing on our back garden in the nude, too. In addition to the club we went dogging a few times where she would usually get gangbanged by a load of guys, all of whom loved her growing curves. When we weren't doing this, we'd sometimes watch porn together, with the SSBBW Cotton Candi being our favourite. We both got off on her size and how juicy she was. During this time Zoe didn't exactly become a feedee or a deliberate gainer. Instead she merely stopped trying to lose weight or caring that she was putting it on. Out went the small portions, missed meals and an avoidance of high calorie food, she just ate what she wanted when she wanted. As a result she gained weight gradually, almost without realising it, as she never bothered weighing herself any more. She was happy that I was happy and I loved the bigger, better and much improved Zoe. By the end of the year she was up to 295lb and looked great. A lot of the weight had gone to her boobs, which were now a 42K, but some had gone to her belly and bum and a lot to her thighs. I couldn't get enough and I would fuck her twice a day, sometimes even setting my alarm 20 minutes early so I could do her before we left for work. Because the gain was so gradual no one really said anything to her, apart from her best friend who 'tactfully' suggested that she give slimming world another go. Zoe rightfully pointed out that she was happy as she was. It was one Thursday night when we were lying on the sofa watching porn on the telly when this changed. I had plugged my laptop into it (the appliance of science) and we were able to enjoy porn in 4K majesty and speaking of majesty, it was Mandy Majestic tonight followed by some Mara and between snacking and me fingering Zoe whilst we watched it, we were both talking about how luscious Mara looked. Zoe then dropped a seismic bombshell, by saying she wished that she was as curvy as her. I told her that her tits were pretty much as big as Mara's, but she countered by saying that she was happy how she was built and was really confident in her body now, but she would love to be bigger and curvier like Cotton Candy or Lexxxi Luxe. At this I stopped what I was doing and told her that she could be. It wasn't difficult. She asked me what I meant. I told her that it was pretty straight forward. All she had to do was eat more and put some weight on. She thought about this for a moment, letting it sink in, before saying, 'like deliberately try to get fatter?' I said yes and that I had absolutely no problem with it at all. In fact the very thought of it turned me on at which I got my cock out to show her the truth of this. Whilst softly grasping my hard cock, she said trust you! And then she asked would I seriously be happy about her doing that? I said yes and that I'd made it totally clear during all the time we'd been together that I liked her big and the bigger she was the happier I would be. She didn't have to do it for me and I'd be just as happy (a white lie) if she didn't, because I didn't want to force her into anything. Zoe then said that the thought of it made her horny, too and that she'd be willing to give it a try. Despite having had our tea a few hours previously, I told her that there was no time like the present to start and for her to get some clothes on, because we were going out for something to eat. Twenty minutes later we were sat in my car, parked outside a chip shop. I'd went in and ordered 2 trays of chips, with mushy peas and 3 battered sausages. When I got back in the car I opened the first tray up, putting the newspaper wrapping on top of the second tray to help keep it warm and passed the tray to Zoe for her to eat. She polished this off in no time at all, only pausing to ask me if I was going to make a start on my tray, to which I said that I'd not got a tray, the second one was for her, too. She said she'd try to get it all down. Zoe got half way through the second tray before she began to slow down. She finished all of the sausage and told me to drive home. She adjusted her seat so that she was almost lying flat and balanced the remnants of the meal on her tits, every so often feeding a chip into her mouth. I was impressed by her determination not to be beaten by a full stomach. When we got in I asked her how she felt and she replied, 'full! But raunchy with it. I need fucking but whatever you do don't press on this,' as she stuck her swollen belly out in my direction. I told her that she'd have to wait if she wanted my cock. We had work to do first. She pulled a face and I replied that if we were fattening her up then we would have to do it properly and that meant research and then shopping for food, lots of food. We began by looking up how to gain weight on google, but frankly a lot of what we found was disappointing. It was mostly weight loss stories by people who had gained weight and then successfully lost it. There was a lot of bodybuilding sites, too, which were neither use nor ornament. Eventually we found some useful stuff and favourited them, following links that came up until we ended