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paid thread bob 12/10/2016 (Sat) 17:37:52 No. 1
does anyone out there have this
https://www.patreon.com/mollycoddles
Special Agent Plus Sized by Irma Marazza;
A Spy Surrenders and Twice the Surrender by Cindy Johnson;
The Fat Fad, Fattening the Actress by T.F. Wright;
Fat to Reality by Shrubbery Logistic;
BBW Business Lunch, Doctor Stories, Just Desserts, A Sweet Deal, Fat College Girl Amber, Rhonda Adjusts her Curves by Molly Coddles;

Does anyone have any of those and is willing to share? Please :-)
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I got 6 or 7 stories. How would I post them?
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BBW Business Lunch 3
By Mollycoddles

Jessica was stuffed.

She was too stuffed.

A healthy appetite ensured that Jessica was now well over 400 pounds of rippling blubber, mostly concentrated in her ever-growing tummy. The obese blonde was almost always stuffed – there was rarely a time that she was without a snack in her hand, and her insatiable appetite had contributed to her enormous size. But today was extreme, even for her. And that meant something coming from a woman capable of devouring as many pizzas in one night as she could.

“Too many..cream filled donuts,” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged, shallow pants. She had finished most of her lunch, but she was beginning to falter as she moved on to dessert. Breathing hurt. Moving hurt. Everything hurt. She was so very, very full. She couldn’t even see over her belly anymore, all she saw in front of her was acres and acres of enormous, heaving gut. She was as fat as a cow.

How many dozens of donuts had she eaten? Too many. She was so fat that she often didn’t see any physical change when she ate. Even after a big meal, her stomach’s distention was hidden from sight under pounds of flab. But tonight, her hunger was so extreme that she hadn’t been able to stop herself. She just ate and ate and ate until she was completely filled up, her belly so tightly packed with creamy treats that she could barely even think straight. Jessica felt like a human cream puff, so puffed up with cream and dough that she might just explode in a shower of goo.

After yet another day of extreme stuffing, she lay sprawled in her chair, hardly daring to breathe. Shirley had fed her like a baby, helpfully lifting every new item to her lips so that she could gorge hands free. What would the rest of the office think if they could see through those curtains? It was bad enough that they would see Jessica binging like a fattened hog, but it would be even worse if they could see that she had roped an accomplice into her insane gluttony.

“Ohhhh my gawd,” she sighed, gasping for breath. Her enormous, stuffed belly rose in front of her like a mountain, covered in a thin, glistening sheen of sweat that soaked through her blouse and plastered it to her skin. She had eaten too much. That was no surprise. She was a complete glutton who ate too much almost every night. That’s why she was the size of a beached whale, so fat that she had trouble finding clothes that would still fit over her mammoth curves. The last time that she had gone shopping, she had just managed to fit a few pairs of pants at Lane Bryant that she could pull over her tubby thighs and wide ass, that just managed to button around her impossible waist. That was weeks ago, though, and even though she knew that she should get her eating under control, that her constant snacking and gorging were leading to the day when not even the biggest sizes in the fat girl store would still fit her expanding ass, she couldn’t stop herself. It wasn’t just tonight, It was every night. Every night was an orgy of indulgence, a non-stop blur of food food food, filling herself until every nook and cranny in her cavernous belly was filled with delicious donuts. She was addicted to their sweet, creamy taste and she just couldn’t stop herself. Her waistline was still growing.

She knew it because she had long ago felt the waist on those fat girl pants start to pinch. Everyday, it was just a tiny bit harder to pull the button across and hook it into the buttonhole. Just a tiny bit harder to tug that zipper all the way up. Just a tiny bit harder to buckle her belt into the last remaining hole. Last week, she had barely been able to do up her biggest pants. On Tuesday, she knew that she was playing a dangerous game. Her pants were so tight that the button was barely staying hooked. If she moved too quickly, she would pop it clean off. On Wednesday, she gave up on pants entirely and moved into skirts. Skirts were her friends! Flow, non-confining skirts! But by Friday, she was having trouble even hooking her skirts around her vast waistline. She was blowing up too fast for clothes.

“Had enough, Jessica?” asked Shirley, gently rubbing Jessica’s swollen middle. After that tremendous meal, Jessica’s paunch had grown enough to push her even further away from her desk.

“I…think…so,” gasped Jessica. Her insides were on fire. Gawd, why did she eat so much? It felt like there wasn’t enough room inside her for all that food, that any more would make her explode…or worse. She could already feel that familiar warning rumble in her bowels that told her she was in the danger zone. She clenched tightly, hoping to hold it in. She really needed to go, though, and she doubted that she’d be able to waddle to the bathroom with this enormous gut loaded full of food. She couldn’t even get up. Her only choice was to hold it in until she could digest just a little!

Her guts were bubbling loudly, urgently, and Jessica broke out in a new sweat. Ohhhhh gawd she really had to go.

“You need some help, Jessica? You want me to give you a hand up? You don’t look so good.”

“No,” said Jessica, “I’ll…be fine…I just need to rest a bit…and settle down after…that meal….wow, I can’t believe I ate so much.”

“You really did pack it away,” agreed Shirley, lightly touching the taut, straining surface of Jessica’s midsection with feathery fingertips. “You almost finished it all. That’s no mean feat.”

“Almost?” Jessica strained to see over the vast dome of her gut, but it effectively blocked her view of the desk, pushing her breasts up into her face until they touched her double chin. Was there any food left on the table? She was positive that she had demolished the entire feast. “Is there anything left?”

“Only this last donut,” said Shirley, lifting one last lonely donut so that Jessica could see it over her own enormity. “Technically, you already took a bite out of it, so it counts as having eaten it. So technically, you could say you’ve finished everything.”

“I’m not going to let this feast defeat me on a technicality,” huffed Jessica, a sudden spike of pride coursing through her. Was Shirley trying to bait her? It almost seemed like it! Jessica had gobbled down enormous meals before, meals too big for a young woman her size to even contemplate, so she wasn’t about to go down because of one last, little not-even-entire donut. She had her pride! If she was going to go down as a glutton, she was going to go all the way!

“Shirley…bring the donut over here…hold it up to my mouth, please!”

“Are you sure, Jessica? Do you really think you need this? You’ve already eaten soooo much, but I think that even a girl of your extreme appetite must have her limits. You’re not a bottomless pit now, are you?” Shirley’s voice took on a teasing tone, a sly smirk playing across her lips. Shirley knew what she was doing here, she was bringing their game up to the next level. She understood what was happening here, that Jessica’s appetite was more than a simple need for food – it was a desire for something deeper, something so carnal and sinful that it didn’t yet have a name, something strange and gothic and unknowable that could only be satiated by complete, wanton indulgence. Jessica was wallowing in excess like no one ever had, going to the extreme just to see how extreme she could go.

“Yes,” said Jessica. She was determined. She wasn’t giving up now. Whatever might happen, she had come too far to give up now. She was going all the way. She kicked her pudgy legs feebly, trying to move the chair closer to Shirley but her extreme weight made it impossible to move the chair forward. “I need to finish, Shirley. And that’s an order from your boss!”

The tone of her voice made it clear to Shirley that it wasn’t an order at all; it was a plea. She was helpless to do anything but beg. But lucky for Jessica, Shirley was no sadist. She got more pleasure from giving Jessica what she wanted than from denying it.

Smiling, she held the donut to Jessica’s lips. Jessica bit into it with animal relish, attacking that last little morsel with such gusto that the cream squirted out on her round cheeks and double chin. She ate it fast, almost hoping that it she forced it down fast enough she might be able to swallow it before her overloaded gut rebelled.

In seconds, the last donut was gone and Jessica was an even bigger mess than before. Her overfilled stomach bubbled again, more urgently, and Jessica could feel her vast meal roiling inside her like a tempest. Oooooh maybe she should have quite while she was ahead. She really felt sick now!

“Are you okay, Jessica? You look like you need some pepto bismal.”

“Actually…I think I could use…some….just a little something to settle my stomach. Maybe I did eat too much. I was beginning to think that wasn’t possible…”

Her stomach lurched. Oh no, it was too much!

“Oh no,” whispered Jessica, going pale. Her bowels were in an uproar now. She’d finally gone too far, and her guts weren’t able to handle it all!

“Ohhhhh….”

Shirley took a worried step back as Jessica continued to moan loudly, tears welling up in her eyes with the pain of holding it all in.

“Ohhhh I think….I’m…gonna…blow! I need to get up! I need to get to the bathroom!”

“Calm down, Jessica, you’re gonna be alright!” said Shirley, although the worried tone in her voice didn’t give Jessica any confidence.

“Oh gawd I can’t hold it,” moaned Jessica, scrunching her face. It was too much! She had eaten way too much, now all that food was pushing her previous meals out and there was nothing that she could do to stop it! Her bowels erupted, farting loudly. Jessica squirmed at the release, her overtaxed skirt and underwear splitting apart.

“Help me,” said Jessica weakly. She was too fat and stuffed to move but she couldn’t sit here in this busted outfit.

“Oh my god, Jessica, did you just—“ Shirley’s jaw dropped in shock. She was used to Jessica’s flatulence, but she was actually surprised to see that Jessica had ruined her clothes!

This was pretty shocking! Naturally, Shirley enjoyed watching Jessica grow. Okay, let’s not fib – she loved it. She couldn’t help but find it exciting, to the point that she found it difficult to maintain a serious professional relationship with a woman who was billowing out of her clothes. Jessica’s immensity and gluttony were amazing turn-ons for the older woman, and Shirley had to keep reminding herself that she was at work. It was one thing to watch her boss expand, maybe even give her some encouragement to help her along on the road to supersize status, but quite another to completely give in and sexually harass a workmate. Shirley couldn’t help but marvel at it as the ultimate expression of excess. Who else could possibly eat so much as to explode out of their clothes at their desk at work?

“I can’t help it,” wailed Jessica miserably. Tears began to well up in her eyes, dribbling down her chubby cheeks. She was so embarrassed! Sure, Shirley was her friend, had seen her in some pretty embarrassing, ridiculous situations… but this was beyond anything that had ever happened before! And plus… how was she supposed to finish the day? She had that big meeting with Ryan Balaz in just a few hours! She couldn’t waddle into the meeting naked from the waist down.

Shirley’s shock quickly gave way to sympathy as she looked at Jessica’s face. Jessica was normally so in control, so on top of everything, but now she was as helpless as a baby. Shirley patted her cheek reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Jessica, I’m here for you. I’ll help you.”

Shirley tenderly helped her unsteady boss and friend to her feet and the carefully stripped off her ruined skirt and underwear, throwing them into the wastebasket. Jessica waited patiently as Shirley cleaned her off with Kleenix from the tissue box on Jessica’s desk, carefully scrubbing down Jessica’s blubbery cheeks.

“Oh wow,” breathed Shirley as she turned Jessica around. It was hard to see because her enormous belly dominated her figure, but her pubic mound, nestled under her pregnant-looking tummy, looked equally enormous. Jessica had noticed that her fupa was becoming huge lately; she couldn’t help but notice since that was one of the main reasons that she could no longer reach inside herself to masturbate anymore. But even she hadn’t noticed how massive it really was: It reached nearly to Jessica’s fat, dimpled knees. “I didn’t realize how huge you were down here.”

“That’s not helping,” said Jessica, slightly cross. The last thing she needed was someone else commenting on how she’d lost control and turned into a hippo.

“No, it’s amazing,” said Shirley, “You’re like a work of art!”

“Oh stop it.”

“No seriously! I’ve never seen a woman get so big, it’s incredible! You’ve done something completely amazing here! You look like a glowing Madonna with child out of a Renaissance painting! And the bigger you get, the more you glow!”

“I’m…not actually pregnant, you know,” said Jessica. “Just really fat.”

“Yeah, but wow, I just can’t get over it.” Shirley squeezed the underside of Jessica’s enormous belly, grabbing a handful of flab that hung out of her straining blouse. “You’re so full of food, but you’re so fat that your flab still makes a nice soft cushion to grab on to! The only thing that could make it better would be if you got even rounder.”

“If I got any rounder, I would roll away,” said Jessica.

“Yes, but I would catch you,” said Shirley. She needed to stop, she was getting too flirty.

Jessica blushed again. “That’s sweet, what would I do without you, Shirley? I would be up shit creek now, that’s for sure. I can’t thank you enough for doing this and saving me.”

Shirley winked. “What are friends for?” She grabbed the wastepaper basket with the ruined garments. “I’m going to discretely dispose of the evidence now. And I’ll be back with a new skirt for you, but it might take me a few to pop down to the store and find something in your new size. Think you’ll be okay hiding behind your desk until I get back?”

“I’ll try,” said Jessica. “But please, hurry.”


Jessica was getting worried. Until Shirley got back, she was trapped in the office, a fat blob without anything to cover her bare ass and exposed pussy – or rather, it would be exposed if anyone bothered to lift up her fupa. All she could do was sit here and fart, waiting for the inevitable. She checked her watch. It was almost time for her meeting with Ryan Balaz! What could she do? She couldn’t walk into a meeting half-naked! If Shirley didn’t get back soon, her only hope was to get the meeting transferred to her own office, so that she could sit, protected, behind her own desk, and hope that Ryan never leaned over far enough to see that she wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear. Could that work? No, that was crazy! Then again… would it really be so absurd to move the meeting? She could legitimately say that she wasn’t up to the trek to the meeting room because of her “condition” – Ryan and most of the partners still believed that Jessica was heavily pregnant, so they might be willing to believe that story. She checked her watch again. If she wanted to get to the meeting on time, she’d have to leave soon. Fuck it. Let’s live dangerously.

Jessica beeped the secretary.

“Yes?”

“Missy, there’s been a change of plans. We’re going to move the meeting with Ryan Balaz to my office. Show them in here when they get here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

If Shirley gets back with some new clothes before Ryan gets here, so be it. But if not…she’d just have to wing it. She remembered he last time that she’d been in a meeting and the button had popped off her pants. She simply remained seating, her lower half hidden below the table and no one had noticed. But could she really pull the same stunt when she was completely naked below the waist? True, the sheer size of her belly meant that no one was in danger of actually seeing anything scandalous – her privates were hidden under her fatty pubic mound. But still, it wouldn’t do for her professional reputation at all to be caught – literally – with her pants down.

A few minutes later, the secretary buzzed her back. Jessica desperately hoped that she had news about Shirley’s return, but it wasn’t to be. “Ryan Balaz is here, Miss Sanders.”

Here it was, the moment of truth. Jessica grabbed hold of her tubby belly with both hands and lifted it up. Then she scooted her chair forward, as close to her desk as she could, and dropped her belly onto the desktop with a loud SPLUT. Hopefully that would help block any view of her downstairs. “Send him in, Missy.”

Ryan Balaz was, not to put too fine a point on it, a real hunk. Damn, he was fine. Just seeing his chiseled good looks made Jessica’s knees weak. Jessica hadn’t relieved herself sexually in quite some time, so just seeing this Adonis was really turning her on.

“Miss Sanders, good to meet you again,” said Ryan, smiling as he held his hand out for a handshake. Jessica smiled back politely and tried to scooch slightly forward in her chair, hoping that Ryan couldn’t see beyond the desk. She took his hand and shook it.

“Mr. Balaz,” she said. “Please take a seat. You’ll excuse me if I don’t stand up.”

“Of course. So how much longer do you have? You must be getting pretty close.” Ryan sat down in the chair across the desk from her. His eyes were locked on her gigantic paunch so intently that it helped put Jessica at ease. As long they stayed fixed there, they weren’t going to wander around the room to catch any glimpses of her nude ass and nethers.

“Oh, just another two months,” said Jessica, patting his middle.

“Really? Still that long to go?”

“I know, I know. But I am having quints, after all.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just meant, I could have sworn that you were supposed to deliver sooner. Weren’t you pregnant when I saw you back in March?”

Shit, that was 10 months ago! What a memory this guy had! Jessica continued to smile politely but she felt herself break out in a sweat. How could it be that the hunky guy that she only saw once in a blue moon would remember exactly how long she’d been “carrying” when the people she saw everyday seemed oblivious? Jessica felt her guts roiling as she fought panic. Oh God not again. She had to fart again, badly. Shit shit shit, how long was this meeting supposed to take? Would she be able to hold it the whole time?

“I think you must be mistaken,” said Jessica, smiling sweetly.

“I must be,” said Ryan, “In any case, you look wonderful, whenever you’re due. You’re simply glowing.”

“Thank you, Mr. Balaz.”

“Please, we’ve been meeting for so long. Why don’t you just call me Ryan?”

“Thank you, Ryan. And why don’t you just call me Jessica?”

“I would be delighted to, Jessica.”

“So, Ryan, ready to get down to business?”

The two executives were soon deep into negotiations. Luckily, Jessica was good at multi-tasking, because, even though they were talking about licensing technology, Jessica was thinking about anything but: She was thinking about her fat naked ass under the desk, about the violent flatulence brewing in her guts, about Ryan’s winning smile…God, she really couldn’t stop thinking about that! He was really cute. She constantly caught his eyes straying to her gut, a thoughtful expression on his face. Was he checking her out? Or was he just shocked at her size? No, it looked like he was thinking… Jessica wondered if Ryan must be skeptical about her story. Could he tell that she wasn’t really pregnant? Could he tell that she was just fat?

Jessica’s stomach gurgled loudly, so loudly that Ryan flinched suddenly at the unexpected sound.

“Heh heh, sorry guess I’m a little hungry, had a light lunch today,” lied Jessica, hoping that Ryan would buy the story. Her stomach wasn’t gurgling in hunger, though, that was trapped gas begging to be released. Jessica was clenched as tightly as she possibly could because she was certain her ass would erupt like an atomic bomb if she relaxed even an iota. She had to keep her concentration! Ugh, she could already feel her paunch starting to bloat as the gas built inside her, getting tighter and filling out her already stretched blouse. Could Ryan notice? If he did, he seemed to be too much of a gentleman to mention that Jessica was visibly swelling before his eyes. Argh, her belly felt tight as a drum!

“Oh, perhaps you’d like to continue this discussion over lunch?” said Ryan.

Oh shit. “No, no. I would love to, but I…I really can’t leave the office today. But maybe we could have our next meeting as a lunch meeting.”

“Abslutely.” Thankfully, Ryan seemed satisfied and didn’t pursue it. Had he just asked her out on a date? And she’d just turned him down! Goddamnit, Jessica wanted to swear out loud she was so frustrated. And why did Ryan keep staring at her gut? Oh crap, she knew that look… it looked almost like… the look at Shirley had sometimes when she examined Jessica’s growing paunch! Could… it be???

Keep calm, play it cool, thought Jessica, don’t lose your heard over some hot guy. You have a job to do. Just finish the negotiations and worry about every else later.

By the time, she and Ryan were done, they had successfully negotiated a contract that left them both happy… and Jessica felt so full of hot air that she was certain she was about to pop. As Ryan closed his briefcase and rose to his feet, all Jessica could think was how nice it would be once she could finally let go. Please don’t linger, she thought. As much as she loved looking at Ryan, she couldn’t let loose while he was here…and she NEEDED to let loose!

“Well, Jessica, it’s been lovely speaking with you,” said Ryan, extending his hand again. “Now that we’ve got everything signed, I guess we’ll be working together pretty closely. I hope you’re as pleased about that as I am.”

“Most definitely,” said Jessica, taking his hand.

The secretary buzzed her. “Miss Sanders?” came her voice over the intercom. “Miss Pataki is back. She has a package for you.”

Thank God, thought Jessica. “You can send her in, Missy. We’re done here.”

Ryan nodded politely to Shirley as he passed her in the doorway. Shirley nodded back. As soon as he was out, Jessica said huskily “Close the door, Shirley.”

Her subsequent fart blast was so tremendous that she could have sworn it made the rafters ring.

* * *

“How many pizzas?”

“How many can you make?”
“Um…”

“Never mind, ten should do,” said Jessica. Here she was again, ordering way too much food. But after this trying day, she felt like she deserved a treat. Jessica looked down at herself. She’d immediately stripped down to her underwear upon getting home, throwing all her work clothes directly on the floor. Her belly bulged in front of her, bigger than a beachball and rounder than ever. Beneath it, her enormous fupa strained the bounds of her fraying underwear. God, she was huge. And eating was just going to make her huger. But she couldn’t help herself.

The pizza place was the last restaurant on her list. She’d already ordered a family’s worth of Chinese take-out, way too many curry dishes from that new Indian joint, gyros, burritos…the list went on. Tonight she was going to go all the way. She wasn’t sure if she could. In fact, she was kind of scared, her knees a little weak and for once it wasn’t because they were tired of carrying the heavy load of her gut. Tonight would be the big blow-out, the feast to end all feasts. She was going to gorge until she looked two years pregnant with ten babies or explode trying!

No going back now. The first time that the doorbell rang, Jessica briefly considered throwing on a bathrobe before she answered, but her gut was already growling loudly. Fuck it, what did it matter if some food delivery guy saw her in her underwear? She wobbled her way to the door, her colossal paunch swaying from side to side and threatening to throw her off balance the entire way. She moved so slowly and ponderously that the deliveryman rang a second time before she’d completed the short trek.

“Hold your horses, I want to get there just as much as you,” mumbled Jessica as she arrived at the door. Her belly stuck out so far ahead of her that she bumped it into the doorframe a good mile before the doorknob was even within reach. Swearing quietly, she turned to the side so that she could grab the knob and pull open the door.

It was a teenager clutching two plastic bags full of Chinese food. So that’s who got here first. He stared in surprise when he saw Jessica. No shock there, she was hard to miss. And the fact that she was answering the door in her undies made her even more remarkable.

“Thanks,” said Jessica, waggling her arms at the kid. “Just put there here.”

Obediently he lifted the bags and dropped them into Jessica’s hands.

Jessica handed over her credit card and watched in amusement as the boy struggled to work it with his Square reader. He was having a hard time concentrating instead of staring at Jessica’s boobs and belly. Jessica yawned purposely loud, stretching her fat stubby arms and thrusting out her front. Her panties were hidden from view by her belly but the boy could hear the stitches holding her bra straps to their cups creaking loudly in response. He nearly dropped his phone.

“That was fun,” said Jessica to herself after he’d left. The kid was probably mostly just shocked at her size, but she couldn’t help but notice the erection in his pants when he stared at her chest. Looks like he at least somewhat appreciated a fat chick.

The rest of the orders arrived in short succession and finally, finally, Jessica was ready to chow down. She’d ordered so much food that there was barely an empty surface in the apartment, all her tables covered with greasy boxes and dripping bags. Jessica knew that her appetite was unmatched, but even she didn’t know if she could eat all this.

She flipped open the top box of pizza. She briefly considered taking a slice, but that was wasting time. Instead she grabbed the whole pizza, rolled it up like a burrito and started ripping off hunks with her teeth. She made it disappear in under a minute. A good start, she thought, as she felt her gargantuan gut. It was huge but soft. Empty. That meant she still had a long way to go tonight. A second pizza followed. She started on a third but by then she was tired of the taste. She wanted something new. Breadsticks. Theh chow mein. Jessica stuffed an entire carton of glass noodles into her mouth, followed it with eggrolls and then slurped up the hot and sour spoon straight from the carton, not even bothering with a spoon. Her belly was so full of hot grease that she was sweating profusely, so she grabbed the nearest liter of soda, twisted the top off and started guzzling. Halfway through, she pulled the bottle from her lips with a loud gasp. Oof that hit the spot.

She belched loudly, then shut her eyes. Here it comes. She leaned to one side, lifting her vast buttocks off the couch as high as she could and let out an enormous fart. There would be more to come, she knew. If she was lucky, she wouldn’t fill the apartment with enough fumes to kill herself but there were no guarantees.

There was a long way to go. Jessica tore open container and after container, gorging herself on anything that her pudgy fingers could reach, no longer even caring about taste, all that mattered was getting more and more food inside her. Every bite should have made her feel fuller, but each one was like a reset button – every new flavor sent her into a renewed spiral of gluttony, her greed growing almost as fast as her ballooning belly. Jessica was inflating herself like a Thanksgiving parade float, growing bigger and bigger, and she couldn’t stop. She would stop only when she ran out of food or when she got too big to move and there wasn’t anymore food within reach. Those were the best case scenarios. Jessica didn’t care about the worst case scenarios as long as they involved eating up to the end. More more more more. She just couldn’t get enough. Even her bra and underwear were feeling too restrictive on her expanding girth, but she didn’t have the willpower to pause stuffing herself long enough to take them off. They’d burst on their own eventually, so why bother?

How long had she been binging? She had no clue. Time had lost all meaning. Nothing mattered anymore. Not until her hand reached into the last bag and found…nothing but a few packets of ketchup and a handful of napkins. She was done.

Jessica had finished it. She had defeated the feast.

Jessica was going to burst. Her belly filled her field of vision. All she could do was lie back, gasping and sweating and waiting to digest enough to be mobile again. She felt gas bubbling up inside her again. Was this a fart or a burp? Turned out it was both, as a loud belch burst from her lips at the same time that a burst of flatulence erupted from between her blubbery cheeks. That helped lessen the pressure a little. Urghhhhh, Jessica was used to being full but never before to this extreme.

“Oh God, I think…I might really die,” gasped Jessica, “I ate…way too much.”

Her thoughts drifted back to her meeting today with Ryan. Had she been reading too much into it? Had she really blown her only chance with him by refusing lunch? Well, if she really was going to die tonight, then she might as well take this chance…she had nothing to lose.

Groaning loudly, Jessica slowly rolled over on the couch, shifting her bulk just enough that she could reach her cellphone with one chubby hand. What was Ryan’s number? Oh yeah, that’s right. Praying that she could hold her burps for just the next two minutes, she punched in his number and waited. After two rings, she heard a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Ryan? This is Jessica.”

“Jessica! I’m…I’m so glad to hear from you. But why are you calling?”

“I was…I was just thinking about that offer you made today.”

“The contract? I thought we had it finalized.”

“No, I mean…the lunch.”

“The business lunch?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I had to turn you down. Because the truth is, I don’t want to go out to a business lunch with you. I want to go to a regular lunch.”

“Jessica…are you asking me out?”

“You might say that.”

“Then I would be happy to accept.”

YES, thought Jessica. She would have jumped for joy if she could.

“I can’t talk right now,” said Jessica. “But I hope we can work out the details when I see you tomorrow.”

“I’m looking forward to it. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Jessica hung up a split second before another belch forced its way out of her. Phew that was close! But what a day! After everything that had happened, finally something was going right! She was going on a date with sexy Ryan Balaz! Of course…if this went anywhere, she would eventually have to tell him her dirty little secret, that she wasn’t pregnant at all. But she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

Gawd, Ryan was such a hottie! She almost squealed thinking about him…and, if she played her cards right, what his hot body would feel like pressed against hers. Maybe if she had a man in her life again, she could FINALLY get off. Her poor little pussy, lost under the folds of her mountainous mound, was aching to be touched, but she couldn’t reach. She tried, stretching her fleshy arms out but couldn’t get them anywhere near her mound. Ugh, she couldn’t even bend at the waist she was so full! If only…gawd, this was frustrating! If only she had a vibrator on a stick…

Grunting, she tried to reach again, leaning forward as far as she dared without tipping over onto her bloated stomach. No luck. She flopped backwards against the couch’s backboard, her enormous spherical paunch paunch slightly. As it moved, she held her fupa slide between her two thick legs. Wait a second…. Slowly, she raised her legs and brought them down again. Then she placed her hands on her belly and pushed. Her belly pressed down on her blubbery mound, which slapped between her legs. Yes yes yessss this could work. If Jessica could straddle her mound just right, she could get it to press against her already sopping wet vagina. With the right motion (and if she was horny enough), she could actually still masturbate! This day was getting better and better! Groaning, she pushed and prodded, rubbing her legs together to stimulate herself, sending an intense jolt of sexual energy through her exhausted, chubby body. Her thoughts turned again to Ryan. Her juices ran down her leg as she worked herself up up up, slowly building, sweat pouring off her face, down her double chin, her vast blimped body slick with sexual perspiration, until finally she exploded in orgasm, bucking and bouncing as much as she dared given her delicate condition, biting her lip to keep from shrieking.

Gasping for breath, Jessica couldn’t help but think things were looking up for her now.


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BBW Business Lunch 2 (BBW Weight Gain Erotica)
By Mollycoddles


The first thing that Jessica saw when she awoke was her belly. Of course it was her belly, how could she miss that? It was huger than ever. For a second, Jessica’s eyes went wide in shock. How could she possibly be that big? It rose in front of her like a massive mountain, so round and vast that she could almost swear it was about to touch the ceiling, so much so that she was almost surprised that she couldn’t feel her navel graze the light fixture when she inhaled. But then, as she came to her senses, she chided herself.

“Ugh, I really shouldn’t be so surprised,” she mumbled, as she struggled to rise out of bed. “It’s not like it’s not there every morning.”

Jessica’s belly hadn’t suddenly appeared overnight. She had grown it herself, cultivated it over the months with endless late-night feasts and gorging sessions, binging on pizza and Chinese take-out until she was so stuffed that she literally felt like she was only a bite away from exploding like a megaton bomb. And this was the result.

Jessica grunted. She was way too fat to get out of bed easily! With no small amount of heaving and grumbling, she managed to prop herself up on her thick, flabby arms, so that she could at least get a better vantage of the damage. Always slightly thick, Jessica had grown exponentially since she had given up all pretext of resisting her secret stuffing vice. Now that she was filling herself to busting every night, pounds were packing on. Her thighs, hips and legs were quite plump now, and her bras were binding herself enough now that she knew she was due to go up a cup size. She was definitely moving into pleasantly plump territory these days. At least, most of her was. Her belly had long since become so massive that she had to lie to strangers on the street and tell them that she was pregnant just to avoid embarrassing conversations about her sky-rocketing weight. She carried so much of her weight in her vast gut that no one had ever questioned the lie. Originally, she often told people that she was carrying quints just because she thought it was funny to watch their disbelieving expressions. But now she had grown so vast that the lie was becoming utterly plausible.

As she swung herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, she could feel her bare chubby feet touch the carpet. She couldn’t see them, though, because her belly was so large now that it didn’t just cover her lap; it extended past her knees, blocking her view of everything below her waist.

“Oh shit, can I stand up?” muttered Jessica. She pressed one hand against her belly to test its fullness. Last night had been the latest in a long-line of noctural pizza binges, and her stomach wasn’t done digesting its massive payload. She could feel some resistance as she pressed her finger into her stomach. The pressure of her finger was enough to disrupt the gas in her gut. Jessica released a loud belch just as an embarrassingly raucous fart escaped between her pudgy buns.

“Ugh, I’m getting so gassy,” said Jessica, “I guess it serves me right for being such a glutton. Getting out of bed is really starting to becoming a problem, too.”

Groaning loudly, Jessica grabbed hold of the bed’s headboard and slowly lifted herself out of bed. It was a hard struggle! She grit her teeth and scrunched up her face as she leaved, her knees nearly buckling under the huge weight of her engorged tummy before she managed to regain her balance. At least, she was so stuffed and full that her belly remained round and firm like an overinflated beachball. She was so big around the middle that Jessica couldn’t pull her underwear up around her waist. Instead, she wore her panties under her stomach.

“Gawd, I need to get some maternity panties or something,” she thought as she stumbled toward the bathroom. She reached behind herself and hefted the ragged elastic waistband, hoping to at least pull it up completely over her butt cheeks. “At least if I could get some jumbo underwear to fit around my waist, that would give me a little bit of support. Lord knows it’s not easy to heave this fat pregnant-looking belly around all on my own!”

Jessica had recently been promoted at work, something that came with both a pay raise and a fancy new title. Her long-time friend Shirley was now her full-time work assistant, something Jessica was very thankful for. Although Shirley’s job description technically limited her assistant duties to making appointments, in reality Shirley’s duties mostly consisted of helping her growing friend maneuver her ever increasing bulk around the office. Because Jessica was still growing at an astounding rate. Only a few weeks ago, Jessica’s belly would only attain this massive size after a particularly spectacular binge. But now, her gluttony had slathered on so many additional pounds of fat, that she looked like this constantly. She was a globe, a blimp, an enormous hippopotomus, way too big. But because she couldn’t control her own appetite, it only meant that she kept getting bigger.

Jessica stumbled into the bathroom, feeling ahead of herself with her toes. She couldn’t see her feet over her gargantuan belly, she could barely see anything over her belly. Walking…er, waddling was getting harder and harder, since she had to lug this giant gut around. As Jessica grew, her vast paunch had settled between her thighs, exaggerating her already pronounced waddle to the point that she now moved like an awkward plump duck.

Jessica realized another new problem as she approached the shower. The summit of her belly bumped into the wall well before she was anywhere near the shower stall. Great. How was she supposed to clean herself when her fat belly made it impossible for her to even get near the shower, let alone fit into it? Heaving a heavy sigh, she turned to the side and shuffled sideways, lifting her chubby legs with a grunt to clear the rim of the bathtub and step inside. Her overstuffed middle bounced and jiggled as she raised her legs, briefly bumping the underside of her pregnant-looking fat belly with her dimpled knees. Now came the hard part. She reached forward, grabbing desperately at the water knob and hoping that she hadn’t yet reached the point where she’d grown too fat to reach past her stomach. Her fingers lightly brushed the knob and Jessica sighed in relief. She could still reach it! That was good. Of course, if she kept gaining at this rate, it would only be a matter of time before she outgrew her bathroom completely. Hopefully, by that time, she would have earned a paygrade high enough to hire an in-home assistant. She wondered if Shirley would be interested in holding down a second job…

After a good shower, Jessica felt a little bit better. It didn’t make her next job any easier. Drying herself as best she could considering that she couldn’t reach all of her body anymore (To dry off her belly, Jessica was reduced to throwing a towel over the towelrack and leaning into it, shifting back and forth to rub it against the apex of her gut.), Jessica walked over to the chair where she had laid out today’s clothes the night before. A nice casual business jacket and skirt, and some conservative pantyhose. Would these still fit? Everyday was a gamble. Still, she had to try.

