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Hey Everyone, I'm an emerging author of fat stories. Currently, I have some work out on Fantasy Feeder, and on Kindle/Kindle Unlimited. Unfortunately, I can't post my stories on here due to the Terms & Services of having my work enrolled on KDP select which, for me, is helpful in reaching a lot of new readers in international markets. But I've activated a free promotion on Amazon for the next 24 hours, which releases my first novella Perception Deception for free for anyone - not only Kindle Unlimited members. Thank you to all who can spare the time to give it a read! Description: Short. Petite. Thin. If she isn't my type, I won't swipe." After getting bored with his same-old-same-old sex life, 25-year-old f**kboi Harold decides to mix it up, downloading a new and advanced dating app called BLNDR ("It Blends, It Blinds!"). On it, he sees Camilla, a small-town girl who seems like his type "to a T", and he asks if she'd go on a date. Outside of BLNDR, he finds out his "small-town" girl isn't so "small". He knows he isn't into fat girls…or is he?" --------- Excerpt (10% of the novella): She catfished because she was desperate for a date. Tragic. I must show this pudge-pile a good night regardless of how revolting her obesity is. She chose me, and not only because I'm handsome, but because all women know I'm a cut above the rest. Harold nodded to himself, his chivalrous duty superseding his withering libido as the motivator of the night. "Hm," Camilla said, cocking her hip to the side as she swung her titanic weight from foot to foot. She flopped one drooping grain-sack arm across her chest, resting it on the crest of her belly's uppermost bulge. She nestled a plump hand into the creased crook of her elbow, the candy-apple red nails peeking out the other side. With her other hand, she placed a painted sausage to the corner of her mouth, thinking. "Something wrong, my dear?" Harold asked in his best impression of a man not on the verge of losing his sanity. "We-lll," she held the final syllable to collect her thoughts. "It's just that, and I'm NOT superficial, but you're much shorter than you said on your profile," she said while evaluating. Looking him up and down sent her sub-chins wobbling in mock affirmation of her assessment like a trio of doughy yes-men. Shifting her weight once more with an oceanic undulation across her body, she took a step toward Harold. Her gut was unyielding as it forced a sharp grunt from him. She leaned closer, pinning him against the counter, studying his face, her pursed painted lips red as a stop sign. At that moment, Harold realized with a rushing sense of dread that despite being a foot taller than her and in significantly better shape, she eclipsed him in physical stature. The pressure of her weight on him was a threat to his own ego, and regardless if it was another man or his own morbidly obese date, Harold wouldn't let anyone size him up and push him around. He glowered at her, twin twinkling jades buried in the fat folds, a jeering glint visible. She's testing me! Harold's mind reeled. How's a tub like her not intimidated by me? In Harold's expectations, validated by years of such experience, women yielded to his self-confidence, not challenged him. Of all the dates he had wined, dined, and enjoyed supine, no one had ever given him a look like Camilla did now—quiet dominance, which posed a challenge to the agreed-upon social hierarchy with Harold perched above all others. Harold tried to rise to his full height, intending to tower above Camilla and look down on her, but as he attempted to climb from his casual slouch on the counter, it forced him to grapple with an opponent far beyond his weight class: her gut. His arms trembled from the strain as he shoved against the veritable wall of flesh. What started with Harold hoping to gain leverage or relief, became a wrestling match in which his loss risked her fatness consuming him. Sickened by her sucking blubber and mortified to recognize that Camilla's crushing weight was more than he could lift, it humiliated him to submit to her. Her pressing folds on his chest forced him to lean further back on the counter, hoping to salvage his ribs and lungs from being crumpled under her heft, being forced to his ego behind to be crushed beneath her. Being rendered helpless as a rabbit in a wolf's jaw enraged him. Domination was as unfamiliar to him as diet soda was to her. His bulging eyes burned with a smoldering fury as they fixated on her taunting smirk bracketed by bulbous cheeks. Camilla met Harold's burning hateful eyes with her own calculating and dispassionate gaze. After a few moments, it calmed him, her focus somehow dousing his anger. Unperturbed by the exchange, she giggled, as light and resonant as a chime tinkling in a gentle breeze, and so concluded the tense exchange with an arbiter's finality. "You're cute, I'll give you that—little boy," the quip stressed with a long-lashed wink. She began steering her bulk in reverse. Harold felt the burn in his chest from having to hold his breath, but he still refused to suck the sweet, refreshing air his lungs howled to taste. To do so would show weakness, he decided, and thus he maintained a debonair smirk on his face while surreptitiously sucking in air from the corner of his mouth. His chest ached, but it was difficult to say which was more bruised from Camilla's display—his ribs or ego. Fat bitch! his mind screeched in rage. I underestimated this warthog. "Yes, well, I believe there may have been... misrepresentations on both parts in our profile, it's fair to say," Harold said from behind his teeth-shattering tight smile. Camilla quirked her head at Harold's words, wry amusement and curiosity flitted across her face. "Let's get something to eat. I'm starved after that movie," Camilla said without a trace of irony. Harold was gobsmacked. Taking her out to eat would disgust him, if not bankrupt him. But I have a duty, he reminded himself. "I can only imagine how hungry you must be," he said, clearing his throat before adding "wouldn't want you to waste away." Her reply was more musical laughter before swinging her bulk against him, throwing a massive wobbling cheek into his groin. "How thoughtful," she purred. "Harry, you're tall," she said, her tone carrying an undercurrent of mocking mirth. "Look over the crowd. Find the bathroom for me? If you can. I'm so short and petite that I couldn't make it through this crowd on my own," she said, emphasizing with a staggering thrust of her butt that almost knocked him to the floor. "It's Harold," he corrected her with a terse edge behind his tight smile while trying to lean away from her quivering backside. "Let me find it for you," he said while stealing a sly peek to make sure she wasn't looking. Confident that her eyes were elsewhere, he stretched to his full height, leaning forward on his toes for the few extra inches he needed to see over the top of the packed lobby. Spotting the sign for the Women's room, he points over her head. "That way. Should I wait for you here?" he asked. With a final back-thrust into Harold followed by a gyrating shimmy of flesh, she takes her first laborious step forward. "I think you should go and, ahem, clean yourself up as well before dinner, Harry," she informs him. Her eyebrow cocked above a discerning emerald darting in Harold's direction. Mortified, he drops his heels flat to the ground, hoping that she didn't see his inability; but as she begins her slow shuffle off towards the bathroom, he realizes she wasn't looking at his feet. Aside from his height, his body had betrayed him in another, more unexpected, way. The bulge nudging against his zipper siphons the strength from his knees, and he rushes to the Men's room on wobbling uncertain legs to "adjust" himself. It could happen to anyone, he reassured himself. It was a lot of motion and stimulation down there, it wasn't because of her! He pleaded with himself to believe such logic, but a nagging suspicion couldn't be abated. Full Story - Perception Deception Other Works

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Chapter 1 “Morning beautiful” Mia half yawned, rolling over to face Noah. He opened an eye and smiled. “You look— “ he began before nuzzling up to her chest “— really nice…” Mia giggled. “Sure.” After a few warm snuggled minutes, Noah lazily slumped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, hand holding Mia’s. “Are you doing your clothes haul review today?” he asked. “I think I heard something arriving this morning.” Mia nodded, kissed him on the forehead before getting out of bed and wrapping her dressing gown around her then heading downstairs to get the parcel. While by no means a popular YouTuber, Mia had gained enough of an audience to garner influencer status. Her slender yet proportionately curvy body complimented virtually any fit and so she frequented publicity packages from popular fashion brands. Today’s package looked particularly enticing. Mia and Noah sat together doing the usual looking through the selection and categorising them into upcoming videos. Brands usually asked for the videos to go out within a certain time. This package needed to be reviewed within the week. They decided this bunch could make up two videos. “This one looks good.” Noah said, holding a tight, revealing looking lace dress up and smiling cheekily at his eye-rolling partner. “‘Course you do” Mia laughed, pressing it against her body. “And it looks like a good fit too.” Noah ran his hands down her curved waist and flat tummy then dipped into the loose front of her jeans. They both enjoyed the feeling of his hands there — he especially enjoyed the after-meal feeling that seemed to make her hips that little more smoother and rounder. He longed for extra tightness. After lunch, Mia began her usual camera setup while Noah tidied the room and opened the garden-facing French windows. The breeze brought a cool summery feeling in and swept Mia’s hair up a little around her shoulders. Noah was heard but behind the camera in most of the videos, but sometimes Mia did Q&As and he would be called in to satisfy fans' calls for his answers on more often than not jokey and awkward questions. Today’s session was both a haul review and Q&A. Mia tried each of the numbers in the pile and Noah went through the selected tweeted questions from their audience. The video was for the most part uneventful, save for a few nosey questions about their relationship. There were always a few of those — fans seemed desperate to get an idea about the rest of this classically charming, hot couple. And after all, the answers drove the comment section and seemed to win the channel boosts in following. At the end of the day's filming, Mia told fans that they were off on holiday the week after “...to a quiet island where we can relax away from our busy lives.” She admitted this without wishing to upset anyone. “We’ll be back soon — promise. I mean we’ve got like 5 hauls coming up to unpack and a live stream too, so we’ll see you for them!” As they packed the equipment back up, Mia began “There’s no gym in—” “In our in-the-middle-of-nowhere beach hut? Noah continued. “Oi you know what I mean! I guess we’ll be walking and swimming a lot huh?” “— Or we could just relax, slow down, lie down…” Noah said as he lay down on the wooden floor imagining the sea lapping up to his toes. “Babe, I’ve a reputation. I’ve gotta keep this up!” Mia rebutted. “You just told your fans that you’re relaxing. Honestly. I’ll cook, get supplies—” “Supplies!?” Mia giggled— “We’re going on holiday, not feeding a village.” She closed the filming stuff cupboard and lay down with Noah, head against his waist. Noah didn’t reply and they lay together peacefully. Chapter 2 Mia and Noah’s flight was set to depart in the late evening. They’d packed nearly all the clothes and essentials. “There’s still like half a suitcase spare.” Mia called to Noah who was in the kitchen sorting out snacks for the trip. “Okay, that’s good!” he called back. “I’ve some extra stuff to pack.” He added all of Mia’s pre-gym shake powder to the kitchen-surface snack pile along with their favourite movie evening nibbles. “Have you got the meal tokens?” Noah asked, as he brought his selection from the kitchen into the living room and began packing it. “I think so, yes” Mia replied as she checked the paper slips. She continued “It says they have themed weeks. I wonder what ours will be?” The booking site had advertised the restaurant as being one of very few eateries on a neighbouring island, just a boat ride away. Each of the few beach huts scattered around the periphery of the island came with a boat which could be used to explore around and visit the neighbouring island. “Do you have your travel card, Mimi?” Noah said as he checked his rucksack. “Mhmm” came Mia’s reply. “Do we really need all those snacks, lovely? I mean that’s quite a lot!” “I’m hungry!” Noah responded, giving Mia his best puppy eyes. “Me too, but hmm...” Mia took his rucksack, grabbed two cookies out of it for them and closed the zip. “I think we’re ready to go”, she half sang excitedly. She changed into some chinos and a loose fitting blue striped shirt, which she always wore when she went on long journeys. — They arrived at the airport with time to spare. The man at the check-in desk scanned their tickets and instructed them to go through security to the waiting lounge. “I didn’t know we got the lounge too!” Mia said excitedly. “Huh — yeah there it is on the ticket, see?” Noah replied. “We’ve got what… 3 ish hours to relax before we board. So much for leaving sooo early!” he teased Mia. “You stop it! You’re lucky you’ve got me being on top of things, if you had organised this, we’d still be packing.” Mia said, trying to be cross. They were both hungry by now. Lucky for them security was a breeze and they were welcomed to a busy, but quiet lounge area where their suitcases were taken and an assistant took them to their own space. “Here”, began the lounge assistant, “is your own booth and you’re more than welcome to grab a meal using our order displays over behind the bar that way or you can use our site.” “Wow… um thanks” Noah said, taken aback by the unexpected luxuries. Mia thanked the lady and put Noah’s bag under the table. “Mind if I hop off to the loo super quick, Noah?” Mia asked, looking around for the directions. “Sure lovely, I think I saw a sign for them that way — see you in a min” he replied pointing towards the way they came in. The lounge was a gentle purple colour, with large glass panels looking out. The lights dazzled in the dimly lit expanse of runways. Noah relaxed back. There was an almost homely cooking smell coming from the restaurant bar. Whilst Mia had headed off, Noah went to the lounge menu site and hungrily ordered a few large plates and refillable drinks. He figured that while it would be quite a bit to eat — maybe a bit much — they were quite hungry and it was free with their lounge pass anyway. Mia returned a few minutes later. “All good?” Noah asked. Mia nodded and sat down. “Yup. On the way back I ordered us some food. Looks really nice. Might’ve gotten a bit much — but it’s the hols right?” Noah had to stifle a giggle. “Mia. I er… ordered a meal for us too.” Mia looked a little worried “Is it too late to —” “Erm…” Noah hinted for Mia to look behind her. “Four big Fantas and coffees?” a waiter smiled at them. “Oh sorry! Is this the wrong—” “No this is us.” Noah replied, a little taken aback by the size of one drink let alone four of them. “It looks like your group has ordered meals already.” the waiter said looking at his tablet. “Yup. They’re almost ready. I can direct the rest of your group here if you’d like?” “I er… no we’ve erm… we’ve told them we’re here.” Mia replied nervously. “Right you are!” he replied, smiling, before leaving their booth. Mia and Noah looked at each other in disbelief. “Well we can’t cancel anything now. They think we’re a group!” Noah whispered finding it hard to contain his excitement. “Yeah… I mean this does look really nice and everything, but it’s quite a lot.” Mia whispered back. Noah saw the waiter disappear completely. “We’ve still got another couple hours, it’s fine. And I’m so hungry.” he said between slurps. Mia tried some of the drink she had ordered “Oh my god this is amazing! Here, try mine lovely!” she replied excitedly. “It’s okay, I’ve got one of them too” Noah giggled. Both had almost forgotten about the meals on the way, having buzzed both their coffees and most of their soft drinks, before the waiter and an accompanying waitress appeared with four very large trays, each loaded with food. “As you’re a group, we thought we’d grab you a few shareables too!” The waiter gleamed, as they put the trays down. “They’re on the house too, of course! Is there anything else we could get you by any chance?” “We... we’re good” Mia stuttered, eyes wide open at the full booth table in front of her. Noah shifted a tray to fit the last of the plates on the table. “I can’t wait til the others see what we ordered for them!” he replied. Mia kicked him under the table. “You’re very welcome”, the waitress said, taking the two empty coffee mugs. She headed out of the booth with her colleague. Noah laughed in disbelief at the array of food in front of him and Mia. There were two triple size pizzas, both with french fries he’d ordered, two deep fried veggie large double stack burgers, each with dumplings, thick potato chips, and cream-dunked sausages. The three shareable dishes included garlic bread chunks, a cheesy Nachos bowl and a plate of 6 medium calzones not to mention a few chocolate crepes and ice-cream for dessert. He felt his boxers tighten. It all seemed a blessing. “Tuck in then” he said with his mouth already half-full. Mia somehow didn’t need inviting. This food looked so good. When else would she get the chance to enjoy such a fancy meal? A half hour of half eating, half chatting passed when Mia’s phone buzzed in her pocket, so she slipped her hand down to get it, but she couldn’t get her fingers in. She looked down and noticed her belly, unusually round under her shirt, pressing out over her waistband. “Hang on a sec.” Noah said whilst chewing. He pressed his hand into Mia’s pocket as she bent over the other way. A little bit of her now tighter shirt came loose from being tucked in and a little stretched belly sprung out towards Noah. He gulped as he handed Mia her phone. “Oh er… sorry… thank you” Mia said, a little embarrassed. She was not used to anything so tight as this. “Oh erm it’s fine..” a red faced Noah blurted, shifting to hide his stiff jeans. The tannoy voice began and Mia picked up their flight number. “Looks like our gate opens soon. We’ve still got an hour though. I… I dunno how I’m gonna eat any more of this. So nice but—” “It’s fine...” Noah interrupted “...have a drink instead.” He gingerly moved his hand to her waist. He did this often but it felt different now, it was giving him butterflies. He let his fingers run towards her distended belly. It was so tight. He rubbed a little. Mia always liked having her tummy rubbed. Noah’s hands always felt amazing gracing her body. But right now she felt a bit humiliated and she was about to edge away a little before she realised it made her feel slightly less full. “Thank you babe” she whispered as she leaned against him. Her arm pressed against his usually slender waist and instead she felt his small but noticeable protruding belly under his jumper. “You too huh?” She giggled, feeling a little more relaxed. Noah’s face reddened and his trousers hardened too. At moments like these it was almost as if she knew.

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My mind was racing, and I couldn't sleep last night. Here's the result lol --- "Apples, 3 shmeckles a basket! Fresh from the orchards for weekend enjoyment!" Gresham, as he had called himself since entering this world, turned his attention toward the urchin. That sounded like a pretty good deal if they were as fresh as the peddler claimed. "Thank you very much good sir!" the urchin spouted before turning away to continue on his trek through town, "Apples, 3 shmeckles a basket! Going fast." The apples here appeared similar to the ones in Gresham's old world, but their flavor was much sweeter. Not to mention, they just seemed more dense. More filling. And filling was what mattered most here, for sure. Being an adventurer came with many perks. Turns out, the ladies will do almost anything for a man who puts his neck on the line for a living. Unless you're a noble or high volume merchant, the prospect of freely indulging on a whole basket of fresh apples isn't something you're going to pass up without second thought, either. Gresham shouldered the basket and walked the half mile of cobbled streets back to the Dragon's Nest, a moderately popular inn on the west side of Bulwark. The season's leaves rustled along the edges of the road as people walked in and out of various establishments, beginning the day's routines. "Did ya find what ye were lookin' fer?" the inn keeper called across the eating hall as Gresham stepped inside and hung his cloak on the wall. After a short glance at the portly old fellow leaning over a giant ** of leftover stew from the night before, Gresham grunted in the affirmative. A couple of the inn's other denizens had begun shuffling into the hall waiting for the stew to warm, but Gresham had other plans, and they, or rather she, would still be fast asleep in their room. Gresham hiked up the basket once more and headed for the stairs. The door twocked with a low thump as it closed behind Gresham. It's not often that you find an inn with doors that have more than a barstop. Turning toward the bed in the room, he saw the ever so slight camel humps slowly rising and falling under the blanket on the bed. Those humps being the lovely breasts and ever so slightly distended belly of the fair Fressa, whom he'd met the night before. He'd seen her leaving a seamstress hall and was stricken by her effortless beauty. She'd worn a flowing blue dress that ended just below the knees and a large floppy straw hat. For just a moment, their gazes had met, and her hazel eyes had sucked him in. Her fair skin, auburn hair, and spattering of freckles all seemed to work together to enhance the depth of her lure. She hadn't skipped a beat in her stride passing Gresham, but Gresham chased after her, convinced her to join him for a stroll, then a drink, then a meal.. Then another meal.. Then a snack.. Then eventually to his room at the inn, where there was another snack. Things had gone late into the night. And there she lay, in her effortless beauty, her hair fanned out under her head in alluring tangles. Gresham admired her features - the simple curve of her button nose, the natural bubblegum pink of her lips, the slow rise and fall of her still gently domed stomach - for a few more moments before sitting beside her and reaching down to remove his boots. Once he'd gotten down to his braies, he deemed it finally time to put his plans in motion and brushed the back of his fingers gently across her check. Fressa slowly raised the heavy lids of her eyes, then let out a low moan as she stretched and sat up on her elbows. "Well.. That was certainly something else last night. But heavenly. Good morning." She said, smiling up at Gresham before noticing the large basket of bright red apples sitting next to the bed. "Oooh, you spoil me, adventurer. Are you going to allow me to start my day with an apple?" Gresham shook his head and looked at her meaningfully. "Oh." She said, sitting up to rest her back on the headboard. After pushing the blanket aside, revealing her figure which Gresham had explored thoroughly the night before. Her full d cup breasts jiggled slightly from the sudden movement, and she rested a hand on her bare and slightly bloated abdomen as the playful air about her morphed into hesitation. "I don't know…" She definitely wasn't nearly as heavy as Gresham would have preferred, but she did have some extra softness that wasn't fully evident when he had first fallen under her spell. Her hips and thighs had been completely hidden by her dress, but they would have filled out a nice pair of jeans in Gresham's old world. Her arms were also soft, not plagued by being bony like many others. Although she didn't have much excess adipose on her abdomen, it was soft and without muscle. As she was goaded into eating more and more the night before, her stomach had expanded without resistance, as if it wanted to be stretched. She had looked so incredible with it domed out and her breathing labored. She had clearly not digested the mass of the previous night, but Gresham glimpsed an inkling of desire hiding behind her unsure expression. Taking the cue, he raised one of the apples to her lips, and the dance began to play itself out. Fressa closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure and surprise as she bit into the apple. Apparently, the urchin wasn't lying about the quality. After feeding her the first apple, Gresham handed her the next one as he began to focus on rubbing her tummy. He sat right beside her making slow large circles across the budding dome. Upon handing her the third apple, he reached around her shoulders with one arm to play with one of her breasts and to allow her to lean into him. He continued on her belly with the other, only stopping to supply her with more apples. Periodically, Fressa would moan from pleasure and pain, getting completely caught up in the sensation of the moment. Her breathing quickened, her eating quickened, her moaning intensified, and she began making small writhing motions with her body as she leaned into Gresham. She finished the final bite of the final apple and slumped further down onto Gresham as her hands occupied the free space on the sides of her glorious ball of a stomach. A light sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. "Oh gods," she breathed, her stomach heaving with sporadic breaths. He hadn't actually expected her to be able to eat them all. Somehow, he had underestimated her. For a few pregnant moments, they both recuperated, Fressa from her morning feast on top of what she'd retained from the night before, Gresham just from shock at what she'd done. Her stomach was much larger now than it had been last night. It was tight under Gresham's hand, yet somehow still so soft and pleasant. Even though she now lay in the bed on her back, her stomach protruded upwards against gravity. Gresham moved to enter her, attempting to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on her expanse. Fressa's hands remained making small circles on the sides of her abdomen as Gresham slowly ramped up his methodic thrusting. Fressa's eyes rolled up into her head as she bit her bottom lip trying to stifle her intensifying moans. Her whole body pulsed with pleasure. The strain on her stomach heightened every sensation. She was absorbed. Gresham's hands were everywhere. Gently on her stomach, jostling her breasts as they pendulated up and down, a thumb hooked around the corner of her mouth (which she gently bit down on). His mouth found the nape of her neck or his tongue slid around the dome of her stomach. They danced in perfect sync. Then, on one final note, they ended together, both arching their backs with the passion of finality before they collapsed next to each other. After a couple minutes, Fressa had returned to sleep with one hand rested on the crest of her sloped belly. Although somewhat fatigued as well, Gresham had to get going. He had picked up a quest from the guild yesterday afternoon and it wouldn't complete itself. After preparing to leave, he left a note along with a loash (worth 20 sheckles) suggesting that she treat herself to something more. Gresham sensed a great devouress within her, and would love to see whatever kind of progress it would make by the next time he visited this side of Bulwark. Gresham took one more long, hard glance at the effortless fair beauty and her taught globe of a belly before covering her once again with the blanket and turning to leave.

