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Hi there Little Piggy,

I think it’s time we had a little chat about how FAT you’re getting. I mean just look at all that naughty, jiggly, blubber!

Why can’t you stop eating fatty? Are you really that hungry all the time? Do you like being a greedy fat little glutton? Stuffing your fat little face with more, and more, and more, until you’re so full you think you might just pop? Such a naughty fatty! You just can’t stop growing can you?

What if prepared a banquet in your honour. All you can eat. Yes even you porky!

Are you hungry fat girl?

Starving?

Well go on then, plump little piggy, eat up! Eat all that you can and then eat even more. Yes that’s right just eat and eat and eat like the naughty little glutton you are. Just eat and eat and eat and eat…

Oh my you’re getting even fatter aren’t you? I can see your belly growing!

Go on keep eating!

Don’t worry about your clothes getting tighter. Keep eating.

Don’t worry as your buttons pop off one by one, just keep eating more.

Don’t worry as your big fat butt splits the seat of your pants.

Don’t worry as your fat belly comes pouring out for everyone to see.

Don’t worry as everyone stares at your ballooning waist and thunder-thighs thinking,

“Oh God, what an enormous porker!”

Just keep eating piggy. I want to see you grow, and grow, and grow, and GROW!

I want to rub and squeeze all that naughty fat, slide my fingers between your fat rolls, bury my face in your huge tubby belly.

I want to watch your underpants dig in to your fat as you swell up like a balloon, watch their threads stretch and snap as your fat outgrows them, tearing them to shreds.

I want to make you bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER. Breasts the size of volleyballs, hips so embarrassingly wide you can’t fit anywhere! Fat little sausage fingers and toes, and your cute chubby face so fat you’ll barely recognise yourself in the mirror.

Stuff that fat gut! Grow for me piggy! Bigger! BIGGER!! Don’t stop eating!

I want to make you so fat you’re almost completely round. Like a huge, gigantic beached whale. So fat and round you can’t even reach your own bellybutton. Too fat and helpless to even reach for more food, but don’t worry, I’ll keep feeding you more, and more, and more! Pancakes, donuts, cupcakes, pies, chocolate, ice-cream, so much food! And you have to eat it ALL!

I won’t want to stop until you’re the fattest naughtiest piggy in the whole world!

With love, noarthereonlyfat ;) <3 xoxo

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Audio Story - Biggest glutton in the world part 1 (weight gain story)

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It’s only the first week of holidays and I simply have to slow down! I’ve been pigging out way too much recently. I lament over eating such a big breakfast this morning. So much bacon and cheese and then having the nerve to finish off with waffles and ice cream. So bad! I’ll skip dinner. The ice cream was melting so I ate it all quickly. My size fourteen jeans shorts had to be unbuttoned by the end. I couldn’t move very well. Groaning seemed to make it better, so as I walked with my button undone I moaned and rubbed my belly. I can’t deny how much it turns me on. What if I really let go and got fat? It wouldn’t be all bad. But seriously I’m too big as it is. I need to get in shape this summer. I’ll go for a swim, get some exercise. My butt jiggles a little as I squeeze into my one-piece bathing suit. I suck in my stomach almost subconsciously as I admire my ample curves in the mirror. I’m still gorgeous. Some exercise wouldn’t hurt though. My mum eyes me judgementally as I leave the house in my swimwear. All my fat on display. Yeah I’m Jess, your porky fat excuse for a daughter. I cringe with every step, hoping all that jiggling isn’t as noticeable to others as it is to me. I suddenly worry that my jean shorts are actually amplifying how fat my butt and thighs are instead of hiding them. But when I got to the beach I felt tired and lethargic. Breakfast was still heavy in my stomach so I just lay there and absorbed the sun. My inactivity was surely converting all of breakfast straight into more fat. In my daydreams people walk by me on the beach as I snack from a bottomless picnic basket. I’ve been having these dreams recently. The memories of them seem to resurface during the day whenever I worry about my weight. They seem to get more and more vivid each time. In this one little children stare and point saying how huge I am, that I’m as fat as a beached whale. Their parents shush them and drag them away. My dream self blushes at the spectacle I am making of myself. Such a naughty piggy. Stuffing herself big full and round in public. And my dream self is certainly very well rounded. And growing ever bigger. I can actually see my fingers getting fatter with every bite I swallow! Damn I’m hungry again already is it lunchtime yet? I sit down for brunch at the nice little restaurant across the street from the beach. It’s my new favourite place. I’ve been pigging out here for the last few weeks. Their cuisine is rather amazing! Yesterday I noticed a lot of people were eating here still wearing their bathing suits so no need to go home and change. I feel okay wearing my one piece and little shorts to cover my fat thighs. I think my curves look okay. I’m plump but not fat, right? However when I sit down I cringe, realising my love handles have bulged out a lot more than I expected them to, becoming outlined clearly by the blue clingy material. My thighs look a lot fatter when I’m sitting too. They spread out covering the entire base of the chair. I’m thankful I chose to wear a little top to cover my fat arms and shoulders, and at least with my shorts over the top of my swimsuit my thighs aren’t completely exposed. The way they bulge out of the bottom makes me a little self-conscious though. I can feel a tingle between them as I think this. My face becomes flushed. A waitress approaches my table. She’s staring at me. Her eyes scan me up and down like she’s checking me out. I die inside of embarrassment. I recognise her from a couple of my previous visits, she’s very attractive, around my age or maybe a year or two older. God she must think I’m a greedy pig. I’m suddenly glad she’s on shift and serving me as I recall that last time she gave me extra sides with my orders for free, all double servings too, so if she has a problem with my figure then she can go blame herself! I scan the menu licking my lips as I realise it’s not quite eleven AM yet so the breakfast menu is still on offer. I salivate over the pretty pictures of waffles and sweet rolls. As I read the menu, out of the corner of my eye I notice the waitress sneakily glancing at my soft love handles. It’s making me rethink my selection. Maybe I should get something with a few less calories. When I look up again I catch her looking directly at my fat. She’s smiling. Her eyes almost twinkle as they’re glued to my midsection for at least an entire second. I look down and realise she’s checking out my navel. It looks so deep and dark under my skin-tight bathing suit. I blush burying my head in the menu, embarrassed. She must think I’m a gigantic fat hog, especially after all the food she served me yesterday. I’m definitely just getting a salad. But before I can place my order she smiles warmly tells me I look gorgeous in my bathers. Now I think about it she told me she loved what I was wearing last time as well. She tells me she wishes she had the curves to pull off wearing a one piece like that. I can’t help but imagine that she’d look quite stunning in just about any swimwear. Her uniform hugs her thin well-toned body very closely. I’m still blushing so I tell her she looks good in her uniform, hoping to get the conversation away from my body. She thanks me for the compliment and says I’m her new favourite customer. Touching me gently on the shoulder she asks if I’d like to try their all you can eat special, 50% off for her new favourite customer. I search for it on the menu, hesitating as I nervously glance at the salad selections hoping to see something that steers me in a more sensible direction, but she leans in and whispers that it’s not on the menu. If I get the special I can order whatever I want, and with the discount it’s cheaper anyway. She flashes me another warm smile with a wink. Just keep ordering whatever I want off the menu until I’m full? Sure thing. I start with pancakes. One little flattering glance was all it took to break my resolve? I can’t help but grin even though I know I’m in trouble. The pancakes were warm and delicious and I followed them up with a sweet roll and some other breakfast goodies. The sweet roll was hot, sweet and delicious. The frosting was so sugary it made my teeth ache a little but it was so good! So flaky and buttery. Before I even realized it, I’d eaten the whole thing, followed by a piece of toast, three sausage links, and half an omelette. I felt myself leaning back and bringing the forkfuls of food over my stuffed belly. I may just be as fat as a house by the end of the summer. This food is so delicious, tempting, fattening. Before long everything is gone. And I feel so HUGE. How could I have eaten so much? I’d almost forgotten this was actually my second breakfast. All promises of dieting are off. I can’t control myself with such good food. The waitress carries away the plates. I look down at my distended belly. I had better get myself under control or my friends won’t even recognize me when classes start up again. I start to heave myself up, the waitress puts her hand on my shoulder pushing me gently back down whilst she places a large plate containing a cheeseburger and fries on the table. She made this especially for me? She says she really hopes I’m not too full from breakfast to enjoy it. She reminds me that the all you can eat special is good for an entire day as long as I keep eating.  It’s nearly time for lunch after all, and the dessert menu would be available very soon. I already knew from yesterday there are some things on that dessert menu that are to die for! I couldn’t help but feel excited. The waitress smiled and walked away with a little wiggle in her step. I inhale the burger’s salty aroma, there’s bacon in it somewhere, my mouth is watering. It would makes sense to get all my meals for the day out of the way right now, wouldn’t it? Since it’s all practically free. It was a valid reason, sort of. I feel fatter already… Quickly. Voraciously. The juicy burger dripped down my chin, the fries were salty and covered in ketchup. I saved most of the fries for last but I felt like I would explode for sure! To the right of the chips there was a decent sized serving of a delicious looking pasta side dish. I dip the chips into its sauce and savour its flavour. When I ran out of chips I start on the pasta without even thinking. I start to feel hot. Sweaty. Perspiring slightly. I strip my top down to my bathing suit and ate it all. ALL. Right now I look like I swallowed a beach ball. My tummy is tight. I have never been so stuffed before in my whole life! This has got to stop! Barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and potato salad. The waitress just keeps it coming. She tells me I’m a good customer. I swear her friendly grin gets wider with every dish she brings me to eat. The other wait staff never approach me. She doesn’t appear to be serving anyone else either. I’m HER customer, and she’s MY waitress. She looks me in the eyes as I swallow a large forkful of pie. If I didn’t know any better I’d have said the look on her face was nothing short of pure unbridled lust. She smiles knowingly and licks her lips at me. I slowly push another forkful past my lips and I swear I see the desire in her eyes intensify. I blush knowing my nipples have suddenly become rock hard beneath my bathing suit. I’m relieved that the restaurant is now mostly empty and no one else seems to be paying any attention to my relentless gorging. Stuff stuff stuff. Eat eat eat. I’ve never binged quite like this before. Dare I go on? A large pepper steak with mushrooms and cheese. It was hot, juicy and good. Barely conscious of my actions. Completely automatic. Extra gravy? Yes please! Slurp. Hic. Stuff. My vision faded as I swooned. My habits were set now. My god my god my god…what am I doing? I will explode. The apple pies were sweet and sugary when I got to them. I was soooo stuffed. I hiccupped and breathed heavily. Was it my imagination or was it starting to get dark outside already? Surely not! I did not just spend an entire day eating! Did I? … I look at the tables upon tables of empty plates in front of me and let out a short guilty laugh, just a single punctuated ‘Ha’ whilst blushing profusely. No wonder my breathing is heavy. The fat and calorie content had to be astronomical. The burgers alone were well over a thousand calories! Oh my god. I just stared down at my stuffed belly. Thank god for my stretchy bathing suit. It was tight around my full-full belly. I fell back and lay still for quite some time, uncomfortable, I rest my hand on my large stomach groaning softly, contentedly, my eyes feel heavy, I let them close. I begin to snooze lightly. My mind begins to dream. It’s so vivid it takes me moment to even realise it is a dream despite its absurdness. I’m dreaming about my waitress. She is standing in front of me where I sit wearing what looks like a Halloween costume, a sexy devil outfit with little red horns and a tail. I’m still sitting in my chair, my hair which I’ve dyed blond for years is now pink, just like I had it back when I was fifteen. I look down and my body is different too. I’m much smaller, and I’m wearing my old school uniform. I feel like a little girl again. She offers me a plate of cookies. I take one. It is gooey and moist and oh so delicious. Chocolate chip. So good. Like a greedy girl I take another, and another, gobbling them all down, grinning between each bite. I can’t seem to stop eating even in my dreams. I get nice and full. I feel a little too full as I pick up the last one, but I eat it any way. I swallow it in one big delicious gulp but splutter as it doesn’t go all the way down. I swallow again and clutch my belly as I feel the last cookie get halfway down to my stomach before seemingly getting stuck. Suddenly my little stomach feels extremely full as the cookie slowly crams its way inside. I moan and rubbing my full little belly. Packed in tight. The fullness seems to be getting worse it just won’t let up. Suddenly I feel my uniform tighten around me! I gasp, my little body isn’t so little anymore. I’ve plumped up to fill my uniform to bursting point! A button has popped off my top exposing my navel. My belly and love handles are hanging over my tight skirt. A thick roll of flab bulges out all the way around no longer covered by my inadequate top. My breasts have grown too, my previously flat chest is now supporting two big womanly bosoms, also straining the buttons of my top. My waitress leans forward and rests her hands on my thighs. My plump round thighs. She is so much taller than me. Her impressive cleavage is right in my face. My heart is racing. I look up into her eyes, a beautiful shade of blue/green. She flashes me a devilish smile and gives my fat juicy thighs a hard squeeze. Her slender fingers dig sharply into my softness. She clucks her tongue disapprovingly and frowns. “My, my! What a greedy little girl you’ve been!” she tuts. She pokes me in the belly with a plastic pitchfork and I let out an involuntary burp. My face reddens, my plump little hand covering my mouth. She slips the pitchfork under one of my love handles and gives it a little jiggle. My jaw slowly goes slack in disbelief. I feel so intimidated. “Well I guess you better wash them down,” she says in a patronizing manner as she pours me a glass of milk. My mouth is dry and my throat still uncomfortable from the difficult swallow so I accept the milk. “Drink up tubby!” she mocks as I gulp it down. As I get to the last swallow a seam on my tight skirt bursts apart and the fat of my plump juicy thighs becomes exposed all the way up my side to my taught underwear. “Look at all this disgusting fat! You little glutton!” she pokes my belly with her pitchfork like she’s gauging it’s size… Or maybe its capacity. I shiver with each poke. She shakes her head and pulls out a huge pink dress. It’s so wide against her slender body it looks ridiculous. “Better cover that blubber Miss Piggy,” she says screwing up her nose as she tosses the pink fabric at me. I gasp as in a blink of an eye I’m suddenly wearing the dress. It’s quite pretty with a frilly hem and sleeves but I’m mortified to find that across the front, the words “I’m a little piggy!” are written in bold rounded lettering, and evenly spaced over the rest of the fabric are little cupcakes, hot dogs, and the words OINK OINK! in rounded balloon like lettering. How humiliating! I blush with heavy embarrassment as my waitress tries to zip up the back of the dress with difficulty. She roughly yanks at the zipper jolting me around. She grunts from exertion like she’s losing the battle. My young little body feels like it’s having the life squeezed out of it by the dress. “Well suck it in fatso!” she complains. Embarrassed, I do my best to oblige and suck in my gut. The zipper suddenly gets over the last bulge of my back fat and makes it all the way to the top. “Phew! Much better!” she says wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. I relax my stomach muscles and the seams of the dress let out a long slow creak. Looking down I get a slight shock when I see just how big I look now. Oh no! I appear to have gotten even fatter! I’m not just fat, I’m a total porker! The dress is huge and bursting at the seams with my fat. It creaks and groans with every breath. and every slight movement I dare to make threatens to pop a thread. It feels like my blubber is actively trying to escape its restrictive confines. “Wow, just look at you!” she says as she walks around my girth, poking me every so often with her pitchfork. “Yes there’s a lot of you isn’t there. Fuck you must be one hungry girl!” she laughs mockingly. As if on cue, my big belly lets out a hungry gurgling sound loud enough to be heard over her laughter. She stands opposite me, one hand on her narrow hips and the other gently swinging her costume’s devil tail with a knowing smirk on her face. “Oh my, it’s going to take some work to fill up a girl as big as you! But don’t worry porky, lucky for you I’m good at my job. I think *this* should be enough food to fill up anyone, even you!” she gestures with her pitchfork towards a huge table which is suddenly groaning under the weight of an absolute banquet. My eyes widen as they take in the sheer volume of delicious food presented before me. It looks so tasty. So tempting. My young fatter self is suddenly hungry. Very. Very. Hungry. My pulse begins to quicken. Is that all for me? My eyes scan the array of tempting goodies. I’m filled with intense cravings for every type of treat before me. My mouth is watering profusely. I feel giddy with excitement. Licking my lips greedily. She picks up a napkin and flicks it out gracefully as she struts her way over to tuck it under my chin. My thick, double chin. She places a knife and fork in my plump little hands and steps back, eyeing my bulging figure sniggering into her hand over my fatness. My tummy gurgles hungrily. I feel my face get hot. Oh God I’m so aroused. Before I know it she’s feeding me donuts, cakes, pastries, and pies. I eat it all I can’t control myself. And she is laughing. And laughing. Bits of icing get smeared on my lips, crumbs go flying all over the napkin, she’s stuffed my mouth so full I can’t fully close my lips while I chew. The knife and fork clang as they hit the floor. They won’t be needed. She keeps my mouth so full of food I barely have time to breathe. More, more, more she feeds me as I practically inhale each gulping mouthful. Food disappears into me so fast it’s nearly a blur. I look down and all I see is my large round belly and big fat boobs straining against the fabric, distorting the shape of the words and little drawings. I’m so big! Munch. Munch. Gulp. Swallow.  I’m so round and fat! And I’m growing! Expanding! The dress is creaking. Tighter. Tighter. I feel rounder. Fatter. I feel like a blimp being prepared for take off. My heavy belly is weighing down on my thighs, the tip working its way towards my knees. My bulging thighs spread as they thicken and fill up with fat. My calves swell rounder causing my white knee high school socks to roll down, and the buckles of my black school shoes groan as my soft fat swells out and around them. I can feel my fat little toes fighting for space, even they are swelling up with naughty fatness. I rise up in my seat as my butt gets bigger, and bigger. My arms rise up from my sides as I blow up like a balloon! Oh no even my face is swollen! My cheeks feel bigger and heavier. My neck is thickening into my shoulders and chest. My waitress squeezes the chub of my cheeks as she inserts a foot long chocolate éclair into my mouth and proceeds to push it into me, bite after bite, making me bigger, and bigger, and bigger! The napkin is starting to gently pinch the fat of my neck, the loose bow unravels and it falls into my expanding cleavage, nearly getting swallowed. I gasp and nearly choke on a sweet mouthful of cream as I see my huge boobs swell and thicken into elongated jumbo sized watermelons. My nipples are rock hard betraying my arousal. They’ve slipped out of my bra. So hard and stiff. They’re rubbing against the fabric of my creaking dress as my breasts swell, and swell. Bigger. Fatter! My underwear is creaking, growing tighter with every passing second. My bra cuts deeply into my soft back and shoulder flab. My underpants are sliding up and giving me a wedgie. This only adds to the growing wetness between my thighs. My bra creaks louder with every mouthful my waitress stuffs into me, the hooks are bending out of shape at the back. Finally they start to give out one by one until finally my enormous jumbo sized boobs explode out of the bra, filling out beneath the tight pink fabric of the dress. My tenderly erect nipples wobble about wildly as they settle down the rising slope of my belly. Meanwhile the tightness of my underpants becomes almost unbearable. They’re rubbing against my pussy as I grow, putting pressure in all the right places. But they’re also cutting off the circulation to my thighs. I wince through a mouthful of deliciously moist chocolate cake and then moan as they finally snap. They’re stuck so deep and tightly in my fat that they continue to give me a slight wedgie even after my thighs and butt have burst out of them. My fupa feels so swollen. Every wobble and jiggle of its burgeoning mass feels like its being transferred up into my most intimate places via the remaining taught strands of fabric from my underwear. Oh god I’m getting so fucking fat! How much bigger could I possibly get? I’ve barely made a dent in all the food. If I eat it all I’ll be positively ginormous! But the feast continues as my waitress stuffs a funnel in my mouth and pours a huge jug of cherry chocolate milkshake into my mouth. Delish! As I gulp it down I can hear my fat gurgling as it accommodates the influx of calories, I whimper as my soft chest flesh rises up to meet the thickening flab of my enormous triple chin. My flab is packed into the dress so tightly now it can barely jiggle. Yet still bigger I grow. Jess the human blimp! Bang! My eyes become as wide as saucers as a seam busts open. “Oops!” my waitress laughs, “Oh no Piggy! They don’t make dresses any bigger than this! It’s the largest size you can get! Whatever will you do now?” I moan through a mouthful of cream and delicious pecan pie. I hear the dress rip some more, it’s splitting down my sides. I can feel huge thick rolls of flab bursting out into the air. “Well I guess it’s ruined now. Fuck you’re a greedy glutton aren’t you?!” she laughs. Then she leans in and whispers, “I’ve never seen anyone get so morbidly obese! And I’ve never met anyone that’s so fucking HUNGRY! You’ll be as big as a fucking whale when I’m done with you!” I can see that her nipples are as rock hard as mine. I see the fire of lust in her eyes. She gives my exposed fat a poke and a squeeze. Her fingers touching my bare swelling flesh. So hot! I moan. She keeps the food coming. Huge seemingly endless mouthfuls of lemon cheesecake. Gulp. Swallow. Creak. Gulp. Swallow. Creak. Gulp! Gulp! Creak! Creak! Relentless! More! More! Feed me! Feed me! I can’t stop! I’m out of control! I feel breathless. I can’t eat fast enough. Every gulp fattens me more. The splitting seams of the dress stretch wider. The buckles on my black school shoes burst open one after the other. My thighs and butt swell. My belly inflates. My boobs grow heavier. My arms are becoming huge thick pillows of fat, ripping through the pink sleeves and frilly white lace of my exploding outfit. I can feel my fat rolls thickening, and new ones forming all over my body as I rise up, up, up in my seat. RIIIIP! The dress can’t take any more. My black school shoes pop off my inflating feet like champagne corks. My white socks, stretched so thin they’ve lost their opaqueness burst like sausage casings as my impossibly fat legs get even bigger. Absolutely nothing can contain me now! I’m too big! Too huge! Too FAT! I whimper wiggling my plump swelling fingers and toes. They feel stiff and tight. I’m becoming impossibly fat! But my naked body just keeps inflating fatter and fatter, larger and larger, free of all restraint. I voice in my head cries in complete awe, Jess you’re so HUGE! You have to stop eating! But I can’t! Another voice replies. I continue to munch on, moaning as I’m crammed full of chocolate fudge. I eat, and eat, and eat. Gradually turning myself into a helpless blimp. She just won’t stop feeding me! Can’t she see I’m ballooning up out of control?! My legs are pushed further and further apart by the fat of my thick wobbling thighs as they expand. My waitress traces her fingers along my exposed fat, pinching me. She squeezes each of my thick round thighs with both hands. They’re getting so HUGE! Together they’re bigger than she is!  Then I groan lustfully as my belly surges forward enveloping my entire lap. Bigger and fatter I grow! When will it end?! My belly spills past the edge of my huge knees, pushing them aside so that its weight can rest between my legs. A thick slab of fat dangling obscenely over the edge of my seat. My waitress laughs teasingly, “Oh my god that’s shameful piggy! You’re shamefully obese! Look at that obscene belly!” Still cramming more cupcakes into me, she gently nudges the dangling overhang of my gut from behind with her foot, sending it swaying. I let out a guttural moan spraying crumbs everywhere. She grins and continues to play with my belly as it inflates even more. She sticks her slender finger deep into my cavernous bellybutton and wiggles it about. I swear I hear my skin creaking under the strain of trying to contain my enormously fat body. There’s just too much of me! She gives my dangling belly a huge shake with both hands. The overhanging portion of it is wobbling back and forth like crazy! Its tip actually slaps against the underside of the chair. Oh. My. God. The shredded remains of my underpants are completely soaked. The chair’s metal frame is creaking. Protesting. Deeming my weight unacceptably heavy. My skin is tingling from tightness. I need to stop eating now! I’m way too big and heavy! How much must I weigh? Six hundred, seven hundred pounds? More? Eight hundred?! It’s so hard to judge, I feel like I could weigh half a ton! Stop piggy! You’re already WAY too FAT! Stop before you get any bigger! But I’m so horny! And oh god this food tastes so good! Just one more mouthful and then that’s it! Really! I swear! I know I’m getting far too FAT! A mouthful of delicious macaroons immediately changes my mind, I let out a shuddered exasperated moan of delight and my gorging continues with renewed vigour. The food just keeps getting better and better, and so I get bigger, and bigger, and BIGGER! I’m helplessly overstuffed addicted to food, no matter how much I’ve eaten, no matter how much I try to resist, the intense cravings for more just continue to seduce me over and over. I can’t help it, I just want to eat and eat and eat! My waitress laughs and laughs at how easy it was to tempt me into this gluttonous frenzy. I moan through a mouthful of heavenly butterscotch cheesecake, struggling to grasp at my growing fat. I’m completely amazed at how big and heavy my arms and hands have gotten, I can barely lift my elbows from my sides at all. All my effort raises them less than an inch. Bending them is even tougher, so much fat in the way I can barely make it past ninety degrees, and that angle of mobility is decreasing with every swallow. I stare at my hands in disbelief. My fingers are beyond chubby now, thick and fat like giant overstuffed frankfurters. My palms are so swollen they make my hands look like inflatable toys, so pumped up with fat that I can barely make a fist. I get quickly tired from holding up the weight of my pillow-sized arms and let my elbows fall to my sides. I can feel them inching their way outwards as I expand. My feet feel pinned to the floor by the weight of my legs. I’m becoming a huge round immobile ball of fat! Slowly becoming more and more imprisoned in my own flab yet STILL I can’t stop eating, and eating, and eating! I can’t believe how insanely horny my incredulous growth is making me. Feeling my sides, belly, butt, every last part of me creak outwards, expanding inch by inch. So wide! So round! So FAT! At the same time a cool breeze tickles my belly as it pushes forward, hanging lower. So huge! It’s grazing the floor ever so slightly. She stuffs me mercilessly! I get wider! Rounder! All my fat slowly inflating me like a gigantic balloon. Not even I get tell if my unintelligible moans are for her to stop or keep going. Oh god if she keeps feeding me I’m going to cum! My fat wobbles unsteadily as the metal chair legs start to bend beneath me. A huge orgasm rockets through my enormous body as I sink towards the ground crushing the chair flat. My waitress climbs joyfully onto my fat after lining up plates and plates of desserts around my thickening neck. I can smell waffles and donuts and other items but I can’t turn my neck far enough to see everything that’s laid out on the vast expanse of my shoulders. I’m sure it’ll be inside me soon enough. Lying down on my belly, now large enough to support her entire body, she lines herself up face to face with me and feeds me more food as she writhes about in my fat, using her legs and her free hand to play with every inch of my body spurring me on to climax again and again as she stuffs, and stuffs, and stuffs me with every bit of food she can get her hands on. Somehow I just know she’s not going to stop until all the food is gone, or until I pop! “Wake up, it’s time for breakfast Piggy!” she whispers and the dream seems to evaporate around me as my body expands infinitely into a brilliant white light. The next thing I know I’m awake breathing heavily, a faint film of perspiration evaporating from my skin, pleasantly cooling me down. My body is still tingling pleasantly from my amazing dream. I still sit at the table. I am starving. My appetite is back with a vengeance. I am still only in a bathing suit. It is nearly dark outside. Wait, is that a sunset or a sunrise? I yawn. I am so hungry. Did I doze all night? There’s a pillow placed behind my head. My neck still feels a little stiff. “Good morning beautiful, I made some of your favourites,” I hear her voice. My tummy gurgles. My eyes blink blurrily into focus just in time to see my waitress entering the room. She’s almost dancing in her step, humming. She places a tomato, cheese and bacon omelette in front of me. “We’re not open today so feel free to relax and eat all you want. I have the kitchen all to myself,” she winks at me, smiling whilst patting her own non-existent belly and licking her lips. That gets my juices flowing. And my mouth watering. I smile guiltily back, blushing. She smiles back and says, “My name’s Anna by the way.” “Jess,” I reply whilst staring longingly at the food.