up watching youtube videos of girls eating big meals of high calorie food. Watching these made Zoe very horny, even if with the experience of just the one big meal of high calorie food she felt entitled to call a few girls lightweights as they ate smaller meals than what she had just had. It didn't take long before I had reached down to feel her cunt and it was no surprise that she was as wet and warm as a cup of tea. I got her to rise from the chair and to bend over the desk whilst she watched someone eat a 10,000 calorie meal and I fucked her hard whilst she watched it. She came so hard I'm surprised the neighbours didn't call the rozzers because of the noise she made. The next morning I got up for work and to my surprise Zoe was already up and about. She was downstairs in the kitchen sat eating a large breakfast. She had a bowl of weetabix in front of her, a pint of milk and 2 bars of chocolate. She was shovelling a big spoonful of weetabix into her mouth, washing it down with more milk and then taking a bite of chocolate before resting a few seconds and then repeating. It was like watching some kind of industrial machinery at work. On the hob a pan of water was boiling and not wishing to ask her what it was and disturb her rhythm, I popped over and looked inside. It was a big load of pasta shells. She paused after a mouthful of chocolate to tell me that she was taking a tub of cooked pasta to work and was going to empty a full tin of tuna into it and loads of mayo. I went and stood behind her, massaging her shoulders as if I were the trainer of a heavy weight contender and I started to hum the training montage music from Rocky. Without missing a spoonful of food, Zoe just reached back with her left arm to elbow me in my bollocks, but I danced away to have a wash. When I came back downstairs Zoe had finished her breakfast and had made her dinner for work and she was putting a few more chocolate bars in her bag for snacking on at work. As a receptionist she got chance to snack, but would have to be careful not to get caught eating when she wasn't on a break. When I picked her up after work she'd put the time spent between me finishing work, her finishing and me actually driving to hers, to good use. She'd popped into a corner shop and had bought some brownies and was smoking a cigarette and eating these whilst she waited. When she got into the car I told her that we were off to do a big shop. We had plenty of food in the house, but would obviously need more and that she was to go crazy with what she wanted. The visit to Tesco took a long time. Mostly because Zoe was determined to explore every aisle in an effort to make sure that she overlooked nothing. She stocked up on full fat milk, crème, chips, chicken, nutella, spreads and lots of Chinese food plus the biggest cucumber in the store. Normally I'd have been upset at the cost of all of this, as it came to three times our usual weekly shop, but instead I was too horny to care. I don't care what gym someone goes to, carrying in 10 big bags of shopping on your own whilst your girlfriend starts cooking tea is a fair amount of exercise. Zoe had bought that much food we didn't even have space for it in the cupboards and I had to play tetris with the contents of the fridge and freezer to make sure that everything would fit inside. 'All in a good cause!' as Zoe told me. Whilst she cooked chips, chicken and more chicken she drank a pint of full fat milk. I suggested that we weigh her to get a starting weight, even though we were a day late to that particular party. As she was busy cooking I went upstairs to get the scales. She came in at a luscious 312lb, which at 5' (or 5' and a half as she claims) was far bigger than it sounds. She told me to make a note of this and that she'd weigh herself every Friday night to track her progress. We ate in more or less silence. Zoe did give me a bigger portion than usual, but I pushed it onto her plate, telling her that I wanted to see her get fatter, so she was to have the extras. She ate twice as much as she usually would have done and was perfectly fine with it. After we'd caught up with a bit of Netflix she asked me if we could go dogging. I said yes, so she went upstairs and got naked before coming back and donning a big coat to hide this fact from our neighbours and I then drove us 20 miles to a wood which was a well known dogging site. On the way she made me stop at a burger king so that she could top up. The wood was quiet to begin with, but word soon got around that we were there and soon enough Zoe was sat on a picnic bench having a fag with a semi circle of blokes arrayed around her. I took her coat off and laid it on the table and helped her to climb onto it and lie there. She then asked me to go and look behind her seat in the car and to fetch what was there. I was a bit puzzled by this as there's nothing behind either seat in the car apart from the back seats, but I went anyway and there was this ginormous cucumber that she'd bought in Tesco. With all the other shopping I'd not missed it when