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The angle makes my tummy look huge I can’t wait to be this big I’m 248 wanna make it to 260

Hello everyone~ I love looking at everyone showing off how they are doing and promoting body positivity. I thought I'd try my hand at posting my own self and see what you folks think This is me this morning, I'm 150 pounds and my goal is 180 for now. I got a bit hungry later this afternoon to say the least... So much so I had to find a feast to fill my belly up a bit more! Trying to summon the appetite to snarf this all down (get it... because it looks like a pentagram unintentionally... :D) I ate each one by one adding to about 3,000 calories in one sitting~ My back rolls in some of their glory, up above. This is a before picture: ...aaaaand an after picture: I'd love to be a more active member, so let me know what your thoughts are ^.^ Stay lovely everyone~

Maisy Pinkerton was rueing how tough her day would be. It was seven o’clock in the morning, and she took advantage of the lull in custom at the beef hot dog stand to talk to Bethany, who was manning the grill behind her. They wouldn’t get a chance later on. It was the day of the big race, and the place would be packed to the rafters. “See? Look at that. Look at that fat.” Maisy cursed the little roll of pudge that had appeared from her reliance on the meaty stock as her lunch, and sometimes her dinner, as she compared bellies with her best friend. “I don’t want to show up for spring break with a rubber ring.” she lamented. “You won’t,” Bethany assured her, laughing as she let her shirt drift down. “It’s a month away – you’d have to eat so many hot dogs.” “Doubt it – I think my metabolism’s packing up on me. I can’t shift any of this.” Maisy fingered her friendship bracelet and jumped. Her belly button quivered a little. She grit her teeth. “Don’t panic,” Bethany said. “Panic makes you stress. Stress makes you fat.” “And fat makes me panic…ughh…” Maisy pulled down her shirt. “Face it, you’re gonna have to roll me to Panama City.” “Hey, I’m still heavier than you, don’t forget.” “Yeah, but you’re three inches taller.” Maisy was fairly tall herself for a girl, at five foot eight, belied by the rush of wavy blonde hair that flowed half way down her back. But at five foot eleven, Beth towered a head over most of the rest of the girls in their cheer squad at college. “Stop worrying. You’re still going to be the flyer when we get back to practice,” said Beth. She wrapped Maisy in a hug and lifted her off her feet. “See. You’re not heavy. You’re a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet.” “A hundred and thirty-five.” Maisy said lowly as she was squeezed. Those five pounds had crept on to her from three weeks ago. She was fearful of what the future would bring. She did not soon expect to be fearing for her life. “Oooh. Customer!” said Bethany. “Look alive.” Maisy turned with a prizewinning smile to the stocky man on the other side of the counter. She immediately recognised him as one of the drivers. “Two please, m’lady.” he garbled through his helmet. He slapped down a twenty dollar note. Beth went to work at the grill behind her. “Lotta sauce,” he called. “I like ‘em sloppy.” He turned his back, stuck a finger through his visor, scratched his greasy nose, then pushed something up against his ear. “Y’ello? Can’t hear ya, buddy. Speak up.” Maisy ducked beneath the counter for some napkins. “Are you alone?” she heard a voice say. Above her, the driver looked over his shoulder. “Uh-huh. Oh, howdy Marco…yeah, yeah, we’ve got it covered. Framed, fixed, rigged, ready to go.” “Excellent. The room’s clear. The rest is up to you.” “Yee-haw, whatever. When do I get my money?” There was a buzz of static, then a pause on the line. “When you win, Mick.” the Italian-flecked voice said quietly. “When you win.” Maisy paused as her hand found the napkins. She stood up slowly and received the hotdogs from Beth. Mick looked in the eye as he held a hand out for his snack, before she’d even put the sauce on. “Thanks darlin’.’” he mumbled. “You’re welcome.” she said, quietly. He broke his stare first as he turned to walk away. Maisy stared at his purple and green striped racing suit as he strode across the food court, his paces wide and fast. “Could you mind the counter a minute?” Maisy asked Beth. “I’m gonna go check something out.” “What?” “That guy.” “Slick Mick Ovett? Seriously? You’ve just turned twenty. He’s like, forty. And greasy and….eeeww.” “Not like that…” she muttered. “I think he’s up to something. Wait here.” Maisy pushed her hands down on the counter and vaulted over in a flash, landing with barely a tap on her tiptoes. She tailed Mick quietly, out of the food court and around to the garages. He crammed his first hot dog in through the gap in his helmet, then dropped the napkin on the floor. He looked over his shoulder. Maisy froze in her step, then in a move from something she’d seen on TV, she bent down and pretended to retie her shoelace. Mick paid no notice to her. He carried on walking to the garages, approaching the open bonnet of a stock car. Maisy hid behind the corner of a wall. He said something to the voice inside his helmet. Maisy presumed the red and white car with the number 50 was his as he leaned in and tinkered around the engine. Then he reached deep inside, rattled his gloved hand, and ripped out a wire. Maisy heard herself gulp. Something was definitely wrong. Mick looked over his shoulder again, then carried on walking. Maisy fished her phone out of her pocket, unlocked it, and opened the camera. She pointed it at him as he carried on walking. He approached another car – the number 10 – and brushed past it, nipping a back tire with his boot. Maisy heard a hiss as it deflated, capturing the whole moment on video. She guessed there was a metal edge along his shoes. Mick finished off the last of his second hotdog, then threw the waste in a trash can, along with the oily wire. When he was a safe distance away, Maisy pelted over to the trash can and held her phone over the bag. Mick strode over to the number 12. Maisy whipped her phone back around. There was someone working on the car, tinkering on a slider under the chassis. She half expected Mick to throw a cold-clocker when she watched him put a boot on the wooden board and pull the mechanic back, but instead they bumped fists. Mick stroked a greasy hand over the roof as they chatted to each other. It looked like that car was his. Maisy committed the number to memory. The oily driver laughed as he held out a hand and helped his crewmate to their feet. She was a full-figured woman. Her brown hair was tied in a messy bun, with the flyaways held back by her thick-rimmed glasses. Maisy watched her flip a wrench in the air and catch it, then plant a foot on the slider and skate to another stock car. Deftly for a girl of her size, she crouched down, put her back on the board and slid perfectly through the gap between the tires with a wide smile. There was a clang as the wrench made contact with something underneath the chassis. Slick Mick guffawed. Maisy closed her phone. She had all the evidence she needed to prove that Mick and his team were manipulating the Daytona 500. She bit her lip as she saw her phone’s charge was just 2%. She knew if it ran out before she could let the cops see it, she’d have to go home to charge it up. She wouldn’t have enough time to get them to stop Mick racing. On instinct she stepped out from behind the trash can. Maisy didn’t know much about cars, but she knew they were easily broken. She tiptoed on her skinny feet to the number 12 and dipped her hands inside the open bonnet, feeling around for the wire Mick ripped from the 50. She reckoned it’d buy her time, and give him a taste of his own medicine. Maisy found a wire, wrapped her fingers around it and pulled. It came out with surprising ease. But in her haste, her friendship bracelet rattled along the engine coolant reservoir. “What in tarnation?” Slick Mick wrenched off his helmet and stared at her. Maisy looked back, the wire curling in her hand. Her face was a mask. Mick dropped his helmet, reached into his pocket and with an infuriated sneer, he drew a pistol from inside his racing leathers. Maisy screamed. The dirty driver fired straight from the hip. The bullet flew over Maisy’s shoulder, ricocheted off the bonnet and sunk into the engine. Mick swore viciously and fired again. Maisy ducked as the second bullet bounced off the windscreen. She ran, her loose blonde hair flapping out behind her. A third bullet zipped past her feet. The pit crewmate scrabbled to get out from under the other car. Mick snarled and took off running while she screamed for him to stop. He still had four bullets left. He fired again as Maisy escaped the garages, and missed by inches. Maisy sprinted out into the open air, running for the stands of the Daytona International Speedway. It was hours before the 500 would start, so the waves of seats were empty. She didn’t know where to go. She didn’t know what to do. She kept running. She crossed the track, slid through the metal wires of the catch nets, leapt a barrier on the stands and charged up the steps to the thirtieth row. She jumped over another barrier and pumped her sinewy legs past Row 36. She turned to see if he was following her. Suddenly, Maisy lost her footing. Her ankle twisted awkwardly half-way up a step, and she tumbled backwards. Her head reeled as it collided with the concrete, and she screamed in agony as she fell head over heels, her twisted ankle thumping on a step edge once, then twice. She landed on top of it as she came to a halt at the bottom of the section, moaning in pain. A medic heard her cries and dashed out from her station in the stands to collect her. Maisy was crying. The medic administered a painkiller then radioed in for more help. Her ankle was fixed in place with splints, and two guys helped bear her into a stretcher. Maisy was taken to an ambulance waiting in the car park outside. She tried to look up from her reclined position just as she left the stands. Slick Mick was nowhere to be seen. Maisy was driven to the Florida Hospital Memorial Medical Center. She recovered from the shock, but the doctors informed her breaks in her ankle would take far longer to fix, since they were in two places. She was given a local anaesthetic and the broken bone fragments were realigned. Her leg was immobilised for the rest of the night, through to the following morning. It ached a lot after she woke up. News of her tumble got around fast. Bethany was her first visitor – she brought a giant bag of M&Ms, and they shared them as she filled her in on what had happened. Mick Ovett did not race – he had been found and arrested for reckless endangerment with a firearm. Maisy wanted him in the dock for attempted murder too, and game-fixing, and damage to property, but Beth said there’d be no need – the local police chief had assured her that from that and his past offences, he’d likely be jailed for a very long time. The chief himself was the next of her visitors. He took off his hat, revealing a balding head and introduced himself as Kevin Kint. He made to light a cigar, until one of the nurses reminded him that he was in a hospital. He smiled and put it away. “Might I request we be left alone together?” he asked them both. “Maisy and I have important matters to discuss.” They murmured their acquiescence and left the room. Kint immediately rekindled his cigar. “Maisy Pinkerton,” he said, shaking her hand through a gentle puff of smoke. “It’s a pleasure. I understand you’ve been through a great deal very recently. There may be things that you might not wish to discuss. But it’s vital at this stage that you let the police know everything that you remember about what happened that day.” “The first thing we need to know is, were there any other witnesses to the event?” Maisy thought back. “There was nobody with me,” she said. Her concussion had hazed her up memory. “Not after I started following him. There was a woman who saw it, a mechanic in his pit crew.” She gave him a physical description, noting the hair, glasses, the shape of her body. Kint took it all in, and nodded. “Did you acquire any evidence from the scene of the incident?” “I had a video on my phone…ughh…I wish I could show it to you. I smashed it when I fell down those stairs.” “I see.” said Kint. “That’s unfortunate. Was there anything else?” “There was this wire he ripped out of somebody’s car. It had these two plasticky parts on the ends.” “A spark plug wire,” Kint nodded. “What happened to it?” “He threw it in a trash can by the garages – I don’t think it’ll be there now. Someone will have taken out all the trash after the race yesterday.” “Yes. A pity. So that’s all there was?” “That’s all I can think of. There’s just what I saw…and what I heard. Mick was getting messages from a guy through the radio in his helmet. I think he was telling him what to do. Who to sabotage.” Kint pursed his lips. He took a long puff on his cigar. Then he took a seat, and sighed. “That’s the main thing I’ve come to talk to you about, Maisy. We’ve reason to believe that Mick Ovett was in contact with a criminal organisation. A crime family, known as the Trafficones, led by a man known as the Commissioner. They have rogue business interests all over Florida, and plenty around Daytona. Because of what’s happened, and because of your involvement…we think you’re now in terrible danger.” Maisy’s face paled. “What are they going to do to me?” she asked. “That’s dependent on whether they find you,” Kint answered. “And I promise, they won’t find you if you enter our witness protection service. It would mean changing your name, changing your address and moving into a safe house, but the benefit’s right there. You’ll be kept safe, Maisy, for as long as it takes until the danger goes away. Then we’ll take you straight home.” He reached down, pulled up a briefcase and opened it up. “We’ve already done a lot of work to establish your new identity. Your name will be Hannah Selles. You’ll live in Eldora – it’s a little town not far from here. There is a lady there who hosts lodgers, and who’ll be happy to have you around as long as you’re happy there. You’ll be able to keep up with your classes at UCF. But you won’t be able to come back here until we’re resolutely sure that the threat to your life is gone. Do you understand?” “Yes.” Maisy said. “And whatever happens, whatever you say or do, you must not talk about what happened to you before the race. You never know who might be listening. Got that?” “Got it.” said Maisy. “Excellent,” said Kint. “I’ll be back to collect you when your ankle’s healed up. If you need me, or you think you’re in trouble, call 911. We’ll do whatever it takes.” The police installed a guard outside Maisy’s room to monitor her visitors. He wore thick black glasses, and he never spoke to her. The only time she saw anything other than the back of his head from the window was the morning of the next day, when he brought over a box of a dozen Bubbunut donuts ‘courtesy of the force’, as the note read on the box. She had those to eat along with her hospital meals, plus sweets from Beth, homemade cake slices from her mom, and a colossal ‘Get Well Soon’ cake moulded in the shape of the tri-oval from NASCAR, with her name and a kind message written in icing on the centre. Maisy was certainly well-fed throughout her week-long stay – an ankle break usually meant one or two days in hospital, but the extent of the damage warranted an extra five on top. The lack of physical activity left her tetchy at first, but food was an ample way to stave off her boredom. And there was certainly plenty of food around. It was of little surprise to Beth to see her friend a little larger on her last day. She gave Maisy’s jelly belly a teasing poke. Her finger sunk almost to an inch. “Well, you might not be able to make it to Panama, but I’m glad to see you’re enjoying yourself.” she said, smirking. “Errr…you did this to me,” said Maisy. She breathed in, briefly finding the flat tummy of her former self, then breathed out, letting her puffy belly roll back. “Can’t you blame yourself?” Beth protested. “You’re the one who sat there and ate it all.” “Heh. I didn’t have much of a choice.” Maisy said, smiling, giving her tummy a pat. “Your fault, leaving me alone with chocolate…I think I heard the nurses say I’ve nearly put on a stone.” “Hey, look on the plus side,” Beth said. “Your boobs are bigger.” Maisy nudged her chin down, looked at her and smirked. “Really? You think?” “Yeah…I think it suits you, having more to play with. Don’t tell me you haven’t had a feel already?” “Err…no. Not with four-eyes outside the door.” Maisy said, shivering. “He gives me the creeps.” “Really? You mean Jojo? He gives me bubblegum.” “Jojo?” Maisy inquired. “It’s Giovanni, or something. He’s cool. You should take your top off and show him, it’ll really brighten up his day.” Before Maisy could grace that comment with a reply, a nurse informed Beth her time was up and escorted her away. Chief Kint returned that afternoon, and Maisy said goodbye to her parents from the bed. They wrapped her in a soft hug together, and told her to be strong like always. Her mom promised she’d keep her supported, since Maisy couldn’t go back to her job, while her dad pledged to keep her pet Bichon Frise company while she was away. Bethany’s goodbye after she walked out of the hospital on crutches left her nearly in tears, but she was sure they’d see each other again soon after spring break. She’d been told UCF had another location in Eldora – she’d be out of the scope of regular campus life, but they’d be able to keep in touch. Maisy’s parents helped pack her stuff into the boot and back seats of Kint’s cop car, and in the early hours of the morning he drove her from the hospital to her new home. Eldora was a pretty place – palm trees lined clean and tidy streets, and the houses were all pearly white. The house Maisy had been offered to stay in was bigger than her old home, with a wide porch and a grove of orange trees in the back yard. A plump old lady with a big grey perm answered the door when Kint knocked, and immediately invited the three of them in for milk and fresh-baked cookies, straight from the oven. Her name, as Kint told Maisy, was Anne Gretel. “Hannah, pumpkin, it’s so lovely to have you here!” she beamed, embracing her in a hug. Maisy was confused for a moment, until she remembered she had a new name now, as well as a new home. “Call me Annie. Grannie Annie, if you like, your Grandma number three. I’ve got a room upstairs right and ready just for you. Let me show you around!” Maisy took a tour of the house, hobbling around on her crutches. Her room was the most spacious in the house; the bed was a double, warm soft and inviting. The living room featured a huge plasma television, which made a strange contrast with the dated but plush-looking furniture. The kitchen was wide and sparkly. Annie opened the cupboards. They were stocked to the top with goodies – potato chips, chocolate bars, cakes and biscuits, box after box of Twinkies… “I wondered what your favourites were and I just couldn’t decide,” Annie told her. “I thought I’d go the whole hog and have fun figurin’ out!” Maisy smiled. She decided she’d like it here. The following morning Maisy got herself acclimatised with the rest of the town. Eldora had a bus service, and the lone driver was a kindly fellow who offered to pick her up from the sidewalk even before she’d hobbled anywhere near the stop. He’d find her whenever she was walking by and give her the ride to the plaza never for any more than fifty cents. Maisy noted that everything was really cheap in Eldora. Especially the food. Maisy put her crutches to one side, and then scrolled through her phone as she waited for her pizza at one of the local pizzerias. She looked out for messages from Bethany, but couldn’t find any. She was a little sad that she’d have to miss out on spring break, but with crutches, a foot in a cast and nascent new love handles, she reasoned that perhaps it was for the best. Bethany assured her that the next year would always be better. Maisy made pains to avoid calling her during the week she was in PCB – not out of any ill will, but because she knew hearing the inevitable tales about the wild partying from a bed in a sleepy little town miles and miles away would only make her feel worse. She kept off Facebook too, to avoid the inevitable flood of photos of towels and sand, cool cocktails and bronzed bodies lying in the sun. She visited just once, biting her lip as she saw a blissful crowd of tanned, toned bellies, and miserably compared them with her own – thicker, paler, rounder, doughier. She gave her flesh a soft, sad pat. She logged out, and had a thought to create an all new Facebook account, under her new name. It’d help her keep in touch with the friends she’d make in Eldora. She entered her details, then flipped her phone to take a profile picture of her on the couch. It took twenty tries before she settled on one she was relatively happy with. She rued the chubbiness of her cheeks, the little pocket of flesh that formed under her chin as she looked at the camera, smiling. Annie’s irresistible southern cooking – her fried chicken, her pork loin steaks, her wicked weekly barbecues – was taking its toll. Maisy Pinkerton had been skinny, slender and fit. Hannah Selles, it seemed, was blooming into a chubby young woman. For however much longer, Maisy was irksomely unsure. In a town with a pizzeria, a burger bar and an ice cream parlour – but no gym – Maisy could only sit, eat and sigh. She knew her body was softening in her slow recovery. Arms that were tense with twine like muscles now wobbled a little when she tried to make her biceps bulge. Legs that once carried a lithe figure now carried weight – fat weight – above them and around them. Maisy was pining for a return to jogging on the beach, to shift the rubbing sensation she was feeling between her thighs when she hobbled from her comfy bed in the mornings. But that required an all-clear from the doctor on her ankle. To measure her progress healing, she had an appointment with him every two weeks. But much to her dissatisfaction, the only progress she seemed to be making was found on the reader above the little white square on the floor. “One hundred and sixty-nine pounds,” the doctor said, writing the number in his notes. Three other numbers were in the margins of a file page that bore her name, each a little higher than the last. “That’s a gain of eight pounds since your last visit.” Maisy grimaced. She fingered the roll of flesh that hung over her underpants, bought a size larger than what she normally wore. She thought most of the weight had gone to her belly, but then looked down at her legs. Fat was beginning to cocoon around her knees. “Err…how soon can I go running again?” she asked, flinching a little. “Judging by your most recent bone scans, not for another month,” the doctor said. “And that’s dependent on you allowing yourself time to rest, Hannah. I can see you’ve been putting excessive stress on fractures that haven’t fully healed yet. You need to stop exercising on your leg.” “But I have stopped exercising,” Maisy said. “It’s my…it’s my weight gain doing this. I’m getting heavier and heavier because I’m moving less, because of my ankle. But it’s hurting my ankle anyway.” “Then you need to stop moving it completely,” said the doctor. “You need to give it some proper rest. No exercising. No long walks. Prop it up in bed, and maybe it’ll have chance to recover from the stress.” Maisy wondered if she’d recover from her stress, of spending the next day cooped up on the couch, feeling her fitness further go to waste. The only distractions from her pointless self-criticism were television and food. She asked Annie for ice cream; her theory was that dairy would help her recovery, as milk was good for the bones. The little old lady put on her apron, and a while later wowed her with a huge triple milk chocolate sundae, smothered in whipped cream. The day after that, Maisy asked for another, and she soon fell into the routine of having one after every dinner, She’d have a chocolate milkshake when she relaxed on the porch through the warmth of noon, a hot chocolate and cream before bed, cookies and milk after breakfast in the morning. However fast her bones were getting stronger from all the extra milk she couldn’t really tell, for the other effects of her excessive dairy consumption were becoming increasingly apparent. Maisy’s shinier smile was becoming ever more laced with concern as she lathered her body in the shower every morning. She realised there was more of herself to soap up and scrub, more flesh to rub and dry, then slide into her clothes. Her jeans were feeling pinchy, so she forewent them on the morning of her thirtieth day of rest in favour of her underwear and an oversized tee. Annie was out, so she made herself a hearty breakfast on the grill, then slaked her thirst with two big glasses of milk. Maisy retrieved a big pack of mini chocolatey brownies from the top of the cupboard and opened them on the couch. Two by two, she popped them in her mouth. The Florida sun was shining through the windows, and her treats were beginning to melt in her hands. Undaunted, Maisy simply sped up her consumption as her eyes remained fixed to the TV. She scowled as the chocolate smeared over her cheeks as she ate – a little dropped on to her shirt, a little more on her thighs. She stuck out her tongue to lick it off her nose, then Annie arrived back and bustled into the living room. Her eyes shone when she saw Maisy. “Gosh, darling, I didn’t recognise you a moment there. My, my, haven’t you blossomed?” Maisy’s thicker cheeks flushed red as she smiled. Is it that noticeable already? she wondered. “Err…hello to you too, Annie.” “My, my, those college boys ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em. C’mere, let me get a look at you.” Maisy’s awkward smile stayed plastered to her face, like the chocolate, which was all over her hands too. Wanting to avoid smearing it on the upholstery she tried to stand up with using the armrests. She immediately flopped back down. Maisy felt her belly jiggle, then jiggle some more as Annie hoisted her up off the couch from her elbows. “Oooh, my gorgeous girl’s gotten so healthy. Heck, it’s like someone rigged you up to a garden hose and turned the pressure on high. Just like the cheaters do to the pumpkins at the state fair. Do you want waffles? I brought you some waffles.” “I’ve err…I’ve just had cookies.” Maisy said sheepishly. “Oh, give them a try. They’re delicious. You don’t want ‘em when they’re cold now, do you?” Maisy reluctantly had her waffles. Caving to the sweet homely tastes she had bacon sandwiches, a milkshake, steak, another sundae and another box of cookies all before she saw the doctor again the next morning. Once more she tripped to her underclothes in his office, though this time she did so slowly. Her pinchy jeans had left marks on her sides, and her shirt was bunching her boobs uncomfortably. The regular scan on her ankle was performed, and the doctor returned with a readout. “Good news,” he chimed. “You’re well on the road to recovery. You’ve no new fractures, your old ones are fixed up, and your breaks are finally unbroken.” “Yes!” Maisy shouted with a joyful bounce. “Does that mean I can run again?” “If you really want to, you’ll have to take it easy. It’s still early days.” the doctor said. “Don’t go too far or too fast. And don’t over-exert yourself. In your present condition, I wouldn’t recommend any more than thirty minutes of physical activity. Per week.” Maisy frowned. “Well…it’s something, I guess.” she said. Her hand massaged her belly softly, then she gave it a slap. It rippled, far more than what she would have allowed. Catching the doctor’s eye, she nervously pulled down the hem of her shirt. “Miss Selles…if you’d mind me asking this question…” he said. “How have you been keeping with your weight?” “Umm…fine, I think,” Maisy said. “I might have put on a few more pounds. Is that bad?” “It’s perfectly normal for patients that have suffered debilitating skeletal damage to gain weight over the course of their treatment.” he said. “But you’re a special case, and from looking at you now after last month…let’s say I feel a few pounds may be an understatement. Would you mind stepping on the scale?” “Oh. Um…not at all.” Maisy said. She bit her lip. These were words that she was not used to hearing. She stood by the scale, then tentatively stepped on, a finger pursed over her concerned pout. “A hundred and ninety nine pounds.” the doctor read. “Okay, Hannah, take a seat.” Maisy stepped off and planted her bottom on the cold steel of a chair. It spread over the smooth surface. She felt rather rotund. “You’ve put on thirty pounds since the last time we saw each other,” the doctor explained. “Like I said, it’s perfectly normal for people in your situation to put on weight.” Maisy nodded. “But this has come on quite rapidly, and unfortunately, it does look like you’ve ventured into overweight territory. You’re two stones above the upper line of what a girl your height and age should ideally be.” “Okay” Maisy said, unblinkingly. “There are steps you can take to help reduce your weight, but you don’t need the whole shebang. You were in great shape before your accident. I’m confident you’ll be able to get your body back to how it was. If you’d like to book another appointment in a month’s time to measure your progress, that’d be fine.” “Sure.” mumbled Maisy. She arranged a date, thanked him without looking him in the eye and left, hastily. With her ankle fixed, Maisy could walk normally again. But the bounce was gone from her step. She walked out the doctors red-faced, painfully aware of her softly shifting paunch, and the rolls that squished over her hips as her legs shifted. I broke my ankle. I’ve been out of training a while. It’s normal. Just like he said. Normal. As she felt her breaths begin to shorten, she began to wonder just how normal suddenly being thirty pounds overweight really was. It felt completely alien to her. A little chubbiness she could tolerate – an extra cup size, a smoother curve around her hips. But this, she knew, was fatness. This was pinchy, jiggly, pot-bellied fatness. Maisy decided there and then that something had to be done. She couldn’t go back home to her parents, to college, to work as a fat girl. Out on the sidewalk she tied up her hair and broke into a run. Her little feet pounded the street in their sneakers, aching from lack of recent use. Her softly swinging belly began to hop and bounce over the waistband of her sweats. I’ll do the circuit the bus does Maisy decided. I think it’s three miles. Just an easy-peasy three miles. Her body felt like it’d gotten to the three mile mark after just three hundred metres. It felt like years since she’d last done some running. Sweat emerged from under her arms, under her neck, and around her wobbly paunch. As she got close to Annie’s house, Maisy felt a stitch throbbing along her side. She clutched herself as she hobbled on, pressing into the fat. Annie was out on the porch, wearing big pink baking gloves. She gave her a wave. “Is that you darling?” she called. “You’re right on time, I’ve got poundcake in the oven!” Maisy groaned as her aches and pains brought her to a plod. The last thing she needed in her condition was more cake. “Whatcha say, you comin’ in?” Annie asked her. “Sure…Annie,” Maisy huffed. She put her hands on her knees and looked out to the road in front of her. “I’ll have some right after…right after I take a shower.” She pushed back the loose strands of her sweaty hair and hobbled inside, feeling breathless and weak. She didn’t want to give up so easily. But the doctor did say take it easy, after all she told herself. You’ve run a mile, almost. That’s worth a slice of cake, right? Maisy’s belly gurgled. She did feel hungry. “I’ve got whipped cream and chocolate sauce too. I’ll leave it in your room” Annie chimed. “Great,” Maisy puffed. “Thanks….ughhh…” She passed the kitchen on the way to her room, stripped off her clothes, showered, then slumped on the bed in a dressing gown. She spooned herself cake, numbly, as she nursed out the cramp in her soft thighs. Maisy decided to finish off her three miles the day after next. She wanted just a little more rest.

https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/kqfjohnz6uakyz_6ayeezw/a-day-of-gluttony Short interactive text adventure from the perspective of a feedee. Male or female players. Have fun!