After pouring herself into a giant pair of knickers, Jessica started on the pantyhose, XXL plus size, control top. The only size that would still fit over her monster thighs and rotund middle. Rolling back and forward, Jessica slowly wriggled the clingy material up her chunky legs and over her massive hips. It sort of fit. Barely. A bigger obstacle was pulling it over her crotch and lower belly. Jessica had gained so much weight in front that her pubic mound was absolutely enormous, swollen to the size of a small melon and completely hiding her pussy from view. That had the unfortunate side effect of making it impossible now to….well, Jessica blushed at the thought. It made it impossible for her to masturbate anymore, and, since she grew incredibly horny every time that she crammed her belly full of food, it was driving her crazy that she couldn’t get relief. She knew that she should have taken this as a warning, a sign that she needed to stop growing, to start reducing. But not even this new problem could deter her from this dangerous new path of gluttony.

Jessica whimpered as she tugged the straining pantyhose up over her blubber-buried mound, causing the soft adipose to quiver and quake against her poor, overstimulated pussy. Ohhh, that felt good. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to bring her to climax, only enough to get her aroused. She needed to find a solution to this problem soon or she would literally go insane!

With a grunt, she finally hefted the pantyhose over her lower potbelly, causing her entire body to ripple and jiggle as she released it. The next step was getting into her skirt. That should be fun, thought Jessica sarcastically. She had to lean against the wall so that she didn’t lose her balance and fall flat on her fat face as she lifted one leg and then the other into the skirt. Then it was all a matter of repeating the same little dance and balancing act that had allowed her to fit the pantyhose over her thighs. Huffing and puffing, the colossal belly-heavy woman wriggled the skirt up her thick thighs and over her hefty hips. She could hear the garment stretching as she pulled, the reinforced seams down its sides straining and quivering under the pressure of her massive body. Even worse, all the bobbing and swaying she had to do to get the skirt up her thighs was setting her rounded tummy to jiggling all over again, until rippling waves were cascading all through her insulating adipose. Ugh! Once she had the skirt up, she had to wait a few seconds for her wobbling to subside so that she could have a decent chance of hooking the snap. It fit, but barely. Jessica had a mental note to herself to stop by the tailor after work. She would need to have her skirts let out soon, before she did something to embarrass herself at work.

Next she pulled on her blouse and quickly buttoned it up. This tent-like blouse was relatively new, so it still fit without looking too sloppy. She could already feel the buttons beginning to strain and she knew that they’d soon be gapping if she ate too much or took too deep a breath. But for now, they looked fine. The jacket didn’t button. Well, it did but it looked ridiculous. She left it open and hoped that it just made her look casual rather than slovenly. Admiring her form in the mirror, Jessica couldn’t help but think that she pulled it off well.

“Not many women could get away with rocking this look,” she mused, turning to and fro to take in her enormous bulk from every angle. “Hell, most pregnant women couldn’t even get away with this look. And I’m so good at it, I should start asking for maternity leave!”

Jessica smirked at the idea. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep up this ruse. Sure, most people at work and on the street still believed that her vast gut was due to an extended pregnancy, but there was only so long before people started to question why she hadn’t popped. Gazing down at her swollen middle, Jessica winced at the unfortunate choice of words. She sure looked ready to pop and she didn’t just mean give birth – she meant literally pop. In reaction, she tried holding in her gut slightly but the effect was negligible. Oh well. The important thing was that it was still a solid story for now. She’d worry about the truth when the time came.

Jessica waddled into the kitchen, her belly just grazing the sides of the doorway as she popped through. As she microwaved herself a box of honeybuns (yes, an entire box), she reached for her cellphone and quickly autodialed a familiar number: the taxi service. Jessica used to take the bus to work, but she just couldn’t do that anymore. She was simply too huge. The last time that she’d tried, her belly was literally too wide to fit through the narrow bus door. That had been an embarrassing day! When she tried to board the bus, she found that something was blocking her path. She tried to see around her gut but there was just too much gut to see around. It wasn’t until the exasperated bus driver finally snapped, “Lady, you’re too wide to ride this bus!” that Jessica realized the real reason she couldn’t board. In desperation, she had dialed up the first taxi service in the phone book and, luckily, found just the right one.

The taxi driver had been an older woman named Joanie, who tried to make Jessica feel better about her planetoid size by sharing stories of her own pregnancies. It didn’t help much, but Jessica still appreciated her jolly camaraderie – not to mention her delicate discretion in discussing Jessica’s “condition” – that Jessica had made Joanie her go-to driver.

“Hey Joanie,” said Jessica, balancing the cellphone between her cheek and shoulder as she pulled the hot dish of sticky buns out of the microwave. “Yeah, I’m almost ready. I’m going to be done in front of the building in like ten…no, fifteen minutes.”

Jessica eyed the stack of drippy, sticky honeybuns again. How many were in a box? A dozen? Had she really just microwaved a dozen sugary, high calorie pastries at once? How quickly could she eat these?

“Better make that twenty minutes,” said Jessica.


“I should not have eaten so many honeybuns,” mumbled Jessica to herself as she waited at the curb. She almost moaned out loud as she felt the contents of her stomach bubble and churn. Why did she always do this? She just knew that the last thing she needed after a night of gorging was MORE gorging, but she just couldn’t help herself. Ugh, she really needed to fart. She could already feel the gases building up in her bloated stomach, puffing it up so that her buttons were pulled even tighter. If she didn’t release it soon, she felt like she might just keep inflating until she burst her blouse… or until she filled up and floated away like a helium balloon. She quickly looked up and down the street. A man was walking his dog several blocks away; across the road, some kids were playing an early morning soccer game. But no one was near by, so Jessica took a risk. Gritting her teeth, she let out a burst of flatulence that surprised her with its sound. The loud, baritone fart blew out of her ass with such force that she felt like it might knock her down. Down the street, the dog-walker looked around in confusion as his dog suddenly started barking at nothing. Had it heard her? It couldn’t have been loud enough that anyone had heard her, right? Jessica stared straight ahead, resolutely refusing to make eye contact with the man just in case he really had overheard her fart.

She sighed in relief as she saw Joanie’s taxi approaching around the corner. That relief was short-lived, though, as she could feel yet another fart brewing inside her. Ugh, this is going to be a long day, she thought miserably.

The taxi pulled to a stop in front of Jessica. Thank God, thought Jessica. Jessica was in no condition to walk with her enormous bulk, so she was grateful that Joanie always pulled up as close to the matronly Madonna as possible.

“How you doin’ today, Jesse?” asked Joanie as she popped her door and jumped out of the cab. She circled around and opened the door for back Jessica. Jessica grunted in thanks. Joanie knew that Jessica was too round to reach the door handle over her enormous belly and too fat to bend forward to grab it. Placing her hands on her back for support, Jessica slowly, carefully waddled forward, lifting one thick leg to clear the threshold. Phew, one leg in. Next she edged forward. Could she lift up her other leg without just falling down? She lifted her other foot off the ground and tried to rock forward to fall into the cab, but, to her horror, it felt like she was falling backwards, back out of the can onto the curb. How was that possible? Her weight was so frontloaded that Jessica could scarcely believe she could do anything other than fall forward!

Luckily, Joanie noticed her distress and ran to her aid, grabbing Jessica’s thick backside and shoving her forward into the cab.

“Sorry about that, honey, didn’t mean to get fresh,” she said, chuckling, “But it looked like you needed a little help there.”

“No problem, thanks,” huffed Jessica, struggling to get comfortable in the cab’s confining bucket seat. It was not made to accommodate a woman of Jessica’s extreme girth, so she had to lift her butt off the seat and flop back down several times before she could get her belly in a position where it wasn’t pressing tightly against the back of the front seats. The last thing she wanted to do was to force Joanie to push the driver’s seat forward, so that the older woman was pressed against the steering wheel.

Joanie returned to the front seat and turned the ignition key. The cab sputtered to life and slowly pulled out, a loud scraping sound emanating from the car’s undercarriage. Was the car struggling because of Jessica’s weight? She couldn’t help but feel that it was, that calling Joanie every morning for a ride was not only ruining the cab’s suspension. A cab wasn’t made to carry this much weight! Or was it? Was it ridiculous to think that one person, no matter how fat they were, could weight down a taxi cab to the point that the muffler was scraping the asphalt? Joanie never complained, so Jessica had to assume that it wasn’t her fault, it was just an old muffler that needed to be replaced.

“So how’s your work treating you?” asked Joanie.

“It’s fine,” said Jessica. The car hit a bump that sent ripples through Jessica’s flab. Ooooo! That was maddening. Every shock and jolt just charges of sexual electricity through her crotch. She realllly needed to find way to solve this issue, because she felt like her pussy was on fire!

“Ever since my promotion, I don’t need to go to as many meetings, so that’s a plus,” said Jessica, desperate to continue this vein of small talk to distract herself from her intense horniness. The taxi hit another bump and poor Jessica had to restrain herself from whimpering out loud. Joanie didn’t seem to notice.

“That’s good, glad to hear it,” she said, her eyes still on the road. “I don’t know how you do it, Jessica, I could never work in an office like that. I’ve got to be out on the open road, doing new things, meeting new people, or I’d just go crazy. You young kids today just have such amazing drive.”

“Well, I’m not really built for anything other than office work,” chuckled Jessica, patting her enormous belly thoughtfully. Her gut pressed tightly against the seat in front of her every time that she inhaled, so Joanie could probably feel it pushing on her back.

Joanie laughed. “Well, a woman should be well-fed. That’s what my mama always used to say. She’d always say: A man knows a woman will be a good mom if she’s got alittle meat on her.”

“Heh, I don’t know about that,” mumbled Jessica. She wasn’t sure that she was ready to become a mom anytime soon, although, since she had told so many people at work that she was pregnant, it might soon start to look suspicious if she didn’t start talking about some new babies soon. Of course, the fact that her belly would never reduce back to her “pre-pregnancy” level might also tip people off. By the time she grew large enough to carry a dozen babies, people might start to wonder.

In reality, Jessica’s belly was pure blubber. Well, not pure blubber, because it often looked even bigger than it actually was because it was full of food and gas. Speaking of which, the rotund executive felt a familiar clenching in her gut that told her another gas storm was brewing. Oh great. She didn’t want to let one rip inside this taxi! It would suffocate both of them.

Jessica smiled a frozen smile and concentrated on holding herself together as Joanie continued to chatter happily. Every bump in the road now added an additional painful twinge to her body, since it jostled the building gas bubble inside her. By the time they arrived at Jessica’s office, she felt like she must be visibly expanding like a balloon. That made getting out of the taxi even harder than getting in, but luckily Joanie was happy to help push her through the door and struggle to her feet. Jessica quickly checked herself over – as much of herself as she could reach – to make sure that she hadn’t popped any stitches on the ride over. At her size and rate of expansion, that was a constant concern!

“Thanks, Joanie, I really appreciate it. So I’ll see you at the usual time?”

Joanie nodded and tapped her forehead as she returned to her driver’s seat. “5 pm it is, chief.”

Jessica watched the cab speed away in a cloud of exhaust. Watching the old car spew fumes only reminded her of how desperate she was to spew fumes of her own. Well, soon. She obviously couldn’t do that here. She checked her watch. Shit. She needed to be in her office now, Shirley was supposed to go over the day’s schedule with her. No time to dally. Sighing, she reached under her gut to lace her hands together, forming a cradle to help support her amazing paunch a little bit better. She could get through this. She’d just have to excuse herself to the bathroom as soon as Shirley was done briefing her.


Shirley could tell that Jessica was uncomfortable. Shirley did seem to have a sixth sense about that sort of thing, which was exactly why, when Jessica had been promoted, she specifically requested that she receive Shirley as her personal assistant. Of course, it didn’t hurt that Shirley was her good friend and very understanding about Jessica’s, uh, situation.

Somehow Jessica had managed to lumber all the way to her office, her gargantuan gut shaking and wobbling, without any incident. She had flopped into her desk chair and sat there, her weight causing the whole seat to tilt backwards dangerously. Shirley couldn’t help but grin at the sight. Jessica was so huge now that when the seat tilted backwards, she was completely pinned by her own stomach, helpless under the intense weight of her indulgence. There was nothing that Jessica could do but to wait, grunting and sweating, as Shirley read through the rigmarole of the day.

Luckily, Shirley was no sadist. She did, in some small way, rather enjoy seeing her boss all helpless and prone like this, but Jessica was her friend and she didn’t want her friend to be in pain.

“And that’s about it,” said Shirley, quickly wrapping up her briefing. “The only really important thing is that you’re goin to be meeting with Ryan Balaz at 3 pm.”

Ryan Balaz! Ryan Balaz was the COO of a local technology firm; Jessica had been in talks with him to acquire…well, who cares, the important thing was that Ryan was a total hunk. Jessica was normally all-business, but Ryan…well…. That smoldering gaze of his made it really hard to think about boring technology and business. She’d secretly had an embarrassing school girl crush on him since they met, but….what could she do? Over the time that they’d known each other, Jessica had grown from a chubby girl with a round tummy to an enormous swollen hog with a wrecking ball belly that looked ready to burst. Surely there was no way that he would be interested in a woman that looked like her? It almost made her regret her gorging, except that the feeling of a full belly, stuffed to its absolute limit, was so delicious and warm that it could make up for any of life’s other disappointments.

“All this other stuff can just wait til later,” concluded Shirley.

“Thank God,” muttered Jessica, mopping her brow. Time to stop thinking about Ryan and start thinking about work!

“For now, though, Jessica, I think you look like you need some help getting out of that seat.”

“Please.” Jessica held out her stubby arms. Fully extended, they still didn’t reach past the apex of her enormous middle. “I really gotta use the bathroom.”

As if to punctuate the thought, Jessica’s gut burbled loudly. Shirley wasn’t sure but it looked like Jessica was even bigger now than she had been ten minutes ago when she first came into the office. Was that even possible? She certainly looked rounder and tighter. Poor Jessica! Shirley was amused at the idea that Jessica still had too much pride to just release her gas whenever she felt the need, despite the fact that it was getting to the point that she was so bloated and flatulent that she really needed to. Jessica was producing gas so fast these days that soon holding it in for an opportune, private release wouldn’t be an option. Not if she didn’t want to explode, at least.

“If I don’t get to a bathroom soon, I’m going to pop and paint the walls!” said Jessica, as if she had read Shirley’s mind.

“Don’t worry, that’s why you have a personal assistant now, isn’t it?” said Shirley, unable to hold back a satisfied smirk. She grabbed hold of Jessica’s waggling hands and pulled. Jessica inched forward, enough that Shirley could scoop one arm behind her back and help hoist the overly bloated executive to her feet.

“Thanks,” said Jessica, “Now, if you’ll be so kind, I need to give me some back support.”

“Oh I’d be happy to.”

Jessica started to make her slow, plodding way across the office, leaning backwards to offset the pull of her enormous, pregnant-looking potbelly. Shirley walked behind her, hands placed firmly on the small of her boss’s back. Shirley considered, just briefly, dropping her hands down slightly to grab Jessica’s round, plush ass, but then thought better of it. No, that wouldn’t be nice at all! Not to mention it might surprise Jessica so much that she’s lose control and blast all her gas right then and there!

Shirley waited patiently as Jessica used the restroom. She was only in there for a few minutes, but Shirley could hear the tremendous, thundering noise of Jessica releasing all her trapped wind. She sounded like a brass band! In fact, she was so loud that Shirley would be surprised if the whole office couldn’t hear her. It was a good thing that the executive washroom was somewhat secluded!

Eventually, Jessica emerged. She was thankful for the relief (and for Shirley’s discretion) but she knew that it wouldn’t last long. She’d probably be bursting with gas in just another few hours. And she knew that she definitely would be after lunch. Oh shit, that meeting with Ryan Balaz was after lunch! She was already kind of nervous about meeting him face-to-face when she looked like an out-of-control pig, but she couldn’t bear to think about what he would think if he faced her when she was a sweating, farting mess. Okay, maybe if she could control her appetite for once and NOT gorge herself to the gills at lunch, she might stand a chance of avoiding embarrassment.

Of course, at the thought of lunch, her ample belly gurgled loudly. Loudly enough that Shirley could hear.

“You hungry, Jessica? You want me to order you some early lunch?”

“It’s only ten am,” said Jessica, huffing as she waddled the laborious trek back toward her desk. By the time she reached her chair, she was totally winded. She threw herself into the plush seat, the entire chair rocking wildly under her immense weight. Although this specially designed chair (She had requested it especially because its ergonomic design and wide seat were tailored for heavily pregnant women) was comfortable, it also made sitting dangerous. She tended to sink into the soft cushion so much that she could barely see over her own breasts and belly. How could she get work done when she couldn’t even see, let alone reach, her desk?

Her belly gurgled again. Was she actually hungry? It had barely been an hour since her last meal and she was already hungry? No, if she was honest with herself, she had to say that she wasn’t. Her stomach was still full from breakfast; under the soft blubber of her paunch, she could feel that her actual stomach was still stretched and tight. Yet somehow, the thought of food was getting her excited, was making her own stomach ignore its own painful distention to demand more. What had she done? Jessica’s rampant gluttony had turned her own belly into a ravenous beast that now conspired against her to keep her constantly full and bloated.

“Just bring me some paperwork to approve,” said Jessica, rubbing what she could reach of her vast middle as it emitted yet another urgent grumble. “And I won’t have any of your lip!” she added jokingly as she saw Shirley hide a smirk. Shirley seemed to have an almost preturnatural sense for Jessica’s needs, so Jessica rarely found herself wanting for anything when Shirley was around.

“Shirley, today’s going to be a really big day, okay? So I need to be free from any distractions. Also, I’m not going to be able to go out for lunch, so I want you to order in, okay?”

Ha, thought Jessica, with the size of her growing gut, it wouldn’t be long before she literally couldn’t go out to lunch because she was trapped under her own bulk.

Shirley nodded. “Any special requests? Or should I surprise you?”

“Yes, just a salad today. Something small. I need to eat light before my big meeting.”

Shirley raised a skeptical eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “Alright, a salad. Got it.” She dutifully wrote down the request in her notebook.

Jessica knew that her will would crumble before she ever got to lunch, but maybe….

“Good. Now help me sit up, I need to actually get some work done.”

Giggling, Shirley sauntered over behind Jessica, reached down to hook her hands under Jessica’s armpits, and lug the matronly Madonna up into a sitting position. Jessica grunted. In this position, her massive gut seemed to bulge out even further, adding more stress to the already stressed seams and buttons in her blouse. Luckily, they held together.

Most of the morning was spent doing mundane paperwork. Despite her desire to be left alone, there were occasional unavoidable visitors, mostly random underlings who needed to get this or that paper signed.


Around 10:15 am, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” called Jessica.

The door opened to reveal Kurt, an older fellow from accounting. He hadn’t seen Jessica in months, so he could barely contain his shock at seeing her greatly inflated figure.

“Hi Jessica, I – whoa! I mean…hey…uh…”

Jessica smirked to herself as she watched him struggle for words, turning red from the embarrassment.

“Is there something that you need, Kurt?” asked Jessica, purposely making her voice arch and prickly. Not because she was actually angry, but merely because she was amused at the effect she was having on this guy. She leaned forward, fully aware of how that made the buttons of her blouse pull even tighter into the soft blubber of her enormous round belly. Kurt only seemed to get more flustered as Jessica did everything she could to draw attention to the one thing that Kurt was trying to avoid looking at.

“I…uh…just need you to…uh…sign this paper here,” he said finally, dutifully staring at the wall behind Jessica. He slid the paper toward her.

How cute, he’s trying to be professional, thought Jessica. Against her better judgement, she decided to have some fun with this.

“It’s too far away, I can’t reach that,” snapped Jessica. “Are you going to make me exert myself in my condition?”

“Oh yes, no of course not,” said Kurt, gingerly picking up the paper and sliding it over so that Jessica could grab it off the table without rocking back and forth in her seat.

“So uhhh I heard…um…well, when’s the baby due?”

Jessica peered over the edge of the paper, purposely letting the question linger for a moment. Kurt began to sweat. She was pregnant, wasn’t she? He was certain that he’d heard she was pregnant. She certainly LOOKED pregnant!

“Babies,” said Jessica. “Quints.”

“Quints! Oh my gosh!” Kurt was flabbergasted. Then again, Jessica was big enough to carrying quints or maybe even septuplets. She was insanely big. She looked like a human beachball ready to burst.

Jessica inhaled deeply, thoughtfully as she read over the paper, chewing absent-mindedly on the end of a pen. If she breathed deep enough, she thought, she might actually be able to bust one of these buttons off her blouse. Wouldn’t that be a show! She relished the idea of seeing how flustered Kurt would get at that, how much more flustered he would be when she didn’t react, when she studiously ignored her freed tummy plopping out of her shirt. Then again, there was that meeting with Ryan. She didn’t want to look like a slob, so she reluctantly relented, releasing the air in her lungs and easing the pressures on her blouse.

“Looks fine,” she said, scrawling her signature across the document. “Here you go, Kurt.” She smiled sweetly as Kurt took it with a mumbled thanks. She watched him leave the office with a hasty good-bye, the watched through the glass walls as he paused outside to briefly chat with Terri and Josie in the secretary pool. Josie and Terri were both horrible gossips, and they were both obsessed with chronicling Jessica’s gains, almost as if they couldn’t believe that one pregnant woman could get so round. They could never resist any opportunity to comment on Jessica’s size, which, for once, wasn’t a bad thing. Jessica loved that her enormity meant no one could miss her. Her size dominated all office conversation. She wondered what, exactly, were they talking about out there. Were they grilling Kurt for new details? Were they all just exchanging notes on Jessica’s rapidly failing wardrobe? Either way, the idea excited her even more and made her privates tingle. Gawd, how she wished she could still touch herself. How long had it been? She really needed to find a solution to that problem soon or she was going to explode!

Her belly grumbled again. What was it, 10:20? That was long enough since breakfast. “Shirley, could you get me a Danish?”


By 11:00 am, Jessica was starving. She simply couldn’t take it anymore. How could anyone be expected to just eat a small salad for lunch? She needed to eat! Now!

“Oh Gawd, I’m so ready for lunch,” huffed Jessica, tugging at the hem of her skirt to cover just a little more of her chunky thighs.

“Still want just a salad?” asked Shirley.

Damnit, she knows me too well, thought Jessica.


Jessica had promised herself that she would eat light. But by the time she sent Jessica out to pick up lunch for her, Jessica had completely rescinded her original order. Instead, she asked – no, she demanded – that Shirley bring her back a giant party-size submarine sandwich from the corner deli, as well as several tubs of different heavy, creamy deli salads. And afterwards, stop by the bakery next door and pick up a box of donuts, no, several boxes. Cream-filled donuts, her favorite. Just tell them we’re having an impromptu party, Jessica had told her, they’ll never suspect a thing. Never suspect that it was all really just for one person. One extreme glutton who just might stuff herself until she blew to pieces today.

Now Jessica was staring at a desk loaded with food. So much food that it was almost daunting. Jessica felt herself starting to sweat, perspiration beading on her hairline, trickling down her neck. She was sweating half from excitement and half from fear. Could she really eat all this? Sure, she’d eaten huge meals before…. But she was usually at least a little bit actually hungry when she binged. Now she was still so filled up from her big breakfast that, despite her tummy’s urgent bubbling, she didn’t think she could eat more than a mouthful.

Or could she?

“Did anyone see you bring these in?” asked Jessica huskily as Shirley unloaded the take-out bags, laying each item, one by one, on the desk in front of her tubby boss.

“No, everyone else is already out to lunch.”

“Good.” Jessica licked her lips in anticipation. “Draw the curtains, will you?”

“Oh I’m just ravenous,” said Jessica, “I need to eat! I need to eat all of this! But I can’t…reach it!”

With a combination of dread and ecstasy, Jessica realized that she had become such a complete, total tub of lard that she couldn’t reach past her belly to grab the food laid out on the table before her.

“It’s okay,” whispered Shirley, silently padding over and leaning one slender hip against the side of the desk. “I’ll help you.”

She picked up a tub of macaroni salad and popped off the top. Then she picked up a spoon and scooped out a generous dollop, bringing it over to Jessica’s mouth.

“Open wide, boss, here comes your lunch,” she said, smiling.

Jessica dutifully opened her mouth and took the first offering. Her head was swimming. She knew she shouldn’t eat so much – especially not so much creamy, fatty pasta salad! And after that, potato salad and meatballs and three bean salad and pierogies and on and on, when would it stop? She was already way too fat for her own good, but she couldn’t resist. She loved food, she loved to eat, and she loved the feeling of a belly filled to the brim way too much. And now Shirley was here, helping her along, making sure that she would stay packed to the hilt. It was a dangerous road she was traveling. Jessica knew she was destined to keep growing bigger and rounder until she could barely even walk, even if she was the only one feeding herself. But having Shirley here too, acting as her accomplice, making it all too easy to surrender to total gluttony as long as she had someone to help supply her addiction and hide it from the rest of the office? There was no way that would end before Jessica swelled into a bloated elephant.


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Fat College Girl BBW Amber
By Molly Coddles
Cover by Sumochicks

Hi, my name is Amber and this is my story. I used to be a cheerleader back in high school - can you believe that? Yeah, I used to be tiny- slender waist and stick legs but no boobs and a totally flat ass. It wasn’t that I didn’t eat it was just that I had all that damn practice to burn off all the calories. Once I started college, though, things were different. I put on the freshman 15 in like a month. Before I knew it, I had hooters that strained my best bras to bursting and a big round booty to rival Jennifer Lopez. Soon I was eating all the time, even when I wasn’t in the cafeteria.

By the time I got home for summer vacation, I was huge. I was eating non stop and I couldn’t control myself. Sometimes, I literally thought I would keep eating until I exploded. My mother wasn’t happy about that at all! She frowned every time she saw me but it wasn’t until I’d been home for a week that she finally said anything. We were eating dinner and I was dressed in a button down shirt - formerly baggy- pulled tight around my new knockers and a pair of spandex gym shorts.

“Amber, I need to talk to you.”

“Mmmm…good food. Why? (Burp) What’s wrong?”

“It’s about your weight…How much do you weigh now?”

I wiped sauce off my face. “Don’t know. 160 lbs.”

“You do not weigh 160, Amber. I can tell from here that you’ve gotten much fatter than that. Let’s go weigh you right now, okay, tubby?”

Bitch. I just wanna finish my food. I stuff the spagetthi in my mouth. Gulp. Swallow. I try to stand up. My big, bloated belly makes me lurch forward. Oof.

“Amber, you’ve become a disgusting pig! Look at that huge belly!”

Oink oink. Yeah, my gut is big, fat, round. My ass fills my spandex shorts, straining them to their limits. Stitches ready to burst. My stomach protrudes before me. Bigger, bigger. Every bite makes it grow bigger. Fat rolls overflow my pants, hanging over my waistband. The button is obscured; my pants are sooooo tight. Won’t they pop soon?

She cries, “Look at this gut!” She grabs my tummy and jiggles it. Yep, it’s huge. I am such a blimp. Get used to it. A smile spreads across my fat face as I remember the last time anyone said that.


“Look at this gut!” giggles Sally.

At school, my lover Sally loves to feed me. Sally is tiny, she’s a thin little girl, unlike me, but she’s got the most massive tits. She must wear a size double E. Every time I see her bouncing down the hall, I expect to see her big bloated boobs bust through her sports bra. She can eat lots, too, but she has a fast metabolism so she stays thin. I think that she’s disappointed that she can’t gain weight so she compensates by watching me get fatter.

I turn in front of the mirror in my dorm room for her. My butt is huge, packed tightly into these jeans so that the stitches are ready to snap. “I really shouldn’t eat anymore,” I pout, “Look at how fat I’ve already gotten.”

“Yes,” she says, offering me another chocolate éclair, “but if you keep eating you’ll get even fatter.”

I giggle and look down at my front. My tender belly is poking out between my too-tight jeans and my riding-up shirt. My deep belly-button is exposed. The button on my jeans looks ready to pop, quivering with my every movement. Usually, I have to button my jeans under my belly, letting my fat rolls hang loose, but since my mom had put me on a stupid diet last summer I started to waste way. I hope that Sally can feed me enough that I gain back all that delicious weight!

“And fatter…”

I moan softly at the idea, arching my back. My swollen stomach bulges out, forcing my shirt up even more. Soon, my whole gut is exposed, my shirt bunched up just below my bloated breasts.

“And fatter…”

“Mmmmm..”

“And fatter…”

“Ohhh,” I say, “but if I’m THAT fat, how will you be able to handle me? I’ll be huge! Can you believe that I used to be a petite little cheerleader?”

“Put it on.”

“What?”

“Put on your cheerleading outfit.”

“Oh, but you know that I’ll NEVER fit into it. I’ve gotten much too fat!”

“Please?” Sally pouts, leaning forward, her quivering tits bulging out the front of her V-neck sweater. I just can’t resist that sight.

My cheerleading outfit is impossibly tight. My panties are stretched to busting over my thunder thighs, pulled so high that they’re almost a thong on my growing body. My skirt is held together by safety pins, and my sweater is struggling to contain my mammoth melons. I had to struggle to stuff them into my old bra, and now they are ready to explode out of it. My nipples can be easily seen through the tight material. I’m so buxom now that the front almost looks like a v-neck, and I’m literally swelling out of the top! I’m too big to pull the sweater all the way down to connect to the skirt, so my paunch hangs out.

“Now put on the spandex pants!” cried Sally eagerly.

Sally loved it when I tried to wear my old cheerleading clothes, but she knew that I couldn’t fit into them anymore. “There’s no way I’ll ever get my fat ass into those spandex pants!” I exclaimed.

She wants me to try anyway so I start to pull them up, over my jiggly thighs. It’s a struggle, the spandex stretches and stretches until it is almost transparent. I can hear stitches popping. When I am done, it is stretched to the limit over my expanding waistline.

“Do you like me when I’m this fat?” I ask.

“Not as much as I’d love you if you were fatter!” laughs Sally, jumping up and down. She’s so excited that her titanic tits are bouncing like crazy. I can’t help but hope those big pale boobs come flying out of her shirt…

I bend over, smiling, to pull off the spandex pants but then I hear a loud RIIIP! Oh, no! I totally blew out my panties!

“You naughty, naughty girl!” squealed Sally. “You’ve gotten so fat that you busted your panties open! How embarrassing!”

I turned bright red, bending back to see the torn seat of my panties.

“Now step on the scale, Amber! I want to see exactly how fat you’ve gotten, how fat I’ve made you!”

I stepped on the scale, knowing what was coming, and loving every moment of it. I bent over to take a look, but didn’t see anything past my enormous belly. Boy, it’s gotten so big, I thought, Ever since I came to college and met Sally, I’ve been eating nonstop and it’s finally showing.

“I can’t see the scale,” I said.

“230,” Sally read. “230! That’s soooo much higher than your old weight!” The high number turns me on but it also make me hungry. My stomach growls.

Sally sighs, “Hungry, already? Honestly, Amber, your eating is out of control. I’ve never seen an 18 year old girl gain so much weight in such a short period of time. You’ve got to cut back!”

I smile, promise to cut back. Not likely! It’s only going to be bigger and bigger for me, fatter and fatter…

“I can’t do it, Sally. I tried to cut back over the Summer, my mother put me on this diet. But I realized that I couldn’t stop eating. It’s all I want to do anymore and I keep getting fatter and fatter everyday. I don’t think I can stop eating ever, Sally! Say, you don’t have anything around here I could snack on do you?” I rub my large, hungry belly.


While I’m wadding down the hall the next day, I overheard two boys talking about my weight gain. When I hear people talk about how round I’ve gotten, it makes me so wet that I can’t stand it. I’ve got to find Sally so that she can satisfy me…feed me again!

“There’s Amber,” said one boy. “She used to be so hot, but she’s turned into a fat pig! She’s such a cow. All she does is stuff her chunky face all day long.”

“I know, it’s a wonder she doesn’t explode!”

Suddenly, I jumped out at them. “Watch out, boys!” I call, shoving my bloated belly at them; the pressure against the jeans waist is so intense it’s ready to burst open. “She’s gonna blow!” I hold my tummy to push it back. “I don’t know if I can hold it much longer!”

The boys ran off, embarrassed. While I was laughing, I heard Sally come up behind me.

“That’s not funny, Amber! What were you doing there?”

“Those boys were talking about how fat I’ve gotten.”

“That’s not right,” said Sally, “Only I should get to talk about that. Now what did the doctor say?”

My mom had made me visit the doctor to talk about my weight gain. “She said ‘Stop getting fatter, fat ass!’”

“Are you going to follow her advice?” asked Sally as she ushered me into her dorm room.

“Pfft! Not likely! You got any food around here?”