putting everything away and now I understood how she had planned all of this. When I returned with it, she asked for a volunteer to lick her out to get her wet, to which about 4 guys tried to step forwards at the same time. She picked one and he went to work. After she'd cum she then told me to fuck her with the cucumber. It slid into her cunt easily. Zoe has always had a big cunt and it was fun to see just how much of it she could take. After a while I let a few of the guys take turns in fucking her with it whilst she sucked and wanked the people stood around her, getting 3 loads on her huge tits for her work. After she'd cum on the cucumber a few times she told the guy fucking her with it to take it out and pass it to her and to replace it with his fist. Whilst he fisted her she licked her juices off the cucumber and had a nibble on it. After a while we called it a night and headed home, where Zoe had a supper of 2 pints of milk and spooned nutella out of the jar straight into her mouth. The next day was Saturday, the start of the weekend, and we were both off work. After a filling fry up for breakfast (4 fried eggs for Zoe) I left her to crack on with some housework whilst I got busy washing my car and sorting the garden out. When I went back inside for a cup of tea I couldn't hear the hoover or the washing machine and I wondered just what Zoe had been up to. I don't mind doing my fair share of chores, but I'd not want to be the only person doing them. That's not really playing the game. What I could hear were sounds of soft moans coming from the living room, so I made a beeline in that direction. I walked in to find Zoe sat in front of my lap top, feet up on the desk, fat thighs spread wide whilst she rubbed her clit. Whilst I'd be grafting away outside she'd been surfing the net watching SSBBW porn and youtube feeding clips and had obviously found it stimulating. Stimulating, I suddenly noticed, to the point of turning the webcam on and going online for people to watch her play with herself. I'm all in favour of this so I walked over and started to suck on her nipples, taking care not to obscure the view for those watching and wanking. After a few minutes of this I was fucking her on cam for everyone to see. When we were done I pointed out that she was having a better time than me with the chores, which would have usually caused her to blush, but this time she just said that since she had started to try to gain weight she had just been incredibly horny and couldn't get enough sex or food. So I replied that she'd just had the sex, so time for her to get some food. Although it could only have been just over a hour since Zoe had finished a big breakfast she went into the kitchen to fetch the tub of nutella and began spooning more of it into her mouth. Over 500 calories per 100 gram she instructed between mouthfuls. When it was time for dinner, I was wondering what she'd eat, as Zoe had spent a lot of the morning eating or resting after eating and although I knew that her stomach could fit an extraordinary amount of food in it, there were limits. Dinner was cheese on toast with bits of ham floating on the cheese. 2 slices for me, 8 for her, washed down by a chocolate milkshake. She declared that all of this stuffing was making her drowsy and she'd have to have a lie down and digest it, but if I wanted to make myself useful I could put the washing in and hoover up downstairs for her. The cheek of it. But in reality I didn't mind. My fat princess had been working just as hard as me, if not far harder. Whilst she was napping I took her another pint of milk and a couple of chocolate bars just in case she woke up hungry and then launched Steam on my lap top and had a go at Total War. Zoe had a couple of hours sleep, coming downstairs just before tea. She announced that she had been thinking. My initial thoughts were that she was having second thoughts. My next thought was that if she was going to bail on the weight gaining then it would take me a month of Sundays to eat all of the extra food we'd bought. Instead, she said that she wanted to go into the weight gaining business scientifically, noting the amount of calories and working out the optimal way to do it. Zoe never did anything by halves. She was also intensely competitive. Me, I'm that easy going my mum always said I'd fall over if I was any more laid back. Zoe was the total opposite. Give her a whiff of a challenge and she'd not rest until she'd come out on top. I knew that to my cost from playing her at Street fighter. She'd stayed up every night for a week learning how to do the special moves before casually asking me for a rematch when my friends were round and then totally proceeding to kick my arse into the middle of next week on it. Much to the amusement of my friends. Tres Embarrassing as the French might put it. I said that we'd got some good kitchen scales so weighing food wasn't hard, but it might get boring, so if we did it by rule of thumb it would probably save messing about and I'd get a chart made up so we could keep a paper