Hello, I've started a new weight gain story and I thought that some people here might enjoy it... If you would be interested in my other stories, you can check them here https://333blebleble333.deviantart.com/ A bit of a belly I stepped on a scale. I had to crane my neck just slightly in order to see the numbers on the scale over the curve of my belly. “Yep, it has happened at last.” It was destined to come and now… Now the time has finally come apparently. I’ve been dancing around it, nearing to that significant point, for a while. Today is the day, I’m officially two hundred pounds. For some people, most girls I know, it would be a reason to freak out, but not for me. After all I accepted my fate long ago. It would be stupid not to, I knew myself too well for that. I was a glutton and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. And if it meant I would have to carry around a bit of a belly, so be it. My soft, round and squishy tummy, that seemed to steal almost every extra pound for itself, was here to stay and I was cool with it. I’d even go so far and say that it looked sexy and sometimes at night I couldn’t keep my hands of it. I started getting fat, because let’s face it, 200 means pretty fat, about five years ago. My parents were getting divorced back then and as an only child with no one to turn to I took it pretty badly. I started to seek comfort in food, which obviously resulted in couple extra pounds. At the time I didn’t quite achieve as much of self-acceptance as I have now and was pretty bummed about it. My classmates weren’t really the most compassionate and mocked me because of those extra few pounds without showing any sign of mercy. I’ve never really understood why people do it. Does it make them feel better about themselves? Do they get pleasure from seeing their peers broke into tears? Anyway… It only sent me to look for joy hidden in a carton of ice-cream. Back then however I was more determined to stay slim and so I tried to burn off the extra calories. Because of that the damage to my body turned up a lot smaller than it could have been. It took me a couple of months before I finally realized how much I actually enjoyed eating. I wasn’t resisting the urge to eat, never denying myself anything, but I did spend plenty of time exercising. For a long time I was trying to balance the larger income of calories with burned off calories, but I was failing. A pound here and another there… Eventually I gave up. Why would I kept torturing myself to stay thin, if it didn’t even work that well? It was only prolonging the inevitable. A knock on the bathroom door brought me back into present. “Hurry up! You’re gonna be late!” My mother’s high pitched voice sounded clearly through the door. “Give me a second, I’ll be right there!” I shouted in annoyance. “I can’t even have moment for myself…” I mumbled under my breath. Today was the first day of my last year of high school. And there I stood in all of my two hundred pound glory, clad in my tighter-than-I-remembered clothes. My belly strained the top as it stuck out farther than my B-cups filling breasts. I struggled to button my jeans, having to suck in my stomach with all of my might, before finally succeeding. The time to go shopping was looming closer as the pants gave me a solid muffin top. I tied my long blonde hair into a ponytail and swaying my curvy hips from side to side, I walked out of the bathroom. The wonderful aroma of frying butter filled my nostrils and I followed it into the kitchen without hesitation. In the kitchen I was greeted with a plate of pancakes stacked up high just waiting to be devoured. I landed my lovely shaped bottom upon the chair, filling its seat nicely, and without further ado I drowned the pancakes in syrup. “Is that going to be enough, Liz? I can always make you more pancakes.” I looked at the mountain of pancakes before nodding. “I’m sure, I’ll have enough.” I already knew where all those pancakes will end up. I patted my evergrowing belly. In a way my parent’s divorce was the best thing that could happen to me. I know how weird it sounds, but it is how it is. Officially I lived with my mom, but since my dad lived less than 15 minutes away, I spent pretty much the same amount of time with both of them. And they were pampering me beyond measure. They did whatever they thought could to sway me to their side. I was sure I would have heard by now about how bad my eating habits were otherwise. Making my way through the massive breakfast I thought about how great it was that Kurt, my mom’s boyfriend, has already left. Kurt was… not very handsome, nor was he rich. He frowned all the time, disgruntled and I wasn’t sure if I ever saw him smile. I honestly didn’t know what mom saw in him. Sometimes I wondered if the only reason she got together with him was because she was too afraid to end up alone. I knew that with her great looks, her wide feminine hips that I inherited and the above average bosom that I unfortunately wasn’t blessed with, mom could definitely find someone much, much better. I let out a long, satisfied sigh, while rubbing the outwardly expanded stomach. The mountain was conquered and all the pancakes found their way inside my distinctive middle. The weird thing was that I could go for a bit more. Even I was occasionally surprised by my growing appetite. Although my jeans were without a doubt happy there wasn’t any more, because the button groaned under the pressure as it was. It held, at least for now. It would have been delightful if I could just waste my time between meals as I did throughout the entire summer, but I knew I had to get going. Reluctantly I rose to my full height of 5 and half feet and headed out of the intimacy of my mother’s apartment. I didn’t have many friends, but it didn’t bother me. Going out wasn’t really my idea of having fun, I much rather stayed at home, playing video games or watching movies while snacking intensely. The one close friend I did have was Becca. Three years ago, when we first met, we didn’t become instant friends, but since neither of us really fitted with the rest of our classmates, we were sort of pushed together. As unwilling as we were at first, it only made sense, for obvious outsiders like us, to stick together rather than drift through the high school jungle on our own. It came as a pleasant surprise when we found out how much we had in common. I remembered well the girl I met three years ago. Becca was just five feet tall and as skinny as a girl can possibly be, without being down right anorexic. I recalled how shy and uncomfortable she was around people back then or how she struggled with her lack of self-esteem. A lot can change in three years. She was a prime example of that. “Liz!” I heard Becca’s familiar voice coming from a far. I looked around, but I couldn’t see her. “Hey, Liz!” Becca’s voice sounded behind me, much closer this time. I turned around just in time to find myself on the receiving end of an enthusiastic hug. Two soft orbs pressed against my protruding gut and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around my body, squeezing the life out of me. “C-can’t breathe.” After what felt like an eternity, Becca finally let me escape from her deadly embrace and I could finally take a look at my best friend who I haven’t seen in two months. In the past three years Becca developed in more than one way. She… gained some weight. I couldn’t help but feel a bit responsible for that. It wasn’t as if I forced her to eat more or anything, but hanging out with me, she surely caught a thing or two from me. Some days it almost looked as if she was intentionally trying to keep up with me, as if we were in some sort of a competition. Of course, I would have won every time. The extra weight… Honestly it looked great on her! She developed into somewhat of a top heavy hourglass and I had to admit she looked hot as hell. Looking at her now, I could barely believe my eyes. She looked huge! Well, her juggs did. From my position I couldn’t really judge anything apart from her breasts but, that was enough. Her shirt clung tightly to her form, with outlines of her bra clearly visible. And clearly inadequate! Becca’s boobs were spilling over the cups of her too small bra. Apparently I wasn't the only one who gained couple of pounds over the summer. Apart from the changes to her body in last three years she developed a habit of dying her hair crazy colors. The vibrant blue hair falling past her shoulders proved there hasn’t been a change in this matter during the summer. To be fair for her it was pretty conservative in comparison with some of her previous creations. Becca buried her finger into an exposed skin of my belly, my shirt must have ridden up without me noticing. “Hey, buddy,” Becca started to talk with my protruding middle. “You certainly look like you had great summer!” She grabbed it with both of her hands and shook my soft, jiggly belly. “Hey, stop playing with my fat!” I slapped her hand and pulled down my shirt. “There’s more than enough of it for both of us now, it’s not my fault you couldn’t keep your ass out of the fridge.” Becca said giggling. “Like you’re the one to talk… Look at those tits of yours!” I pointed at her bosom that quivered with her every slight move. Becca straighten her back and thrust her well-endowed chest forward proudly. “Oh, you like them? Could you believe I can’t even fit them in G cups anymore?” Becca bragged shamelessly. I could only stare at her wobbling chest with a badly hidden envy. The day at school went as slow as first school days usually go. The unending administrational bullshit, we’ve all heard at least thousand times before, kept going on and on and by the time anything worthy of knowing came around, my mind was already too dull to really pay any attention. Throughout the day my head felt heavier and heavier until finally it felt too heavy to be supported by my hand and I lay it down on my desk. I drifted into sleep. I jumped in my seat, sending my flabby middle into motion, when a hand touched my shoulder. Sleepily I started to look around. “You were really asleep, weren’t you?” Becca giggled. “Come on, the class is over and it’s time for lunch.” At the mention of lunch my stomach growled hungrily. “I could definitely eat something. I wonder what they have in cafeteria today…” I said, rising to my feet. “Weren’t you at all listening today? The cafeteria is closed and it will be for a couple of weeks. We’ll have to go somewhere else.” “Oh, crap!” I cursed. “Is there anything close by, where we could go?” “I don’t really know… Well, I just realized, there’s one of those all you can eat type of buffets, I think!” “You know, I’ve never been in one of those before… Isn’t it expensive?” I asked, before stretching my back. The motion lifted my shirt, exposing my round belly to the world. Fortunately we were all alone. Becca poked my gut. “I’m sure we can get our money’s worth!” “Me? Sure! I don’t if you will be up to the challenge, though.” I smiled at her provocatively. “What?! I bet I can eat more than you!” “Maybe in your dreams! Where would you even put that much food?” Now it was my time to poke her middle, which was completely overshadowed by her sizeable assets. My finger sunk into more soft flesh than I expected. The place where we would get our sustenance was decided and so Becca lead the way to the buffet. While we were walking we were catching up on stuff we didn’t manage during recesses. Our conversation mostly consisted of shows and video games we watched and played, throughout the summer. Upon entering the buffet we were immediately struck by a combination of various delightful smells, making my mouth water and sending my mind into overdrive. Without hesitation we started to pile up our plates with food. I wasn’t even paying much attention to what I was putting on my plate, focusing more on how much I could fit on it. We sat down in a booth with our equally overfilled plates and started shoveling the food into our awaiting mouths. “Loser brings the desserts.” Becca announced. With my mouth preoccupied with chewing I acknowledged it by nodding. “Make sure you’ll bring me enough.” I said after I swallowed the large mouthful. Mere moments have passed and I was on my way for the first refill. Becca was right behind me. Plate after plate I made my way through the meals the buffet offered. Amazingly enough Becca was always just one step behind me. I was getting quite full myself when she finally conceded. I raised my hands in victory, and laughed in delight. “I was only just getting started!” I lied, rubbing salt in the wounds. In reality I was relieved I wouldn’t have to eat much more. With loud POP the button flew away from my jeans, my belly immediately surging forward into the newly created space. “Oops! Guess I’ll have to go shopping sooner than I planned!” I proclaimed with laughter. Becca obviously wasn’t very happy about the outcome of our little competition, but this put a mild smile on her face. Reluctantly Becca rose to her feet and headed for food one last time in order to bring me the dessert I won. To be honest I kinda wished she wouldn’t. “Are you insane?!” I almost shouted staring with widened eyes on the plate before me. “I thought you were only getting started.” Becca replied, her voice dripping with faked innocence. “Yeah, but… That doesn’t mean I can eat this huge cheesecake! Can you even imagine how many calories this thing has?!” “I’d never thought you of all people will be counting calories…” “Me neither! That’s how insane it is!” To be honest I was extremely tempted to try eating the whole thing, but the other side of me, the rational one, screamed at me not to dare. For once I was listening to it. “If you’ll manage to eat it, I’ll… I’ll buy you new jeans!” Becca challenged me. That actually was an interesting proposal. The biggest reason why I didn’t update my wardrobe prior to this was my financial situation. Well, it wasn’t as if I didn’t have any money, but my daily snacks were getting more expensive every few weeks. “Alright, I’ll do it.” Still hesitant I picked up first slice of the cheesecake and took a bite. “Well, cover me in gravy and call me a biscuit! You really did it!” Becca exclaimed in disbelief. I leaned back in my seat and tried to get a bit more comfortable. It was obviously impossible with how much food I just crammed inside of me. My gut was bloated and rested on my thighs. I wanted to say something but the only thing that came out when I opened my mouth was a loud burp. I looked across the table at Becca and blushed. For some reason I couldn’t get the image of Becca covered in gravy out of my head.

I'd just like to introduce myself briefly. Like the name implies, I love to stuff my self until my belly looks like I swallowed a balloon, or just strate up inflate it. I'm a huge foodie and feedee, sometimes bordering on gluttony. I'm also trying to gain some weight to get up to 160 to 180lbs. I'm hoping I can fit right into here.

"Are you excited to movie Jessie?" I asked my best friend. I still couldn't believe she was going to leave to start college. The time went by so fast. "Yeah I'm pretty excited that'll I'll be living with my sister. I can help her with her pregnancy so that's is pretty exciting but I really will miss you." "I'll miss you too jessie but I know we will stay in touch." I told her and we said our good byes with a hug and a few tears. *The rest of the story will be told through Jessie's perspective I was finally in Louisiana after a 16 hour drive. I was so excited to see my older sister. She's the only reason I chose to go to school out here. I had vistited a few times but now I was living here. Such a change from the southwest. "Jessie!! Ahhh you're finally here. I'm so excited. I missed you so much" Jordan came running up to me with open arms. "Jordan!!! Wow you look so cute with your little baby bump!" "Aw thanks sis! Although it's a little bigger than it should be but that's what I get for getting into cooking and baking as I become pregnant" she said laughing "It's not that big. You've probably only gained 15 pounds or so! I think you look cute!" "well I'm only 3 months pregnant and I've already gained 30 pounds. I'm like 135 now! But wow look at you! You look so healthy right now! Where did that ass come from?! You were near aneroxic last time I saw you." "Yeah I started going to the gym and eating more. So good by to the 100 pound skinny jessie and hello to the 125 jessie with a botty. Luckily it's all good weight and went to my ass! Although if the food is as good as I remember and your cooking is as good as it smells I might have to start working out harder." It was true the food there was so amazing and my sisters cooking smelled amazing. She really must have a knack for it. She was gaining pregnancy weight quick. It was weird seeing Jordan with boobs. They were near C's where they had been small B's before. I walked into the kitchen where she had dinner prepared. No wonder she was gaining so quick. Jordan had burgers, mac and cheese, hot dogs, baked potatoes, and so much more. Not to mention all the desert. Pie, cake and brownies. "Wow Jordan why so much food?! We can't eat all that" "well I really enjoy cooking and I wanted to impress my little sister. Plus I enjoy eating it" So we dug in and finished a good amount. Jordan had quite the appetite now. And mine was bigger than expected. Watching her eat was making me want to eat more and I was enjoying it. I had a buger, two hot dogs, and large serving of the sides and one of each desert. Jordan probably doubled that. If I keep this up I'll end up blowing up like a blimp. "Wow Jordan that really was good! If I wasn't so full I'd go on a jog. I don't want to gain the freshman 15 before the year even starts." "well I'm just glad you enjoyed it jess and yeah you'll have to watch that waist line with me around. I can't control my cravings! There will always be food around as long as I'm pregnant!" So the next few weeks went in a similar fashion. Where every meal was large and I ate more than I ever use to always feeling to tired or full to do anything afterwards. I had really come to enjoy eating especially my sisters food. "Hey jessie?! Can you come read this number? I can't read it under my stomach." "149" "hmm at least I'm not 150 yet but i really am gaining fast. 14 pounds in 4 weeks! But I love eating and having you here is making it even more fun! I wonder if you gave gained jessie?" "well lets check! It was 125 when I get here and hmm let's see what it is now.... 133! Geez I'm gonna end up getting fat! I should work out but you're food is so much better plus I like being around to help you around the house while you're pregnant." "Aw thanks sis! Are you hungry?"