Sally looks at me smiles, rubs my huge tummy. “Oh, look how fat you are, Amber! It’s so sexy! You must be the fattest girl in school!”

“I will be soon,” I said, proudly, “Look at how big I’ve gotten! My jeans are sooo tight they’re cutting off my circulation!” I raised my shirt to show her, but I didn’t need to: my tubby belly had already made it ride up. My jeans waistband was cutting into my stomach so deeply that my belly hung over it, the folds of flab covering the strained button.

“Here,” said Sally, “Let me unbutton that for you! You’re way too fat to wear such tight stuff! Now suck in that chubby gut of yours.”

“I am sucking in!” I protested, “I’m so fat now that even when I suck in my clothes are too tight.”

“Do you have any more food? I’m starving! Ohhhhh, I’m so hungry I think I’m going to faint!”

“I just might.” Sally pulled a box of biscuits out of her backpack.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, “That feels sooo good! I just want to eat everything you bring me. I’m so hungry. Stuff me!”

“Oooo more! Feed me!”

“Oh, you are such a pig, Amber!”

“Mmm, so hungry! I need you to fill my big fat belly for me, fill it all the way up, until it’s huge and hard and tight and round.”

***

“Oof. I couldn’t eat another bite. I mean it. I’ll burst.”

My huge, gorged paunch rises like a mountain. It’s huge, but so is everything else: My butt has become too wide to fit through narrow doors. I can hardly fit behind desks in school anymore with all that junk in the trunk. My breasts are enormous, straining the cups on my DD bra, cutting into my fleshy shoulders. My ballooning boobs are almost overflowing the inadequate cups. Whenever I move, my jeans and bra creak, you can hear the stiches straining to keep together. I bent over, stetching the seat of my too-tight jeans. Sally groaned when I aimed my plump butt at her.

“I can see the white stitches in your seat!” she moaned, “Your jeans are ready to bust open and it makes me so hot!”

I wiggled my ass and shook my titantic tits. They jiggled like a pair of jumbo water balloons.

“I’m absolutely stuffed,” I gasped. “I’ve got to go home and rest before I eat again. I’ve got to stop eating before I pop!”

Sally smiled, patting my rounded stomach. “Better not go out the door. The RA might see you and you know that she doesn’t approve of you.”

“What? Is she homophobic?”

“No, she just thinks you’re too fat.”

I laugh, shaking my enormous, spherical gut. “There’s no such thing. I’ll go out the window, then.”

“Ha!” said Sally, “Right, like that’s ever going to happen.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Hey, no offense Amber but I don’t think there’s any way that you’re going to squeeze that massive bum through that tiny little window.”

“A lot you know! Hey, I got this rump into those tight little panties AND into that cheerleading outfit. A window should be a piece o’ cake.” I lumbered over to the window, puffing, and pulled it open. I leaned forward, careful not to catch my bulging hooters in the opening. I shoved myself through.

“Oof!” I groan, struggling. “Sally, I think I’m stuck. I’m too fat to get through this window!” I push but my huge gut is wedged tightly into the window frame. I start kicking frantically, and I hear the last stiches in my pants surrender. POW POW POW! Now my ass is totally exposed, covered my nothing but those stretched, tissue -thin panties that are wedging into my butt.

“Keep pushing!” I call. Sally shoves me with all her might, her hands sinking into the flabby flesh of my wide rump. She presses her body against mine and I can feel her bloated mams against my rear.

She shoves me harder and I lurch forward, my monster melons surging from their constrained confines.

“Sally, stop! My tits just burst out of my bra!”

“It’s no good, Amber! You’re just too fucking fat! I’ll go get help.”

“No! Sally, I’m stuck here in my fucking underwear! At least get something to cover my big fat ass before you leave!”

“I don’t think I have anything big enough to hide that ass!” said Sally.

“Ohhh, Sally, don’t say that you’re making me all wet again and that’s the last thing we need right now!”

“Okay, here, this is the biggest pair of pants we’ve got around here. It’s that pair you bought last week, remember?”

“Those?!? Sally, you know those are too small. I purposely bought them a size too small.”

“Sorry, Amber, but that’s all I have, unless you’d rather have everyone catch you here busting out of those panties.”

“Fine,” I grumble, shaking my massive booty at her, “pull them on.”

Sally starts tugging them up, but it’s hard work. They barely pass my thighs, the legs are so tight around my chunky legs that I bet I could tear the seams by just flexing. Then the seat doesn’t want to stretch over my wide butt. I can hear Sally grunting with the exertion as she tries desperately to pull them over my ass.


So where were we? Oh, yeah, I was so big that I had become stuck going through Sally’s dorm window. There I was, my huge bloated hooters had busted out of my bra and my overly snug pants were tearing at the seams, so I was practically naked.
“C’mon, Amber! Suck in that big gut of yours!” says Sally from behind me. I feel her hands sink into my wide, soft rump. “You’re so flabby it’s almost impossible for me to get a grip on you. I’m just going to have to heave my weight against you and hope it dislodges you.”
“Good luck! You’re way too thin to do that. I won’t budge an inch. This is just fucking great. I’m just too fucking fat. The only way I’ll ever unwedge myself is if I lose enough weight to slide out.”
“Oh, don’t you dare talk like that! You know I won’t have my big fat lover wasting away. I won’t hear of you going hungry.”
“Ohhh, I’ve been stuck in this stupid window for an hour without anything to eat. Can’t I just have a little snack?” I begged. “Look at me, I’m practically starving!” My ample belly gurgled. I was so used to eating constantly that even going for a short time without stuffing my face left me famished. “Feed me some more, Sally, and I’ll burst this window frame. That’ll be one way to get unstuck!”
“Amber, you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. You’ve eaten everything I have. There’s no more food around!” That’s really scaring me, because my ample belly’s already started gurgling, demanding more food. How can I already be hungry? I was stuffed to the point of popping when I got up to leave and I’ve only been stuck in this window for twenty minutes. Ooo, I getting hot just thinking about what that huge meal must be doing to my big, fleshy body. More soft adipose deposits on my already gigantic ass, my globular paunch, and hefty boobs. My face is as round as a moon pie and a triple chin will be forming soon. I’ll be as big as a whale if I can keep eating like this. I just need Sally to keep feeding me and to make sure that I don’t start slowing down.
Can’t think about that now, gotta concentrate on getting out of this fucking window. Ooo, this is probably the only thing that I don’t like about being this fat! I squirm and twist with all my might.
“Hey, tubby, didn’t I tell you to suck in that belly?”
“I AM sucking in!” I yell back at her. After a few minutes, Sally stops pushing.
“You know,” she says, “I might just know how to get a fat chick like you unstuck.”
“I’d like to hear that. I think I’m too mammoth to ever get unstuck!”
“Uh huh. Well, that’s just too bad. Guess you can’t have any, then, since there’s no way you can reach it.” What’s that? I hear Sally unwrapping something.
“What are you doing in there?” I ask. I think she’s got food in there. That bitch! She said that she was all out!
“Nothing, just a candy bar. In fact, I’ve got some extras here; it’s just too bad that you’ve got your head out there or maybe I could feed some to you.”
With the proper incentive, I popped myself out of that window in no time.
****
You would think that after the window incident I would slow down, but just the opposite. Every pound I gain just makes me more excited, makes me feel more sexy. Sally loves it that I refuse to stop growing. Soon I will be totally round, I think.

I remember when this all first started, when I first started piling on the pounds. I had just graduated high school and was on my way to college. I was a tiny little twig back then, not even 120 lb. I was the perfect cheerleader and all that exercise used to keep me scrawny as a rail. Amazing. I used to think that my sunken tummy and bony limbs made me so attractive yet I never seemed to have any dates. I thought that it was because I was the only lesbian in my high school, but now I know that there were quite a few. It was only after I got to college that I realized how much nicer it was to have curves and bulges. And it was then that I started to swell up.
Dorm food. It’s full of calories and they let you eat as much as you want. Every meal I would gorge myself until I felt like I would surely explode, stuffing delicious food into my mouth as fast as I could. It was heavenly and there was no one to stop me from eating to my heart’s content. The best part of college life was knowing that I was never more than a couple hours away from my next gut-busting meal. I had never eaten like that at home, but now I was free to indulge my sweet tooth like never before.
I knew that my metabolism was never naturally slow and that it was only constant exercise that had kept me slim, but all that tasty food was just too good to pass up. Pretty soon, I started gaining weight. I knew it would happen if I didn’t cut back on my insane eating but I couldn’t help it. Fatty foods were everywhere. Every day the cafeteria featured a new and exciting dish, something exotic drenched in butter and cheese and cream. And every dorm party had pizza and potato chips.
My tummy, previously flat and hollow, slowly rose like a tiny mountain, testing the limits of my old pants. I began wearing leggings and sweatpants, so that I wouldn’t have to face the reality of my ballooning waistline. Behind me, my butt began to grow wider until the cheeks felt restricted in even my loosest sweatpants. For the first time in my life, my chest began to develop. And it didn’t stop. Half way through the year, I had the second biggest tits on the entire floor, so full and round that they constantly seemed to be on the verge of snapping my bras. I was still wearing a c cup bra then, because I didn’t want to admit that I was still growing bigger and bigger.
The only girl on the entire floor who had a pair of bigger knockers than I did was Sally; she lived three doors down the hall. We first met when I was eating lunch in the cafeteria. She worked I always noticed her because her juggs were absolutely enormous. When she walked, she couldn’t keep those huge fleshy spheres from sloshing and jiggling. That’s definitely attractive, although I think she’s a little thin. A little thin? What am I thinking? Girls should be thin, right? I shouldn’t think that fat girls are hot, right? That’s just getting weird..or is it? It’s hard enough being a lesbian, but being a lesbian who likes fat chicks…
“Hey, Amber,” she said, “How are you doing?”
“Fine. Just eating lunch.”
“You know, Amber, you really like to eat, don’t you? I always see you here. You’re the first to arrive and the last one to leave..”
“Yeah, I like to eat. What’s it to you?”
“Nothing. It’s just that I work here in the cafeteria, so maybe I could help you. You know how you’re not allowed to take food out of the cafeteria? Well, if you eat your meals while I’m on duty to check the cards, I’ll let you sneak some goodies out. You know, so you don’t get hungry at night.”
“That’s really nice of you, Sally! Er, I don’t suppose you have a boyfriend?”
“No, I’m a lesbian!” YES!
Being friends with Sally didn’t do anything to slow down my burgeoning belly. Sally always let me sneak out a few cookies or a piece of cake for a midnight snack. At first, I only took a one extra items, but Sally encouraged me to take more.
“Is that all you’re going to take, Amber?” asked Sally one day when she saw me leaving with a slice of pie. “It’s hardly worth it at all. Why don’t you take the entire cake?” Sally motions to the whole cake. It’s huge; it looks like a wedding cake. “Nobody’s even touched it and it would be a big waste to just toss it in the trash!”
“I couldn’t eat that! It’s much too big; I’d surely burst!.”
“C’mon,” Sally pleads, batting her eyes and holding the cake out. Damn. Can’t resist that look.
“Okay, Sally, I’ll take it. But only on one condition. You come to my room tonight and help me eat it.”
You might think I meant that I wanted sally to eat some of the cake, too. Not on your life! I was going to eat it all myself. I just needed someone there to make sure I did.

I cram another slice of cake into my mouth, smearing frosting all over my face. I eagerly lick it off before grabbing the next piece.
“That’s right, Amber! Keep eating! Don’t stop! Eat it all!”
Sally’s encouragement makes me want to eat more and more. The cake is huge and I seriously doubt that I can fit it all inside my stretched tummy.
My shirt begins to ride up my blubbery paunch, exposing my ever deepening belly button. The buttons down my front are beginning to pull tight, gaps are forming. How much more do I have to eat before my overstuffed belly sends buttons flying all over the room?
As I force down the last bite, I simply know that I cannot eat any more. I’m so full that I know I must pop if I so much as take too deep a breath.
“Oh, Amber, let me feel your tummy!” Sally brushes her hands along the swell of my enormous, bloated belly. “It’s so stuffed and hard!” she marveled. “You’re so full that it doesn’t have an inch of give to it! Amber, if you ate like this everynight, do you know how huge you could get?”
How huge I COULD get. I notice how she phrases it. As if she’s considering my potential.
After all that eating, I can hardly breathe. My distended belly is absolutely round, straining the buttons down the front of the shirt. Slowly, gingerly, I reach around my inflated front to undo the first button. It flies open with the tiniest nudge. The button between the twin orbs of my breasts and the enormous beach ball of my belly is the only one that requires some effort to undo. It doesn’t have to struggle against the same amount of pressure as do the other buttons so it takes a minute to undo it. The buttons over my tits part easily.
Amber helps me to my feet. Oooo, I’m so stuffed. My belly aches soooo much. Hiccup! Ow. Hiccups. Great. Each hiccup wracks my poor gorged belly. Sally lays me down on the bed.
“Poor thing! I’ll bet you feel like you’re about to explode.”
“Ugh. Yeah. I’m such a huge pig, Sally. I must look disgusting.”
“I don’t think it’s disgusting at all, Amber, you’re beautiful. Each pound on you makes you even more beautiful. I think it’s exciting. I wish that I could grow a potbelly like this. But I can’t, I’ve been trying. I just can’t gain weight. I’ll bet those tight pants aren’t making your poor overloaded tummy feel any better. Maybe I should get those damn constraining things off you.”
I moan slightly in relief as Sally unsnaps my pants allowing my overfed gut to expand to its full size. Sally gasps slightly. “You’re soo big!” she giggles, “Look at the size of your gut. And it looks like a lot of those treats have been ending up in other places, too!” She runs her hand along my fleshy thigh and around my curvaceous rump.

“Sally, maybe you can’t get fat, but I sure can,” I say between groans. “Look at me. I used to be a tiny little cheerleader, not even a year ago, and now I’m a big fat hog. I’ll gain weight and you can watch.”

Sally likes the idea. It’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

****

When I went home for Christmas break , I had already gained at least 40 lbs. I didn’t know it because I didn’t have a scale at school; the only way I knew that I was getting fatter was when my clothes started to strain. I didn’t bother to bring any of my school clothes home with me over the break because I thought I’d still be able to wear my old outfits. The first thing that I did was try to squeeze back into my old clothes, the ones I had left at home last summer. Nothing doing. My old jeans refused to fasten around my new girth. My shirts couldn’t reach all the way over my bloated breasts and rotund stomach. I was stunned. I couldn’t have gained that much weight. Was Sally right? Had I become a huge blimp in just a few months?
There was a scale in the bathroom; I hadn’t weighed myself all semester, hadn’t faced what I already knew. I knew I was getting fat, but I didn’t know exactly how many pounds I’d gained. I stepped on. It’s difficult to see the numbers, I have to lean forward and push my expansive juggs out of the way and even then my new chunky gut blocks my view. The little metal platform creaked under my bulk and the dial spins wildly. Past 120 lb, my old weight. Still going fast. 130 lb. 135 lb. 150 lb. Wow, 30 pounds, I think. That’s not bad for a start. Then I realize that it’s not done yet. The dial keeps going, past 170 lb. No fucking way, 50 pounds? I must have been pigging out way more than I thought to have gotten this round. And it’s not even slowing down. It hits 180 and I’m beginning to sweat. Seeing proof of my increased poundage is exciting me; I wish that Sally was here with me right now, to congratulate me on my new weight and to help me get even bigger. 200 lb. Goddamn it, I am sooo fat. I can hardly believe it. It’s finally slowing down. At 210, I think it’s stopped but it’s only slowing down. Finally, finally, it halts at 248 lbs. Whoa. I grab my soft belly flab and squeeze it. I’m already 248 lbs! This has got to be the worst case of the freshman fifteen ever, I think.
I stagger off the scale, stunned. I can’t believe that I’m almost 250 lb. I start to panic. When I was with Sally, getting fat seemed so natural that I never had any second thoughts but now that I was at home I began to fret. Was I getting too fat? How fat would I get? Would I outgrow all my clothes? If I kept blowing up, soon I would outgrow the goddamn house! I’d be sooo fat that Sally would have to roll me around on my big fat stomach.
I quickly called Sally on the phone; I had to tell her the good news, that I’m already fatter than either of us ever imagined I’d get. And I need her to assure me that, yes, I need to get even bigger.
“How’s it going, fat girl?” says Sally. “You’re not wasting away over there, are you?”
“Sally,” I say, breathlessly (running to the phone is such a chore when you’re as rotund as I am!) “You’ll never believe this. I’m already 248 lbs. You should see my enormous thighs and big fat gut! I’m so goddamn fat that I can’t fit into anything! All of my clothes here are way too tight; if I take a deep breath, I’ll probably pop a few buttons right now!”
Sally breathes in on the other end of the phone. “Ooo, Amber, really? I wish I was there to see it. You’re making me all hot just talking about that.”
“I know, Sally, I do it all for you. But I need to ask you: does it turn you on that I’m so bloated? Do you like that I’m a big tubby blimp that’s getting bigger all the time?”
“Oh, yes, yes, it does. When I hear you talk like that, it just makes me want to melt. I want to be there to rub your growing gut and feed you even more. What are you wearing right now?”
I look at myself in the mirror as Sally talks. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton panties, so stretched that they’re almost see-through. In the back, I can’t pull them up high enough to completely cover the twin globes of my jutting butt. The elastic waistband squeezes into the tops of my fleshy buns. In front, my stomach pushes the panties out as far as they’ll go. Soon, I’ll have to leave my belly untucked, overlapping the crotch of the panties. But for now they still fit, just barely. My enormous, globular breasts rest on my protruding gut.
“Nothing but a pair of panties and I’m ready to bust out of them. They’re so tight that they’re not comfortable at all. I can feel my ass stretching against them. Just think, Sally, about how I’ll stretch them all out of shape after I eat my next gut-busting meal tonight. It’s my first night home, so my parents will see how much I can eat now that I’m a big girl.”
After I get off the phone, I waddle back to the closet. Finally, I find something I can wear: an old t-shirt, straining around my boobs but not tearing, and a pair of sweatpants. They fit like sausage casings around my plump legs and meaty thighs but I manage to wriggle into them. Mom’s not going to like this at all.
Hmmm, I think. People always gain a few pounds over Christmas. Sally will be expecting me to waddle just a little more when I get back to school. I just can’t disappoint my new lover!
At dinner, I plop down in the chair. My ass is so gigantic that it hangs over the edges of the seat. It’s good to be off my feet! Carrying all this extra flab is sososo hard on a girl. I lean forward to grab some roast beef. It’s no easy task, since my massive gut makes it harder to bend. I pass my plate to mom.
“Hey, mom, can you pile on some roast beef? Yeah, with gravy. More than that. That’s good, thanks!”
I dig in with gusto, just like I always do at school. I stuff the meat into my mouth and wash it down with a glass of milk. Already, I’m ready for a second helping.
Mom and dad watch, disapproving, as I eat, faster and faster. “Amber, you look like you’ve gained 200 pounds!” says mom, shocked.
“Naw, just 170. Still got 30 to go.”
That doesn’t go over too well. “Amber, don’t you think you should cut down on your eating? You’re, ahem, starting to look… a bit chubby.”
Ha! That’s an understatement! I shrug as I continue eating. Sooo hungry. The sweatpants don’t put up much resistance, so I can eat without worrying that my pants will begin to constrict me. I undo the knot in the drawstring as I eat and let them out just a bit. I can feel my gut, hard and full of food, under the table. The t-shirt is being drawn tight over my expanding belly. I’m eating so fast that gravy is spilling down my front.
“Ooof,” I groan, rubbing my bloated belly, “That was sooo good. But now I think I’m ready for dessert.”
* * *
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Debbie vs Laurie: BBW MILF Catfight
By Mollycoddles

Author’s Note: Hank and Debbie Hill appear courtesy of Samster2 (http://samster2.deviantart.com/) . Maddie appears courtesy of Vader7476 (http://vader7476.deviantart.com/)


Debbie Hill liked what she saw. The woman who stared back at her from the mirror may have been plump (okay, downright fat), but she was still drop dead sexy. Although in her mid 40s, Debbie barely looked a day over 30. A few trips to the plastic surgeon over the years ensured that she still had the same smooth skin and perfect smile, and her golden blonde hair was still as lustrous as ever. Debbie wasn’t one to shy away from artificial treatments as long as they kept her looking good, as evidenced by her ample breast implants, but she had a high maintenance hot fat wife look that still made men drool.

Once a curvy cutie, easy living and an insatiable sweet tooth had ballooned Debbie into a massive, pneumatic MILF.

When she was younger, Debbie had some trouble adjusting to her gradually swelling figure. A former high school beauty queen and professional cheerleader, she was classically curvaceous in her youth. But after she married her husband Hank and his third string Dallas Cowboys career ended, Debbie had settled into the small town of Burnett, Texas where Hank ran the Chevrolet dealership and she was mother to four daughters. It was no surprise that she no longer had the same slender build, but her expanding waistline didn’t make her any less gorgeous – especially since it was accompanied by a full, voluptuous bosom and a big, round booty.

“Who’re these friends of yours again?” asked Debbie, examining herself in the hotel bathroom mirror.

Her husband Hank walked into the bathroom adjusting his tie.

“Frank and Laurie. They live in California, around San Francisco, I think.”

Debbie rolled her eyes. Californians never seemed to fit into the Texas culture when they came out here, and San Franciscans least of all. But before starting his own business, Hank had been a college football star, playing for the Texas Tech Red Raiders. Frank had played alongside him, and apparently they’d become good friends over their four years together. Now Frank and his wife were here in Lubbock attending the same college reunion as the Hills, and the two old friends were eager to catch up.

Debbie had never met Frank or his wife Laurie, but she imagined she’d be spending the night entertaining a pair of tofu-munching hippies who probably arrived to the event in an old VW bus powered by rainbows. Debbie remembered that old burn-out her fitness freak mother was dating. Last time she saw him he lectured her for hours about all the poisons in the modern American diet and how much healthier we would all be if we turned to natural, organic foods. Debbie was a hopeless junk food junkie, so she didn’t appreciate that at all.

Debbie carefully stood up, wobbling just a little unsteadily. She had to move slowly due to the tightness of her dress. Debbie had grown comfortable in her plush body, but tonight she felt like she needed just a little confidence boost. Under her creamy pink dress, Debbie wore a heavy duty Spanx girdle that helped to restrain her explosive curves and firm up her plump bottom. It was under a lot of pressure but she was willing to take the risk.

Hank looked his wife over. “Damn, Squeezy,” he said, using his old pet name for her. “You look stunning.”

“Oh stop it, Hank, you’re too much,” said Debbie but she giggled in spite of herself. She did love it when Hank praised her. “You ever met this wife of his?”

“No, but Frank sure talked about her a lot back in the day. They were high school sweethearts, you know.”

“Aw, how sweet.” Debbie smiled. The thought of a couple being together since high school was pretty adorable and made the blonde bombshell want to melt. But she was still skeptical that she would have much in common with some twig from the left coast.

“Frank started his own construction company after school and he does pretty well for himself now. Laurie’s a lawyer out there.”

“Hmm.” Debbie wasn’t sure about that at all. A California lawyer sounded kind of snotty. Since graduating college Debbie's focus had been her kids. In her little dream world she'd have been a stay at home mom but with expensive tastes she'd taken a part time job at Bank of Texas in Burnett. With her two eldest now sixteen and eighteen she'd taken full time hours and been promoted to Assistant Manager. Not exactly a lawyer but Debbie figured she could hold her own with any California airhead. Hank had mentioned that, even after marriage, Laurie had retained her maiden name and still practiced law under it at Belmontes & Singh LLC. If some skinny bitch gave her any guff, Debbie was quite prepared to kick her scrawny ass all the way back to California. But, she reminded herself, she’d promised Hank to be on good behavior tonight.

* * *

Laurie stared out the car window, watching the scrubby west Texas landscape roll past. It wasn’t all that different from her familiar surroundings in California, where she usually saw dry brown Oak chaparral when she looked outside. Then they passed by a billboard advertising a local megachurch – “Where will you spend eternity?? Lubbock First Baptist Church. 1458 Canton Ave. Come, Be Saved!” – and Laurie remembered that she wasn’t (figuratively speaking) in Kansas anymore.

Like Debbie, Laurie had a few nips and tucks over the years that helped her to keep her youthful appearance. But despite multiple liposuction operations, Laurie was still massively fat. Maybe if she changed her eating habits, she wouldn’t need to have excess adipose sucked out of her belly and thighs every few years, but Laurie was never one to deny herself. Unlike Debbie, though, Laurie’s enormous bosom was all natural, held in place by a monster bustier. Laurie had also finally started to gray, but the vain vixen dyed for hair to keep her exotic raven-tressed look of her youth.

“Why haven’t I ever met this friend of yours, Frank?” asked Laurie.

“Well, it’s not like we get out to Texas very often,” said Frank, keeping his eyes on the road. It wasn’t easy. Laurie was also a master of the well-maintained sexy fat look, so his eyes kept straying unbidden to soak up her wide sexy body poured into her little black cocktail dress. It was short enough that Frank could almost see up her entire thigh and Laurie’s hefty hooters threatened to surge out of the top every time that she inhaled. Under Laurie’s black dress, a straining Spanx girdle helped to keep her own billowing curves in check.

“And what am I supposed to do while you’re both reminiscing about your glory days?”

“That’s why Hank’s bringing his wife too. I’ll bet that you and Debbie hit off great.”

Laurie snorted. Back in California, she was a highly feared bulldog of an attorney. What could she possibly have to say to some bimbo Texan wifey?

“You too, Maddie, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of fun there.”

The motion of the car was slowly lulling the young blonde woman in the back seat to sleep, but she perked up when Frank addressed her. Maddie had worked in Laurie’s firm for several years now, becoming Laurie’s trusted assistant as well as close friend. Maddie was more than that, though. Since she’d caught Frank and Laurie in flagrante delicto in Laurie’s office once, she had also become the third leg in their occasional threesomes.

“Yes, Mr. Montagna.”

“You know, you CAN call me Frank.”

“No, don’t encourage her,” interrupted Laurie, “You have to maintain an image while we’re in public.” She twisted around in her seat to address Maddie. “Remember, Maddie, I don’t want you being too familiar. It’s Mr. Montagna tonight, okay? We want to make sure these Hills know we’re not just some yahoos from the stix like they are.”

“Yes, Mrs. Belmontes.”

“Good girl.”

“They’re not yahoos from the stix,” said Frank, “Burnett is bigger than, well, some places, you know. Hank runs one of the biggest auto dealers there.”

“And just what does this Debbie woman do?”

“She's an assistant manager or something at Bank of Texas.”

"Really! Wow! So the Fed call her up for advice on how to handle Wall Street?"

"Laurie," gasped Frank.

“Just what I want to do on my vacation, make small talk with some Texas hillbilly,” sniffed Laurie. Frank was here to meet old friends, but Laurie was just tagging along for a change of scenery and to be close to her husband. She rifled through to purse to find her make-up kit.

“I don’t know, Laurie, you might have something in common. They say Hank’s wife used to be a cheerleader too. Maybe you guys could compare notes.”

Laurie flipped open her pocket mirror and carefully examined her reflection. Perfect, every last detail was in place. She grinned widely to look at her perfect white teeth.

“A cheerleader, huh?”

“Yeah, Hank mentioned she was pretty serious.” Frank grinned. “Remember when you could still do cartwheels?”

“What do you mean ‘remember when?’ I can still do cartwheels.”

Frank laughed. “Laurie, if you tried to do a cartwheel, you’d knock yourself out with your boobs. And that’s just if you’re lucky.”

Laurie couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh Frank, you jerk.”

She puckered her lips and reapplied her lip gloss.

“Laurie. You will play nice. For my sake, babe?”

He squeezed her hand. Laurie smiled back at him.

“Okay. For your sake, fatass.”

“Maddie, you gonna keep my baby in line tonight?”

“Yes, Mr. Montagna.”

* * *

The reunion was being held in the main conference room of the Marriott Inn, a luxury hotel. It was already crowded by the time that Hank and Debbie made their way downstairs, a large mob gathered around the bar and caterers scurrying back and forth from the kitchen bearing trays of finger foods. Smaller knots of old classmates had already broken off to congregate in the hallways and in some of the smaller adjacent conference suites to talk in private. Debbie tummy grumbled inside its tight Spanx prison, so she was happy to see that at least this event had food.

“Bruschetta?” asked a waiter, presenting a tray of little toast slices.

“Please,” said Debbie, plucking a bruschetta and popping it into her mouth.

“There they are! Frank!” Hank waved at someone across the room, dashing off to get their attention.

Like Hank, Frank was a solidly built former athlete. But where Hank still managed to keep in shape, Frank was quite a bit heftier, much of his former muscle now turned to flab, with a large gut and sagging love handles. Still, his full head of hair, only lightly tinged with gray, gave him a powerful, regal look equal to Hank’s.

Laurie, meanwhile, was huge. The raven-haired beauty looked mature but still positively milfy packed into a sparkling, strapless black cocktail dress. Even at her vast size, Laurie’s bust dominated her figure, her breasts sloshing over her dress cups as she wiggled toward her hosts.

Behind the power couple stood a younger woman, a plump blonde in her late-20s in a green figure-hugging dress. Not even the extra frill around the mid-section could disguise that this woman had gained weight recently; the dress was snug enough around her middle that you could see the slight indent of her navel. Still, she looked positively svelte standing next to Frank and Laurie.

“Frank! It’s you!”

“Hank! Son of a gun, you haven’t changed a bit!”

The two men went into a vigorous handshake that soon turned into a bear hug. When they released, Frank pointed to his wife next to him.

“Hank, I want you to meet my wife Laurie.”

Laurie nodded, smiling a tight-lipped smile.

“Laurie! Frank’s told me so much about you.” Frank had often talked about his girlfriend back home during college, regaling Hank with stories about her many exciting qualities. Not the least of which was her knock-out figure. Hank remembered now that Frank had always described Laurie as pretty full-figured, but it looked like middle age spread had helped her blimp into a genuine hefty hottie.

“And this is Maddie, Laurie’s personal assistant.”

“Charmed.” Hank leaned forward to shake Maddie’s hand.

“I want to introduce you all to my wife Debbie.”

Still chatting amiably, Hank led his guests over to the bar, where Debbie was finishing off her bruschetta and wiping some crumbs from her cleavage.

“Debbie, honey, come meet Frank and Laurie and this is their friend Maddie.”

Debbie turned and her eyes fell on Laurie. She worked hard to hide her surprise; this was not what she had expected at all! Sure, Frank looked about what she expected – he had that same amiable ex-jock look that she recognized in her own husband. But Laurie didn’t look anything like the California floozy that she’d imagined. Instead, she was a mega-mammaried blimp that rivaled Debbie in size.

“I’m so glad to meet you both,” said Debbie. Her smile didn’t falter for a moment. She had trained to always be a perfect southern hostess, so she knew better than to let her guests know how she really felt. She wanted them to feel perfectly at home.

Laurie, meanwhile, was not nearly so delicate. Her face betrayed her shock. When she was younger, Laurie would have dismissed Debbie as a fat pig and felt nothing but contempt for a woman who let herself go like that. But now that she was older, Laurie actually felt a sharp pang of jealousy looking at this blonde bombshell. Debbie pulled off the hot fat look perfectly, maybe even better than Laurie did. Shit, I thought she’d be some frumpy housewife. Laurie and Frank had a solid, loving marriage, but that hadn’t tempered the prickly, jealous nature of her youth.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” said Hank. “What will you have?”

“Oh let me help–,” began Frank.

“This is on me,” said Hank, “My first time seeing my old pal in years and you won’t let me show you some real southern hospitality? You know me better than to fight me on this, Frank.”

Frank acquiesced. “Alright, then I’ll have a Guinness Extra Stout.”

“Midori sour for me, please,” said Laurie.

“Debbie?”

“You know my drink, Hank.”

“A tequila sunrise, it is. And you, Maddie?”

“Just a rum and coke for me, please,” said Maddie.

“Alright. You all wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Hank started across the room.

“So Frank, Hank tells me you run a construction business out there in San Fran,” drawled Debbie.

“Close, we’re just outside the city, in the east bay,” said Frank. “A little town called Los Hermanos.”

“Nobody calls it San Fran, honey,” said Laurie, chuckling smugly.

“No?”

“That’s okay, honey, you couldn’t be expected to know that.”

“Oh one second, on second thought I think a mojito is more my speed tonight,” said Debbie, “Would you excuse me for just a second? I’ll just quick change my order.”

“No problem,” said Laurie, smiling a plastic smile. She watched Debbie’s round ass wobble as the bloated bunny wiggled her way across the dance floor to reach her husband at the bar.

She met Hank at the bar just before he put their order in.

“Could you change mine to a mojito, honey?” Then she lowered her voice: “Hank, she’s huge! I didn’t know they grew them that big out there.”

“I guess Frank’s got better taste than you thought, huh, Squeezy?”

Debbie scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean, Hank Hill?”

“I mean, you thought you’d have to waste your whole evening talking to some Hollywood waif who eats kale and drinks lemon water, but I’ll bet this girl enjoys a good meal as much as you do.”

“She’s kind of a bitch, though.”

“Maybe she just needs some time to warm up. Frank’s a fun guy, I bet any woman he’d marry would be fun too. Get a couple Texas-sized drinks in her and I bet she’ll tone down her attitude fast. Why don’t you head back to the table and let me worry about bringing you drinks?”

Debbie smiled. That didn’t sound so bad.

