You made a deal with the devil for your girlfriend to never gain any weight. The devil accepted with the caveat that her excessively eating would cause you to gain weight yourself. It seemed fine, she was already a chubby chaser and you were well on your way to becoming a certified bbw. It started of like you would expect; she'd enjoy meals she never could in fear of gaing and then still have room to eat you out in the bedroom. But it quickly became clear she had become insatiable. You passed ssbbw a hundred pounds ago. One day her hunger became too much and she started eating literally everything. You begged her to stop as your body swelled as quickly as her belly was bulging with furniture. Once all the items inside the house were inside her, you had become an immobile blob, panting and wheezing through cheeks the size of medicine balls. She looked into your eyes with a guilty expression before she noticed it; all that weight you gained had caused you to start lactating... a lot. She licked her lips as you both realised this would be the last time you ever get to see her mouth not being attached to your sensitive nipples as she approached her next forever-meal.
"Honey, aren't you overdoing it?..." Eating more and eating like she did sort of made sense, considering that she would never gain any weight or suffer any consequences from her own over the top stuffings, and if anything, it had the benefit of making ME fatter, and she loved seeing me gain weight. Though it didn't make sense how she was getting so much more gluttonous. Perhaps due to the deal, I didn't really feel hungry that much, so she essentially ate for me, but even at my SSBBW size, I'd never be able to eat anywhere near as much as she could, with her body being completely slim!
Sure, her belly would bloat plenty, but as it continuously digested, the weight would come to me, and unless she kept eating, it'd go back down to her flat stomach and clear abs. Though at this point, she wasn't stopping frequently enough to get back to said flat stomach. She just kept eating no matter what...sometimes it felt like it wasn't even to make me fatter. It was like she was possessed, excessively indulging on all the most fattening foods imaginable just to attempt to sate her desperate hunger. It seemed like she was never able to. Even as I grew fatter, breaking furniture and walls of the rooms next to us, becoming more and more of a blob, my face fat alone becoming heavy enough that it would outweigh the average person... even then, she wasn't done... in fact, she was looking at the broken, damaged furniture that I had crushed accidentally with my growing body with a strange look in her eye, almost like a wild animal spotting its prey. She saw the rubble from the broken walls, the broken chairs, tables, and literally anything else, and just shoved it down her throat. I was worried about her, but before I could speak, I felt myself grow again. Her massive bloated belly pressed against my own much more gigantic, blobby, fat midriff rolls as I outgrew the house.
When she finally looked at me, my theory was proven right. She wasn't eating to make me fatter for her own chubby chasing desires. She was really just desperate to eat ANYTHING, literally, because of an unending hunger. Almost like a curse. She'd feel guilty, but seeing my leaking tits gave her that same look from before, and she'd jump on top of my body somehow, and start suckling. Of course, the more she drank this fatty rich milk, the more I gained, meaning the bigger my tits would get, leading to more milk, creating an unending reserve of milk for her endless appetite to feed on. Plus, she would never be able to drink too fast and empty my tits before I grew, since my growth was directly connected to her feeding. If she drank less, I grew less, if she drank more, I grew to match. The only way this cycle could stop would be if she ever actually became full - which seemed impossible - or if she stopped sucking for any reason, such as wanting to taste something different.
Though something told me that'd never happen. After all, she had resorted to eating furniture and literal rubble and dust just to feel somewhat fuller. She wasn't going to let go of my boobs, and I just accepted that I'd be growing forever now, fatter beyond what even this planet could hold, a milky blob that'd forever be linked with my lovely partner's limitless stomach...
Perhaps I'd eventually grow so big that realities and dimensions are twisted and shattered around me and because of me, to the point that hell itself gets dragged along and even the world of the devil I had made a deal with would become but a mere speck inside my navel... Maybe he'll want to leave hell and renegotiate his terms before that happens... But he's not in charge anymore~
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