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3fdd4 No.258[View All]

Hey sickos, let's get another family feeding story thread going. Generally I lean towards mother/son relationships (son helps mom get fat) but anything is welcome.

The original thread contains my stories "Mother Son Story", "Jason and Kate", "Mom & Paul", "Mom's New Appetite" and "Oediplus".
http://vi-test.bbw-chan.net/elite/res/1083.html

The second thread ha my story "Concerned About Mom"
http://bbw-chan.net/elite/res/2422.html

Also relevant:
http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1957024-Magic-ring-from-ancient-times
(lots of different mother & son weight gain scenarios)
http://maverickthewriter.deviantart.com/art/The-Wicked-Stepfather-Revisited-Part-1-314047638
(very dark epic where stepfather fattens daughter)
https://www.literotica.com/s/hedonist-bbw-mom
(mother and adult son, she's become very fat, eating and sex)
https://www.literotica.com/s/grotte-dinceste
(adult brother and sister, she's become very fat, sex)
http://fanedfox.deviantart.com/art/The-Best-Summer-Ever-83221328
(mother and daughter gaining weight together)
http://ilikebellies.deviantart.com/art/Mother-Dearest-528800193
(to spite her mother, daughter runs away to stepmother and gets very fat)
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36e1b No.1460

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>>1401
That sounds awesome. The parents could start getting suspicious, sister finding new ways to sneak calories into her diet, working up the moral depravity to masturbate to pics on his facebook haha..

i know i was just pushing some Writing.com stories but this sounds like a good premise for a new story. That could pretty much be the whole of chapter one about her seeing her brother as an adult, finding out about his gf, he leaves and she has to decide if and how she's gonna get fat.

6130c No.1461

>>1460
Wow. I never thought I would get praise from the great Flesh himself! I'm terrible at writing, but I'm slowly working out how to start the story. Hell, I might just put it on writing.com and just leaving up multiple ways for the story to go.

61e10 No.1568

Anybody know how to block an author from a writing.com interactive story? Look what happened to magic ring…..

aa246 No.1571

>>1568
Wait, what happened? Did someone make the story specific to their tastes or something?

e9025 No.1572

>>1571
Someone's been going on about homophobia and incest, ending the stories lines because they have a personal beef

bda97 No.1575

Just saw the new "Spider-Man: Homecoming" movie; wouldn't mind seeing a story where Aunt May becomes massive and develops feelings for Peter (he reminds her so much of her late husband, Ben), but decides to repress them… that is, until she realizes she's his aunt only through marriage!

6130c No.1576

>>1572
Where is this? The only new chapters I see are about massive asses? Than again, if it's within the chapters I guess I need to give them a read…

89667 No.1577

>>1576
They got deleted but this isn't the first time its happened.

2a6fe No.1582

>>1577
weird, missed it.

people get touchy sometimes. i remember I contributed to magic ring on one of the branches about the son becoming obese (which to me is pretty queer in itself but w/e…) and gave the chapter an option where your character can become transgender while they become obese because they love huge women.

and like fair enough, that's pretty fucked up, but within a day the option was taken down. weird place to draw the line in a gayish weight gain / incest story.

anyway, keep contributing to the stories kids.

52a4c No.1616

I need more of Toby and Lucy.

25ab5 No.1674

Can anyone re-post "Jason and Kate"?

3a993 No.1750

>>1309
More please. Absolutely love this

e1183 No.1831

Need more sister content

61ad6 No.1841

Any good stories about daughters fattening their mothers?

97a75 No.1842

>>1841
+1 for this

600a6 No.1844

>>1841
Love stuff like this. Hope there are some out there

1ff48 No.1856

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I know I keep saying it but if you guys want new content you should do some writing yourselves because there's not much stuff out there. Even just short stories posted here or contributions to Writing.com threads are appreciated.

I'm always looking for new WG/incest stuff from all over the net but it's pretty rare. If I find anything I'll share it here first.

I'm pretty busy these days but if I'm going to do any more writing I'd probably finish off Momma's Boy first since its got potential to get pretty dark. I don't have any other strong ideas at the moment and the idea of a son being pampered into obesity is the one that's interesting me the most at the moment. But I'm not in a rush to finish it right now so don't hold your breath.

8d7c5 No.1858

>>1856
>Pretty Dark
How dark are we talkin', Flesh?

1ff48 No.1860

>>1858
idk… Son starts domming Mom for food/pampering? Son starts getting health issues?

But again, don't hold your breath.

b408c No.1861

>>1860
I'd love to see some health issues. That would be fantastic.
My ctrl+F keys are primed.

b5e23 No.1862

>>1856
Please, please finish the story. I found inspiration for my story in yours and I'll try and write it down, even thou I'm a shit/novice writer.

Just maybe a request/wish from my part… I wouldn't dare to "command"/"order" you how or abouth what you write, but could you put in some elements of hiding his weight? This part was such a turn on :
>>660
" “Aw Toby! Please don't cry!” she was starting to get distressed now, “What if… what if I happened to have a pack Reese's Pieces left over from Halloween?”
Toby stopped crying for a moment, “Mom?”
“I know you're not meant to have snacks on your swimming diet,” Lucy said slyly as she fished the packet out from its hiding place under the sink, “but what your father doesn't know won't kill him.”
Lucy knew straight away when she saw her son's eyes light up that she had done the right thing. Toby wolfed the entire pack down like a hungry dog, thanking his mom over and over and over. Truth is she didn't do it for the thanks, just to see her boy smile was enough.

Scott yelled at his son during the next weigh in, and he screamed at him in the one after. Toby was still terrified of his father but he couldn't say “no” to his mother's sneaky treats. It was a milkshake here and a cupcake with cream there but the microscopic changes in the reading on the scale were enough to set his father off."

Loved it to death and would be really happy if I could read more about her hiding his weight.

I was also thinking of morphing a picture or two for the story if you want.

Again, thank you for your excellent writing.

b5e23 No.1863

>>1860
Hmm, domming Mom, wanting to just eat and play video games all the time.
Mommy starting to worry about his weight so she starts to massage his fat so he doesn't get decubitus wounds, because he sits all the time. She gets turned on by his fat, but can't and won't admit that to herself.

Also love the idea that he likes his tight clothes (his trunks) so he just continues to wear them.

6e232 No.2101

bump

77ede No.2112

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get it while it’s hot

http://files.fm/u/y3rr33ff

684e0 No.2117

>>2112
Holy shit! Thanks man!

002b7 No.2118

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>>2112
you are a wonderful human being
1,000,000,000,000,000 internets for you good sir

43398 No.2133

>>2112
reupbload pls?

3fd03 No.2143

Soo, is this thread dead? The videos and everything were nice. But I was wondering if anyone found or has written anymore stories…

3ba08 No.2144

>>2143
God I hope not… still waiting for a conclusion to Momma's Boy

34a9f No.2146

>>2112

Reup?

dec3c No.2149

>>2112
Reup?

f437c No.2156

>>2149
files.fm files expire too? This is getting to be as bad as airbridge when I see a thread for the first time. :(

050e7 No.2158

Can anyone reup the videos? :(

3fd03 No.2197

The were all unclean in the family. Father was a harsh, older white man who'd had the joy sucked out of him slowly over the years. It was his second marriage and all preconceptions of love and companionship and eventually evaporated. He would keep Mother on edge with emotional ambiguity, frequent outbursts of verbal abuse, and occasionally laying a hand upon her. He felt like life had fucked dealt him a bad hand. Mother was a victim but she wasn't pure. A younger woman, part Turkish, she'd spent a good portion of her life manipulating the weaknesses of men's sexuality and narrow ambitions to a life of luxury. Hence why she'd married a cold, wealthy man. But instead of freedom and luxury she'd found herself the stress-ball of a cowardly, bitter man. If he felt the hand of fate had short-changed him, then she saw only her own hand failing her. Then there was Son. I can't be said whether or not he came out of the womb clean, or if he was born endowed with his mother's lack of human compassion. Either way, his mother groomed him into a machine that set goals and made straight lines toward them.

She taught him early on that people were animals adept to at licking their wounds, and helping them didn't inherently change this behaviour. Instead she taught him to shed the human emotions that didn't serve him. This resulted in an overachiever by middle school who had little in the way of friends. And who didn't care. His father didn't trust him, and neither should he have. His mother didn't either, but she was smart enough to design him an Achilles heel. By the time he hit puberty she discretely plied him with pornography, which he took too heavily. Then she started working out. Hard. She was always slim, but with a regular routine she was became a knockout. Olive skin, very slim, but with a tiny bit of ass and bosom, long legs with a distinct thigh-gap, strong middle eastern facial features and long black hair. After make-up and figure hugging clothes she was a diagram of teenage desire, arranged in no subtle manner. Father thought it was a cheap bid for his attention, and like all the small amounts of power he was given he squandered it by ignoring her. But her son did not.