‘She is perfect! What kind of a name would fit a woman so absolutely stunningly beautiful?! Look at the way she walks, each step visibly labored and heavy as she shuffles through the aisles.’ Her legs were huge, each thigh stretching on for what seemed like miles, the fat pressing tightly against the leggings that were stretched to the point of near transparency. Jake continued to admire the beautiful girl, subtly stalking her through the store. He watched as she ambled down the aisles, her thighs rolling past each other the soft fat having nowhere to go but to fold over itself as she waddled. ‘Excellent choice!’ Jakes says to himself as he sees her pick up 2 boxes of pastries from the bread aisle, begin to walk away only to turn back and grab a few more boxes. He walks toward her in the aisle, pretending to glance at the food on the shelves, his cart noticeably bare. The beautiful behemoth had captured his attention only a minute or two after he had entered the store, and instead of continuing with his shopping he had been watching her do hers. She was perfect. He could see her prominent belly as it stretched the fabric on her top and pants, her belly was visible through the stretched fabric of her leggings, and he could see how it rested heavily against her thighs, bouncing and jiggling as she moved. ‘She must weigh at least 600 pounds!’ He thinks to himself as he tries to subtly eye the beauty, pretending to browse the options on the shelves, he picked up various items and pretended to look at the labels, his attention however was completely focused on the enormously obese woman just a few feet away. She had a round face with very feminine features. Her soft pouty lips were very full and a nice shade of red, her eyes were small, her full cheeks appeared to be encroaching on the openings, causing her eyes to take on a slight almond shape. Her skin was a soft tan color, looking almost blemish free. “Its not any good…” came a soft, sweet voice, suddenly Jake panicked, the woman was talking… and… to him? He felt his face get hot, like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Eh… erm… Im sorry what?” Jake replied, trying to get a foothold in the conversation and figure out what the beautiful girl was talking about. “The jelly silly! That new flavor isn’t good… not nearly as sweet as jelly should be!” Jake noticed a slight breathiness to her speech, waddling around the store left her noticeably winded jake realized, trying to forget the thought as soon as it entered attempting to avoid any undue embarrassment that an untimely erection would bring. Only then did Jake notice the ‘Limited time only!’ printed in bright red letters in the corner of the jar he was holding. “Oh… uh okay! Thanks for the heads up!” Jake replied, trying to act natural, and trying to give the impression that he had actually been genuinely interested in the quality of the jelly. “No problem!” came the quick reply before the woman began waddling away to continue her shopping. Likely to forget about the guy she warned about the jelly in just a few minutes. But Jake couldn’t think of anything to say as he watched the woman walk away, her ass cheeks visibly jiggling with each footfall. “So… you like jelly, huh?” ‘What the hell are you thinking jake, what was that?!’ Jake immediately panicked to himself as the words left his lips. ‘You like jelly?’ what kind of a stupid question is that? He watched as she turned around, watching her body move was majestic, each roll finding a new place to settle as she turned. “Hehe… Yea! I like anything that tastes sweet! Can’t you tell?!” Came the reply as the girl patted her massive belly for emphasis… the girl was so candid it caught Jake off guard. “Of course! Er…. I mean no…. ermm.. “ Jake struggled to respond, any charm he had once possessed went straight out the window as soon as the girl smiled at him and rubbed the soft fat of her belly. “Its okay hun, i’m fat! there’s no use denying it!” The girl responded, giggling at Jake’s nervous reply. “Well, you’re also really beautiful, there’s no denying that either!” Jake responded, trying to match the girl’s surprising cheeriness, while also finding a little bit of his charisma that the girl had blown away. “Oh my goodness! That's so nice, its been awhile since someone paid me such a genuine compliment!” she responded, practically radiating as she smiled with both her eyes and her mouth, revealing a beautiful smile of radiant white teeth. “You are very welcome! What’s your name by the way, if I don’t at least learn the name of such a beautiful girl I’ll be kicking myself for the rest of the day!” Jake smiled at the girl, his heart racing as he tried to maintain his composure. Was this really happening, he was actually talking to the large and lovely lady who had captured his attention. “You are just the sweetest guy I’ve ever met! I’m Sarah, what’s your name handsome?” Sarah replied, brushing a loose strand of hair that had made its way into her field of view, smiling a flirtatious smile as she did so. “I’m Jake, its really great to meet you!” He said, offering the beautiful girl his hand, which she reciprocated. He watched as she lifted her arm toward him, the fat that hung from her bicep jiggling as she did so. Jake couldn’t help but notice how soft and full her hand was, her skin felt like heaven. It seemed like her hands hadn’t done any sort of work in her life, the skin soft as a baby’s bottom. “Its great to meet you too!” Sarah responded giggling, and looking away, Jakes admiring gaze causing her to lose her composure for a second. “Hey look, this might be a little forward, but I think you are just absolutely stunning, and If I don’t at least ask I’ll never forgive myself.. So here goes, how would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” Jake made his move, if he would ever have a shot at this beautiful massive girl, this was it. Sarah smiled as Jake asked the question, her heart fluttering. She’d never been asked on a real date before. Aside from a few dances in high school with a date who was “Just a friend” she hadn’t really ever experienced the dating scene. But here she was, practically sweating just from waddling around the store, with her cart loaded to the brim full of fatty foods, yet nevertheless she had a super handsome guy groveling over her. She had her suspicions forming about Jake’s preferences is women, after all its not often that a girl like herself got hit on by random strangers outside of the online forums she frequented. But here she was, out in the wild being hit on by a guy who by all appearances was a genuinely nice guy. “I’d love to! You seem so nice!” Sarah responded, touching Jake on his upper arm as she did so, flashing him a smile. “Awesome, well how about you type your number in, and I’ll give you a call in a couple days, we can do something this weekend!” Jake replied, handing the gorgeous girl his cell phone, trying to keep his hand from shaking from how nervous he actually was despite his relatively collected demeanor that he had fought to regain. “Sounds good!” Jake watched as Sarah’s chubby fingers hit the screen on his phone. She held the phone on her breasts, resting her arms as she did, her fat arms were no doubt heavy, and holding a phone in front of her face would no doubt produce a strain, which this girl appeared to avoid at all costs. Her face settled down into the extra fat that framed her chin and jaw, extra rolls forming as she focused on his phone. This was actually happening, the most beautifully fat girl he had ever seen was typing her number into his phone, he was ecstatic. “Don’t you dare bail on me, or I’ll be crushed!” Sarah continued, as she handed Jake back his phone. “I wouldn’t dare bail on a girl half as beautiful as you are!” Jake replied, flashing a smile. “Hehehe you are cute!” Sarah replied blushing. “Well, I better keep on shopping, they say not to shop on an empty stomach and the longer I stand here the hungrier I get, so If I want to make it out with just one cart, I better get moving!” Sarah laughed as she spoke, her upbeat demeanor was so refreshing. “Oh my goodness that’s so funny!” Jake laughed at Sarah’s humor, he was always a fan of girls talking about their appetites, especially in such a candid manner. “Alright, well I will see you this weekend Beautiful!” Jake said, as he moved in for a hug. She was just as soft as she looked Jake thought to himself as his midsection made contact with Sarah’s massive stomach, he could feel his dick swelling as it pressed further and further into her massive belly as he attempted to reach his arms around her. She was huge! Only now that he had his arms part of the way around her was he able to fully appreciate her immense size. He guessed there was at least a foot or two of space between his hands on her back, he wouldn’t have been able to reach around her even if he was a massive basketball player with a 7 foot wingspan he mused quietly as he felt Sarah’s massively fat arms circle around him, the heavy, warm, soft, heavenly, fat resting across his shoulders. “Alright see you then handsome!” Sarah said as they pulled away from each other, winking as she spoke. She was so huge and so incredibly confident and sexy, Jake was blown away, speechless as they walked away from each other, with plans to go out over the weekend. He smiled as he looked at his phone and saw “Sarah <3” typed in with the beautiful girl’s number. “Oh hey, Sarah!” Jake called after the waddling beauty. “Just wanted to say, going home with two carts wouldn’t be so bad!” Jake said as he winked, Sarah giggled and shook her head laughing at Jakes antics. “I’ll keep that in mind when I go down the dessert aisle!” Sarah responded, smiling. Her suspicions about Jake’s preferences had almost certainly been confirmed, they had just met and he was already trying to encourage her to buy more food. She smiled to herself as she walked away, she could feel her pussy tingling. This was going to be the start of something wonderful. A few nights later on Wednesday Jake nervously fiddled with his phone, he had been trying to mentally prepare for a few minutes to call the gorgeous girl from the grocery store. She was so perfect, he knew he couldn’t mess this up, this would be his shot to finally have an enormous girlfriend to stuff full of endless food. A girl with a massively fat body for him to explore, fondle, and fuck. “She likes you dude, just DO IT!” Jake says to himself as he circles the little phone icon on his screen next to “Sarah <3” finally he presses it and the phone starts ringing. Sarah is suddenly awoken by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She was laying on her couch, practically nude aside from the panties she was wearing, which to the untrained eye were practically invisible, hidden by the massive rolls on her hips and ass. She reaches for the phone, brushing a few wrappers away as she does so. An observer would have seen the massively fat girl surrounded by wrappers on every side, popsicles, chips, fruit snacks, cakes, cookies, fast food wrappers, just about anything a fatty would love had left their remains scattered around the gorged beauty. “H-hello?” Sarah said, trying to change her voice to hide the “just-woke-up” sound in her tone, afterall it was 5 pm, a time when most people were getting off work. She tried to wake up from the grogginess of her food-induced nap. Laying on her couch with all of her glorious fat exposed gorging on fattening foods had been a favorite past-time for Sarah for the last few years, and it had had visible results on her body, but that’s a backstory for another time. “Hey beautiful! I didn’t wake you up? Did I?” Jake asked, Sarah’s attempt had obviously failed. “Yea, its okay though, there’s no reason for me to be sleeping right now anyway!” Sarah giggled as she replied. ‘Damn it Sarah, stop giggling, neither of you said anything funny!’ Sarah thought to herself as she tried to hide the nerve wracking effect that Jake had on her. “Hey don’t worry, it’s just a little beauty rest! And you’ve got a whole lot of beauty so you need a whole lot of rest!” Jake replied, smiling as he imagined what Sarah’s nap might have looked like, she must have been quite a vision freshly woken up, laying in bed all cozy, little did he know about the gluttonous scene that would drive him up a wall with desire if he saw it, this girl was already surpassing his fantasies, whether he knew it or not. “You’re so funny, you always have something cute to say, don’t you!?” Sarah asked giggling, this time her giggle was justified, she felt. “So how can I help you handsome?” Sarah asked, trying to sound coy, trying to hide the fact that she wanted to jump through the phone and hop on top of Jake and cuddle him to death, she was smitten for sure. “Well, I wanted to take you up on that date we talked about the other day! I’ve got a few things lined up for Friday evening, how does 6 sound?” “That sounds perfect!” Sarah replied, any time would be perfect for her, she could definitely take a break from her usual activities of snacking, watching Tv, playing games, and browsing the internet for someone as important as Jake. “I mean, I think I can make some room!” Sarah said jokingly, trying to match some of Jake’s quick humor. “Well thanks for squeezing me in to your busy schedule!” Jake laughed, thinking about what the gorgeous girl could possible busy herself with, did she have a job? What kind of job could a girl of her size have? He mused quietly, almost forgetting he was still on the phone. “Right, so I’ll pick you up at 6 then!” Jake continued. “Sounds good tfoo mfee!” Sarah said around a mouthful of food, a twinkie had managed to slip her grasp during her binge, and had just been found, only to meet an immediate demise, like all of its cohorts. ‘Did she just shove food into her mouth mid-sentence talking to a guy she barely knows?’ Jake thought to himself, floored by Sarah’s evident gluttony. “Alright great, see you then!” Jake replied before the two said goodbyes and hung up. “Alright, now how am I gonna get up?!” Sarah said aloud to no one in particular, noticing the conundrum she had eaten herself into. Sarah was surprisingly mobile for her size, aside from the forced waddle in her step and her slower amble, she was almost entirely independent, only needing her roommate/best friend since elementary school Jessica’s help on a few occasions. This was typically one of those occasions. Sarah had worn a spot in the couch with her weight, causing it to sink especially low in her favorite spot. This made the couch a helluva lot comfier for her, but made the task of standing by herself with an engorged stomach nearly impossible. Luckily she had slept off a bit of her feast, the glorious fullness subsiding just a bit, enough for her to attempt the task solo, otherwise she’d be stuck until Jessica got home around 6. She began shifting her massive weight toward the edge of the couch, her belly spilling over her lap and hanging toward the floor. The bottom of her glorious belly shimmied back and forth as she maneuvered herself closer to the edge. She was an FA’s wildest fantasy come true, and after countless conversations online she was growing increasingly aware of the effect her body had on certain men, Jake seemed to be a part of that group, and she was determined to find out for sure come their date on Friday. This effect often gave her the upper hand in online conversations, something that she enjoyed immensely, the feeling of being admired like an obese goddess drove her wild. Sarah felt her center of gravity shift forward as she lunged, attempting to capitalize ageon the momentum her massive hanging belly provided, as it pulled her forward, what remained of her neglected thigh muscles then trembled as she leaned forward, her fat arms extended, the abundant adipose hanging and swinging with every motion. “Whoooo!.... Done!” Sarah said in a huff as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She stood there for a second finding her balance and recuperating from the exertion. “Man, I hope Jake really does like big girls, because I’m not getting any smaller!” Sarah’s voice showed the slightest bit of fear, what if she was getting herself all worked up over nothing… Maybe Jake’s seemingly genuine compliments were simply calculated lines designed to lift a fat girl’s spirits only to crush her. She was scared. She surveyed the endless wrappers that announced her gluttonous binge to any soul who happened into her living room. “I can’t rely on Jessica forever… and if things keep going the way they have been I just might need to find someone to help take care of me… Oh Jake, please don’t be just a cruel prank…” Sarah continued to think about Jake, her increasing weight, and her nerves about their date as she waddled her way toward her room. ‘Who am I kidding, I’m still pretty mobile, I mean I can still shop for myself, clean up after myself, and even make some extra money from home! Even if Jake doesn’t work out, I’m sure I’ll be okay for a little while longer…’ Sarah’s thoughts continued until she reached her bedroom, she sat down in her extra wide, reinforced computer chair. With all the modifications the chair resembled more of a lazy boy recliner with a small moveable desk that was attached to a few joints that allowed Sarah to pull her keyboard to her lap, the monitor was set up in a similar fashion, with a moveable arm that allowed her to pull it into view. This was her livelihood, at least its what she used to supplement the “small endowment” her wealthy parents gave her when they half-heartedly vowed to not support their daughter as she “ate her life away” as they put it. Like we said though, backstory for another time. For now, Sarah sits in her “computer chair” and puts on her headset, clicking a few boxes on the screen until a dialogue appeared that read: Status: Online; Pay tracking: Active. She then drifts off to sleep as she snacks on a few cookies, waiting for a call. Sarah had been pretty active on an rapidly increasingly popular game since the beta, so much so that the developers asked her to help with customer support. So here she was a few years later ‘leading’ a customer support office from home. In reality, she laid in her chair for a few hours every so often and snacked on anything within reach, occasionally fielding a phone call from anyone important to the company. It wasn’t a bad gig for a girl who had given up tying her own shoes a while back, the difficulties of reaching past her belly simply outweighing the benefits for the obese babe. For now, she was secure, she could still get by with the occasional help of Jessica, but all her thinking was making Jake sound like a gift from the gods, all she had to do was continue being her fat, gluttonous, sweet self. She could do that. It's what she'd been doing for years. Meanwhile Jake sits in his modern looking apartment. A modest one bedroom that he rented, the rest of his $100,000+ salary going toward savings for the last 8 years since he had graduated college at the young age of 21. He worked for an energy resource company as an engineer helping design safe transport methods for various energy sources. He had enough saved up to buy a nice house with a sizeable down payment, with plenty left over. He was a simple guy, only occasionally spending money on himself for a small vacation or video games. However, despite his personal disinterest in spending money on himself, he dreamt of spoiling a plump princess with everything she desires, and the way things were looking Sarah was a very likely candidate, greatly exceeding the ‘plump’ requirement. “God, she is just so perfect!” Jake said to himself aloud, thinking about how lucky he was to have encountered the beautiful woman. “She’s like all my wildest fantasies came true and she actually spoke to me first! I really hope this isn’t all just a dream or something!” Jake continued, pinching himself as he spoke. Nope. Very much awake, now with a slight bruise forming on his forearm. “How do I even prepare for taking out a girl like her?” Jake thought to himself as he envisioned the burgeoning behemoth of a girl in his mind. She was huge, He tried to imagine how wide her hips were as he sat in his chair, pretending to gauge the size of her hips with his hands, He placed them about as far apart as he could reach, was she really that big? Or was his mind playing tricks on him, stretching the girl’s proportions in his memory? The ol’ ‘fish gets bigger every time the story is told conundrum’. Could be. But without a doubt she was smoking hot, way fatter than any girl he had ever dated. In fact, likely double as large as the heaviest girl he had ever dated. Jake thought back on the girl who held the title, she was around 280 pounds or so, quite fat by most people’s standards, but to Jake she was beautiful, if anything on the small side. Sarah on the other hand, Sarah was in a league of her own by Jake’s standards. She had it all. A massively fat body, an amazing personality, and a love for food. The trifecta. ‘I better make sure this date blows her away!’ as he looked at his phone checking the reservations and plans he had made to make sure the date would be one Sarah would remember for a long time. I might need a bigger car… Jake thought of his small honda coupe, a commuter car that he’d bought for his job, the car was fine for him, but for a girl of her size it would no doubt prove uncomfortable. With that Jake made a call to a rental company and arranged a reservation for a roomy SUV that was relatively low to the ground, something that would give Sarah enough room, but still be possible for her to climb into. Jake noticed the bulge in his pants start throbbing at the thought. He could get used to the kinds of obstacles having such an enormous girlfriend would surely present, he liked having to prepare so much for a simple date just because the other half had given herself completely to the dominance of her appetite and gluttonous desires. “Ugh… I can’t wait till friday!” Jake said aloud as he headed to the kitchen to make himself some dinner. Anything to pass the time till friday. Come Friday evening and Jake is maneuvering the small streets of Sarah’s neighborhood, not accustomed to the bulky SUV he had rented. Jake’s hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, the butterflies in his stomach announcing to himself just how nervous he was for his dream date with his dream girl. ‘There it is!’ Jake thinks to himself as he spots the house “yep 316 Jetson Dr. here we are.” Jake said aloud as he took one last look at his phone to confirm the address. He noticed a brand new Land Rover sitting in the driveway with a License plate holder that read “Sweet as Sugar”. ‘Damn someone’s got money…’ Jake thought as he walked past the car, noticing that the car was definitely not stock, he could see plenty of modifications that were obviously designed to accommodate the sizeable sweetie, Sarah. From extra handles, an extra step on the outside of the car, and what appeared to be a seatbelt extender, the car had everything to prolong Sarah’s mobility. *Knock Knock* Jake stood there in front of the door, with a bouquet of flowers and a giant box of chocolates waiting for his date to come to the door. It took a minute or two, causing Jake to second guess himself… maybe Sarah wasn’t as interested as she had seemed… Just then the sounds of heavy steps could be heard from the other side of the door. The door handle turned and the door slowly opened, revealing a sight Jake could never have prepared for. His jaw literally dropped, eliciting a tickled giggle from the girl who had caused the reaction. Sarah stood there, a pure vision of beauty, sex, and gluttony. Her face was beautifully made up, with contour in all the right places, highlighting her feminine features. Her hair lay on her shoulders, the rich auburn color shimmering in the light. Her smile was radiant… and the rest of her did not disappoint. She was wearing a very form fitting red dress that hugged every roll, curve, fold, and bulge on her body. He could clearly see her belly as it hung toward her knees, the fabric stretched across her massive tummy, Jake could see the fat jiggle as she giggled at his awestruck reaction, causing him to become even more entranced by the beautiful girl. The dress was sleeveless, leaving her huge arms exposed for Jake’s eyes to examine. They were gigantic, true pillow arms. The fat looked so incredibly soft, the skin stretched to hold all of the excess adipose. Her upper arm fat spilled over her elbows, causing a deep fold where the joints should have been.The dress revealed a massive amount of her cleavage, which like her belly jiggled when she laughed. Her boobs were huge, easily the size of Jake’s head, probably much bigger. God every perceivable inch of her was simply stuffed full of fat. His eyes wandered down her body, eyeing the dramatic curve of her hips as they flared outward, exaggerating her feminine shape despite the hundreds of excess pounds she had packed on her body. Her thighs were packed tightly together under the dress, his eyes focused on the end of the dress, where her slightly paler thigh flesh was visible. He counted at least 3 distinct folds just on the portion of her inner thighs that were visible. Her knees had met a similar fate as her elbows, an indented fold being the only marker of the joint that was visible years ago. Her thigh fat spilled over her knees on all sides, likely one of the main culprits that had caused her once relatively graceful gait to become a fat-inhibited waddle.Her calves hadn’t managed to escape the effects of years of gluttony on her body either, the flesh of the upper part of her calves dimpled with cellulite. “Well… don’t just stare at me all… night.. Gimme a hug!” Sarah said, slightly winded from her waddle to the door. “Oh… uh… oh yea.. I… uh… of course… sorry! It’s so nice to see you, you look absolutely stunning!” Jake said as he moved in for a hug, embracing the immense girl. She was just as soft as he remembered, and just as large as he had been imagining in his memory, if not softer and larger. “You are just so sweet!” Came the reply as Sarah slowly recovered from her exertion. “And you look absolutely handsome!” Sarah continued, running her hands down Jake’s sides as they each pulled away from the hug. Sarah had been desperate to touch Jake since the grocery store, so she took the chance. Jake didn’t seem to mind. “Awh thanks gorgeous! I hope you are ready for some good food and a great time!” Jake responded before his eyebrows furrowed a little bit and a confused expression was visible on his face. “What’s this?” Jake said as he motioned toward an object in Sarah’s hand. It looked like a seatbelt. Why was she carrying around a seatbelt, and why was she bringing it on their first date? “Oh… uhmmm.. Thats, well thats a seatbelt extender…” Sarah said as she turned her gaze from jake and toward the floor, a little embarrassed as she said the words. “I don’t really fit in any seatbelts anymore, so I thought i’d bring it with me…” Sarah’s words trailed off as she prepared for derision from Jake. After all, who wouldn’t think it was weird that a girl has to bring a seatbelt extender just to be able to ride in a car. “Of course! Safety first! I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt, especially not on our first date! I want at least a few more!” Jake said smiling at the girl, grabbing her hand as he spoke to reassure her after he noticed the embarrassment in her voice. “You always know what to say… I’m glad you don’t think its weird.” Sarah responded, the smile returning to her face. “Hey, like you told me when we met, you’re fat, there is no denying it, and I wouldn’t have asked you on a date if I didn’t want to be here with you, seatbelt extender and all, end of story! Now let’s start moving, I’m hungry…” Jake said excitedly, testing the waters with the whole fat thing, she had said it first and he was just following her lead, trying to figure out just how accepting of her body she was. “Sounds good!” Sarah responded as she grabbed Jake’s hand and the two walked toward Jake’s rented SUV. “Oh thank god, you drive an SUV I was so worried about having to squeeze into some clown car!” Sarah said as she walked, her steps obviously straining her speech as she attempted to speak as fluidly as possible, despite the exertion. “Haha about that, well actually this is a rental, I do in fact drive a clown car, which is why I opted for the rental tonight.” Jake responded laughing at Sarah’s reaction. “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to talk bad about your car....” “Hey don’t worry about it, i’ve been thinking about upgrading for a while, maybe it is time for an SUV in my life…” Jake said, squeezing Sarah’s hand as they approached the car. ‘Wow that hint was a little forward Jake, haven’t even gotten to dinner and you are talking about buying a new car that fits fatties better. Real great…’ Jake thought to himself as he opened Sarah’s door she brushed against him as she approached the door opening, her hips sliding against his crotch. It was glorious, the feeling of her soft fat pressed against him was unreal. It took all of his self control to not just jump on top of her right there on the curb. Once in his seat Jake smiled at Sarah, both beginning to say something at the same time… “You go first.” Said Jake as he continued smiling at the gorgeous girl. “Hehe okay, well I was just going to say that I think the SUV idea is a great one, maybe i’m a touch partial, but I would definitely want to ride around in your new SUV….” Sarah giggled as she flirted, she was so new at all this, and she was trying to follow Jake’s lead. “Well gosh, where is the nearest car dealership around here? If a new SUV is all it takes to get you to want to keep riding around with me, then I’ll go sign the papers on one right now!” Jake jokingly began fiddling with the navigation in the car. “Woah woah woah... not so fast there bud, I’m famished if you don’t get me to a restaurant right now you are going to have one upset fatty on your hands!” Sarah joking huffed in anger as she spoke, placing her fists on her soft hips in feigned defiance, her hands sinking a few inches into the abundant fat. “Hahaha, you’re right, lets go!” Jake laughed at the obese girl’s fake fit. With that the duo was on their way to their date a la Jake. “No way! We’re going to Rio’s?! I love that place!” Sarah said as they pulled in to the parking lot of the restaurant. “Yea, I figured it’s a nice restaurant, and since we have such a famished girl on our hands it wasn’t a bad choice!” Jake was referencing the style of dining at Rio’s, It was a brazilian restaurant, one of the ones where the waiter’s walk around with giant skewers of various meats. As well as bottomless portions on all the sides. It was essentially a buffet in everything but name, the restaurant worked hard to preserve the classy atmosphere and fine dining feel despite the stigmas that surround buffets. “Oh yea, its great, good thing too cuz I am starving and I could really go for one of those roasted pineapple things with the cinnamon sugar on it! Mhmmmmm! So good!” Sarah’s mouth watered as Jake parked the car. “You really are one for the sweeter things in life huh?” Jake asked as the two got out of the car, he wanted to know more about her in every way, and when she left the opportunity open for him to glean more understanding of her gluttonous proclivities, he jumped on it. “Hehehe, yea… sheesh everyone picks up on that so quick!” Sarah giggled, the robust color of her face deepening a bit as she blushed, hiding her gaze just a bit with her auburn hair. It was true though, she had always had an obsession with sweets, ever since she could remember. Her parents would even tell stories of the fits she threw as a baby any time they tried to give her any variant of gerbers that wasn’t some sort of sweet fruit mixture. This consistent need for sweet stimulation had earned her the nickname Sweet Sarah at a very young age. “Well, the first thing you said to me was a warning about the lack of sweetness in a jelly I was looking at, so if you are trying to hide it hon, you might need to work a little harder!” Jake toyed with Sarah as they approached the doors. He opened the door for her and placed his hand on the small of her back as she waddled past, he cherished the warm softness that greeted him, separated only by the stretched thin fabric of her dress. He could actually feel the undulations in her fat as her feet made consistent contact with the ground. After informing the hostess of his reservation of the private romance table the restaurant offered for additional charge the two were shown to a slightly private corner of the restaurant, a table specially decorated with a candle, white tablecloth and a bottle of wine was waiting for them. “Oh my god, Jake… this is amazing!” Sarah found a natural break in the sentence to sneak in a sharp breath in order to try to make the rest of her speech sound almost natural, as if she wasn’t breathing like she had just ran a mile. “Oh its nothing, I just made a phone call the restaurant did all the work.” Jake responded, beaming with excitement that his gesture hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Yea, but you set this up… I’m speechless this is the nicest thing a guy has ever done for me!” Sarah tried not to break out into tears, she really had a soft spot for genuine, kind gestures, especially coming from a guy she was so interested in. “Well, lets sit down, no need for you to have to stand around wasting your energy!” Jake suggested, motioning for Sarah to slide into the roomy booth. Meanwhile Sarah simply prayed that she’d save them both embarrassment and actually fit into the seat. She held her breath and futilely tried to reduce the massive circumference of her midsection as she lowered her girth into the seat. It was no use.Her massive belly immediately made definite contact with the table, loudly causing it to scrape against the floor a few inches. ‘Thank god this wasn’t nailed down or that could have been uncomfortable.’ Sarah thought as her face turned bright red at the sound of the table. Thankfully the couple was in a secluded enough area that no one seemed to notice, or if they did they weren’t within Sarah’s line of sight. “Don’t worry about that, no one cares, it’s just you and me tonight, okay?” Jake said responding to the new color in Sarah’s face. He tried to act natural as he slid into his side of the booth, hiding his surprise at how tight his half now was because of the adjustment Sarah’s fat had made to their seating arrangement. Jake noticed that despite the extra room Sarah’s belly was still packed tightly against the table. “Are you comfortable enough?” “Yea.. just hold on… there we go…” Sarah said as she shifted in the seat, allowing her belly to spill between her thighs rather than rest on top of them, which had been causing it to press harder against the table. Jake was enthralled with the girl, she really was perfect, even better than he remembered and infinitely sexier than any dream girl he could have whipped up for himself given the power. “You are just absolutely stunningly beautiful, you know that?” Jake asked smiling as he stared at the obese girl across from him. He then grabbed the opened wine bottle on the table and poured them each a glass. “Oh stop, you are just too nice!” Sarah said as she bit her lip. Jake paying her so many compliments and so much attention really was driving her wild. She could feel her pussy get warm as she looked into his eyes. “Oh here they come!” Jake said changing the subject as a server appeared around the corner. “Hey guys, welcome to Rio’s, we’re so happy you’re spending your evening together with us, I see you already have wine, anything else I can get you?” The waitress asked as she tried not to react to the immense girth of the girl sitting in front of her. “Uhmmm… could I get a large strawberry banana smoothie?” Sarah asked immediately, the wine was good and all, but she needed a sweeter addition to her meal to supplement it. “Absolutely” “And I’ll take a water” Jake said as the waiter turned toward him. “Sounds good guys, have you had a chance to look over the sides? You get to pick 3 of the 6 as a table, and they are brought out as you need more.” the waitress took the liberty of explaining how the restaurant worked, since it wasn’t a common dining style. “Oh, I actually said on the phone we would take all 6, the arrangements should have been made....” Jake responded caught off guard. The waitress immediately responded with a sincere apology as she glanced at her notepad that she pulled from her back pocket to confirm the man’s claim. “You are absolutely right, I’ll start bringing that out, and the kitchen crew should be coming around shortly with the meat.” The waitress said as she turned and left the couple alone. “All of them? You really do know the way to a fat girl’s heart!” Sarah immediately said as soon as the waitress was out of earshot. Before Jake had the chance to respond a gentleman was standing at their table. With what appeared to be some sort of beef on a skewer. “Miss could you move your fork?” The waiter asked as he positioned the meat to cut some from the skewer. The waiter then cut off a generous portion of meat for both Sarah and Jake before disappearing from where he’d come, only to be replaced by another man with a different meat, followed by the waitress with the sides. After a few visits from the staff the couples table resembled a royal banquet table at a celebratory feast. Various dishes full of food filled just about every empty space on the table. “Wow! This is quite the line up!” Sarah said, Immediately followed by her eyes lighting up. “Ooooooh oooh! Sir over here please!” Sarah suddenly exclaimed. As she spoke her hand shot into the air, to indicate where she was. Jake watched as her hand rose in the air, the soft fat that had been resting against her side was sent jiggling through the air as it tried to catch up to the swift movement. Jake turned his head to see a waiter carrying a skewer that had pineapple rings attached to it, the rings a golden color, having been cooked and covered in cinnamon and sugar. ‘You couldn’t sneak something sweet past this girl if you were Jet Li himself!’ Jake mused silently as he stared at the excited girl calling after the waiter and biting her lip. “Uhmm… could I please have a few more?” Sarah asked sweetly with puppy dog eyes in response to the waiter portioning only a single ring out to her. “Oh… uh yea, of course, sorry about that!” The guy responded, pulling 3 more rings from the skewer and giving them to the greedy glutton. “For you sir?” the waiter asked, turning to Jake. “Sure, why don’t you just give me the last two?” Jake suggested, noticing that Sarah had left the skewer nearly bare. After emptying the skewer the waiter took his leave, disappearing around the corner back into the main portion of the restaurant, probably headed for the kitchen to gossip with the rest of the staff about the gluttonous pig that was keeping them all busy. “See they’re good! You like ‘em too!” Sarah said, referencing the rings on the small plate Jake had received. “They’re good, but pineapple isn’t really my thing, these are for you.” Jake said smiling as he reached the small plate over to Sarah. A wide grin spread across Sarah’s face from ear to ear at the gesture. “OH MY GOD you are the best!” Sarah exclaimed as she quickly grabbed the plate, forgetting to act lady-like because of her excitement. “At your rate bud, I don’t think you’ll be able to get rid of me at all, whether you buy the SUV or not…” Sarah joke flirted as she began eating one of the rings. “.... I’ll be like a fat stray cat that follows you around!” Sarah giggled at her own joke, and jake did the same. “You’re too cute!” Jake responded as he watched the girl begin eating. “And dessert before dinner! A true sign of a sweetaholic!” Jake continued. Sarah chortled a little bit, trying not to spill any of the food she was chewing from her mouth. “You can’t say stuff like that when… I haffve my moufth full..” Sarah said, taking a small pause to shove more of the pineapple in her mouth before finishing the sentence, talking with her mouth full. This girl was such a greedy eater,as soon as one bite was gone, the next followed. “Wait, so when exactly am I supposed to talk then?” Jake smiled at his own joke. “Hey thafts not funny!” Sarah responded, scowling slightly at Jake, despite the obvious curl in her lips that indicated her smile despite her mouth full of food. “I’m only teasing, don’t let me stop you from eating!” “I know, I mean, I didn’t peg you for the type that would try to put me on a diet…” Sarah said smiling at Jake as she began tearing in to the main course, having finished her pineapple rings. “Never, I think you should eat whatever you want, whenever you want!” Jake responded smiling as he tried the various meats. “Mhmmmh this one’s good! Nice and sweet!” Sarah said pointing at one of the plates of meat, not directly responding to Jake, distracted by the delicious food. “Oh… uh and yea, I figured as much, after that line at the grocery store! You were practically begging me to leave with more food, the way you smiled and winked at me! I melted right there in the aisle!” “Uhhh! Yes! I’m so glad you didn’t think that was weird!” Jake responded relieved. He was never sure how some of what he said was coming across, but Sarah appeared to be eating it all up (No pun intended). “No not weird at all... “ Sarah paused, taking a bite of the sweetest meat she had found, having ‘sampled’ them all to narrow it down. ‘Sampled’ is a relative term for Sarah, in reality she had eaten a generous helping of each meat before simply dumping a mound of the sweetest one onto her plate. “In fact…mmfm imf happy tfo report tfhat I was afble to leafe with almost two carts stuffed to the brim…” Sarah continued shoveling bite after bite of food into her mouth as she ate. Little did Jake know but he was being tested. Despite Sarah’s seeming preoccupation with the food, she was in fact gauging Jake’s reaction to each of her antics, testing the boundaries of what he appreciated. He seemed to be enjoying what he saw. ‘I think he’s a keeper…’ Sarah thought to herself as she watched Jake cover his mouth a bit, preparing to respond despite having just taken a bite of food. “Thats awesome!” Jake replied, swallowing his food. “You have quite the appetite, don’t you?” Jake asked. Sarah’s appetite was obvious to him already, as well as to all of the wait staff who happened by their table, continually delivering refills on the various side items, including plenty of the meat that Sarah had zero’d in on, oh, and of course more smoothies. “Uhmmm Yea!” Sarah responded matter of factly before shoving a huge bite of food past her lips. “Had one since I can remember. Ever since I was little all I wanted to do was eat delicious food. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t thinking of my next meal before I had finished my current one…” Sarah said around the food. This wasn’t a part of Jake’s test. This was true, she really had always had an undeniable obsession with food. “That’s so cute!” Jake responded smiling, feeling his dick throb as he watched his gorgeous date gorge on the various foods whilst describing her descent into gluttony. “Tell me more about the young Sarah!” Jake continued. Sarah went on to describe various parts of her childhood, intermincing the main narrative with little stories about her growing gluttony. She had always snuck food past her parents. They were the prim and proper type, both of them having been trust fund socialites who had never held a real job of their own, simply growing their fortunes through investments. So, naturally having a little piggy for a daughter didn’t fit their world very well, Sarah explained to Jake. Diet after diet coupled with personal trainer after personal trainer, counseling, incentive programs, nothing had succeeded at abating the growing girl’s obsession with food, especially sweets. Her parents had even considered an experimental brain surgery that was supposed to kick her appetite-controlling hormones into overdrive! Sarah told Jake with disgust at the prospect. However, despite Sarah’s best efforts to constantly binge her parents had succeeded at keeping their daughter’s weight at a relatively reasonable level for most of her childhood. Then came college. “So once you got to college you were just free to let loose a bit then?” Jake interjected as Sarah explained, connecting the dots in his own head. “Yea mmmfph pfretty much!” Sarah responded, electing not to get into the details of her shaping years in college just yet. “So how about now, are your parents okay with your lifestyle?” Jake asked. “Well, no not really…” Sarah responded, trailing off, the details of her parents position toward her gluttony still a little tender. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry, we can talk about it later….” Jake quickly spoke up, noticing the sudden shift in Sarah’s demeanor. This was obviously a touchy subject for her, one better left for a time other than the first date. “So how ‘bout pets, have any of those?” “Hey hey hey not so fast mister!” Sarah responded, the sad tone leaving her voice. “You have to tell me all about you now!” “Oh! Of course” Jake replied, beginning to explain his upbringing. He had had a pretty run of the mill childhood. Sports such as football and baseball as a young boy, and an unhealthy obsession with video games. “You see, the N64 came out when I was like 5 or 6, we got it for Christmas… and its been an obsession ever since.” Jake said. “OMG me too!” Sarah responded, to the obsession with video games part, not necessarily the N64 for christmas part, seeing as Jake was a few years her senior apparently. “Anyway, keep going, and don’t forget the parts about loving fat chicks!” Sarah said candidly, the wine loosening her tongue a little bit. Jake’s face went red at the statement, no one had ever been so direct with him about his preferences, certainly there were people who had caught on after his fourth or fifth girlfriend who was more than just a little ‘curvy’, but no one had ever called him on it. “Oh! Erm… yea of course!” Jake said squirming in his chair, this had never been a topic he had discussed with anyone other than anonymously online, but here went nothing. “Well, you see the first thing I really remember about my…. *ehehm*” Jake cleared his throat before continuing “.. my preference, I guess you’d call it… was well, I was like 11 and I was watching… like just random tv stations until I happened upon a channel, and I don’t even know what the name of the show was, but there was this girl on TV and she was probably close to 300 pounds, and she was only wearing a bikini… I think it was a weight loss show or something…” Sarah giggled at the irony, causing Jake to crack a smile as well. “I know right, a weight loss show turned me on to fat chicks… how ironic, right?” Jake said noticing Sarah’s tickled reaction. “Anyway, like I was saying, this girl just captured my absolute attention, everything about her, the way she moved, the curves of her body… everything just made me want to be with her… now mind you I was 11 so it was more of like an innocent attraction… but yea you get the point.” Jake said chasing a bean across his plate with his fork to distract himself from the fear of Sarah’s reaction. “That’s so cute!” Sarah responded, reassuring Jake. “Like, seriously I can just imagine you sitting there blindsided by this sudden revelation about yourself…” Sarah giggled and reached for Jakes hand that was resting by his plate. “Honestly though, I think you have nothing to be ashamed of!” Sarah said taking Jakes hand in hers. “I mean, maybe I’m a little biased for obvious reasons…” Sarah said as she grabbed the roll on her belly that was still visible above the table, jiggling it as she spoke to demonstrate her point.This jiggling translated all the way through every inch of her free-hanging belly, causing it to in turn jiggle her inner thigh fat, sending a wave of pleasure through her pussy. “Mmmhmmm.. But I think its great that you like fat girls…” Sarah said suppressing a moan as she continued with her sentence. “Dear god you are the sexiest girl alive!” Jake said in response to Sarah’s display of her fat. “Ah thanks sweetie!” Sarah responded “Ooof… I think i’m starting to feel a little full…” Sarah said finally, the table littered with dirty plates and 6 or so empty smoothie glasses (Sarah had asked for more than a few refills.) “Oh okay, well then let’s get some more of the pineapple things and anything else you want before you reach capacity!” Jake responded, winking at Sarah. “You really do like fatties, don’t you?!” Sarah asked flirtatiously “I tell you i’m getting full, and your response is to get more food so that I can stuff myself some more? Hehehe I could get used to having you around!” Sarah was going crazy, Jake was just absolutely perfect! All she wanted to do was eat for him and let him have his way with her. ‘God, if I don’t get some release soon i’m going to start soaking through to my dress!’ Sarah thought to herself, feeling her panties drenched in her juices, desperate to have Jake inside of her. ‘Good thing I’ve got this belly to shield the dress a bit from my pussy!’ her thoughts continued, realizing upon closer evaluation that her belly hung completely over her pussy and well past it toward the floor, still though, even that wouldn’t be enough soon. “Hey, I just want to make sure you get enough of the good stuff! Wouldn’t want you leaving here disappointed!” Jake replied, he noticed a shift in Sarah’s demeanor… she was staring at him with ‘sex eyes’ as he called it. She was staring at him and biting her lip as she continued to stuff her mouth with various meats, sides, and soon pineapple Jake noticed as the waiter with the skewer came around the corner, this time it was full, the shape of the pineapple practically visible in the outline of the golden brown rings. He was also carrying a to-go box in his other hand. Jake had slipped away to the restroom earlier in the dinner and paid the kitchen extra to bring Sarah a skewer of the pineapple to go, along with a skewer for her to eat as they finished chatting. “Here you go miss!” the waiter said as he slid the entire skewer onto Sarah’s rapidly emptying plate, and placed the full to-go box next to it on the table. “Thank you!” Jake responded before Sarah could catch on, and the waiter disappeared. “You are just chock full of surprises, aren’t ya?!” Sarah asked Jake cutely, as she popped part of one of the pineapple rings in her mouth. With her ravenous belly sated she had regained her composure, no longer shoveling food into her mouth… and Jake had passed his little test, he was definitely an admirer of fatties such as herself, and he had also managed to make their 2 hour long meal feel like a weekend vacation with the onslaught of yummy food and laughs. “What can I say, you are just adorable enjoying your food, I can’t help but want to buy you an endless supply!” Jake said honestly, her gluttony had truly taken the centerstage of Jake’s desire and fantasies. By the time the short exchange was finished Sarah had finished her pineapple rings, the sweet taste causing her to lose control and eat slightly faster again. “*buuurp* oh my goodness excuse me!” Sarah said shocked, covering her mouth after the small belch she hadn’t seen coming. “Oh and, I wouldn’t be opposed to that whole endless supply of food idea…” Sarah smiled as she spoke, batting her eyes at Jake as she rubbed the upper portion of her belly. “I can’t believe i’m not dreaming right now!” Was the only reply Jake could think of, which he said aloud, eliciting a laugh from Sarah. “I could say the same!” Sarah agreed as Jake began standing up. “Well I hate to rush things along, but we aren’t quite done yet.” Jake said, referencing the rest of the date that he still had planned. “Oh my goodness Jake, okay, but... I don’t think you know just how much food I just ate…” Sarah said, still rubbing the portion of her hanging belly that she could reach. “I think I’m gonna need some help, and some extra patience from you… I’m not sure how quickly I can get around with such a full tummy!” Sarah said, trying to win Jake’s sympathy. But she also wanted any excuse for him to get close to her, and a little extra help to get around sounded like just the ticket in her engorged state. “Of course! Here let me help you up!” Jake said, quickly lifting the table slightly and scooting it away. He had wanted to be pressed up against Sarah since they’d gotten to the restaurant, the table feeling like it might as well have been the Grand Canyon separating him from her unbelievable softness. He leaned in close, his knees making contact with her wide ass that was spilling over the sides of the seat she was in, he felt as they sank into the soft adipose. He grabbed the underside of her arm closest to him as she began shifting her weight to attempt to scoot over, one enormous ass cheek being lifted and scooted slightly at a time, Jake assisting her in shifting her weight. Her arm felt absolutely heavenly, and this was the first time he had really had a handful of her warm fat. It was amazing, her arm fat easily exceeding the fat that his previous girlfriends had had on their entire stomachs. He could feel it wobble and jiggle between his finger with every sharp movement Sarah made. Finally Sarah began shifting outward, her dress just above her knees, with her belly fully visible for anyone who might come around the corner to see. But mainly to Jake. He could see her belly hang between the soft fat of her thighs, her dress just barely long enough to cover it when she stood. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” Sarah said trying in vain to pull her dress down in an attempt to cover the hanging mass of fat that jiggled with the slightest movement and was littered with stretchmarks that had obviously faded over time, each one the memory of a distant binge. “It’s okay don’t worry, I don’t mind, and no one else is coming for a minute, let’s just get you on your feet.” Jake said calmly but breathily as he tried his absolute hardest to resist plunging his swelling dick into the fat of her engorged stomach. “Yea I can see you don’t mind!” Sarah exclaimed as she grabbed the bulge that had formed in Jake’s pants. The move surprised Jake to the point of near climax. This burgeoning behemoth of a girl had just stuffed herself to the point of needing help standing in a restaurant, and here she was her belly hanging out of the bottom of her dress touching his dick through his pants. This girl was just full of surprises. Those thoughts rushed through Jake’s mind, but the only reaction he could muster was to lean in and kiss Sarah passionately on the lips. He felt as his body sank into the warm cloud of her fat, he became seemingly encompassed in her soft adipose as he passionately kissed her soft plump lips, the taste of sweetened pineapple still lingering on her lips. He felt his dick throbbing against her belly, she could feel it to, causing her to moan slightly through the kiss, fireworks exploding in her mind and her pussy gushing with anticipation. All she could feel was immeasurable lust for Jake, and a desire to let him do whatever he wanted to her. Jake finally broke off the kiss, the thought of being discovered in the indecent act snapping him back to the restaurant and out of Sarah’s sweet spell. “C’mon let’s get you on your feet I know just where we can finish this.” Jake whispered breathily in Sarah’s ear, caressing her plump neck as he did so, eliciting a muffled moan from Sarah. “Okay…” Was all she could respond, Jake having her equally under his spell, the two lost in each other. One a feedee in need of being fed to the bursting point by her prince charming, the other a feeder who desperately needed a piggy who would eat everything he put in front of her. They were a match made in heaven, and their first meal together had set that in stone. The two rocked Sarah to her feet, she leaned heavily on Jake as she rose, desperately attempting to remove some of her weight from her legs as she exerted herself. Jake helped immensely as the obese girl came to her feet, finding her balance before jake grabbed her clutch and slipped it under his arm, and grabbed the to go box of pineapple with the same hand. The other he used to slip under Sarah’s arm, offering himself as a balance as the glutted girl slowly waddled toward the exit. People stared as the couple rounded the corner into the main portion of the restaurant, the immense girl drawing just about all the eyes in the place to herself as she shuffled through the restaurant. Jake opened the door and the growing girl waddled past him smiling and biting her lip as she did so, obviously proud of her gluttonous display, and absolutely enraptured by Jake. Once to the SUV Jake helped Sarah inside, the task offering an excuse for him to get his hands on her body in ways that he thoroughly enjoyed. He heaved her by the side of her hip, grabbing around to her belly and her massive ass as he helped her in the car, his arms sinking into her lard filled midsection. He joined her in the car, staring over at her from the driver’s seat as she stared back, both of their eyes burning with lust for the other. They practically pounced on eachother, Sarah doing slightly less moving due to her encumbered state. Jake kissed her passionately as his hands explored her body. He slipped his fingers between roll after roll as she moaned through their kiss, her hips attempting to buck under all of her fat. He occasionally grabbed a firm handful of her fat, shaking the roll, sending undulations throughout her body. Her magnificent belly was a playground that would take him a lifetime to explore, every inch stretched full of fat, jiggling as she moved, or even when she didn’t, it seemed. “You’re so fucking sexy!” Jake exclaimed as he pulled away from the kiss for a split second. Sarah simply moaned in response, pulling Jake back in. The kiss at the booth had been her first real kiss, one that wasn’t prompted by truth or dare or some stupid joke, and she loved it. The night had been perfect and she never wanted it to end, she held Jake’s head as they kissed, the feeling of his hands exploring her body was one that she wasn’t used to, but one that she immediately fell in love with. It was like crack, she could feel the dopamine coursing through her body as pleasure radiated from wherever his hands were making contact with her inflated form. “Mhmmmmm I nnnneeed you….” was the only intelligent response she could think of, all of her senses dedicated to the pleasure wave that was washing over her. Jake explored her thighs, lifting the dress as he went, each roll and fold receiving the attention it deserved, the skin and fat becoming softer and more pliable the higher up his hands rose. He could feel the warmth radiating from her swollen womanhood as his hands slipped between her thighs, eliciting a loud moan from Sarah. “Oooooohhh uhhhhhhmmmm!!! FUCK!!!” was what came out, against her will, she wasn’t one to swear very often, but the word seemed like the only one she could think of. Jake made contact with the outer folds of Sarah’s tingling pussy, his hand fully lubricated by her juices. She had never had any sort of experience like this and her body was responding in force. He toyed with the lips of her pussy as he kissed her neck. Suddenly he pulled away. “Alright cutie… we still have plans, so let’s pick up here later okay!” Jake said as he reached as far around Sarah as he could, grabbing her fat and kissing her before she responded. “Uhhmmm oooh… Okay….” Sarah panted as she stared at Jake, the effect he had on her was unreal. “The sun is about to set so we gotta get moving!” Jake said, noticing the orange hues appearing in the sky as the sun quickened its descent. Jake drove the SUV to a destination unrevealed to Sarah, but she quickly realized they were heading to their city’s largest park, one that was up in the foothills a little, but it was huge and had a great view of the city and landscape. The two chatted as Jake drove, both of them slowly regaining their composure, but nevertheless still making eyes at each other as Jake stole glances at Sarah while he drove. Jake rubbed Sarah’s massive thighs with his free hand, the warm fat feeling like the perfect stress reliever, his fingers sinking deep into her thigh as he massaged her soft adipose. “You know I can’t… just go on a nice walk through the park like this right?!” Sarah asked, breathing heavily, framing her immense stomach with her arms as much as she could to emphasize its swollen state. “I know, I know, don’t worry sweetie, we won’t be doing much walking, wouldn’t want you burning off any extra calories!” Jake said, winking. They both had sufficiently explored the other’s desires and turn-ons enough to roughly know that they were both after the same goal: To keep Sarah stuffed, and grow her immense body into a mountain of fat. “Hehehe… yea, and honestly just sitting here… all worked up probably has me burning more calories than any self-respecting fatty should…” Sarah said cutely as she probed the massive rolls of her belly that were within reach. “Oh my god look at this thing!” Jake exclaimed as his eyes were drawn to Sarah’s hands on her belly. He reached over and grabbed one of the more prominent rolls, the flesh exposed by Sarah’s short dress that was practically pulled up to her belly button, leaving her immense corpulent belly exposed, her cute panties just barely visible under her massive belly and ass. She was pretty much on full display for Jake. The short tight dress had been fine earlier in the evening, but in her current state it didn’t stand a chance against her corpulent body. She was vulnerable and exposed, her entire fattened form splayed out in Jake’s rental. She felt Jake jiggle her jello belly, sending waves of fat undulating throughout her body, eliciting a loud moan. “Mhmmmmnmmm Itsss p- pretty big, huh?” Sarah asked fighting back moans as she spoke, Jake’s strong hands exploring her body was a sensation she could get used to. “Its massive!” Jake replied as he parked near an open field that was lined with large mature trees. The sun was just beginning to make contact with the tree line, igniting the sky with rich purples and oranges. The field was strung with lights and a blanket surrounded by pillows was laid out in the middle. The sight took Sarah’s breath away. “Oh my god!” were the only words Sarah could think of, forgetting the topic at hand: her belly. “I’m glad you like it!” Jake watched the look of pleasant surprise on Sarah’s face. She was so beautiful, an enormous girl he could spoil to no end. “Jake… you’re amazing….” Sarah said, still awestruck. “It’s nothing, really, now let’s get you out of this car and on that blanket or we’ll miss the entire sunset!” Jake said, getting out of the car and circling around to Sarah’s door. He pulled the handle, and Sarah’s confined hips did the work of opening the door for him, almost pushing him out of the way. He stared at the slightly tan flesh, obviously a genetic predisposition, as he doubted some of the fat he was seeing had seen much sunlight in years. “Alright handsome.. But don’t forget to help me get out there!” Sarah said, walking on flat, hard surfaces was one thing, but a walk over unlevel soft grass would prove even more difficult. Sarah’s inflated body slid out of the SUV as Jake took hold of one of her enormous arms. Once she was standing in front of him he made a proposition that caught her off guard. “Hey, so I paid a friend who manages the landscape here at the park to close the gates a little early for “overnight chemical treatments”... so there are enough temporary no trespassing signs with strict cancer warnings around, and we are in a remote enough area of the park that only cars can really reach back here… so we should have the place to ourselves…. Why don’t we slip that dress off, it's not like its doing a whole lot except restricting your glorious body!” Jake said, his hands tracing the outline of the bottom of the dress, which was still partially hiked up, her heavy form sliding out of the SUV had caused it to pop up almost over her hips, she could feel the sun’s rays on the bottom of her belly, although she couldn’t see over the enormous abundance of fat that was attached to her front. “Oh… my… goodness Jake…” Sarah said surprised, the guy wanted to get her practically naked right there in… public? I guess she couldn’t call it that considering Jake’s revelation about the status of the park. “That… sounds… hot!” Sarah responded, Jake had such an effect on her, just about anything he suggested sounded great to her. All she wanted to do was be his prize piggy, to do with what he would. With permission received Jake began sliding the dress up Sarah’s fattened form. Each inch the dress rose revealed more soft, tan flesh that quivered with anticipation as Jake’s eyes explored it for the first time. Her belly seemed to be endless, the dress continuing to reveal roll after roll of heavy adipose. Jake then reached her head, at which point she put her enormous arms in the air, the dress sliding up and over her head revealing her massive tits as they were pressed together by her bra, seemingly defying gravity. She stood there in all her glory, all of her flesh exposed to the refreshing summer air. “Oh my goodness…” Sarah breathed, her vulnerable state causing her breathing to become heavier as she waited in anticipation for Jake’s approval. “You… are… a… goddess!” Jake exclaimed slowly as he evaluated Sarah’s swollen form. Each roll cascaded into the next as gravity valiantly attempted to pull the weak obese girl to her knees, the weight of years of gluttony constantly pulling her towards the earth. “Hehehe….” Was all Sarah could reply as she hid her full face in her hands, as if covering her eyes would do anything to shield her expanse of exposed flesh from Jake’s gaze. “You… you’re sure… no one is going to be up here?” Sarah said as she quickly stole glances at their surroundings, she had never been this exposed before in the open, the feeling was weird, terrifying yet exhilarating. The fear of being caught adding to the excitement, a secret kink she had always had. “I’m sure!” Jake replied as he opened the back door of the SUV for a reason unknown to Sarah. “Hey so I noticed you had quite a few of these in your cart the other day…” He said as he pulled what sounded like a grocery bag out of the car, revealing it to Sarah. Inside the bags, as Sarah now noticed there were multiple, she could see various assortments of Tastykake and Hostess boxes, bright colors lining the packaging of the pastries. Sarah’s mouth immediately began to water… a sweet treat sounded like the perfect topper to a delicious date with the handsome devil who had stolen her heart. “OOOOH! Yea! So yummy!” Sarah replied as she half-heartedly attempted to lunge toward one of the bags, her love of sweets temporarily overriding her feelings of nervousness and hesitation she had felt about being so near nude in the open air. “Hey its okay don’t worry they’re all for you, I promise! And we don’t want them throwing off your balance as we walk out there, now lets start moving!” Jake said as he laughed at the greedy girl’s attempt to snatch the pastries out of his hand. With that the two began the slow walk out to the blanket. Jake walked steadily and slowly to allow Sarah to lean on him as much as she needed. Her waddle was slow, each foot finding secure ground before she lifted the other a bit off the ground to slide it forward. Jake couldn’t tear his eyes off of the girl, her body was magnificent to behold as she waddled, even fully clothed, yet here she was wearing nothing but an oversized bra and panties as she slowly ambled across the field--’where did she even get clothes that big?!’. He could see her enormous thighs as they both fought for more space for their respective rolls. The fat was pressed tightly together, causing her waddle to take on an extreme bounce back and forth from foot to foot. Her belly swung back and forth like a pendulum as she walked, her deep belly button was easily 5 or 6 times the size of a normal person’s, the bottom of the depression extended a bit, causing a deep crease in the middle of the bottommost roll of her tummy. Her breasts bounced up and down within their confines as she moved, her massive mammaries jiggling with each step. Even the fat on her cheeks jiggled a bit when she made an especially heavy step. They progressed across the 20 or 30 foot distance from the SUV to the blanket slowly, and not so steadily as Sarah had to stop to breathe a few times, her engorged state combined with the uneven terrain causing her to have to work harder than normal just to keep moving. “You…. really… like… all this… fat, don’t ya?” Sarah asked as her breathing deepened, her expanse of flesh demanding oxygen as her atrophied muscles fired, attempting to keep the gluttonous girl moving. She was watching Jake’s eyes as they explored her jiggling fat, each roll getting the attention it deserved. “Like it? I love it!” Jake said as he grabbed the underside of Sarah’s belly and heaved a bit, almost causing her to lose balance. He relished in the feeling of the glorious fat as it collected and fell heavily around his hand as he lifted the bottom roll of her gut. He felt as the stretched soft skin spilled through the openings between his fingers, the malleable fat seeking any path to continue its descent toward the earth, gravity taking no breaks from pulling the girl’s bulk downward. “OOhoohhmmm” Sarah cooed as Jake continued exploring her body, not able to contain himself until they got to the blanket. ‘Oh god… this is amazing!’ Sarah thought to herself as she watched Jake’s expression as he explored her glutted girth. ‘I wouldn’t care if there were a thousand people in this park watching, I’d still let him have his way with me in front of everyone…’ Sarah’s thoughts continued as Jake’s exploration of her body ignited every pleasure center in her brain and body, lust coursing through her veins. ‘Everyone could see what a fat cow I am, and see this guy just doting over me, treating me like a prize pig that he was getting ready for the fair…’ Sarah looked at Jake with desire in her eyes, undressing him in her mind as she continued shuffling one tree-trunk sized leg past the other. Jake walked ahead a bit, turning and watching as Sarah caught up to him, her slow amble allowing him to walk backwards at a relaxed pace, watching as each step sent her bodacious body into motion. Jake noticed the asymmetrical shape that all of the various rolls of fat created, one thigh slightly larger than the other with more dominant rolls, the other valiantly fighting to outgrow its counterpart, her previous meal surely beginning to add to her extreme weight. Additionally, her belly hung ever so slightly lower on one side, creating the effect of it expanding forward, one side slightly lagging as the fat cascaded outward. Sarah had broken into a full sweat by the time they reached the blanket, the 20 or 30 feet feeling more like a couple football fields. “Oh… god… I’m soooo…. Fullll…..” Sarah said as she clutched the upper portion of her tummy, her massive meal still working its way through her digestive system. She stood there at the edge of the blanket watching as Jake ran around, hurriedly preparing the pillows that were there into a make-shift wall that Sarah could lay against. “Well I hope you have some room for these sweet treats…” Jake said seductively as he escorted Sarah toward her designated spot on the blanket. Jake was already learning how to coax Sarah into exceeding her limit, sweet seemed to be her keyword, the one that sent her into a fattening frenzy. “Oh… absolutely!” Sarah said in a huff as she eyed the treats Jake had set next to her spot. The duo began maneuvering Sarah to her back, she slowly lowered onto one knee, then the other and fell backward onto the pile of pillows, feeling her trembling fat rivaling their softness as she laid back. There she was, the voracious vixen herself, laying on her back, her belly collecting in front of her and spilling over her lap, nearly making contact with the ground on either side of her lap, kept from the ground only because of the gigantic circumference of her adipose-filled thighs. “Don’t… just stare at me!” Sarah said, slowly recuperating from the short walk. Jake was standing there, in awe of the encumbered goddess, unable to move, however the command from Sarah seemed to help snap him out of it. “Get down… here with me… and feed me some of those cakes!” his fatty commanded, the full feeling in her tummy had seemed to disappear as soon as Jake had reminded her of the fattening sugary treats. “God I just can’t get over how unbelievably perfect and sexy you are!” Jake said, his eyes surveying the expanse of Sarah’s flesh as he drew closer, dropping to his knees by her belly, his dick pressing firmly against the soft flesh through his pants. “Same!” Sarah said, electing for a shorter reply as she fought to regain her composure, deep breaths supplying her endless fat with the oxygen it needed. Her body even seemed to favor the fatty cells over her muscles, her gluttonous habits seemingly penetrating her body on every level. Jake opened the first box of snack cakes, unwrapping several as Sarah’’s hands reached as far as they could on his body, she undid his pants as he unwrapped the cakes. She pulled his massive erection out of his pants, the feeling of her soft fat hands touching his dick causing him to moan loudly as he thrust his dick into her soft stomach. Once Jake had a sizeable cache of the cakes unwrapped, enough to feed the fatty for a few minutes before having to ‘reload’ and unwrap more, he began feeding them to the gluttonous girl, shoving bite after bite past her full lips, her eyes staring seductively into his as she toyed with his dick. Occasionally he would take a break from feeding her to kiss her from her lips to her toes, exploring the expansive rolls as he went, occasionally nibbling on her supple skin, sending shivers, and in turn jiggles throughout her body. “Oooohmmm… more!” Sarah demanded during one especially long expedition through her ample rolls. “Still hungry…” was all she could say in her current state, practically unable to think of anything but the sweet taste of the cakes. “You greedy little piggy!” Jake said, seeing how the name calling was received. Sarah cooed in delight at the name, she was his piggy and she loved it. Sarah occasionally watched as the sun disappeared from the sky, the distant sound of crickets adding to the unique experience of being on full display out in the open, having a constant supply of snack cakes shoved down her throat. 4 large boxes of treats later and Sarah had begun to slow down, savoring each bite, the need for the full feeling in her tummy sated enough for her to begin enjoying and savoring the taste of the cakes. At some point it shifted from Jake feeding her to her supplying her own greedy maw with the cakes she needed. Jake turned his attention exclusively to Sarah’s body. He propped her legs up on some pillows, angled outwards, exposing as much of her privates as would ever be visible without some sort of special equipment, and the amount was practically zero, the fat of her thighs pressed so tightly together, that separating them only served to cause new rolls of fat to be revealed, these ones glistening with moisture, heat radiating from her pussy. Jake explored the newly revealed flesh, sliding his fingers between the lubricated fat of her thighs, sliding his arm under her belly as he probed the smooth skin. “MMMHPPHMMM don’t stop!” Sarah moaned with a mouthful of food, but Jake had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He proceeded forward, teasing Sarah as he went, nearing her pleasure center, but shying away from it as he held her orgasm hostage. Eventually Jake wrapped his hands as far around Sarah’s cushiony cankles as he could, his fingers coming nowhere close to touching, he heaved Sarah’s massive legs into the air, as much as he could. The fat on her ass assisting, acting as a fulcrum as Jake lifted, grateful that he had kept up with his football weightlifting regimen, needing the strength to lift even just a part of the growing girl. Even with her feet in the air, legs spread eagle, he still couldn’t see her swollen pussy, the outer folds just visible between her thighs. He seperated the supple skin as he lowered his face into the warm flesh. His cheeks quickly becoming encompassed by soft moist fat. He found his prize with his tongue, his vision completely obscured by the abundant fat. He began licking her pussy as he felt her body ripple around him, her body vibrating from the pleasure, her overfed state amplifying the sensations. Soon as he felt her approaching climax, he pulled away, repositioning himself between her thighs, his throbbing member rubbing the sensitive lips of her pussy as he built the tension inside of her. “OOOOOOHHHHHH!” Sarah screamed as Jake slid inside of her, grateful for her collection of toys at home that had prepared her for this moment. He began thrusting, sending her expanse of flesh into motion, her tits having been freed from their confine rocked back and forth, jiggling with every motion. Her belly resembled a wave pool, consistent undulations reverberating through the flesh. “Yesss!” I nnnneeed you Jake!” Sarah continued. “Make mmmeeee fatter… feeeedddd meeee til i pop!” Sarah said, losing control. The fat on Sarah’s thighs oscillated at the sharp thrusts until Jake’s pace steadied, preparing them both for the finale. The couple climaxed in unison, Jake feeling Sarah’s soft fat quiver with pleasure as the orgasm tore through her, her swollen toes curled as she moaned for anyone to hear who may have snuck into the park. The orgasm left her muscles powerless and her fat ultra sensitive to Jake’s touch as he laid on top of her, never taking a break from rubbing her overfed figure. Almost without hesitation Jake again began feeding her the snack cakes, the slight fullness in her stomach crossing over into full-blown pleasure-pain as her stomach distended underneath of Jake. The couple lay there, Sarah eating and being pleasured by Jake for hours, until eventually the two passed out. Jake woke up first, checking his phone, 3:30 am, time to get going before the early birds reclaimed their park, surely to start their day with some exercise, unaware of how their holy grounds had just been desecrated by a greedy glutton and her lover. Jake woke the slumbering beauty, pulling the blanket off of her that he had pulled on top of them in the middle of the night. “Oh my GOD! JAKE what was all of that? That was incredible!” Sarah immediately said after wiping the sleep from her eyes. She had sobered up from the hormones and wine from the night before, the reality of what had happened setting in. She felt her pussy tingle in response to the thought. “It was, you beautiful babe, now we need to get you on your feet!” Jake said, noticing the conundrum, surely if it had been a challenge for Sarah to stand from the booth, this would be impossible. “We need to get moving before the joggers come through!” Jake continued, positioning himself next to her, preparing for the daunting task. Luckily Sarah’s fullness had subsided, allowing her a little more freedom of movement. After about 20 minutes of struggling Sarah was on her front, on one knee, Jake heaving from below as the two rose from the earth together, Jake doing much of the work with his strong thighs. Sarah stood there panting, her muscles trembling as Jake collected her clothes from the ground. He then helped her slide her panties on, she lifted one leg at a time just enough for him to slide the hole into place, he then maneuvered the panties into position, working them between her thighs, one swollen roll at a time. Once she had her bra on they realized they had a problem, the dress didn’t seem to fit anymore, the stretched garment had returned to its slightly smaller form, one that Sarah had spent 45 minutes packing herself into with the help of her roommate Jessica. “That’ll have to do…” Jake said, referencing Sarah’s still exposed stomach, the dress failing to slide past the abundant folds. I’ve got an idea though, just wait here. Jake then ran off to the SUV, drove it up onto the field and parked next to Sarah on the grass. “What the hell Jake, where was that move last night?!” Sarah exclaimed, not actually mad, just surprised at the act, well maybe a little mad that she had been made to walk any more than she had to. “Sorry… I thought it’d be romantic to help you walk out here by yourself, and it was such a great show!” Jake responded as he walked around to help Sarah into the car, her legs just about on the verge of giving out from the night’s activities. Sarah responded only with a playful scowel as Jake appeared around the car. The couple was already starting to feel very familiar with each other, they now shared a common bond that both of them had been searching for for a long time, after all, each feeling like they had found the person of their dreams. With a few heave-hos and Jake’s assistance from behind, Sarah was able to gain enough momentum to get both of her legs up into the car. She was grateful she had her car, with all of its special customizations to accommodate her… now that she rode in a stock rental, she really felt the effect of her growing weight on her body. The way her fat pressed up against the sides of the regulation width seat, the way she had to bring a seatbelt extender with her just to fit safely, the difficulty she had getting in the car in and of itself, all teasing Sarah, reminding her of how fat she had let herself become. “So I had a really great time tonight….” Jake said after he got in his side, interrupting Sarah’s thoughts, he was trying to figure out where to go with the date from there. It was almost 4 in the morning after all… “Hey not so fast mister!” Sarah said, the line sounding more like a date ender than she wanted. “You know, they say that if you eat a really big meal, once you digest it, your tummier is even hungrier than before because its stretched out…” Sarah said, turning Jake’s attention to her exposed flesh. “Well, I ate A LOT last night” Sarah said, emphasizing the words flirtatiously “And now I’m really hungry!” Sarah finished with puppy dog eyes to top off the plea, hoping to feel the sensation of eating for Jake again, like an addict coming back for a fix, Jake feeding and fucking her was her drug, and she needed more. “You just don’t stop getting sexier do you?!” Jake asked the greedy girl incredulously as he stared at her bare belly. His fingers caressing the soft skin. Feeling the stretch marks pass under his sensitive fingertips, the small valleys adding to the euphoric experience of touching the massive girl. “Well if fat is sexy… I don’t stop getting fatter… so you tell me…” Sarah said biting her lip. She noticed as the bulge once again grew in Jake’s pants. “So how does Denny’s sound? They have the sweetest pancakes!” Sarah said, her antics not just some show for Jake, the hunger in her tummy was reaching boiling point, she needed to eat something. “Good lord I’m so lucky you let me take you on a date!” Jake said as he put the car in drive, exiting the field where the couple had explored some of their deepest fantasies together, ready to work together to keep Sarah’s ravenous stomach filled to the brim with sweets. “No I’m the lucky one, now lets run by my house to grab some better fitting clothes…” Sarah said referencing her nearly nude form. After a quick run by Sarah’s house, Sarah had on a loose fitting dress-type garment, one that she wore for just such occasions, late night runs to stuff her face at Denny’s, or McDonald’s, or anywhere else that was open late at night, when her hunger pangs seemed to be getting more and more frequent, making just such trips an almost nightly venture. Even in her “grubbies”, as she called the casual clothes, she was a vision of beauty, one that Jake couldn’t get enough of. As they parked and walked in the restaurant he proudly held her hand, leading his beautiful fat babe to pig out on whatever she wanted. “Hey, so I was thinking while I was waiting for you to get changed, why don’t we just make this thing official.. I mean I really like you and I don’t see anything against it…” “UH, of course!” Sarah responded matter of factly, as if the issue had already been settled. “You think i’m just gonna let my perfect guy slip through my fingers or something?” “Just wanted to make sure, haha because I made up my mind as soon as I saw you walking down the aisles in the grocery store!” Jake responded as the couple was seated in their booth, this one much roomier than the one from earlier, Sarah always got sat in the same booth, she was beginning to think it wasn’t a coincidence, as she had noticed some time ago that the her booth seemed a bit further apart from the table from all the others… Maybe her Denny’s trips were becoming too frequent, she quickly disregarded the notion, remembering that with Jake in her life there was no such thing as too frequent or too much when it came to food. “Wait, you watched me walking around the store?” Sarah said, she remembered first noticing Jake after she had been standing in the bread aisle for at least 5 minutes, combing over the options with a fine-tooth comb to find the sweetest treats. “You stalker!!!” Sarah exclaimed playfully, connecting the dots. Of course he had been stalking her, knowing now how much of a spell her body cast on him, it only made sense that he would have been following her around. “No… uh no it wasn’t like that! It’s just that you were so gorgeous...” Jake responded, his face turning red. “Hey relax, I’m your gorgeous girl now, okay… I don’t care how we got here!” Sarah said interrupting Jake as he stammered for an explanation “Besides, I think it’s kinda cute!” Sarah said winking at Jake as he sat in the booth after helping her into her side. He wanted to sit next to her, but knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance trying, her enormous butt just about spilling over the side of the booth that was meant