record, unless she wanted to do it on open word on my laptop. She preferred the laptop as bits of paper would be hard to keep track of over the long term. I asked her what sort of time she had in mind and she said she wasn't sure, but enough time to make it worth while. Whilst I went to fetch her another milkshake she sat down, lit a fag and started her research. She came to the conclusion that there were two main ways to maximise the potential weight gain and that was by grazing and binging. She sat there playing with my cock, sipping her milkshake as she informed me of the differences. With one, you ate steadily and pretty constantly throughout the day, with the other you would eat at fairly regular intervals, missing out on snacks, but would have gigantic meals when you did eat. Zoe was torn between the 2, wanting to do both at the same time. After a bit of chit chat, we decided that she'd alternate them and see how it worked out. Another thing was that she would need to eat during the night, as she was missing a chance to take onboard more calories and so like what I'd done for her that afternoon, she'd have to have a liquid snack next to the bed for her to sip when she woke up in the night. She did say she'd set her alarm for 4AM and I said that was fine, but she didn't have to feel obligated to wake me up at 4AM just to let me know she'd had a milkshake. Something else she'd discovered was that a lot of feedees got stomach aches and acid, so tomorrow I could pop out and get her a family sized tub of Gaviscon to deal with that. With all of this concluded I ordered 2 pizzas, one pepperoni and the other Hawaiian, having a bit of each for myself and leaving Zoe to eat ¾ of each, both smothered in peanut butter, which I thought a sick combination, but as she gleefully pointed out, one that put it above 5,500 calories. After that we settled down to watch a DVD together before we went to bed. Me with a book to read before I went to sleep after we'd fucked and her with a pint of full fat milk for 4AM. Sunday I had a lie in, but Zoe got up early to make herself a breakfast. When I eventually rose, she'd eaten 3 bowls of cereal, chased down by lots more milk and she was currently laying on the sofa with her dressing gown wide open looking at her belly. She told me that she was binging today and intended on doing absolutely sod all to burn any calories off between meals. As I'd woken with a hardon I just replied that that was fine, but I hoped that she had left room for some of my cum in her belly, as the only job she had for the next 5 minutes was to give me a blowjob. We had a pretty lazy day. With not being at work I had a few things to catch up on online, such as a Total War campaign I'd been neglecting and I was hoping to pop over to visit my parents in the afternoon. After resting following her big breakfast Zoe got up to prepare dinner. A full on Sunday dinner. This involved lots of chicken, veg and an astounding amount of mashed potato. However, as this only contained 100 calories per 100 grams, she put hers in a separate saucepan and added more of the nutella to it, so as to bulk hers out. This made it look and probably taste very odd when she put gravy on it. I ate a good meal, but Zoe ate until she looked like she was going to burst. She literally couldn't move afterwards and before I started clearing up I massaged her belly for her, rubbing e45 cream into it, to protect against stretch marks. She then went for a nap whilst I drove across town to my parents. Come tea time, Zoe was back up and about and hungry. Tea was hot dogs, not the small ones, but the large 10” long sausage hot dogs. I managed 2 and felt full, especially after having had a big dinner. Zoe managed 8 of them. It took her a long time and the last one was a bit cold until I zapped it in the microwave to warm it up for her, but she did. Watching her eat was a big turn on and if she'd not been so full I'd have shown her my appreciation by fucking her. Instead I just licked her out whilst she laid down on the sofa. I passed on supper, but Zoe went to bed after a huge bowl of shredded wheat, taking 2 milkshakes to bed with her. One for now and one for 4AM. Come the morning, Zoe started the day with a huge fry up, lots of bacon, 6 fried eggs and 4 slices of fried bread, no mushrooms as they didn't have much in the way of calories in. I then dropped her off at work before going to my work, where I would be spending the day servicing aircon units. This was evidently a grazing day for Zoe, because throughout the day I received text messages from her telling me what she'd been eating. Mostly it was snacks, but evidently she'd taken the nutella to work with her and had put that in her drawer and whenever no one was about, she'd just dipped into it with a spoon. After dinner, I was sent a photo by her, taken in the toilet showing her belly after a big dinner of jacket potatoes and coleslaw. She was having a good day, as her gut was distended and she had had to take the picture left handed, because her right hand was busy fingering