(end of Part 1… Part 2 here)

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What’s Good for the Goose is Good for the Gander - Part 2

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James swallowed a nervous gulp as the last of his buttons were undone. Jenny ran her hands up and down his chubby naked torso and James’s eyes widened with alarm as he felt his stomach churn almost angrily. He suddenly felt hungry. Very. Very. Hungry.

At the same time Sharon moaned a little and crammed a large cupcake into her face as fast as she could. The sight of her gorging made James incredibly horny but also set his mouth watering profusely. He groaned as his stomach panged and gurgled audibly.

“Don’t worry my tubby little boy. Sharon’s going to be eating for both of you since she’s so good a being a greedy little glutton. It’s just such a shame her body puts on weight so easily, really not fair is it?” Jenny said watching James’s crotch intently for signs of stirring.

Sharon called out in response, giggling, “No it isn’t fair! Only takes a few slices of cheesecake to make me blow up like a balloon!”

James felt his crotch tingle at the mention of Sharon’s gluttony and her gaining weight. At the same time felt the hunger in his stomach recede just a little. There was also a sweet aftertaste in his mouth, sugary, like the icing on the confection Sharon had just inhaled. Sharon giggled, her tight clothing seemed to loosen a fraction and she sighed now able to adjust her jeans comfortably.

“My sister really is quite the glutton isn’t she? Just look how greedy she is!” Jenny said wobbling James’s stomach.

“Keep going Sharon, this tubby little piggy is still hungry for more!” Jenny called out.

James watched unable to take his eyes off Sharon as she licked her lips and then dived face first into a huge chocolate pie. Immediately the slack in her clothes was gone and her fat love handles began to ooze over the sides of her jeans, her butt filling and stretching the seat until it creaked. This caused more than a stir in James’s underpants. Jenny looked delighted to see a defined bulge forming in his crotch. She reached down slowly and cupped her hands around it, feeling it stiffen in her palm. This time James definitely felt his stomach begin to fill up with something, his nervous eyes looked down to see his gut rising and his sides widening slowly, he could taste chocolate in his mouth. Jenny gave his bulge a gentle rub and his taught underpants creaked loudly as his belly, hips and thighs swelled instantly out another few inches. He began to squirm and fight his restraints, but Jenny tightened the belt around his waist a little until he relaxed again.

She chuckled with a hint of mischievousness. Jenny was clearly getting pleasure out of watching James fatten up and joyfully squeezed his fat in various places, cooing as she felt his chub thicken around her fingers. Meanwhile Sharon seemed to have shrunk again back to her original plump size, however she was done with the pie and was now ploughing through a row of large jam and cream filled éclairs and her fat was visibly swelling at an even faster rate. James eyes widened as he watched her almost instantaneously swell up even bigger than before, until her fat was oozing out obscenely from under her clothes. Her blubbery legs and wide behind were being squeezed so tightly by her jeans, the seams protesting louder and louder until the seat of her pants split right down the middle.

“Oh my, there’s just no stopping my porky little sister!” Jenny whispered enthusiastically.

In his already aroused state James felt his erection pulse and grow even harder, a gurgling sound drew his attention back to his own body. He gasped as a surge of growth sent rippling waves of fat cascading all over his body. But the growth didn’t stop there, he began to panic as another surge fattened him up so much that his black underpants split at his sides. Jenny poked his soft exposed flesh showing through the holes,

“Oh you horny little fat boy!” she chuckled.

“Ah… ah… ah…” James could only whimper in short panicky breaths, shocked at the immensely obese size he’d just fattened up to. He looked up at Jenny and gulped as he recognized the unbridled lust in her eyes, knowing from experience just how much she was enjoying his distress over the amount he’d just plumped up by.

“Oh you think you’re fat now? Just watch this!” Jenny grinned lustily. She placed her finger at the base of his bulge and slowly drew a line up the centre of his shaft. The bulge instantly grew thicker, and fatter, and longer, tearing his underpants a little more. At the same time the rest of James grew thicker, and fatter, and wider!

“Oh…” James whimpered as his gut spilled so far over the edge of his underpants the base of his belly lightly touched the top of his shaft. The sensation made him tense up even more, he could feel his fat burbling, he was gaining faster with every passing second. The elastic of his tightening underpants was cutting in to him painfully. Creak, creeeaaak, until….

SNAP! RRRIIIIIIIIIPPPP!!!

His huge butt and round thighs made short work of his underpants, bursting through the fabric all at once. Jenny laughed delighted as James’s erection sprung out, released into the open poking out obscenely into the air.

“Please… I…” James started, gasping for breath in shock at how much weight he’d just put on in an instant, blushing profusely as he felt his rock hard erection waving around in the cold air as it pulsed from arousal, occasionally bouncing against the underside of his belly.

“Oh wow! Yes! How does it feel to be on the receiving end my little round blimp?” Jenny said seductively whilst giving one of his flabby boobs a little playful squeeze, “God look at you! You’ve gotten so soft and squidgy!” she chuckled grabbing his shoulder and upper arm and giving them a good hard squeeze, her fingers sinking in so much they nearly disappeared into his soft blubber.

“My! What a big boy you are!” she laughed playfully whilst squeezing his enormously big belly.

James struggled to get up but the belt was still holding him down tightly across his middle. It had stretched a little with his growth but not quite enough, it now dug into his fat quite uncomfortably. He felt like a big helpless blimp, every part of him so heavy and bloated. He was alarmed at how clumsy his limbs felt, and how much his thigh fat slapped together as he struggled.

“Oh you don’t want to leave yet darling! You’ll miss the rest of Sharon’s feast! I *know* you’ll want to see that!” said Jenny, her voice thick and heavy with seductive overtones as she gave his belly and thigh fat a little claw-like squeeze with her slender fingers.

James became vaguely aware of munching and chomping in Sharon’s general direction but he could no longer see around his own girth. Jenny rotated his chair, which groaned under the strain of handling his weight, so that he could see.

And there she was! Greedy Sharon was as plump and round as ever, absolutely COVERED from head to toe in food! Her huge hips wiggled and her thighs jiggled wildly as she gleefully used both of her plump hands to cram huge messy chunks of cake into herself with reckless abandonment. A loud rumbling gurgle suddenly interrupted her feasting as her fat began to quake so much that the cake was shaken from her hands. Huge bits of cake fell from her face as she looked down at her vibrating body with concern. Then suddenly all of her clothes burst apart at the seams, her breasts pushed up into her face and her fingers and toes flexed as the swelled up like sausages. Then Sharon looked up at James and blushed guiltily as her double chin thickened and her chubby cheeks grew even more round and cute. Licking her lips she reached for more cake and returned to stuffing it into herself shamelessly whilst massaging one of her now HUGE swelling breasts. She moaned and buried her face into more cake eating even faster as she continued to steadily inflate bigger and bigger by the second, every new swallow seemed to increase the rate at which she grew.

James’s erection jolted to attention at the sight sticking up rock hard into the air.

“Oh my!” purred Jenny eyeing it up, “Yes you really like to see her binge don’t you?”

James just gawked as Sharon removed her face from a large cake, spluttering for breath completely covered in cream. She rolled her huge rotund body over and began to eat on all fours like a piggy as her soft fat bottom bulged completely free of her disintegrating pants.

“Don’t you?” Jenny said sternly as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his penis.

“AH!” gasped James struggling to crane his neck forward but found he was unable to see over the dome of his huge belly. A tearing sound distracted him and he glanced back at Sharon whose arms had gotten so thick they burst the seams of her top.

“DON’T YOU?!” demanded Jenny, giving his cock a little squeeze.

“I… uh…” James stammered, his eyes glanced back towards Sharon just in time to see her huge body wobble as she crawled along the floor towards another huge chocolate cream cake. Ripples ran through her fat and the base of her belly fought for space against her thighs. Her gut was getting so big it not only touched the floor but was splaying out at her sides and between her massive legs. Her body was now adorned with multiple fat rolls and her hips and sides visibly inched outwards more and more, thickening with every bite she desperately stuffed into herself. Every moment her movements became more awkward and cumbersome.

Jenny’s tone indicated she was beginning lose patience, “You want to see her blow up with fat until she’s so big she can’t even move, don’t you? DON’T YOU?!”

“Please… I…” moaned James breathlessly, afraid of the consequences his confession might bring, and yet unable to take his eyes off Sharon who was now kicking and struggling against her weight as moving became increasingly difficult. Yet still she ate more!

“ANSWER ME FAT BOY!” demanded Jenny.

James shook his head trying in vain to deny it.

“I’m twoo hweavy!” Sharon complained through a mouthful, but still continued to stuff even more cake into her mouth, making her balloon even faster.

James blushed red as his erection pulse in Jenny’s hands, there was no use in denying it,

“Yes, yes I like it! Okay! I’m sorry!”

Jenny smiled and gently caressed his balls with her other hand,

“That’s okay sweetie, no need to be sorry now. You’re going to get to watch her eat, and eat, and eat, until she literally can’t fit another bite! Only for every pound you enjoy watching her gain, you’re also going to store up inside your little fat boy body!” Jenny laughed.

James’s mouth opened in horror, unable to make a sound. There was so much food placed before Sharon. Somehow he could just tell it was every last bite of food he’d ever fantasized her eating, and now all that fat, all of Sharon’s fat, was going to end up inside him!

“Oh god yes!” Sharon moaned through a mouthful of pastries as her body visibly swelled outwards with extra blubber by nearly a foot in an instant.

Jenny slid her hand up and down James’s shaft with a grin on her face. James moaned, he was so hot from watching Sharon gorge and swell, and suddenly he could taste the food she was eating again, his stretched out stomach suddenly felt full. Very full. As Jenny slid her hand up and down his shaft once more he felt the fullness increase in pressure. He couldn’t help but moan at the pleasurable sensations her hand was inducing as it massaged his erection.

“You like that fat boy?” she purred.

“I… I…” stammered James. He could feel himself beginning to grow again.

“S-S-Stop!” he moaned as he saw his puffy flesh beginning to rise like baking dough.

But Jenny continued, pumping up and down his engorged shaft. Each pump seemed to inflate him with fat like a balloon. Up and down, up and down. Pumping him fuller, and fuller, and fatter, and fatter!

“Oh god!” James cried as Jenny began working her hand a little faster increasing the amount of fat filling his poor already overinflated body.

“Oh little fat boy, you’re like a balloon! I feel like I could just pump you up and up until you pop!” she leant in close and whispered, “I wonder how fat you’d get before that happened?”

“Mnoo! Oh god!” cried James, “Please! I never wanted this! I never wanted to see her explode! It just turns me on, I don’t know why, I can’t help it!” he wailed in tears as the belt strapping him down began to groan around his middle, creaking loudly before snapping. It didn’t matter he struggled to sit up but he was already far too fat and heavy to stand on his own. His fat spilled off the large chair on both sides, his huge stomach was wobbling obscenely as Jenny pumped and pumped him full of even more fat. His belly was so big its base was beginning to spill over the tip of his penis. Jenny held it back a little with her arm as she worked her other hand, every so often planting a kiss on the wobbly underside of his overhanging gut. Somehow James just knew that if he dared cum he was done for. He grit his teeth and tried to focus on not cumming.

Unfortunately his own flab was now helping massage his penis in addition to Jenny’s unrelenting pumps. His gut jiggled heavily against its head and his enormous mound of growing pubic fat was creeping up the sides of his shaft being squeezed up by gigantic slabs of encroaching thigh flab. It was massaging the base of his penis, a sensation like nothing else he’d ever felt before. He broke out into a cold sweat wondering how long he could hold out before cumming when it felt so good. He closed his eyes praying that he wouldn’t burst.

“Oh that was so <hic> good <hic>” Sharon said drawing James’s attention. She was licking cake and cream off her fingers, an obliterated mess of crumbs and smears of cream were all that remained of the once huge array of desserts. Sharon appeared to have shrunk down again in size but just as James was about to breathe a sigh of relief she plopped herself down under an ice-cream dispensing machine. She looked over and winked at him.

“N-No! Please! No!” James begged as Sharon pulled the lever and her plump body began to inflate like a raft. In under a few seconds she fattened up until she was as huge and obese as she had ever been before, her blubber overflowed itself as her body tried to make room for so much fat all at once. A loud burp temporarily interrupted her gulping, and then she plunged down on the lever once again and continued to swell even bigger!

James’s cock seemed to approve of Sharon’s incredible gluttony as a thick sticky layer pre-cum gushed out just as his massive stomach and pubic fat swelled up so much his penis was almost completely encapsulated.

Jenny laughed as she played with the tip of his dick, the only part still visible just barely poking out an inch or so between his soft layers of fat, the rest of its length was firmly pressed into the underside of his huge belly and surrounded by his huge growing mound of pubic fat.

“Oh dear fatty, not long until it’s going to be lost forever!” Jenny leaned down and gave its tip a little kiss, giggling as it instantly sank further into his bulging fat.

“Bye bye,” she laughed tickling the underneath of its tip with her finger until…

SCHLOOOMP!

James’ penis was completely buried by his own pubic blubber. At least it might be easier to avoid cumming without her playing with it, he thought hopefully.

Unfortunately, to James’ horror, Jenny found another even more effective way to jack him off. She began to massage his blubber. She expertly created huge waves in his enormous thighs. She seemed to do this quite effortlessly despite the fact that each one was bigger than she was. She then started his huge belly jiggling and wobbling in a similar rhythm and then applied pressure to his ever growing mound of pubic fat. James realised to his horror that Jenny was now able to massage and undulate his fat in that area in such a way as to create waves that were able to stimulate his penis  like never before. It as if his own fat was trying to milk the entire length of his shaft like it was a cow’s udder.

“Oooooh...” whimpered James fearfully as he felt his arms and legs become forcefully pushed out to his sides by the sheer volume of fat on his body. He felt bloated, his skin felt tight. He swore he could hear himself creaking as he swelled.

“Please stop! I’m going to pop!” he cried as little white droplets of foam formed on the tip of his penis, the only part of his cock that was still just barely visible inside its little deepening divot of fat.

Instead, Jenny climbed on top of him, hugging the underside of his enormous gut, using his large deep belly button as a hand hold.

“Oh there’s so much of you!” Jenny moaned and began squeezing and rubbing his rising belly, “Oh I just want to…” Jenny leant down and buried her face into his blubber and gave his belly a big wet kiss, and then in a wild moment of passion she tore off her underpants. Within seconds she was rubbing her pussy lips against his fat, moaning and purring about how soft all his blubber felt, and how much of him there was to squeeze between her thighs.

Then Sharon called out,

“Hey look at me!”

James turned his head as best as he could with all the fat building up around his face, neck and shoulders just in time to see Sharon giggling as she plunged down on three flavours of ice-cream all at once. Her body vibrated for a second and then simply exploded outwards blowing up to a ginormous size in mere seconds!

“Ah! Oh god! Oh no!!!” moaned James. That had done it. A little tiny gush of semen escaped out of the tip of his penis, filling up and dribbling out of the little divot where the tip of his penis sat, which was rapidly sinking deeper and deeper becoming more of a cave. He whimpered, scrunching up his face and concentrating hard on stopping the orgasm. It worked, for now. He continued to whimper looking around at his enormity fearfully, knowing there was no way he could hold out for much longer now. It was only a matter of time.

“Oh yes,” screamed Jenny gripping huge mounds of his fat tightly between her thighs, letting their undulating motion stimulate her vaginal lips, slapping and squishing against them in a most pleasurable way! “I’m cumming! AAHHHH!” she screamed just before she suddenly disappeared, seemingly getting sucked up into one of James’s fat rolls!

“Oh no! Oh my god. Oh my god!” James was in a complete panic now, certain he was seconds away from exploding as his belly pushed up into the air at an ever increasing rate.

Suddenly Sharon, the girl of his dreams, now also massive porker was lying on top of him, smiling lustfully into his eyes and eating a donut whilst she writhed about in his fat. She rolled over and placed her face inches from his and whispered in between bites of donut,

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m sorry about my sister, she’s a little overprotective and can get a bit carried away at times.”

Sharon seemingly grabbed several more donuts out of thin air and crammed them into herself. Her fat body swelled along with James’. Her fat boobs were smooshed up against his fat moobs. Between the two of them there was just so much squishy fat he could barely tell where he stopped and she began. James tried to say something but Sharon just giggled and stuffed two donuts into his mouth.

“I still want you fatter blubber boy! Much, much FATTER! Just let go! Be a naughty greedy piggy with me!” she giggled feeding him more and more.

Sharon placed another donut in the space between their lips and then then leaned in to kiss him, using her lips to smoosh and stuff the donut all the way into his mouth. Their faces were covered in sticky pink icing and sprinkles. When he was done with that she stuffed in another, and another, every so often eating a good chunk of the donut herself. He felt like he was making out with the donuts as much as he was making out with Sharon, and it was getting him hot. But at the same time he could feel his skin tingling warmly from being stretched so tight, it felt so constricting. He knew he was getting far too fat for his own good!

“I can’t eat anymore! Please I’m going to burst! Mmph!” he moaned being cut off as Sharon continued to stuff him full.

His whole body creaked alarmingly as he swelled even bigger and tighter

“Please no more! I’m getting too fat! Mmph!” he cried as Sharon stuffed him with two more donuts.

“Ooooh I know! Me tooooo! <gulp>” moaned Sharon stuffing two more donuts into her own mouth.