And so, the otherwise cold and unfeeling boy now had a compass; a sexual addiction. And mother had something over him. He would watch her, taking in her beauty, trying not to be caught staring at her slight frame when she wore her swimsuit or her workout gear. He could see her ribs, her pelvic bones, the sexy little space between her legs carved out like by god or something like him. He was obsessive and she played to it.

She set sewed the seeds. She would show him outfits and ask his opinion. Make him compare her to celebrities and, eventually, the women in his magazines. She asked him if he liked her like he liked other women and he said yes, with none of the fear or hesitation you'd find in a person. She told him that she didn't mind, but she warned him his father would. She reminded him of what an oppressive, emotional, irrational man his father was. A man compiled of all the things mother and son had weeded out of themselves.

After several more discussions like this, mother and son decided that they'd be better off without father. And squeamishness aside, he'd be more manageable dead than divorced. Wives were always the first suspects in a homicide, so they decided that mother's prints couldn't be anywhere near this. Son was diligent and researched lethal alternatives to father's heart medication. Two weeks later he suffered a massive heart-attack and ended up in hospital. After a couple of days he suffered a bad reaction to his medication and had another heart attack that killed him. His son was with him until the end.
Mother and son let the dust settle. Without suspicion they received life insurance that matched the late patriarch's hefty salary as his wife didn't work. It was more than they needed and mother took them out to dinner to celebrate. Her late husband had no taste for lavish food and never took her out, so tonight she over-ordered and picked at her many dishes like a greedy king. When they got home they retired to the bedroom and son asked to pleasure his mother. Mother explained to him that its was an act against God, a notion he didn't understand. She explained that there were things they could do safely without crossing the boundary. She put on a sultry jazz album and treated her son to an exotic display, a slow dance where she removed each layer. He watched her slowly reveal her thin, athletic form. Thin beats of sweat dripped down her boney physique. She showed him her pert tits, then her damp little pussy, and slid her cheeks apart to give him a glimpse of her asshole as he beat off furiously.

Between mouthfuls at the restaurant she explained to him what he could do in lieu of full-blown penetration. They would search through a catalogue of male escorts and she'd let her son pick his surrogate. He would hide in the wardrobe and beat off whilst his mother would run through preplanned scenarios of his choice. They'd eaten out almost every night since the insurance pay-out, and she seemed to adore burning her husband's money on courses and sides. The settled on a traditionally handsome but rather skinny gigolo who looked like he could play her son in a movie. They had very vanilla sex and she repeated the cheesy, teenage sex cliches her son had written for her. He knew he had room to improve but he beat off in the cupboard nonetheless.

With her son entranced and her husband dead, mother dropped the gym routine like a bad habit. She kept up the sexy clothing and the make-up though, these were luxury items and she deserved to look good. This washer retirement and she aimed to enjoy it, filling her days with things that brought her pleasure and scrapping those that she'd only kept up for the sake of social interaction. Her son was less than enthused that the sex he'd been all but promised failed to materialise, but he knew that his mother had a point. He instead focused on making the cupboard situation as ideal as possible, now getting his mother fucked on a weekly basis whilst he improved dialogue, positions and viewing angles.

Three months passed and he was still unsatisfied. He'd run through so many scenarios that the taboo and excitement had all but faded. He was masturbating twice a day and grew less and less satisfied. He just kept thinking back to that first night when his mother had given him the dance that represented compromise. That woman, so slim and so flexible, slowly stripping and revealing to him the things he wouldn't have. That body and that dance would live on and on and on in his memory. And it would have to, as he watched in silent horror as his mother let that body fall to ruin. Her all-day sessions of luxury gorging, lounging and sleeping-in had caused her to plump up. And quickly. Her son watched shower, fuck, eat and get changed with dismay. He told himself that she was only a couple months away from the woman he almost fucked that night. As she stripped down to have sex with one of her regulars, he almost lost his boner as she slid her pants down to reveal a muffin top where she'd once had those perfect pelvic bones showing through.
Determined to take her enjoyment to the next level, she hired an in-house chef to prepare meals for her. She grew fatter. You see, another woman of her class, age and social status would have a different set of priorities and would be mortified at their physical appearance showing the signs of greed or laziness and making others uncomfortable. But she only masqueraded as what we'd call a person, and now that she'd achieved unprecedented levels of personal freedom she dedicated herself to self pleasure. She didn't hide her overeating, and her son had a front row seat to watch his mother become obese.

He admitted he enjoyed how big her boobs became, but the rest was crime against nature. Watching her thigh gap cave in at a glacial pace was torture, until one day they finally touched. And then they touched a lot. Around the same time her ass went from “respectable” to “kinky” and then finally heading towards “lower class”. He watched it jiggle as his mother left the room and felt as though someone had let a leak ruin a Rembrant, leaving it bloated and saggy. It became harder and harder to watch the men fuck his mother with her stomach looking like a pregnancy of desserts, bouncing away with each pound. He asked her point blank during her breakfast waffles one morning, how fat she was planning to become. She barely looked up from her meal to tell him off for his rudeness. He quipped that watching a flabbier version of his trophy-mother get pounded by someone who actually looked after their body wasn't what he signed up for.

She knew this was coming. As she helped herself to another crème brule and cream in the darkness later that night she weighed up her options. She could kill him too, but it would be too obvious. Plus in the space of a couple of months she'd become in the worst shape of her life. She wasn't going to buck her eating habits she'd worked so hard for and take up gym again for the little brat either. Could she really score an all-round wind or was she going to have to compromise again? Days later she met her son in candle-light in her room and brokered a deal with him. He'd reprogrammed himself before, and she told him that if he could bend his desires toward the now over-endowed and growing more so mother she would give him her body completely. Hesitantly he agreed. She bought him a stack of fat porn mags as a sign of good faith.

He poured over fleshy pornography like a scholar, aligning his favourite women with their unfit counterparts where he could in an attempt to transition himself. He plunged deep into images of obese women and became to wire his brain to see body fat like a mass of something not unlike breasts and ass, plentiful and greedy. Everyone of the women were exerting power and luxury, and everyone of them was his mother. After a week of training he felt like he was ready to begin. They lit the room for of candles and, after a time, his mother walked out of the bathroom in a very tight dress and downright fuckable make-up. He was glad he hadn't waited longer than a week, she was going to be more than a handful tonight at her current size. She played some music again, but this time instead of sultry jazz she put on a sleazy funk number. She began to dance, but at her size she lacked the grace and subtly of last time. She swung her ass, bounced back and forth and her body slightly wobbled and jiggled here and there. She stripped, reclaiming some of her grace again but at times struggling to get her clothing past her heftier portions. Once again she revealed those fat breasts and her big, adorable nipples. She slid her panties down and pussy, whilst submerged in a pair of thick thighs, was still as cute and wet as it had been. Finally her ass, and she definitely didn't retain all of the grace she had used the first time due to the sheer weight of her ass cheek now, but her modest asshole was hot nonetheless. She was nude, overweight and out of breath. He must have acquainted himself with fat women well because he managed to maintain his erection through the whole session.
He continued to reprogram himself, masturbating to different aspects of overweight women's bodies and obese lifestyles. Some nights they would fuck, but many they would hire a male prostitute and he'd watch again. The difference was that she'd now yell explicit things relating to her size and her poor health during intercourse to help her son stay submerged in his fat-training. At times he'd sit with her as she'd gorge on something in her underwear, and he'd concentrate on her and masturbate. In her pursuit of gourmet pleasures she was rapidly approaching obesity, and he was quickly becoming attracted to it. Like a fruit perpetually approaching optimum ripeness, she grew heavier and more fertile.

Amongst the weight, the fat-centric sex talk and the general air of “downward spiral” the household full of food wrappers and used condoms was becoming, one by one the gigolos began to give up coming to the house. It reached a point where only the skinny pretty boy from day one was still willing to come and fuck the overweight widow who was slowly eating herself to death in mourning. He'd had court-side seats watching her ass go from centrefold to almost tripling in size, making it harder and harder to penetrate her deeply. It was unpleasant, but she always offered him above and beyond what any other client could give.