Laurie, meanwhile, was definitely feeling just a tad threatened by her hostess. Laurie wasn’t used to being charming – as a powerhouse lawyer back home, she was used to being bossy, being demanding, being condescending and snarky and sugary sweet when she needed to be. But Debbie, for all her flirtatiousness, exuded a genuine southern warmth. Frank definitely seemed to enjoy her presence. Laurie didn’t like that at all.

“Frank, do you think she’s hotter than me?”

“What? Why would you ask that, Laurie. You know you’re the only woman for me.”

Laurie narrowed her eyes, watching Debbie bustle about at the bar in her full-to-bursting pink dress.

“You didn’t tell me she was such a hottie!”

Frank chuckled. “Are you jealous?”

“No!”

“Maddie, I think Laurie’s jealous.”

“I’m not jealous – don’t bring her into this! You could have told me.”

“Laurie…you promised you’d be nice. Be a good kitty.”

“But Frank –”

“Who’s my good fat kitty?”

Laurie relented. “I am.”

“What are you now?”

“I’m your good fat kitty.”

“Okay then.”

Maddie was always impressed by how Frank was able to control his wife when she was high on bitch-a-hol. She didn’t have time to think about it, though, because Hank and Debbie soon returned with drinks.

* * *

After a few rounds, Hank and Frank were having a raucous boys’ talk, trading old war stories. Even Maddie was enjoying the conversation, amused at the locker room gossip and egging them on to reveal more and more goofy tales of their college hi-jinks. Debbie chuckled politely, but couldn’t help drumming her plump manicured fingers on the table. Laurie was bored out of her skull and couldn’t keep a sour expression off her face. The two women entertained themselves by picking appetizers off the trays whenever one of the catering staff came by.

Hank was the first to notice that the wives weren’t interested in their reminisces.

“Debbie, I think we’ve been boring you girls too much. Maybe you want some time for your girl talk?”

Debbie picked up on the cue, just happy to have an excuse to get away from these old stories. “Well, we’ve been polite long enough, haven’t we girls? Why don’t we head in back to one of the private rooms and leave these old boys to their glory day tale?” She popped another canapé into her mouth. How many was that? Debbie had lost count already, but she was starting to feel a little uncomfortably bloated. It didn’t help that her girdle was squeezing her tightly too!

Laurie was just fine with that. “I’d be delighted, Debbie.” She shoved a final puff pastry in her mouth and pushed herself to her feet. “Let’s leave these bores to their beers.” She kissed Frank on the cheek. “Later, sweetie. We’re going to have some girl time now.”

“You girls don’t get into any trouble on your own, alright?” said Hank.

“Oh we’ll be good,” said Debbie laughing. She got to her feet unsteadily (the booze was really starting to hit her) and gave Hank a kiss.

“Yes,” said Laurie. “We’ll be good kitties.”

* * *

The three women tottered to one of the hotel’s private side rooms, n opulently decorated room with modern art paintings on the walls and plush leather chairs around a glass coffee table. They were all pleasantly buzzed, a feeling that made both Debbie and Maddie feel good but Laurie feel spiky.

“Phew, so glad to get away from them for a few minutes,” said Debbie, stifling a hiccup. “You know how boys talk when they get started.”

Debbie settled her fat rear into one of the soft chairs. Her eyes flicked over Laurie’s body as the top-heavy diva took a seat opposite her, taking in her massive rack and dangerous curves. No two ways about it, Laurie was massively stacked.

“Do I ever,” agreed Laurie, tipping her glass to her lips. Laurie’s vision was slightly blurred by alcohol, but her eyes were still laser focused on Debbie’s monster hips, boobs and butt packed into her snug salmon-colored dress. God, Debbie had curves!

“I’m so glad to finally meet you, Laurie,” slurred Debbie. “Hank said that Frank couldn’t stop talking about you back in school.”

“Hmm,” said Laurie, “Well, Frank is just such a dear.” She hiccupped. “So what do you do, Debbie?”

“Oh nothing much,” said Debbie with the carefully disguised false modesty of a Texas debutante. “I’m just Assistant Manager at Bank of Texas in Burnett.”

“How exciting,” said Laurie flatly. She shifted in her chair, feeling her own girdle creak. Hopefully no one else heard it, though. “I guess in a town like Burnett, you must be a pretty big wheel.”

“Well, I’m sure it’s not nearly as interesting as what you do. Hank tell me you’re a lawyer?”

“I was voted one of the top 100 tort lawyers in the bay area by California Law Today,” said Laurie arrogantly.

Debbie had no idea what a tort was. Wasn’t that a kind of cake? But she wasn’t about to admit that in front of this arrogant bitch. She was trying to be nice for Hank’s sake, but this woman’s attitude was really something!

“How nice, I’m sure there must be a lot of competition for that.” She turned to Maddie. “And Maddie, you’re Laurie’s assistant?”

“Maddie is just such a treasure,” said Laurie, answering before Maddie could open her mouth. “We wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without her.”

Maddie couldn’t help but smirk. Truth be told, Maddie really was indispensible these days – but this was the first time that she had ever head Laurie admit it and now it was only to show off to Debbie.

Debbie arched an eyebrow. Laurie might take her for an air-headed trophy wife that Hank kept around solely so he could ogle her tits and ass, but she wasn’t dumb. She could read people pretty well, and something wasn’t gelling in Laurie’s claims. For one thing, the face Maddie made when Laurie started praising her abilities as an assistant. Debbie could tell that Maddie didn’t hear this sort of thing often, as much as Laurie wanted Debbie to believe it. This bitch is probably a real hard ass boss, thought Debbie.

Not that Debbie was exactly easy on the help. She was a demanding diva, but at least she wasn’t a total bitch.

“What’s the matter? She can’t answer for herself, darlin’?”

“Oh, sometimes Laurie just likes to –“ began Maddie but Laurie cut her off.

“What a charming way of speaking you have,” said Laurie. “That accent is just adorable.”

“Thank you, darlin’,” said Debbie coolly.

“Tarnation,” said Laurie in an exaggerated mockery of a Texas drawl. “All this hootin’ an’ a-hollerin’ has jest plumb tuckered me out, ah reckin’.”

Both Debbie and Maddie stared at Laurie. Debbie was not happy. What a bitch! This woman’s superior attitude was really pissing her off. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to make a scene, especially since she was the wife of one of Hank’s oldest friends. All she had to do was keep her cool tonight. Tomorrow this snooty brat would be on a plane back to California, to the land of crack and sunshine, and out of her life for good.

Debbie smiled an icy smile while running her finger around the rim of her half-filled glass.

“You know, some people think we have pretty funny accents out in California,” began Maddie, desperate to defuse the tension. “I’m originally from Simi Valley and some people say I still have some of that valley girl way of talking—“

“Ain’t that something,” said Debbie, her eyes still on Laurie. “So you used to cheerlead, Laurie?”

“Oh yes, back in high school.” Laurie smiled smugly. Laurie’s face was flushed a deep red from booze as she emptied her glass.

“Oh honey, high school? That’s just adorable. You know, I used to cheerlead for the Dallas Cowboys.”

Maddie watched the two queen bees jostling for dominance. It was a fascinating display, made all the more theatrical by the fact that a blonde in a light dress was vying against a raven in a black dress. It made the two bulging beauties look like opposing queens in a chess game.

“The Dallas…Cowboys,” repeated Laurie. Shit, no way. Debbie was a professional cheerleader? Laurie had grown too fat to cheerlead by the time she graduated high school, so she never pursued it any further.

“I think it’s just so cute that you were a cheerleader too,” continued Debbie, pointedly ignoring Laurie’s stunned reaction. “Even if you were only cheering in high school. But then, I guess not everyone’s got what it takes to get to the big leagues.”

“Musta been a long time ago,” said Laurie, “It’s such a shame that when you quit, all that muscle turns right to fat.”

That tears it!

“You wanna say somethin’, darling?”

The gloves were off. Both women were buzzed from too much alcohol and ready to rumble. At the same time, they were both too full and fat to bother standing up, so they’d have to trade barbs from across the room instead of coming to blows.

“You wanna talk about fat, you cow?” continued Debbie. “You’re way bigger than I am! You look like a whale!”

“You wish you had curves like me,” snarled Laurie, “Why else would you have such an obviously fake boob job?”

In response to Debbie’s shocked expression, Laurie continued: “Oh I can tell, sweetie. I’ve got the real thing, so I know a fake when I see it.” Grinning, she cupped her own massive melons with her hands.

“Yeah, well at least mine don’t sag!”

Now it was Laurie’s turn to goggle. Her mouth dropped open. “How dare you—!”

“Come off it, darlin’, you’re not fooling anyone! I can see all that undercarriage you’re wearing right through that dress of yours. You’d probably sag all the way to the floor without it!”

This was turning into a genuine catfight! Maddie had to find a way to defuse the situation or these two pampered princesses were going to tear each other apart.

“Laurie, Debbie, don’t you think –“

“Quiet, Maddie, no one asked you,” snapped Laurie.

“Gonna blame your assistant, darlin’?” drawled Debbie.

“Don’t you start telling me how to treat my staff!”

“You lay off, you fat bloated hog! Where do you get off, comin’ here and actin’ like the queen bee? You’re just an overstuffed blowhard who ain’t got no manners!”

“I don’t need to take that from a fat blonde bimbo! What have you done since you were a cheerleader? Sit on your ass and blow up? I’m a successful lawyer!”

“If you’re half as good at talkin’ as you are at eatin’, you’d be the best lawyer in the country! You’ve been stuffing your face all night – no wonder you couldn’t cheerlead past high school. You were probably already too much of a blimp to fit in the uniform!”

Maddie had to think fast. If she didn’t do something quick, these two mammoth MILFs would be at each other’s throats. Laurie leaned forward in her seat, nearly tipping over from the weight of her chest and the effects of the liquor. Maddie heard the soft groan of Laurie’s girdle fighting against her might girth as the buxom bitch inhaled deeply to begin another diatribe.

“Don’t think you can talk to me like that, you fat hick! Maybe if you didn’t sit around eating creamed corn and drinking moonshine like the rest of your hillbilly kinfolk, you’d still be a cheerleader instead of blowing up until your ass is the size of the Texas sky!”

Debbie slammed her glass onto the table, her face going red in anger.

“You wanna talk about eatin’ too much creamed corn, honey? Tell me, how do ya even fit into th’ court room? Do they hafta grease you up like a pig to even fit through the court room doors? Do they hafta count the jury box after court to make sure you didn’t get hungry and eat any of them?” Debbie sneered, her chest heaving as her breathing quickened in anger. Maddie could hear the same tell-tale groaning coming from Debbie’s dress too.

“Would you excuse me for just a second, please?” Maddie said, standing up. “I need to…powder my nose quick.”

“Fine! Why should I care what you do?”

“Go for it, darlin’. If I could, I’d be leavin’ too.’”

The two women were almost shouting at each other when Maddie left the room. She considered going to Frank and Hank for help, but she didn’t want to interrupt them in the middle of their conversation. Besides, if she was to be a good assistant, she really should handle this on her own. She was formulating a plan already, but she had no idea if it would work.

A waiter passed by with a tray of stuffed mushrooms. Maddie sprang into action.

“Hey, could I borrow that? Thanks!” The waiter gawked in confusion as Maddie snatched the tray from his hands and dashed away.

Back in the side room, the two hyper-voluptuous tarts were still screaming abuses at each other.

“Heeey, look what I found!” Maddie set the tray of stuffed mushrooms on the table between the two feuding fatties. Normally, one of Maddie’s jobs was to make sure that Laurie didn’t overeat at functions like this. Laurie was notoriously bad at judging her own limits and, when left to her own devices, would often overindulge until she felt sick. Poor Maddie had the thankless job of denying Laurie food. No matter how many times the arrogant, buxom diva ate herself sick, she never appreciated Maddie’s efforts and would usually throw a fit every time that Maddie intervened. It was worse when alcohol was being served, because Laurie could get downright belligerent after a few drinks. Or rather, more belligerent. Maddie had learned to use a subtle hand, casually redirecting wait staff so that they would avoid Laurie as she wandered through the party.

Tonight, though, Maddie had a plan. And a second helping of appetizers was exactly what these two women needed.

“Maddie, this is not the time,” snapped Laurie, but her hands still reached for an appetizer while she continued to snap insults at Debbie.

In her time working for Laurie, Maddie had developed an expert eye for judging the limits of clothing. She could tell just by examining the straining stitching on an elegant cocktail gown whether the seams were in eminent danger of ripping or if they had just enough give to accommodate one more cream puff or bite of shrimp scampi. She could tell if a gasping button on a jacket was ready to give or if it would hold out through just one more glass of sherry.

These two plumpers thought that their dirty little secret was safe, but Maddie knew. Sure, most other party attendees wouldn’t notice, but Maddie could see the nearly invisible lines beneath their elegant dresses that revealed they both needed a little extra help keeping their figures in check. Both women were packed into tight spanx girdles.

Even while they continued sniping at each other, they still couldn’t resist free food. Maddie watched as one woman, then the other, both reaching for the mushrooms, picking up treats to pop into their mouths between acidic barbs.

“Oooo! I’d kick your big butt right now if I hadn’t promised Hank I’d be nice to ya,” said Debbie, shoving a mushroom into her mouth.

“Ha! You wanna kick my butt? You’d hafta get up outta your chair to do that, fatso!” Laurie sneered, chewing on an appetizer.

“Why you—“

POP! POP! POP!

Debbie froze, a look of abject terror on her face, as a noise like rapid fire gunshots filled the room. She’d finally eaten one mushroom too many and her girdle was splitting apart as her overstuffed body popped out.

Laurie might have laughed at the sight, except that she could feel that not all the loud pops were coming from Debbie’s failing Spanx. Her own girdle was rapidly losing the battle against her swollen physique, ripping apart under the pressure of her hyper-voluptuous curves.

Maddie watched in barely concealed delight as the two pompous porkers burst their girdles simultaneously. She had timed it perfectly! Both Debbie and Laurie could only watch, helpless, as their freed bodies rapidly expanded up to their true sizes. They looked like two helium balloons inflating with gas. The expansion seemed to go on forever and for a moment Maddie began to feel like Debbie and Laurie might actually burst like a pair of overfilled blimps. It would be almost fitting; they were both so full of hot air!

When it stopped, Debbie and Laurie were left staring at each other in shock. Each other substantially larger than she’d appeared to be just moments earlier.

Maddie cleared her throat. “Well now. It looks like you two might have something in common that you’d like to talk about. I’ll just give you ladies some privacy.” She ducked out quickly, closing the door behind her. Outside the room, Maddie put her ear to the door and strained to listen. They weren’t yelling at each other anymore. That was a good sign.

Laurie broke the silence first.

“You wear a girdle?!” she said.

“I was about to say the same thing!” said Debbie, “I had no idea!”

“Neither did I.”

Silence.

“I really didn’t know. I guess…I guess I gotta admit, darlin’, you may be a bitch but you carry it well.”

“Thanks. I should say…you carry yours well too. For a blonde bimbo.”

“I just can’t believe, this whole time you were squeezed into a girdle too!”

“Well, a girl needs a little extra help at my age,” said Laurie. “But you! I was sure you…I thought for sure you were curvy but not THAT curvy!”

Debbie patted her swollen middle. “You might say, there’s a reason Hank calls me Squeezy.”

Laurie chuckled. “Frank calls me his Fat Kitty.”

“Now ain’t that sweet! I guess we’re both a bit bigger in the britches than we’d like to admit.” Debbie chuckled. “Plus, what can I say? Four pregnancies. That and the good life agrees with me. Honey, you know what they say. If you’re curvy and blonde at twenty, you’re going to be fat, rich and blonde by thirty. And, honey, I was damn curvy and blonde at twenty.”

“Shit, four pregnancies? You look… pretty great all things considered!”

“Hmmm, well, darlin’, in the spirit of reconciliation, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“No, I really meant it!”

Debbie reached into her purse to pull out her mobile phone. “Take a look.”

Debbie had a whole collection of digital photos of her kids. “Here’s Danielle. And Savanah. And the twins.”

“Aw, Savanah’s got your eyes.”

“She’s a cheerleader too, followin’ in Mom’s footsteps, I guess. Danielle takes more after her dad.”

Laurie pulled out her smart phone and pulled up a photo of a trim teenager. “That’s my Lauren.”

Debbie laughed. “She’s darling. I can tell she’s gonna be a real heart-breaker, just like her mom.”

“Oh, stop!” Laurie laughed. She patted her own ample tummy. “Of course, I’ve just had one. So I don’t have any excuse for this. Just too much love for that full-up feeling.”

Debbie brightened. “Oh honey, don’t talk to me about that! You KNOW I love that full-up feeling too.”

Both women laughed now. If there was one thing that they definitely had in common, it was a mutual love of that pleasantly stuffed feeling after good meal. Their waistlines certainly bore testament to that!

Outside the room, Maddie sighed in relief. The sound of girlish laughter had now replaced the yelling. It seemed like her gamble had paid off.

* * *

Debbie tapped her empty glass. She wasn’t sure how long she and Laurie had been sitting there, talking – long enough that they’d sent Maddie several times to refill their glasses. It took a lot of alcohol to get these two ladies sloshed, but they were definitely still feeling it. Luckily, their initial booze-addled antipathy had melted into a sloppy, drunken camaraderie as they gossiped about everything from their cheerleading days to their families to their love of food.

“So you think the boys have had enough alone time out there?” asked Debbie.

“Yeah, but how (hic) are we gonna… how are we gonna get out of here without anyone noticing that… well, we’re both suddenly a lot bigger?”

“Darlin’, ain’t no one out there from Burnett and I’ll bet there ain’t no one out there from, where was it, Los Hermanos? You ain’t never gonna see any of these people again in your life, so they won’t be able to tell if we’re a little wider and a little thicker coming out than we were goin’ in.”

Laurie threw back the rest of her drink. “Let’s do it. Come help me up, sweetie, the booze is starting to hit me.”

Debbie pushed herself to her feet and wiggled over to Laurie, her walk inhibited both by alcohol and her dress’s tightness. Honestly, it was a miracle that the two hefty hotties had busted their girdles without splitting their dresses.

“Let’s go show the world how these two hot fat wives roll,” said Debbie, putting her arm around her former rival as Laurie struggled to rise. Smiling slyly, Laurie put her arm around Debbie’s thick back.

“Let’s,” she said.

* * *

“How do you do it, Maddie?” asked Frank. He shook his head is disbelief and drained his glass of Jack Daniels. Laurie and Debbie were across the room chatting, well, if not amiably at least civilly. They each looked substantially bigger than they had when they first arrived. It wasn’t possible that they’d gained THAT much extra weight in one night, but Maddie pantomimed an exploding girdle at him and Frank understood.

Maddie grinned sheepishly. “Sometimes, you have to just have light touch.”

“That’s amazing,” said Hank. Hank wasn’t worried about Debbie holding her own, but
He was glad to see the wives getting along. “Look at them now, thick as thieves.” He turned to Frank, pointing his glass at Maddie. “You ever consider partin’ with her? Listen, Maddie, you ever get tired of workin’ for this chump, we could use a girl with your talents here in Texas.”

“Tempting,” said Maddie, “But I’ll stay with the devil I know.”

They all laughed. Across the room, Debbie and Laurie were laughing too. It was a good reunion.

* * *
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Coke and Mentos
By Mollycoddles

“Jen! What are you doing?”

Jen lowered her red cup of Coca Cola to fix her friend Alice with a quizzical look. In her other hand, she clutched a roll of mint Mentos tablets. Surely she wasn’t about to actually eat Mentos after drinking Coca Cola? Alice knew that Jen wasn’t the brightest bulb, but even a ditz like Jen would surely know what a dangerous combination that was!

“Um, like I’m just having some coke and Mentos!” said Jen, rolling her eyes as if the question was just completely ridiculous. A bottom-heavy brunette bimbo, Jen was almost as famous for her airheaded antics as for her massive rounded rump – even sitting on the living room sofa, it was hard to miss Jen’s most obvious feature, as her hips flared around below her chubby waist into enormous thunder thighs and a bodacious booty that strained against the limits of her khaki short shorts.

Alice shook her head. Alice was a shy chubby blonde, more apple than pear like her bubble-headed friend, but she was also a little more sensible than Jen. For one thing, while Jen was happy to parade around in a snug baby doll T-shirt that exposed the ring of pudge around her middle and tight cut booty shorts that left the bottom quarter of her thick buttocks exposed, Alice was dressed in a much more modest cargo pants and striped polo shirt combination. You could still tell that Alice was a big girl – there was no hiding those rounded curves or that hefty gut – but at least she wasn’t making a spectacle of herself.

“Jen! That’s dangerous. Haven’t you seen those videos on the Internet—“

“Yeah, I totally did! I saw on the Internet that, like, Mentos will react with, like, the fizz in Coke and give you a totally awesome high!”

“No, Jen, Coke reacts with Mentos to create a giant fizzy reaction that’ll….”

“Like, what? That’s blow up? That’s, like, totally ridiculous.”

Alice paused. Now that Jen said it out loud, it really DID sound ridiculous.

“Besides, I’m, like, not even drinking that much. Just like a little bit, it’s totally harmless.”

Before Alice could say another word, Jen popped a tablet into her mouth and washed it down with a chug of soda.

“Jen! Please, be careful!” cried a horrified Alice, clutching her chest in shock.

“Like, don’t worry so much, Alice! It’s totally safe!” Jen lowered her empty cup, smacking her lips. “It’s totally… whoooooa!!!”

Alice gasped as Jen flopped backwards onto the couch, giggling.

“Jen! Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Like, they weren’t kidding! This toooootally gives you such a rush!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Ohmygawd, Alice, you haaave to try this!”

“Hmm, well, if you say it’s safe…” Alice picked up the plastic liter bottle of Coke on the coffee table and squinted at the label. Jen giggled and moaned on the couch, rolling her eyes back into her head. Wow, she really did seem to be having a good time! Alice bit her lip in concern. She didn’t want to miss out on the fun, although she had a hard time not thinking about some of the ominous rumors that she’d read about the dreaded Coke and Mentos combination on the Internet.

“C’mon, Alice, don’t be such a ninny! It’s totally awesome! Wooo, I can feel the bubbles rushing up my nose!” Jen howled with hysterical laughter, clutching at her chubby tummy. “Oh my Gawd, I can feel the bubbles tickling in my tummy too!”

“Alright, I guess you’re right. Scoot over!”

Jen shifted her wide butt to the side to allow Alice to plop her own corpulent form down on the couch next to her. The fat blonde poured herself a cup of soda as Jen held out a single Mentos tablet.

“Bottoms up!” Alice swigged her cup before grabbing the Mentos and popping it into her own mouth. The effect was immediate.

“Oh wow!”

“See? I totally told you!”

“This feels soooo strange!” said Alice. Already, she could feel the rush of fizzy bubbles inside her, filling her up and making her feel light-headed and dizzy. It was almost like being tipsy and Alice had to restrain herself to keep from giggling like her ditzy friend.

“Wow, this really is amazing! I’ve never felt so… so light!” As a big girl, Alice always felt weighed down by her extra pounds. But with all those bubbles fizzing inside her, she almost felt lighter than air. If she didn’t know better, she might think that she was about to float away like a cloud on the breeze.

“Isn’t it the best? I don’t know why people are, like, so worried about this!” laughed Jen. Before she could say another word, a sudden belch exploded from her mouth. Both girls broke into hysterical giggles in response.

“Jen! You burped!” laughed Alice before a similar burp burst from her own lips.

“Ha ha! I can’t help it! This fizz is making me all, like, gassy! And … oh!”

Jen stopped laughing, a concerned looking crossing her normally pallid, cow-like face.

“What’s wrong, Jen?”

“Umm….like, I dunno? Something feels weird all of a sudden.”

“What do you mean? I…oh.” Alice stopped laughing, as her stomach twinged painfully. Oh no. That felt like a major gas cramp starting.

“Ugh, oh no, that’s too much gas,” mumbled Alice, gritting her teeth. “Oh, that kinda hurts!”

“Oh Jeez! You’re not kidding! I, like, suddenly feel all bloated! Wait! Ohmygawd, look!”

Jen pointed at her midsection. Her stomach looked slightly rounder than usual, pressing against the fabric of her snug baby doll enough that Alice could see the slight depression of Jen’s deep navel.

“Jen… are you… are you getting bigger?”

“I, like, I…” Jen stuttered in confusion. Her stomach, a tiny mound pressing against her shorts, gurgled ominously and began to push out further.

“OhmyGawd! Alice! It’s, like, totally happening to you too!”

“Oh no!” Alice cried out, clutching her own middle. Her plump tummy was indeed feeling strangely full and bloated; all that fizz was building up, stretching the poor girl’s stomach and making her bloat up! The stitches in her polo shirt whined as Alice’s gut pushed forward. She was inflating just as surely as if someone had jammed the hose of a bicycle pump into her belly button and started to pump her up like a balloon. Already a thin strip of burgeoning pink flesh peeked out from beneath the hem of her polo shirt as the garment began to ride up the swell of her gut.

“My belly! My belly! I’m, like, blowing up!” cried Jen in surprise. She stared at herself in confusion, watching as her soft, pillowy tummy pushed harder and harder against the metal snap on her booty shorts. The snap quivered and shook, the fabric puckering around it as her stomach continued to bloat. She was mesmerized, even as her tight shorts began to pinch her uncomfortably, so shocked by her own growth that she didn’t even think to unsnap her shorts herself to give her tummy some relief. In moments, that became a moot point, though, when the snap busted open on its own accord and the zipper slipped down with a soft grating sound, allowing her thickening, plumping potbelly to billow outwards.

“Oops, I popped my shorts,” said Jen sheepishly.

“Jen, you’re getting huge!” cried Alice. Almost on cute, she felt a release around her own waist as her basketball-sized belly busted the button on her cargo pants. Poor Alice had chosen pants that buttoned rather than snapped, so the lost button flew across the room. Damnit! Jen would be able to resnap her shorts when – or if? – she ever deflated again, but now Alice had completely ruined her pants. She would need to get Abida to resew the button when this was all over. Or – Alice shuddered to think – she might need to get Abida to let out her all her pants if this swelling didn’t go down on its own!


“Help! Like, help!” cried Jen, rocking back and forth on the couch. “I’m totally stuck! Ugh, and, like, I’m still growing! Ooooo, still, like, feels pretty good, though!”

“Yeah, it’s weird, but… it kinda does!” Alice nodded. Despite some of the initial pain of her skin stretching to accommodate her newly expanded belly, the bubbly euphoria hadn’t subsided. If she wasn’t so panicked, she might be lulled right back into a dreamy stupor!

The sound of a door opening drew the two inflated balloon-girls’ attention away from their own expanding predicament for a moment as their mutual friend Laurie walked into the room.

“Hey, what’s going on in…” Laurie’s words trailed off as she stopped at the threshold of the room, staring in shock. Like Alice and Jen, Laurie was a pudgy teen. But while Alice carried her extra pounds in her thick rolling hips and sagging belly and Jen carried hers in thunder thighs and massive buttocks, Laurie distributed her weight into a perfect hourglass that gave her soft luscious curves that filled out her skin-tight jeans to perfection and enormous swinging breasts that filled out her fuzzy sweater to bursting. Her long straight jet-black hair swung behind her like a shimmering raven waterfall.

“Oh. My. Gawd. What did you two dumbasses do?” asked Laurie, an amused smile playing on her glossy lips as she drank in the scene before her. Her two best friends, their shirts rolled up under their boobs, their pants busted open, their tight, quivering bellies swollen to the size of overinflated basketballs.

“Laurie! Please! You have to help us!” cried Alice, leaning back to give her swollen middle more room to expand. Both she and Jen were breathing quick, shallow breaths as their gas-filled guts pressed against their diaphragms with increasing pressure.

“You two look like a pair of overinflated bullfrogs,” said Laurie, whipping out her cellphone. “I gotta document this.”

“Laurieeeee, no!” whined Jen. “Please, help!”

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie, I’m not gonna post it. I just want something to remember this hilarious moment.” The busty bitch chuckled to herself, sauntering between her two spherical friends to plop between them on the couch. She held her cellphone at arm’s length and made a pouty duckface before snapping another photo, this time a selfie with the two bloated bunnies. This will be a great comparison pic, thought Laurie smugly.

“Laurie…we’re still… growing! What if it doesn’t stop?”

“Well, what did you two gasbags do to start this?”

“We just had some Coke and Mentos!”

Laurie clicked her tongue. “Sweeties, why would you do that? Haven’t you ever seen those videos on the Internet? That’s not a good combination.”

“But… Jen said… Jen said it felt good…”

“And when was listening to Jen ever a good idea?”

“But it did!” protested Jen, cradling her bloated belly with both hands. The vast orb was as big as a globe now, tight and round and straining t o the touch. “It felt awesome! I mean, it was kind of weird… but it did feel really good!”

“Well, not much to do now, you two will just have to wait until your fizz runs its course.”

Alice burped loudly, startling Laurie enough that the fashionable diva whipped around in her seat.

“Sorry!” said Alice, blushing. “That’s the only way I can get any of the gas out.”

On cue, Jen farted loudly, the thundering blast escaping her rear with enough force that she was nearly propelled off the couch.

“Um, like, sorry?” said Jen, shrugging her shoulders. “All this gas is, like, kinda making me farty.”

“Ugh, well, I hope that it was all worth it for you two. Because look what you’ve done. You’ve gone and turned yourselves into a pair of bloated blimping balloons. And now you’re all gassy too. You both look ridiculous.”

Alice whimpered miserably. Laurie’s admonishment wasn’t making her feel any better, but at least the inflation seemed to be slowing down. The bloated blonde experimentally pressed her fingertips against the mottled pink surface of her inflated belly, testing her fullness. Her fingers sank slightly into her abundant flesh. Not a lot but enough. There was still some give in her skin, so she wasn’t filled to the limit. Thank goodness! Alice sighed in relief. She looked like she was nine months pregnant, but at least she wasn’t going to explode!

“Oof! Jen, Laurie, I think… I think it stopped!”

“Oh, like, thank Gawd!” sighed Jen, patting her own bulging bump. She also looked like a massive preggo. Hopefully they wouldn’t have to go out in public before they managed to expel all the gas, because everyone would think they were pregnant. “I think I’m done too. Wow! That was, like, totally such a weird rush! It, like, kinda felt good, though, so, like, it’s too bad that it, like, totally makes you get all bloated!”

“Feels good?” asked Laurie, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

“Yeah,” agreed Alice. “It was..I dunno…it gave you such a cool bubbly feeling.”

“Ya know, I don’t even know why people get so freaked out about this,” said Jen. Now that she wasn’t blowing up anymore, she felt a lot more in control. “It’s totally safe! Like, I totally have lots more give in my gut!”

“Oh really?” Laurie smirked. She couldn’t help but find it amusing how quickly these two plumpers went from panicked that they were about to pop to rationalizing away all the danger. She picked up the roll of Mentos that Jen had dropped onto the couch cushions next to her. “Care for another tab then?”

“Um….” Jen’s expression betrayed her ambivalence. She clearly did miss the bubbly, tickling feeling of inflating with soda fizz, but even she wasn’t a big enough bimbette to think that risking a second round of inflation was a good idea. “I dunno about that, Laurie.”

“Yeah, I think maybe we’ve had enough,” agreed Alice.

Laurie shrugged and popped a tablet into her own mouth. Before her friends could protest, the raven-haired beauty queen snatched the liter of Coke off the table. Jen and Alice stared, horrified, as Laurie wrapped her lips around the nozzle and chugged the entire body.

“Laurie! No! You don’t know what you’re doing!” cried Alice.

Laurie didn’t answer, her cheeks bulging with liquid as she struggled to guzzle the fizzy drink as fast as possible. A trickle of soda dribbled down her chin as more and more of the sweet liquid disappeared down her throat. With one loud labored final slurp, the last of the soda disappeared and Laurie pulled the bottle from her lips with a loud sigh.

“Like, you prolly shouldn’t have done that,” mumbled Jen, uncertainly staring at Laurie’s pudgy tummy, already hanging over her shiny bling bling belt like a doughy avalanche, and waiting to see it begin growing.

Laurie shrugged, before tossing the empty bottle behind the couch. “Whatever. You two look like you’re doing fine to me.”

“Um… we only had like a couple sips.”

Laurie turned, her eyes flashing. “What?”

“We had, maybe, like half a cup each?” said Jen, grinning nervously and shrugging her shoulders. “You had, like, a whole liter.”

Laurie’s belly gurgled ominously.

“And look how big we got!” said Alice, motioning to her bloated belly. “You’re gonna get huge, Laurie!”

“Oh come on, it can’t—oh!”

Laurie jerked her head as she felt the first wave of bubbly bliss hit her hard. Whoa! Wow! Oh shit! Jen and Alice might have talked up the rush, but she still wasn’t prepared for anything like this!

“Whoa, you two weren’t kidding! This feels amaaaaazing!” Laurie snorted, putting a hand to her forehead to steady herself. Wow, she was having trouble thinking this felt so good! She almost didn’t even care when the inevitable swelling began. Slowly at first. She probably wouldn’t have even noticed if Alice didn’t start nattering as soon as Laurie’s gut began pushing out. Laurie could feel the bubbles inside, filling her up, bloating her out.

“Ohhh, Laurie, you’re…you’re blowing up!” cried Alice.

“You’re, totally, getting way bigger way faster than we did!” agreed Jen.