her cunt. The rest of the week largely followed this pattern. Zoe would get up early to have a huge breakfast, she'd go to work and snack throughout the day, have a big dinner and then a big tea, couch out on the sofa and either graze or save herself for a huge supper before bed. She'd then go up to bed with 2 milkshakes. In between all of this we couldn't keep our hands off each other and she couldn't stop playing with herself. It was a tremendous turn on to see her getting bigger. Come the Friday night weigh in neither of us could wait to see what the scales would say. The week before, Zoe had been 312lbs and she'd managed to put 6lb on in the first week. This was brilliant progress, but I suspected that she'd slow down in the coming weeks and months, though. Even though she had such a short frame, it wasn't easy to spot the extra weight as it seemed to be spread fairly evenly. I thought that Zoe would be over the moon with this, but she was actually disappointed to the point of almost being upset about how little she had gained. Her competitive spirit came to the fore again and she was determined to do better. So despite having just eaten a meal, Zoe started to chug milk down, straight from the container, not bothering with a glass. Following this she sat down to plan her food intake for the next week, displaying an intensity and an attention to detail that was probably last seen when Eisenhower was planning the Normandy Landings. She was to consume a minimum of 12,000 calories a day. This seemed a lot, but she was determined and over the next few weeks she gained weight pretty rapidly. Week 1: 312lbs Week 2: 318lbs Week 3: 324lbs Week 4: 329lbs Week 5: 334lbs Week 6: 339lbs Week 7: 343lbs Week 8: 346lbs Week 9: 348lbs Week 10: 351lbs When she broke the 350lb barrier we went to the swinger's club to celebrate. The new much fatter version of Zoe was an even bigger hit than the curvy Zoe of earlier. We played with 2 couples and she had 5 single guys fucking her. On the way back we stopped at McDonalds not once, but twice, as she'd eaten a lot of it before we were even halfway home and she made me go back for more. By now her gain had become impossible to hide. She'd always been a fat girl, but at 5' tall (and a half as she claimed) there was only so much weight that she could carry before it became obvious. Whilst no one was going to ask her she knew was piling the pounds on, a few of her 'well meaning' friends had quietly suggested she go and see a doctor and see if her thyroid was acting up. Naturally Zoe wasn't going to admit to getting off on gaining weight so she just got into the habit of telling them that she was happy and relaxed being with me and saw no point in making herself unhappy being on a permanent diet. I thought it would be a bit more tricky with her mum and dad, who lived away from us in Lancashire, because we only saw them a few times a year her weight gain would be immediately blatant. However, both being fat people (that's where Zoe got her genes from), they could more readily understand her getting cheesed off with dieting and they couldn't argue that she was much happier now that she wasn't. Another problem was clothing. Hardly any of Zoe's old clothes would fit her bulging curves of fat and so we found ourselves having to not only buy more, but we had to plan ahead, buying clothes for the next month. We didn't want to spend a load of money on buying things that she'd only wear for a month or two, but she could hardly just go about in 5-6 different dresses. It was a bit frustrating, because the money could have been spent on a holiday abroad, or on meals out as Zoe preferred. Bras were a big problem as Zoe's tits had ballooned with the rest of her. We ended up going for her to get measured for a bra and the result was that we discovered that she was now a 48M and my wallet was going to be £95 lighter a bra. We both loved how huge she was, but her boobs were beyond stupendous. They sat on her big fat belly like 2 barrels and she was able to use each one as a ready made shelf to balance plates of food on. One of her favourite things to do when I was sat at the table was to tiptoe up to me (she was surprisingly light on her feet for someone so fat) naked and to then drop a boob on each shoulder. They probably weighed around 20lbs each, so having 40lb of tits landing on me would have bowled me over if I'd not been sat already. Because of how full her tits were Zoe cold no longer suck her own nipples, which she missed, but I made up for that by sucking on them whilst she ate. After work and a huge meal, we'd spend the night either watching Netflix or porn together. Some nights I'd have to work late on a job, or would be playing on my laptop, so Zoe eventually bought her own computer and she'd surf the web, shopping, catching up on facebook or trolling a girl on twitter who used to bully her at school. A lot of her time online, though was spent on feedee sites, where she would pick up tips and be inspired to gain more quickly. From here she had the idea of starting a vlog