A good year after father had died, mother and son planned an anniversary celebration. Son waited in the candle-lit room with baited breath. She came out, her obesity crammed into what would look like lingerie on another woman. She waddled over to the stereo and he took a moment to really take in her size. Still pristine olive skin, still immaculately sexy make-up, and still those striking Turkish features. But gluttony had made her a big girl. Her ass was huge covered in cellulite with chubby cheeks plumped up hard against each other, her tits were massive and threw themselves hard side-to-side. Her neck was littered with chins and her gut was a fat mass of pure greed that hung to keep her perfect pussy away from the world. When she finally made it to the stereo it wasn't jazz or funk, it was some bass heavy Lil Wayne track that started bumping. Mother scrapped the grace and elegance lazily began to wobble her mass with both hands to the beat. It was the least strenuous dance she could muster, and she probably wouldn't have “danced” at all if her son hadn't insisted. She popped her massive melons out and swung them low for her son. She made her ass clap, and spanked herself. She pulled her belly away and underwear to one side to show a pussy buried deep in her thigh fat, a manoeuvre that made her skinnier attempts look like swan lake. Finally, panting, she got on the bed on all fours, facing away from her son, and heaved her massive ass cheeks apart to reveal her comparatively petite asshole, straining for a moment before letting the weight of her ass slap back together.

Exhausted, she pleaded that her son just get on with it. He presented her with an ice cream cake to occupy her, which she chowed down on while he mounted her. His hads grasped large heaps of ass flesh and when properly positioned he slid deep inside of her. He felt every part of her massive body gyrate like a waterbed, a free hand alternately slapping and groping her flabby mass to get a feel for her complete size. Was this the same time woman who's bones lay so close to the surface a year ago? She'd eaten triple her bodyweight in that time, and she was more of a sexual being because of it. She gasped and moaned with pleasure between mouthfuls; penetration perfectly complimented a big meal. Usually he'd take his time, but tonight he lit himself cum in her as soon as the feeling's came. Pleasure, and then the old sensations came to him. He only felt a humongous, warm embrace all over his body. Mid cake, she was disappointed that it had ended so quickly but it was no matter because she'd make him finish her too.

They were both too deep into it now to back off, but it was far too human to assume that shame, morality or a sense of divine guidance were ideas that applied to mother and son. No, this is in the purest sense a happy ending. Two people whittled down to their purest desires and reaching a point in their lives where they had those pleasures as accessible to them as though it were on tap. Him, not only free to masturbate and fucking his way through everyday but also having bent his will to find his mother's predicament the height of arousal. She, given unlimited amounts of sex and food at only the cost of her physical health. But morbidly obese and becoming more so, she did not concern herself with a fear of appearing grotesquely overweight and even less of her impending health issues. If she died 600lbs with an expensive pastry in her mouth she had won.

T H E
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3fd03 No.2198

After marrying my step father Paul, mom started to change. Paul was loaded, and way out of Mom's league, which made the cynical part of me felt like he had picked her because he knew she be obedient. It was subtle at first, but after a few new dresses, a treadmill, a whole heap of makeup and faint mentions of cosmetic surgery it became clear that Paul was trying to create his own trophy wife.

Paul was a douchebag, and I ended up moving inter-state just to be out of his house. Well, that and college. I spoke to Mom regularly though, and she seemed happy enough. After my first semester Mom came down to visit me. We scheduled to meet at a cafe, and I almost didn't recognise the woman who greeted me with a broad smile. Now, Mom was never fat but at very least she had a bit of hips, butt, gut and bust to spare. And why wouldn't she, she had lived thoroughly. But this woman who greeted me was stick thin, too much make-up and dressed in bland housewife fashion. Mom used to have warm, cosy hugs, but this woman gave me something boney and forgettable before sitting her little butt down opposite me.

“…and so that's when Paul was kind enough to offer to pay for lipo!” Mum was treating herself to her second slice of tart by the time she finished explaining where her totally-not-a-problem thighs and belly had disappeared to.
“Wow how fucking generous of him,” I totally didn't say. Instead I said something half asses about how great her half ass looked.
“Thanks! The best part of all is that I didn't need to diet or anything. I mean, you know how bad I am with portions and exercise.” The slim, fashionable woman took a bite too big for her but dealt with it anyway.
Well, that was it then. I had told her till her time and time again what a dick Paul was and what he was doing, but common sense didn't work on her. So I was left with no options but to stoop to his level; if he was manipulating her into becoming his Barbie, then I might have to put a word or two into her ear myself.

Paul had an extended work trip coming up around the same time that I finished my second semester, so through a series of calls, emails and brief visits I convinced Mom that she missed me enough to want me to come home over the break. I reluctantly accepted. The plan was simple, if Paul was paying truckloads to slim Mom down then I her needed to pile that weight back on. Eventually when then battle became to difficult Paul would run for the hills, and hopefully leave half his money behind. Easy! Well… on paper. I had taken up a part time cooking class right around the time I should have been studying for exams as prep work. This was far more important.

When I made it home, to my surprise Mom had already done some of the prep work herself. She was still the image of mundane rich wife, but her clothes were looking a little snugger around the middle.
“I've been indulging a bit without Paul here,” she explain guiltily as she let me in, “but like you keep telling me, I can always just get another lipo.”

The plan was simple, I just had to make sure that Mom had her feet up and something delicious in her hand constantly. This was partnered with a bit of “You must miss Paul so much” and “I think you've earned a bit of pampering” and we were off to a flying start. Mom was a bit of a food tragic anyway, even if she was somewhat oblivious to it.
Mom was out swimming in the pool on one particularly sunny day, so I decided to bring her some champagne and chocolates.
“Oh, you are such a sweetie!” she said swimming to my end of the pool, “You're spoiling your mother rotten you know.”
“Is it spoiling if you deserve it?” I grinned cheekily.
Mom slowly raised herself out of the pool, water dripping off her bikini and all down her body. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she'd plumped out to almost per-surgery size again. Like I said, she had never been chubby or anything, but her figure cast a more striking shadow now.
“Deserve another inch on my ass you mean?” she shot back.
“Oh please, if you really thought these were bad for you you'd have stopped eating them weeks ago!”
It was a good start, but we had much more work to go.

As the weeks passed, Mom became more and more dependent on me. As I brought her a snacks platter to have on the sofa I could see her belly was beginning to protrude like a pregnant woman. More than once I had been stuck behind her as she made her way up the stairs, my eyes glued to how big her ass was becoming. It didn't take much for me to convince her to eat a plate of ice cream when she wasn't hungry, or that what her favorite show was missing was a pack of chips.

“We'll make those plastic surgeons earn every penny!” became Mom's motto as I reassured her for the thousandth time that her muffin top was not a major issue. It wasn't long before that catch phrase adopted a belly shake, a thigh slap or (if I was luck) a breast jiggle.
The plan was going swimmingly, but I needed a proper progress report. I timed my accidental entrance into the bathroom perfectly, just as Mom was coming out of the shower. We both froze for a second in shock. It was enough time for me to take it all in. Mom was totally naked, and she had become very flabby. All that snacking and laziness had developed itself into a big, gluttonous gut out the front, and a wide ass out back. Her flesh from the neck down had become marbled with a mix of cellulite and stretch marks, and how I wished she'd just take a couple of steps so I could see that flesh wobbling all at once. My god, her breasts had gotten big though. I was shocked, she used to have plain old mom cleavage but now she was… explicit! Fat, round boulders that formed and insane amount of cleavage, and amazing nipples. I was impressed to say the least. After but a moment we both ended the silence with a flurry of embarrassed half sentences and I walked out red faced. This was going almost too well.

The true heft of her breasts had inspired me to convince her to get back into the pool at some point this season. The difference was that some dozen cakes had gone into her by the time she managed to squeeze back into her swimmers. As she raised herself (with some effort) out of the pool, the drips had far more surface area to contend with than last time. Every part of her from her big sisters to her now ridiculous landscape of ass softly gyrated as she helped herself to the roast dinner and wine I had brought to her. The tiny swim suit did little to hide her flabby, fleshy modesty.

I had created a monster, a pure devouring machine. When the fateful day finally came, Paul took one look at his wife and headed straight out the door. My gigantic mother, a sea of flesh protruding out in every direction clad in clothing that could not perform its duty, couldn't understand how Paul could be so cruel. In tears, I followed her mountainous ass up stairs, led her to a creaking bed, and helped her get two mud cakes down her throat as she let her emotions out of her system. Behind the sympathetic nod and the solemn face I was smirking. Victory!
Weeks had passed and Paul was now a distant memory. I was finishing a four course snack when a voice boomed across the house.
“HURRY UP! I'M *BURP* STARVING!”
I finished cooking and began pushing the cart towards Mother. When I made it to Mom's low lit bedroom, I had to let my eyes adjust. Eventually, a gigantic, fleshy mountain of woman made herself visible in the middle of the bed. She didn't wear clothes these days, so her once notable bodily features were not only visible but blown out to extreme proportions.
“Oh, thank god! I was worried!” my mother said, letting out a low, extended burp.
“Get ready Mom, I'm coming in!” I was required to basically climb over my Mother's fleshy body just to reach her mouth. Once laying directly on top of her, I began filling her mouth as fast as she could swallow. She made light moaning and eating noises, but didn't say a word as she concentrated on eating all the food that was given to her. As she at I made sure that my spare hand firmly grasped her big fat breast for support, and I hoped that her immense belly had long since lost the sensitivity to feel an erection against it. Even if she could, I'm sure she wouldn't have cared much as long as food continued to fill her belly.