“Eh, you two ninnies need to stop worrying so much,” muttered Laurie. She ran her hands over her burgeoning middle, admiring how tight and full it already felt, a warm comforting mass beneath the stretching wool of her fuzzy angora sweater. She couldn’t yet see her belly beyond the swell of her titanic tits, but she could feel it growing. Bigger and bigger, rounder and rounder. And, wow, she really was growing fast! Already her jeans were strangling her, cutting into the distended flesh of her ballooning paunch. Her belt felt like it was going to cut her in half! But the bubbly bliss in her head made her feel mellow and lethargic, so she couldn’t bring herself to care enough to unbuckle.

“Laurie, you need to get that gas out of you fast before you burst!” said Alice. “Try forcing yourself to burp!”

“Or fart,” added Jen helpfully.

“Er…burping might be preferable,” said Alice, blushing at Jen’s bluntness.

“I don’t need to do either,” sniffed Laurie. She had far too much dignity to either belch or fart in front of her friends!

“You might not have a choice soon. Look at how big you’re getting! Laurie, I think… I’m afraid that you’re gonna blow!”

“Ughhhh, mama can handle anything,” growled Laurie through gritted teeth. She ran her manicured hands over the swell of her enormous belly, her breathing short and shallow as she massaged the massive orb in hopes that she could reduce the uncomfortable feeling of tightness. It did no good. Jen and Alice watched in horror as their friend’s titanic tummy continued to grow and grow, pulsing and throbbing as it ballooned. Laurie’s sweater creaked and groaned as it stretched, tiny splits appearing down the side seams as threads popped under the pressure of her blimping middle.

Laurie squirmed in her seat, sliding her butt down and leaning back as her enormous belly demanded more room to expand. It was beginning to impede her breathing as her overloading, gas-filled gut pressed against her lungs and forced her enormous tits up into her face.

“Laurie, this is really, like, getting out of control!” said Jen, “You’re, like, getting way bigger than either of us!”

“Yeah,” agreed Alice, “We only drank half a bottle each and look how big we got!” The chubby blonde pointed at her own gas-filled gut, which, inflated so round that it filled her lap and stretched nearly to her knees, certainly looked big but was positively dwarfed by Laurie’s still expanding mid-section. “You’re already twice as big!”

“She’s, like, almost THREE times as big!” countered Jen.

“Jeez, will you two ditzes knock it off?” snapped Laurie. “You’re just freaking out over nothing. I just drank a liter of pop, what’s the worst that could fucking happen?”

Jen and Alice exchanged worried glances. Laurie’s use of the word “pop” brought to mind ominous possibilities.

Almost on cue, Laurie groaned out loud as the stretched leather of her bling bling belt finally gave up the ghost and busted in two, flinging her flashy belt buckle across the room. Without the belt to help cinch her gut, the vast globe pressed against the crotch of Laurie’s skintight jeans with added ferocity. Within seconds, her jeans button popped off with a loud PING!, following the lost buckle in its flight across the room. Laurie’s swollen belly bounced out, celebrating its new freedom by ballooning even faster as it spilled over the defeated elastic waistband of Laurie’s low-cut pink panties and out of the split fly of her decimated jeans.

“Arghhh, these jeans are brand new!” whined Laurie. Always fashionable, Laurie HATED it when she lost any of her fancy designer clothes. At the moment, she might even be more upset about her ruined jeans than about her inexorably ballooning body.

Next to go was the sweater as the stitches failed with high-pitched pops, the tears growing longer and wider as more of Laurie’s blimping belly forced its way out. Finally, the side seams split entirely and Laurie’s sweater ripped in half. As she continued to grow, her sweater became nothing more than a bib, covering her boobs and a diminishing portion of her increasing potbelly.

“Um, like, maybe we should get out of here,” mumbled Jen. Laurie’s stretched shirt was riding up the arc of her belly, revealing the stretched tight, rosy red flesh below. Laurie’s skin was so stretched around her blimping belly that it was flushed red, criss-crossed by a growing spider’s web of jagged red stretch marks. Her belly button, under enormous internal pressure, was nearly flush with the rest of her belly and, if she kept growing, it was certain to pop out like a turkey thermometer at any moment. And Laurie wasn’t showing any sign of stopping.

“What do you guys think you’re doing?” said Laurie archly, a note of panic finally creeping into the bitchy diva’s voice as she watched her two best friends struggle to escape the couch. Unfortunately for them, their own middles were already so large that they couldn’t find the leverage to stand up.

“I can’t move!” moaned Alice, cradling her own bloated gut. “My belly is too big!”

“Um, like, you just gotta try harder, Alice!” said Jen. The pear-shaped pixie rocked back and forth in her seat, but she had the added burden of a particularly low center of gravity thanks to her already ample bottom. Between her rounded rump and her bloated belly, Jen wasn’t moving from her seat.

“Don’t move so much!” warned Alice, “You’ll angry up the fizz! If you keep struggling like that, you’re only going to make all that soda carbonation start fizzing again and you’ll blow up even more!”

“Oh shit,” muttered Jen, the light bulb of realization going off in her head. Alice was right. She glanced sidelong at Laurie next to her, her eyes falling on that ginormous round beach ball sized belly. Laurie’s belly shuddered slightly as it grew.

“Um….Laurie? I think you’re really, like, getting big… maybe we should…” Jen’s voice trailed off as the bloated bimbo realized that there really was nothing that they could do. They were all trapped on the couch, incapable of getting away or calling for help, so all they could do was wait for the inflation to run its course and hope for the best.

Laurie’s belly was bare now as the remnants of her sweater slid up to form a tight roll right below her bust. This was beyond both Alice and Jen; those two girls had ballooned enough to bust the buttons on their pants but their shirts had managed to stretch enough to accommodate their growth.

“Wow, Laurie, your belly is actually way bigger than your boobs now!”

Through her pain, Laurie still found the presence of mind to flash Alice a furious stare. How dare she! Laurie was so proud of her pendulous bosom that she couldn’t stand the thought that her belly might actually grow so large as to eclipse her pride and joy. But it was true. Laurie’s voluptuous, voluminous hooters were only as big as mature watermelons; her belly was way huger by now! At least, she knew that her breasts would once again dominate her figure when her belly deflated… but she was still pissed that her titanic tits were taking the backseat even for a second!

“Ugh, Gawd, my belly is so…soooo…soooo tight!” She grimaced, pain shooting through her enormous big fat balloon belly. She was so swollen now that even touching her tummy was painful.

“Ooooohhhh… Gawd… I’m so full…I’m soooo tight!” Laurie panted, her face flushing despite herself. Neither Alice nor Jen knew about Laurie’s secret stuffing kink, so they had no idea how much Laurie loved the over-stuffed, over-crammed feeling of being “full up.” They had no idea that gorging until she was stuffed to the gills and ready to split open made Laurie so wet that she could soak through her panties and jeans and leave a big wet spot on the couch. And feeling herself fill with gas was just as pleasurable as filling herself with food.

“Oh Gawd… I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Laurie was panting and wheezing, barely able to contain the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.

“Oh Gawd, she’s gonna blow!” gasped Alice, instinctively scooting back in her seat as far as she could and clutching her own swollen belly as if she was afraid that the kick-back from Laurie’s inevitable detonation might damage her own balloon belly.

“Laurie! Like, stay strong! Hold it together! You can’t let yourself pop!” said Jen. The bloated bimbo was trying her best to be encouraging, even though she too was inching away from her over-filled friend.

“I’m…too big…I…I…oh my Gawd…I can feel it coming….”moaned Laurie, writhing in her seat and rubbing her legs together. The overside of her huge swollen belly felt hot and tight against her crotch. She was so horny now that she felt like her pussy was going to start inflating just like her belly! Oh Gawd, she just couldn’t hold it in!

Alice grabbed Laurie’s left hand and held it tight. “It’s okay, Laurie! We’re here for you! Just stay with us! Don’t explode! Jen, help her!” Alice looked at Jen and nodded toward Laurie’s right hand, curled up into a fist so tight that her knuckles were white.

Jen took the hint. “Oh! Yeah, like, don’t worry, Laurie! We’re here for you! We’ll stay with you!” She grabbed Laurie’s right hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Ughhh… I need…I need…” Laurie groaned.

“What do you need, Laurie?” asked Alice.

Laurie needed a lot of things. She was so turned on by her current predicament that she was pissed Alice and Jen were here instead of Frank. Oh what she would give to feel him slipping his big dick into her slick wet pussy as her belly grew bigger and bigger and tighter and tighter… But even more than that, she NEEDED to grow bigger! She needed to grow bigger and bigger until she was as big as a blimp! As big as the moon! As big as a planet! She needed to grow into a giant, gas-filled behemoth bigger than the universe and even that wouldn’t be enough!

“Oh Gawd, I’m..I’m…I’m gonna –POP!”

As Laurie yelled the word “pop,” her overburdened belly button finally popped from an innie to an outie with a loud bang. Laurie squeezed her friends’ hands so tightly that both Jen and Alice were certain that she was going to rip their arms out.

“Laurie! Laurie! Did you see? You didn’t pop! You’re still here! It was just your belly button!”

Laurie gave Alice a venomous slide-glance but she didn’t respond. Sweat poured down her glistening face, pooling in the canyon of her ponderously voluptuous cleavage. Her breathing cam in staccato bursts, like a pregnant woman in labor practicing Lamaze breathing.

“Yeah, but…like, I don’t think she’s done, Alice.” Jen pointed nervously at Laurie’s overfull belly. It was still growing. She was bigger than a beach ball now, but so round and red that her belly looked like a ripe tomato ready to burst. Absolutely engorged to her limits with gas, Laurie’s trembling blimp of a belly shuddered and quivered as it grow. It was like there wasn’t any give left in her. She was like a balloon that was pumped up to its utmost limit, a balloon that should have popped long ago, but by sheer force of will she was holding herself together. Yet the inflation didn’t stop. She kept pumping up and up and up, filling with more and more gas.

She couldn’t stop growing! She felt so full that she was sure that she must be nothing more than a human balloon, just an enormous billowing zeppelin of a girl. Laurie gripped her friends’ hands with all her might. Alice and Jen were terrified watching Laurie balloon out of control. But what could they do? All they could do was watch helplessly, hoping that the pompous Laurie would give up on maintaining her ridiculous dignity and actually try to force some of that gas out. But she was inflating so fast now that even if she did start farting and burping, it probably still wouldn’t be enough to stem the tide of inflation. Bigger, bigger, bigger… Rounder, rounder, rounder… until…

“Laurie! Burp it out! You have to!”

“I’m gonna…”

“Or, like, just fart it out. That works too!”

“I’m gonna…”

“What are you gonna do, Laurie?”

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…. EXPLODE!”

Alice and Jen barely heard that last word because, at that exact second, Laurie’s overburdened body finally pumped beyond its utmost limits. The raven-haired beauty burst into ribbons with a thunderous KABOOM just as the word “explode” escaped her plump, glossy lips. Jen and Alice were each thrown back against their respective ends of the couch by the blast.

Silence hung heavily in the room following Laurie’s detonation.

Alice blinked.

Jen gawked.

The two inflated honeys stared at each other, then at the shredded clothes that were all that remained of their former friend Laurie.

“Um, maybe we should cut back on the soda,” said Jen.

“Yeah,” agreed Alice, “Just for a little while, at least. Too much soda is definitely NOT good for you.”

***

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BBW Roxy Gets Stuck
By Mollycoddles

Roxanne frowned as she packed herself into her clubbing clothes. She just couldn’t understand what was wrong at all; these black vinyl pants had fit perfectly just last week. Now she had to fight with the reluctant zipper to get it all the way up. Must have shrunk in the wash, she told herself firmly. There wasn’t any other explanation. She couldn’t have gained weight. That would be impossible, since she hardly ever ate anything besides salads and granola. She had to keep her girlish figure, after all, if she hoped to snag a guy on one of her frequent midnight clubbing excursions.

The problem was that Roxy’s figure these days wasn’t so much girlish as womanly.

Roxy was a stunning Hispanic girl with ruby red lips and dark exotic eyes. With her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, it really showed off her pretty face – but also her rounded cheeks and slight double chin. She was a party girl and tonight was Saturday night, the night she always went out on the town with her girlfriends for some fun and abandon.

Of course, they mostly went bar hopping. And she did tend to drink rather heavily, but even the empty calories in alcohol shouldn’t be able to account for her clothes’ new tightness. What she didn’t realize, though, was that when she was drunk, she tended to get hungry, too. And she didn’t always pay attention to what she ate when she was feeling ravenous on those midnight rampages. That was the main reason that Roxy had been gaining weight lately: too many empty calories from booze and beer and too many late night drunken visits to all-night pizza joints and gyro stands.

“I just don’t get it!” she said to herself as she struggled to pull this pair of tight black pants over her thighs. They were normally tight, so that she could show off her shapely legs and cute rounded butt, but this time she felt like she was suffocating in them. “C’mon, stupid pants, fit! Carrie will be here any minute!” She wriggled her voluptuous figure into the hip-hugging pants and hoped they would stretch as she wore them.

She turned slightly to get a better view of herself in the mirror and approved of what she saw. She was a knock-out in her bootylious pants and her red croptop. The top was strategically cut to expose some major cleavage, even though Roxy didn’t really need any help with drawing attention to that area. Her naturally large jugs drew stares no matter what she wore and the provocative tattoo on her left boob ensured that boys always had something to look at.

A knock at the door pulled Roxy’s attention away from her reflection. “Come in!” she called. The door opened and her friend Carrie walked in, smiling.

“Hey, girl!” squealed Carrie. “You ready for a wild night?” Carrie was a short blonde with a wide eager grin. She was dressed in a pair of black pants and one of those shirts that’s only a front. You know, the kind with the strings that tie in back. I don’t know what they’re called but clubbing girls wear them all the time, the teases. Glitter sparkled on her generous bosom.

“You bet I am,” said Roxy, striking a pose. Her vinyl pants groaned as she shifted, but Roxy just attributed the noise to the natural stretching of the tight material as she wore them. “There’re supposed to be some hot new clubs opening in town tonight and I’m ready to hit them all! How do I look?”

“Super! You are the bomb, Roxy! No man could resist that!” said Carrie.

“You don’t think it’s too tight, do you?” Roxy turned around and stuck out her ample bum. “I think these might have shrunk in the wash. I don’t want to look like a slut and these are so snug now that they don’t leave much to the imagination.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it, girl?” laughed Carrie, slapping Roxy’s growing bottom. “You know how boys are: The tighter the better, if you ever expect to catch one.”

“Yeah, and I guess we haven’t been having much luck lately. Maybe it is time to take it up a notch. But this better work, cause pants don’t get much tighter than these!”

Laughing, Carrie threw an arm around her friend and the two girls set out for yet
another wild night.


Around two in the morning, two girls, drunk off their asses, wandered into the All-Night McRonalds (“Slogan: Misspelled for Trademark purposes!”) restaurant. The night shift cashier wasn’t surprised; these same two chicks showed up every week around the same time. One was a tall blonde in one of those shirts with no back. The other was a chunky honey-colored girl, dressed in a clubbing outfit that was way too tight for her, wandered into the restaurant. Giggling and supporting each other, they stumbled toward the cashier. They were, not to put too fine a point on it, completely sloshed.

“Hola!” cried Roxy enthusiastically. She leaned against the counter, so that her magnificent cleavage welled up out of her close-fitting shirt and the clerk could smell the booze on her breath. He could almost make out the tattoo on her left boob, but he couldn’t quite read it. “Remember us? Hee hee hee!”

Roxy had been slowly changing over the months that she had been coming here, growing larger and larger each time he saw her, but he could still recognize her. She’d been gaining mostly in her stomach and breasts, but she didn’t seem to notice. At least, she never seemed to buy any larger outfits. As she grew fatter, her clothes grew tighter and tighter. Roxy’s tubby belly pressed against the red tank top so tightly that the clerk could clearly make out the indentation above her navel as well as the slight bulge of her belly button piercing. When she straightened up, the edge of her shirt popped out of her pants, exposing a tender roll of pudge.

Jeremy certainly did remember them. It was hard to forget them, especially Roxy. He found the chunky Latina hard to resist. Even if there was a lot more of her these days, he thought that it just made her look more zaftig and womanly.

“Sure,” said the clerk. “What’ll it be tonight, girls? The usual?”

“He’s so smart!” squealed Carrie, almost toppling over her friend. “He knows everything! Yes, that’s what we’ll have…” She leaned forward, making a big production out of reading his nametag, although she already knew it. “Jeremy!”

Jeremy nodded and punched the order in: two large burger combos.

“No, no!” said Roxy suddenly. She inhaled thoughtfully, causing the small blubber roll around her middle to inflate and her shirt to ride up further. “Gawd, I’m really hungry tonight. We’ve been out dancing all night. I could eat a horse. I’ll have two!”

“Ooo!” said Carrie. “Me, too!”

Jeremy nodded again and changed the order. Laughing, the girls stumbled to the nearest booth to wait for their orders.

“What do you think of that cashier?” whispered Carrie. “He’s not bad looking. And I think he was checking you out!”

“You think?” Roxy cast what she thought was a surreptitious glace at the counter. In reality, she was openly goggling, nearly falling all over herself in her drunken haze. “You think he digs me? I don’t think I’m his type.”

“Fuck, girl, what do you mean?”

“I mean, that little white boy probably wants himself a little white girl. Probably couldn’t handle some big Latin curves like I’ve got.” She meaningfully placed her hand on one well-rounded hip.

“I dunno, he keeps looking over here.”

“For real?” Roxy spun around again, staring at Jeremy through narrowed eyes. She was having a hard time parsing his face since the room was swirling before her eyes. Gawd, she was hungry. She hoped that he got some food over here quick before she died.

“Probably too thick for him,” repeated Roxy. Even though she was mostly oblivious to the size of her growing assets, she was aware enough to know she was, well, round. And while that usually just made her think of herself as sexy and voluptuous, she had to admit she was a bit larger than the magazine ideal.

“C’mon, girl, you’re dynamite! Guys love a chick with some meat on her bones.”

“Whatever,” laughed Roxy. “You think you have meat? You’re just a little twig!”

“I was talking about you, stupid,” laughed Carrie.

“Me? Now I know you’re drunk, girl! Nobody’s ever accused ME of having meat on my bones. I’m as thin and fit as a model, thank you very much!” Roxy sat up straight and tossed her long raven ponytail over her shoulder. Her hefty hooters jiggled and bounced as she moved. Roxy grinned, pointing at her generous chest. “Except here. This is where I store all MY meat. But, otherwise, not an ounce of flab on me.”

Roxy liked the way that sounded. She knew it wasn’t exactly true, but still. She was no Cindy Crawford. Roxy was built like Jennifer Lopez or Nicki Minaj, last she checked.

“Oh, is that right?” giggled Carrie. “If you’re such a twig, I’ll bet you think you could fit through the tubes on that children’s play gym over there, huh?” Carrie pointed to the restaurant’s indoor playground, a maze of tubes, slides, and rope ladders. It was designed for little kids, so even a svelte woman would have trouble fitting through it. And for a chubbette like Roxy it would be practically impossible.

“Why don’t you go play there, it’ll keep you busy. Meanwhile, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me when the food comes!”

Carrie folded her arms on the table and nestled her head down to catch some shut-eye. She’d drunk even more than usual tonight, thought Roxy, so she wasn’t surprised. That comment about Roxy having “meat on her bones” was proof enough of that… That honestly kind of smarted a bit! Where did Carrie get off calling her fat? She was just a little…well, voluptuous.

“I’ll fit through those tubes no sweat!” said Roxy confidently to herself. “But I’ll show you later. Right now, let’s eat!”

Roxy had spied Jeremy approaching with their food, four burger combo meals on two trays.

“Here you go,” he said, dropping them into place. “Four combos. Is your friend all right?”

“She’ll be fine,” said Roxy, eying the food hungrily. Each combo consisted of a large burger, jumbo fries, and large milkshake. “She just had too much to drink. Thanks for the food, sweetie! You brought it just in time. I thought I was about to faint from hunger!”

“Just doing my job,” said Jeremy with mock seriousness before saluting comically and returning to the counter. “Just let me know if you need anything else,” he called back.

A faint smile crossed Roxy’s full lips. That sounded promising. Maybe Carrie was right, maybe this was her lucky night. All this time she’d been looking for a guy, could he have been here in McRonalds, right under her nose?

“Time enough for deep thoughts later,” she said. “Right now, it’s time to eat. Carrie! Wake up!” She poked her friend, but Carrie was fast asleep. No matter what Roxy did, Carrie just mumbled and turned her head over.

“Your loss,” said Roxy as she grabbed her first burger and started to chow down. It didn’t last nearly long enough and it seemed like she’d hardly started before the whole burger was in her belly. Quickly, she grabbed the second one.

“More!” sighed Roxy, her mouth full of burger. She was still starving! If she didn’t get something more to eat right away, she was going to faint dead away. She stuffed handfuls of fries into her mouth, chewing hastily and swallowing without tasting them. She snatched a milkshake and chugged it without a thought, thick goopy liquid spilling out around her mouth and down the front of her tight shirt.

She slammed the empty shake back down on the table with a satisfied belch. She rubbed her free hand across her bloated tummy, which had begun to roll over her confining pants. In fact, her rounded belly bulged over the tightly cinched belt so much that she longed to unbuckle it and give her gut some room to breathe. She poked her own tummy, giggling as her finger disappeared into the soft, flabby flesh. Her belly bunched into a series of jelly rolls as she slouched over to grab another burger, hiding the deep slit of her belly button. Sure, it was Carrie’s, she thought evilly, but Carrie was asleep. She jammed the third burger into her mouth, chewing noisily.

“Mmmm, is good,” she mumbled dreamily. “I love burgers! Hic!” She rolled her eyes in ecstasy as ketchup dribbled down her chin to mix and mingle with the milkshake already there. She was beginning to feel full but, hey, there was one more burger on her plate and she couldn’t just throw it away now, could she? She lifted the last burger to her mouth, more slowly this time, and slowly chewed her way through it.

Gingerly, she lifted her tummy flab to look at her belt. The metal fastener was jammed through the last hole already; there was no way she would be able to loosen it.

“How’d that happen?” wondered Roxy out loud. “I’ve never had to fasten it on the last hole. I must have already loosened it tonight after eating those first couple burgers. Geez, I can’t believe I’m so drunk that I totally forgot about it. Oh, well!”

Now that she’d rationalized away her ballooning girth, she didn’t feel so bad about just unbuckling her belt. With a sigh of relief, she popped the buckle and pulled the belt open. Next, she scanned the room briefly, just to make sure no one was watching, and released the top button on her pants. The two halves of her fly sprang apart instantly and Roxy groaned happily. She slowly massaged her stuffed belly, hoping to ease the feeling of fullness slightly.

As she drifted into a bloated, contented stupor, Roxy’s eyes strayed back to the play area. She was sure that she could fit. Even when she was full of burgers, surely she was still thin enough to worm through those plastic yellow tubes. And that would show Carrie a thing or two! Even though Carrie was still asleep…

Still woozy, Roxy lurched to her feet. She took a step forward and instantly slipped on the wet floor. She landed with a THUD on her wide bottom. As she struggled to raise herself up, she completely missed the loud ripping noise that should have alerted her to a new problem. The seat of her snug black pants had split, exposing the shiny satin material of her panties.

Roxy swaggered over to the play area, her plump rear shimmying and her shiny underwear flashing through the tear, slid herself into the tube and slowly started wriggling through. It was a tighter squeeze than she’d expected. Her shoulders brushed the sides and her colossal breasts were pushed up into her face.

“Still,” she said to herself, “this isn’t so bad. I just have to hold my breath for a bit.” Roxy inhaled and sucked in her chubby gut, hoping that would reduce her circumference enough that she could slip through. It worked for a little while and she moved several inches forward. Unfortunately, Roxy wasn’t able to suck in her thighs nearly as effectively as she could suck in her belly.

The tube was designed for small children not for chubby young women, and so her massive hips and round ass didn’t fit through the opening. She pulled but her lower body just couldn’t fit into the tube. Her fat rump and legs refused to squeeze through.

“Carrie! Carrie, help me! I’m stuck!”

Roxy waited but heard no response from her drunken friend. Carrie must still be asleep. How could she sleep when her best friend was in trouble? Actually, it might be better that she was asleep. If Carrie caught Roxy like this, stuck in a playtube with her fat ass hanging out in the air, she’d never hear the end of it.

Outside, Roxy was an amusing side. By-standers could only see a chunky lower torso, clad in a pair of overly-tight vinyl pants, busted wide open, hanging out of the play tube. Roxy kicked her pudgy legs feebly, sending a straining tearing sound through the restaurant as her struggles ripped the popping seams in her pants even more.

This time, Roxy felt her pants loosen as the stitches popped. Shit! She needed to stop kicking before her pants just exploded into ribbons. But how could she get the attention of any potential savior without kicking, since the only visible part of her was her legs? What was Roxy going to do now? She was wedged tight!

What else was there to do? Stay here, wedged like a chubby little pooh bee, until she lost enough weight to squeeze out? That would take forever! Plus, the restaurant wouldn’t put up with that. Oh God, they were probably going to have to call the fire department to cut her out! Roxy dreaded that more than anything. If the firemen came, they would be accompanied by reporters and news crews, all looking for an amusing story to pad out the evening news reports, something to give viewers a good chuckle before they turned in for bed. Everyone in town would know her as the fatass who got stuck in a piece of playground equipment! She’d be the laughingstock of school! She’d never be able to show her face again?

Even worse, people probably wouldn’t recognize her face, but they’d definitely recognize her ass. When she waddled by, people would point and laugh and say “I’d know that butt anywhere! I saw that butt stuck in a playtube on the evening news!”

The very idea almost made Roxy want to cry.

“Um, what are you doing there?” asked a child’s voice. It sounded like a little girl.

Roxy froze. “Who’s that? Help me! I’m stuck!”

“The playground isn’t for big people,” said the little girl, “You’re not supposed to be in there. I’m telling.”

“No, no, don’t tell!” Roxy needed help, of course, but she also didn’t want anyone to know she was stuck. Maybe this kid could help her out and then no one would have to know.

“You don’t need to tell anyone,” said Roxy sweetly, “Just help me out and I promise I won’t go in the playground again, okay?”

“You’re fat,” said the little girl matter-of-factly.

Roxy scowled. This situation was rapidly making her alcohol buzz wear off and this kid was not amusing her.

“I’m not fat,” she said.

“You are fat,” said the kid, “You can’t fit in the tube because you’re too fat and your butt is too big. You have a big butt, lady.”

“My butt is not too…! Look, it doesn’t matter, just give me a hand, okay?”

“Your butt is big,” said the kid, turning it into a song: “Big butt! Big butt! Fat lady has a big butt!”

“Okay okay, fine! I’m fat and I have a big butt, are you happy now? Just help me out!” Roxy squirmed and wiggled, desperate to free herself but all she could do was destroy her pants even more.

“Your pants are ripped,” said the girl. “I think your butt was too big for them.”

“Thanks for the news flash,” said Roxy. The little girl watched as Roxy attempted to rock back and forth to wriggle free, fascinated by both the undulation of Roxy’s wobbling butt blubber and the flashiness of her silk shiny underwear visible through the expanding tear.

“You’re gonna get more stuck,” said the girl.

“Then could you..please help me out? Pretty please with sugar on top?” Roxy was trying her best to be nice, but this kid was damn annoying!

“Okay.” Finally! Roxy felt the kids hands on her mammoth backside, pressing hard into the soft, gelatinous flesh of her booty. “Wait, no! You’re pushing me further in! You need to pull me out!”

“You said to help!”

“Not like that! You’re making it worse!”

Roxy paused as she heard the girl suddenly burst into tears. “But…but you said…bawww!”

“No no, don’t cry!”

“What’s going on over here?” came an older woman’s voice.

“Oh no,” whispered Roxy.

The woman must have caught sight of Roxy’s trapped ass because there was a sudden silence followed by a quick “WHAT THE HELL!?”

“Mommy said a bad word!”

“Not now, sweetie. What is the meaning of this? Young woman, what are you doing there? That’s obscene, hanging out in those clothes where children can see you! Get out of that tube this instant!”

“I can’t!” wailed Roxy. She tried to demonstrate by wriggling backwards, but from the outside it just looked like she was shaking her plump rump back and forth.

“Stop that! I won’t stand for this! I’m getting the manager!”

“Oh no,” said Roxy to herself. Now her goose was cooked! Why had she tried this stupid stunt? She should have known that she’d never fit. If only she hadn’t been so vain about her body! If only she had been realistic, had stopped to think that a girl as hefty as she could never fit through that tiny tube. If only she wasn’t such a boozehound and a glutton! All that partying and late-night binging had blown her up into a bloated blimp and now she was paying the price for her indulgence! The manager was surely going to report her and she’d…well, at best she might get away with just being embarrassed. But it could be a lot worse! She’d sorta just flashed a kid. Was she going to be arrested?

Meanwhile, Jeremy stood at the cash register, bored. He had looked away briefly and now that cute chubby girl he’d been watching all night was gone. That was disappointing. After watching her slowly expand from a curvy cutie to a thick sista over the past months, he’d grown rather fond of her. Maybe one of these days he’d even wrk up the nerve to really talk to her. He had almost thought that tonight might be the night he would make his move, but he’d apparently missed his chance.

No wait, her friend was still there, sitting at the same table, her head tilted back, eyes closed, snoring. Roxy wouldn’t have left alone, would she?

Then something caught his attention from the playground. It looked like someone was using a mirror to flash a Morse code message at him. No wait, it wasn’t a message. And it wasn’t a mirror. It was the light shining off of Roxy’s tight shiny underwear as she shimmied and wiggled, her fat round booty reflecting the fluorescent playground lights.

Before Jeremy could react, an irate mother was in his face.

“Young man, there’s a woman stuck in the playground tube and I want her removed right now!”

“I…I see that, ma’am. I’ll take care of the problem.”

The mother still clucking behind him, Jeremy exited the counter area and started toward the playground. He wasn’t really sure what he was going to do, but he could see that Roxy needed help. Maybe this was his big chance!

He walked up to Roxy, who continued to kick feebly, her moaning voice echoing inside the tube. Jeremy could see that the chunky Latina had completely ripped her overly tight clubbing pants to shreds and, if she gained much more weight, her bubble butt would do the same to her straining knickers.

“I’m definitely never eating here again,” snapped the mother, grabbing the little girl’s hand and leading her away. The little girl continued to sing “Fat lady got a big butt! Big butt!” in a sing-songy voice as her angry mother dragged her off.

Good riddance, thought Jeremy. He didn’t need that bitch adding to his problems.

“What’s going on here?” said Jeremy’s voice, full of concern. “Miss, are you okay?”

“Yeah, honey, I’m just fine,’ called Roxy, hoping she sounded cheerful. Why did they make these tubes so narrow? It was ridiculous. If a slender young thing like her couldn’t pop right through, who could? She started to wriggle backwards but that didn’t work either. Her massive belly and bloated boobs were wedged in tightly and she was stuck fast.

“Do you need help?” asked Jeremy’s voice again.

“No, no, I’m fine!” sang Roxy, kicking her dangling legs again. The tearing sound was louder now as the last remaining stitches down the sides of her fleshy legs began to rip, too. Desperately, Roxy wiggled her voluptuous rear back and forth, trying to pull out, but only succeeded in causing her skin-tight leggings to burst into shreds. Now she was stuck in absolutely nothing but her panties. “I’m just, uh, testing the width of your playground tubes.”

“Oh,” said Jeremy. “So how are they?”

“Not wide enough! Aren’t there some regulations about this? How is anyone supposed to fit in here?” Roxy wriggled and squirmed but her plump body was wedged in tightly. Suddenly, she felt something grab at her feet.

“What’s going on out there?” said Roxy as angrily as she could. Despite her aggravating encounter with that kid and her mom, Roxy was still too buzzed to sound anything other than petulant and she gave her thick legs another pathetic kick to discourage her attacker.

“I’m going to get you out, Miss!” said Jeremy’s voice. “Please don’t kick me! Just hold on!”

“What? What’re you –ow!” Outside, Jeremy tugged on Roxy’s feet, causing her to shoot back several inches. This didn’t do much toward getting her unstuck but it did cause her croptop to tangle itself around her armpits, leaving her stuffed, bloated belly bare.

“That didn’t work very well, Miss,” said Jeremy’s voice. “I’m going to have to get a better grip…with, uh, more leverage. Can you move backwards at all?”

“I dunno,” slurred Roxy, annoyed. She wiggled her hips but got no movement whatsoever. “Nuh! I’m still stuck.”

“Okay, then the only part of you that I can grab is…uh…your butt. Is that okay, Miss?”

“Fine, whatever,” said Roxy. This was not going her way at all. Not only was she stuck and starting to feel hung over but she’d ruined her favorite pants as well. This was the worst night of clubbing she’d ever had. She shivered slightly at the feel of Jeremy’s hands against her flanks- there weren’t any pants there anymore to dampen the sensation. They were, she realized, quite nice hands for a cashier.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Roxy muttered sullenly. Her head was starting to pound and she didn’t see any way that Jeremy would be able to budge her an inch out of this stupid tube. The hands pressed firmly into her soft flesh and tugged.

She didn’t move.

“I knew it wouldn’t work,” said Roxy sullenly. She was getting sloppy drunk angry now. “Now I’m stuck here forever!”