on youtube. She got banned pretty quickly, though, because she fell foul of a rule on using copyrighted music (all it was, was background ambience). Zoe and I found youtube annoying, because for every person who was a fan and would admire the dream body that she was creating, there would be some arsehole who would just try to be hurtful. Following some advice she received from a moderator on one of the sites she was on, Zoe ended up setting up a ** account so that admirers could help out with the cost of food. This didn't make a huge amount of money, but it all helped. Also both Zoe and I liked the fact that she had people admiring her. For an exhibitionist like her it was manna from heaven. She'd read the positive comments and the raunchy ones concerning her and she'd end up soaking wet and then we'd have sex before she went off to eat, or we'd have sex whilst she was eating. Week 11: 354lbs Week 12: 356lbs Week 13: 358lbs Week 14: 359lbs Week 15: 362lbs Week 16: 364lbs The gaining was progressing steadily, but was slowing down a bit and this was getting Zoe down, despite the fact that she had big bones and was someone who would always be fat, it just wasn't enough for her. She was pretty single minded when it came to achieving things and she was totally committed to getting EXTREMELY fat. I pointed out that she could hardly eat much more than what she was doing, which made her pause for thought before she said that she could drink more food, though. Ten minutes later we were off out in my car to a sports shop to but mass weight gain powder. £30 would buy 4kg of whey based powder with 1000 calories a serving. The 28 servings in the tub was supposed to last a month. Zoe got through it in a week, taking in an extra 4,000 calories a day. So off I went to get more of it. When this was combined with her soaking all of her food, even the sandwiches and cereals in olive oil (884 calories per 100ml she informed me), she was soon piling on the weight again at an astounding rate. Week 17: 367lbs Week 18: 371lbs Week 19: 375lbs Week 20: 378lbs Week 21: 379lbs Week 22: 382lbs Week 23: 385lbs Week 24: 387lbs It was now that we hit what could have been a huge problem. Zoe lost her job as a receptionist. Eating all of this food, buying the new clothes and being on first name terms with half of the staff at pizza parlours in town was expensive. As an aircon engineer I made pretty good money, but even so, I was working a bit of overtime (time and a half thanks to my trade union) to cover the costs. Zoe's income was crucial, as the ** stuff was just makings odds and sods. In a way it wasn't her fault that she lost her job. Some turd in middle management made a bad joke about her being slow at bringing up some post from reception one morning saying in front of half of the office that if she wasn't carrying so much lard she'd be a damn sight faster. Without even pausing to think, Zoe just turned round and hit him. Whilst he was a fully grown man and she was half his age and only 5' tall, a punch with nearly 400lbs of weight behind it will flatten anyone apart from Rocky Balboa. From what Zoe said this guy flew backwards across his desk and was out for well beyond the count. Unfortunately this sort of thing wasn't easy for senior management to overlook; they couldn't ignore the fact that part of their middle management team had been knocked into the middle of next week and so Zoe was put on gardening leave, pending a formal tribunal, which would just be a formality considering that about 20 people had seen her punch him out. Our initial plan was for Zoe to spend the months' paid compulsory leave hunting for a new job. However, she loved being at home. She could eat whatever she wanted, when she wanted and she did. She was no longer limited by what she could surreptitiously scoff at the receptionist desk when no one was looking. At first, to pass the time whilst she was eating, she just watched telly, but after a week she felt like she had completed Netflix. So instead she'd go online and on cam. At first she just went on the one on a swinging site we'd joined, after learning of it in the club we went to. She'd send me pictures of her fucking herself with a big dildo which always made me lose concentration at work. It didn't take her long to notice that whenever she was on cam, almost all of the guys in chat on that site would be watching her. From here, she had the idea that she could combine the ** stuff with going on a proper cam site and after a bit of discussion between ourselves we agreed to see how it worked out. Zoe was a huge hit on cam, getting a respectable following. Whilst she'd spend a lot of the day on cam just doing normal stuff, she'd do special shows to indulge the fetishists a lot of whom seemed prepared to tip quite happily for the privilege of watching her at play. A year or so ago she could have catered for 4 fetishes instead of the 3, because she had a bucket cunt, which she was proud of, rather than nervous about and she used to occasionally go on cam and fuck her big wet hole with