With so much of Paul's money and nothing else to do with it, I just kept telling her that day after day that we could wave a magic wand over her obese body and she be lady-sized again at the drop of a hat. And sometimes I meant it to. Sure, we were having the time of our lives feeding her the sort of portions they feed armies with and making her the size of a garage, but I couldn't help but wonder if we should go back to the plastic surgeon like we always joked about, having all this blubber cut out, and then spending the year destroying Mom's body again.

Maybe.

THE END

3fd03 No.2199

Jason and Kate were not your average couple. At a glance you would wonder how they had ended up together. Jason was a prime example of the highschool slacker, lazy but harmless. Kate on the other hand was pretty, smart and social, and she knew it. He had the kind of scruff appearance that showed just how little he cared, and she had the cute black hair, porcelain skin, slender physique and deep expressive eyes that could make anyone care. But beneath the surface, the strongest desire in Kate's heart was only to manipulate others. It delighted her to orchestrate fights, destroy relationships and to lead foolish men off the cliffs of rationality. And in this respect, Jason was the boyfriend she had always dreamed of. The lengths he would go for mere hints of affection had led him into trouble with school, his family and the police. As their relationship blossomed, so too did the malice of her desires.

No example better demonstrates this than what followed one late Tuesday night. The couple were drinking Jason's father's favorite Scotch in the backyard, sitting under the stars. Jason had finally plucked up the courage to tell Kate what he had told no one. With a deep breath he explained to her his deepest desire, a perversion he had been itching to tell someone about for years. He finish with a heavy, expectant silence. “So,” Kate paved the silence “you're, into fat girls?”. “Um, not quite.” Jason was starting to realize this was a bad idea “I'm attracted to girls that, um, get fat. Like put on weight.”. “So when they have those celebrities in the magazines who pork out, you get a raging hard on?” Kate smirked. “Um… kinda, I guess…” Jason dropped his voice. “Wait, you're not expecting me to plump out into a fat slob are you? Cos I don't want to end up like one of those girls on Jerry Springer just to turn you on.” Kate was enjoying herself. “Um… no, I just thought it was like, important for you to know…” he knew this wasn't going according to plan. Kate turned to him about to make another teasing comment about Krispy Kremes, only to hold her tongue. Jason looked absolutely defeated, head down trying to will this conversation away. Kate hadn't realized quite how important a weird sexual kink meant to him. How could she crush him now, after he had opened up to her like this? No, that would be far too easy. The information he had just given her could be used for a far greater evil. Kate put on an understanding face, and patted him on the back. She reassured him that she understood, and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, she even let him believe that he could be proud of his perversion. It was important to lull him back into a sense of security, and get some more details about this abnormal attraction, so that she could formulate some way to amuse herself with it.
“Hunger Stimulants” read the description on the shoddy, Chinese website. “These pills are designed to promote the body's natural hunger sensation and mask the sensation of feeling full. Recommended for bodybuilders and athletes attempting to gain muscle mass.”. She had read about how some sportsmen use these type of drugs illicitly to up their dietary intake. This almost seemed too easy for Kate. Sure, they weren't magic, but on the right victim they could be the straw that break's the overindulgent camel's back. The question was who? What poor sap could she unwillingly make the desire of Jason's misguided affection? What unholy relationship would give Kate the most sadistic pleasure? She could use them on Jason himself, and lure him into an awkward attraction to himself? No, that would be too basic. How about a close friend? A classmate? No, that may cause him more pleasure than pain. What would truly amuse Kate would be to see Jason cross a line that would disgust people. She wanted to see him do something terrible and humiliating. The answer was so close, but alluded her repeatedly…

Until finally it hit her some weeks down the track. Sitting at the table, having dinner with Jason's family, Kate stared into the kitchen. Jason's own mother. Jason's wholesome, skinny mother. Kate imagined her being cute back in her youth, short light brown hair, friendly features, gracefully trim body. She could be the key, the guilt of a son being aroused by the sight of his own mother would be second to none, and Kate would feed off that guilt for years. Kate beamed to herself, this plot of gluttony, incest and shame made the rest of Kate's mischief seem downright childish. After dinner was finished, Kate excused herself to go to the bathroom. Once out of view, she made a brief trip around the house to set a few things in motion. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, Kate being picked up later and the family retiring for bed as the evening drew to a close. Jason's mom finished brushing her teeth and popped open her pill box. She made a habit of having her vitamin pills twice a day, and whilst these new ones seemed a bit different to the ones she usually took, she swallowed them without much thought and made her way to bed.

Two week later, Kate was visiting again. Jason's mum answered the door, and Kate took a moment to take note of her handiwork. The mother of two was still in good shape, but was becoming slightly shapelier. Her bust caught the eye where it had been less than notable previously, and her belly was just prominent enough to silhouette against her top. “You look lovely today! Have you been doing anything different lately?” Kate asked with a certain amount of earnest. “Thank you Kate!” she blushed “I can't say I've been doing anything differently with my look. I guess I've been doing more baking if that counts! I've had to find a way to kill the time since my exercise bike broke.” Kate could barely hide her glee. Luckily, a ding from the oven in the other room offered a distraction. “Oh, that must be the cookies!” Jason's mother couldn't hide her own excitement “Would you like to taste test the batch with me Kate?”. “No thanks, I'm pretty full right now. Maybe later.”. “Suit yourself,” Jason's mother was already leaving the room “I reckon I could finish the whole batch…”
It was only a couple of weeks later that Jason's father was celebrating his 44rd birthday. The family had gone out to dinner to celebrate, and the kids ended up staying at their friend's places that evening. With the house to themselves, Jason's father waited in bed whilst his wife was preparing in the bathroom for his usual birthday surprise. After some time, she stepped into the bedroom in near see-through underwear she had picked up earlier that week. Wordlessly she paraded her outfit for her husband, the moonlight shining through the window and running itself over her decidedly more ample thighs, hips, belly and then bust. Already the lingerie was edging on being a size too small, but this didn't faze her, as she gracefully teased her husband. She got right to the edge of the bed, and was about to loosen the her bra when he spoke up. “Um… maybe not tonight sweetheart.”. “WHAT?” she shot back indignantly. “I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe we can do this later in the week.”. His wife was as puzzled as offended, “But you absolutely BEG for sex every night of the year! And the one time you can have it you're 'not in the mood'?”. “Well,” he let a little of his frustration leak through “It also happens to be the one night of the year we go out to dinner and you stuff yourself stupid in public!”. “Excuse me? I didn't stuff myself stupid! And what does that have to do with this?”. “I'll have you know that two entrees, three main courses, desert and then making your family stop for ice cream on the way home counts as stuffing yourself stupid. You eat like an animal!” he was throwing his pajamas on at this point, “And its not just all the eating, its all this weight you're putting on!”. His wife stood up at this point “ALL THIS WEIGHT? How dare you! How could you judge me like that?”. “Hey, I could put up with a couple of pounds, but all this baking and gorging has put a tire around your middle. I mean, look how big your ass is getting!”. She searched for words, but all that came out was “Oh, go fuck yourself!” and with that she stormed out of the room.

She only made it to the downstairs mirror. She hadn't had a chance to see herself nude since Jason's girlfriend had accidentally cracked the full length mirror upstairs. It was true, her physique had become more noticeably rubenesque. Her breasts were plumper and firmer than they had ever been, and her belly was sizable enough to sit out from her waist. The biggest difference though was her ass. Her once no-nonsense little butt had plumped up into major flabby ass, flanked by a sizable set of hips. She was officially a fat mom. Before she had enough time to think this over, her gut groaned in request of a midnight snack. Why the hell not, she thought, if he thinks I'm such a fat ass then I might as well act like one. She clawed her way through the contents of the fridge, nibbling on bits and pieces until she came to a big white box at the bottom. It was from Kate, addressed to “a selfless father and generous husband on his special day”. Jason's mother open the box to reveal a giant chocolate cake that Kate had baked. “Selfless father?” she scoffed “Generous husband? He certainly doesn't deserve this!” And with that, the hungry mother devoured the cake on the spot.
Jason followed his mother out of the kitchen with a tray of baked goods. As much as he tried, he struggled to remove his gaze from her generous behind. As she walked, her ass gyrated hypnotically through material of her skirt, her plump cheeks swaying and jiggling in a rhythmic pattern. It made him sick to his stomach to think his own mother had become this chubby, but he couldn't help himself looking at her meaty rear. Why had Kate made him bake cookies with his mother? “These are delicious!” Kate swung past and helped herself to one of the cookies. “They are amazing aren't they?” Jason's mom rubbed her prominent, gluttonous belly in agreement, “Jason baked these ones.”. “Really” Kate said with a glint of mischief, “I would have thought these were yours. They are so soft, and doughy and delicious. Yours are always so soft and heavenly…”. The look on Jason's face begged her to stop. “Actually,” continued the large mother, “I prefer Jason's ones. I never knew he had such a talent for baking. I swear I ate a whole tray of them before we left the kitchen.” With that a crumb fell down her top and into her ripe, plump cleavage. With one hand she nonchalantly began rummaging amongst her sizable bosom for it. “A whole tray?” Kate broke the silent spectating “Maybe Jason should do the baking for a change. Wouldn't you like to bake cookies for your mum to eat?”. Before Jason could respond, his mother emerge with the crumb, adjusted herself and cut him off “Well, it might give Jason something to do to take his mind off his father. My husband has been taking long trips for work recently and we don't get to see him very often.” Jason was about to respond, but as if to punctuate the conversation, his mother said “You know what would go well with these? A bit of icecream.” and with that she and her flabby behind made there way out of the room.