Speaking with her mouth full, “We’re both going to burst like shamefully greedy little piggies! But you first this time! We both know you’re really the fattest greediest boy in the world,” she moaned, clamping a huge mound of James’s stomach fat between her large thighs. James felt his dick twitch and throb. His body creaked and groaned like an overinflated balloon, his fingers were so fat he could barely bend them, he was completely helpless, immobilised by his own fat!

“Oh god! So much FAT! You’re so huge! You’re like a blimp!” Sharon moaned as she was lifted further up into the air by James’s expanding body as he blew up and up beneath her, his body gurgling and creaking violently in protest.

“Who knew so much disgusting fat would be so hot! Grow! GROW! You big fat balloon boy! I wanna see how fucking greedy you really are! I wanna see how fat you can possibly get!” Sharon cried clamping even more of James’s jiggling stomach fat between her thighs, the huge thick slab of soft blubber vibrated and swelled up into a huge thick fat roll, pushing her own thigh fat out of the way, squishing so hard up against her pussy lips she swore it felt like his fat was about to enter her! She panted, and moaned, her breathing ragged, she kissed his body between bites of multiple donuts using her hands to smoosh his fat up and around her face burying herself in his vast chub as she ate.

Thick white sticky droplets were forming on the tip of James’s penis buried deep beneath a lake of blubber. James whimpered loudly.

“Cum for me fat boy!” Sharon cried.

“No! S-STOP! Mmph! T-TOO FAT!” James moaned, his skin was becoming taught and squeaked like the skin of an over inflated balloon. His fat rolls were vibrating from the strain of his skin holding him together.

“CUM FOR ME! I WANT YOU TO EXPLODE LIKE THE GREEDY PIGGY I KNOW YOU ARE! I’M GOING TO KEEP MAKING YOU FATTER, AND FATTER, AND… ”

A thick stream of semen sprayed of out James, forcing its way up through his fat and gushing all over the underside of his belly.

“OH GOD!” James felt himself inflate so much his skin became nearly painfully tight!

More loads continued to gush, exploding in large messy bursts as he ejaculated over and over. And with every release poor James paid a price, being dealt his comeuppance as he rapidly blew up like a balloon, swelling and expanding with fat until he was so rotund, so round and tight, his skin stretched to such a limit he was sure the next load would make him burst! And yet still he came, sweating from fear as he was pumped up even bigger! And still even bigger! More and more gushed from him, the pleasurable orgasm simply refused to stop! Creak!! Creak!!! CRREEAAK!!! His body groaned louder with each load he released.

“Whoah fat boy! You ARE greedy! You can hold SO MUCH! Yes, grow more for me! Fatter! FATTER!” moaned Sharon as she orgasmed again and again, her plump body also rapidly swelling up as she continued to stuff herself with donuts, every bite she ate fuelled her growth, but in between bites her body would shrink a little as some of her fat was offloaded into James’s body.

“Ahhhh!” screamed James in terror as his body groaned deeply like a girder bending under an immensely heavy load as he inflated with all the fat he’d ever imagined filling up the girls of his fantasies! Fatter, and fatter, and fatter he grew! Bigger than a bus! Bigger than a house! Bigger than jumbo-jet aeroplane! Bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER! until…

BANG!

James awoke with a start sitting straight up in bed. His phone was blinking with a new message, from Sharon…

“hey my sister said a super cute chubby boy :P was waiting for me after school today and i figured it had to be you :) really sorry i didn’t see you. thanks again for rescuing me from that jerk. we should hang out more. meet me after school tomorrow? if its another hot day i know a great place to go and get ice cream ;)”

James’s heart was racing at a hundred miles an hour as he replied,

“i love ice cream! cya tomorrow :)”

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What’s Good for the Goose is Good for the Gander - Part 1

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At barely sixteen years old James knew he was different from other boys. Ever since his hormones had recently kicked into overdrive and wet dreams and sexual fantasies began to occur on a regular basis, sometimes several times a night. He knew there was something very peculiar about the things he imagined that that turned him on. There was one word to describe what these fantasies all had in common. FAT.

Fat, fat, and more fat was what his subconscious mind dished up making him cream himself over and over in his sleep. There was a beautiful girl in his class at school, blonde, large double D breasts, a cheerleader, but as she’d hit puberty her body had filled out a little more than the other girls, giving her a little belly and chubby thighs. Her name was Sharon, and all the boys fawned over her even after she started to get a bit chubby. Sadly though, these days if dared to reject any male advances, which was often, they would turn on her angrily and start pointing out what a fatty she’d become, telling her she should feel lucky she was getting any attention at all. Their misogynistic behaviour fuelled by masculine insecurity angered James, but at the same time he was ashamed to admit their insults about her weight made him feel strangely aroused.

James was a little chubby himself and previously felt that she was completely out of his league regardless of her weight. But during the past year as he’d put on even more weight she seemed to have become increasingly friendly towards him. He also thought he noticed her subtly flirting with other chubby guys around the school as well, but he put that down to his imagination. In combination with his fascination over her plump body, Sharon’s bubbly personality had caused him to form quite a large crush.

One particular afternoon in the school courtyard Sharon and a tall slim athletic but well-built boy were conversing, seemingly having some kind of light hearted although somewhat heated debate. James saw the jock signal for Sharon to lean in so he could whisper something to her, Sharon smiled and rolled her eyes as she leaned in. Then her expression became a dark frown.

“What?! How dare you!” Sharon yelled trying to shake the jock’s arm off her shoulder.

“Oh come on! Like you wouldn’t want to!” he laughed keeping his hand in place.

James marched right over there and used his weight to knock the jock’s arm off Sharon with his shoulder,

“Leave her alone asshole!” he tried to say in his most manly voice but it came out as more of a shaky squeak. The big guy towered over him with a not so bright puzzled look on his face, as if trying to process that this pudgy little twerp had really just challenged him.

Before James could say another word the Jock’s had smacked him across the head and thrown him to the ground.

“Damn you’re weak, that was just a warning! I think if I hit you properly it’d probably kill you!” the jock laughed. A little crowd of students had gathered in the expectation of there being some more punches thrown.

“Fucking pig!” yelled Sharon behind the safety of a couple of other students.

The jock turned his attention back towards her,

“Pig?! Take a look in the mirror if you want to see a pig! Look at yourself porky!” said the jock with a smirk. This actually got little a chuckle from the small group nervous of onlookers.

The jock grinned, opening his arms like he’d done nothing wrong, looking around nodding at the crowd accepting their chuckles as approval.

“I’m sorry Sharon, but you’ve become a fucking whale, you used to be hot! Seriously, I was just trying to do you a favour!” the jock called out as Sharon walked away disgusted.

“Ass-hole!” she called out over her shoulder.

“Yeah walk away fatty! Hey everyone, look how much her butt jiggles when she’s angry!” he sniped. This actually got a decent laugh from the crowd. Sharon’s face went bright red as she became aware of how much her butt cheeks were wobbling as she marched away. She nervously pulled her top down over her big butt. Unfortunately it was just too tight around her middle and it snapped back up to her hips as soon as she let it go triggering a few more sniggers from the crowd. Feeling deeply embarrassed she tried to walk faster to get out of sight sooner but this only made her butt wobble even more dramatically increasing the laughs.

James started to get up but the jock suddenly turned around and grabbed him by the collar.

“Touch me again and you’re a dead man,” the jock said inches from his face before throwing him back down on the ground again.

James got up and looked around for Sharon but she was nowhere to be seen. His phone suddenly beeped. A new facebook message from Sharon,

“Thanks for standing up to that jerk, hope he didn’t hurt you!”

James replied, “It was no problem, I’m fine.”

Sharon replied with a smiley face.

James spent the rest of the day working up the nerve to ask Sharon out. He considered sending her a message but decided the tortuous wait for a reply might drive him insane. Better to ask her face to face. So he opted to try and “casually” bump into her as she was leaving school. Maybe he could walk her home and they could have a conversation in which there might be an opening for him to ask her out.

And so at the end of this long hot summer school day James was waiting for Sharon by the school’s main exit, working up his nerve by rehearsing possibly ways he could ask her out. He took several deep breaths, trying to psych himself up, refusing to let himself chicken out. However when Sharon emerged James’s heart sank. She was in tears and was being consoled by her older sister Jenny, who could have been Sharon’s twin if not separated by a few years. She appeared right now as a much taller, much thinner version of Sharon as they passed by James who just stared dumbly, slightly intimidated by the seventeen year old girl who had her arm wrapped protectively around her younger sister. As they passed James overheard Jenny say,

“Boys can be such mean ass-holes when they don’t get what they want. You’re are so beautiful, don’t listen to them. All girls go through a chubby stage, I did when I was your age remember? Don’t you worry, it’s just puppy fat, it’ll be gone before you know it, and besides, you are freakin’ adorable all chubby! Why else do you think those idiots get so angry when you say no?” she gave her younger sister a squeeze in the form of a hug making Sharon giggle a little as she wiped away her tears.

James walked up alongside them and waved to get Sharon’s attention, wanting to show his concern but Jenny made eye contact with him first. She eyed him up and down and gave him a warm smile but mouthed the words, “Not now,” at him, but at the same time gave him a reassuring wink to let him know everything was okay. James nodded and smiled sympathetically.

James stopped walking and sighed. Tomorrow would be the day, he assured himself as he watched Sharon’s curvy rear bounce away down the street next to her sister’s slim toned buttocks. He quickly looked away realising he’d been staring for just a little too long before clearing his throat and continuing on his way.

Later that evening, after a very hearty meal cooked by his grandmother, James glumly rested on the couch in his room processing the events of that afternoon. The heavy meal in his own pudgy stomach was finally allowing him to relax after hours of planning how he was going to ask Sharon out over and over in his mind. He closed his eyes realising that he was quite exhausted. As he drifted off an erotic dream began to emerge in his subconscious.

He dreamt that he saw Sharon sitting at a coffee shop drinking a large vanilla milkshake with whipped cream on top. He approached her holding a box of chocolates with a neat little bow wrapped around it. Sharon’s face blushed as she noticed him and quickly put down the milkshake, as if she’d been caught red handed.

“Oh hey,” she smiled nervously.

James went to say something but instead found himself just offering her the box of chocolates. Sharon’s face reddened further and she put her hands to her cheeks trying to cover her embarrassment.

“I don’t think I should,” she said fidgeting and pulling her extremely tight blouse down to cover the tiny bulge of soft love handles that had been poking out at her sides. As soon as she let go the sliver of beautiful puffy flesh returned. She looked just a little heavier in his dream than in real life.

“Uh… oh… okay, sorry, I got them for you, I thought you’d like them,” James stammered clearing his throat finally able to speak.

“It’s really sweet of you but I’m trying to watch my weight…” her eyes slowly drifted to the milkshake and her face went red all over again.

“Oh, well okay then, I guess I’ll just leave them here in case you change your mind,” James said turning away disappointed, feeling rejected. Of course she was trying to watch her weight, how stupid of him.

As soon as James looked away he heard Sharon moan in delight followed by the smacking of lips and a gulping noise. As he looked back his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, Sharon had torn open the box and in seconds flat it appeared that she’d eaten pretty much the entire box! Thick melted chocolate stained her lips and fingers, chocolate was in the process of disappearing into her mouth when she notice him and blushed redder than ever.

James smiled and found that somehow he was holding another box of chocolates wrapped in a bow. He placed on her table and she shook her head in a series of a rapid tiny little movements, almost like she was scared of what the box contained, but at the same time her chocolate coated fingers reached for the string of the bow.

“Please no,” she whispered as she opened the box, her eyes betraying a delighted smile. She looked back at James nervously which he somehow understood as his cue to look away, and the same thing happened. A few munching sounds and when he looked back a few seconds later the chocolates were gone. All of them.

Sharon hiccupped, some chocolate was smeared down the corner of her mouth now, on her every so slightly pudgy cheek. She glanced up with big uncertain eyes to once again see James, holding yet another box of chocolates.

The same thing repeated again and again, James lost count. Each time Sharon blushed, refused his offer, almost complaining that he’d brought her some more, but her eyes always betrayed her excitement, and her pudgy chocolate coated fingers always inched their way towards the bow to have a peek inside.

A dozen or so, maybe more, boxes of chocolate had disappeared inside Sharon. When he offered her another box now she looked almost petrified. James felt confused, he didn’t like seeing her anxious but he so wanted her to just enjoy the chocolates and not worry about her weight, she was only more beautiful to him with chocolate stained lips.

This time when he looked away he heard a strange sound. It could only be likened to the sound of an inflating, creaking, rubber balloon. When James turned back he got quite a shock to see poor Sharon had simply blown up with fat! She had filled out to the point that her blouse’s buttons were strained and creaking, diamonds of soft pink fat puffed out between them. Her fat little body was so much rounder, her belly resting half way down her thighs, her arms tight in her sleeves, her dress stretched tight around her butt and thighs, her fat looked ready to simply explode out of every overstretched seam at any given second.

Sharon had frozen still, the box was all gone except for one last chocolate poking half way out of her mouth. Her puffy face looked terrified. Her fat little hands struggled to hide her exposed flesh, tugging and pulling her creaking top to try and cover the base of her belly but it was no use. She tried to speak but was muffled by her mouth full of chocolate which it seemed she dared not swallow.

As James approached, wide eyed, his mouth agape, Sharon blushed. She tried to say something but it was so muffled he couldn’t understand her. As if by pure instinct, James simply couldn’t help himself. He felt his hand reach out to Sharon’s lips, and using his index finger he pushed the remaining half of the melting chocolate into her mouth, causing Sharon to moan, seemingly in pleasure from the deliciousness of the morsel. As she swallowed her clothes responded with an audible creak. Sharon looked up at him nervously as he removed his finger from her lips.

“You made me fat?” she said quietly. It wasn’t an accusation, more just a statement of bewilderment.

James just blinked for a moment, not knowing what to say,

“I-I’m sorry…” he started but Sharon’s belly gurgled loudly interrupting him.

Sharon looked at him earnestly, James looked down and discovered he was holding yet another box. Both sets of eyes were drawn to it. Sharon was already subconsciously licking her lips, regardless of the fact that the rest of her already much plumper face looked kind of terrified. The string on the box began to move by itself until the bow was unravelled. James could only watch as the lid began to slowly rise of its own accord, offering up the box’s contents to the now rather rotund cheerleader bulging out of her clothes before him. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own and began moving the box closer to her face. Her breathing quickened and she turned her head away from the chocolates tightly closing her eyes. James stop himself from using the box to waft the chocolaty aroma right under her nose, she began to nearly hyperventilate, screwing up her face and leaning as far back away from it as her little fat pudgy body would allow, as if something truly terrifying was being held in front of her face.

James didn’t mean to cause her such distress. He couldn’t quite fathom what he was doing. Suddenly came to his senses and immediately pulled the box back away from her face. This caused Sharon to open her eyes and catch a glimpse of the delicious shiny chocolates. Her mouth suddenly flooded with saliva and her eyes became full of greedy lust for the sinful box of sweets. Before he could move it out of her arm’s reach, Sharon grabbed it from him and began madly shoving its contents into her mouth.

“Mmm! <smack!> Oh god that’s good! <gulp!> Yes! <burp!> More!” Sharon gasped earnestly with her mouthful.

James watched in amazement as the box seemed to refill itself automatically and Sharon continued to pig out like an unstoppable chocolate eating machine! She gorged so fast it was impossible. Chocolates flew into her so quickly it was all a blur!

“Oh! <gulp! gulp!>G-God! I can’t stop!” Sharon moaned tearfully through mouthfuls and mouthfuls of chocolate.

Eventually she lifted the box to her lips and tipped it up just pouring the melting candy down her throat, desperately gulping like she was simply unable to satisfy her belly’s demands quick enough no matter how fast she ate. Her chubby cheeks and double chin, the entire lower half of her face was covered in sticky melting chocolate.

Gurgle!

A loud burbling sound emanated from deep within Sharon’s fat round mid-section loud enough to startle the bloated teen from her eating frenzy. At the same time the flow of chocolates from the box stopped as well, the last few little pieces tumbling out into her chocolate filled mouth. Her cheeks were still filled to the brim with rapidly melting chocolate. Her sticky fingers suddenly clutched her swollen stomach.

James could barely believe what he had just witnessed. He just stood there, mouth open, dumfounded trying not to stare at Sharon’s prominent cleavage. It was clearly visible between her buttons and he couldn’t help but notice that more than a few splats of chocolate had worked their way down between her boobs. His pants showed the outline of a rock hard erection. He was embarrassingly aware of it but dared not adjust himself for fear of drawing attention.

“Oooh God! So full!” she moaned in a strained voice, spraying a little chocolate down her front. She slowly and painfully chewed what was left in her bulging cheeks, hiccupping as she swallowed the last couple of gulps down, wincing slightly from the discomfort.

GURGLE!!

Sharon gasped to catch her breath after such a long painful swallow. She sat there, panting heavily, sweating a little, her face and chest glistening, smothered in melted chocolate, her plump breasts and belly straining the buttons of her blouse to breaking point. She moaned softly from fullness.

GUUURRRGLE!!

That sound again. Sharon eyes looked down nervously as her clothes began to creak…

POP! Sharon gasped as the first button from her over stretched blouse was sent sailing away with force.

POP! Went the second button as more of her squishy wobbly fat belly emerged forth.

POP! Went the third, and then the fourth, Sharon’s blubber was really billowing out now. Her inflating butt was raising her whole body up into the air where she sat.

POP! Fatter! Her boobs were spilling out of her bra between the last remaining buttons.

POP! Fatter still! Her mouth opened into an ‘O’ shape as she continued to blow up like someone had attached her to a hose and was pumping her full of fat!

creak... POP! a button flew off with such force it ricocheted around several walls and surfaces! Sharon yelped helplessly at how heavy she was becoming! She had to be gaining more than ten pounds of weight every second! The last couple of buttons hung on for dear life as her skirt burst completely open letting the blubber of her now enormous thighs and waist flub out to their full incredible sizes.

Creeeeeaaaak!…. BANG!!! the final button blew off with such force it smashed the glass window of the coffee shop throwing poor Sharon into a panic. She was so fat her arms stuck out to her sides and as she flapped them about her entire blubber filled body wobbled and bulged all over. Her enormous belly groaned as it pushed out past the edge of her knees. The enormous blonde teen had to weigh at least five hundred pounds and was still packing on more weight at a frightening pace.

“Oh help! Help!” cried Sharon.

“Oh God those boys were right, I’ve been too greedy!”

“I’m turning into a big fat cow!”

With every cry of despair James felt his erection twitch, and with every twitch Sharon’s growth appear to surge a little in intensity. Unable to take his eyes off what was happening he’d never felt so aroused in his life! He badly wanted to help Sharon but felt completely paralysed. All he could do was watch feeling equally guilty that this was the most erotic thing he’d ever imagined witnessing.

Sharon looked at his face intently for a few more tense swelling moments but then her eyes slowly trailed down to his crotch. She gasped,

“Wait! It’s you! You’re making me fatter!” she said pointing at his crotch with her chubby sausage-like index finger as it ballooned a few fractions of an inch thicker along with the rest of her.

“And… you LIKE it don’t you?” her eyes seemed to light up and she bit her lower lip.

James’s mouth opened but he couldn’t seem to find his voice. His face felt as hot as the fire in his pants. Sharon’s eyes were fixated on the bulge in his crotch. They looked as hungry as when she’d been devouring the chocolates only moments ago.

With a devious smile on her face she moaned,

“I just keep getting fatter! Oooh!” James’ crotch twitched and a surge of fat burst every last piece of clothing clean off Sharon’s body leaving her completely naked, not even her shoes survived.

Sharon looked over her bloated flabby form and then back at James’s throbbing bulge, breathing hard with an incredulous look on her face. She looked up at James’s face and began to grin, blushing as she looked him in the eyes, then her gaze wandered back down to his crotch, the deviousness of her grin seemed to have widened along with her hips.

“And fatter! Unf!” another surge inflated her face such that her cheeks and neck squished her lips forward into a slight divot. She struggled to get to her feet, and enormous unsteady swelling blimp having to hold her huge arms out wide for balance. James was speechless, she was rapidly becoming the fattest girl he’d ever seen or even heard of! Her belly was so big it reached past her knees almost to her ankles!

“Oh! And FATTER! OOOh!” she moaned so loudly she practically yelled it at the top of her lungs. James’s jaw dropped as she suddenly ballooned so big her fat actually lifted her feet off the ground! She waggled her plump balloon like little toes as they dangled a few inches from the floor. She was becoming a mountain of blubber, so huge and fat now her belly was nearly as tall as he was, an avalanche of flesh heading his way led by a huge deep chasm of a belly button echoing gurgling and sloshing sound out of its depths. Her enormously fat chubby round face almost bobbed up and down in her sea of rolling blubber.

From behind her chubby cheeks Sharon flashed James a wink and began moaning in a sexy voice, grinning deviously as she spoke.

“Oh my! I’ve been such a naughty piggy! I just keep getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and big..oooh!” she moaned, her chubby face continuing to balloon even fatter as she spoke, still ginning, her gut rising enough to block James’s view of her face momentarily as it wobbled.

“I just can’t help myself when it comes to chocolate! <Ugh> I always eat way too much! <Ugh>”

Sharon grunted as she fought against her own flab, struggling to tilt her head forwards, kicking and swinging her massive arms and legs to roll herself forward slightly. Her grin widened as she peered down at him over her swelling belly and breasts. She was ridiculously fat and round now. James gulped, marvelling at the sheer size she had grown to. She grinned at him and bounced her huge arms, each one thicker than his waist up and down creating ripples in her chest and stomach fat so large that they momentarily broke and restored their eye contact before settling. She tried grasping rolls of her fat but her fingers were too plumped up to be able to get a grip. James tentatively reached out and pushed his hand into her belly, it sank in so deep it made him hold his breath as he marvelled at the ripples his touch created.

“Oh god yes! I just feel so… ENORMOUS!” her face blushed and she grinned even harder when she spied James’s erection twitching beneath his pants. His face was red as he stared back up at her rising swelling form. Their gazes were locked as she steadily inflated, her head slowly but surely rising higher and higher into the air. The grin on her fattening face became ever more knowing and mischievous, like she’d just figured out how to push the last of his buttons. Looking deeply into his eyes, she began teasing him by raising her eyebrows in mock concern and saying,

“Oh please help me! I just can’t seem to stop growing! Oh please no more! I’m getting too fat! Oh goodness! Oh gracious! Oh please! I’m sorry I was so greedy! The chocolate was just too good to resist! I couldn’t help it! Please stop fattening me up! It’s not my fault I’m such a big greedy girl! Aren’t I fat enough already? You like it when I’m greedy don’t you? Oh god I’m as big as a hippo! Just how much fatter are you going to make me get?! Please don’t burst me! I know I’ve been a naughty, naughty a glutton! Eating and eating and eating! But you didn’t warn me I’d get SO FAT! Please stop making me fatter! I don’t know how much more I can take! I think I might just burst like a balloon! I mean how much fatter can I possibly get?!”