toys, vegetables, bottles and anything that came to hand. As she piled more and more weight on, this became increasingly hard for her to do, as not only were her tits in the way, but her lower belly was beginning to hang over her cunt, making it hard for her to get to and show her fucking it on cam. So by now she just catered for 3 fetishes, which was still a good number. There were shows where she just smoked a lot of cigarettes. This wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but those who liked it were really into it and were prepared tip quite heavily. With her gigantic watermelon sized boobs, that were now bulging out of her old 48M cup bras, bought when she was 33lbs lighter, she was a huge hit with the boob lovers. They were into her in such a huge way that screen rips of her cam shows were appearing on pornhub, which we both found a turn on. The biggest fetish group that she catered for were the feeders, though. Whilst she was on 'normal' webcam throughout the day, she'd be grazing or resting from having a big meal. However, Zoe would put out an alert that she'd be eating a big meal (ie, over 5,000 calories in one go) and the feeders would tune in to watch. All of this led into her getting her own page on a site where she could sell clips specialising in these fetishes. Because she had a great relationship with her fans, they in turn, looked after her, reporting pages that shared stolen clips and so on. Zoe invested a lot of time in her followers, remembering their names, adding them on her (fake) facebook profile and interacting with them on a daily basis. She always encouraged them to ask her questions and never told anyone to fuck off, not even the guy who kept wanting to know where she lived. Most of the admirers were sensible people who encouraged her to eat and celebrated all of her gains. Some of the best selling clips were from when we did the weekly weigh ins and monthly measuring sessions. These always sold like hot cakes, but then died a death when we released the next one. So the older ones, we gradually posted on the tube sites ourselves as promo vids. Another thing that helped sales was keeping the prices low. Whilst the most dedicated fans would pay $15 for a film of her demolishing a huge meal, these sort of people were regrettably few and far between. However, she found that by pricing older films at $3 and the more recent ones at $5, far far more people were willing to buy and the fans were very happy feeling that they weren't being milked. All of this took a bit of time, but the money earned didn't half go towards financing her not working. Being at home all day meant that Zoe could really expand her calorie intake. It seemed that the constant eating and stuffing had changed her physically internally as well as adding all of the fat externally. Her stomach was far larger than when she started and seemed to have an incredible capacity for being stuffed. Also the baseline of her appetite had changed. When she might have felt content after a meal a few months ago, she now started to get peckish quickly and whenever we went anywhere we had to take supplies with us, because she became hungry very quickly and less welcome, also anxious if she didn't have food to hand. The weight continued to gain. Week 25: 389lbs Week 26: 392lbs Week 27: 394lbs Week 28: 396lbs Week 29: 399lbs Week 30: 402lbs To celebrate her passing 400lbs I took her for a double celebration. After that Friday night's weigh in, we went to an all you can eat buffet. We'd been to a few of these before and had enjoyed the experiences. However, we didn't want to get barred from anywhere, so we were careful not to clear out too many of them. This time I got Zoe to dress in sexy flat shoes, oversized fishnet tights, a short skirt that showed off the rolls on her thighs and a giant crop top that barely covered her gigantic tits and let both of her bellies hang free. To top it off, she had some Ben Waa balls up her cunt that ensured that every bump in the road was a pleasure to her. We had loads of people looking at her and whereas a few years ago she'd have been mostly cringing, she was getting off on the looks and was walking in such a way to make all of her fat jiggle and wobble. When we walked into the restaurant I could see the floor manager do a mental 'Oh fuck!' when he saw her and his profit margin vanishing, but we didn't care. Instead of a booth at the back, Zoe walked to a table in the middle of the room, where I pulled a chair right out so she could fit her bellies in. I then put my man bag on the table. All that this contained was a very good camera that recorded the entire session. I ensured that it was placed at a good angle so it didn't miss a single mouthful and because it was high spec and not filmed on an old phone, the results were great. They captured Zoe eating solidly for 90 minutes, which was quite an achievement. People were eating their meals, but were pausing to look on in amazement at just how much food Zoe was packing away. By the end of it she was sweating quite freely from the