The routine was pretty simple at first, Jason would bake cookies with his mother, she would consume them at a leisurely pace and busy herself with with non-strenuous activities. But slowly she began attending the baking sessions less and less, and Jason would have to transport the baked goods to his mother personally wherever she happened to be lounging around the house. Her gluttony was taking its toll on her size too; as the weeks passed her body ballooned right in front of Jason's eyes. As her flesh became more and more ample, Jason's urges became less and less natural. All he could do was try to control himself, and just keep baking.

One sweltering evening in the early summer, Jason was in the kitchen pulling out a batch of custard tarts out of the oven. He had stripped down to his briefs due to the heat, and looking at him you could tell that he had lost weight since he started baking. His ribs were starting to show as a symptom of the amount of devotion he was putting into serving his mother, a fact which delighted Kate to no end. Jason loaded a tray with an assortment of treats and made his way up to his mother's room. When he reached her bedroom he could not see her. He called for her when I wild thought came into his head. Without thinking, he placed the tray down next to her bed and quietly hid himself in the closet, leaving the door open ajar so they he could just spy through. His heart rate quickened, although he still had no idea what he was doing or why. Before he could change his mind, he could hear heavy, slow footsteps making their way towards the room. Eventually his mother waddled in, and he watched silently. She too had stripped down to her underwear in the heat. Only a few weeks ago she had been plump, but now his mother was truly obese. Her breasts were enormous, just having passed their peak in roundness and shape and now beginning to feel the effect of gravity, forming glorious soft, white cleavage inside her bra. Her flesh was pale from a lack of leaving the house, and her whole body was drenched in sweat from the heat. Her massive underwear consuming ass jiggled intensely with each micro-movement as she waddled across the room. In front of her, her big, soft gut stood as a testament to her intense self indulgence, glistening with sweat. Looking over his mother's bare, sweaty flesh she appeared to Jason like a cartoonish inflation of the thin, fit mother he once had. Against his will, he could feel himself becoming erect. Once at the bed, his mother lay down and greedily began destroying the tray of baked goods. Her plump digits swiftly threw the treats in her mouth one by one, and she barely had the time to chew. Half way through the serving she took a breather, panting. She cautiously called “Jason” and waited for a response, called once more loudly, and when no response came she lay back with a sigh of relief. Knowing her son was not within earshot, she gently crept her fingers beneath her bra and began playing with her nipple. A look of childish delight lit up her face, Jason's wood becoming as hard as a rock. Her gargantuan breast began to gently rock, whilst her free hand reached for some pastries to satisfy her other hunger. Eventually she shifted her ample bosom out of her bra, revealing the true scale of her bust glistening in sweat. Her hand gently slid down her mountainous gut and discretely sank her hand beneath her underwear, where she gently entered. Jason took a sharp shallow breath, but his mother was too startled by the feeling to notice. Very gently she began to finger herself, and much to Jason's shame he began to rub himself from outside his briefs. At first she continued to stuff herself with baked items, but soon the pleasure took over and she used her free hand to rub her enormous belly as her rhythms and panting increased speed. Eventually with a satisfied moan she came to a climax, before slumping down onto the bed. At the same time Jason himself was coming, but it took all the effort he could muster to keep himself from making a noise. He waited in the closet, ashamed and guilty, waiting for his mother to fall asleep before leaving.
Toward the height of summer Kate made a surprise visit. Jason answered the door, his clothes stained with flour and other ingredients. How it delighted her to see him driven to being the household slave. The two sat chatting in the living room for only a few minutes when a voice bellowed from upstairs. “Jason, where are you? Mummy needs her chocolate muffins!”. “Mum, Kate's here!” Jason called back, then to Kate “Sorry, I usually bring her a tray of food on the hour.”. A few minutes later the floor gently rumbled as Jason's mother lumbered down the stairs. Kate turned just in time to see her handiwork enter the room; Jason's mother had become enormous. Her massive, soft features were tightly stuffed into a large, floral dress. Her face had the same natural prettiness that she remembered, but was now flanked by a flabby double chin. “You're looking great!” Kate tested the waters. “Thankyou sweetheart! What brings you over today?” Jason's mother wiped the sweat from her brow. “I actually has a present to give you.” Kate reached into her bad, “I saw the design and I thought it would be perfect for you!”. And with that, much to Jason's silent terror, she pulled out and extra-large bikini. “Wow,” the mother's face lit up, “for me? You shouldn't have!”. Kate handed the two piece to her, “Well, go try it on! See how it looks.”. With a glint of courage Jason butt in “Um, maybe not while we have company. She can try it on later.”. “Oh, honey, what are you so scared of? Kate is practically family, she won't mind.”. Jason's anticipation made it hard to focus as his mother made her way to the bathroom to get changed. He did not want to get aroused in full view of his mother and his girlfriend, but deep inside a part of him was excited by the idea. After an eon, she lumbered back into the room asking “How does it look?”. Jason was speechless, the bathing suit left little to the imagination and displayed all the soft folds and rolls all over his mother's massive girth. The top held her breasts up to form an extremely ample cleavage that quaked violently as she walked into the room. Her belly stuck out a great distance in front, whilst her fat creamy thighs rubbed hard against one another with every movement. “It looks amazing on you!” offered Kate “Don't you think so Jason?”. “Um… I don't know…” Jason attempted not to look directly at his mother in her plump glory, “it might be a bit, um, small…”. “Well, since Jason is being so antsy about it then I will go change. Thank you though Kate.” and with that Jason's mother waddled out of the room, displaying her plump white ass once more. Jason relaxed slightly, he was thought he was in the clear. This didn't last long. “Um… can I get a hand in here?” his mother called from the bathroom “I think I'm stuck…”. Jason looked helplessly at Kate, who only reinforced that he needed to go help his mother.