James felt a gush of pre-cum soak the inside of his underpants, and with that a loud rumbling began to come from deep inside Sharon’s enormous belly. Sharon’s eyes fluttered in a pleasurable guttural moan. James barely had time to gasp as her belly suddenly billowed out at a tremendous rate, almost completely smothering his body in an instant. His arms and legs sank into her soft flesh and he couldn’t help but instinctively thrust his groin against her undulating flesh. Sharon grinned and did her best to roll forward on top of him as she grew, and grew, and grew, doing her best to use the immense weight of her arms to smoosh as much of her ballooning body fat up against and around him as she could. James couldn’t help it, the effect of being submerged in her fat brought him so close to the edge. Sharon’s belly surged against the wall smothering James from head to toe, only increasing his arousal and the rate of her growth. James grit his teeth, determined not to cum, scared for the consequences it might have for Sharon.

“Oh god I’m literally getting as big as a whale! Oh God I think I’m going to explode! Yes c’mon! Burst me! Make me so fat I explode!” screamed Sharon still using her arms to undulate her flesh the best she could, it was giving James a full body massage, and her fat was bulging and slapping against his crotch, waves of fat rubbing up and down his shaft. Each pleasurable wave injecting Sharon with hundreds of pounds of fat, more and, more, and more. As the wall began to crack beneath her tremendous tonnage James wanted to yell out for her to stop undulating her fat, he didn’t want her to explode! But his face was muffled in her belly flab, and his brain couldn’t articulate the words. Huge chunks of plaster rained down and the cement floor began to bend downwards and crumble into the basement. Pressed up against her fat there was nothing he could do to stop himself. He was seconds away from creaming himself in his pants,

Sharon yelled almost joyfully now,

“Oh James I’m the fattest girl in the world! The fattest there ever was! And I’m going to keep getting fatter, and fatter, and FATTER until you…”

“No Sharon!” he cried as…

Kaboom!

Sharon was suddenly nowhere to be seen. In fact it appeared as though the entire coffee shop had been obliterated, there was nothing but a dimly lit grey cement floor and blackness in every other direction.

“Sharon?” he called his voice trembling.

His head was spinning. He felt very upset that he couldn’t stop his orgasm from taking hold even to spare Sharon from getting too fat and bursting. What the fuck was wrong with him? How could this turn him on?

“Sharon?” he called in a high pitch, close to tears.

A voice replied right behind him.

“No dearie, not Sharon.”

Startled James spun around and tripped backwards over something. He found himself falling down on to his slightly padded rear onto what appeared to be some kind of elongated chair, almost like one you’d find at the dentist. A bright spotlight shone in his face. He struggled to sit up but a firm hand pushed him back down again.

“Hello James,” a woman spoke to him in a patronizingly friendly manner. The light was pulled back a bit and he recognised the woman to be Sharon’s older sister, Jenny.

“Jenny? Oh Jenny something terrible happened!” James started but Jenny shushed him.

“It’s okay my chubby little friend, Sharon is just fine, aren’t you Sharon?” Jenny said as Sharon emerged from the shadows, back to her usual plump self again, watching curiously whilst eating a large sweet bun smothered in thick gooey white icing.

“Oh thank god, I thought I…” James blinked back tears of relief…

“You made Sharon explode? Yes you did, didn’t you?” Jenny said cutting him of sternly, then she added in a more patronizing tone, “I guess you could consider that to be a sort of test, you know, to see if you’re a good enough sort to date my sister. I would say that you failed, wouldn’t you?”

“I… uh… what the…?” he trailed off as suddenly he found himself strapped to the chair via a huge seatbelt around his soft middle. He struggled to get up but Jenny, being a lot taller than him was able to hold him down easily and stop him from wriggling out from under the tight seatbelt.

“So what should we do with you now? I think some kind of punishment is order, but I’m not totally heartless, I did sense a little remorse from you, even though it was only at the very end after it was far too late to matter!” Jenny chuckled.

“I couldn’t help…” James started but was immediately shushed again.

“It’s okay, I know you couldn’t, because I can’t help it either, I happen to like chubby boys just like you!” Jenny said as she seductively began unbuttoning his shirt,

“And the chubbier they are the better I like them,” she pinched his exposed flabby stomach area and then gave it a little jiggle. Sharon giggled a little through a mouthful of her sweet bun. With great efficiency Jenny suddenly pulled down James’s trousers leaving him wearing only his partially unbuttoned shirt, his socks & sneakers, and black snug fitting cotton boxer briefs.

“So we’re going to see if what’s good for the geese is good for the gander! Doesn’t that sound like a fun idea?” Jenny grinned with a smirk.

Sharon burped as she swallowed her mouthful of sweet bun.

“Oops! Excuse me,” she giggled, “I feel so hungry, I could just eat until I burst!” she winked at James and took another huge bite, moaning to herself as she crammed in as much as her chubby cheeks could hold.

Meanwhile Jenny straddled James’ lap and continued to unbutton his shirt, poking her finger into his chubby bellybutton and giving it a gentle wiggle.

“Oh this is going to be fun,” she purred seductively.

[noarthereonlyfat]

It’s only the first week of holidays and I simply have to slow down! I’ve been pigging out way too much recently. I lament over eating such a big breakfast this morning. So much bacon and cheese and then having the nerve to finish off with waffles and ice cream. So bad! I’ll skip dinner. The ice cream was melting so I ate it all quickly. My size fourteen jeans shorts had to be unbuttoned by the end. I couldn’t move very well. Groaning seemed to make it better, so as I walked with my button undone I moaned and rubbed my belly. I can’t deny how much it turns me on. What if I really let go and got fat? It wouldn’t be all bad. But seriously I’m too big as it is. I need to get in shape this summer. I’ll go for a swim, get some exercise. My butt jiggles a little as I squeeze into my one-piece bathing suit. I suck in my stomach almost subconsciously as I admire my ample curves in the mirror. I’m still gorgeous. Some exercise wouldn’t hurt though. My mum eyes me judgementally as I leave the house in my swimwear. All my fat on display. Yeah I’m Jess, your porky fat excuse for a daughter. I cringe with every step, hoping all that jiggling isn’t as noticeable to others as it is to me. I suddenly worry that my jean shorts are actually amplifying how fat my butt and thighs are instead of hiding them. But when I got to the beach I felt tired and lethargic. Breakfast was still heavy in my stomach so I just lay there and absorbed the sun. My inactivity was surely converting all of breakfast straight into more fat. In my daydreams people walk by me on the beach as I snack from a bottomless picnic basket. I’ve been having these dreams recently. The memories of them seem to resurface during the day whenever I worry about my weight. They seem to get more and more vivid each time. In this one little children stare and point saying how huge I am, that I’m as fat as a beached whale. Their parents shush them and drag them away. My dream self blushes at the spectacle I am making of myself. Such a naughty piggy. Stuffing herself big full and round in public. And my dream self is certainly very well rounded. And growing ever bigger. I can actually see my fingers getting fatter with every bite I swallow! Damn I’m hungry again already is it lunchtime yet? I sit down for brunch at the nice little restaurant across the street from the beach. It’s my new favourite place. I’ve been pigging out here for the last few weeks. Their cuisine is rather amazing! Yesterday I noticed a lot of people were eating here still wearing their bathing suits so no need to go home and change. I feel okay wearing my one piece and little shorts to cover my fat thighs. I think my curves look okay. I’m plump but not fat, right? However when I sit down I cringe, realising my love handles have bulged out a lot more than I expected them to, becoming outlined clearly by the blue clingy material. My thighs look a lot fatter when I’m sitting too. They spread out covering the entire base of the chair. I’m thankful I chose to wear a little top to cover my fat arms and shoulders, and at least with my shorts over the top of my swimsuit my thighs aren’t completely exposed. The way they bulge out of the bottom makes me a little self-conscious though. I can feel a tingle between them as I think this. My face becomes flushed. A waitress approaches my table. She’s staring at me. Her eyes scan me up and down like she’s checking me out. I die inside of embarrassment. I recognise her from a couple of my previous visits, she’s very attractive, around my age or maybe a year or two older. God she must think I’m a greedy pig. I’m suddenly glad she’s on shift and serving me as I recall that last time she gave me extra sides with my orders for free, all double servings too, so if she has a problem with my figure then she can go blame herself! I scan the menu licking my lips as I realise it’s not quite eleven AM yet so the breakfast menu is still on offer. I salivate over the pretty pictures of waffles and sweet rolls. As I read the menu, out of the corner of my eye I notice the waitress sneakily glancing at my soft love handles. It’s making me rethink my selection. Maybe I should get something with a few less calories. When I look up again I catch her looking directly at my fat. She’s smiling. Her eyes almost twinkle as they’re glued to my midsection for at least an entire second. I look down and realise she’s checking out my navel. It looks so deep and dark under my skin-tight bathing suit. I blush burying my head in the menu, embarrassed. She must think I’m a gigantic fat hog, especially after all the food she served me yesterday. I’m definitely just getting a salad. But before I can place my order she smiles warmly tells me I look gorgeous in my bathers. Now I think about it she told me she loved what I was wearing last time as well. She tells me she wishes she had the curves to pull off wearing a one piece like that. I can’t help but imagine that she’d look quite stunning in just about any swimwear. Her uniform hugs her thin well-toned body very closely. I’m still blushing so I tell her she looks good in her uniform, hoping to get the conversation away from my body. She thanks me for the compliment and says I’m her new favourite customer. Touching me gently on the shoulder she asks if I’d like to try their all you can eat special, 50% off for her new favourite customer. I search for it on the menu, hesitating as I nervously glance at the salad selections hoping to see something that steers me in a more sensible direction, but she leans in and whispers that it’s not on the menu. If I get the special I can order whatever I want, and with the discount it’s cheaper anyway. She flashes me another warm smile with a wink. Just keep ordering whatever I want off the menu until I’m full? Sure thing. I start with pancakes. One little flattering glance was all it took to break my resolve? I can’t help but grin even though I know I’m in trouble. The pancakes were warm and delicious and I followed them up with a sweet roll and some other breakfast goodies. The sweet roll was hot, sweet and delicious. The frosting was so sugary it made my teeth ache a little but it was so good! So flaky and buttery. Before I even realized it, I’d eaten the whole thing, followed by a piece of toast, three sausage links, and half an omelette. I felt myself leaning back and bringing the forkfuls of food over my stuffed belly. I may just be as fat as a house by the end of the summer. This food is so delicious, tempting, fattening. Before long everything is gone. And I feel so HUGE. How could I have eaten so much? I’d almost forgotten this was actually my second breakfast. All promises of dieting are off. I can’t control myself with such good food. The waitress carries away the plates. I look down at my distended belly. I had better get myself under control or my friends won’t even recognize me when classes start up again. I start to heave myself up, the waitress puts her hand on my shoulder pushing me gently back down whilst she places a large plate containing a cheeseburger and fries on the table. She made this especially for me? She says she really hopes I’m not too full from breakfast to enjoy it. She reminds me that the all you can eat special is good for an entire day as long as I keep eating.  It’s nearly time for lunch after all, and the dessert menu would be available very soon. I already knew from yesterday there are some things on that dessert menu that are to die for! I couldn’t help but feel excited. The waitress smiled and walked away with a little wiggle in her step. I inhale the burger’s salty aroma, there’s bacon in it somewhere, my mouth is watering. It would makes sense to get all my meals for the day out of the way right now, wouldn’t it? Since it’s all practically free. It was a valid reason, sort of. I feel fatter already… Quickly. Voraciously. The juicy burger dripped down my chin, the fries were salty and covered in ketchup. I saved most of the fries for last but I felt like I would explode for sure! To the right of the chips there was a decent sized serving of a delicious looking pasta side dish. I dip the chips into its sauce and savour its flavour. When I ran out of chips I start on the pasta without even thinking. I start to feel hot. Sweaty. Perspiring slightly. I strip my top down to my bathing suit and ate it all. ALL. Right now I look like I swallowed a beach ball. My tummy is tight. I have never been so stuffed before in my whole life! This has got to stop! Barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and potato salad. The waitress just keeps it coming. She tells me I’m a good customer. I swear her friendly grin gets wider with every dish she brings me to eat. The other wait staff never approach me. She doesn’t appear to be serving anyone else either. I’m HER customer, and she’s MY waitress. She looks me in the eyes as I swallow a large forkful of pie. If I didn’t know any better I’d have said the look on her face was nothing short of pure unbridled lust. She smiles knowingly and licks her lips at me. I slowly push another forkful past my lips and I swear I see the desire in her eyes intensify. I blush knowing my nipples have suddenly become rock hard beneath my bathing suit. I’m relieved that the restaurant is now mostly empty and no one else seems to be paying any attention to my relentless gorging. Stuff stuff stuff. Eat eat eat. I’ve never binged quite like this before. Dare I go on? A large pepper steak with mushrooms and cheese. It was hot, juicy and good. Barely conscious of my actions. Completely automatic. Extra gravy? Yes please! Slurp. Hic. Stuff. My vision faded as I swooned. My habits were set now. My god my god my god…what am I doing? I will explode. The apple pies were sweet and sugary when I got to them. I was soooo stuffed. I hiccupped and breathed heavily. Was it my imagination or was it starting to get dark outside already? Surely not! I did not just spend an entire day eating! Did I? … I look at the tables upon tables of empty plates in front of me and let out a short guilty laugh, just a single punctuated ‘Ha’ whilst blushing profusely. No wonder my breathing is heavy. The fat and calorie content had to be astronomical. The burgers alone were well over a thousand calories! Oh my god. I just stared down at my stuffed belly. Thank god for my stretchy bathing suit. It was tight around my full-full belly. I fell back and lay still for quite some time, uncomfortable, I rest my hand on my large stomach groaning softly, contentedly, my eyes feel heavy, I let them close. I begin to snooze lightly. My mind begins to dream. It’s so vivid it takes me moment to even realise it is a dream despite its absurdness. I’m dreaming about my waitress. She is standing in front of me where I sit wearing what looks like a Halloween costume, a sexy devil outfit with little red horns and a tail. I’m still sitting in my chair, my hair which I’ve dyed blond for years is now pink, just like I had it back when I was fifteen. I look down and my body is different too. I’m much smaller, and I’m wearing my old school uniform. I feel like a little girl again. She offers me a plate of cookies. I take one. It is gooey and moist and oh so delicious. Chocolate chip. So good. Like a greedy girl I take another, and another, gobbling them all down, grinning between each bite. I can’t seem to stop eating even in my dreams. I get nice and full. I feel a little too full as I pick up the last one, but I eat it any way. I swallow it in one big delicious gulp but splutter as it doesn’t go all the way down. I swallow again and clutch my belly as I feel the last cookie get halfway down to my stomach before seemingly getting stuck. Suddenly my little stomach feels extremely full as the cookie slowly crams its way inside. I moan and rubbing my full little belly. Packed in tight. The fullness seems to be getting worse it just won’t let up. Suddenly I feel my uniform tighten around me! I gasp, my little body isn’t so little anymore. I’ve plumped up to fill my uniform to bursting point! A button has popped off my top exposing my navel. My belly and love handles are hanging over my tight skirt. A thick roll of flab bulges out all the way around no longer covered by my inadequate top. My breasts have grown too, my previously flat chest is now supporting two big womanly bosoms, also straining the buttons of my top. My waitress leans forward and rests her hands on my thighs. My plump round thighs. She is so much taller than me. Her impressive cleavage is right in my face. My heart is racing. I look up into her eyes, a beautiful shade of blue/green. She flashes me a devilish smile and gives my fat juicy thighs a hard squeeze. Her slender fingers dig sharply into my softness. She clucks her tongue disapprovingly and frowns. “My, my! What a greedy little girl you’ve been!” she tuts. She pokes me in the belly with a plastic pitchfork and I let out an involuntary burp. My face reddens, my plump little hand covering my mouth. She slips the pitchfork under one of my love handles and gives it a little jiggle. My jaw slowly goes slack in disbelief. I feel so intimidated. “Well I guess you better wash them down,” she says in a patronizing manner as she pours me a glass of milk. My mouth is dry and my throat still uncomfortable from the difficult swallow so I accept the milk. “Drink up tubby!” she mocks as I gulp it down. As I get to the last swallow a seam on my tight skirt bursts apart and the fat of my plump juicy thighs becomes exposed all the way up my side to my taught underwear. “Look at all this disgusting fat! You little glutton!” she pokes my belly with her pitchfork like she’s gauging it’s size… Or maybe its capacity. I shiver with each poke. She shakes her head and pulls out a huge pink dress. It’s so wide against her slender body it looks ridiculous. “Better cover that blubber Miss Piggy,” she says screwing up her nose as she tosses the pink fabric at me. I gasp as in a blink of an eye I’m suddenly wearing the dress. It’s quite pretty with a frilly hem and sleeves but I’m mortified to find that across the front, the words “I’m a little piggy!” are written in bold rounded lettering, and evenly spaced over the rest of the fabric are little cupcakes, hot dogs, and the words OINK OINK! in rounded balloon like lettering. How humiliating! I blush with heavy embarrassment as my waitress tries to zip up the back of the dress with difficulty. She roughly yanks at the zipper jolting me around. She grunts from exertion like she’s losing the battle. My young little body feels like it’s having the life squeezed out of it by the dress. “Well suck it in fatso!” she complains. Embarrassed, I do my best to oblige and suck in my gut. The zipper suddenly gets over the last bulge of my back fat and makes it all the way to the top. “Phew! Much better!” she says wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. I relax my stomach muscles and the seams of the dress let out a long slow creak. Looking down I get a slight shock when I see just how big I look now. Oh no! I appear to have gotten even fatter! I’m not just fat, I’m a total porker! The dress is huge and bursting at the seams with my fat. It creaks and groans with every breath. and every slight movement I dare to make threatens to pop a thread. It feels like my blubber is actively trying to escape its restrictive confines. “Wow, just look at you!” she says as she walks around my girth, poking me every so often with her pitchfork. “Yes there’s a lot of you isn’t there. Fuck you must be one hungry girl!” she laughs mockingly. As if on cue, my big belly lets out a hungry gurgling sound loud enough to be heard over her laughter. She stands opposite me, one hand on her narrow hips and the other gently swinging her costume’s devil tail with a knowing smirk on her face. “Oh my, it’s going to take some work to fill up a girl as big as you! But don’t worry porky, lucky for you I’m good at my job. I think *this* should be enough food to fill up anyone, even you!” she gestures with her pitchfork towards a huge table which is suddenly groaning under the weight of an absolute banquet. My eyes widen as they take in the sheer volume of delicious food presented before me. It looks so tasty. So tempting. My young fatter self is suddenly hungry. Very. Very. Hungry. My pulse begins to quicken. Is that all for me? My eyes scan the array of tempting goodies. I’m filled with intense cravings for every type of treat before me. My mouth is watering profusely. I feel giddy with excitement. Licking my lips greedily. She picks up a napkin and flicks it out gracefully as she struts her way over to tuck it under my chin. My thick, double chin. She places a knife and fork in my plump little hands and steps back, eyeing my bulging figure sniggering into her hand over my fatness. My tummy gurgles hungrily. I feel my face get hot. Oh God I’m so aroused. Before I know it she’s feeding me donuts, cakes, pastries, and pies. I eat it all I can’t control myself. And she is laughing. And laughing. Bits of icing get smeared on my lips, crumbs go flying all over the napkin, she’s stuffed my mouth so full I can’t fully close my lips while I chew. The knife and fork clang as they hit the floor. They won’t be needed. She keeps my mouth so full of food I barely have time to breathe. More, more, more she feeds me as I practically inhale each gulping mouthful. Food disappears into me so fast it’s nearly a blur. I look down and all I see is my large round belly and big fat boobs straining against the fabric, distorting the shape of the words and little drawings. I’m so big! Munch. Munch. Gulp. Swallow.  I’m so round and fat! And I’m growing! Expanding! The dress is creaking. Tighter. Tighter. I feel rounder. Fatter. I feel like a blimp being prepared for take off. My heavy belly is weighing down on my thighs, the tip working its way towards my knees. My bulging thighs spread as they thicken and fill up with fat. My calves swell rounder causing my white knee high school socks to roll down, and the buckles of my black school shoes groan as my soft fat swells out and around them. I can feel my fat little toes fighting for space, even they are swelling up with naughty fatness. I rise up in my seat as my butt gets bigger, and bigger. My arms rise up from my sides as I blow up like a balloon! Oh no even my face is swollen! My cheeks feel bigger and heavier. My neck is thickening into my shoulders and chest. My waitress squeezes the chub of my cheeks as she inserts a foot long chocolate éclair into my mouth and proceeds to push it into me, bite after bite, making me bigger, and bigger, and bigger! The napkin is starting to gently pinch the fat of my neck, the loose bow unravels and it falls into my expanding cleavage, nearly getting swallowed. I gasp and nearly choke on a sweet mouthful of cream as I see my huge boobs swell and thicken into elongated jumbo sized watermelons. My nipples are rock hard betraying my arousal. They’ve slipped out of my bra. So hard and stiff. They’re rubbing against the fabric of my creaking dress as my breasts swell, and swell. Bigger. Fatter! My underwear is creaking, growing tighter with every passing second. My bra cuts deeply into my soft back and shoulder flab. My underpants are sliding up and giving me a wedgie. This only adds to the growing wetness between my thighs. My bra creaks louder with every mouthful my waitress stuffs into me, the hooks are bending out of shape at the back. Finally they start to give out one by one until finally my enormous jumbo sized boobs explode out of the bra, filling out beneath the tight pink fabric of the dress. My tenderly erect nipples wobble about wildly as they settle down the rising slope of my belly. Meanwhile the tightness of my underpants becomes almost unbearable. They’re rubbing against my pussy as I grow, putting pressure in all the right places. But they’re also cutting off the circulation to my thighs. I wince through a mouthful of deliciously moist chocolate cake and then moan as they finally snap. They’re stuck so deep and tightly in my fat that they continue to give me a slight wedgie even after my thighs and butt have burst out of them. My fupa feels so swollen. Every wobble and jiggle of its burgeoning mass feels like its being transferred up into my most intimate places via the remaining taught strands of fabric from my underwear. Oh god I’m getting so fucking fat! How much bigger could I possibly get? I’ve barely made a dent in all the food. If I eat it all I’ll be positively ginormous! But the feast continues as my waitress stuffs a funnel in my mouth and pours a huge jug of cherry chocolate milkshake into my mouth. Delish! As I gulp it down I can hear my fat gurgling as it accommodates the influx of calories, I whimper as my soft chest flesh rises up to meet the thickening flab of my enormous triple chin. My flab is packed into the dress so tightly now it can barely jiggle. Yet still bigger I grow. Jess the human blimp! Bang! My eyes become as wide as saucers as a seam busts open. “Oops!” my waitress laughs, “Oh no Piggy! They don’t make dresses any bigger than this! It’s the largest size you can get! Whatever will you do now?” I moan through a mouthful of cream and delicious pecan pie. I hear the dress rip some more, it’s splitting down my sides. I can feel huge thick rolls of flab bursting out into the air. “Well I guess it’s ruined now. Fuck you’re a greedy glutton aren’t you?!” she laughs. Then she leans in and whispers, “I’ve never seen anyone get so morbidly obese! And I’ve never met anyone that’s so fucking HUNGRY! You’ll be as big as a fucking whale when I’m done with you!” I can see that her nipples are as rock hard as mine. I see the fire of lust in her eyes. She gives my exposed fat a poke and a squeeze. Her fingers touching my bare swelling flesh. So hot! I moan. She keeps the food coming. Huge seemingly endless mouthfuls of lemon cheesecake. Gulp. Swallow. Creak. Gulp. Swallow. Creak. Gulp! Gulp! Creak! Creak! Relentless! More! More! Feed me! Feed me! I can’t stop! I’m out of control! I feel breathless. I can’t eat fast enough. Every gulp fattens me more. The splitting seams of the dress stretch wider. The buckles on my black school shoes burst open one after the other. My thighs and butt swell. My belly inflates. My boobs grow heavier. My arms are becoming huge thick pillows of fat, ripping through the pink sleeves and frilly white lace of my exploding outfit. I can feel my fat rolls thickening, and new ones forming all over my body as I rise up, up, up in my seat. RIIIIP! The dress can’t take any more. My black school shoes pop off my inflating feet like champagne corks. My white socks, stretched so thin they’ve lost their opaqueness burst like sausage casings as my impossibly fat legs get even bigger. Absolutely nothing can contain me now! I’m too big! Too huge! Too FAT! I whimper wiggling my plump swelling fingers and toes. They feel stiff and tight. I’m becoming impossibly fat! But my naked body just keeps inflating fatter and fatter, larger and larger, free of all restraint. I voice in my head cries in complete awe, Jess you’re so HUGE! You have to stop eating! But I can’t! Another voice replies. I continue to munch on, moaning as I’m crammed full of chocolate fudge. I eat, and eat, and eat. Gradually turning myself into a helpless blimp. She just won’t stop feeding me! Can’t she see I’m ballooning up out of control?! My legs are pushed further and further apart by the fat of my thick wobbling thighs as they expand. My waitress traces her fingers along my exposed fat, pinching me. She squeezes each of my thick round thighs with both hands. They’re getting so HUGE! Together they’re bigger than she is!  Then I groan lustfully as my belly surges forward enveloping my entire lap. Bigger and fatter I grow! When will it end?! My belly spills past the edge of my huge knees, pushing them aside so that its weight can rest between my legs. A thick slab of fat dangling obscenely over the edge of my seat. My waitress laughs teasingly, “Oh my god that’s shameful piggy! You’re shamefully obese! Look at that obscene belly!” Still cramming more cupcakes into me, she gently nudges the dangling overhang of my gut from behind with her foot, sending it swaying. I let out a guttural moan spraying crumbs everywhere. She grins and continues to play with my belly as it inflates even more. She sticks her slender finger deep into my cavernous bellybutton and wiggles it about. I swear I hear my skin creaking under the strain of trying to contain my enormously fat body. There’s just too much of me! She gives my dangling belly a huge shake with both hands. The overhanging portion of it is wobbling back and forth like crazy! Its tip actually slaps against the underside of the chair. Oh. My. God. The shredded remains of my underpants are completely soaked. The chair’s metal frame is creaking. Protesting. Deeming my weight unacceptably heavy. My skin is tingling from tightness. I need to stop eating now! I’m way too big and heavy! How much must I weigh? Six hundred, seven hundred pounds? More? Eight hundred?! It’s so hard to judge, I feel like I could weigh half a ton! Stop piggy! You’re already WAY too FAT! Stop before you get any bigger! But I’m so horny! And oh god this food tastes so good! Just one more mouthful and then that’s it! Really! I swear! I know I’m getting far too FAT! A mouthful of delicious macaroons immediately changes my mind, I let out a shuddered exasperated moan of delight and my gorging continues with renewed vigour. The food just keeps getting better and better, and so I get bigger, and bigger, and BIGGER! I’m helplessly overstuffed addicted to food, no matter how much I’ve eaten, no matter how much I try to resist, the intense cravings for more just continue to seduce me over and over. I can’t help it, I just want to eat and eat and eat! My waitress laughs and laughs at how easy it was to tempt me into this gluttonous frenzy. I moan through a mouthful of heavenly butterscotch cheesecake, struggling to grasp at my growing fat. I’m completely amazed at how big and heavy my arms and hands have gotten, I can barely lift my elbows from my sides at all. All my effort raises them less than an inch. Bending them is even tougher, so much fat in the way I can barely make it past ninety degrees, and that angle of mobility is decreasing with every swallow. I stare at my hands in disbelief. My fingers are beyond chubby now, thick and fat like giant overstuffed frankfurters. My palms are so swollen they make my hands look like inflatable toys, so pumped up with fat that I can barely make a fist. I get quickly tired from holding up the weight of my pillow-sized arms and let my elbows fall to my sides. I can feel them inching their way outwards as I expand. My feet feel pinned to the floor by the weight of my legs. I’m becoming a huge round immobile ball of fat! Slowly becoming more and more imprisoned in my own flab yet STILL I can’t stop eating, and eating, and eating! I can’t believe how insanely horny my incredulous growth is making me. Feeling my sides, belly, butt, every last part of me creak outwards, expanding inch by inch. So wide! So round! So FAT! At the same time a cool breeze tickles my belly as it pushes forward, hanging lower. So huge! It’s grazing the floor ever so slightly. She stuffs me mercilessly! I get wider! Rounder! All my fat slowly inflating me like a gigantic balloon. Not even I get tell if my unintelligible moans are for her to stop or keep going. Oh god if she keeps feeding me I’m going to cum! My fat wobbles unsteadily as the metal chair legs start to bend beneath me. A huge orgasm rockets through my enormous body as I sink towards the ground crushing the chair flat. My waitress climbs joyfully onto my fat after lining up plates and plates of desserts around my thickening neck. I can smell waffles and donuts and other items but I can’t turn my neck far enough to see everything that’s laid out on the vast expanse of my shoulders. I’m sure it’ll be inside me soon enough. Lying down on my belly, now large enough to support her entire body, she lines herself up face to face with me and feeds me more food as she writhes about in my fat, using her legs and her free hand to play with every inch of my body spurring me on to climax again and again as she stuffs, and stuffs, and stuffs me with every bit of food she can get her hands on. Somehow I just know she’s not going to stop until all the food is gone, or until I pop! “Wake up, it’s time for breakfast Piggy!” she whispers and the dream seems to evaporate around me as my body expands infinitely into a brilliant white light. The next thing I know I’m awake breathing heavily, a faint film of perspiration evaporating from my skin, pleasantly cooling me down. My body is still tingling pleasantly from my amazing dream. I still sit at the table. I am starving. My appetite is back with a vengeance. I am still only in a bathing suit. It is nearly dark outside. Wait, is that a sunset or a sunrise? I yawn. I am so hungry. Did I doze all night? There’s a pillow placed behind my head. My neck still feels a little stiff. “Good morning beautiful, I made some of your favourites,” I hear her voice. My tummy gurgles. My eyes blink blurrily into focus just in time to see my waitress entering the room. She’s almost dancing in her step, humming. She places a tomato, cheese and bacon omelette in front of me. “We’re not open today so feel free to relax and eat all you want. I have the kitchen all to myself,” she winks at me, smiling whilst patting her own non-existent belly and licking her lips. That gets my juices flowing. And my mouth watering. I smile guiltily back, blushing. She smiles back and says, “My name’s Anna by the way.” “Jess,” I reply whilst staring longingly at the food.