“You’re not stuck forever,” said Jeremy reassuringly. “I’m going to try again. You ready?”

Once again, Roxy felt those hands grabbing onto her tender flesh of her tubby tushie. Jeremy seemed to be having trouble getting a good grip on her – there wasn’t much that he could grab onto besides butt and he seemed reluctant to actually grab here there. Roxy felt another shiver arc up her spine in response to Jeremy’s hands touching her skin. She felt goosebumps popping out on her arms and shoulder, and hoped that they weren’t also doing the same on her jiggly buns.

Fuck, though, it did feel good. Maybe it was the booze, but this boy’s touch was actually making her feel really good! Good enough that she almost forgot that she was stuck in this stupid tube! Hmm, Roxy wondered. If it felt that good when he just touched the tops of her legs, how could would it feel if she could actually get him to touch her butt?

“Hey! Whatsername? Jeremy?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing out there? You’re never going to get me out with your hands at my sides! If you want to pull me out, you’re going to need to stop being shy and actually grab onto my ass there!”

“Are…are you sure about that?” Jeremy broke out in a sweat, his eyes transfixed on those two luscious olive orbs, almost completely exposed through the ruined vinyl pants, Roxy’s satin panties pulled between her chubby cheeks in a tight wedgie, revealing even more tantalizingly smooth skin.

“Yeah! Do it, Jeremy! You need to grab a nice firm handful back there if you’re going to get me out!” He still seemed hesitant, so Roxy added: “Please?”

“O..okay, I’ll try!”

His touch was light and tentative at first as Jeremy tried to get a good handle on Roxy’s butter-soft butt blubber, carefully kneading her rotund cheeks as he sought the best handhold. As a few seconds, Roxy suspected that Jeremy, despite his best intentions, might have succumbed to the lure of her posh posterior and was just groping her for his own pleasure now. She couldn’t help but smile at that thought – maybe she had found someone who could really appreciate her size after all!

Eventually, she heard his nervous voice again. “Okay, I think I got a grip. I’m gonna pull. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” said Roxy, bracing herself. “Let ‘er rip.”

Jeremy pulled back, but he seemed to stumble. He tripped backwards with a yelp as his hands slipped down, accidentally hooking on Roxy’s underwear and yanking it down to expose her big round rear. Inside the tube, Roxy’s eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped as she felt the cold air fit the only parts of her bum that had, up until now, been covered.

Sitting on the ground, Jeremy looked up to see Roxy’s big bare ass sticking out of the tube, a pair of now useless panties tangled around her chubby ankles

“Oh no, oh no, I’m sososo sorry!” cried Jeremy, jumping to his feet. Soon afterwards, Roxy could feel his hands quicky yanking her undies back up and over her colossal bum, once again taking special care not to actually brush the skin of her rump with his finger.

Well, at least he’s a gentleman, thought Roxy, even if he’s clumsy.

“I really think I need to go get some help,” said Jeremy. She could hear the embarrassment in his voice. He obviously felt really bad about exposing Roxy like that. It almost melted Roxy’s heart to hear him sound so upset!

“No, no! It’s okay, it was just an accident. Just try it one more time, please? I… I really don’t want anyone else to see me like this.”

“Are you sure you want me to? I really think –“

“Jeremy, please!” begged Roxy.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Once again, she felt his hands on her rear. Roxy closed her eyes and silently prayed that, this time, it would work. Please God don’t let me be stuck here, please let this work, I promise that I’ll never eat another burger if you just get me out of –

And, surprisingly, this time when Jeremy pulled, Roxy came out with a soft POP! And landed on a heap on top of him.

“Oh!” cried Roxy, struggling to stand despite her ordeal and her lingering liquor haze. “Are you okay?”

Jeremy winced slightly, having just been sat on. “Yes, ma’am, I’m fine. Sorry about grabbing your butt like that.” He grinned sheepishly. “Are you okay, Miss?

Roxy looked down at herself. She was a mess, her pants busted apart, her top tangled around her bosom. “I guess so.”

“Oh,” said Jeremy. “Here, let me help you. We’ve got some extra clothes in back. That should work for now. Sorry about all that, I guess..I guess those tubes are kind of narrow, aren’t they, Miss?”

“Yes, they are,” said Roxy resolutely, looking Jeremy over. “Oh, and you can call me Roxy.”


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Force-Feeding Tia
By Mollycoddles

Tia was a plump Filipina girl with large, heavy breasts and a slight potbelly. It wasn’t so large, though, that one would even notice it. Tia herself hardly knew she had one and if anyone had pointed it out to her she would have denied it. This was partly because her view of her tummy was usually blocked by her hefty, cantaloupe sized boobs, but also because her tummy had only recently started growing. She’d been dating Jack for a few months, and it was really only their sensual food games that had encouraged her to start eating to her heart’s content.

She was still usually a light eater. At least, when she had to present herself to society. Because, in reality, Tia had a pretty good appetite. Even before she’d met Jack, her secret passion for food was evident in her waistline. But Tia didn’t like having to put up with disapproving glares and stinging barbs from prudish relatives, so she usually restricted herself to salads when she was in mixed company. But when it came to a night with Jack, she could eat enough to feed an entire family. Jack loved to watch her eat, loved to see her abdomen swell with each bite, and Tia loved to eat for him. She loved to eat period, but, like many women, was unnaturally ashamed of her hearty appetite. But when she had the excuse that she was eating for Jack, well, that made it just hunky dory.

Tonight was going to be a special night. She’d purchased everything they needed to make it just perfect. She had a whole lot of yogurt on hand, in those nifty little yogurt containers that yogurt comes in, and Jack had even brought over a full soft serve ice cream machine for… experimenting.

Jack lay in bed, waiting in nothing but his boxers. “There you are,” he said as Tia appeared silhouetted in the doorway. “I’ve been waiting for you. Why don’t you bounce that sexy ass of yours over here?”

“Oh you like this?” said Tia, prancing into the light so that Jack could get a better look at her. Her butt was one part that was benefitting from their recent feeding sessions, although it was still relatively pert and petite as per her Asian genetics. Her belly and chest tended to pack on most of her excess poundage. Tia was wearing a black teddy that she’d bought back before she’d packed on a few pounds. Now her flabby love handles and roly poly tummy pushed against the fabric, making the costume just a little tighter than it should have been. Tia smiled and grabbed her tummy, jiggling the tiny mound of flesh.

Purring like a kitten, Tia slunk into bed next to her man. Jack reached over to put his arms around her, but she pushed him away.

“Not yet, baby,” said Tia, “Haven’t you noticed the special treats I have for us tonight?”

She pucked one of the yogurt cups sitting on the night stand beside them. She had read on the Internet that yogurt was a good food to eat for stuffing before sex: something that would make her stomach look big and round and distended without making her feel too uncomfortably bloated. She pulled the top off the cup and popped the first spoonful into her mouth.

“Mmm,” murmured Tia, spooning another mouthful of yogurt, a slight smile spreading across her red lips. She licked her lips and rubbed her belly. It bulged slightly, pressing against the fabric of the black teddy.

Quickly, she shoveled the remained of the cup into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Look how much I can eat!” she purred after swallowing. She grabbed another cup. “And I did it all for you. I know you like to see my eat, to watch my belly grow bigger and bigger.” She rolled over Jack, teasing him, rubbing her chubby gut against him. Jack whimpered in ecstasy, biting his lower lip to keep from yelling.

“Mmm,” whispered Tia mischievously. “Just imagine…this is just the beginning. This of how much I’ll be able to eat in the future. When I get used to eating lots and lots of yummy food. When I’m so used to eating that it’s never enough, that I can never get full. I’ll just keep eating and eating. And my belly will get so big and round and full.” She took Jack’s ear between her plump lips and nibbled gingerly, wrapping her long, thick legs around her lover.

“And it’ll keep getting bigger and fatter and rounder,” she continued, straddling Jack and moving her hands down to stroke her own plump tummy for emphasis. “I’ll be huge, Jack, imagine that. I’ll just stuff my face like a pig, messy, sloppy, food getting everywhere.”

After the fifth yogurt cup, Tia was beginning to feel really stuffed. Oof, she thought, looks like the Internet wasn’t right about that one. Oh well! She jammed the spoon back into the carton and pulled out another chunk of yogurt. The carton was almost completely empty and Tia felt almost completely full. It was getting harder to move, but she wasn’t worried. Once the love-making began in earnest, Tia knew she wouldn’t have to move much at all. Jack would take care of her, taking special precaution not to jostle her overloaded paunch.

“The buttons will pop off my shirt – first one, then another,” continued Tia, imagining the scene in her mind. “Then my pants will burst open and the zipper will slide down. I’ll eat until my bra stretches open and my underwear stretches apart. But it’s never enough.”

She giggled as she sensuously licked the spoon clean of the last food particles. She might like saying that she’d never be full, but the truth was, she was. Overfull, in fact. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten this much, and her gut felt packed.

“Well, honey, I hope you’re happy now,” said Tia, taking hold of Jack’s hand and holding it against the warm swell of her full belly. “Look at this roll of blubber. I used to be thin. But that was before I met you. And you’ve been bringing me so many tempting treats that I’ve just been eating and eating and eating. I told you that I’d get fat if you didn’t stop feeding me. And now look at what you’ve done. You know I can’t resist. You know I just love sweet treats too much, baby. Donuts and cupcakes and sweets… you put those near me, and I just have to eat them! I guess you could say I’m just a helpless glutton. And I’ve just been getting so plump and round lately. I know I shouldn’t eat so much, but I just can’t help it.”

“Oh Tia –“

“But here’s a secret, baby,” said Tia, leaning in close to whisper thickly in Jack’s ear. “I like to eat. Oh, you knew that. But that’s not all. I like to grow too. That’s right, I don’t mind putting on a few pounds. Makes me feel all ripe and sexy, like a real woman. I know you like it too. But I shouldn’t put on too much extra weight. You don’t want me to get too fat, do you? You wouldn’t want me to get so fat…so big and round…that I just grow and grow, fatter and fatter and fatter, until I look like a giant ripe melon just bursting with juice, so fat I can’t find clothes to fit me. So fat that when I come to meet you, I just get stuck in the doorway. Mmm, of course you wouldn’t. But you know what? I would.”

Jack squirmed in excitement, but Tia hushed him with one finger. She may have eaten way more yogurt than ever before, but she wasn’t done teasing him yet.

“I’m getting closer, I know. I’ve already gained so much weight from all this snacking. All my clothes are getting tighter. It’s getting harder to pull pants up over my growing ass. And when I do get them up, I can barely zip them up because my plump little tummy gets in the way. Just yesterday, I burst a button off my favorite blouse. So you know I’m gaining all over. Now my boobies are growing so big and heavy that my nipples are already popping out of my new C-cup bras. And I just know that they’re going to get so much bigger. I’m going to get so big and fat that my giant luscious tits will bust any bra. Don’t act like you don’t like that idea, baby. You know I can’t wait.”

“Want to know something else?” continued Tia. “I went out to lunch with some of my girlfriends. I got all dressed up in my favorite little shorts – you know the ones. I just love how they show off my curves, and my adorable little butt. Well, not so little now. I’m gaining so much weight that my ass is growing too. Now I’ve got a real bubble booty. And I never had so much trouble with these shorts before. I had to lay down on the bed and suck in my gut just to get them zipped! And they were sooo tight! When I walked around, I could feel the zipper pressing against my plump little pussy. And would you believe things just got worse when my girlfriends actually arrived and we all went out to eat? I really shouldn’t have eaten so much; usually I try to be a good little girl and watch my waistline when I’m around them, but this time I just couldn’t help myself. I just needed to eat and eat and eat! The more I ate, the tighter they got – and that just made me more and more turned on. I really shouldn’t have, but how could I stop when my tight shorts were making me soooo horny? I just ate and ate and ate until- pop! I blew the button right off my shorts. The zipper slipped down and my tubby belly popped out. My girlfriends all had a good laugh, poking my tummy, telling me that I’m going to balloon into a real porker if I don’t slow down. But I don’t think I can slow down. I don’t think they could see how turned on I was. I sure hope they didn’t notice how wet my exposed panties were. I had to come home and eat more. I bet you would have liked to see that, wouldn’t you, sweetie? I just ate a huge meal but then I had to eat even more. I just stuffed my face until I was so full and bloated that I couldn’t move, just lying on my bed, shorts open, my huge round belly looking like I was nine months pregnant. One more bite and I was sure I would just explode!”

Tia pulled herself up on top of Jack, slowly swaying back and forth so that the apex of her full belly and the ends of her fat nipples grazed Jack’s chest. She was enjoying this game so far!

“And you know what else, Jack? I had such a silly dream last night. I dreamt that you made a delicious feast for me – all the sweets you know I love, as much as I could eat. Ohhh what a nice dream that was! Even more exciting, I saw that you’d brought out an entire soft serve ice cream machine, just for me! Oh, I was sure that there was no way that I could eat that much! How could I possibly fit alllll those sweet treats into my tony little tummy? I just knew that I wouldn’t even be able to make a dent in that feast, but my tummy started growling and rumbling as I was thinking about all that yummy food and, well, I figured I might as well give it a try. So I started to eat. I started with some cupcakes and then I ate some pineapple upside down cake and then I ate some German chocolate cake – you know how much I LOVE German chocolate cake, don’t you, Jack? Mmmm, you know that once I start eating that, why, I just can’t stop! I have to eat it all up, yum yum yum, put it all right here in my big, fat, growing belly.”

Smiling, Tia pressed her round, chubby paunch into Jack’s front for emphasis. She could feel his raging erection pressing against her. The thought that she was driving Jack insane with lust with her words was making her pretty wet herself between the thighs, but, if she was honest, just her words were starting to have an effect on her too. She loved that she had this power over her man, but she also had to admit that the idea of shameless binging was also pretty hot.

“But when I came to the soft serve ice cream….well, that was the end, wasn’t it, Jack? That’s where I was done for. And I just ate and ate and ate. I ate until I was the size of the Goodyear blimp and then… Kaboom! That’s right, I ate until I just burst. That’s so silly, don’t you think? I couldn’t really get so fat that I just explode now, could I? Hmm.”

Jack looked like he was about to go insane, his expression was so excited. She didn’t think that she’d ever seen him this worked up before. Apparently her little plan to seduce Jack by indulging his fetish like never before was really paying off! Jack massaged the sides of her stuffed belly, feeling the tightness of the cloth as it strained against her loaded abdomen.

“Is baby ready for the best part?” he said, grinning evilly.

Tia stroked Jack’s chest. “Ooo, what ever would that be?” she cooed.

“The soft serve ice cream, of course!”

Tia laughed again, then cringed. Her belly already felt too tight. “Sorry, Jack,” she said smiling. “I think I overdid it a little. My little tummy’s not used to having so much food in it. It feels ready to bust.”

“But you can’t be done yet!” protested Jack. “You’ve hardly made a dent in this food.”

She stroked Jack’s chest, purring. “I know, baby, but I’m just soooo full already, hmm? You don’t want your poor little chunky baby to bust open, do you?”

“But you haven’t even tried any of the soft serve!” whined Jack, propping himself up. “I lugged that machine in here just so you could try some! You said you really wanted to use it!”

“And I did. But I can’t now. I’m so full from just the regular ice cream that I can barely move. If I’m not careful, I think I might puke, in fact!”

“No!” roared Jack suddenly, jumping up and sending Tia tumbling to the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of her and caused her to cry out in pain, clutching her rounded tummy like a wounded baby.

“Ow! Jack, be careful! You know how sensitive it is when it’s all distended.”
Before she could say another word, Jack swooped down and scooped her up in his arms.
“Jack, what’re you doing? Have you gone crazy?” Tia cried as he tossed her back onto the bed. He grabbed her wrists and quickly, expertly, bound them together. Oh, of course, a little bondage. Tia smiled. Nothing wrong with that, she just wished that he would have warned her.

“Ohh, Jack, I guess I HAVE been a naughty girl, haven’t I?” Now that she thought she knew where he was going with this, she wasn’t scared at all, and she only put up token resistance as her tied her ankles to the bedposts. “Are you going to punish me? Hmmm, Jack? Or should I say…Master?” Tia laughed but Jack didn’t respond. He seemed to be taking this much to seriously and that was taking all the fun out of this. She stretched sensuously, pushing her gorged gut up in the air.

“Are you gonna spank me? I – oh, Jack, what are you doing with that?” Jack had turned his back on Tia to fiddle with the ice cream machine. “Come on, baby, why are you messing with that? I already told you I’m waaay too full for any more ice cream. Why don’t you come here and take care of your overstuffed lover? I already feel like a Thanksgiving turkey, all stuffed with trimmings and-“

“Shut up!” snapped Jack, shocking Tia with his venom. “You said you were gonna eat the ice cream! I can’t believe that you were gonna welsh on that! Now I say that you’ll eat this ice cream or bust trying!”

”What? Oh, come on, you’re kidding. Right?”

Jack grinned evilly. “No, I’m not. Now open wide, piggy, and we’ll see how much you can hold.”

To Tia’s surprise, Jack grabbed the machine’s hose and jabbed it into her surprised mouth. Before she could spit it out, he pulled a strap around her head and clamped it to her face.

Laughing like a maniac, Jack flipped the switch on the machine and Tia suddenly got a faceful of tasty yet deadly ice cream!

I just won’t swallow, she thought desperately, screwing her face in determination. She cheeks filled with ice cream, bulging out like a chipmunk saving buts for the winter, and a trickle of ice cream escaped her tightly clamped lips and dribbled down her face.

Not gonna swallow, not gonna swallow…

But her cheeks were starting to ache. She had to swallow! But just this once…<P>
Tia swallowed but her relief was only temporary. As soon as the ice cream hit her stomach, she regretted her decision. Her overstuffed stomach hurt more than ever. Even worse, no sooner had she swallowed than her mouth was full again!

“Mmmmm!” she mumbled, still dribbling ice cream. “Jack, please!” she managed to sputter out of the corner of her mouth. “You can’t make me eat all the ice cream! It’s too much, I can’t take it!”

Tia’s already swollen belly began to rise higher and higher as more and more ice cream was forced into her. She could feel the sloshy, cold, melting treat filling her up like a water balloon hooked up to a facet. Her tight black teddy began to creak and groan under the pressure, as her inflating girth pushed against the material. Tia winced as a line of stitches down her left side suddenly split with a loud tearing sound, allowing her blimping paunch more room to expand. Stretched flesh quickly began to ooze out of the straining tear, ripping it wider and wider.

Her belly was so full of cold ice cream, it was making goose bumps pop out all over the stretched surface of her taut tummy as she busted more stitches. Oh it was all so cold but also, at the same time, so so good. Tia felt awash in conflicted emotions – on one hand, she felt genuinely curious, in a strange sick way, to know how much delicious ice cream she could fit inside herself. What were her limits? How much could she eat before she exploded in a shower of sweet cream and covered the walls in herself? How could she even be wondering such a thing? The reality of her situation cut through the dreamy haze like a knife: she was going to explode FOR REAL! Her tummy was so painfully full that it felt like it was throbbing, hot to the touch despite all the cold treats packed inside her. What was she going to do? She had to get Jack to stop before she just popped like an overinflated balloon!

“Enough!” moaned Tia, her voice bubbling through a mouthful of liquid ice cream. “Seriously, I couldn’t hold another bite I’m so full. Please, it’s just…too…much…for…me…to…take…”

Jack tightened the restraints, causing Tia to wince slightly. Fun was fun but this was getting out of hand. RIIIIIPPP!!! Tia felt a draft on her right side now, so it was apparent that she’d just burst the right seam too. As she became larger and larger, the tears began to travel up and down the sides of her outfit. Finally, with a loud zipping sound, the outfit shredded itself completely and flung itself off her. The limp teddy front acted like a bib, still covering her round melons but leaving her titanic gut completely bare. Tia panicked all the more now that she could actually she her stomach. Not just because it made it all the more real, but also because now she could see the angry red stretch marks that were traveling across her middle. She looked like she was nine months pregnant! She was feeling enormous pressure…so much so that she wondered if her navel was about to pop from an innie to an outie. She was like a massively pregnant woman, her womb filled with twins, no, triplets, no quints, all growing so fast, too fast, filling her up and out, her stomach stretching way beyond anything it was supposed to, angry red stretch marks circling her belly button as if to signal that she was nearing the end of her skin’s elasticity. Tears began to streak down her pretty, chubby face as she thought about what was still to come, the inevitable consequence of forcing way too much ice cream into her poor, abused tummy.

Tia whimpered as the liquid slid down her throat slowly, painfully swelling her impossibly bloated belly even more.

“How does that feel?” laughed Jack harshly. “I hope you’re still hungry, because there’s plenty more where that came from. Let’s see how much you can take. I’ve always wondered that, ever since I first met you. I could tell that you loved to eat, I could see you had the potential to be a real chubster is you ever let go and just ate to your heart’s content. So tonight, we’re going to see what that looks like when you really let go and just fill yourself up to the limits. Now doesn’t that sound fun?”

Tia was too stuffed and bloated to shake her head. She lifted her head weakly to gaze out, through tear-rimmed eyes, at the giant, globular mountain that had once been her tiny tummy. She was genuinely shocked to discover that, for the first time, her sizeable boobs did not block her view of her midsection. Tia’s tummy, normally only slightly pudgy, was swollen to an enormous beach ball-sized mound, arcing out hugely before her eyes. It rose and fell ever so slightly with each labored breath and Tia was afraid to inhale to deeply for fear of splitting wide open.

“Uh…so..stuffed…feel..like..I’m…gonna pop! Ohhhh….”

Jack didn’t say a word. He merely twisted the dial, again starting up the machine, pumping yet more soft serve ice cream into his over bloated girlfriend. Tia’s cheeks bulged with the sudden surge; she considered spitting it out but Jack’s expression made her afraid. She swallowed obediently, another spasm of pain

Even though it hurt, Tia couldn’t help but feel a small sense of arousal at the sensations of a stomach stuffed beyond belief. She’d always enjoyed the feel of a full tummy and now she was fuller than she’d ever dreamed possible. She almost wondered how full she could get. What were her absolute limits? Every bite she was sure would be her last. Every time she swallowed, a tiny voice in the back of her mind logically told her that she couldn’t take it.

“It’s too much!” cried the voice. “You’re too full! You can’t keep eating like this! You’re about to explode!”

But Tia was curious, morbidly curious. Would she really? Or could she keep going? Could she outlast Jack? Would he get tired of this before she popped like an overblown balloon? Could she finish all the ice cream without busting? She had to find out.

Tia was drawn back to reality by an uncomfortable sensation around her tubby waist and a strained creaking sound. Her teddy, unable to withstand her increasing girth, was ripping along the sides, soft creamy flesh pouring out the tears. Her belly rose, inflating like a raft, bigger and bigger. She felt totally stretched to her limits. If she didn’t stop soon, she knew she’d literally go boom!

“Jack, stop! I can feel it, I can’t hold anymore. It hurts so much. Ohhh, that’s it, I’m stuffed to the gills, I’m popping, I’M GONNA BLOW!!”

Tia screamed (as best she could through a mouthful of ice cream) as she exploded ..in orgasm. And, just then, the machine thankfully ground to a stop. As Tia caught her breath, she ventured a look around. She was still in tact. She was huge, her belly was monumental and squishy. She ventured a glance at the machine and was overjoyed to see that it was empty. She’d eaten it all, every drop, it was all inside her giant potbelly. Jack pressed on her tummy just a bit and felt the yielding, sloshy ice cream inside.

Tia gasped in surprise and relief. She couldn’t believe that this torture had actually made her come, and she felt flushed and embarrassed, and, above all, really, really pissed at Jack. Jack, however, still seemed insanely happy.

“Well, well, well,” he said, stroking his chin and prodding Tia’s stuffed midsection. Tia was so stuffed and bloated that it was all she could do to muster a husky “oof!” when his forefinger jabbed into her tender, distended gut. “Looks like I was wrong. You really could fit all that ice cream inside you. I didn’t think you’d actually be able to stretch that much, but I guess you learn something new everyday.”

He grabbed Tia’s wrists and unbound them. Tia wanted to smack him but she was in such a gorged stupor that she could only let her arms sag limply at her sides. Even if all that food hadn’t made her tired, there was the simple fact that she was so full that even thinking made her tummy hurt.

“How wonderful!” said Jack. “You’re so full and fat now that you can’t even move. I’ll bet you couldn’t budge an inch if you wanted.” Tia waved a hand disinterestedly. Was he still talking? Gawd, she just needed to sleep, to rest and digest this massive, ridiculous meal. She didn’t even want to think about what all that ice cream would do to her already ample thighs… She tried to roll over but that only jostled her enormous, throbbing gut.

Jack’s voice suddenly cut through the haze. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, though, baby. That was just the beginning. I just happen to have another yummy treat for you right here!”

Tia turned her head and tried desperately to see over the vast orb of her watermelon-sized stomach. She caught the tiniest glimpse of Jack wheeling yet another machine into the room. Oh, come on! It was a miracle that she hadn’t detonated from that first dose of ice cream. If he thought that she could squeeze down even more, then he was even crazier than she thought.

Tia slowly, lazily, rolled herself over and tried to sit up. Her gigantic gut made it difficult so she made a desperate grab for the bed post to hoist herself up. She made it, but she was so heavy and full of ice cream that when she tried to lift herself up the post snapped in her hand and she tumbled forward, off the bed…

**

And then Tia woke up. Oh, it was all a dream! Fancy that! She rubbed her sweaty forehead and sighed in relief. It had all seemed so real! I swear, thought Tia, as she moved her legs beneath the sheets, finding them oddly slippery, I’ve been having the weirdest sex dreams lately. I’ve got to stop eating all that ice cream before bed.

Then again, it was really good ice cream…

She plucked at the sheets to look down at herself, noticing that her pussy was sopping wet, soaking through her nightie and drenching the sheets. That was insane! The details of the dream were rapidly fading, but she definitely remembered the gist: It was all about Jack forcefeeding her an insane amount of ice cream until she was sure that she was going to explode. She patted her tummy, still nice and flat – okay, not completely flat but far flatter than it had been in her dream. The dream had been so vivid that it was hard to believe that she didn’t have an enormous ice cream filled gut in reality. What was wrong with her? How could it be that the idea of Jack pumping her so full, full, full of ice cream made her so very wet? And then the idea of Jack acting like a complete maniac, not just filling her up with ice cream but overfilling her, forcing her to eat far more than her fill, until she was so far beyond uncomfortably bloated…. Oh shit, she could feel the juices starting to flow from her pussy anew. This couldn’t really be turning her on now, could it?

She had tolerated Jack’s goofy feeding fetish for a while because, honestly, Tia didn’t mind eating. She knew she had a terrible sweet tooth and if she was able to indulge her penchant for sweets while at the same time satisfying Jack’s strange cravings, well, that was just icing on the cake. But it seemed now that she might have come to do more than just tolerate Jack’s quirk – she was starting to enjoy it. Enjoy it enough that she needed something harder.

She wondered now, would Jack ever actually feed her like he had in the dream? No, he was too much of a gentleman in real life. But maybe if she asked him, maybe then she could get him to be a little more…devilish.

First, they’d need to get their hands on a soft-serve ice cream machine.

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Business Lunch (BBW Weight Gain Erotica)
By Mollycoddles

Did they know? They had to know.

The woman on the street didn’t know, of course. When Jessica bumped into the stranger at the bus stop – literally bumped into her; Jessica had misjudged the distance between the woman’s side and the apex of her own protruding belly – the older woman had just smiled and stepped aside. Like most people, this woman took one look at Jessica’s enormous gut and assumed that she was pregnant. It was a logical assumption. After all, there weren’t many other women carrying hefty bellies this size. Most women stored their fat more evenly, in their hips, their thighs and butts and breasts. Not Jessica. Although she was, admittedly, rather plump these days, she still carried the vast bulk of her, um, bulk right out there in front.

It probably had something to do with her genetics, but it probably also had something to do with her secret vice. Jessica loved the feeling of a full, tight belly. Oh it was a delicious sensation to be so filled up with food that simply breathing too deeply would be enough to blow her apart at the seams. So every night, after work, Jessica hurried home, locked the door, pulled the blinds, took the phone off the hook and ate. And ate. And ate. She would clean out the kitchen if it was one of those rare nights when she still had food in the house. Food rarely stayed in Jessica’s cupboards or refrigerator for more than a night. Other nights, she’d order in – dozens of pizzas or cartons of Chinese take-out. It didn’t matter. The important thing was that she had enough food to gorge and stuff and eat eat eat her way into a bloated stupor. After a night of binging, she often found herself lying on her living room couch, her enormous belly rising in front of her like a big pink dome, flushed red and drum tight.

Maybe her body sensed her love of a full belly and had decided to reward her by storing almost all of the inevitable flab she accumulated in that area. Or maybe it was punishing her, revealing her secret for all the world to see.

Luckily, most people didn’t seem to realize that she was a big fat pig. They just thought she was pregnant.

“Wow, you’re carrying large,” said the woman, eyeing Jessica’s rounded paunch. Jessica had thought that she was dressed impeccably – rather, as impeccably as possible given her size. As VP at a major financial accounting firm in the city, she needed to keep up appearances but that was becoming increasingly difficult given her rapidly inflating size. Her serious gray business wear was stretched tightly around her girth. Her jacket was unbuttoned because it wouldn’t stretch around her middle, the buttons on her blouse puckered dangerously whenever Jessica inhaled. Her gray pants fastened under the swell of her tummy but barely held the swell of her expanding upper pubic region in check. Her belly had blown up so big that it had begun to run out of room to store more fat, she thought, and now her pubic mound, always plump, was growing plumper and plumper as well.

“How many are you having?” asked the woman.

“Quints,” said Jessica. She was used to this question. She’d come to the point where she was only too happy to lie to strangers and let them keep believing that she was really pregnant. It was easier – and less embarrassing – than trying to explain the truth.

“Wow,” said the woman, “Five? No wonder you’re so big! I was just thinking you must be having twins, because my daughter got huge when she was pregnant with her twins. Why, you should have seen her, she looked like a float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade. But she didn’t look half as big as you. Five! Wow!”

“Hmm, yup, they’re active little buggers too,” said Jessica, sipping her steaming coffee. She was perfectly content to roll with the lie. “They’re always kicking, take after their father. He was real active fellow too, if you know what I mean.” Jessica grinned and winked at the woman. The woman stared blankly, apparently not knowing what she meant at all.

Jessica took another slurp from her coffee. Hmmm, it was heavy and creamy, just the way she liked it. Jessica had already gorged herself at breakfast, but she loved the idea that this heavy, fattening drink was settling into her belly, filling up any last little empty spaces, maybe even swelling her gut every so slightly bigger. The warmth was making her tummy tingle, a sensation that, in turn, was making her pussy throb. Oh gawd, maybe she shouldn’t have eaten so much before work. She took another sip and was rewarded with a more intense feeling in her nethers.

“Yeah, their father was a real dynamo, but you can probably guess that just from how well he knocked me up,’ she said, patting her stomach with a satisfied smirk. “He really pumped me up to popping, huh?”

Jessica’s brazen vulgarity seemed to have cowed the other woman into silence.

“Huh, yeah, well, that’s nice,” said the woman with a nervous titter. She turned away from Jessica and resolutely stared out into the street, apparently hoping that the bus would come quickly. Jessica wasn’t done yet.

“I thought maybe I’d end up with twins the way he was pounding me,” she said loudly. “Maybe even triplets! But I never thought I’d end up with quints. I guess I better just be glad that I didn’t let him go in for round two or I’d be just bursting with babies!”

As the bus pulled up, Jessica nearly laughed at loud as the other woman hurried on board, conspicuously avoiding eye contact. Heh. Jessica’s triumph was cut short as she realized her own dilemma. Her gut was so big that it was difficult for her to heft her bulk up the steps onto the bus, but, even worse, she was so wide that she could barely squeeze through the narrow door.

“Hey there, ma’am, need some help?” Jessica turned to see a pair of young men behind her. “A woman in your condition shouldn’t exert herself too hard,” said one. “I’d say you probably shouldn’t be out; you should be resting at home! Let us give you a hand.”

“Oh thank you,” said Jessica, “Yes, it is hard with these babies, you know.”

The young man who had spoken stood behind Jessica, helping to steady her shoulders, while the other stood in front of her, taking her hand and guiding her up the steps. Jessica couldn’t see the steps over her own enormous potbelly, so she had to rely on his instructions.

“Okay, there’s another step right there,” said the young man, trying to see Jessica’s feet as they groped for the next step. Even he was having trouble seeing her legs and feet below her giant, pregnant-looking fat belly. Jessica leaned backward, supporting her back with her other arm, a pose that she’d observed actual pregnant women use when they needed Slowly, uncertainly, she wobbled her way up the steps, her enormous stuffed belly swinging heavily back and forth as she moved. She felt a another secret thrill at the thought that two more strangers had mistaken her for pregnant, that her gut was now so big that she looked pregnant on a constant basis not just when she was stuffed. Not that she wasn’t stuffed right now! She felt herself getting moist in her panties at the thought. Oh shit, I gotta get under control, she thought frantically. Normally, she wouldn’t be worried that anyone would notice her arousal, but her inflated pubic mound was so tightly stuffed into her slacks these days that she was half-afraid she would soak right through her pants if she got too horny.