In the bathroom, Jason's mother was struggling to remove her bikini top from her generous bosom. “Oh, honey, can you give mommy a hand to get this off?”. Jason obliged, undoing her top whilst she held her breasts close to her. The bikini top dropped to the floor, and the two were silent for a moment. Finally, Jason's mother spoke up. “Um, honey, I've been meaning to ask… Do you think I've gotten fat recently?”. Jason new she had gorged herself into obesity, but he played it cool “Um, maybe a little. Where do you think you've put on weight?”. Still holding her breasts in one arm, she released the other to cradle her immense stomach “Mainly around my belly I feel pretty flabby.”. Another brave idea entered Jason's head, and before he could dismiss it “It doesn't look too bad to me. I could feel it to see if it feels different”. His mother didn't see the harm, and Jason began sensually rubbing the ample, soft flesh of her tummy. His hands explored the landscape of her figure, her rolls, shape and the bounty of her flesh. She giggled a little, and blushed at the intimacy of his fingers. Finally, assuming she was after an assessment, he offered on “Well, it looks like you have gotten quite pudgy. Your belly is very flabby. Its probably all that baking that's plumped you up mom.” At this point she blushed, she hadn't been expecting such a blunt description “Well, I guess I am getting a little porky…”. Jason cut her off, “Have you put on weight anywhere else?”. “Well, I guess I've gone up a couple of bra sizes. As you can see, my plums have turned into melons…”. “Really?” Jason played dumb “I don't believe it. Can I see?”. She hesitated, but he assured her “Its only me. I'm just trying to help you with your weight.”. Hesitantly, she lowered her arm to reveal her sizable breasts. Jason did his best to seem analytical, as he surveyed her supple nipples and pale, fleshy breasts. “Do they feel any different?” Jason pushed the boundaries very gently. “Um… yeah. Sort of…”. He slowly and hesitantly poked her breast once, then again harder, and once sufficiently confident grasped her bosom firmly. She could not see the bulge in his pants. He “assessed” the shape and texture of her breasts with his hands, until he cautiously approached the nipple. He circled it, slowly, and finally let his figure stroke it gently. His mother jumped in at this point “Honey, that's enough. I think you should stop.” but he only become more vigorous and determined with his motions. She began to resist once again, only for Jason to abandon all reason and sensually kiss his mother like a lover. At first she was confused, then resisted, but quickly succumb to her own secret desires and began to kiss him back. All shame was gone, and both mother and son gave into their hunger. He massaged her bare nipple with one hand, and caressed her plump behind with his other. “You've become so fat, haven't you?” he whispered breathlessly between kisses, her only response being a satisfied moan. Her hands found his throbbing erection, and delicately eased it out of his briefs and up against her soft stomach. The jiggling of her belly gently stroked his manhood. Her plump fingers slipped under his shirt and carefully removed his shirt. As her fingers ran over his body she felt over his skinny frame, and began kissing him on his chest. Slowly she worked her way downwards, threatening to kiss him south of the belt. Just before reaching his erection, his mother looked up and met his gaze with a hungry look. She began to suck him with the force that she would devour deserts with, salivating messily on him. Jason couldn't hold on, and his mother swallowed greedily.
The two shamefully and clumsily re-entered the living room as though nothing happened. Kate acted as though nothing happened, and after an awkward exchange or two, Jason's mother excused herself to bed. Kate new she was on the edge of a breakthrough, and they'd made excellent progress today, but the icing wasn't quite on the cake yet. “How often do you bring your mom food?” she asked. “Um…” Jason was struggling to even maintain eye contact at this point, “every hour I guess.”. “She must be starving Jason!” Kate was fighting to keep the smirk off her face “You should bring her a snack before she goes to bed.”. Jason didn't want to. He wanted to go to bed and pretend that this was some sick nightmare that was going to forget itself by tomorrow. But something urged him, deep down, and he knew that the line had already been crossed. With uncertainty, he went to the kitchen and got a tub of ice cream out of the freezer. He made his way up to his mother's room, heart pounding heavily. Once out of sight, Kate fished her camera out of her bag and silently trailed him up the stairs…

Jason peered into the darkness for a moment, then slowly creaked the door open and stepping in. When his eyes adjusted, he could see his mother on the bed dressed in a nightgown and a look of deep shame on her face. “Jason,” she began “I'm so sorry… I've been a terrible mother. I don't know what came over me. Its just that since your Dad's been gone I've just been so lonely. Without any intimacy or affection I would just eat and eat and eat, until eventually eating started to become a turn on for me. The more I ate, the more I would forget about your father, and the bigger I became the more excited I would feel. When you were telling me how fat I've become, I just couldn't help myself. I don't know how you could ever forgive me for the disgusting things I've done…” she was on the edge of tears at this point. “Its okay,” Jason assured her, “it was a weird moment, we weren't ourselves. But we can move on. Here, I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some ice cream”. “Thank you sweetheart,” his mother dabbed away a loose tear “but I can't. My overheating is what caused this problem, so from today I'm going on a diet.”. Jason held a strong pokerface, he wasn't giving up now “That's fantastic news! But since the ice cream is here, maybe you should have one last taste before your big diet.”. “Thanks sweetheart, but I really shouldn't.”. Jason began to slowly advance on her “Have a mouthful, it can be your reward for this big change.”. “Please Jason, I really think this is a bad idea…”. Jason was next to the bed, and he had prepared a big scoop of ice cream. Initially she refused, but eventually as the spoon approached her lips something primal took over, and she wolfed it down. He offered her another, which she refused, and eventually accepted. With each scoop she resisted a little less, and displayed a little more pleasure with each mouthful. Slowly but surely, his manhood rose as he watched his greedy parent stuff herself to ecstasy with ice cream. Her plump frame quake with each movement, her belly so plump and ripe after so many deserts.
Once she had finished the tub, she slumped back in a pleasant delirium. “Oh sweetheart,” she half burped “you are the worst thing to happen to my diet.”. Jason lay his hand on her ample thigh, sinking into the pale flesh “My god, you have become so fat over the past few weeks”. “Sweetie, please don't say that…” she was to defeated at this point to offer resistance. Jason continued “I mean look at you, you've belly has become huge.” and with that he sank his free hand into her nightgown and across her gloriously flabby belly. “Oh fuck.” she let out, with equal measures of frustration and sharp pleasure. Jason slid the gown apart to reveal his mother's bloated figure once again, glistening in sweat. He spotted a stray drop of ice cream on gigantic breast, and before she could protest he was suckling clean. Her nipple became hard at the touch of his tongue, and she clasped him to her bosom. Jason released himself and sat back from his mother. Eventually he spoke “I want to see how big your ass has gotten”. “Honey, I don't think that's a good idea.” his mother clung on to a shard of reason. “Oh, that's fine.” Jason offered “I understand if you've become so fat that you can't even turn over.”. The arrow hit target, and his mother in a flush of arousal hauled herself over. She squatted so that her robed behind face Jason in all its massive, soft glory. Gingerly he eased up her robe with his fingers, slowly revealing her fat ass. At the sight of his mother's ass he became fully erect, and in a moment of impulse he plunged himself deep into her. Nothing he had experienced could match the pure pleasure of his mother's flesh rubbing all over him, her moans of delight loud in his ears. He kept thinking of how she had gorged herself, day in and day out, to go from the slim, sensible little woman she was to this giant goddess of sloth and greed. He reached around and clasped her massive breast, massaging its softness and stroking her nipple to the rising moans of ecstasy. His other hand explored the massive shifting landscape of her gut, its softness and the delicacy of her folds pleasurable greeting his fingers. He kissed her down her back whilst his hands worked together to contort her belly. He licked the sweat of his mother's flab, his scrawny frame slapping against her excessive back flab. After an eternity of unholy pleasure, he bent her over and with hands grasping the supple flesh of her huge behind he went full speed. As his mother's moans spiraled higher and higher, they both apprached an ultimate climax. With one hand lost in the flesh of her belly, Jason and his mother came simultaneously, before falling exhausted into each others arms and lips. Both were in such pleasure that neither could possibly have noticed the tiny lens at the edge of the door frame. No, at this point in time, mother and son new no shame or evil or consequences of the grotesque union they had formed. Only the sweetest, most unattainable pleasure.
It was a year later. Footage of Jason and his mother had gone viral, and Jason had had to cut ties with what few friends and acquaintances he had left out of shame. He found it hard to leave the house, and spent almost all of his time inside. He still cooked for his mother, as he had so little else to do these days. Every day she make a promise to go on a diet and get their lives back on track, and everyday she would end up gorging herself on pound after pound of food and food-like substances. Jason had decided to start cooking foods other than baked deserts in an attempt to ween her off them, but her appetite welcomed whatever greasy feasts he provided without prejudice. Her hunger had grown so powerful that if Jason were late to bring her a meal she would devour an inanimate object within arms reach of her bed in protest. Her figure had grown to reflect her gargantuan hunger, she was an enormous bed-bound beast, her belly so bloated and huge that it towered over her, her massive breasts each possessing the weight of a small child. Every night Jason would explore his mother's gargantuan landscape and derive his unholy pleasures whilst she powered her way through an excessive desert feast.

Kate was the only person who would brave the household, and she did so regularly. At first she visited only to marvel at the destruction and humiliation she had put upon the household, but she soon realized that in his feeble servant-like role, Jason could be her dream boyfriend. He would feed, clean, pamper and spoil Kate at her command. And as the months passed and she spent more and more time at their house, she began to change. She had been an attractive, trim girl when she first put the wheels of chaos in motion, but as she was pampered with sweet deserts, greasy meals, and bits and pieces of whatever delicious feasts Jason would be preparing for his mother, she began to plump up. In a year's time, she herself had developed a big fat belly, one that resembled a beer gut or a pregnant tummy. Her shirts failed to cover it, and no matter how she tried to hide it, her belly stuck out in front obtrusively to show everyone what a slob she really was. She wanted to stay trim and sexy but the allure of having her servant do everything for her was too strong, and further down the track she began to develop a big butt and some wholesome cleavage to match her ever growing gut. Despite how manipulative she was, she had underestimated Jason. It would be too far late that she would realize that Jason had figured out a way to manipulate her too, to make her into the image of his dear sweet mother…

END

3fd03 No.2200

Paul and his mother Susan lived together in the middle of suburbia. Paul, who was midway through high school, was a quiet scrawny boy who kept to himself a lot, stayed out of trouble, kept few friends and got good marks. He was by all accounts a model son. He hadn't known his father, who had left the two of them when Paul was very young, but Paul took care of his mother better than she could ever ask for. Susan was a woman approaching her forties, but it hadn't begun to show yet as she kept her physique trim and healthy with regular exercise and a busy worklife. She was not unattractive, with sensible short flaxen hair, pale skin, and she always wore bright red lipstick giving her the look of a movie star from the 30s. On her petite figure she possessed a slightly generous bust and behind that could attributed to childbearing and motherhood. Strenuous work hours meant that Susan would get home late and leave early, leaving Paul to do most of the house work in her absence. Susan had never dated or seen anyone else after Paul's father left, and as a result Paul and Susan had formed a tight bond, not just mother and son but best friends as well.