(end of Part 1… Part 2 here)

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Audio Story - Biggest glutton in the world part 1 (weight gain story)

The first video on the channel makes Big splash with this story of a very Big girl. link to the story https://noarthereonlyfat.deviantart.com

One of my stories turned into a kinky radio play!

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Hi there Little Piggy,

I think it’s time we had a little chat about how FAT you’re getting. I mean just look at all that naughty, jiggly, blubber!

Why can’t you stop eating fatty? Are you really that hungry all the time? Do you like being a greedy fat little glutton? Stuffing your fat little face with more, and more, and more, until you’re so full you think you might just pop? Such a naughty fatty! You just can’t stop growing can you?

What if prepared a banquet in your honour. All you can eat. Yes even you porky!

Are you hungry fat girl?

Starving?

Well go on then, plump little piggy, eat up! Eat all that you can and then eat even more. Yes that’s right just eat and eat and eat like the naughty little glutton you are. Just eat and eat and eat and eat…

Oh my you’re getting even fatter aren’t you? I can see your belly growing!

Go on keep eating!

Don’t worry about your clothes getting tighter. Keep eating.

Don’t worry as your buttons pop off one by one, just keep eating more.

Don’t worry as your big fat butt splits the seat of your pants.

Don’t worry as your fat belly comes pouring out for everyone to see.

Don’t worry as everyone stares at your ballooning waist and thunder-thighs thinking,

“Oh God, what an enormous porker!”

Just keep eating piggy. I want to see you grow, and grow, and grow, and GROW!

I want to rub and squeeze all that naughty fat, slide my fingers between your fat rolls, bury my face in your huge tubby belly.

I want to watch your underpants dig in to your fat as you swell up like a balloon, watch their threads stretch and snap as your fat outgrows them, tearing them to shreds.

I want to make you bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER. Breasts the size of volleyballs, hips so embarrassingly wide you can’t fit anywhere! Fat little sausage fingers and toes, and your cute chubby face so fat you’ll barely recognise yourself in the mirror.

Stuff that fat gut! Grow for me piggy! Bigger! BIGGER!! Don’t stop eating!

I want to make you so fat you’re almost completely round. Like a huge, gigantic beached whale. So fat and round you can’t even reach your own bellybutton. Too fat and helpless to even reach for more food, but don’t worry, I’ll keep feeding you more, and more, and more! Pancakes, donuts, cupcakes, pies, chocolate, ice-cream, so much food! And you have to eat it ALL!

I won’t want to stop until you’re the fattest naughtiest piggy in the whole world!

With love, noarthereonlyfat ;) <3 xoxo

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How long you been hiding this new girlfriend from us? :) Is she ok with feederism? she pretty?

Wow, these are quite personal questions for an anonymous ask but okay.It’s very early days in the relationship. Yeah she’s very pretty and plus sized body positive. She knows what feederism is and it’s def not her cup of tea, but hey no one’s perfect.

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Sinful Surreal Stuffing

by NoArtHereOnlyFat

A hazy fog clears to reveal a dimly lit dining room containing a large oak table. There is only one chair, and it appears to be reserved with a small elegant white card placeholder that reads:

“Reserved for: The Hungriest Glutton”

Sitting at the table is a tubby little blonde girl who appears to be licking her fingers clean of chocolate icing. She can’t be much older than nineteen or twenty. There are smears of chocolate cream and crumbs of cake encrusting her plump pink lips. Her pretty face looks tired but content as she licks the last of her fingers. She moans and rubs her belly in a manner that would suggest she is very, very uncomfortably full. Her clothes look a little… ill-adjusted, like they’re several sizes too small. A layer of soft fat pokes out cheekily beneath her top spilling a little over the waist of her blue denim shorts.

“Urrp!” she stifles a burp into her chubby fist, her young face blushing profusely as she returns to rubbing her overstuffed belly.

From the shadows of the next room emerges an incredibly handsome man carrying a large, silver, serving dish. He is very tall, but he carries his height elegantly, his relaxed strides conveying powerful confidence. His green eyes glint as he eyes the tubby blonde rubbing her belly from behind. His face begins to grin with a devilishly charming smile as he notices how one of her love handles has completely escaped her top and is spilling over the waistband all the way around to the rear of her shorts.

The thud of his footsteps startles her and she immediately stops rubbing her tummy and tries to adjust her top in a fruitless attempt to cover her chub. She looks up at him, her face slowly going red,

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’m so full but I just can’t stop eating!” she says her voice quivering with nervous embarrassment.

He approaches her table and sets the large and heavy silver serving dish before her, removing her empty plate in a single swift motion. He then removes the lid to reveal a an almost absurdly large pie, it’s crust glistens with bits of slightly caramelised sugar. Her cheeks appear to flush and her blue eyes glaze over slightly as she inhales the sweet aroma of mouth-watering pastry. He slowly cuts it into slices revealing the pie’s creamy chocolate hazelnut filling which oozes onto the tray in a most appetizing manner. She can’t help but gasp with desire.

It’s her favourite!

He stands back up straight now towering over her. He smirks at the sight of her licking her lips. Her expression seems conflicted. Her eyes betray a guilty conscience, as if she knows she really shouldn’t eat any of it and yet longs to do so. She bites her bottom lip, her feminine features conveying the turmoil within as her mind races, weighing up the damage such an indulgence could do to her already more than ample figure, knowing full well that her form was already stressing the boundary of what most people might possibly describe as ‘pleasantly plump and curvy.’ If she were totally honest with herself she’d have to admit that she’d already passed that threshold and was now well into the ‘a little too fat’ range of most people’s tastes. She can feel his eyes scanning her body and it makes her squirm and tug at her clothes, cursing that they can no longer cover up all of her excess chub at once. Despite this her mouth is watering from the aroma of the delicious food place before her.

“Oh my you’ve gotten porky!” he sniggers, shaking his head as he sizes up her overly plump figure stuffed inside her way too tight clothes. So tight that every roll of fat is clearly visible, every seam tested by soft burgeoning flab, the legs of her shorts squeezing and digging deeply into her fleshy thighs, the buttons up her front straining to contain her round belly and breasts as everything wobbles with even the slightest movement of her chubby arms. She tenses up as he leans in close and whispers into her ear with a sly grin,

“I know why you can’t stop eating!”

She almost jumps from being startled as he pokes the side of her belly with his index finger. Her mouth slowly opens and her eyebrows rise in surprise as he pokes her again, this time more slowly, sinking his finger into her chub as if he were testing how fat she’d gotten.

“It’s because you’re a bad little girl!”

Poke, poke, poking her fat. She blinks incredulously. Her jaw drops as he continues his discourteous examination,

“A disgraceful!”

Poke.

“Greedy!”

Poke.

“Glutton!”

He keeps his finger embedded in her corpulence and wiggles it a little making her fat wobble.

“Yes indeed, you’ve been very naughty haven’t you? Just look at this!”

With his other hand he pinches one of her love handles muffin-ing over the waistband of her shorts, and whilst holding her flab between this thumb and forefinger starts shaking it mercilessly creating waves in her fat. It makes her blush so hard she wonders if her face might actually catch on fire.

He lets her fat come to rest and then more gently squeezes one of her smaller side rolls,

“But this is nothing to worry about,” he says soothingly, “it’s just puppy fat, you’ll soon grow into it!” he grins mischievously knowing full well the only growing she could possibly have left to do would be… outwards.

He breaks off a piece of piecrust and dips it into the chocolate filling and places it against her lips. She tries to turn her head away but the delicious aroma gets the better of her. One little taste couldn’t hurt, right? He smirks as she accepts the bite. The pleasurable taste is written all over her blushing face. He kneels beside her, still having to lean down a little to bring his face level with hers. She can feel his breath on the side her neck.

“And besides…” he whispers sexily, “I like BAD girls!”

Suddenly from behind he plunges his hands down onto her belly fat, clasping his fingers so tightly into her blubber it makes her squeak in surprise. At the same time he begins to whisper some strange words in a foreign tongue. His voice seems to almost echo against itself and she frowns as she tries to make out what he is saying. She looks round and the intensity of his green eyes make her pulse race and sends a shiver down her spine. She starts to wiggle and squirm trying to break free from his grasp but he grips her flab even tighter, holding her belly up and out over her lap, shaking it about until it’s completely untucked from her tight creaking shorts. Strange comforting warmth seems to emanate from his hands, spreading throughout every last inch of fat contained in her young body. She stops struggling and almost coos from how good it feels.

Then just like that he lets go, her belly plopping back down completely covering her button and fly. He continues to explore her body, running his hands over her tight clothes, squeezing her flab here and there. She looks down horrified to see her navel on display and tries to subtly tug her top down to cover it.

He stands back up, suddenly seeming even taller and perhaps even more handsome than before. She can feel her pulse racing, part of her already missing the feel of his hands on her body.

He walks back to the side of the table. While she thinks he’s not looking she fumbles madly trying to tuck her belly back into her shorts, only to discover they now seem far too tight to allow that. She gives up and slumps back in her chair, her gaze wandering back to the pie on the table, still deliciously warm and inviting, still taunting her with it’s chocolaty goodness.

As he observes the direction of her gaze he grins almost sadistically. When he speaks his voice is no longer a sexy whisper,

“Are you HUNGRY fat girl?” he asks, but his booming tone makes it sound more like a command than a question. The words seem to have a strange effect on her and her eyes almost glaze over as if she was hypnotised by the phrase.

An audible gurgling sound emanates from her chubby round belly. Then she feels it. The hunger. It wells up inside her like a force to be reckoned with. She looks up and him with a nervous embarrassed chuckle. He laughs as her attention is almost immediately drawn back to the pie, her mouth watering so much she’s nearly drooling.

“You can’t resist it can you? Such a greedy piggy! It’s okay, go on, have some more porky! I know you can’t help yourself! There’s nothing wrong with a little indulgence!” he says with an almost sadistic smile.

Her pulse beats stronger and stronger. Her breathing quickens. She can’t hold back any longer. Her watering mouth starts to open wide has her hands shakily lift a huge slice of pie towards her chubby face. Before she knows it she finds herself messily stuffing the huge slice of pie into her mouth. She moans as she eats with reckless abandonment, getting chocolate filling all over her face and hands, large drops of chocolate sauce dripping down between her large, soft, rather extra voluptuous breasts as they wobble against her straining tight bra. He slides the rest of the huge pie closer to her so that she can reach it more easily. Without missing a beat she leans forward and picks up another two slices and starts devouring them as fast as is humanly possible, quickly becoming short of breath, having to gasp for air between each gluttonous swallow.

Towards the end of the last slice she starts to slow down a little, hiccupping and burping every once in a while, and rubbing her belly in an effort to ease her discomfort smearing chocolate all over her top in the process.

When she’s done he unceremoniously knocks the large serving tray onto the floor with a loud startling clang. She looks down at her swollen gut for a moment and groans, then she looks back up and is surprised to see an absolutely gigantic bowl of chocolate pudding on the table. She didn’t even see him bring it in! Had she really been so preoccupied with stuffing her face like a prized hog?

He slides the bowl towards her, she can feel its warmth radiating on her face. It smells so sickly sweet and rich. She shakes her head.

“No I’m too full,” she says stifling another burp.

He just smiles at her through narrow judgemental eyes that burn with intensity. He only replies with a single word,

“Hungry.”

Suddenly she feels the sensation build within her again. Her pulse quickens, her mouth starts to water, her belly grumbles. Her appetite is back tenfold!

Not even using the spoon she leans forward and start shovelling the pudding into her mouth like a pig eating from a trough. He laughs and smiles, a very pleased expression on his face.

The bowl is huge, easily several litres of pudding, an impossible amount for anyone to consume in one sitting but she’s ploughing through it at an incredible speed. She begins to slow down about two thirds of the way though but he leans in close once again speaks the word,

“Hungry!” directly into her ear.

She responds immediately my moaning and cramming and extra large handful into her plump chocolate smeared cheeks. He helps her pick up the heavy bowl, tipping it into her wide open mouth as she uses both hands to scoop as much as she can into herself. The last third is gone in no time at all.

He laughs as she’s forced to lean back clutching her belly in discomfort. Never in her life had she imagined it was possible to eat so much or feel so full. Suddenly the seams down the sides of her shorts burst open with a loud ripping sound. She looks down and yelps with surprise. All of a sudden she appears to look fatter than ever! Her belly seems to have grown in width and girth, her stomach is packed tight but the base of her belly seems softer and flabbier as well, the buttons on her top are stretched to the limit, huge gaps exposing large sections of soft delicate quivering blubbery flesh. Even her underwear feels uncomfortably tight, threads creaking and threatening to unravel should she take a deep breath.

“Oh my God! I’m so FAT!” she says panicking in a fearfully high-pitched tone, her voice quivering in disbelief. She feels her cheeks wobble, even her face is swollen! Then she notices a gigantic sweet lemon pie has been placed before her, its diameter is almost the entire width of the table! He slides the enormously heavy pie over to her. She shakes her head, her facial expression becoming one of sheer terror as he speaks the word,

“Hungry.”

A bead of sweat forms on her brow as once again her pulse quickens and her stomach begins to rumble so loud it feels like the room is vibrating. She begins to pant, trying to resist the temptation to stuff as much of it into her mouth as she can fit in one go.

“No I can’t!” she moans her eyes starting up at him pleadingly, he merely chuckles back at her and says it again,

“Hungry!”

“Oh please no … mmph!” she silences her own protests cramming a nice big chunk of gooey pie into her noticeably fatter face getting cream on her nose. The rose-coloured hue of her wobbling cheeks is smeared in cream, pudding and pie.

“Oh my god! It’s so good!” she begins moaning through mouthfuls.

“I just can’t stop eating it! Oh goodness!” she moans as a button pops off her top over the widest part of her hips and belly exposing her deep navel. She can feel herself getting wider and rounder by the minute, but the pie is so good, it commands her to eat more!

“Oh god, more! More!” she demands as she finishes the portion of the pie that’s within reach of her chubby fingers. He laughs and spins the tray around so that she can reach the rest of it and continue gorging.

“So good!” she moans so loudly it almost sounds sexual.

He laughs and gives her exposed belly button a poke. His finger disappears up to the last knuckle. He jiggles her fat disapprovingly saying,

“My god piggy! You are getting SO FAT! You really have to stop eating!” his deep laugh echoes sadistically inside her head.

“Oh God! I’m sorry! I just can’t stop! <gulp> too hungry! <burp> can’t help it! <slurp> everything tastes so good! More! <slurp> oh god <stuff> oh god <much> oh god!” she moans back between mouthfuls.