effort and was on the verge of feeling sick, but between the attention, the ben waa balls and the sheer sensuality that she got from stuffing she managed to quietly cum 2 times during the stuffing session. When we came to leave she waddled to the door slowly and when we got home, she downed gaviscon whilst I massaged her belly with yet more e45 cream. After she was settled I went and uploaded the video onto her site, making it free to all the people who had bought at least 5 of her films, as a thank you to them. The next day we went off to the nearest city to buy clothes for her. By now there were only a few shops that catered for her size and we started with them, even managing a quick fuck in a changing room. This was followed by a visit to a woman who specialised in custom made clothing, usually for dominatrices and the like. However, she also made bras and undies and Zoe was well beyond bras that could be bought from shops. She was measured at a 54Q, which was the biggest that this woman had ever seen, let alone been commissioned to build. Zoe bought 4 of them, insisting that the straps came with expanders so that she got her money's worth. That night we had the second part of the celebration and I took Zoe to the sex club and whilst I fucked a couple of BBWs she entertained half a dozen guys in the dark room. By the end of her first year of dedicating her life to gaining weight Zoe was up to 438lbs. She'd managed to put on an incredible 130lbs in that year. She had great genetics for it and with being so short she looked a lot fatter than she really was (this didn't hurt the sales of her clips one little bit). She was bigger round her belly than she was tall and her boobs were out of this world in their size and weight. A picture of her went sort of semi-viral, showing her with 3 plates of food sat on her tits plus an ashtray and a can of irn bru balanced between them all with the caption 'All you need for a night in.' This didn't show her face, but there was no mistaking who it was. Zoe was approached by a few sites, such as Score who wanted to film her for their XXL site and the usual Feedee sites and she did a few shoots and videos for them, but the money was never really as much as you'd have expected, so we didn't really push it. Instead we concentrated on her camming and producing high quality unique clips for sale on her own site. Plus a lot and I mean A LOT of eating. Because Zoe spent so much of her time eating, she also spent a correspondingly large amount of time on the toilet, but not wishing to put the time to waste, I rigged up a funnel in there and she was able to chug weight gain shakes whilst she was on the toilet, which was actually more hygienic than it sounds. By the end of her second year, Zoe had gained another 60lbs, making her 498lbs, a tantalising 2lbs short of the big 500lbs milestone. She passed that 2 weeks later and in honour of it we had a party at an admirer's house at the coast. This was just a normal house, but it was literally on the Northumbrian coast and he encouraged us to invite a few of her favourite fans there, too. The end result was an unforgettable weekend where Zoe had the undivided attention of 7 guys who spent their time feeding her and devising creative ways for her to take mega amounts of calories onboard. Plus there was a lot of fucking. We were both swingers and loved seeing each other fuck strangers and Zoe's appetite for sex hadn't diminished as she had gotten bigger – far from it. At the end of her 3rd year of gaining Zoe was now 552lbs, weighing in at a quarter of a ton and only 5' tall. I'd had to have the house modified to accommodate her, with wider doorways, reinforced bed, toilet and chairs and so on, but it was worth it. Her body had changed almost beyond recognition. Her feet were fat, even her toes were chubby. Her ankles merged into her calves, with rolls on both sides and were thicker than most women's waists. She no longer had recognisable knee joints as her huge fat thighs, wider than a chair each had rolls that dropped and hid her knees. When she walked she had to turn her legs outwards so that her thighs didn't rub too much. Her bum was enormous and whenever she was spanked the ripples flowed like waves on the ocean. Her arse was so big that when she sat down it actually boosted her up. Zoe no longer had just 2 bellies; they had developed beyond that. The bottom one provided a huge apron of flesh that sagged almost to her knees and the upper belly stuck out like a large keg of beer. Above that were her boobs, permanently braless now because of the impossibility of getting a bra to fit. She had surpassed Norma Stitz as the holder of the world record for the biggest boobs in the world. They weighed about 40lbs each, but the nipples still retained their sensitivity and I loved tweaking them at every opportunity. Her neck was non-existent. It was just a collection of fatty rolls that supported her round fat face and long flowing hair. We were both very happy with how things had gone, but Zoe had big plans to get even bigger.