Susan would come home in the evenings, to her tidy well-kept home. Paul would be in the kitchen, cooking their dinner, still in his school clothes. “That smells lovely” she'd say, passing through the kitchen on way to her room. “It'll be ready in 15 minutes,” he would say without looking up “enough time for you to have a shower and get changed”. Susan would divert her route through the kitchen to kiss Paul on the forehead. “You're such a gorgeous boy!” she would often say before heading to her room. She would return for dinner in something more comfortable, sometimes a thick jumper and pants in the colder months, and little more than her floral underwear when the weather was warm. Paul never made much of this, as the two had always been very comfortable with each other. Susan could usually only make it half way through one of Paul's lavish dinners before she was full. She'd thank her “gorgeous boy” before heading to her room to finish of the days work. The dynamic of the household worked well, as Susan loved coming home to her clean house and her gorgeous boy, and Paul loved looking after his mummy.

It all came crashing down one day when Susan was home early. She rushed through the kitchen, eyes visibly red, without a word to her son cooking dinner. Paul was worried. “Is something wrong?” he called as he made his way to her room. Eventually, she whimpered back “they've fired me!”. She came to her door to meet him “After all these years, they've dropped me. Just like that!”. Paul had never seen her this upset “Is there anything I can do? Do you want to talk about it?”. “I just…” she began, trying not to direct her frustration on her son “…need to think about this for a bit.” and with that she wander back into her room. Paul, not sure what to do, went back to work on dinner. It was going to be a lavish roast, but with his mum in distress it would probably end up as lunches for the week. Just as he pulled the huge bird out of the oven to go in the fridge, he was startled by his mother storming in the room. She was wearing her floral underwear, and had half draped herself in a silk nighty. In a rage she began ranting about her bosses, her office, and every way they had screwed her. Shocked, Paul quickly set the roast down in front of her and took a seat. She continued her tirade, and without paying much attention began eating the roast. Paul didn't say a word, just listened to everything she had to say. It wasn't that he was scared of her anger, but her anger coupled with how intensely she devoured the chicken carcass with both hand had him transfixed. It was as though she was taking out her anger on the bird. By the time she had covered each of her former co-workers in some detail, she had unwittingly eaten her way through the whole roast. Susan slumped in her chair, defeated “What am I going to do? I'm going to have to find a new job and start over again!”. Paul got up and hugged his mummy “It'll be okay. No matter what happens I'll look after us.”.
Susan's routine crashed after that night. Paul woke up for school the next morning to find his mother on the couch with her laptop, still wearing her floral underwear. “Good Morning!” she said with a surprising amount of warmth. “You seem pretty cheery this morning” Paul pointed out, happy to have his mother back in a good mood. “Well, there's no point in taking this lying down, I've started looking for jobs online.” she said, taking a bite of the Danish in her left hand “Plus, I've needed to take a break for a while now. We can spend more time together.”. When Paul got home from school, Susan was still where she'd been lying that morning. He'd assume she'd not move all day if it weren't for the empty pizza boxes next to her. “I guess it was just easier to get it delivered,” she replied upon questioning. “You shouldn't be eating that,” Paul was concerned “I'll cook you a nice big dinner if you're hungry.” and with that he kissed his mother on the forehead. Later that evening, she dragged herself away from the couch to the dinner table, where her gorgeous son had prepared a feast. A warm genuine smile burst through her cherry lips, and she began to journey through the feast. Paul marvelled at the amount of food his mother could pass through those lips. When she had finished more than her share, she slumped back in her chair with a sense of satisfaction. “That was delicious sweetie.” she said, resting her hands on her tighter than usual belly, “I hope you've got your mother something sweet dessert?”. Dessert? Paul hadn't even thought of that. “I don't have anything prepared, maybe another night?” Paul tried. “You couldn't go up the road and get something?” Susan groaned “Mummy's craving something sweet.”. Paul hated disappointing his mother, and so quarter of an hour later he was watching his mother smitten with a tub of choc-chip.

This became the blueprint for the family's new routine, Paul would cook for Susan and look after the house, whilst Susan would spent her days lingering around the house in her underwear, looking for jobs online and finding various ways to out-eat whatever her son had left her for the day. It was about 3 weeks after this that Paul came home to his mother in the kitchen half way through destroying a pack of chocolate fingers. “Hello sweetie!” she let out between mouthfuls of chocolate fingers. Paul was too stunned to reply. He couldn't take his eyes off his mother. The days at home had begun to leave a mark on her figure. He had seen her in underwear many times before, but now they seemed constricting. Her once trim stomach was like dough urging itself outwards over her panties, her already generous bust threatening to resist its constraints, her once sharp jawline now rounded and hinting at the double chin that may soon develop. Her behind was becoming a prominent, soft, white cushioning for her daily lounging. Something strange was happening to Paul, looking at his mother he couldn't control his thoughts. He wanted to see her belly grow outwards against the restraint of her panties, he wanted to see her bosoms break forth from their bra, and he wanted to watch her big pale behind move as she walked away.

Like being struck by a lightening bolt Paul snapped back. Oh god, how could he think these things about his own mother? He felt sick to his stomach, he had crossed a very big line. Just as the venom was about to sink he, he stopped and began to reason with himself. This wasn't unnatural, he was simply trying to look after his mum. It was simple biology that he would want to keep his mum well fed, and make sure she didn't have to lift a finger around the house. His mother didn't seem to notice the inner turmoil her son was enduring at the sight of her indulgence, as she devoured the last third of chocolate fingers in a generous mouthful, before beaming her warm, familiar smile. And that was the main reason why Paul would cook delicious meals for his mother, just to see her plump red lips reveal that lovely smile. “Would you like one” Susan offered the packaging in Paul's direction, revealing a lonely finger clinging to the bottom. “No thanks mum, you enjoy it.”. Quicker than he could refuse, Susan's greedy fingers darted into the package and withdrew the morsel. She raised the bar right to her mouth and held it there a moment, as her tongue reached out and grasped the chocolate drawing it in. She delicately chewed her lucky victim, and Paul couldn't tell if she was savouring the flavour or if time had slowed down as he watched her finish it. Eventually she swallowed it, and she lit up with an expression that showed she felt a little guilty for snacking, but could easily finish another box.
Later that week, Paul decided to treat his mother to a nice dinner. He spent the afternoon in the kitchen whilst his mother relaxed in the other room. After an eternity for her, Paul came out speckled with amounts of chocolate, dough and flour. “Mum, I know the past few weeks have been hard for you, but since you've been working so hard looking for a job I've decided to make you a special dinner”. Susan couldn't mask the delight in her eyes, she'd barely been able to tide her hunger over with her snacks. As she entered the kitchen, she could see the fruits of her son's labour. The table was laid out with a variety of lavish picturesque desserts, ranging from truffles to jellies, cakes to pastries. Susan was beaming with girlish excitement over a buffet fit for a royal family. “A dinner of desserts? You spoil me so much! You're such a gorgeous boy!” and with that she kissed him on the forehead, her lips noticeably moist with anticipation. In a single motion she was in her seat and serving herself a large portion of Tiramisu. “Have you had any luck finding work?” Paul asked, knowing the answer. “Nothing has come up yet.” Susan half heartedly responded, more concerned with defeating the onslaught of calories infront of her. Paul couldn't keep his thoughts together long enough for the rest of the meal to make conversation much more than that. He was transfixed on his mother, still a relatively average sized woman, inhaling the meal without inhibition. She was addicted; as she finished a tart she would already be reaching for a plate of chocolates. She jumped from one plate to the next with a will that didn't seem to wain until she was down to her few final cakes, and even then a certain amount of determination got her through. After her cream-covered fingers placed the last slice into her mouth, she slumped in her chair once more. A smile of playful victory let itself show when her seductive red lips finally parted once more. “That was delicious.” she said somewhat breathlessly, “I wanted to stop myself, but it was all too lovely! Thank you!”. “You're not finished yet.” Paul said frankly. “Oh sweetie, I couldn't eat another bite” Susan moaned. Paul indicated to a single, neglected chocolate roll she had missed, “I'm only going to throw it away otherwise.”. Susan sighed with surrender, “Well you'll have to bring it to me, I'm exhausted”. Paul carried the treat over to his mother, and held it next to her for a moment. Her hands didn't raise to receive it, and it took Paul a moment to notice her open mouth beckoning. Hesitantly, he raised the chocolate to his mother's inviting wet lips. He edged it closer, and closer. Just when it reached the entrance, her plump red lips tightened around the dessert with a certain amount of force, and it began to glide in. She lazily consumed the log, and just as Paul was about to let go her lips jumped to grab the end it like a greedy animal and ended up closing around Paul's fingers. She tenderly bit down on him, if only by accident, and as he pulled away from her lips a thin strand of her sweet saliva clung between them for a moment. Paul would recall this moment in great detail for a long time.