“Here, please take my seat, ma’am,” said an older gentleman, standing up and offering his seat to this apparently pregnant woman. Oh GAWD, not another one! Jessica had to bite her lip, nodding gratefully to this polite stranger as she gingerly maneuvered her blubbery hips and wide butt into the seat. Her full, packed belly pressed into the seat in front of her, but she barely noticed any discomfort. She was simply too turned on. As the bus pulled away, bumping violently over the uneven asphalt, Jessica prayed for the strength to make it all the way to work without orgasming multiple times.


“When’s the baby due?” giggled Josie, eying Jessica’s growing paunch as Jessica waddled into the office. Jessica had barely managed to make it to work without screaming out in ecstasy during the bus ride, and the snide comments of her co-workers weren’t going to help that! Jessica’s stomach was, quite frankly, out of control. It seemed to be bigger everyday, making it harder and harder for her to fit into clothes.

“Just one baby? More like twins!” laughed Terri, sipping her coffee. They both giggled as Jessica waddled past, careful to avoid the corners of their desks. Jessica had trouble squeezing her bulging body through the office and the last thing she wanted to do was bruise her already sensitive and distended belly.

Of course, Jessica wasn’t pregnant at all, not even with one baby, and her co-workers knew that. They had watched her steadily balloon over the months as Jessica fell more and more under the thrall of her secret vice. Every night, she ate so much that she was sure that she would never be hungry again, but she always was when she woke up. Only when she was absolutely sure that she overloaded belly couldn’t contain a single bite more would she drift off to sleep. She knew that eating before sleeping would only make her grow rounder, but, frankly, she didn’t care.

She caught a look at her reflection in the glass door as she shuffled into her office. Her gray suit jacket was open, more out of necessity than fashion. Her blouse still buttoned for now, barely. It still fit fine across her modest but by no means unimpressive chest, but it strained horribly over her bloated middle. Each button was pulled to its absolute limit, revealing pale pink belly through distended diamond-shaped gaps. Whenever Jessica breathed, the buttons made faint creaking noises. She had ignored their warnings for too long. She should have bought a bigger blouse weeks ago, but she was sure this one would last. Oh, she had been so sure. Now, watching the buttons quiver with every breath, she wasn’t so sure at all. Waddling around the office in such a tight outfit was already embarrassing enough, but if she actually busted her buttons? Gawd, she would never live that down. She grabbed the two halves of her jacket and tried to pull them together over her gut. She managed to pull the center button together and hook it into its hole. The result made her look even sillier. She heaved a sigh, and her jacket creaked ominously as she plopped her wide bottom into her plush desk chair.

“Oh shit.” Jessica quickly released the jacket button, afraid that she might blow it off. Better to leave it open and let people wonder if it still fit than to button it and have people know that it didn’t.

Jessica’s pants weren’t much better. It only fit now because she’d managed to hook the snap under her gut, but her blouse wouldn’t tuck in properly anymore, leaving a wide swathe of exposed blubber around her midsection.

Jessica’s belly gurgled ominously. Just what she needed! Her huge, gluttonous meals made another unfortunate side effect besides her increased volume. They made her incredibly gassy. She gently tapped her chest with her fist, hoping that might help ease her gas pains. The result was to force aloud burp from her mouth. Luckily, no one outside the office could hear her. Probably. Unfortunately, that didn’t help ease her gas pains, because she only noticed that she had another pain lower in her gut. Great, she had to fart too. Jessica braced herself against the desk and slowly lifted her vast bulk up and out of her chair. Once her fat butt was clear of the chair, she relaxed her muscles and let go. The sound seemed deafening, so loud that she was sure she must have blown a hole clear through her pants.

“Ugh, need a candle,” mumbled Jessica, rooting through her desk drawer to find a box of matches. She knew from experience that her gas pains would only get worse throughout the day, but, seeing as the only time that she was actually alone all day was during the early morning, she doubted that she’d find any relief for a while. Her desk calendar revealed the hard truth: she was scheduled for meetings and conferences ALL DAY LONG. That meant she would have to hold it in for the next eight hours. If only she wasn’t addicted to stuffing herself every night, then she wouldn’t have to deal with this misery every day at work!

Her fingers found a match and she lit it at once, waving it around in hopes of eliminating any lingering odors. At that moment, a loud knock on the door caught her attention.

“Oh great,” she muttered, quickly extinguishing the match. Had it accomplished its job? She wasn’t sure, but there wasn’t time to dawdle. “Come in!” she called.

The door cracked open, and the smiling face of an older woman appeared in the crack. Older being a relative term, Shirley Pataki was only in her mid-40s, so she was really only about a decade older than Jessica. But while her face still looked youthful, her hair had already gone completely white at a young age, making her look like some sort of platinum blond snow elf. Shirley didn’t have Jessica’s drive, looking at work only as something to do until she got that supposed art career going. Shirley had been talking about that art career for years, as long as Jessica had worked here, which was probably why Jessica had quickly risen up the ranks to become VP while Shirley was still a junior assistant associate helper.

But Shirley’s lack of ambition was exactly the reason that Jessica was relieved to see her. Shirley was the only person that she could trust to not stab her in the back, or use any little sign of weakness against her.

“Hey Shirley, what can I do for you?”

“I heard that an expectant mother had arrived in the office carrying quints,” said Shirley with a mischievous glint in her eye. “So naturally I had to come and give my congratulations.”

“Ha ha,” said Jessica sourly, although she couldn’t help smiling a little.

“Jeez Jessica, you really need to cut back, I think you’re bigger every time that I see you,” said Shirley as she crossed the office to get a better look at Jessica’s monster paunch.

Jessica looked down at herself. She hadn’t seen her own feet in months, all she could see was her enormous belly stretching the bounds of her blouse and pants.

“You know, Jessica, I remember when you first started here,” said Shirley. “Junior assistant, second class! And now look at you, Miss Big Shot Executive! The more important you get, the bigger that belly gets, it seems. It almost seems like it’s keeping pace with you.”

Shirley patted Jessica’s tummy appreciatively. Shirley seemed to take any excuse she could to touch Jessica’s growing gut and she certainly liked to talk about it. Jessica sometimes wondered if Shirley’s interest didn’t seem a little prurient, but since Shirley never really crossed the line with her comments, Jessica didn’t worry about it.

“Maybe a big shot needs to let everyone know just how big she is,” quipped Jessica. “I don’t want anyone to think I’m some little nobody.”

“Oh, is that why you’re getting so big? You’re doing it on purpose, are you?” Shirley grinned widely, knowing full well that wasn’t true. But Jessica kind of liked the idea.

“Maybe it is,” she said, catching sight of herself in the mirror on the back of her door and adjusting her jacket slightly. It was a better story than saying that she just wasn’t in control of her eating.

“Is that what you’re going to tell the shareholders in your 10 am meeting?” said Jessica.

“Cripes, I hate those meetings,” said Jessica.

“Hmm,” said Shirley, “I understand, you poor dear. I know how uncomfortable they make you, when you have to, ahem, hold it in for so long.”

Jessica grimaced. Shirley alone out of the office girls knew about Jessica’s chronic gas problem; she had managed to hide it so far, but she had felt that Shirley was trustworthy enough to hear her confession. Still, she didn’t appreciate being reminded of her problem.

“Don’t you worry about me, Shirley,” said Jessica, “I think you can do it.”

I don’t think I can do it.

The minutes ticked by slowly, the meeting seemed unending. Gawd, she was so bored. And worse, she was so full.

Jessica’s belly bubbled and burbled. Forty minutes into the meeting, she was so full of gas now that she was sure that she was going to explode. She felt her already stuffed stomach puff out slightly as the gas pressure inside her mounted even higher.

Sweat poured down Jessica’s face as she struggled to contain all the gas roiling inside her. She felt like a hot air balloon being pumped up bigger and bigger, so filled up with gas that she was going to rise up in the air and float away. If she wasn’t in such pain, she might have almost found the image funny. Imagine that: Jessica Sanders, the no-nonsense VP, blowing up like a balloon in the middle of a meeting, just inflating with so much gas that she bloated round as a beach ball and then just bobbed up into the clouds. People would talk about that for a while! She grimaced slightly as she felt another pang of gas inside her inflated gut and saw her tummy swell out slightly, stretching the gaps between her straining buttons even more.

I can’t last until 5 pm, thought Jessica desperately. If only she could get to the ladies room!

Jessica felt her gut bubble and burble some more and watched in mounting horror as it inflated in front of her. Her blouse buttons somehow managed to withstand the increase in pressure, but the same couldn’t be said of her pants.

Jessica’s slacks were already strained to their limits. She shifted in her chair, hoping that the men around the table just assumed that she was moving to get more comfortable not that she was desperately trying to avoid busting her pants. No dice. As she moved, the button silently snapped off her waist and bounced against the table leg. At least it was quiet, so no one noticed. She felt the zipper of her slacks give way, parting to reveal the snug panties stretched over her overstuffed pubic mound.

Luckily, no one could see Jessica’s wardrobe malfunction under the table. She would just have to sit here until all the other executives had left and then make her escape. She’d make some excuse to get out of the office and run down to the store to buy some new pants. She could do it. She wasn’t screwed yet.

“Thank you, Mr. Hammond,” said the company president’s voice, suddenly cutting through the burble of the meeting like a knife. “I’m sure that we’re all very interested to know about those third quarter profit margins. Now for a look at how the residual prospect projections are doing, we turn to our VP of Financial Prognostication, Jessica Sanders.”

All eyes turned to Jessica.

“Miss Sanders, why don’t you stand up and tell us all about that.”

Jessica’s smile was frozen on her face. They wanted her to stand up, in her busted pants, and show the entire board just how fat she was, how she was bursting out of her clothes. Christ, she might as well let loose a monster fart right now, because the effect would be the same: Total Career suicide!

Jessica cleared her throat. “I would be happy to tell you all about that, but, for reasons I’m sure you can understand, I’d prefer to sit.”

She indicated her belly, and the assembled board members chuckled and nodded knowingly. Most of them saw her infrequently enough that they just assumed that she really was pregnant. Thank God, they bought it! Outwards, Jessica remained the epitome of calm, never letting her true panic show through. Keeping her voice steady, she rattled off facts and figures to approving nods all around the table, no one ever suspecting that anything was amiss, that Jessica’s overfull beach ball-sized belly had finally defeated her pants. As she talked, she could still feel the gases bubbling inside her and she hoped that she’d manage to finish her talk before she swelled enough to explode apart her blouse as well. By the time that she was finished talking, Jessica felt so bloated that she was certain she was going to pop. The noise of the executives’ applause was so loud that Jessica briefly considered releasing just a little, hoping that the noisy clapping would drown out any embarrassing sound. But she couldn’t take that chance. Instead she held it all, like a good girl.

After the meeting was done, the other executives started complimenting each other on a job well done as they stood up and shuffled away their papers. Jessica nodded and smiled, exchanging meaningless pleasantries, all the while hoping that no one asked why she hadn’t risen from her own seat.

“Good job, very good job,” said the company president, nodding curtly to Jessica, “I knew I could count on you to do a good show.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jessica tried her best to smile back, despite the pain she was in. The president was an older man and, if he thought it odd that Jessica didn’t make any motion to leave the room even as everyone else did, he didn’t say anything.

She waited until everyone was gone. As the last person left the room, Jessica pondered what to do next. She might have to just make a dash back to her office, holding a manila folder over her crotch. Well, that certainly wouldn’t look weird at all!

A knock at the door got her attention. Shirley popped her head in.

“Oh thank goodness it’s you,” sighed Jessica.

“How did the meeting go?” asked Shirley, “Must have gone smoothly, I see your water didn’t break.”

“Ha ha, your wit really is something else,” said Jessica.

“Why are you just sitting there? I would think you should be celebrating your success. I heard all those stuffed shirts talking about how great your presentation was as they were filing out.”

Jessica opened her mouth, then closed it. “I popped my pants,” she admitted, “So I can’t leave!” Without the button to cinch the waist, Jessica’s fattened pubic mound had forced the fly to relax all the way down, exposing her bulging panties. Jessica wanted desperately to try and yank her zipper back up, but her stomach had become so swollen with gas that she didn’t think she could reach. She would have to just sit here, inflating like a beach ball, until she exploded.

“Oh dear,” said Shirley, walking over. She stood next to Jessica and drank in the full view, seeing her swollen, nine-month-pregnant-looking fat belly. Gingerly, she pressed down on Jessica’s inflated middle, feeling almost no give at all. “What are you going to do, Jessica?”

“Don’t press on my tummy,” moaned Jessica, “You’ll make me pop!”

Shirley just chuckled. “Jessica, sweetie, I’m going to help you. If I DON’T press on that tummy, you’re going to pop. Seriously, honey, you can’t hold all that in, you’re going to rupture one of these days.”

Shirley’s hands sank deep into the flab of Jessica’s giant middle, pressing down on her trapped gas. Unable to contain herself, Jessica simultaneously released a giant fart and a massive belch, the noises reverberating through the office.

“Oh shit,” muttered Jessica, looking around.

Shirley pressed her fingers into Jessica’s middle again.” There’s still a lot of trapped gas in that belly of yours,” she said.

“I can’t sit here in the executive meeting room burping and farting up a storm!” snapped Jessica. “What if someone comes in?”

“Well, in your state, you’re definitely not moving either,” said Shirley. “Can you even get up out of that chair?”

Scowling, Jessica rocked back and forth but found that her enormous stomach was too big and round for her to get up.

“C’mon, honey, we just need to shrink you down a little,” said Shirley. “Just enough that you can walk…er, waddle again.” Shirley poked her again, again making Jessica burp. She felt her gut shrink just a little – enough that it would have probably been possible to fasten her pants again if only she hadn’t lost the button.

“Can you get out of that chair yet, big mama?” joked Shirley. “Or are the kids kicking too much?”

“Yeah, that joke never gets old,” said Jessica, pushing herself up to her feet. “But even if I can walk, I can’t go through the office in these ruined pants. Everyone will see me.”

“No, they won’t,” said Shirley, “Just leave that to me. Wait here one second.” Shirley slipped out of the room. She returned several minutes later carrying a long overcoat.

“Here, put this on,” she said, dropping it in Jessica’s arms. “I brought this to work when it was really cold that one day last week and I ended up leaving it in the coat room; lucky that I did!”

Jessica wriggled into the coat but found that even it wouldn’t button around her giant stomach. “Um, this won’t work,” she said. “It’s not big enough!”

“Oh wow, I didn’t realize you’d gotten that big,” said Shirley, looking appreciatively at the grand protrusion that prevented Jessica from seeing her own feet. She patted Jessica’s ballooning waistline again. “Try wearing the coat backwards.”

“That’s ridiculous, I’ll look like a fool,” said Jessica.

“C’mon, you’ll just need to do it for a couple minutes, just till you’re out of the building, Then you can just sprint down the street and buy yourself some new pants.

“Oof, I don’t think I’m going to do much sprinting,” mumbled Jessica as she twisted the coat around to cover her front.

“Alright, Tubby, just follow my lead and I’ll make sure you get outside safely. If we run into anyone, I’ll try and keep the attention on me.”

Jessica was dubious. “Do you think we can make it?”

Shirley nodded. “Well, you can’t stay here. Let’s move!”

Jessica sighed, adjusting her coat. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, I always do.”

******


Sitting at home, Jessica was still tense. She had managed to get through yet another day without incident. Well, sort of. Her exploding pants in the boardroom had been a close shave. It was only dumb luck and Shirley’s quick thinking that had saved her from major embarrassment. Sometimes she wondered if Shirley had some ulterior motive for helping the fat young executive in her times of need. Was the older woman really as unambitious as she seemed? Sometimes Jessica wondered about the way that Shirley seemed to almost enjoy the times when she got to briefly caress Jessica’s bloated gut. Did she get some sort of weird thrill out of that? Was that really all she wanted out of her relationship with Jessica, all she needed to keep her happy?

Jessica wasn’t sure, but, frankly, she didn’t care. She spent all day at the office worrying about big issues, so she was ready to forget it all the moment that she got home and kicked off her shoes. This was her time. She knew that she shouldn’t indulge in her secret vice; after all, it was that wanton indulgence that had grown her o fat and round, that had finally put her in that oh-so-close predicament today at work. Yet somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to care. All that mattered now was that pleasure that was to come.

Jessica had stripped off her blouse and jacket as soon as she stepped into her apartment, relieved to be free of their tight confines. Next, she dropped her skirt to the floor. Shirley had convinced her to buy a new gray skirt instead of another pair of pants. There’s more room to grow in them, Shirley had said. Jessica had to admit that she was right, although she suspected that might be a bad thing. She might outgrow them pretty fast.

Whatever. Now that she was back home, she was done pretending. She had spent the entire day pretending that she wasn’t a glutton, never eating in front of her co-workers, holding in her gases, always acting like her enormous belly wasn’t really the result of some weird secret binging obsession. That was over. Now it was time to eat.

She waddled to the fridge to see what she had. Nothing. She’d cleaned it all out last night. There was only one solution. She picked up the phone and hit auto-dial. In moments, the pizza place picked up. They knew her. She was their best customer. Maybe they thought that she just had a lot of parties. Maybe they knew. The deliver people must have noticed how she was growing, but, then again, they probably didn’t care as long as she kept tipping.

“Your usual? Ten pizzas?” said the voice on the phone.

“No. Make it 20.” Jessica felt like living dangerously tonight.

There was a pause. “Are you sure, ma’am?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

Jessica flopped down on the couch to wait. Her belly was already gurgling, demanding food. When was the last time that she’d eaten? Lunchtime. No, wait, she’d had a snack at 2 pm, but that hardly counted, it was just a couple of danishes. Then again, lunch hardly counted. Jessica hardly counted anything as a meal unless she ended up stuffed to the gills. And she had to restrain herself at work, she couldn’t pig out that much when co-workers were around. Besides, when she was inflated with gas during the workday, there wasn’t much more room inside her gut for extra food.

Even though she hadn’t eaten in a few hours, her belly was still enormous, a big fat ball of lard that stretched out for miles in front of her, rising up to obscure more of her view every time that she inhaled. She had a brief tinge of apprehension as she remembered that she had ordered twice the usual number of pizzas. She was never actually able to eat ten pizzas in one sitting. That was just a pipe dream – she fantasized about the day that she would actually be able to polish off ten. Usually she trailed off at five if she was lucky, and the rest became cold leftovers for future stuffings as the week wore on. But tonight! She felt like tonight she needed something more than the usual. The stress of work, the entire nerve-wracking day, made her feel like now was the time.

When the food arrived, Jessica was ready. She was so wired that she almost felt an electric charge run through her rotund body when she heard the doorbell ring. She didn’t bother to get dressed to answer it, instead throwing open the door, grunting an acknowledgement at the deliveryman and taking her booty dressed only in her undershirt and knickers. The delivery guy might have been surprised, but she didn’t notice. She only saw his face for the briefest of seconds that it took to throw payment into his hands.

Now it was time to eat.

Jessica started to eat. And eat. And eat. She mowed her way through one pizza, then began work on a second. By the third, she gave up on actually eating slice by slice and instead just rolled up the whole pizza like a burrito and chomped it down. She felt the heavy ball of grease, cheese and dough growing in her stomach, gaining strength, filling her up. She wouldn’t be satisfied for a while, though. Jessica knew from past experience that she was powerless to stop eating until there was no more food in the house – either that or she exploded, whichever came first. More more more. Groaning, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting the hefty undergarment swing free and her plump breasts to spill out into her tight undershirt. Now she was almost completely naked, except for her panties. Her huge panties, which she’d had to purchase at the maternity store. Like more of her clothes these days. God, she was so fat that she had to buy maternity clothes to fit her bloated body. How embarrassing was that? Yet she couldn’t stop herself. The lure of gorging was too much, and the more she ate, the fatter she grew, the hungrier she became – trapped in a vicious cycle of gluttony.

What would work be like tomorrow? After this ill-advised gluttony session, Jessica doubted that her new skirt would fit her at all. She would probably gain ten pounds from this meal, returning to work with a belly so big and heavy that it would lower between her legs as she walked, forcing her to waddle even more than she already did. Everyone would be talking. The rumors of her apparently unending pregnancy were already flying thick and fast, so what would they say now? Oh, people might think she really did have quints. They’d think that for a while, at least until they gradually began to realize that her expansion had continued unabated for more than nine months. Eventually, even the higher-ups, the people who only saw her on occasion, would begin to notice that Jessica was just growing and growing and growing. Eventually maybe her body would run out of room to add more fat to her belly and would start piling the pounds in other places: Her hips, her thighs, her rear. Then there would be no denying that she wasn’t pregnant, she was just a fat cow.

Who the hell cared. Jessica wasn’t worried about the future tonight, she was more worried about whether she could get all this pizza into herself. She was already feeling pretty bloated, and she was only on – what? – her sixth pizza now. But that was a good start, Jessica wondered if she might actually make it halfway through this pile of boxes. How many were there felt to go? Christ, there were still at least 15 boxes. This was ridiculous. But she was already committed. She grabbed her hair with her chubby hands and drew it back into a ponytail, to keep it free from her eager mouth and make sure it stayed – relatively – sauce free.

Now back to work.

Jessica’s overstuffed tummy was already making loud protests at the amount of food it was being forced to hold. You would think that it would be used to this heavy payload, but it seemed like it never learned. She belched loudly, the noise reverberating off the walls of her apartment. If it had been any louder, she might have knocked the pictures off the walls. The neighbors probably thought that there was an earthquake in progress. She closed her eyes and concentrated, releasing a fart that was almost as loud.


Jessica’s eyes were swimming. This was way too much food. Her head was swimming, so she was having trouble counting how many boxes were still in front of her. She counted at least…five? Were there more? Fewer? She didn’t see any more? Had she actually eaten 15? No, no, there was no way. Jessica felt woozy at the thought, her mind gripped by a strange combination of terror and ecstasy. Ten pizzas was waaaaay more than she’d ever managed to fit before, but 15? That was crazy! She must have miscounted, there was no other explanation. Then again, her belly did seem even more massive than usual after a binge. It looked like she had swollen at least several feet in diameter, her gut so full and tight that it was starting to blush red, obvious stretch marks appearing along its straining surface. Her stomach was completely full of pizza. She was so full that she felt as if every inch of her intestines must be stuffed to bursting with pizza, so much pizza that for once there wasn’t any room for gas. And there was still more pizza to be eaten!

“I gotta stop,” she mumbled. But she was so close! Were there really only five boxes left? If she had managed 15, then what more damage could five do? Well, there was plenty of damage they could do. There might be a slim chance that she could still fit into her work clothes once she had digested a little, but that chance was becoming even slimmer with each slice of pizza consumed. If she kept going, she was going to end up relying more and more on Shirley’s help to hide the evidence of her expansion everyday at work. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, she thought. Shirley didn’t seem t mind, at least. Then maybe, she shouldn’t either.

Still rationalizing, her hand found another slice. Maybe it had fallen out of one of the earlier pizzas, landing on the broad expanse of her upper gut and staining her tank top with tomato sauce. Pepperoni. A good flavor. Jessica couldn’t possibly imagine that there was any more room inside her, but she was in no position to resist the siren song of food.

She hadn’t gotten to where she was by giving up easily. She wasn’t about to give up now.


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Honey was the fat secretary. Every firm has at least one. Most secretaries try hard to keep themselves fit and trim, perhaps hoping that they’ll attract the eye of some executive partner who will become their sugar daddy. Or maybe just because they’re usually young women just starting out in the world and most young women in that position just naturally want to take care of themselves. But every firm has at least one secretary that can’t help getting fat. One secretary who might want to stay fit and trim but doesn’t have the willpower to resist the free donuts and crullers in the breakroom, who can’t drink her morning coffee without adding way too much cream and sugar, who can’t be bothered to run to the gym after work.

Honey was all those things. Honey had been a thick Latina girl with long straight raven hair, a plump round face, and, most noticeably, rolling rounded hips and ample breasts that gave her a full, voluptuous hourglass figure. But she had slowly succumb to all the tasty temptations of secretarial life, adding ever more inches to her hourglass figure to the point that now she was no longer just thick. She was fat.

Other secretaries in the pool whispered about her behind her back, noting with jealousy that, even when her back was turned, you could still see her heavy breasts swinging back and worth when she strutted past with that distinctive wiggling walk she had. Sure, she had big knockers. And sure, she had a booty to die for. But men, especially corporate executive men, weren’t in the market for ladies with THAT look. If she wanted to ever land herself a corporate sugar daddy, she would need to majorly slim down. The other girls in the pool, all trim and tight-bottomed, thought they knew exactly what they were doing; each one was confident that they would be the first to find a sugar daddy to take care of them, so that they could retire from the pool and become a kept woman.

They might have been right about Honey. She might never find a man who could appreciate her extra plush contours. But that didn’t matter, because Honey wasn’t in the market for a sugar daddy, She was in the market for a sugar mommy.

Early on, the fat Latina diva had noticed something that none of the other secretaries had. That when she bent over to reach a paper in the lowest drawer of the filing cabinet, when her plush rear pushed up in the air, straining her skirt so tight that it perfectly showed off the bulge of her big fat bubble butt, that Grace Juniper, the section chief, had looked. And her gaze had lingered, drinking in that luscious shape. And ever since then, Honey knew who she had to seduce to find her ticket out of this job.

And that was why she continued to grow. If Miss Juniper liked a big, thick butt, then Honey would grow the biggest, thickest butt in the office, in the world if she had too. She would grow and grow and grow until she became Miss Juniper’s dream girl. And she was getting pretty close these days.

Honey never skipped a meal and all those calories were adding up, piling on the pounds, until Honey in her tight secretary outfit looked like a plump sausage ready to burst its casing on the grill. Her snug skirt perfectly showed off every ample curve, tightly hugging her fleshy luscious thighs and growing rump. Her blouse was tight enough that the buttons would pucker just slightly over her pudgy tummy and hefty boobs – not too much, Honey didn’t want to give a free show. She wanted to show juuuust enough hto tempt Miss Juniper, just enough so that Miss Juniper’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on the tiny hints of soft golden skin or frilly brassiere that peeked through the straining gaps. Let the other secretaries gossip about how Honey’s face was looking rounder or her double chin was becoming visible. She knew what she was doing.

Honey was waddling back to her desk after yet another trip to the break room, where someone had once again left behind an almost full box of jelly donuts. The chunky Latin bunny was wiping a smear of jelly from her chubby cheeks when she heard the call. Miss Juniper’s voice crackled over the intercom on honey’s desk: “Honey, could you come into my office and take a dictation?”

Smiling to herself, Honey tapped the speaker button. “Right away, Miss Juniper,” she replied in her huskiest, breathiest voice. She licked her plump lips, moistening them just enough to make her crimson red lipstick pop. Then slowly, like a snake extending, she stood up, plucked her pen and notepad off the table, and sauntered over to Miss Juniper’s office, rolling her hips with just a little extra wiggle as she walked. No reason not to show off.

She could feel the other secretaries’ eyes boring into her as she waddled past. She was tempted to exaggerate her wiggle even more, but she had to be careful. Too much wiggle and she might end up splitting the seat of her skirt.

Honey knocked on the door to Miss Juniper’s office and waited until she heard her boss’ gruff yet feminine voice: “Come in.”

Smiling coyly to herself, Honey opened the door and swished her way in. Miss Juniper wasn’t much older than Honey was, but Grace Juniper had clearly gone to all the right schools. While Honey hadn’t had any special effort back in school, clearly content to coast along on her looks and charms, Miss Juniper had been a studious, diligent student. Now that hard work had paid off: She was head of the entire section. It was unusual for a woman to get so far so young. Honey guessed that Miss Juniper was probably in her mid to late 30s now, just beginning to get a wisp of premature gray in her otherwise dark hair. Miss Juniper was a slight woman, small and petite and nearly flat-chested, but with an amazing force of personality when she wanted to assert herself. Honey had seen her hold her own in front of some of the old boys of the company. That made it all the funnier to think that she, just a lowly secretary who had barely managed to pass her typing class because she was always too busy preening herself in the mirror to study, now had this far more powerful woman wrapped around her little finger.

Honey couldn’t help but notice that it looked like the boss had decided to breakfast at her desk, because there was a half-eaten cruller at her elbow. There was a white cardboard box at the edge of her desk, doubtless full of more donuts, that Honey suspected Miss Juniper was going to leave in the break room when she’d finished her own fill. Miss Juniper seemed to leaving a lot of donuts in the break room lately. Honey doubted it was coincidence. Whenever she saw Miss Juniper watching her from the corner of her eye, she thought Miss Juniper might be wondering how many of the free donuts she left around the office were contributing to Honey’s soft growing ass? How many to her expanding, thickening thighs? How many to her softening double chin?

Honey slowly lowered herself into the seat, relishing the feel of her tight pencil skirt sliding up her thick thighs with a slithery swish. Honey conscientiously crossed her long silky pantyhose-clad legs, making her skirt slide even higher up her thighs. From her vantage point, Miss Juniper could easily see up her fat secretary’s skirt now, spying a glimpse of Honey’s panties under her hose.

“Honey, I need you to take a dictation,” said Miss Juniper.

Fuck, thought Honey. She hated taking dictation. In fact, she hated most of her duties as secretary, which was why, as soon as she realized how easily she could manipulate Miss Juniper, she had ceased doing most of them. In reality, Honey was probably the most useless secretary in the office, rarely doing any substancial work and wasting most of her day in reading celebrity gossip websites, preening in the bathroom mirror, and gobbling free donuts in the break room.

“Oh Miss Juniper, do I have to?” asked Honey, pouting, Honey was annoyed that she had been asked into the office to actually do work. She had hoped that this was finally it. Finally the time that Miss Juniper would put the move on her. Lord knows that Honey had been working hard to tempt her boss for months! Ever since she realized that Miss Juniper liked women – and more than that, liked round women – Honey had pushed her already unhealthy eating habits into overdrive. She had popped out of three skirt sizes since she’d begun this journey and she wasn’t going to end it until her ruined skirt was on Miss Juniper’s floor and her future was secure with Miss Juniper’s bank account. She was going to be a kept woman, damnit!

“Do I have to?” repeated Miss Juniper, clearly not pleased that Honey was questioning her. This had been Honey’s boldest move yet – openly defying her boss probably wasn’t a good idea, but Honey reeeeally didn’t want to do any work. “Really, Honey, this behavior is becoming unacceptable. Are you really that lazy?”

“Yes,” said Honey. There was no going back now. Miss Juniper looked surprised at Honey’s candid response, but Honey continued: “I really am too lazy to do any work. Work is soo hard! I’d rather just hang around and eat.”

Miss Juniper flinched when Honey said the word ‘eat’ and Honey knew that she was on the right track.

“I love to eat,” continued Honey, “That’s sooo much more fun than work. I thought you would understand, Miss Juniper. You don’t want me to work, do you? Wouldn’t you rather watch me sit and eat? Wouldn’t you rather see how thick and curvy all that eating has made me?”

“You have been getting…really thick,” admitted Miss Juniper, her voice suddenly sounding dry and parched. Honey giggled to herself. Miss Juniper was clearly putty in her hands now!

“Mmmm,” said Honey, running her hands down her thick curves. “It’s not my fault. It’s all because of this naughty tummy! She’s so greedy, she just wants to be filled all the time, she wants to be filled up until she bursts. Naughty tummy! Don’t you know that if you burst, mommy will burst too? Why do you want mommy to pop?”

A sassy smile on her lips, Honey patted her plump round belly, then raised her hands to cup her voluptuous bosom. “Mmm, and that’s not all, look at these naughty boobies. They’ve been so greedy too, growing bigger and bigger! I think they want to get as big as my tummy. They just want to get so big that they pop the buttons off mommy’s blouse. How naughty! Bad boobies, don’t you know that if you pop out, mommy might get fired? And if mommy gets fired, she can’t afford to feed you greedy boobies and make you any bigger! What do you think, Miss Juniper, what’s naughtier – my boobies or my tummy?”

Miss Juniper opened her mouth but she was too mesmerized to reply, so Honey continued.

“Do you think it could be my booty? It’s getting soooo big and round, look at it!” Honey bent over, aiming her massive round rear at her boss, the seams around her hips and thighs creaking as her plump rump bulged. “Soon I’m going to need two chairs just so I can sit down! I’ll need one for my left cheek.” She reached behind her and grabbed her left buttock, her finger sinking deeply into the spongy flesh. “And one for my right.” She reached back with her other hand and tested her other butt cheek.

Honey winked. “Ohh Miss Juniper, I don’t know what to do. I think my naughty booty wants to be the biggest of all. They’re all in a contest, it seems. They want to know who’s going to be the first to make mommy pop!”

“All those donuts, all those pastries… oooo your fat little Honey just can’t say no,” purred Honey, slowly rising to her feet and wiggling around the desk to stand tall over Miss Juniper. “And now look what’s happened to her. Honey has grown soooo round and voluptupous that she’s ready to pop. And I think it’s all your fault, Miss Juniper. I think you left all those treats out on purpose. I think you knew that Honey’s naughty tummy wanted more treats and you knew that Honey couldn’t say no to her naughty tummy. You wanted Honey’s tummy to grow bigger and bigger and bigger. And you wanted Honey’s boobies to get so fat and round that they might burst out of her blouse when she’s busy at work. And you wanted Honey’s fat booty to get so wide that none of her skirts fit her anymore. Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” said Miss Juniper, “I did.”

Honey smiled. Finally! Her gamble had paid off. Miss Juniper had finally admitted that she liked Honey’s size and now all Honey had to do was keep playing it up.

