I usually post links to my stories on DeviantArt because there's nowhere else I can really post them (they're all rather long)
So I'm gonna see if I can post this short one I did like, 2 years ago that was good, and short!
(here's the link too, btw!)
https://www.deviantart.com/adelar-of-ostsae/art/Next-to-take-the-Freight-Elevator-WG-905107816
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I never expected to not only meet, but also fall for such a huge woman.
Linda lived on the 5th floor of the building i was a security guard in, and for nearly 2 years, we exchanged little more than small hellos as she wandered in after work, or after she finished errands. She was a slim brunette; wearing thin-rimmed brown glasses, and she was very fond of tight v-neck shirts and her beige pants. Her hair was always tied in a long, loose ponytail, and her routine was simple. Walk in, nod and greet me, and take the stairs up to her apartment. It wasn't far enough to warrant taking the freight elevator; she seemingly disliked being too close to others. It was probably also in an effort to burn as many calories as she could. I couldn't ever say i saw her order food either; not unless company was over.
But things started to change.
One day, food arrived for her. The guy didn't even bother taking it past our front door. He simply dropped it, assuming I'd take care of it. Which, I did of course. But Linda was still surprised by the courtesy as she came down to get it.
"Ah, fuck. He didn't even try to take it up to my door." she said, rushing to the glass door, peering out to find the man.
She turned as i reached over with the bag in hand. "I grabbed it for ya, thought you'd be down sooner than later." I offered with a smile.
She looked relieved, and smiled back, seemingly embarrassed that she had ordered food at all. It was unusual for her; but not worth any sort of shame by today's standards.
"Thank you so much! I know these delivery guys can be a real hassle and a half to actually follow the instructions you write for them."
That may have been the first time i had seen her order food, but it certainly wasn't the last. Over the coming weeks, her orders had started to pick up. First every second day, then several days in a row. But I noticed her grocery trips had not slowed down at all in the interim; if anything they had picked up. Almost every day she was coming home with more and more food after work. Her loads were getting heavy; and she had started taking the elevator with her haul. But food wasn't the only thing she was hauling anymore..
She had started gaining weight. It began with noticing the way her thighs swayed more than usual; then how tightly her pants clung to her curves. Now that her trips were split between her groceries on the elevator, and her return home from work on the stairs, I could see the impact on her. Taking the stairs, she slowed down. It was a struggle; a fight. She huffed as she raised her huge thighs each day up those steps; starting to take breaks on the way up. There were even a couple times I offered her help. The first two times she declined.. but then she started taking my help more often, trying to force herself to seemingly lose the weight by taking the stairs, submitting to the torture she now resented.
I would feel her warmth, her softness brushing against me, and soon pressing against me too. I held her arms, and they had plumped up too. Most of the weight was all going to her ass and thighs, making her ever wider. Her belly was plumping up too; but nowhere near the size she was below her waist. Her hips swayed dramatically now as she entered the building, demanding attention as she strode in. Soon, she gave up though, much to my sadness. The day finally came where she submitted to taking the elevator, empty handed after work, to her floor. Still, I assisted with her groceries and getting them to her apartment.
My fondness for both her and her body was growing nearly as fast as her waistline. I was sure she had seen that in me too, as we talked more and more in that time. We chatted, and even flirted on her daily walks home. We grew very close, and i started spending the evenings with her after my shift in her living room, watching movies. But she never stopped stuffing herself. Soon i was practically feeding her and fattening her up, making her dinner some nights. She was a bottomless pit.
She asked me quite deliberately one day to join her in the elevator, unprompted. We entered, me holding her hand as the machine shook to life, lifting us up off the floor. Between the second and third floors, she suddenly reached for the emergency stop button. The box lurched to a stop, sending her stumbling. I caught her, and she leaned into my arms. Pressing me against the wall, she pinned me there. Her huge thighs and plump belly, surging in a full muffin top over the confines of her pants, made contact as well.
I was at a loss. Weak in the knees, my heart pounded. Quickly, Linda wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. Her face leaned close to me, whispering her words.
"You've helped me so much, made everything better than I could have imagined. I want to spend so much more time with you; I want you to be mine."
I leaned in close, our hearts beating as one.
"I'm all yours." was all i could get out before our lips met.
That love blossomed into a marriage I never expected, there in that little old building.
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