He smiles baring his perfect teeth and says, “Why would a fatty like you want to stop? The pie is good isn’t it? Eat up now, it’s okay, there’s plenty more where that came from!”

Finally, FINALLY the pie is gone. As have the rest of the buttons on her top. She squeezes and massages her flabby belly to ease its fullness, quivering with fear at how it now spills and wobbles over the edge of the chair between her legs, jiggling against her rounded thick thighs. She tries to lean back and whimpers at how soft and wide her hips seem to have gotten. She can barely believe how fat and heavy her arms are too. Even her shoulders are doughy. She is alarmed to discover that they can no longer rest parallel with her torso and instead are now pushed out from her sides, her elbows resting on a bed of blubber made up of several thick plump bulging side rolls with scarily deep folds. Her bra is cutting such deep crevices into her back fat its almost painful. Her massive boobs have become heavy balls of blubber. She looks down to see them almost pouring out of their inadequate support cups and then gasps as she feels how much fat is between her chin and her face. As she worriedly touches her face horrified at how fat and swollen her cheeks feel she catches site of her wrist and hands. She can barely believe they belong to her, looking all puffed up and inflated, her fingers resembling big fat frankfurters.

She yelps as her bra suddenly gives way and her breasts bounce out and jiggle to rest on the curve of her overfull stomach. She tries to cover them with her hands for a moment but the effort of holding all that flesh in her heavy arms becomes quickly tiring. She can feel the heat radiating from her body like a furnace making her perspire a little.

She slumps backwards, exhausted. She closes her teary eyes for a moment, pausing for a minute hoping it will allow her to catch her breath. As she takes several a deep breathes she is forced to admit to herself that the sensation of all her new soft smooth sensitive flesh squeezing and jiggling against itself isn’t entirely unpleasant. The thought sends a little tingle between her thighs. Naughty thoughts long buried in the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind begin to surface. Just the fact that she could contemplate feeling aroused after eating herself into such a massive fat pig horrifies her. She feels his gaze upon her even with her eyes closed. She can smell a sweet scent waft under her nostrils. It makes her nipples harden. She opens her eyes to be met with a mouthful of cheesecake. She moans and can’t help but massage her breasts as she eats, and eats, and eats.

“Such a greedy piggy. You just like food so much it makes you horny doesn’t it piggy? Does my cheesecake give you a lady-boner?” he teases.

Her face reddens, she bites her lip, so embarrassing! Erotic thoughts tickle her subconscious. She tries to block them out but she feels herself become wet regardless. Her wobbling belly is sending annoyingly pleasurably waves of fat across her fupa as its hefty weight dangles just over the edge of the seat front. She tries to subtly press her huge fat thighs together to relieve the tension building between them. The shift in weight makes her chair creak loudly, a long drawn out groan of overstressed wood. She dies inside of embarrassment. She tries to stay perfectly still to avoid any more such sounds.

The chair creaks again. It’s making her so wet! Her face frowns, puzzled. Her belly feels like its starting to dangle in mid air off the front of the chair. Her eyes snap open as she realises her elbows are ever so slowly being parted even more. She feels her pulse begin to race as she realises she can actually feel herself still growing very slowly bigger, bigger, bigger by the second as her pie and cheesecake filled stomach churns away processing the remainder of all those calories. Her eyes widen and dart about in panic. How many pounds will she pack on?! Just how much fatter is she going to get?!! Her panic increasing she starts to flail her arms about and begins to sob,

“Oh no! I’m getting even bigger!” she wails just as the back of her shorts explode, a tear right down the middle exposes the deepening crack between her two enormous fleshy buttocks. She continues to cry as she feels her large butt begin to spill off both sides of the chair, her fat pouring out and around the armrests which quickly become buried by her burgeoning flab. More seams creak and pop making her shudder. Finally after another minute or so the growth slows and subsides and leaving her in a big fat blubbery mess.

“Oh why did I eat so much? I didn’t know it would make me THIS fat!” she sobs.

“It’s okay porky! You can get as fat as you want here! My, my! Look at all this blubber! Yes just look at you! You have become quite the porker haven’t you?” he laughs poking her fat rolls and folds, his finger disappearing into her flab up to the last knuckle, “Poor hungry piggy! So fat and greedy. Such a hungry HUNGRY hippo!” he says in an almost seductive tone.

As if hit by three strong punches to her gut, her massive tummy shakes violently. She whimpers as her stomach burbles loudly! This time its gurgles and rumbles are more like ferocious ravenous roars, so loud they causes little ripples to appear in her exposed fat. Then she notices the sweet aroma of pie in the air and her mouth begins to water.

“I-Is that more pie? Oh god that smells good!” she whimpers, “Please you have to stop! I’m already as fat as a hog! I’m going to end up as big as a cow!”

The aroma is so delicious its as if even just the scent itself must contain calories. She feels what’s left of her clothes tighten just a little more whilst the familiar sensation of hunger builds and builds within her huge belly. As she inhales another dose of the sweet aroma her eyes widen and an excited smile creeps around the edges of her chubby face.

“… but it smells sooo good… oh GOD it smells good!” she says breathlessly licking her lips, having to wipe a little dampness from the corner of her lips with her chubby wrist. Now almost panting like a puppy dog she can barely contain her excitement as he begins to drag something into the room from the shadows. The closer it gets the more tempting it becomes.

“Is it more pie? Please say its more pie! Oh god I LOVE pie so much! Hurry up and bring it here! I don’t even care what kind I just want to eat it all! HURRY UP!” she moans almost deliriously, her tongue furiously licking her lips.

He very slowly wheels in an absolutely GIGANTIC pie. It’s so heavy he has to strain heavily to move the trolley upon which it sits. The diameter of the massive confection has to be at least three metres across!!

Her face goes as white as a sheet. “It’s so big!” she gasps in horror suddenly realising the damage that much pie could do. She looks at him earnestly,

“Oh please don’t let me eat it all, I’ll be HUGE! No! No! Please don’t bring it any closer!” she cries fearfully.

He begins to laugh, saying with a rather patronizing tone,

“But what’s the matter? I thought you said you want to eat it all? Aren’t you HUNGRY?”

She grits her teeth and clutches her rumbling belly hard, still alarmed at how big and squishy it feels. Her mouth waters more and more. He pulls out a massive knife as long as a machete and chops through the crust of the giant pie.

She breathes so heavily she nearly hyperventilates as some of the filling tumbles out of the crust. The sight and smell of what’s inside makes her feel giddy. The pie appears to be stuffed full of delicious looking donuts, muffins, cupcakes, Danishes, cinnamon swirls and all kinds of baked dessert treats! All suspended in various amounts of chocolate, cream, custard and jam filling. Never in her life has she seen something that looked so sinfully appetizing… or sinfully fattening.

“No please I can’t, I mustn’t!” she moans whilst looking longingly at the sinfully fattening dessert.

“Oh come now greedy cow, you know you want it! You’re such a hungry little glutton! Hungry hungry hungry! I bet you could finish the whole thing and still have room for more!” he says with a spine chillingly evil laugh.

She stares at the pie like a deer caught in the headlights, sweating and breathing heavily, all 400 plus pounds of her newly rotund body quivering with anticipation, licking her lips urgently as the hunger wells up and up inside her, with a pained expression she moans,

“Oh god it looks so good I can’t stand it! Bring it over here! I’m going to eat all of it!”

Her pudgy face breaks out into a greedy smile as he slowly wheels it over to the table. He struggles to move it onto the table it’s just so heavy.

“Hurry up! I’m starving! I’m going to finish that whole thing!” she says her face beaming with longing desire.

The table bends slightly and groans like it’s about to break as it burdens the weight of the ridiculously large pie. She drums her fat fingers on her soft exposed belly flesh impatiently.

As soon as it’s within reach of her chubby arms she grabs a donut from within the sticky sweet mixture and takes a nice large bite sighing with delight and moaning in approval. It tastes like heaven, a delicious donut coated in sweet warm mixture that tastes a like gooey icing!

“So gwood!” she says blushing with a mouthful before taking another bite, still trying to be as lady-like as her uncontrollable gluttony would allow.

“Oh yes piggy, I know. My, my, you really are an obscenely fat greedy hungry piggy aren’t you? Hungry, hungry, HUNGRY!”

“Oh gwad <mmph! gulp!>” she moans as she madly crams the rest of the donut in whole and grabs a apple Danish from the pie’s filling with one hand and a chocolate muffin with the other. As if she simply can’t decide which to eat first she tries to cram them in both at once getting sticky filling all over her face.

“Yes that’s right! Go for it fatty! I know how HUNGRY you big girls can get,” his eyes and nostrils flare as he watches her helplessly gorge herself faster and faster.

“Poor, poor, greedy HUNGRY piggy,” he teases, “But you’re going to get so FAT! Don’t you think you aught to slow down just a little? You’re getting as big as a cow!” he chuckles but his eyes shine wildly with lust.

“Don’t <mmph!>  care! <gulp!> need! <urp!> more!” she moans, gasping for air between swallows as if almost in pain from the hunger burning inside her.

He walks around behind her and slaps her wobbling gelatinous butt, then he grabs hold of her thick rolls of back fat and leans in close to her ear whispering,

“Typical fat girl. Never worry about the future when there’s food around do you? No you just have to stuff it into your HUNGRY fat face don’t you? Nothing else comes between a HUNGRY fat girl and her food does it? And, my word, you are getting so very fat, and so very HUNGRY aren’t you my obscenely bloated hog? HUNGRY as a horse. HUNGRY as a hippo. HUNGRY, HUNGRY, HUNGRY!”

Earnestly stuffing herself faster and faster as his words mercilessly intensify her hunger ever more, enhancing her desire to fill herself up to the brim as fast as possible, to empty every last delicious morsel into her bottomless pit of a belly. Eating and eating, faster and faster, a disgusting spectacle of unrestrained gluttony, barely having time to gasp for air between every gulp of delicious sweet sinfully fattening confectionary. She can feel the desire to be filled overcoming her. An urge so primal. So hedonistically pleasurable. She’d always found that gorging herself to the limit had always had erotic undertones but eating so wildly and recklessly whilst he was teasing her was starting to make her nipples harden until they ached.

“Hungry!” he says as he squeezes her side rolls making her moan. Tears of shame and pleasure stream from her eyes as she shovels away. She just can’t get the food inside herself fast enough!

“Hungry!” he grabs a firm hold of her buttocks and squeezes them together, her wide hips and waist now starting to bend the armrests and back of the chair apart with considerable force, her body spilling off the edges of the seat in every direction. He squeezes them again and she begins to wiggle and squirm with his touch. Bits of chair explode as she breaks the arm rests clean off! Clearly having trouble containing her desire she presses her massive fat swelling thighs tightly together as she moans, desperately trying to cram food inside herself faster than she is capable of.

He grabs her side rolls firmly with each hand, having to press his chin firmly into her blubbery shoulder and neck fat and his chest against her back rolls so that he can reach both sides at once. And then he gives her massive overhanging gut a nice big shake. Waves of blubber fly over every inch of her fat round body and she bursts from the remainder of her clothes moaning both from terror and desire. How could she even thing about sex whilst she was eating herself into a whale of a woman?!

“HUNGRY!” he says in a deep guttural tone as he nuzzles the growing fat of her neck and shoulder.

“Touch me! <gulp!>” she moans between mouthfuls as she inhales a cream bun and chocolate chip cookie along with a nice big chunk of the pie’s amazingly delicious pastry crust.

He grabs her huge flabby breast and begins massaging it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger whilst sliding his other hand under her heavy belly and wobbling it around. She shudders as she can feel his arms getting tighter around her, knowing it means she must be getting even fatter.

“Didn’t you ever stop to think where being a big fat insatiable greedy glutton might get you? Overeating until you’re the hungriest most insatiable glutton in the world! Hungry, hungry, HUNGRY!” he purrs.

She feels her belly roar. Her impossible appetite grows more insatiable still. She pants desperately!

“Oh no! Please help me! <umf… gulp> can’t <gulp> eat <gulp> fast <gulp> enough!”

He grins sadistically, “Hungry!”

Tears well in her eyes,

“Please! Mmph! No! I can’t take it! Mmph! Need more!” she says with her mouth so full it’s almost indecipherable.

He chuckles, “What was that HUNGRY piggy?”

She moans exasperated, her eyes pleading, “Need! <gulp> More! <burp!> MORE!!”

And out of sheer desperation she suddenly heaves her entire now 500 plus pound body up off the creaking chair, crawls up on to the table and sticks her face directly into the pie!

He begins to laugh, “Yes, yes, that’s more like it piggy!”

His eyes and nostrils flare with intense power once again as he whispers some words in a foreign tongue. The table makes a sharp cracking sound and it collapses to the floor. She slides almost completely into the giant pie as the table-top crashes to the floor. She raises her head out of the thin top crust of the pie gasping for air.

“OH GOD! I’M SO FAT! PLEASE STOP ME!” she blubbers and ploughs her face back into the pie’s sweet filling, scooping more into her swelling face with her thick ham like arms. She whimpers as her fat visibly inflates, her whole body creaking like an overfilled balloon. Even her face is swollen.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?! <mph!> HELP ME! <mph!> I’M GETTING TOO FAT!” she feels her thighs push her legs forcibly apart as they fill out with more fat, wobbling like giant jello-filled balloons.

“IF I GET ANY FATTER I WON’T BE ABLE TO WALK!” she moans and then takes a huge bite of the pies pastry topping. Her form swells visibly once again, her belly so big it pushes back against the floor.

“<gasp!> WON’T BE ABLE TO MOVE!” she dives back into the delicious pie, her massive wobbling buttocks plumping up and up into the air, her breasts pushing up around her thickening neck and chins, her arms and legs spreading apart as she balloons with more and more fat.

“PLEASE STOP! I’M SORRY FOR BEING SO GREEDY! PLEASE NO MORE FOOD! I’M GETTING TOO BIG! I CAN BARELY MOVE! <aaaah…mph!> <gulp!> <gulp!>”

“Ha! You think you’re fat now? Open wide HUNGRY piggy! You’re not even half full yet!” he says grinning wickedly, his eyes and nostrils flare with intense power once again as he whispers some words in a foreign tongue.

“Oooo!” she cries alarmed as she suddenly finds her lips opening and forming a permanent ‘O’ shape. And then, with super human force, she finds herself sucking down the deliciously sweet and sticky chocolate custard cream filling at an impossible rate, swallowing donuts and cupcakes whole like she were some kind of confectionary vacuum cleaner! Her fat stubby limbs flailing about in alarm, her ability to move them increasingly hampered as they too inflate like balloons along with the rest of her..

“No! Stop! Mmph! OH GOD SO GOOD! YES! YES! MORE!” her confused thoughts are unintelligible through the stream of delicious food flowing into her mouth.

He admires her giant wobbling rear end sticking up into the air, and her huge tree-trunk like thighs, all visibly swelling with every passing moment. Her whole body now resting on her massive belly, it raises her up into the air a little more every second as she swells with new fat from all the thousands upon thousands of impossibly ingested calories. He kneels down beside her just outside the edge of the pie and gives the side of her belly a nice big rub and a squeeze.

“Hahaha! Oh yes! Just a completely out of control aren’t you fatty! Look at all this blubber! Hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of you! Had enough yet or are you still HUNGRY?” he teases, his words slightly increasing the rate at which the pie is disappearing into her.

Her response to this surprises even him. A fat chubby hand reaches out and grabs him by the belt buckle. Her stubby fingers fumbling, too fat to fit down the front of his trousers.

He says a strange foreign sounding word and his clothes simply seem to melt away until he’s standing completely naked. His handsome body looks even more powerful. Trim and toned into perfect shape, a drastic comparison to her rotund almost ball like shape as her belly now not only touches the ground when on all fours but is splayed out bulging at her sides in a serious of massive fat rolls, the base of it pushing her enormously thick legs further and further apart as it swells between them, threatening to lift her knees off the ground to make room for its monstrous girth. Her ginormous wobbling ass cheeks slapping together as they rise higher and higher, inflating fuller and fuller with every passing second her unstoppable gluttony is allowed to continue.

Before he can finish admiring her body he finds her chubby fingers clasped firmly around his huge erection. And then she pulls him in closer forcing him to quickly shuffle forward until she can ram him deep into one of her many folds of fat. They both moan loudly as he begins thrusting into her swelling flab again and again, choosing a different roll or fold each time!

“Oh yes!” he cries.

“ooooooo <mmph!>” she moans.

“Oh you’re such a naughty HUNGRY fat girl aren’t you! Gunna eat until you’re the size of a house are you?!” he yells between gasps of pleasure with each thrust working his way around her the fat of her body, thrusting between her belly and thighs, into a roll of fat starting to form on her legs, around behind her until he reaches her massive bulging underbelly and plump swollen fupa!

As he inserts himself he begins to moan with every thrust,

“HUNGRY!” “HUNGRY!” “HUNGRY!...” over and over.

She moans both from pleasure and alarm as she feels the flow of pie filling her mercilessly increase with every gratifying thrust, faster and faster. Before long she’s inflating rapidly like a giant balloon attached to the end of his engorged member, sucking down all the pie until every last bite is crammed inside her, crust and all. Her belly gurgles and protests loudly.

BUUUUURRP!

“Oh!” she moans in discomfort, suddenly feeling achingly full. Her rumbling body creaks as her fat still continues to swell with naughty calories.

“Eaten too much have you fatty?” he laughs as she continues to swell, her wobbling creaking fat pressing up against him more and more.

“OOOOOHHH!” she moans as the impending feeling of a massive climax starts to bear down on her with the force of a freight train. Her eyes dart about as her fat cells continue to swell and swell with naughty calories plumping her up bigger, bigger, BIGGER!

“Haha yes! Grow piggy! Grow! Look at what all those naughty calories are doing to you! You’re becoming the fattest girl there ever was!” he cries in pleasure. Slapping her rear, grabbing handfuls and handfuls of her naughty fat and sending it wobbling over and over. Her belly raises her up off the floor, her shoulders swell up into her neck and chin, her chin swells and pushes back whilst her chubby cheeks also bulge with new growth. Her sides widen, her achingly huge soft breasts spill out to the floor as they too inflate with fat like giant balloons. Her thighs and calves thicken until they’re so round they look ready to burst. Her butt wobbles even more as it rises and widens, so huge her butt is nearly towering over him as he continues to fuck her like a big fat piggy! Huge shockwaves of fat travelling through her buttocks as his entire body thrusts connect with her. With her immovably fattened arms sticking straight out to her sides her form almost resembles the Good Year Blimp! How much fatter could she possibly get? How much would she weigh? A thousand pounds?! Two thousand?!! EVEN MORE?!!! The realisation that she’s turning into a literal mountain of blubber makes her blush harder than ever! All she can do is moan and grow as all the calories in her overstuffed belly inject her with yet even more fat!

“Oh dear fatty! I really think you may have overdone it! This is far too fat! You’re becoming an obscene blob or lard! You’re getting as round a ball! You look ready to blow! Oh dear you fat girls just never have enough self-control do you?!” he continues to tease, “I do hope my poor piggy doesn’t burst from being too greedy! How embarrassing! This piggy was so greedy she just ate and ate until she exploded!” he says as they both begin to cum like a monsoon.

She screams in both fear and pleasure as still fatter and fatter she grows, both of them climaxing over and over until they simply can’t any more. His very last thrust leaves them both completely exhausted, and her a massive grinning immobile ball of fat.

And then her world begins to fade to a white light. A thought that perhaps her heart has given out and she’s passing beyond makes her panic for a second but then her vision returns and she realises she sitting back in her chair, her weight having returned to her regular one eighty to two hundred pound range. The table appears to be back intact as well, and on it rests a delicious looking pie. Next to it is a note that reads,

“I thought a pretty lady as hungry as you might want seconds! Keep this pastry safe, it will last forever, and if you ever want another round simply take a sinful bite.