“Ohhh and I’m so bloated right now because of all those donuts in the break room,” giggled Honey, rubbing her swollen belly that strained against the overstretched waistband of her pencil skirt. “My fat naughty tummy is just ready to bust out of this skirt. Oh no tummy, don’t do that! Don’t bust mommy’s skirt!” She slapped her distended gut playfully.

Ping! Honey started slightly as the lowest button on her blouse finally let go in reaction to the sudden movement, popping free from its moorings and bouncing across the room to hit Miss Juniper in the face. Miss Juniper barely reacted, she was too engrossed in Honey’s chubby figure. The escaped button left behind a diamond-shaped gap in the blouse right over the bulge of Honey’s plump tummy, revealing her deep, dark navel.

“Oh my!” said Honey, putting a finger to her plush red lips. “It looks like my tubby little tummy is just getting way too big for this blouse. What am I going to do, boss? I just keep getting rounder and rounder and fatter and fatter. I think it’s all these yummy treats that you keep feeding me.” With a sly smirk, Honey reached for yet another bon bon and popped the fattening morsel between her lips, swallowing it with a coy smile. She rubbed her exposed tummy. “You’re making me soooo fat! I know that I should resist you, but I just can’t: You know that I love my sweets too much! And now look what happened! My naughty tummy just popped a button on my blouse! It looks like it might be getting bigger than the rest of me after all.” She stood up and stretched like a cat, careful to aim her big round ass in Miss Juniper’s direction as she did so. “But maybe my naughty booty needs to catch up. If my booty wants to be biggest, it needs to grow even faster! It needs to grow enough to bust right out of this skirt. Oh wouldn’t that be terrible?”

Honey leaned forward, causing her tubby bottom to put even more pressure on the snug pencil skirt.

“How fat do you want me to get, boss? Do you want your little Honey to get nice and plump? Do you want Honey to blow up until her naughty tummy turns into a big, fat, belly? Until her naughty booty turns into a big, fat ass?”

“I want you to get so fat,” said Miss Juniper.

“What do you want to be fattest, Miss Juniper? Tell Honey what you want to be the biggest. Do you want Honey’s tummy to be the biggest?”

Honey reached down and took Miss Juniper’s hands in hers, placing them against her plump, warm belly. Miss Juniper could feel the heat from Honey’s fat little body radiating out, feel the softness of that pudgy potbelly as it strained against her remaining buttons.

“Do you see where Honey lost her button, boss? Honey’s fat little tummy was just too much for that poor little button to hold back anymore. Would you like to see Honey’s tummy get bigger and bigger until she pops all her buttons? Do you want Honey’s naughty tummy to grow big and fat until Honey is just a big sexy piggy?”

Still holding Miss Juniper’s hands, Honey guided them up, running them over the soft, supple flesh of her torso until they were cupping her cantelope-sized tits.

“What about these buttons, boss? Would you like to see Honey pop her buttons up here too? Would you like to see Honey’s naughty boobies also get so big and round? What do you want to see get bigger, Honey’s tummy or Honey’s boobies?”

Miss Juniper could barely react; she was too excited to finally feel the warm, soft flesh of Honey’s delectable orbs beneath her palms. This was too much! She could feel the thin fabric tensing everytime that Honey took a deep, sensual breath, everytime that Honey released her breath with a sultry, pleased murmur of pleasure. How deep would Honey have to inhale before those naughty boobies…I mean those breasts sent buttons blowing all over the room? How deep would she have to inhale to pop her sturdy bra? Could she? Or did she need to eat more first? Gain more weight before she could burst her clothes like a butterfly bursting from its cocoon?

“Oooo, boss, I bet I know what you want to see,” purred Honey as she slowly drew Miss Juniper’s hands downa and around to caress the round plump cheeks of her bottom.

“Oooo, Miss Juniper, that feels so nice, I just love feeling your hands on my nice fat booty. Why don’t you give Honey’s naughty booty a squeeze?”

Dutifully, Miss Juniper squeezed, prompting Honey to giggle.

“You like that, Miss Juniper? Is that what you want? Do you want to see Honey’s naughty booty grow bigger and bigger until she completely splits her skirt? I bet you’d love to see that, wouldn’t you, boss?”

“You’d love you to see that, wouldn’t you, Miss Juniper? But you haven’t answered my question.” Honey pouted. “What do you like most on your Honey?” Once again, she ran her hands up and down her plush, supple body.

Honey reached across the desk to grab the half-eaten cruller. With her silent boss still watching in rapt attention, Honey raised it to her plump, glossy lips and took a big bite, her eyes closed. The pudgy, curvy secretary purposely failed to stifle a pleasurable moan as she chewed, still holding her boss’s hand against her warm, chubby rump with her free hand.

“Honey,” said Miss Juniper. Honey opened her eyes to look down at her boss, almost surprised. This was the first time that Miss Juniper had said anything in minutes and, from the sound of her voice, it wasn’t for lack of want. Her voice sounded like it was a struggle to speak, like she was a million miles away.

“I just can’t decide,” said Miss Juniper, “because I want to see them all bigger.”

“Ooooh!” Honey squealed. Finally, she was hearing what she wanted to hear.

“Honey, sit down.” Miss Juniper swiveled her chair toward Honey and patted her lap. Obediently, Honey lowered herself into her boss’s lap, the seams on her skirt audibly groaning as they tensed with her movement.

“I know you’ve been eating all the donuts I left out in the break room,” said Miss Juniper, reaching across her desk to pull the cardboard box closer. She opened it to reveal that it was still almost completely full of pastries. “That’s good, Honey, I’ve been leaving them there just for you. Oh I know that any secretary could eat them, but I wanted them to all go to you. When I first saw you, I knew that I could make you into my perfect plump little piggy and you haven’t disappointed. I knew I wanted to see more of you – all of you, from, as you say, your boobies to your booty. Here, Honey, let’s see just how naughty we can make them all.”

She plucked a cruller from the box and held it to Honey’s lips. Honey didn’t hesitate. She started eating. She opened her mouth wide as Miss Juniper pushed the whole thing into her. Cheeks bulging, Honey chewed as fast as she could because Miss Juniper was already reaching for another.

“Who’s going to win this contest?” asked Miss Juniper as she popped another donut into Honey’s full mouth. And on and on it went, Honey chewing as fast as she could as Miss Juniper stuffed her like a Thanksgiving Turkey with more and more donuts, filling her plump stomach until it swelled out, stretching and straining, luffing hard against the tight buttons of her snug blouse until they began to spring off one by one.

“Ooooooh, boss, no more! My belly’s gonna bust!” moaned Honey as the final button on her blouse burst off with a loud pop. Now Honey’s entire top fell open, revealing her hefty, cantaloupe-sized tits, still held fast in a bright red brassiere, and her overloaded belly. Honey looked down at herself, her eyes wide. “Ohhh I think my naughty tummy is winning the contest! I don’t think my boobs or booty can compare! And if I eat anymore, I’m going to explode!”

Her stomach gurgled. “No, no, tummy, please don’t make mommy eat anymore! How could you want more to eat? Don’t you know that mommy’s ready to burst?”

“But Honey, don’t you want to make your boss happy?”

Honey looked at her boss, gazing deeply into her eyes.

“Oh yes, Miss Juniper, I do.”

Miss Juniper patted Honey’s round, bloated belly. “Then I think it looks like we have a winner in your contest, Honey. It looks like your fat naughty tummy is going to get sooo much bigger than your boobs and booty. But maybe that’s only because your fat tummy is all full of donuts now? Maybe some of that fat will go to your boobs and butt too? I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I should keep feeding you until you bust your bra and your skirt too, would you like that, Honey? How would you like to do some work for me then?”

“Oh but Miss Juniper, I can’t go back to work like this!” She motioned down at her front, her tubby tummy bare and exposed since she’d burst her top.

“That’s not the kind of work I was thinking of, Honey.”

Honey meant to respond, to say how much she wanted to do that kind of work for Miss Juniper, but she couldn’t talk when her boss shoved another donut into her mouth. The first of many to come. Just as Honey had hoped.
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Babette the Blimpette
By Mollycoddles

“Hey, don’t y’all think Babette is…ya know…getting’ kinda fat?”
Jamie Gunderson was lying in bed reading a book when her sister Jody asked a question that almost seemed like a joke. Babette fat? The French foreign exchange student who had come to live a year with the Texas-based Gunderson family had arrived as slender and willowy as a wood nymph. Even though months of good home-style cooking and American fast food had added a few inches to their guest’s waistline, Jamie still had trouble thinking of Babette as anything more than reed thin. Especially compared to her host family.
Jamie rolled over onto her stomach and shot her older sister a skeptical look.
“You think Babette is fat, Jody?” Jamie’s voice dripped with sarcasm; she eyed her big sister’s mid-section pointedly.
There was no denying that the Gunderson sisters were fat, obese even. Blonde, freckle-faced eldest sister Jody was the epitome of a Midwestern cornfed beauty, a heavyweight porker probably weighing in at least 400 pounds, poured into a no longer adequate flannel shirt and a pair of straining denim jeans. The bloated blonde was nearly as round as a beach ball with an enormous, spherical belly that tested the limits of her button-down flannel shirt. It was obvious that Jody needed to move up to a larger size, because the straining buttons pulled slightly tighter every time that the blubbery girl breathed in. Jamie lived in fear of the day that Jody’s titanic tummy finally launched her buttons across the room; it was an inevitable occurrence, since it seemed to be the only thing that would convince the ever-inflating girl to move up another shirt size. Above her giant gut, Jody’s breasts were monumental – great, wobbling gazongas that put their own share of pressure on that tortured shirt, enough that Jamie could see glimpses of the girl’s sturdy, overloaded brassiere through the gaps. Her jeans looked literally painted on, and Babette could hear the seams groaning and creaking as Jody shuffled her pudgy feet awkwardly. You almost wouldn’t notice the leather belt cinched around Jody’s waist, because the stretched belt was almost completely obscured by Jody’s ample muffin top. In fact, Jody’s ridiculous gaudy belt buckle was hidden behind the swell of her enormous gut.
It wasn’t just Jody. The whole Gunderson family was fat, just in varying degrees. Both Mr. and Mrs. Gunderson were two of the hugest people in their small Texas town. They looked like a pair of baby elephants. And the three Gunderson girls were definitely following in their parents’ heavy, thundering footsteps. Jody was downright obese; like each of her parents, she required two chairs to prop up her widening ass at the dinner table, and, judging by the insatiable gusto with which she ate, it wouldn’t be long before she surpassed them and started to require three. Her broad bottom was already creeping over the edges as it was! Middle child Jamie was slightly smaller, but she was still a real wide load. She could get away with just one chair, but it was obvious she really needed two. She spent most dinners squirming around on the clearly inadequate single chair, trying to find a position where her bodacious backside could get comfortable. No matter how she sat, though, at least half of an entire butt cheek would be hanging over the edge, unsupported. You could hear the overloaded chair groan in protest with Jamie’s every movement. The tubby teen clearly needed to add a second chair to distribute her weight a little or one of these days she’d simply bust that chair apart. Youngest sibling Judy was the thinnest member of the family, by which she was merely plump bordering on fat rather than hippopotamus-sized. She could comfortably fit her bulk on a single chair, but you could tell by the girl’s appetite that this would be a fleeting situation.
All three daughters had the same look: blonde, freckled, pie-faced, and BIG. Big everywhere. Big, blubbery bellies stuffed into overworked shirts, spilling out of too-tight pants. Huge, wobbling bosoms that bounced and shimmied as the girls huffed along. Giant butts. Months ago, when Babette had first arrived in America, the difference was striking. A refined city girl from Paris, Babette was a slim, petite Bohemian bunny with short dark hair who favored conservative black turtlenecks and skinny black jeans – a surprising contrast to the three rotund hillbilly honeys that she now shared a bedroom with.
“Jeez, Jamie, I know I’m fat too,” said Jody defensively, “But Babette…I mean, don’t you think she’s gained way too much too fast?”
“Aw, come off it, it ain’t no surprise that she’s gettin’ a little chubby,” said Jamie. “It’s not like there’s ever not enough to eat around here. And it’s not like any of us are exactly thin.”
Jody sighed. She knew, of course, that she was fat. She wasn’t blind, after all.
“A little chubby is one thing,” said Jody, “But she’s gotten downright huge. Jamie, if you were honest with yourself, you’d have to know that she’s bigger than I am now! Ya know what kids are callin’ her at school now? Babette the Blimpette.”
“Babette the blimpette? C’mon, don’t ya think yer exaggerating just a tad? Ain’t nobody said nothin’ like that to me, and, ya know, I ain’t exactly a lightweight neither.” With a bit of rocking, Jamie managed to move herself into a sitting position. Her soft tummy separated into three distinct jellyrolls, settling down on her thunder thighs and nearly covering her entire lap. Her T-shirt barely contained her bulk, pulled tight at the side seams. When she lurched to her feet, her T-shirt popped over the arc of her tubby tummy, leaving a wide swathe of pale pink belly flesh exposed almost to Jamie’s cavernous navel.
“Yea, but you’ve always been chunky,” said Jody. “Me too, and so’s Judy. An’ I’ve had 18 years to blow up to this size. Babette’s jest exploded in jest a few months! An’ if she don’t stop growing soon, criminy, I’m afraid she jest might explode for real!”
“She does eat a lot,” admitted Jody, rubbing her own double chin thoughtfully. “I don’t think she ate that much in France, do you?”
“No,” said Jody, “Cuz remember when she first came here? She barely ate nothing.’ We used to make fun of her for eatin’ like a little bird. But, ya know, no one can resist Mama’s cookin’. You know how Babette’s grown to love it too. Heck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her leave the dinner table without takin’ seconds. Or even thirds.”
“Yeah, an’ remember how she never used to eat fast food?” chimed in Jamie, her memory suddenly jogged. “When we took her to The Burger Barn after school, she used to always try and order salad! But now she definitely likes ta order burgers. She’s always talkin’ about how much she loves American food now.”
“It’s my fault,” said Jody miserably. “I knew she was getting’ a bit pudgy an’ she knew it too. She was all upset about it at first, but I told her it weren’t no big deal.”
Jody remembered the first night that Babette had begun to fret about her increasing size. It was happening just as Babette’s disdain for high calorie American food had begun to wan. Within the month, her indulgence was showing definite effects on her formerly willowy figure. At first, the slender French girl was dismayed to see the beginnings of a little potbelly pooching over the waistband of her pants.
“I really must slow down,” Babette had said to her roommates one night, poking the small sliver of pudge that had appeared around her waist. “Eef I keep growing like zis, I weell be tre énorme by ze time I return home!”
Jody and Jamie looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and then busted out laughing.
“What ees zo funny?” said Babette, as the two fat girls howled. Jamie flopped down on the bed, clutching her rounded middle, which was shaking uncontrollably. Her whopping knockers were also bouncing so wildly that Babette feared they might bust right out of the girl’s bra.
“Babette, look at us,” said Jody, waving her chubby hands to indicate her own expansive body. “Jamie here probably weighs at least four times as much as you—“
“Hey!” yelped Jamie with mock indignation, “I’m not THAT fat! You might weight four times as much as Babette, Lardass, but I probably barely weigh…oh… three times as much as she does!”
Laughing, Jody shrugged her shoulders. “Point taken, Jamie. But you didn’t let me finish – Jamie here probably weighs four times as much as you do and I probably weight FIVE times as much as you do. So it’s kind of funny to hear you complaining about your weight.”
Babette flushed bright red. “Oh, oh, zo zorry! I didn’t mean – I didn’t mean to imply…” Babette stuttered, obviously hoping that she hadn’t offended her hosts.
Jody waved it off. “Ain’t nothing. Don’t you worry about that, Babette, we’re fat and we know it. We’re just sayin’, y’all need to lighten up a bit. Jest remember you ain’t never gonna look fat so long as we’re around.”
And Babette had taken Jody’s rash words to heart. Over the weeks, her acceptance of fatty food was replaced with genuine desire. This decadent American food filled her with pleasures that she hadn’t even dreamed of in France, so she plunged into her new indulgent lifestyle with an almost dangerous gusto. Once she’d gotten past the barrier of worrying about a little chub, there was no turning back. Babette’s lust for food quickly turned into an outright addiction. For a while, she continued to squeeze her swelling form into her old clothes but soon she found she could not longer zip her skinny jeans and shortly thereafter she couldn’t even pull them over her plumping thighs. Luckily, Judy was happy to give Babette her hand-me-downs. Weeks later, Babette found that she was having the same problem; Judy’s once baggy clothes were starting to bind around her hips and thighs. After blowing out the seat of Judy’s old trousers at dinner one night, she was forced to swap out and start wearing Jamie’s old clothes. That would have been fine, but Babette’s appetite continued to grow in pace with her waistline. Everyday, it seemed like more and more of Babette’s field of vision was being dominated by her growing front, by a belly inching out insidiously farther and farther, by a pair of boobs plumping up up up.
The day finally came.
Jody came into her room to find Babette hopping around as best she could at her size. More accurately, the blubbery brunette was bouncing, because every flabby part of her body was wobbling and wiggling as she struggled to pull a giant pair of Jody’s old jeans up her thick thunder thighs.
“Babette!” said Jody in shock, “Those are the jeans I was wearing the day I picked you up from the airport!”
“Well, zey are too small,” moaned Babette. Indeed, Babette had finally managed to pull them up over her thighs, but they looked as tight as sausage casings around her hips and thighs. The front zipper fly was spread wide open.
“Ze problem ees zat I gain differently zan you do,” said Babette, desperately grasping at straws. “You girls all have beeg bellies and boobs. I gain downstairs, no? It all goes to zees delightful derriere.” Babette turned and pointed at her burgeoning behind. It was true, Babette’s shelf-like rump had blimped even more than the rest of her, bloating up into two round hemispheres of blubber that filled her pants so completely that the top of her cheeks were always oozing over the hem of her jeans. To avoid prominent panty lines, Babette had been forced to swear only thongs weeks ago.
Jody shook her head to bring herself back to the present. “Jamie, we gotta do something. We’ve been sittin’ around way too long, watchin’ Babette turn herself into a…into a blimpette. We can’t send her back ta France lookin’ like that! She wouldn’t even fit on th’ airplane at her size!”
“Alright,” said Jamie, “But what’re we gonna do? We can’t jest chain up the refrigerator or nothin’! An’ you know mama ain’t gonna cotton ta cookin’ less. She loves how us gals all have healthy appetites!”
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Jody. “The only way we’re gonna get Babette to stop expanding is if we get her to stop eating.”
“Ha! Good luck on that!”
“I think, Jamie, that it might be time that we had an intervention…”

After another day of gorging, Babette was finally on her way home. She’d stopped by a few of her favorite fast food joints after school, just to pick up a little snack, mind you. Of course, as usual, that little snack had turned into a major feast as Babette couldn’t resist ordering almost everything on the menu that she could conceivably stuff into her plump, round face. Afterwards, she was so stuffed that she could only sit silently in the booth, wheezing and gasping, as her overloaded belly strained to digest as much as it could. After a few hours, she finally felt alert enough to waddle back home.
The once slender continental cutie had changed significantly. Her pretty face was still framed by her short, dark hair, but her angular form had long since disappeared, buried under mountains of grade-A, certified, All-American blubber. Having outgrown most of Jody’s hand-me-downs, Babette was clad in the only thing that still fit her: Jody’s old stretchy pink tracksuit. She had to leave the sweat top unzipped, because it simply wouldn’t close anymore over her billowing paunch and huge, grandiloquent hooters. The white undershirt was stretched pretty tight, squiching up against her bust so tightly that you could clearly make out the indents of Babette’s large nipples. Her inflated bosom demanded so much give in the material that there was barely anything left to cover the heaving gut below. The shirt had become a belly-shirt, leaving Babette’s big, pink gut bare. Babette’s sweatpants were also stretched completely to the max around her wide hips and delicious derriere. There had once been a drawstring around the pants’ waist, but it had long since been completely consumed Babette’s increasing waistline demanded more and more give to accommodate it.
She was holding a greasy paper bag in one chubby hand with a logo that Jody recognized from a local fast food joint. In her other hand, she clutched a liter sized soda cup.
Arriving at the front doorway, she fumbled with her key before throwing open the door.
“”Ello, what is all zis?” said Babette quizzically, raising the soda to her pink lips to take a long swig. Confusion registered in the corpulent cutie’s round face, her perplexed frown drawing attention to her now prominent double chin.
She had thought that maybe Jody and Jamie would be home already, sprawled out on the sofa watching TV as they usually did. But instead, the room was filled with people. Babette recognized most of them from school, they were classmates and friends. There was Melissa, the mousy girl who sat next to her in math class, and there was Andrew, the class clown from chemistry, and there was Francine, the loudmouth girl from home ec and there was Jamie and Judy and… But why were they all here?
The noise of a throat being cleared attracted Babette’s attention. Jody stood off to the side.
“Babette, why don’t you come in and have a seat?”
“Ques que c’est?” asked Babette, still uncomprehending.
Jody motioned toward a wooden chair set up in the middle of the room.
Babette lurched forward, but stopped suddenly. Her hips brushed the sides of the doorframe. Frowning, she tried to push herself forward. She craned her neck to try and see behind herself, a difficult maneuver given her extreme size. Jody buried her face in her hands, unable to watch the pathetic spectacle, as Babette struggled to fit through the doorway. It was absolutely ridiculous to think that Babette’s hips had grown so thick and padded that they wouldn’t squeeze through the door anymore.
“Oh, Jody, could you hold zees for a moment?” said Babette plaintively, holding out the soda and greasy food-stuffed paper bag. Sighing, Jody took them gingerly, and then watched as Babette placed her palms against the wall to either side of her and pushed with all her might.
“Ughhhhhh!” Babette groaned, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. The over-stuffed sweetie pushed with all her might, struggling so hard that her massive mammories bounced and swayed inside her skin-tight undershirt. Jody heard a few of the boys in the assembled crowd whispering to each other. Jody frowned. She had called all these kids here to try and convince Babette that there was a problem with her sky-rocketing weight and ever-expanding waistline. The last thing she needed was for some of the boys to start seeing advantages to Babette’s new size. She was about to step forward to help her stuck friend – anything to get those boobs to stop swaying – but Babette suddenly popped free before she could say anything. With a final loud grunt, Babette’s bodacious booty burst free of the doorway and the tubby teen lurched forward, nearly falling flat on her face (and her monumental bosom!)
“Phew! Zat was hard work!” said Babette, wiping her brow with a chubby hand as she waddled the last few feet to the center of the room and plopped her massive rump down on the chair. The chair groaned and creaked beneath her bulk, loud enough that some of the nearer kids started edging away in fear that they might be hit by flying splinters when the chair inevitably buckled under the pressure of Babette’s soft, flabby body. “Oh, Jody, merci for holding my snack!” Babette held out her plump hand to take back the fast-food take-out bag.
“I don’t think so, Babette,” said Jody, defiantly placing the bag and soda on the counter behind her. “I think y’all have had enough to eat today.”
A hurt, confused look crossed Babette’s pretty round face. “Que?”
Jody sighed. There was no way to say this easily. “Babette, I- don’t you think it’s a little, uh, troubling that you just got stuck in a doorway?”
“Non,” said Babette flatly. “Ze doorway ees way too narrow. Ee not beeg enough for a girl of my stature.”
“That’s one way to put it,” muttered Jody. “If by stature, you mean width.”
“What do you mean, Jody?” asked Babette. She still looked confused, but Jody noticed that the ballooning beauty’s posture had stiffened, something that had the unfortunate result of pushing her enormous bustline and bulging gut out further, causing her undershirt to slip up over her belly a few more inches.
Jody looked at Jamie, who shook her head. There was no way to sugarcoat this.
“You’ve gone off the deep end, Babette,” said Jody, “Look at yourself!”
“Oh, you exaggerate, Jody, I know I’ve put on a couple pounds, but what can a girl do? All this delicious American cooking! It’s simply to die for!” Babette fluttered her eyelids in ecstasy as she brought another cupcake to her plump, glossy lips.
“I’d hardly call what you’ve been eating American cooking,” said Jody, crossing her arms under her own mountainous tits. “You’ve just been eating junk food. And now look at you! Babette, you’ve only been here a few months and you’ve blown up like a balloon! Remember when you first outgrew your own clothes?”
“Yes,” said Babette quietly, “But you said it wouldn’t be a problem, zat I could always wear your ‘and-me-downs!”
The other kids in the room all turned to look at Jody, shock and accusations evident in their eyes. Jody sighed. She was already feeling enough responsibility for Babette’s new zeppelin-like proportions; she didn’t need to be reminded that it was her own rash words that had originally set Babette on this course, that had made the poor naïve marshmallow maiden believe that she shouldn’t watch her waistline as long as she had Jody around to compare herself to.
“Wow, Jody, did you really tell her that?” asked Francine. “That’s practically giving her permission to eat anything she wants!”
“Yeah, you really didn’t think that one through,” agreed Jamie, lounging against a wall. Jamie smirked. Even though she agreed with her older sister that something had to be done before Babette ate herself into immobility, she still delighted, as all younger sisters do, when her older sister got into trouble. Next to her, Judy nodded in agreement.
“Quiet, you two!” said Jody, “I know what I said and I don’t need you guys remindin’ me. Look, Babette, I told you that you didn’t need to worry as long as I was bigger than you are. But, well, I don’t know how to tell you this, girl, but…You got big!”
“Just a leetle beet beeg,” interrupted Babette hopefully.
“No, girl, you got WAY big. You got bigger than me. Look at yourself, you must outweigh me by at least a good 50 pounds. How much do you weigh now?”
Babette nervously ran her hands over the vast arc of her bloated belly. Her stomach eased in and out slightly with her breathing, giving her middle the look of a tire being inflated.
Jody snapped her fingers. “Well, I think it’s high time we found out. Judy, bring out the scale, would ya?”
The youngest Gunderson sister jumped to her feet and scurried out of the room, returning moments later with the bathroom scale. She plopped it down on the floor next to the seated Babette, who eyed it with intense distrust.
“Go ahead, Babette, get on the scale,” urged Jody, “Get on and I think you’ll see that you’ve got more than just ‘a leetle beet beeg.’”
“Fine! I shall! Watch, you’ll see that I’ve just put on maybe a couple pounds. Surely not as so much as you theenk.” Babette tried to stand, but almost immediately fell back down in her chair, overwhelmed by her own size.
“Zees chair ees too low to zee ground,” complained Babette. “Eez no good for a grown girl.”
“I think the problem is that your center of gravity is too low to the ground,” snarked Jamie, watching as Babette’s squirming sent thick ripples through her meaty thighs and backside. Judy covered her mouth to hide her giggling, and several other kids snickered to themselves.
Everyone in the room watched as the zaftig zeppelin’s wide, gelatinous rump wobbled and shook at the impact. Babette stiffened again, her face taking on a stern look of determination, as she lurched forward again, huffing and puffing, to awkwardly stumble to her feet. She looked down, and frowned.
“Now where ees zat scale?” She felt around on the ground with her foot, looking for the scale, and Jody realized, with a combination of shock and awe, that Babette had literally grown so rotund that she couldn’t see over her own boobs and belly.
“Judy, Jamie, give me a hand here.” The three Gunderson girls came forward and, with Judy and Jamie at either side and Jody bending down to push the scale, they managed to guide Babette to stand on top of it. Everyone in the room waited for a moment as the dial spun around. Eventually, it came to a rest.
“What does eet say?” asked Babette. She looked off to her left, feigning interest in the all because it would be too embarrassing to try and fail to peer over her impossible midsection.
“450 pounds,” said Jody solemnly.
“Oh my gawd, really?” howled Jamie. “That’s unbelievable! Jody, that’s way more than 50 pounds over your weight! You’re only, what, 320?”
“Yeah, last I checked,” mumbled Jody, struggling to her own feet.
The room around them erupted into excited whispers.
“450 is really fat, you know,” said Judy quietly. She felt bad about pointing it out, but it had to be said.
“It’s no wonder you’ve got that new nickname at school,” blurted out Francine. Jody made a sour face at the loudmouthed girl to indicate that she should shut up, but the damage was done. Babette had already heard her.
“Wot do they call me at school?” she asked.
“They call you Babette the blimpette.”
Babette looked confused. “Wot ees a blimpette?”
“Ahem,” said Jody. She had called this intervention because she was worried about Babette’s size, but she had hoped that they would be able to spare her feelings a little bit and not have to tell her about the mocking name her expanding assets had earned her. Still, if the embarrassment helped to drive home the severity of Babette’s new eating addiction, then maybe it was the right thing to tell her…
“A blimpette is, you know, a girl blimp. Like the Goodyear blimp.”
“Yeah, chimed in Jamie, “Cuz you’re as big as the Goodyear blimp!”
“Jamie! That’s not nice!”
“Well, she is! Hey, you’re the one who wanted to have an intervention. I’m just helping!”
“No, you’re not, you don’t have to be a jerk about it!”
“Zees name ees not correct,” piped up Babette suddenly, “I am not zo beeg to be a bleemp. Eef Babette was to be, how you say, bleempette, she would ‘ave to be muzz, muzz beeger!”
“Well, yeah, I guess if you were literally to be blimp-sized, yeah, you’d have to be bigger. But…”
“Babette would ‘ave much work to do to be beeg as a bleempette!” said Babette, “I am nowhere near zat beeg for a long time yet, non? So Babette has nozzing to worry about! Now, eef you could geeve me my soda and burgers back s'il vous plait?”
“We didn’t mean it as a challenge, Babette!” said Jody incredulously. “You’re not supposed to stop eating when you’re literally as big as a blimp! Criminy, don’t you guys have metaphors in France?”
Her complaints fell on deaf ears because Babette was already waddling across the room to retrieve her food, tearing open the bag on the counter and stuffing great big hunks of hamburger into her greedy mouth.
“Tres bien! Jody, you are so lucky to ‘ave such theengs in America! In France, we don’t have such delights!”
“It’s a good thing,” muttered Jody, “Or you’d be the size of a truck. Oh no, don’t look at me like that, I didn’t mean you’d really be that big – just…never mind!”
She buried her face in her hands as Babette continued to eat. This intervention had not gone according to plan at all!
Anyone have anymore?
First productive posts of this thread.
>>2066 Thank you.
Any chance of getting Bursting at the Seams?
>>2075
Thank you for all of your posts!
Hmm.
>>2089
Hey Molly, this is awkward.

I personally don't share any of the stories I receive from your patreon, but I guess I can't really critique people doing so. I really wish people wouldn't just so they can support you (Writing is difficult and takes time, I tried it at it did drain me) because you do often release these stories for free after a while (Or every week with Alice). I guess these great stories being shared publicly might help for publicity or boost people wanting to read, but I think people should try and take a break on Writers. While I know I am saying this on a site dedicated to piracy, Molly is a writer who I really think has done a lot for the community, be it the incredible Alice Saga (Which had a great recent part, even as someone a bit squeamish for more sexual activities) or their ability to branch out into more uncommon fetishes or fantasies (Gamer Girl being one of my favorite short stories from her, even as someone who dosn't like scat). I just hope that this bit of sharing hasn't hurt you too much and hope you can still continue to write some of the freakiest, funniest and most famous FA material out there.

P.S. Since you have shown up mollycoddles, What is your favorite Patreon exclusive story you have produced?
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It looks like things have been hamstrung here. Kinda sad, honestly, things were just getting good…
Anyone got office embarrassment?
>>2220
seconded
>>2220
seconded
>>2222
also seconded? though most likely never going to happen here.
it'd be cool if they tossed a story out here for free every once in a while. especially at their high post rate.
>>2232
every alice chapter gets posted on her deviantart
>>2239
Oh, really
>>2537
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Does anybody have Bonebell's Link weight gain story, "A Hefty Gerudo Indeed"?

https://bonebell.deviantart.com/art/Zelda-Botw-A-Hefty-Gerudo-Indeed-Preview-male-wg-726095079

There's a preview up on the DeviantArt page but the whole thing's still behind the Patreon wall.
>>1332
>The Fat Fad
I'm also interested in that one
>>2756
thanks!
>>2756
I missed it, any chance of a reup?
>>2756

please reup
>>2220
eh, fourthed?? seriously though, looks interesting
>>2799
>>2801
You can find it on Yiff.party
>>2818
what if we can't use yiff party ?
>>2818
I haven't been able to access yiff party at all lately
Anyone able to update this? https://yiff.party/263262
A pound a day comes your way!
Round and sprawled in bed, you’ll lay.
To whoever will feed you, you shall obey,
your muscles and vigor shall soon decay.
Over activity cravings, you’ll choose homestay,
delivery boxes coming your way.
Soaring weight gain will movements slay,
taking you through immobility gateway.
A pound a day, a pound a day.
Fat forever you’ll further stay.
Your contacts will vanish, but money shall stay,
and anything but hungry, you’ll be everyday.
The few of the chosen, will aid the way,
fattening further your body array.
Bloated, glutted, and stuffed, like prey,
a lard pile that’s breathing, per se.
To utterly melt your resistance away,
I dare you remember, - a pound a day!
You’ll never be able to break it away.
Relax and embrace ever fattening stay!
>>2220
>>2537
Both of those stories can be found here: https://yiff.party/112422
Just click the document below the story and you download it. Would anyone be able to update the yiff.party drive to get some more missed stories?
anyone have access to FF premium and not mind getting the the story in the pic?

Successor to https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=44541

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