for at least two people to sit in comfortably. The couple continued to chat, Sarah ordered the bottomless pancake, and added various toppings to each stack, devouring one after the other. The kitchen knew her by now, and began prepping as soon as she walked in. She was so sweet to the staff that she was their favorite customer, and they made it known, spoiling the girl with extra toppings, and free refills on shakes. And it was rightfully so, in the few years since she’d dropped out of college she had spent no small fortune at the restaurant, her visits increasing in frequency as her body ballooned in response. “Yea, that’s rachel, she’s a really good waitress, I don’t know how she makes the shakes sooooo good, but no one else comes close!” Sarah remarked amidst their conversation after the waitress had brought her her 4th or 5th shake, she lost track… maybe it was 6? Who knew? Who cared, as long as they were going down her greedy gullet as fast as they came to the table. After Sarah’s breakfast binge she was once again barely able to walk out of the store, a voice from the kitchen called out “have a good day Sarah, see you soon!” as the duo walked out into the morning sunlight. Jake drove Sarah home, the two deciding to call their first date a night at 6 in the morning, but not after an intensely passionate make out in the SUV before Jake dropped Sarah off. He walked her to the door, and the couple agreed to see each other again later that day. When Jake got home he collapsed on his bed, overwhelmed by the glorious experience from the night before. It was all just so perfect, finally he had met a girl who’s goals for her body matched his own. Finally he had a girl he could stuff full of food just about every waking moment from what he had experienced thus far. He drifted off to sleep with thoughts of the sweet Sarah dancing around in his mind. Sarah herself wasn’t doing much dancing mind you, she was sitting on her bed, propped against the headboard snacking on a couple packs of chips ahoy when Jessica suddenly threw her door open. “AAAAHHHH!!!!! Tell me about it!” Jessica squealed as she ran into the room and jumped onto the bed, with Sarah, finding a spot that wasn’t taken by Sarah’s fat or the various snacks that Sarah kept within reach. “Oh my god, he’s perfect JESS!” Sarah squealed back, the two bouncing with glee, holding each other’s hands as Sarah’s upper half bobbed up and down on the enormous anchor that was her backside, attempting to mirror Jessica’s nimble form. “He took me to Rio’s and he had this whole plan of everything all laid out perfect, and… he got me all the sides, and extra of the pineapple stuff!” Sarah said, pointing at the to-go box whose loot had long since been devoured by the insatiable glutton. “And then, he took me to woodside park that he basically reserved for us, like no joke! We had the whole thing to ourselves! And good thing too, cuz he couldn’t keep his hands off me!” Sarah continued sharing with her truest friend, telling her all of the details. Jessica had been the only person in Sarah’s life who had supported her through thick and thin, and well, downright obese. Jessica had been there as Sarah’s obsession with food turned into something more, something sexual… she had watched the flip switch when they had roomed together in college. And Jessica had stuck with her since, helping her become what she wanted to be, fatter. “Sounds like a perfect fit to me!” Jessica exclaimed, giving Jake her stamp of approval. Sarah beamed as she thought about her newfound feeder, her thoughts of Jake causing her pace to quicken as she shoved more of the snack cakes in her mouth. Jake woke up around 2 pm, he had a message from Sarah… a picture. Her face and a bit of her upper body were visible in the frame, she was taking a bite of some pastry. “For you :*” The message read that had been sent immediately after the picture. “Looks yummy, hope you had more than just one!” Jake replied jokingly, knowing there was no chance on earth that his gluttonous girlfriend could have stopped at just one. The couple texted back and forth, agreeing on a time for Jake to come over that night and meet Jessica a guy she had met on tinder. Jake pulled up in front of the house in his “Clown Car” as Sarah had so aptly dubbed it. In reality any car that wasn’t an SUV looked like a clown car next to her. He got his game face on, ready to act like he could think of anything except stuffing food down Sarah’s throat. “Just act normal, okay? Jessica’s date hasn’t met me yet, and I don’t want us to scare him off, so just help me control myself okay?” Sarah had sent the text just before Jake left his house, the task would be a near impossible one. He was supposed to keep the girl from pigging out, the one that he had pretty much just vowed to stuff until the end of time… he didn’t know how well this would go over. Jessica answered the door when Jake knocked. “Hi, I’m Jessica, but you can call me Jess!” The girl said when she opened the door. Jess was pretty in the face, but didn’t have very many remarkable traits, her features seemingly average. The kind of girl who could blend into a crowd, and who heard ‘Wait, I know you from somewhere… don’t I?’ from perfect strangers on a near daily basis. “Sarah’s on her way out, she was just finishing up a little snack…” Jess said, understating the binge she had just facilitated for Sarah. As if on queue, the magnificent Sarah waddled into view. She was wearing leggings and a top that slightly clung to her distended stomach. “Hey… handsome!” Sarah said as she saw Jake, the new couple embraced and kissed, Jake controlling his urge to jump Sarah’s fat-buried bones right there. It was a sight to see her in clothes, compared to nude. Having seen her nude, he had a new appreciation of her body. The way her clothes fit, he could see and inspect almost every roll that he had explored the night before. As the trio settled onto the couch there came a knock on the door, surely Jess’ beau, she jumped up to answer the door, knowing that Sarah would never go through the effort with her home. Jake relished in the feeling of the couch sinking toward Sarah, the way her weight pulled anyone on the couch toward her as if she had begun to develop her own gravitational pull excited him. ‘Okay Jake, calm down!’ he thought to himself, trying to distract himself from Sarah’s glorious body. “Hey I’m Jake!” He said as the new guy came into the room, he jumped up to shake the guy’s hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Brandon!” He responded, trying not to stare at the enormous girl who looked like she was about to snap the couch in half. Jess had warned him about her size, even sending him some pictures to get him ready so that he didn’t stare at her the whole time, but the pictures hadn’t even come close to conveying the absolute behemoth that sat in front of him. “Hi! I’m Sarah!” the behemoth spoke. Reaching her enormous arm toward him. “Nice to meet you Sarah!” Brandon responded politely “Alright, well let’s get a movie going, dinner is cooking, but it’s gonna be a little bit.” Jess said, returning from the kitchen. The group turned on some cheesy movie to pass the time, their attention however was preoccupied with light conversation. Sarah kept catching Brandon gawking at her. She knew the look, one of disbelief. He just couldn’t wrap his head around a girl being that large. He’d seen plenty of shows with the super obese, but never one so young and in person. And she seemed completely content being barely able to stand on her own… he just didn’t understand it. Sarah got the look a lot, from strangers, old friends, even her parents (mainly her mother.) It had started to excite her, her body blew people’s minds whether positive or negative didn’t matter to her, the simple fact that she had achieved something that made people stop and stare excited her. And she had no plans on slowing down anytime soon, especially not now that she had found someone to help her out. At dinner, Sarah made a pig out of herself as anyone could have guessed. She felt just a twinge of guilt because she had glutted herself contrary to Jess’ wishes, which had been the reason she had helped her binge before the date started, but that had been almost two hours ago, and in the presence of Jake, Sarah just couldn’t contain her appetite. He had become an appetite stimulant for her, as if she even needed one, the insatiable girl’s appetite had always been a force deserving of respect, but now that had all increased seemingly ten-fold. Sarah had quickly polished off the heaping portion Jess had given her, going back for seconds, then thirds, until eventually there was nothing left of what Jess had prepared, at which point she begged Jake to start making her more food, which he eagerly agreed to, the warning Sarah had sent beforehand was now wholly irrelevant to both of them. He immediately got to work finding ingredients the two girls had in their kitchen. He made round after round of simple, yet delicious and fattening foods… almost an entire loaf’s worth of bread was devoured in the form of grilled cheeses, smothered in butter and cheese, 3 boxes of instant-pasta, plenty of snack cakes and countless other items disappeared into Sarah’s mouth. By the time Sarah began to slow down Brandon had been checking his phone every minute or so, until eventually he made some excuse to leave, Sarah’s gluttony proving too much for him. Jess and Brandon disappeared out the door for a few minutes. When Jess returned Jake had just finished helping Sarah to the couch. “Oh… my… goodness…. Jess I’m… so sorry!” Sarah huffed from the couch as Jess returned through the front door. “Don’t sweat it Sarah!” Jess replied, not directly referencing the sweat that covered Sarah’s forehead from the exertion of stuffing herself to the brim then walking to the couch “He was a weirdo anyway, so awkward! I think you did me a favor!” She continued as she sat next to Sarah on the couch, resting her head on Sarah’s expansive belly as Jake rinsed the dishes, as he had insisted. When he returned he found Jess fast asleep on Sarah’s massive tummy, her hand cupping the fold closest to her face, she had hiked Sarah’s flowy shirt up, and pulled her pants below her waist, exposing the expanse of flesh, a slight smile rested on her lips as she slept. “Sorry hon… she passes out like this sometimes when she gets upset…” Sarah said, knowing that Jess had eagerly anticipated the date with Brandon. “Hahaha its cute, no need to apologize, I think its great that you two have such a bond!” Jake said as he settled on the other side of his bountiful girlfriend. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit more about you guys?” Jake asked, caressing the folds on Sarah’s stomach that Jess hadn’t already claimed. Luckily Sarah’s stomach was enormous, so there was plenty of flesh left for him to fondle. “Hehehe, well, we’ve been besties since elementary school when I asked her if I could have her chocolate milk at lunch…” Sarah began talking, giggling as she spoke. “Thats so adorable!” Jake interjected “Yea haha, so we made a deal that she’d give me whatever sweets she had on her plate for the day, and in exchange I protected her from the mean girls in our grade… Jess was a small kid, and she looked really nerdy so kids picked on her. I, on the other hand, was already pushing 5’4” in like 4th grade, I was a giant compared to the other kids…” Sarah said as she smiled at the memories. “Wait, how tall are you now?” Jake asked a little confused. “5’2 and a half!” Sarah declared proudly. I think between the my thigh rolls pushing my legs apart and my ass not allowing me to back up all the way to the wall when I get measured has cost me an inch or two!” Sarah giggled. “So you’ve actually gotten shorter since elementary school?!” Jake laughed at the obese girl, everything about her turned him on… even the fact that her gluttony had cost her some vertical advantage, her body exchanging it for horizontal expansion. “Hehe, yea… so anyway we became good friends, soon it wasn’t just extra sweets that Jess gave me, soon we were plotting moves in advance that would grant me extra food, creating plans that avoided my parents’ controlling influence.” Sarah’s giggling had begun to wake Jess, the undulations in her belly causing the girl to stir. “Things went on like that for most of our childhoods, until eventually we were free… we went off to college and the time had come for me to really start giving in to my appetite.” “Don’t forget the part where we kissed!” Jess spoke up suddenly, surprising both Jake and Sarah. “Oh my gosh! Quit it, it wasn’t even like that!” Sarah responded, trying to reach the girls mouth to prevent more secrets from coming out. Sarah reached in vain, her fat arms unable to reach past her belly to quiet the traitor. “Don’t even play it down!” Jess responded laughing. “I’ll tell you if she won’t Jake! So, we were in college and Sarah’s appetite kept getting more and more difficult to please, eventually we were buying insane amounts of food and she was eating almost all the time it seemed, suddenly it wasn’t just sweets snuck in between classes or after school, it had become her only interest, her sole concern was to stuff more and more food into her stomach.” “Stop it now!” Sarah said, her face turning red with embarrassment. “Make me!” Jess said, scooting a little bit away from Sarah’s outstretched arms for good measure, playfully blowing a raspberry at her as she did. “Alright, now I have to explain college was a little… ‘dry’ for both of us, the guys at state are just so dull! Anyway, one evening I was coming back from class and found Sarah on our couch, completely naked stuffing her face full of food. And there were wrappers everywhere! I knew right then she hadn’t gone to any of her classes, it looked like she had been stuffing her face since I left that morning. This was right as her appetite really took off and she had been losing control more and more. Anway I came in, and something about her just seemed so….. Sexy.” “Duh!” Sarah interrupted. “I mean, who could resist all of this!” Sarah said jiggling her tummy. “I definitely couldn’t, not that day!” Jess responded as she continued the story, “So I snuck in and sat next to her on the floor. Thats when she realized I was there. Suddenly she was freaking out trying to sit up talking about how she’d lost track of time or whatever… all I wanted to do was feed her though, so I pushed her back down, and I don’t know my body just took control as I started stuffing her face with the snacks she had on hand. I fed her until she begged me to stop, but I just wanted to keep going... “ Jess said as she stared at Sarah’s fattened form remembering the night. “YEA! You stuffed me until I felt like my tummy was gonna rip open! But it felt soooo good!” Sarah added. “That was the first time I’d ever been actually fed by someone else, and I don’t know why but I became obsessed. I’m not really Jess’ type but I begged her to feed me practically everyday for the rest of that year…” “Oh c’mon you didn’t have to beg, I liked it too…” Jess responded, smiling at her friend. The two obviously had a very special friendship, one that Jake was still trying to figure out. “Heheh yea you’re right, sometimes you even started it! By the end of that year I’d become a big fat balloon at your hand!” Sarah said enthusiastically. “I think I went from like 220 to like way over 300 in just those two semesters! I ate so much my second semester I don’t think I went to class more than a time or two… I failed all of those classes.” “Yea and that’s when your parents flipped!” Jess said, which immediately dampened Sarah’s tone. “Yea… they did…” “Its okay hon, why don’t you tell me about it?” Jake asked, desperate to learn what had happened. “Well, I went home from school for the summer… and I remember driving home, feeling how fat I’d gotten. I already knew what was coming, my mom had seen pictures of me at a party from my first semester and immediately texted me about how I needed to watch my weight and these new plans she had had created and yadda yadda… so I just stopped talking to them until that summer, so I knew it was my day of reckoning. I had gained probably close to 100 pounds in under a year and gotten crappy grades my first semester, and down right failed the second… So it wasn’t looking pretty.” Sarah said as she fought back a few tears. “The look on my mom’s face when I walked in… thinking back its kind of funny, how shocked she was but at the time she was terrifying. I walked in, bursting out of the clothes that I had bought just a few weeks prior, and her jaw just dropped. She stood there stunned for a few seconds after my dad quickly overcame his initial shock. As my dad and I hugged all she said was ‘go to your room now, your dad and I need to talk.’ The next thing I knew I was being interrogated over dinner, when it came out that I had been eating instead of going to classes… I don't know my mom just snapped.” “oh my god yea, I remember driving over that night to pick you up, and your mom was still screaming when we drove away! What a witch!” Jess interrupted, validating Sarah’s claims. “Wow, I'm so sorry, no one should ever treat you like that!” Jake responded, rubbing the culprit of the drama between Sarah and her mom, her enormous belly. “Yea I mean you wouldn't get mad at a rock climber for going climbing or a ballerina for dancing, even though there are risks of injury involved… eating is my passion, and my mom always wanted to stop me!” Sarah spoke up, wiping the tears away and reaffirming her personal passion for food, as if declaring her intent to everyone present to continue stuffing fattening treats into her expanding body. “.... speaking of which I could go for a snack!” Sarah said, cutely batting her eyes at Jake. “On that note I'm probably gonna hit the hay, I have work in the morning!” Jess said as she stood from the couch. “Nice meeting you Jake, now you feed that hungry girl whatever she wants, you hear me?!” Jess said, doing a poor impression of some intimidating mobster she'd seen on TV. “Got it boss!” Jake responded, keeping with the set theme. “All the food in the kitchen is free game, like 90 percent of it is Sarah’s anyway!” Jess added as she walked down the hall toward her room. “What the heck Jake?!” Sarah said as soon as Jess was out of earshot, feigning annoyance at her boyfriend. “I thought I told you to help me keep from stuffing my face at dinner! You did the opposite! Hehe.” Sarah giggled slightly as she tried to maintain her annoyed facade. “Haha sorry cutie, I started out with the best of intentions… but then you started looking at me with those puppy dog eyes! You looked like you were about to start withering away, so I just had to help you out…” Jake said, pleading his case before the jiggly judge. “Hehehe yea you’re right, I did use the eyes….” Sarah said as she giggled, pleased with her apparent ability to convince Jake to stuff her full of food no matter the situation. “Now lets get some pizza or something!” Sarah said, doing her best impression of the look they had just described. “Alright you cute little piggy, lets get you some pizza.” Jake agreed, a slice or two of pizza sounded like the perfect snack for himself, and a couple pizzas sounded like the perfect treat for Sarah. “Here just use my phone, call Giani’s Pizza, its in the contacts… Just give them my address when you call and they’ll have my order already in their system…” Sarah instructed, handing Jake her phone, she couldn’t bother with calling herself, which she made clear by immediately beginning to unwrap a pastry that had been left on the couch from her pre-dinner snacking. When Jake heard the price of the pizza on the phone, he knew it’d be a large order, but he wasn’t prepared for the feast that arrived. About an hour after the call was made a delivery boy showed up at the door with a stack of pizzas that looked like it was tall enough that the guy could have just as easily delivered it to a huge superbowl party, and there would have been plenty. In a quick count Jake saw at least 6 pizzas as he signed the receipt and sent the delivery boy off with a generous tip. “Holy cow… this is quite the… tall order!” Jake said, pausing for effect as he delivered the pun, referencing the huge stack of pizzas he was carrying. Sarah simply giggled with glee at the humor as her excitement for the impending feast mounted. “MMMMHMMM! It smells so yummy!” Sarah said reaching her pudgy hands out toward the food, desperately trying to lean as far forward as possible. Her belly had been completely freed from its confines, and Jake noticed that as she leaned forward it came incredibly close to resting on the floor, only about an inch or two of light visible between the hanging bulge of fat and the floor. “Alright my gluttonous goddess, he said there are 2 meat lovers, 2 hawaiian with extra canadian bacon, and two of their supreme pizzas with extra everything… so how do you want to start?” Jake said as he sat the pizzas on the coffee table, disappearing into the kitchen for a minute before returning with a 2-liter of pepsi. “Something to whet your whistle!” Jake announced as he placed the 2-liter within reach of Sarah on the couch. “Uhmmm… I think I wanna start with one of each!” Sarah announced, her mouth watering as she spoke. “Sounds good!” Jake responded as he began to remove a slice of pizza from each of the three different varieties of pizza. “No silly! One pizza of each kind! You can put the other three in the oven on low to keep them warm for a few minutes!” Sarah said as she grabbed one of the boxes from Jake, it was one of the meat lovers. She removed a piece from the box and immediately began chowing down, grease dripping from the slice as she took a bite. “Mmhmmm” Sarah moaned as she chewed, her eyes opened to find Jake staring at her, still a little surprised by Sarah’s greedy eating habits. “How did I get so damn lucky?” Jake wondered aloud as he watched his enormous girlfriend tear into the food. Sarah was too busy eating to respond to Jake’s question, especially since it didn’t necessarily demand an answer. Jake did as instructed an placed the pizzas in the oven on its lowest temperature settings in order to capture some of the latent heat and keep the 3 boxes fresh while Sarah devoured their counterparts. By the time Jake’s short trip to the kitchen was over he came back to find that Sarah had eaten 2 or 3 slices from each box, steadily chewing and swallowing as small moans escaped her lips, the binge obviously satisfying her need to stuff her belly. Jake took his place on the couch next to his curvy queen and inspected her exaggerated curves as she continued to eat. “You know I’ve been searching since I can remember for someone as perfect as you?” Jake said as he admired the burgeoning beauty who had decided to allow him to call her his girlfriend. She cooed in response, barely taking a break from the pizzas to flash Jake a star-struck look, the compliment adding to her growing confidence. “You’re… mph … too nice!” Sarah said between bites as she continued to make progress on the sizeable meal. Jake couldn’t get over all her cute little antics… the way she curled her pudgy toes just slightly as she ate, her blissful expression as she closed her eyes and moaned when a bite was particularly flavorful, everything about her announced her love for food. The rest of the evening went similarly, Jake watched as the pizzas disappeared into Sarah, occasionally feeding her and constantly probing the expansive rolls that were attached to Sarah’s frame. After about an hour Jake retrieved the reinforcements from the oven, along with another 2-liter to wash it all down. “Mmpmmm… My… arms are… getting tired!” Sarah said defeated as she dropped her arms to her side, the weight that constantly pulled at them proving to be too much for Sarah to continue eating. She had eaten about 4 and a half of the 6 pizzas by the time her arms gave out. Her stomach stretched out in front of her, a glorious full feeling beginning to settle in as she lay back feeling Jake explore her body. “Oh uh uh!” Jake said in response to Sarah throwing in the towel on her monumental meal. “Not so fast fatty!” Jake toyed as he positioned himself next to Sarah, opening one of the boxes as he settled in. “If your arms are too heavy, then I’ll just have to feed you myself!” Jake brought the heavy warm slice to Sarah’s lips and she immediately took a huge bite, staring into Jake’s eyes for approval as she chewed. “There we go! Now you’re a growing girl and you need to finish your meal!” Jake spoke like a parent scolding a picky child, adding to the effect of him feeding the helpless girl. Sarah smiled in response, a slight moan escaping her pursed lips as she chewed on the delicious food. She loved it when Jake fed her, she felt like such a little piggy, like his little piggy. She wanted him to feed her until she couldn’t feed herself. ‘Oh my god, I can only imagine how fat these arms are gonna get! If they get much bigger I’ll have rolls of fat blocking my mouth when I try to feed myself, then he’ll really have to take care of me!’ Sarah thought to herself, sensing the heavy fullness of her fat-filled upper arms. The thought excited her, she loved to be dominated and the thought of being so fat and helpless drove her wild. Jake continued to stuff slice after slice into her waiting mouth, her chewing became labored as her stomach began to reach its limits. “C’mon sweetie you got this!” Jake said as he caressed the most prominent roll on Sarah’s upper belly, the one that he imagined was probably closest to being over her actual stomach. “So fulll…. But its… so… yummy!” Sarah said as she breathed heavily, her mouth hung open after she finished the sentence, waiting for Jake to push another bite past her lips. “You got this cutie, just a few more slices!” Jake’s member throbbed as he said the words. ‘Just a few more slices’ had he really just used that sentence to illustrate how little sarah had left to eat? A few slices was a whole meal for a normal girl her age, yet here she was 5 and a half pizzas later, with just ‘ a few more slices’ she was a glutton in every sense of the word. Sarah chewed on the last slice as Jake fed it into her mouth, the fullness in her stomach had crossed over into pain with the last two or three slices as she neared her goal. “You did it! That was amazing!” Jake said as he kissed Sarah’s slightly messy mouth, he hadn’t given her much time between bites to worry about wiping her mouth, even if it had occurred to her in her lust-driven binge, which it hadn’t “Ooooh… ooof yea! Mmmhm thanks!” Sarah breathed heavily and she occasionally winced as the contents in her stomach shifted with her movements. She laid back on the couch, her stomach stretching out in front of her, spilling over her knees even in her reclined position. Jake began massaging her turgid center, the mass of food causing her soft rolls to take on a slightly firm feeling as it pushed against her stomach. “So… you really.. Wouldn’t mind me not being able to walk?” Sarah said as she closed her eyes, enjoying the attention, her mind focusing on the pleasure of being stuffed to the gills and having a handsome man appreciate her body. “Wouldn’t mind? I’d love it!” Jake responded immediately, the thought immediately causing his dick to throb against Sarah’s soft fat that seemed ready to envelop him completely. “Hehe… it just seems… so… crazy!” Sarah said, silently exploring the prospect of being too fat to get out of bed. Is that really what she wanted? She loved food, and she loved being fed by her lover… but to be too fat to move? “Of course it does, its not really in a normal person’s nature to be confined to a bed.” Jake said frankly “But you’re not exactly ‘normal’, are you Sarah?” Jake said jiggling Sarah’s stuffed stomach, then referencing the six pizza boxes stacked on the table in front of her with a hand motion. “You like being so fat that you can barely move… you like being able to eat insane amounts of food… if it were up to you, you’d eat non-stop, wouldn’t you?” Sarah felt her pussy tingle as Jake frankly assessed her food addiction. He was right, she really did love food, and she loved the feeling of encumbered fullness that came when she had eaten herself past simple fullness and into glutted bliss. She was essentially a slave to her appetite, her only passion being food, and the softening effect it had on her body. She loved watching as new rolls appeared on her frame, each pound expanding her growing form outward. She did want it. She wanted to be so fat that Jake would have to do everything for her… so fat that her only concerns would be food and Jake, anything else being beyond her sphere of influence, namely her bed. “Yea….” Sarah said breathily as Jake kissed her neck, not waiting for a response to his questions, he knew she wanted it. He could tell from the first time he saw her eating at the restaurant. All she cared about was delicious food, and eating as much of it as her stomach would allow. “I just… feel so… complete… when I eat…” Sarah said between breaths as Jake continued to explore her body. “You love eating until your stomach makes it almost impossible to move, don’t you?” Jake asked, he loved hearing Sarah reflect on her gluttony, the sound of her admitting her that her relationship with food was consuming her every desire. “It just… feels so good… to be so full, so painfully, blissfully full…” Sarah said as she watched Jake’s head disappear over the crest of her bulging belly. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he kissed and inspected each roll. “Tell me you want it…” Sarah heard from over her enormous stomach as Jake began sliding his hand between her thighs, the fat pressed so tightly together that he had to work his hand in, forcing it past one fold at a time. Sarah spread her legs as much as she could, giving her belly more room as it hung lower, trading a little more wiggle room for jake’s hand for another obstacle, her imposing belly as it hung in front of her womanhood. Jake’s arm disappeared into the collection of fat as Sarah leaned back, snacking on the pastries that were within arm’s reach. “I want it…” “What do you want Sarah?” “I want… to be too fat to move!” Sarah declared, the end of her sentence was a little higher in pitch as Jake found her desperate pussy, yearning for attention. Jake began toying with her clit as she continued. “I want to be so fat that I can’t stand! So fat that I can eat all day every day with no breaks! So fat that people make documentaries about me! So fat…” Sarah moaned as she spoke, the words overwhelming her. “Please Jake…. Feed me! Make me fatter!” Sarah practically screamed, forgetting that her roommate was just a few rooms away. Luckily for her Jess had passed out almost as soon as she reached her bed. “I’m going to feed you until your belly reaches the floor when you stand, I’ll make you so fat that even if you could walk, you wouldn’t fit through any doors or hallways, so fat that all you do it eat!” Jake responded as he continued to pleasure Sarah. Her body convulsed as he spoke, her lips pursed tightly together as she fought back screams of pleasure. Eventually Sarah began jiggling violently, she quickly grabbed a pillow from the couch and covered her mouth as she screamed into the pillow, her muffled moans like music to Jake’s ears. Eventually Sarah recovered enough from her pizza binge and orgasm to attempt the trek to her bedroom. Her pastry snacking had just barely been maintaining the blissful full feeling, as the painful overstuffed feeling began to wane, so she was still encumbered by her saturated stomach, but just barely mobile enough to make it to the bedroom with Jake’s help. Jake helped her up from the couch and watched from behind as she shuffled down the hall toward her bedroom, her fat almost brushing the walls on either side of the hallway as she labored toward her room. Jake occasionally embraced her from behind when she looked particularly unsteady, his arms slid under the pillows of fat that had replaced her upper arms long ago, offering her a little support and balance. Finally Sarah collapsed onto her bed, her body jiggling as she settled into the comfy mattress. Jake noticed the clock on her bedside table read 2AM, time sure flew when he was helping Sarah binge, he thought to himself as he admired the behemoth beauty who was breathing heavily, clutching at her distended stomach, staring sweetly into his eyes. Jake just couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, the way all of her fat collected in her laying position was so incredibly sexy. She laid on her side facing him, her belly collected in front of her, forming what resembled a flesh-colored bean bag, round and full. Her leg that was on bottom was curled up under her other leg, the her massive thighs were full of soft rolls that collected and folded over each other. She had her head resting on her hand, her fat pillow arm resting on the bed to support the weight. “God, you’re perfect!” Jake said as he jumped into bed with her, ready to explore the endless playground of fat. The next morning the couple lay in bed enjoying a lazy Sunday. Jake had made more than a few trips to the kitchen to retrieve various ‘snacks’ Sarah requested, and even ones she didn’t. ‘Man, its like she has her entire shopping trip cataloged in her mind!’ Jake marveled at the preciseness with which Sarah demanded her food, specifying how much remained of each snack as she described what Jake was to retrieve. ‘I guess when eating is your passion, you make note of what food is on hand!’ Jake chuckled to himself as he retrieved a few packages of oreos and a gallon of milk from the fridge. “Your my little sweets-savant!” Jake exclaimed as he returned to the bedroom, the line had occurred to him as he was retrieving the requested snacks. “Hahha what the heck are you talking about?!” Sarah said as she snatched the oreos from Jake, her hunger overriding her manners once again. “You’re just funny, how you have pretty much the entire contents of the kitchen memorized, its cute!” Jake said as he settled next to Sarah on her bed, noticing just how relatively little of its surface area was available to him, the rest occupied by Sarah’s expanding form. “Oh stop! You’re embarrassing me!” Sarah squealed as she tried to cover her face as oreo crumbs spilled onto her breasts at the sudden exclamation. After Sarah was sufficiently stuffed full of sweets Jake suggested something that made Sarah’s entire body tingle. “How about we take a shower?” Jake asked as he absentmindedly caressed Sarah’s soft fat. “Oh Jake, that’ll be a tight squeeze… but that sounds so hot!” Sarah said as she thought about having warm water run over their bodies as they explored each other. “I hardly fit on my own, are you sure you’re up for the challenge?!” Sarah said in a sultry tone, as if trying to entice Jake with the thought of having no escape from her bountiful fat. “Being pressed up against you? Are you serious? That sounds even better than having all the space in the world!” Jake took the bait. “Hehehe I thought you’d like the sound of it... “ Sarah giggled, relishing in the amazing feeling of having a man so enthralled by her body. “Why don’t you start the shower so I don’t have to burn any calories standing around waiting for it to get hot!” Sarah suggested, half as an attempt to turn Jake on, and half as a genuine aversion to wasting any energy she didn’t absolutely have to expel. “Sounds good cutie, be right back!” Jake said as he eagerly hopped out of bed and disappeared into Sarah’s bathroom. “Hey Jakie, there’s a mark on the wall where the water is the best temperature! That darn handle is so finicky, anything else and you’re either freezing or being boiled alive!” Sarah called after Jake just as he noticed the mark on the wall. The shower was quite large, despite Sarah’s conviction that it was barely large enough for her. Sarah heard the water begin running and started to maneuver herself to her feet, thankfully with her late-night pizza binge mostly digested she was regaining some of her typical mobility. Jake walked back into the room right as she slid off the bed and onto her feet. He watched as her belly jiggled violently back and forth, jarred by the sudden force of her feet making contact with the ground. Jake helped Sarah as she waddled into the bathroom. With Sarah in view in front of the shower, it didn’t look quite as large as he had estimated just a minute before. Her massive form made the shower look like some quasi-shower that they squeeze into the corner of a trailer as an afterthought. “You’re right that shower does look like a tight squeeze… This is gonna be fun!” Jake said out of genuine enthusiasm. His teenage self would have been bursting at the seams right now, overwhelmed by the sheer sexual tension that was present between him and Sarah, not to mention the heavenly sight of watching her engorged form stripping nude and entering the shower. Jake watched as sarah opened the door to the shower, stepping over the small lip and into the running water. The response in his dick was immediate, although it had already been rock hard, it was now throbbing, begging to be closer to Sarah’s fat. Sarah immediately filled most of the shower, but Jake saw enough room that he could almost comfortably squeeze into. Once Jake was in the shower with the enormous glutton he immediately began exploring her expansive rolls. He slid his hands between the wet fat, feeling as the warm water cascaded down her body, like rivers running down a mountain of fat. As Sarah faced the water to rinse her hair and face, Jake observed her massive ass from behind, each ass cheek was dangerously close to making contact with either wall as she stood in the shower, he placed his hands on the widest part of her hips, the backs of his hands touched the walls as he did so, closing the small gap. The feeling was glorious, her soft fat pressing against his hands, pushing them into the walls as it demanded more room. Sarah blindly grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shelf near the shower head and handed it over her shoulder to Jake. “Get busy hon, you’ve got a lot of ground to cover!” Sarah said in a sultry voice as the pillowy fat of her upper arm bunched together as she handed him the bottle. Without a direct response Jake immediately took a generous amount of the body wash in his hands, the sweet scent of pomegranates and honey filling the air, it was the same enchanting scent that Jake had already associated with Sarah’s soft fat, and now he knew the source. He began rubbing the body wash into a lather, and then applied it to her billowing rolls. He relished in the ease with which his hands slid between her lubricated rolls, the inherent heaviness no longer impeding him from sliding almost his entire arm under the main roll of her belly. She giggled as he slid his hands between her fat, loving the feeling of having a lover as devoted to and in love with her growing body as she had become. “How… mhmm did I get so mmmm Lucky?” Sarah said slowly between soft moans as Jake continued massaging her abundant adipose. When Jake reached her wide ass he massaged the twin beachballs of fat, smacking them so that he could watch them jiggle from the sudden jolt. As he ran his hands under the fold that was formed by her round ass cheeks hanging over her enormous thighs Sarah instictively bent over, she rested her hands heavily on a granite shelf that was near the bottom of the shower for just such purposes. As she bent over her ass cheeks seperarated slightly her thighs shifted as well, the fat opening up to Jake. Jake could see Sarah’s belly hanging between her legs, her wide stance just barely revealing the hanging mass of fat from behind as it just barely grazed the ground. Jake slid his hand between the soft fat of her thighs, applying the smooth lather to Sarah’s soft womanhood. He slid his fingers inside of her, cleaning every possible nook and crevice created by her abundant fat. Sarah moaned loudly as Jake continued to work on her engorged pussy. Her body vibrated with pleasure as he brought her to the edge of orgasm. “Does that feel good for my little piggy?” Jake asked playfully, the answer already clearly visible and audible in Sarah’s response to his touch. “Mmmmmmhhmmm yea…..” “How about a little snack after this for my little piggy?” Jake asked as he breathed heavily, partially from the exertion of lifting Sarah’s endless folds of fat to clean her adequately, and partially from the excitement of having such an obese babe on full display in front of him. “Mmmmmhmmm pppplllleassse!” Sarah moaned. “We’re gonna keep you so well fed! Feel how close your hips are to touching the walls!” As jake said this he pushed on her right side, which caused her left asscheek to quickly make contact with the glass door, he then repeated the action with the opposite side, she yelped just a little bit as her right side pressed against the cold tile wall. “Soon enough your ass is going to be pressed against both sides with force! Pretty soon you are going to be too fat to even pull the door shut!” Jake declared this as he toyed with Sarah’s clit. “OOOOOHHHH yesssss!!!! PLEASSSSE!” Sarah screamed as her body shook violently, her orgasm tearing through her, leaving her muscles weak and depleted in its wake. Sarah’s knees began to buckle as she came, the jiggling causing her to nearly lose her balance, overwhelmed by the pleasure and unable to focus on keeping herself upright she leaned heavily on her arms as they began to tremble, the atrophied muscles in her upper arms struggling to keep her stable. She suddenly collapsed to her knees, her belly bunching up in front of her as she fell forward on top of it, collapsing in to a helpless pile of fat. “Oh my god Sarah are you okay?” Jake asked, shocked by her sudden collapse. “HEhehehe mmmhmmm yea….” Sarah giggled and moaned as she laid on her belly, the water still crashing over her tingling fat. “You scared the shit out of me!” Jake exclaimed, he had feared that Sarah had slipped and hit or head… or something to the effect. “Well lets get you on your feet my little piggy!” Jake said, relieved that she was alright, immediately calling names again returning to their playful mood. After a considerable amount of maneuvering, and thanks to the advantageously placed ledges, shelves, and handles, Sarah was able to make it to her feet. Jake dried her off; the towel that hung next to the shower was huge! Jake didn’t even know they made towels that big, it looked more like a full sized blanket, it was so big in fact, that Sarah could wrap it nearly all the way around her, providing extra comfort in the cold winter months when getting out of the shower was nearly unbearable. She had complained enough about not having a big enough towel that Jess had finally ordered her a couple of the ones Jake now held for her. With the fatty adequately swaddled in her towels she waddled to the bed. “Oh goodness… Jake… that was incredible!” Sarah said breathily as she reached the edge of the bed. She felt her thighs tremble as they supported her weight, still recovering from the amazing orgasm in the shower.