Yours eternally, Lucifer xoxoxo”

She jiggles her little belly gleefully and takes a large bite…

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[noarthereonlyfat]

Dreaming of Fat Camp

“OKAY THAT’S IT! I’M SENDING YOU TO FAT CAMP!” Amy’s mother yelled furiously. Amy had been caught red handed once again sneakily snacking from a huge pile of chocolate bars in her room. Her mother had caught her with chocolate all over her face, her plump belly exposed also covered in chocolate finger marks. Amy cursed herself for forgetting to check that her door was locked. She hated that the two of them had to live in such a small apartment. It left much to be desired in the way of privacy. “And since you’ve already eaten more than your calorie allotment for today you can go to bed without any dinner!” Amy’s mother was at her wits end. Being a single mum she already felt like she was under a lot of pressure to raise her daughter right, and she knew how tough the world could be for a fat girl. She used to be one, but for the past twelve years she had managed her weight and was now a very proud size 8. Amy’s mother had tried everything to help her chubby daughter manage her eating habits, but it was almost as if Amy WANTED to gain weight rather than lose it! Amy’s mother knew one thing for certain. She was not going allow her daughter to suffer getting any fatter, especially now that she was already so fat that all her friends openly referred to her as Piggy! What was even more worrying was that Amy seemed to be okay with this nickname! Was that really how she was herself? At first she had felt sorry for Amy and given her plenty of encouragement to help her control her eating habits and get more exercise, but the more she helped, the more her daughter resisted. Now they were constantly fighting, Amy just refused to admit she had a problem. She claimed she liked being chubby, something Amy’s mother simply refused to accept or understand. Amy slammed her door and lay down on her bed miserable, and hungry. Well that wasn’t exactly true she had actually been gorging herself to the point of uncomfortable fullness all afternoon, but she had really been looking forward to dinner. She could smell roast chicken all throughout the house. Amy squeezed her chubby belly. She didn’t know what the big deal was. She was a bit fat but it wasn’t like she was huge or anything. Not huge like she constantly wished she was. Recently she’d been having very vivid imaginary thoughts of being a lot fatter whilst pleasuring herself late at night in her room. She imagined herself at twice her size, or even three times, and it simply drove her wild. Her belly let out a gurgle and she sighed. She sure was going to miss it. The fat camp threat had been mentioned on many, many occasions in the past six months. She was fairly certain her mother wasn’t bluffing this time. Amy drifted off to sleep whilst still clutching her belly protectively. In her dreams she found herself at fat camp, sitting in an administrative office. “So Amy, your mother has sent you to us to lose weight,” a man folded his arms eying her chubby body up and down with discern. He was a young man and in obviously great shape, good looking, but he sported a super short GI Joe type haircut and a judgemental attitude. Amy had a strong feeling they weren’t going to get along. “I’m Personal Trainer Hadley, you can call me PT for short, and I’ll be helping you learn how to shed some of those unsightly pounds.” He spoke as if he was incredibly bored with his job and she was just yet another undisciplined fatty that he now had to whip into shape. Amy was feeling cocky, “Listen, PT, I’m not looking to shed any of this weight. I don’t really see what the big deal is. I’m not THAT fat, and I like being this size! I have nice curves, you can’t make me lose weight if I don’t want to!” PT raised his eyebrow, “Amy there are two types of girls that come here, those that want to lose weight, and those that need… convincing.” It was Amy’s turn to raise her eyebrow, “Oh really? Well I don’t think you’re going to have much luck with me.” “You’d be surprised, we get all sorts of girls here. I’m pretty sure it won’t take me too much effort to make a little piggy like you see the error of her ways,” he mocked. Amy felt a little twinge in her pants as she felt herself blush with embarrassment. She felt her heart rate increase. Interesting, hearing someone other than her mother be so upfront about her weight was kind of exciting. Secretly she kind of hoped he was going to lay in to her a little more about her weight. Perhaps if she played her cards right not everything about fat camp would be completely terrible, at least from one certain perspective. “Amy I can already tell from what your mother has told me and from your attitude that you’re a greedy glutton who doesn’t give a damn about the consequences of her actions. You just want to fill your fat greedy stomach with junk food all day long without a care in the world, hell I bet you’re even thinking about food right now, aren’t you greedy guts?” PT said smirking as he rummaged through his drawer. It was actually true. Going to bed without dinner had made Amy hungry in her dream too, and right now she swore she could smell the scent of chocolate and it already set her mind off with a craving for candy bars, right now any kind would do. To her surprise PT took a silver plate out his drawer and put it on his desk. On the plate was a chocolate bar, unwrapped. It looked like it could be a Mars or Snickers bar. Amy’s mouth watered instinctively. “Go on Amy, eat it. I know you want to. I bet you can’t resist,” he said smirking sarcastically. Amy shrugged, reached out, grabbed the chocolate and took a very large bite. PT burst into laughter shaking his head, “Oh wow, Amy! I don’t think I’ve seen anyone cave quite that quickly before. Jesus that’s hilarious.” He leant back in his chair eyeing her with discern as she swallowed her mouthful of candy bar, “Amy, Amy, Amy, yup that’s definitely a fat girl’s name, it suits you, but no, I can see we’re going to need a nickname for you, something that’s a little more… motivating. For the duration of your stay here I think I shall refer to you as… Piggy. Is that understood, Piggy?” PT gave her such a stern look that Amy found herself nodding in agreement. Piggy, Amy thought to herself, blushing and feeling hot around her collar. I’ll show him a Piggy she thought defiantly and took another bite of the chocolate bar. Amy felt her nipples beginning to harden inside her bra. Her dream-self thought about the reality of her situation, that she had indeed actually gotten fat enough for her mother to send her to fat camp, and that she was now fat enough for people to nickname her Piggy. “Well Piggy, what are we going to do with you? You’re clearly very out of shape. In your current condition you’re not going to be much good at team sports, probably too lazy to be motivated sufficiently at the gym. Most importantly, I don’t believe you’re even going to try and lose weight in the slightest bit. You’re clearly in complete denial about your obesity. You couldn’t even hold out for five seconds before stuffing that chocolate bar in your greedy pie hole.  Absolutely no self-control what so ever!” said PT. Amy was amazed at how much this kind of talk was turning her on. Amy just shrugged back at him smiling and defiantly stuffed the rest of the chocolate bar into her mouth in one whole bite. She spoke rudely with her mouth full to goad him into insulting her further, “Oh I see, it’s like that is it?” he said sternly. “Well maybe you’d like another, Piggy!” he said roughly chucking another bar on to the plate, his voice showing a hint of anger. “Free chocolate! This place is awesome!” It was Amy’s turn to mock him and she gave him a shit-eating smile as she proceeded to devour the second bar. “Oh caramel! Yum!” PT glared back at her, “I think someone needs to teach you a lesson Piggy! Want another? Why bother asking, of course you want more you greedy bucket of lard,” he said, strongly conveying the disgust he felt towards her with the tone of his voice as he threw down another chocolate bar so hard it bounced off its plate and landed in her lap. Amy smirked and tried to eat it in one bite, getting caramel filling on her chin whilst grinning with delight at the stupidity of his theatrics. Five chocolate bars later… “Wow you can really put it away Piggy. What are you proud of yourself?” PT seemed quite furious with her now. Amy smiled and gave him a shrugging nod as she patted her round tummy. She was feeling a little full now, they were large bars but it was by no means her personal record. “Never in my life…” PT was so frustrated he seemed lost for words. Amy tried to stifle a belch and blushed when it came out a lot louder than she expected. To cover her embarrassment she asked sarcastically, “Got any more?” This seemed to anger PT in a big way. Now fuming, he stood up and marched over to her angrily grabbing a large plastic bag full of candy bars from his desk. He towered over her menacingly. “All right then Piggy!” he said as he suddenly grabbed her chubby cheeks in one of his large hands and chocolate bar in the other and barked at her, “Have some more then you stupid fat girl!” and stuffed another one into her mouth. Amy was shocked and deeply confused by this turn of events. Part of her was unnerved, part of her amused, and part of her was incredibly aroused. She ate with gusto, staring back at him defiantly, her eyes smirking. She even licked her chocolate stained lips in a seductive manner between swallows. She smirked and began to say “Mmm, that was so good...” But he silenced her with another bar. This one he crammed in harder and then started to cram yet another bar in while she was still chewing to keep her quiet. Game on, Amy thought to herself. She’d recently become very proud of how much she could eat and decided she wanted to rub it in his fat-hating face that she didn’t care what he thought of her gluttony. She ate like she was insatiable. Bar after bar was stuffed angrily in to her and although Amy was starting to get quite full she was absolutely determined not to refuse a single bite. She’d already figured out the whole point of his little mind game would arise when she wanted to stop eating, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. She could sense his frustration and was loving it. “Fuck you’re a greedy hog! It’s a wonder you’re not twice this size!” he snapped. Amy paused eating and covered her chocolate full mouth to laugh at his comment but he grabbed her by the hair and stuffed the next chocolate bar in her mouth with a little more force. It didn’t hurt but it did give her quite a shock. She glared back at him with intensity as she chewed, her stomach churned as a rush of adrenalin flowed through her body. Amy knew she should have reacted more strongly to being physically manhandled but at the same time she found it incredibly exhilarating. If it were real life she probably would have bitten one of his fingers, or kicked him in the balls to give herself time to escape, but in that strange haze that dreams often have she found her thoughts could only focus on how incredibly aroused she was by his forcefulness. Her nipples were fully erect now and she could feel a definite damp patch on her underwear between her plump thighs. She squirmed in her seat trying to slide her thighs against each other without drawing his attention. She decided to gulp the whole bar down as fast as possible and then opened her mouth as wide as she could for the next one, determined not to let him see that he’d fazed her at all. Bring it on asshole, you’re going to feel pretty stupid for giving me free chocolate long before I stop eating, Amy thought to herself grinning internally. Finally, Amy had finished the entire bag of candy bars. She was very thankful that was the last of them, she felt so, so, full. She was very uncomfortable it was quite hard work maintaining her composure of defiance. A small bead of sweat formed on her forehead. Never in her life had she eaten so much chocolate in one sitting, she was secretly proud of this. She rubbed her belly soothingly, but didn’t want to give away the fact that she was painfully overstuffed in case he used it against her. A loud hiccup echoed around the room. PT dropped the empty bag on the floor and stood behind his desk, leaning on it shaking his head in revulsion. For some reason he seemed even taller now and he towered over Amy even whilst standing behind his desk. “Well Piggy, I’ve never seen anyone able to eat that much chocolate in my life! You’re a fat disgusting pig!” A wicked grin slowly formed on his face, “I wonder if you’ll still be a cocky little fat bitch when your clothes don’t fit anymore!” All of a sudden, just as he finished speaking those words, strange stretching noises filled the room. They seemed to be coming from Amy’s pants. She looked down at her jeans, puzzled. She moved her thighs and found their movement a little more constricted than she expected. The creaking grew louder and it felt to Amy like the button of her fly was beginning to dig into her soft belly flab almost a little painfully. She tried to slip her fingers under the waist of her jeans to ease them down a little, but to her surprise she found that they were gripping her far too tightly. “Oh dear piggy, looks like all that chocolate went straight to your waist,” he said in mock concern. Amy gave him a very sarcastic look and mouthed the words “Fuck off” at him, pretending to casually adjust her top whilst trying to ignore the extreme tightness of her pants. PT’s tone changed to imply a serious warning, “Piggy, I wonder if you’ll be so sassy after you get so fat you pop the buttons off your top.” Less than a second after he finished that sentence Amy gasped as the tight buttons down her front began to creak and protest against the curve of her belly. Gaps had actually formed between a few of them over the widest flabbiest part of her gut which seemed to be overhanging her jeans more than usual, and then POP! … POP! Amy’s eyes went as wide as saucers, as two buttons went flying across the floor. The release of her flab sent two distinct ripples across her fat tummy flesh as it filled out the gap in her shirt, causing even more creaking sounds from the remaining buttons. PT laughed. Amy looked up and got quite a shock. He seemed to have grown in height again, now a giant of a man near seven feet tall. Amy was now feeling very intimidated. “You still going to be a cocky little fat bitch when your pants split open?” he laughed. Suddenly a loud rip sent a chill down Amy’s spine. It was as horrifying to her as it was erotic. She leapt up out of the chair and began checking over her body, which appeared to have plumped up quite significantly since she first sat down. “What have you done to me?” her voice quivered. “Well, Piggy, I’ve decided that I should make an example out of you. I can’t have your poisonous attitude undermining all the hard work of everyone here, so I think instead it would be better just to fatten you up as an example to the other girls. Like a warning of what happens to a person when they’re a shameless fat greedy-guts like yourself,” PT chuckled. “I don’t give a fuck what… ow!” Amy started but winced from the increasing tightness of her outfit as her clothes creaked and protested some more. “You defiant fatties are always a little less bitchy after you can no longer button your jeans,” he said with another smirk, whilst his eyes travelled down her body and stared expectantly at her waist. Amy gasped as the large button popped off, bouncing off the desk before clattering along the floor. PT chuckled and then added, “or when you can no longer zip up your fly,” and with that, her belly surged out over the waist of her jeans pushing her fly all the way down and even ripping a few of the stitches below, causing Amy to let out a little yelp of surprised shock. PT adopted an incredibly patronizing tone, he seemed to be taking great pleasure in Amy’s distress, “What’s the matter Piggy? Oh didn’t you know? Girl’s like you always eat and eat like there’s no tomorrow, until it’s too late and then they simply can’t stop themselves from blowing up like big fat balloons!” Creeeeak! Went Amy’s outfit as she ballooned some more. Her love handles bulged out from under her top, her fat had poured out and over the waist of her jeans all the way around by now. Bang! Bang! Went some more seams. Amy was forced to widen her stance to stay balanced, her exposed fat wobbling all over as she moved. A slow loud ripping sound made her move her chubby hand to her large round butt. The seat of her pants had ripped exposing her pink underwear. Amy looked at herself and then up at PT in disbelief. She had to do a double take as his appearance had also changed drastically, though obviously the same guy, he now looked far more handsome, much younger, almost her age, with longer hair and his tallness now suited him in a very sexy way. His attitude still sucked though. He walked around behind her like he was sizing her up. He leaned in over her shoulder and spoke in an aggressively hushed tone, “Can you feel it, Piggy? All that fat inside you? Huh, Piggy? That’s your greed, Piggy! Blowing you up like a big fat overinflated sex doll. The question is Piggy, how greedy are you? Enough to double your weight? Yeah I bet so!” Amy moaned as she felt her body begin to expand at an alarming rate. The rest of her buttons just exploded from her all at once. Her pants legs split all the way down her now incredibly chunky thighs. Her underpants strained and ripped in places as well, they became so over stretched they were giving her a wedgie. Her belly rounded out, wobbling as it grew bigger, and bigger. She squeezed it and lifted it tentatively. It felt so heavy. A loud and deep digestive gurgle made her drop it in fright. She gasped as it jiggled against her thighs getting even heavier hanging lower and lower. Her breasts heaved in her bra, the straps cutting deep grooves into her delicate soft shoulder and back flesh until it snapped sending her breasts bouncing forward jiggling wildly as they swelled fuller with fat. She cupped them in her hands. Her shirt now defeated just hung open, it wouldn’t even come close to covering her front now let alone buttoning up. Her hands didn’t know whether to grab her belly or breasts in disbelief, until she noticed how fat her fingers looked and held her hands up to her face in amazement, turning them over as her arms and hands blew up, her fingers like pudgy little sausages. The top of her butt cheeks had grown so big they were erupting out of the top of her jeans. Her jeans ripped some more allowing even more of her flabby behind to slip out exposing an obscene amount of butt crack. Her flesh wobbled mercilessly as she teetered about trying to get used to her new centre of balance. She stood there, panting and breathing rapidly, mouth opening and closing, lost for words. Amy wasn’t just fat anymore, she was enormous! PT shook his head disapprovingly. “Well don’t look so shocked, greedy girls get this big all the time. It’s just what happens when you continuously refuse to admit that you’re way too fat. ‘I’m not THAT fat’ they always say,” he said laughing as he used a mock high pitched voice to mimic her earlier statement. He stepped forward and leant down to get a better look at her belly, screwing his face up in disgust and shaking his head some more. Then his wicked grin returned, “Oh but I can already tell that you’d be far too comfortable at this size for your own good, wouldn’t you Piggy? Do you think being this fat would be enough to stop you from being such a disgusting glutton? No I don’t think so, Piggy. You’re a VERY naughty, VERY greedy fat hog aren’t you?” He gave her belly a poke, “Aren’t you?!” Amy found herself nodding in shameful agreement. Now conceding that she had absolutely no control over the situation she decided to try being a little more agreeable. This seemed to please him. Her eyes were transfixed on his face as he seemed to grow younger and more handsome right before her eyes. His angry expression seemed to relax a little, and his evil smile suddenly showed a hint of playfulness about it. He walked around behind her, putting on a mock sympathetic voice, poking her fat rolls gently as he spoke, “Oh Piggy, I’m very sorry to say you’re the naughtiest, greediest girl I’ve ever seen. How many candy bars did you eat, Piggy? I lost count but it was a lot wasn’t it fatty?” Amy gulped and turned her head to try and see him behind her. She felt too fat and awkward to attempt to turn her whole body. Her pulse was racing like mad, she wasn’t sure if she was dreading or looking forward to where he was going with this. “Yes, well how ever many it was, what’s really important is, do you think you’d still be such a greedy glutton if you tripled your weight?” Amy’s eyes went wide in alarm and she squealed as she inflated like a balloon, filling with fat like she was attached to some kind of invisible pump. Her face puffed out, cheeks and chins growing thicker. Her hips grew wider and her thinly stretched underpants snapped as she spread her legs and arms out for balance. Every inch of her now wobbled and jiggled. Her sleeves burst as her arms thickened to the size of pillows. She tried to look over her fat body, her little side rolls had become big and thick separated by ever deepening crevices. Every last piece of clothing burst off her swelling body except for her socks and shoes, and even the buckles on those were creaking loudly as the fat on her feet bulged around them. She felt like a fat naked expanding blimp. So heavy and clumsy she’d have trouble getting up of the ground if she fell. Her belly reached quite a way down her thighs. It dominated her figure as it pushed out further and further in front of her, a terrifyingly immense, wide, deep, round ball of blubber taught with freshly created fat. Her huge wobbling buttocks swelled out behind her so far they actually bumped into PT. Amy could have sworn her butt cheeks felt the presence of a mighty erection in his pants, or maybe she was just thinking wishfully. PT was laughing at her transformation, “Whoah! What a humongous fat girl you turned out to be. My god Piggy you’re enormous! Far too fat for your own good, can you even walk up stairs anymore? I’ve never seen a girl so obese in the flesh before, and I work at a fat camp!” he laughed. Amy cooed at the thought of being the fattest girl he’d ever seen, “I-I’m s-so f-f-fat!” she squeaked shakily under her breath in an orgasmic voice. She could feel her thickened plump pussy oozing wetness on to the inside of her colossal thunder thighs. She was subconsciously massaging her breasts and her belly, and squeezing her thick love handles and any other bit of juicy fat she could get her hands on. At now over six hundred pounds poor Amy was struggling to maintain her balance. Amy then felt the warmth of PT’s body press up close behind her. She froze as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She moaned as she felt his long arms begin fondling her back fat, his hands squeezing and pinching her rolls. She was so wide he could barely reach around her front but he squeezed his body more tightly into hers so that he could reach and began kneading her breasts as he whispered into her ear, “Oh yes, you’re an enormous obese porker, greedy to the likes of which I’ve never seen. But you’re still far too greedy even now aren’t you, Piggy? Far, far, too greedy, you ought to be ashamed. You ate my whole bag of chocolate didn’t you, Piggy? Such an unrestrainable glutton! I bet you’d have eaten even more if I hadn’t run out wouldn’t you greedy-guts? I bet you’d probably just keep eating and eating forever if you could, wouldn’t you fat girl?” “U-um…ooh,” Amy stammered, moaning at the thought of just eating and eating forever. A loud hungry gurgle churned from deep inside her. Her massive stomach seemed so much bigger now, it’s capacity seemed to have grown with the rest of her, the candy bars that made her so full earlier now barely seemed to make a dent in her hungry appetite. “Well then let’s fill that hungry, greedy tummy of yours shall we?” his hands suddenly jumped from her breasts and grabbed a tight hold on her belly fat, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh as he gave her a big squeeze. “Oh god yes… mmmph!” Amy cried suddenly finding her mouth full of delicious melted chocolate. At first it was heavenly. A wide grin on her face formed, the chocolate seemed to fill her up from the inside, but just enough was present in her mouth for her to enjoy the flavour. The sensation of being filled so rapidly with food was incredible, but before long her huge stomach began to get full. Still more chocolate filled her and she began to feel a little uncomfortable. Still more and she felt more stuffed than she had ever been before in her life. “I’m twoo fwull” she tried to say through a mouthful of chocolate. “Just a little more Piggy, I know how hungry you big girls get! You wouldn’t want to let your naughty gluttonous appetite go unsatisfied now would you?” whispered PT seductively. Amy moaned as an enjoyable sensation was building between her legs. As uncomfortable as her overstuffed belly was, in another way the sensation of being stretched so full was also becoming extremely pleasurable. She moaned clutching her poor belly as it protested from being so massively overfed. She massaged her gut desperately to relieve the tension, arching her back and sticking out her fat stomach to create a little more room inside herself, providing some temporary relief from the discomfort. Then she whimpered, the discomfort returning as she continued to fill up with even more chocolate. Her breathing became shallow. PT’s hands continued to fondle, squeeze, and massage her fat with glee. She groaned loudly and spluttered a little melted chocolate out of her mouth and on to her face. He slid around to her front and wiped it up off her quivering double chin with his index finger and then smeared it across her plump lips whilst keeping his other hand firmly on her engorged middle, keeping the flow of chocolate going. Amy gasped as she saw him. He was now completely naked. He had sparkling blue eyes, beautiful blond flowing hair. He smiled at her, his hand still on her belly. He was so gorgeous she wanted to kiss him but she was getting so full it hurt to move even slightly. His huge erection was glistening at the tip. He whispered almost inaudibly, “I want to make you fatter!” As he said the word fatter, his engorged erection grew another two inches. Amy couldn’t take her eyes off it, and felt her fupa quiver from a brief muscles spasm as naughty thoughts of it being inside her filled her mind. Or better yet, what if he plunged it deep into her rolls of fat. The thought made her legs quiver. Oh god she was so full! Was he going to make her eat so much that her stomach burst? Fortunately the flow of chocolate stopped leaving Amy sweating and panting in a big sigh of relief. “Still hungry Piggy?” he asked seductively. Still feeling like she could just burst any second, mouth still crammed full of melted chocolate, Amy shook her head nervously with a pleading smile. “mNo, I swear…uurp!” she said with an accidental burp which caused the chocolate in her mouth to spray all over his chest. Amy’s expression froze in horror, her face bright red. He chuckled and scraped the chocolate off his chest and then smeared it all over her plump lips, chubby cheeks, and huge triple chin. Amy moaned full of chocolate and lust. Amy looked into his eyes as he made a divot in her plump lips with his index finger. “Oh come now my Piggy, since when has that ever stopped you before? Girls as fat as you don’t stop eating simply because they’re full now do they?” Amy felt her cheeks bulge as they were inundated with one more huge mouthful of chocolate. Despite her aching fullness, with his finger on her lips her instinct was to swallow it. A loud gurgling in her belly drew her eyes downwards. Her eyes widened in alarm as the gurgling increased in volume until it was loud enough to make all of her fat belly quake visibly. “Uh oh Piggy!” PT grinned. Amy held her breath. The pounds began to pile on to Amy like never before. Fatter and fatter she swelled, growing steadily larger and larger like a helium balloon. PT held his arms out excitedly as Amy’s fat belly pushed out against his naked body enveloping him in her soft luscious blubber. Amy felt his cock press deep into her soft stomach flab and couldn’t help but moan passionately. He wrapped himself around her huge body and began massaging and kneading her doughy fat as she swelled even bigger in his arms. His touch instantly relieved the uncomfortableness of her full, full belly, turning the sensation into a pleasurable satisfied fullness. Amy cooed from his touch, helping him massage all the fat on her beyond obese body as she just grew, and grew, and grew. Bang! Bang! The creaking buckles on her shoes finally burst open. The shoes quivered for a moment and then were pulled apart at the base as her inflating feet grew too round and wide to be contained. Her socks stretched for a few moments more before bursting apart like sausage casings. Poor Amy was becoming too fat to do anything but watch as the weight just kept coming and coming. She couldn’t quite decide if she was delighted or horrified. There was more and more of her with every passing second. She’d gained at least an extra few of hundred pounds and counting, making her more than heavy enough to outweigh even the largest of circus fat ladies. Then she felt PT’s cock slide up into her massively deep belly button. She bit her lip and let out a deep guttural moan as she felt him twitch deep inside her belly fat. She looked him in the eyes and grinned lustfully. He mocked her by puffing out his cheeks and holding his arms out wide whilst pulling an alarmed face which caused Amy to blush once again as she realised she’d grown so tremendously wide that her hips now more than surpassed the length of his arm span. With incredible strength, he refused to budge from where he stood as her belly grew against him more and more, burying him up to his neck in her flab. Amy moaned with lust as he ground his hips against her fat. With his arms clutched around what he could reach of her sides he squeezed her belly in and out, in and out, building up momentum until there were tidal waves of fat flowing across her entire body. Amy gasped as the tip of her now colossal belly began to brush against the floor as he wobbled it. Only a few more seconds passed before her fat body had oozed out far enough to plant it firmly on the ground.  PT widened his stance and allowed her blubber to flow between and around his legs. He thrust himself deeper into her belly button, and then decided to wrap his legs around her giant belly, using his ankles to squeeze and jiggle the mass of fat before him as he rode her expanding belly. Her buttocks, hips, and breasts, arms and legs had all swollen to impossible dimensions. There was no part of her body that wasn’t filled out and inflated in size with juicy plump soft squishy fat. She could even feel her fupa now bulging out against her titanic thighs, and the bigger it got the more it was shaken by the ripples travelling across every inch of her soft blubber. If felt so tight and fat down there it was driving her wild. Even her face felt too fat, her cheeks rising up into her field of vision, her face squashing against her rising neck and shoulders. She felt so massively rotund! So impossibly obese! Her belly reached from the floor to her neck making her as round as she was tall! She gasped as the wooden floorboards of the office creaked and started to bow under her feet. And yet still bigger she grew! Moaning as his hands played with her vast excesses of flab, she had rolls that were many times thicker than his waist! She was so fat she could barely remain standing. She yelped as he pushed against her hard and she began to fall backwards. Instead of hitting the hard wood floor she hit something soft. Suddenly the floor appeared to be covered in gym mats. Her fat quaked massively as she landed on her soft squishy butt and fell on to her back. The shockwaves of fat were enough to send PT tumbling head over heels. Her fat sloshed around gradually coming to rest. Amy breathed deeply, relieved to have the weight removed from her tired legs. Her massive dome shaped belly rose up into the air like a mountain of blubber. Laying back feeling a little pinned beneath it, she felt like an incredibly horny overinflated balloon. She felt so wide and round, truly a gigantic butterball. The width of her torso forced her arms out from her sides at a sharp angle. Her legs were forced apart to make room for the enormous amount of fat on her thighs and also to allow the base of her colossal belly to rest between them. Her breasts were big heavy wobbling balls of softness, and her shoulders and chest had swelled up so much they were squishing into her swollen face. She was completely inflated with fat well beyond immobility! She lifted her arm, amazed at how thick and heavy it was. She flexed her overplump wrists and ankles. Even they had their movement restricted by their size. She swore she could even feel the fat on her hands and fingers wobbling independently as she moved them. She jiggled the base of her belly with her legs and gasped at how her whole body undulated in waves like an ocean of flab, her nipples swaying back and forth as her massive breasts threatened to spill up over her face. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She had half expected to burst when she hit the ground. PT walked up beside her and patted her immense tummy, the top of which rose so high into the air that he didn’t even need to stoop to touch it even though he was standing up straight. Amy looked around and discovered that they now appeared to be in a gym. All kinds of exercise equipment surrounded them. “You need a workout fat-so!” said the tall, muscular and now even more completely gorgeous PT as he hugged and wobbled her ginormous belly. “But I fear you’ve just gotten far, far too fat!” he signalled over to a treadmill, Amy saw an image of her ridiculously huge body attempting to run on it, panting and gasping, her blubber flying everywhere. The frame of the treadmill buckled almost instantly, the base of the machine bending until it was destroyed. Amy moaned in awe. PT grinned at her, she felt like she could just melt into his gorgeous smile. He merely signalled to an exercise bike and she saw herself struggling to get her thighs close enough together to use the pedals, and then that too began to bend as her butt lowered on to the seat. The entire frame almost exploded underneath her weight. One by one pieces of equipment bent and broke all around them until the entire gym was completely wrecked. “See Piggy, you’ll never lose this weight now! You’ll be stuck being the fattest girl in the entire world forever!” he said making more waves in her fat. Amy moaned some more. “Oh you like that do you Piggy? You’ve been so greedy and gluttonous you’ve become the fattest girl there ever was!” PT laughed. Amy bit her lip. She certainly felt like the fattest girl in the world. A completely helpless porker, there was just so, so much of her. “Though there is one way I can think of that could help you expend some energy,” PT said grinning as he slid himself down in between her giant thighs and buried his face into her belly. Amy was so aroused and she desperately tried to spread her legs. They were so heavy! She gasped from the exertion, there was so much fat in the way it was a struggle to get them wide enough apart. PT crawled over her belly and breasts until they were face to face. He leaned in close squishing himself down into her body, hugging her huge belly with his knees. She felt his cock jabbing into her soft fat. He kissed her mouth and she kissed him back. He pulled away and began kissing all of the fattest parts of her puffy round face. Amy smiled and put her soft fat hands on his butt, sweating a little from the exertion of moving her heavy limbs. Her pillowy soft arms enveloped his back and sides in even more blubber. He continued kissing her all over, nuzzling the folds around her chest and neck, licking a little escaped chocolate from in between her huge breasts. Amy cooed and shivered pleasurably as he sucked on her nipples whilst fingering her belly button. Then he kissed her lower and lower, squeezing and embracing huge armfuls of her fat as he went until he traced his lips down the underside of her mountain of a belly. He lifted it up with great strength. “Phew, lucky one of us works out!” he teased. Amy giggled. He rested her belly on his shoulder and reached in with his hands to spread her titanic legs further apart. She helped by bending her knees as best she could, feeling all her fat wobbling about as together they repositioned her thighs as far apart as possible. His warm hands made her more and more excited the further they slid up between her colossal thighs. Her fupa was so gigantic it was actually resting on the floor! It was just so amazingly thick, plump and fat, skin perfectly smooth. His voice almost echoed out of the space under her hanging belly, she was amazed he could stand to have its weight on top of him, “So you LIKE being an enormous fat hippo do you Piggy?” he said right as he massaged her fupa with his hand. Amy let out a high-pitched squeal of joy from being touched in such an intimate place. His fingers were sliding through her already wet and slick fupa fat, deeper and deeper. “Yes you do don’t you Piggy? You just LOVE being the fattest girl in the whole wide world, don’t you Piggy?” he teased and once again Amy’s voice quivered and moaned in response as he plunged his hand deeper into her fupa, using his other hand to squeeze and caress the huge abundance of flesh it had become. “I think you’re the greediest porker who ever lived, and it turns you on so much doesn’t it Piggy?” Amy moaned, “Yes! Oh god yes!” she wanted to cum so badly. PT laughed, “Well then Piggy, maybe we should find out just HOW much you like it!” Amy whimpered as PT managed to grab an entire armful of her enormous jiggling fupa and somehow managed to rest it on his shoulder. She felt his cock grow in size poking into the side of her soft thigh. He raised his voice in excitement, “Well okay then, if Piggy likes being the biggest, fattest, greediest girl in the world, then why don’t we find out just how fat she can get!” and Amy screamed as he plunged his entire head deep into her fat until he reached the walls of the world’s fattest vagina. She felt his tongue begin to penetrate her lips. The pleasure was incredible. All that built up sexual tension was coming to a head. The second his tongue touched the inner wall of her sex, she began to cum with the force of a monsoon. Amy screamed in delight as he continued to bury his head deeper into her to sustain the stimulation and prolong her climax, but right as he did this Amy began to feel something else happening to her body. She looked down at all her undulating flab, the waves travelling across her gigantic belly were rising higher, and higher. She was blowing up once again. She could feel her arms being pushed out sideways by her fat as it expanded. “Oh god, bigger?” Amy gasped under her breath, amazed at how much that revelation increased the intensity of her climax, “But I can’t afford to get any fatter than this!” she moaned to herself, but at the same time she began undulating her soft fat thigh against his huge cock like she was urging him on. She closed her eyes as her climax peaked, feeling herself swell in every direction until the huge orgasm had finally subsided. She lay there panting, covered in sweat, very relieved that she could still just manage to shakily lift her arm to her face to wipe the sweat from her brow. PT’s muffled voice echoed from deep under her fat, “Did you enjoy that Piggy? I know I did, but now it’s time for the main course. I hope you’re hungry Piggy because you’re about to have the binge of a lifetime!” Amy’s eyes sprang open as PT head plunged back into her fat, sliding past her now even bigger fupa until and his tongue found its way right to her clitoris. As soon as it the tip of his tongue touched its surface Amy’s mouth was flooded with the unmistakeable taste of chocolate caramel cheesecake, one of her favourites. Her huge belly rose visibly as she became immediately stuffed to the gills once again. Amy now understood that with every pleasurable lick he gave to her clitoris, her belly would be filled to the brim with some type of delicious food. The tastes flooded her mouth. It was always junk food. Naughty food. Burgers, chips, ice cream, cakes and pastries, sugary soft drinks, her belly burbled and shook as it stretched to accommodate it all. But then just as fast as her belly was being filled, it digested and turned all the calories into more fat. New fat flowed in to every inch of her wobbling body, and then fullness in her belly was replaced with roaring hunger, until the next lick when she would be stuffed full to bursting once again. “Oh god!” cried a very hungry Amy as PT extended his tongue for a particularly big lick. She was instantly stuffed full with the thick heavy cheese of her favourite gourmet pizza, and then once again her body began to take on calories. A rush of blood made Amy feel almost giddy as she swelled with nice and thick new layers of adipose. Another lick from PT’s tongue filled her again with even more fattening food and the sensation brought back memories of so many late nights in her bedroom, hiding under the covers with bags of fattening treats stuffing her belly as full as possible whilst pleasuring herself. She used to push herself to eat more by only touching herself when she was eating. Another lick stuffed her to the gills with lasagne and she went bright red remembering the embarrassment of the very first time she stayed over at her best friend’s house and met her absolutely HUGE mother. Amy couldn’t take her eyes off the poor woman all night and hoped no one noticed how she guiltily enjoyed the woman’s tales of failed diets and exercise plans a little more than she should have. Amy remembered being unable to resist the thrill of trying to out-eat a lady of such size at the dinner table, gorging plate for plate on a spread of home made lasagne and cheesy garlic bread. She matched her all the way through to the ice-cream cake dessert. Amy would never forget how hot her face felt the second she finally realised why everyone at the table had been glancing surreptitiously at her top and giving each other uncomfortable looks all evening. Her nipples had been getting very noticeably more and more erect with every bite she ate under her one size too small t-shirt. She would also never forget the shame she felt later that night when everyone was asleep, finding herself alone in their bathroom clutching her lasagne bloated belly and masturbating furiously. A huge climax was coming. She found that the hunger in her belly between PT’s pleasurable licks was actually making her mouth water in greedy anticipation for more naughty food. Before she knew it, Amy was in the midst of a mighty orgasm. She grabbed her nipples and rubbed them as she came and came, until eventually her breasts grew so big the tips of them sailed away wobbling out of her reach. She clasped at her breasts in frustration, having to open her eyes mid-gasm to help her locate her erect teats, but she found the discovery of why they’d slipped out of her reach to be even hotter than touching them, although at the same time it was also a little frightening. She came harder than ever with a belly packed to the brim with chocolate fudge brownies. Amy watched in shock at what was becoming of her young body. This was so far beyond anything she’d ever previously imagined. Her pulse accelerated as she felt the last bits of movement that were left available to her ridiculously rotund body rapidly disappearing. Her heavy arms were only getting thicker and more difficult to mauver, her legs each felt like they weighed a ton. Her breasts were so enormous and heavy on top of her chest. She had already accepted that her belly was going to make it impossible to ever walk on her own again. Immobility was one thing, but being completely paralysed by her weight was a whole new level of fatness she wasn’t ready for. Somehow that only made it hotter and as PT licked her again she knew she wasn’t far off having yet another orgasm. She whimpered as she felt the last bit of movement she had in her neck become restricted by the swelling of her chins and shoulders, they were swelling out so much they were forcing her head to tilt back. It was arousing and yet disconcerting, like she was very slowly drowning in her own flab. Her muscles were being forced to stretch out simply to make enough room for all her fat to expand as she was slowly pinned permanently underneath her own blubber. In a slight half-hearted panic Amy tried one last time to get up, only to find that even just her arms were now way to heavy to move! They had being pushed out at ninety degrees to her sides as her hips spread wider and wider. She tried moving her legs, they were now so heavy she could barely raise them half an inch off the ground! God, she could barely turn her neck at all now due to there being so much fat in the way. All she could really move was her jaw, and her stubby fingers and toes, but even they were beginning to feel tight as fat thickened them further restricting their movement. At the sides of her vision she was constantly aware of how much fatter her face was getting. Her cheeks kept puffing out more and more in to her field of view, she could see up close that her fat was expanding faster and faster with every orgasm she enjoyed. Her eyes became wide with awe, transfixed on her belly as it swelled and swelled towering menacingly above her. “W-Wait a minute!” she moaned biting her lip on the verge of cumming again, “Oh god! Stop! You’re making me too fat! I’m too fat!” “Oh so you finally agree that you’re too fat now do you Piggy? Finally willing to admit the error of your ways? It’s a shame you decided to eat all that fattening food, now you’re going to get even bigger!” PT’s seductive voice echoed from deep within her, almost as if it were only inside her own mind. Amy was amazed that he could even survive down there under all that fat. “B-But I-I can barely move!” Amy’s voice was shaking. The massive hunger that was growing in her belly due to the fact that PT had taken a break to speak was already making her feel lightheaded. “Greedy piggy’s don’t need to move, they just need to eat! Besides, we both agreed that you weren’t interested in trying to lose weight so we’re making an example out of you remember? A naughty sexy fun example. I know how hungry your belly must be. At any rate, I’m certainly not going to stop while we’re enjoying ourselves so much!” laughed PT giving her clitoris an extra long lick. “Ooooh! Buuurp!” moaned Amy as a particularly large dose of fried food stretched her belly out some more. “Wait! Stop! Okay you win! I’ve learnt my lesson! I – uh, I see the error of my ways! I know I’m still hungry, I know I’m still a greedy piggy but I can change. I want to stop eating now!” said Amy hoping desperately. “Nice try Piggy, but you don’t really want to change! I’m not even convinced you really want to stop eating! And regardless I’m not about to let you stop anyway. I want to see how much fatter I can make you get, and I know part of you does too, Piggy!” laughed PT. Amy’s fat crept up further around her face, “Oh god! Please! This is as fat as I can get! I can’t get any fatter!” PT replied in a very seductive voice, “Oh Piggy you can get much fatter than this! You think you’re fat now? We’re just getting started! I’m going to make you so fat you’ll be on every news station by tomorrow morning! It’s time to show the whole world what a fat greedy gluttonous piggy you really are! No we’re not stopping Piggy, you’re going to eat, and eat, and eat, and mmm…!” PT put his lips around Amy’s clitoris and began sucking on it. Amy’s eyes glazed over for a moment from the shock of the sensation, her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ shape as he wrapped his tongue around it and began stimulating it in a way she’d never dreamed could feel so good. Her stomach bulged with food, food and more food. Her huge body shuddered. A rumbling sound came from deep within her fat belly. PT’s voice whispered to her as he continued to suck away, “Don’t fret Piggy, I think you’re going to enjoy discovering what a truly massive gluttonous piggy you could really be!” Amy’s fat cells began to expand beyond her wildest dreams. Her huge body doubled and then tripled in size within seconds. Amy tried with al her might to flail her limbs about but now couldn’t even wiggle her giant inflated fingers and toes. Her head rose away from the ground as her butt and back fat swelled, lifting her face a terrifying distance from the ground. She opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. Food sprayed out her mouth with great force for the duration of her scream. Bits of food, disassembled but largely still intact went flying, cheeseburger buns, chocolates, donuts, cookies, ice cream scoops, pizza slices amongst other food items all went flying through the air at great speed, such was the pressure inside her. It nearly sent Amy into shock, “S-s-s-s-s-o f-f-f-f-fat” was all she said, chocolate sauce running down her chin. But as Amy watched herself begin to fill the two story high space of the gym her look of terror began to dissolve and another look of sheer glee began to form. “MMMmmmmm……” she closed her mouth and began enjoying he unique sensations of pleasure PT was bestowing upon her. She felt like she’d just been injected with several truckloads of delicious crunchy French fries, and an ocean of chocolate ice cream was now on its way into her belly. Meanwhile between her legs, Amy’s fupa had grown so much it now completely engulfed PT. His cock was pressed hard into her soft flab and Amy could feel him squirming between her folds of fat. He continued to suck away on her clit, as her body grew to an absurdly gigantic size. Her clit also swelled, thickening and extending in length. It now filled his whole mouth and he proceeded to suck on it all the way to the back of his throat. Her whole clit and fupa shuddered as she began to cum over and over. “Ooooh!” she cooed from her mouth several times being careful not to let any more food escape. Her body had taken over the entire gym. Everything was crushed beneath her. Her belly grew pressed against the ceiling and her hips and thighs touched the walls. She was cumming over and over, barely able to catch her breath between climaxes as her fat filled every last corner of the gym. She closed her eyes expecting to be squeezed into the, but when she opened them again she found that she was outside. She was now lying on her belly in the middle of a mountain range, a huge flat space seemed to be carved out all around her. It appeared that she was going to fill it and become a mountain herself, her two ginormous butt cheeks and side rolls already creating a picturesque landscape of their own. The reality of her dream had revealed itself to Amy’s subconscious, but she didn’t care. She just prayed she stayed asleep long enough to see how much fatter she could be. “My god Piggy! How much have you eaten today you greedy guts?” PT’s voice still echoed playfully in her mind, she could just imagine his teasing grin. “Why didn’t you tell me I could get so… FAT!” she moaned with a wide grin on her face. She didn’t have a care in the world anymore. She accepted her fate gleefully as an incredibly horny immobile balloon. All she wanted now was to see how fat she could get. PT’s voice laughed, “Hey this is supposed to be your punishment Piggy, you gigantic insatiably horny multi-ton ball of blubber! It’s your own gluttony that’s letting me do this don’t ya know!” Amy moaned with sleepy eyes. Her face was now as round as the moon, her cheeks were comically chubby and swollen. “Let’s show the world what a naughty greedy piggy you really are! Now what should I feed you next? All the croissants in France?” said PT’s voice in a French accent. “Oooh that sounds nice…” Amy purred, her vagina spurting at the thought. Her body was rapidly filling up into a sizeable mountain. “But is that enough to fill a piggy like you up? What about all the cheeseburgers in the world?” laughed the voice of PT. Amy squealed imagining all that grease fattening her body as she expanded even more becoming one of the biggest mountains on the range. “Still not enough is it? You massive greedy ball of fat! What about all the cheesecake in the world? Oh and I suppose you’d want all the world’s ice cream to go with it wouldn’t you?” Amy’s eyes lit up with delight as she inflated like a balloon bigger and bigger. Her fat pressed up tighter and tighter against the other mountains until bits of them began to break away. “Mmmmm” she moaned, “More! More!” “Okay Piggy, I guess there’s only one way to satisfy you, but unfortunately you’re going to go down in history as the girl who was so greedy and fat she ate all the food in the world!” “Omph!” Amy felt an immense pressure in her belly. Amy saw herself expand until she was bursting with fat, dwarfing all the other mountains, but she didn’t stop there. She came and came as she grew and grew until she was so fat she was bigger than the entire mountain range. Then she grew fatter until she was bigger than an entire continent. She imagined millions of people yelling insults at her naked jiggly body as she took up all their precious land with her fat. “Oh my Mmmmmph” Amy felt her belly stretch and her butt pushed through into the upper atmosphere. Her skin felt tight, she imagined it was creaking like it was struggling to contain all her fat, “Oh god, I’m the fattest, I-I-I ate all the food in the world!” Larger and larger Amy grew! As big as the moon! Bigger than the planet! Back in her bedroom Amy tossed and turned in her sleep, her chubby hand down her pants as she squirmed about muttering loudly, “Make me eat… all the food…. in the world… more… more… make me fatter… so fat… make me eat it all… don’t let me stop… oh god… oh god...yes!” Amy awoke just in time to experience the finale of the biggest series of multiple orgasms she’d ever had in her entire life. Her hips bucked up and down so hard her bed slid a few inches across the wood floorboards. Finally she lay back breathing hard, drenched in sweat, her hand still down between her chubby thighs, shaking like a leaf. “Wow,” she breathed quietly as she stared at the ceiling enjoying the euphoric afterglow with a massive happy grin on her face, “Fuck I hope that wasn’t too loud,” she thought sleepily as her eyes drifted shut once again. In the next room Amy’s mother sat frozen at the dining table in front of an untouched plate of roast chicken and salad, a fork in one hand, her other hand cupped over her mouth. In her mind a distant memory of some article she’d read in a book about sexual fetishes had surfaced and she realised she now understood her daughter’s recent strange behaviour regarding her weight. Her horrified expression suddenly changed to one of empathy and a single tear welled in her eyes as she realised what her daughter was going through. Amy didn’t have an eating disorder, she’d been telling the truth. She really did like being fat. Weird, but it’s not like she could help it. After finishing her dinner she went back to the kitchen. She was suddenly in the mood to do some baking, just like she used to all the time back when she was heavy. A nice big chocolate cake would be fun. The next morning, by the time Amy got up her mother had already left for work, but on the kitchen counter she found a wonderful surprise. A beautifully decorated cake with the words “NO FAT CAMP, I‘M SORRY, LOVE MUM” spelled out in thick multi coloured icing.