It was a lazy late Winter morning. I was sprawled on the couch reading a novel and stealing glances at my roommate Chiara, seated on the armchair intently browsing a cheap magazine. Chiara and I had been sharing a small flat for the past two months and I had grown fond of her. Her central Italy accent did not bother me anymore and her cheerful demeanor provided a foil to my more serious countenance. Standing 5’6’’ with a weight fluctuating between 130 and 140 pounds, she was by no means fat, not even chunky, but the roundness of her cheeks and a small layer of pudge around her midsection teased a potential for growth. She was kind of top heavy, with round breasts and broad shoulders, but her calves were stout and powerful enough to give her figure a certain harmony. I had always been into fat ladies. I know they want to be called curvy, zaftig, voluptuous, soft… It doesn’t matter to me: they all have what I need, which is a good amount of lard. My “ideal weight” is usually 20 pounds higher than a girl’s ideal one. Chiara had been considerably heavier as a foreign exchange student in Spain, but had lost most of the weight after coming back to Italy. Sure, I had seen a couple of pictures and she had looked hot then, but now, stuck with a meager allowance from her parents down in The Marches, she could not afford to indulge. My train of thoughts was interrupted. “Nothing, yet,” she mumbled. “Too bad…” I peered above the pages of my book. “What are you looking for?” “A job.” She absentmindedly scratched the roll of fat peaking over her jeans. “There’s nothing here.” She pouted, her full cheeks giving her a cute expression. “Well,” I reasoned. “You have a degree in Literature, after all. What do you expect?” Her frown deepened. “Hostess… Promoter… Lousy, stupid jobs!” “I think you should lower your expectations.” She was not paying attention. “Wait! What’s this?” She read an ad more carefully. “St. John’s Day eating competition?” I waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah… It is on June 24th, over four months from now. People stuff their faces and…” My voice drifted away, realizing this could be my opportunity to fulfill a wet dream. “The prize is 3.000 Euros,” Chiara kept on reading. “Whoever eats the most wins…” The fattest pig gets the award, right. “Do you feel up to the task?” Chiara stood. “I could always try, right?” She ran a hand over her soft tummy. “No harm in that and it could be fun.” “What makes you so sure?” I shifted my weight on the sofa and raised my eyebrows. “It sounds kind of…” I bit my lip, suppressing a smirk. “Hard.” “Nonsense. I've always had a big appetite, after all. You remember how big I got on that exchange trip?” She patted her pudgy stomach. “That prize is exactly what I need. I already feel richer.” And fatter. “Ok, if you really want to.” Images of Chiara stuffing her face and ending up with a bloated belly flooded my mind. Something stiffened in my pants. “If you’re that serious about this, then you should probably train.” My erection was growing, making it impossible for me to stand. “You don’t know what kind of opponents you are facing.” “That’ll be even funnier,” she beamed. “I could start right now! I remember packing away so much comfort food during exam weeks in school. Whole meals like it was nothing... You know, I've never really tried to see how much I can eat in one sitting. Maybe it'll be the secret talent I never knew I had. ” “Well, I just went shopping.” I gestured towards the kitchen. “You know the way.” Chiara trotted towards the food. My eyes lingered on her broad shoulders, drifting down to her thick thighs. Where would she grow first? My money was on boobs and belly, which had already a good head start, but genetics is unpredictable more often than not. The cupboard door slammed in the kitchen. I shook my head, took a deep breath and got up. It took me a while to adjust my jeans over my outrageous erection. I briefly considered taking a shower, a very cold one, but I opted for a long walk, instead. The microwave buzzed cheerfully as I left the flat.

Hi loves💕 Here for any advice at all! I’m trying to gain weight and keep it on. Yet my tummy just bloats out then leaves. An I can’t change the fact that I have a active job that burns threw my intake (it’s discouraging but I’m trying to stay positive) so my weight sways from 148-152 pounds My goals is 30 pounds yet any weight added at this point would be pretty sweet!

I decided to post here some short stories that I wrote. I would like to point out that they're usually quite silly and unrealistic.

Still Eating, stuffing and Gaining I wanted to start this year by having some considerable stuffings done and I just uploaded two of them ;3 one with burgers and hot dogs and the other having a traditional breakfast of empanadas and pastelitos I hope you guys and gals are having a fun Sunday

THE SUPERHEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION (Art by ExponentialMass) CHAPTER 1 It was the night of the Showdown Supreme, when all the top names in the Global Wrestling Federation came together in a battle for the ages. Title belts were placed on the line, friendships were made and ended, and bitter rivalries came to blows. The losers were sent home packing, while the winners had their names etched into the halls of history. And on the night of the thirty-fifth showdown, there was no greater winner than Mickey Ramone. Yet she was depressed. The end of the evening, teetering on 1 AM, found her soaking her aching body in a tub of ice. In the last six hours, she had defended her Women’s Intercontinental Belt against the lithe but brutal Shinobu Misawa, reclaimed the Women’s Tag Team Belts from the Strong Baddies with the help of her partner, KC Sky, and won the Women’s World Championship from her eternal rival, the conniving Sadie Storme. On top of that, she had to face off against the Storme Troop, Sadie’s goons who regularly ran interference on their matches. This meant having to fight off four other women, one of whom was a head taller than her and fifty pounds heavier. It was a hard-fought match that sapped every ounce of strength left in her body, but it was worth it to walk away with the Triple Crown of the GWF. Mickey rolled her head forward and glanced down at her battered frame wrapped in sapphire spandex. There were bruises all over, especially a nasty one near her ribs, which she swore had been broken by the hard-hitting Shinobu. Her toned stomach and powerful legs appeared warped by the water and ice, and a tired chuckle escaped her lips. She could almost make out her face, where a nice shiner rested on her right eye and tape had gone over her nose to keep it from busting much more. At the very least, she could count her blessings that Sadie had not broken her neck with one of her infamous piledrivers. “Checking out your battle scars?” asked the man in the chair beside her. Raymundo Valdez was her manager and boyfriend, and the two had worked together ever since meeting in a small Georgia promotion ten years ago. He was a modest man just a hair or two shorter than her and a doughy body that belied his behind-the-scenes activity. Unlike some managers, who were more in it for the act and often got into the ring themselves, Ray chose to focus on his promo skills and making sure Mickey got the best. For being a shorter man in a big man’s world, he had no problem butting heads with creative whenever he felt that his girlfriend was not getting the work she deserved. It was that tenacity that made him a valuable asset in her career; Mickey could not imagine getting to Showdown without his help. “Just keeping track of the damage,” she grunted as she shifted around in the tub. “I want to make sure I pay back that punta, Sadie, in full tomorrow night.” Ray shook his head at that. There was no stopping Mickey and Sadie whenever their never-ending feud sparked up; you had a better chance of breaking up a cobra and a mongoose. He glanced over the young woman’s tan, bruised body, and sighed, “Just promise me you won’t sucker punch her with a roll of nickels in your fist again, okay?” “Only if you can make sure she doesn’t come to the ring with a scalpel again,” Mickey scowled, her fingers instinctively going to the gnarly scar on her forehead. Just thinking about that sneaky taint got her blood boiling, which her boyfriend helped cool by adding a fresh bag of ice to the tub. Their privacy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Mickey lolled her head over and called out, “Come on in!” In walked one of the backstage technicians, specifically the man who helped change out the plates on the title belts. He walked over to the duo and presented three large belts to the Latina wrestler, who gestured for him to hand them to Ray. Drew, always a polite man, glanced over to Mickey and smiled. “Great job out there, Mickey. Been a long time since I’ve had the privilege of setting up a Triple Crown of belts.” “Thanks, Drew,” she replied with a tired smile. As the man left the room, Ray flashed the golden beauties to his lovely lady. They were all roughly the same design, but they each had their own features: the Intercontinental featured two wrestlers grappling with each other, the Tag Team had those same two wrestlers back to back, and the World Championship had the company logo etched in the center. Framing the center of the belts were black discs that displayed the letter M in barbed wire, which was part of Mickey’s logo. “Says it right there in big, bold letters,” her eager manager remarked as he looked over the belts. “’MICKEY RAMONE’ looks right at home on them, don’t you think?” When he peeked over for an answer, Mickey was not even looking at the belts. Instead, her gaze was fixed on a mirror across the room. Ray shouldered the hefty belts and tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, Mick…you okay?” This shook her from her daze, and her focus returned to the belts, albeit with much less interest than he had anticipated. “Oh, yeah, awesome. New belts, yay.” He raised an eyebrow at that. “Something wrong?” The punk girl sighed and covered her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ray; I don’t mean to come off as a coño. I’m just really tired of this.” “Hey, I get it. You’ve had a long night, and you just want to get to the hotel and rest up.” “No, no, it’s not just tonight,” she groaned. “It’s every night. We’ve been doing this for so long and I’ve gotten so many titles in that time, and I don’t know why, but I’m so tired of it all.” That was something he never expected to hear from Mickey. As long as Ray had known her, she always had this fantastic love for the business that simply could not be matched. Of course, she would not be the first person to lose interest in the game, but why now, so suddenly? She must have read his mind, because when she turned to meet his eyes, she shook her head. “I’m not saying I’m retiring or anything; you couldn’t drag me away from the ring. No, I’m just tired of winning the same sorts of titles over and over again, with the same gimmick. I’m the punk who defies the authority and meets any challenge because she doesn’t care if she lives or dies.” He nodded and remarked, “Yeah, and the crowd love it.” “For now, but if I’m bored of it, how long will it take until they turn on it too?” “So what were you thinking?” Mickey’s gaze returned to the mirror and she let her hand fall to her chin. “I’ve been thinking about my grandfather.” Her grandfather was ‘Hog Wild’ Lou Ramone, a legend in the industry for a few reasons. First, he had a timeless look, wearing wrestling trunks under overalls and nothing else; second, he was one of the toughest S.O.B.s back in the day; third and most remarkable, he was close to six hundred and fifty pounds in his peak. Lou had been a blimp of a man who made up for zero agility by focusing on powerful blows and drops that seemed to make the arenas shake. He was literally one of the biggest men in the history of the business, let alone the GWF, and when he passed away just a year after Mickey was born, everyone in the company poured out for the funeral. “What about him?” asked Ray. She turned back to face him, the ice shifting around her powerful body, and replied, “I have won so many variations of the same belts: world titles, tag titles, intercontinental, cruiserweight, hardcore, and so on. I’m proud of my accomplishments, but I need something new to aspire to; I need to be a groundbreaker like my grandfather.” “What did you have in mind?” “The Superheavyweight Championship,” she answered with a grin. When she was met with a confused look, she sighed and reached for her phone. Once in hand, she dug through her photos until she pulled up a picture of an old belt encased in glass. It was nowhere near as big as the belts of today, looking more like a tool belt than anything else, and it featured an embossed eagle with arrows in one claw and holly in the other. “My grandfather regularly competed for this belt back in the day,” Mickey explained. “It was a special belt for a special category of wrestler: only those who weighed upwards of four hundred pounds could qualify. Lou held this title three times in his life and was the last man to win it before it was discontinued; this here is the original, still sitting on a shelf in our home.” “So what, you want to bring the Superheavyweight Division back?” he asked, still not getting the picture. Mickey shook her head. “I don’t just want to bring back the Superheavyweight Division: I want to be their champion!” If it were anyone suggesting this, Ray would have laughed at how ridiculous it was. This was Mickey Ramone talking though, the same woman who once demanded she take a bump through a flaming table covered in barbed wire; after the C4 match at Fright Night 12, he knew she was deathly serious about stuff like this. The flustered manager clapped his hands together and took a deep breath. “Okay, voice of reason time, mi princesa violenta. You’re talking about reviving a division that’s been dead for over forty years. You want to be the champion of said division, despite there being no other women wrestlers that come close to that weight class, including yourself. Hog Wild was over six hundred pounds in his prime; you’re about a fifth of that. Even if you could get corporate to sign off on this, you’d be taking a huge risk on this.” As she languished in the tub with closed eyes, she murmured, “Thirty-five.” “Come again?” Ray asked. “That’s how many times you’ve told me that, Raymundo. Thirty-five times, you’ve told me I’d be taking a huge risk. And how often does it work out for me?” He could not do the math, but he knew that she was more often right than wrong. Mickey was a risk-taker, but she did everything in her power to make things turn out in her favor. “Ray, look at me,” she told him. When he looked to her bruised face, he swore that she had never looked so determined in her life. “This is what I want to do. I don’t care what anyone says, but I am going to be the Superheavyweight Champion.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair. There was no talking her out of this, not when she got into one of her moods; arguing with the creative department was easier than getting Mickey to change her mind. “Fine, fine,” he relented. “I’ll get us a meeting with the boss and see what we can do for you. But I’ll tell you right now, Mick: Dave is going to say…” *** “Not a chance in hell!” It was the day after the Showdown, a few hours before Monday Night War. Mickey, who now wore a white tank-top, leather jacket, and torn jeans, and Ray, who wore a casual suit, sat on the other side of a table in Dave Ericson’s hotel room. Mr. Ericson was the owner of the whole GWF and had been for the last forty years, and it showed. He was closing in on seventy-five years old, his eyes were often bloodshot from working twenty-hour days, and his face was wrinkling like a raisin. At the same time, Dave had been on the juice for a good few years back in the day and still regularly worked out, which meant that he was still a tough man. On this day, the day after his most successful event of the year, he wore a dark suit that fit him like a glove. “Let me tell you both something right now,” he grumbled as he carved up his steak and eggs. “I have heard some crazy ideas come my way; hell, I’ve even made up a few myself. This has got to take the cake though.” “Is this really any crazier than the time you tried to run an incest angle involving yourself and your daughter?” asked Mickey with a sarcastic smirk. Dave scowled at her, but Ray intervened before words could be exchanged. “Dave, we’ve got this figured out in a way that will allow us to make this happen; we spent all night planning this.” “Then pretend I’m a mark and sell me on it,” the boss said to the manager. Ray brought out a notepad that he had been scribbling on since that conversation in the early dawn. “First, we write Mickey off TV tonight with some injury, like a broken tail bone or quad; after last night’s beating, people will buy it and we can forfeit the titles. Next, we’ll have Mickey on a rigorous schedule that will balance out her gaining with exercise so that she’s not just getting fat; she’ll be getting strong too, like John Henry. The way we’ve got her schedule planned out now, we should have her up to about three hundred pounds by next year’s Beach Brawl, where she can make her big comeback and start building up to the title belt at Showdown the following spring.” Dave sighed and put on his readers so he could look over the notepad. He perused the scribbles, nodding here and shaking his head there, and when he finally put it down, his frown remained. “So what I’m getting is that you want to keep our top name in the Women’s Division on the bench for two years?” “That’s about how long it would take us to get to the appropriate weight for the belt,” Ray explained. “We’re not doing that,” the owner disapproved. “The only reason I’d let that happen is if you had a legit injury, but I’m not keeping you off TV for two years.” Ray was about to make another attempt, but Mickey stepped in. “Dave, I totally get where you’re coming from: you don’t want to lose a hot commodity and all the merch that comes with it, especially for so long. But I am going to do this with or without the GWF. Believe you me, I am sure that there are a lot of promotions that would eat up something like this. Who knows? Maybe I’ll bring take it to the BCW in Osaka, the HCW in London, or, Heaven help you, TNW.” If there was one thing Dave hated, it was losing talent to other promotions, particularly Total Nonstop Wrestling. He furrowed his brow at the pair across from him before sliding the notepad back to them. “All right, you can do the Superheavyweight angle, but you will follow my conditions.” He raised his fingers one by one as he fired off the terms. “First, when you come back, I will be booking you against the men; they’re the only ones I’ve got over three-hundred pounds, and I’m not about to fatten up anyone else in your division. Second, you will legitimately win every match; submissions or pinfalls, but no interference. Lastly, you will gain the appropriate weight by next Showdown; you get that big in a year, or I will send you back down to developmental until you’re back to your billing weight now.” Ray’s jaw dropped as he struggled to put together the numbers in his head. There was no way Mickey could gain that much weight so fast; it was physically impossible. Yet the punk princess only looked to Mr. Ericson with that same determination she had the night before. She was not going to run from such rigid challenges, not when she had her foot in the door. “Deal,” she agreed as she reached out to shake her boss’s hand. Dave returned the favor with a smirk of his own, though whether it was cockiness or admiration, no one could say. “Now, do we have any other business, or can I get back to my breakfast?” the owner asked the duo. Mickey looked down at the decadent dish on the table. There was a hearty tease of steak, a small pile of scrambled eggs, a foot’s worth of sausage links, and what seemed like a whole potato in hash. She looked back up to her boss and grinned. “Just one last question—how fast can room service get here?”