[noarthereonlyfat]

Gotta ask, is she fat? No seriously, how fat is she?

Haha, she’s slightly chubby and most likely going to stay that way or thinner. I’m okay with that, you can never have everything you want in life.

[noarthereonlyfat]

Hey! Glad to hear you're seeing someone. Sorry I disappeared. Life stuff, y'know. Hope you end up happy. -queersweetcreature

Heya! That’s okay and thanks! 😊 I’m doing okay these days, hope you are too!

[noarthereonlyfat]

In that case, where can i find those stories? Fat camp sinful and ssbhm?

Sorry they’re not online anywhere. If you purchased them previously send me your details and I’ll email them to you.

[noarthereonlyfat]

What happened with "dreaming of fat camp", "sinful surreal stuffing" and ssbhm expansion story? I can't find them at e-junkie com... And gretel's never ending gluttony is the story with two parts together or are you selling it in two parts?

I ran out of space on e-junkie so a couple of stories had to go. Yes, Gretel’s Never Ending gluttony has 2 parts. Part 2 is much more explicit and you can probably pick up what’s going on without part 1. Part 1 still has some sexy gluttony and weight gain in it though.

[noarthereonlyfat]

When will we see the next chapters of the inmensely porky princess??? How will it end up the story? It's amazing!!!

Thank you. I did start writing the next part a while ago but I really don’t know when/if it’ll ever get finished. My new gf isn’t a feedee so I’m not really writing that sort of stuff any more, I mainly used to write stories for my feedee ex-gf and I to enjoy together.