Susan began making requests for food whenever she fancied. At first it was just ideas for dinner, or grabbing something from the fridge, but once she had tested Paul's obedience she began requesting he get her food from up the road, or waking him up for snacks in the middle of the night. About two months in, Paul was coming back from one such request with pack of doughnuts under his arm. He enter the house, and made his way to where Susan had spent the best part of her week; in bed. She thanked her son, and proceeded to make short work of the doughnuts. Paul sat on the end of the bed and watched, which he didn't bother hiding anymore. Once she had finished the box, she began licking her chubbier fingers. She met Paul's gaze, and stop. “What are you looking at honey?”. “Nothing… you're beautiful.” he blurted out. For a moment Susan looked puzzled, but it disappeared in a look of flattery. “You're sweet to say that,” she gazed down at the sheets “but your mummy's getting a bit chubby.”. Paul faked bewilderment “No!”. “It's true. I'm becoming quite a porker.” she said, with a certain childish amusement “at this rate your mother is going to be quite a heifer by the end of the year.”. With that she lifted back the sheets to reveal her body, and it was hard to disagree with her. She was wearing her favourite floral underwear, but it was pulled so tight over her ballooning figure that barely recognisable. Her breasts had flourished into soft white mounts of ample flesh, whose volume had resulted in a ridiculous amount of cleavage, and her hips were generously round hinting at the expansive pale mass that lay behind. But the focal point of his view was the gut she had amassed in her recent culinary obsession. It was a perfect mass of soft plump flesh, quivering on top of her. With some effort, she heaved herself onto her side, a subtle gurgling emitting from her belly in the process. “It reminds me of when I was pregnant with you” she said, cradling the gluttonous flesh “I would stroke my belly, knowing that you were always there from the beginning.”. Paul was tongue tied; he felt wrong for just being her and looking upon her body, but he was too entranced to leave. “I used to be able to feel you kicking,” she mused, stroking her pot-belly “Here, have a feel.”. Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing, and held a blank expression. “Cummon, I'm only your mummy!”. She guided his hand against her doughy tummy. It was nothing like a pregnant stomach, it was a soft inviting sea of fat, like he could almost feel the sheer indulgence his mother had subjected herself to. She slowly led his hand around the surface, stroking the belly lightly and making it jiggle ever so slightly. He could feel himself getting excited, and his blood racing. He pushed down with a bit more pressure, feeling his palm sink into the fat. He look up at his mother's face. She had closed her eyes, as though the experience was therapeutic for her. After what could have been an age of stroking his mother's bountiful flesh, he gently rested his head on her belly making a softer gurgle. In a blissful state, he drifted off to sleeper to dream about what other fleshy areas he could explore.
Despite Susan's awareness of her growing figure, the growing continued. Whatever reservations she had about becoming a large fleshy woman were inferior to the joys she had of eating handful upon handful of whatever her son cooked her. And Paul was rewarded with a more and more relaxed sense of privacy between the two. Several months into unemployment, Susan was a large woman. Her jet black hair, bright red lips, big mothering eyes and natural beauty were still intact, but it would be a challenge to recogniser her on body alone. Where she had once been slender and trim, she had blossomed into a chubby woman. Her jawline had finally grown into a soft double chin, her belly lay plump and proud out in front, with each cake threatening to sink south, and her once muscular legs had plumped out to meet her increasingly excessive behind. But it was her bust that concerned Paul this morning. Coming downstairs in his underpants to start preparing breakfast, Paul pause on the first step to remain out of view. Down below, he peered at his voluptuous mother in her favourite long-suffering floral underwear. Pudgy fingers were wrestling with clip on her bra, trying to get the thing off. Paul watched from a distance as she tried and tried to remove her bra. The bra itself barely served it's original function, it was pulled so tight that it could have been mistaken for a string bikini. The cups were almost totally useless, simply covering the nipple and contorting the breast out of shape. Her bosoms were overflowing in all directions, the soft pale flesh jiggling with every movement. He had a burning desire to see them free, each far more than a handful for any man and softened beyond imagination.

With a certain amount of bravery, Paul walked down stairs to his mother. She stopped in her tracks, and whipped her head around to him. “Do you need a hand?” he offered. Susan blushed “Oh… I… my bra is caught… and I need to have a shower.”. “Don't worry,” Paul said unphased, approaching her. He spun her around and started grappling with the bra. “Its sort of embarrassing,” his mother giggled “but I haven't taken this thing off in weeks!”. Paul could tell, the bra had become so tight under her weight that he struggled to pull the bra together enough to release the clip. “Could you squish your boobs in mum?” Paul said as blankly as he could muster. Susan grasped her chest with some force, giving Paul just enough slack to unclip the bra. “Thank you my gorgeous boy!” Susan said, turning towards him. Paul, however, could not concentrate on what she was saying. He had not seen her bare breasts since he was a small child, and even then they were not the mammoth portions they are now. Slowly, his mother released the bra letting her breasts out. At first they were held firmly in a perky rounded shape, but as the bra came off they began to spill downwards. He could not stop staring so obviously at his mother's chest. As the bra slowly came away altogether, he could see them in all their glory. He could only imagine how perfectly perky and round they would have been some months ago, but they had begun to succumb to their own weight. Not that her breasts were any less perfect, they were soft and pale, and retain a certain shape and roundness despite their immense proportions. Each was capped with a firm little nipple, and like a newborn again he want to suckle from his mother more than anything. As thanks for his assistance, she lent in and gave him a moist kiss on the forehead, but he was intently focused on the fact that her glorious breasts were swaying inches away from him.
usan made her way to the bathroom, slipping her underwear off on the way. Paul paused for a second, and then scooped up her bra off the floor. He held it to his face, and breathed in deeply. All the sweat and pheromones she'd left in the garment came rushing into his nostrils. It was the pure smell of motherhood, of being held as an infant, of being safe and nurtured. He became so incensed by the smell that his feet began walking before he knew where. He was making his way toward the bathroom. He needed to see more of his mother, if only a peep. Silently, he slid the door open and peered inside. Amidst the steam, he could see the large mass of his mother. She was soaping herself, slowly, getting into every new roll and crevasses she could find. She slowly massaged the fat on her body, making her soapy wet mass slowly gyrate. She was captivating, her flesh so soft and white, silky, like a slab of gelatinous marble. And yet, embedded within every ounce of flesh was pure lust. Paul stayed there, motionless and aroused beyond what he thought possible. She yelp “Paul?!… what are you doing?”. Paul was silent for a moment. He was perving on his mother. He had nothing to say, and the panic rose inside of him. Then, out of nowhere “I just thought, since you were struggling with your bra, maybe you needed me to help you clean yourself?” Paul couldn't tell if this was better than saying nothing. Susan smiled “Oh aren't you sweet! I'm sorry I was a bit frightened, but I guess you've seen it all before!”. Susan paused for a bit, weighing up the options “Well, I guess there is more ground to cover than ever, I could probably use a hand. I remember when we used to shower together when you were only little.”. Paul quivered, slowly dropped his underpants and made his way to the shower. Susan handed him the soap “Okay, so I need a bit of a hand getting under my breasts. I don't want you to feel embarrassed just because I'm your mother. You may not have noticed, but I think they gotten a bit bigger in the past few weeks.”. There was barely enough space for Susan alone, let alone the two of them, but Paul managed to squeeze himself between the wall and his mother's food-heavy belly. He soaped up her bosom and massaged them deeply. He was at the pinnacle of arousal, but miraculously his mother didn't notice. “I'm so lucky to have such a gorgeous son!” she soaped her behind as her son worked on her breasts “Here I am, chubbier than I've ever been, and my darling boy offers to help me wash myself! Most boys would find their mother's naked body gross.”. “I can't help it,” Paul mumbled through a mass of belly and breast “you are beautiful!”. And with that she kissed him on the forehead. Paul stopped cleaning for a moment. “Is something wrong sweetie?” Susan asked. “Its just… why do you always kiss my forehead? That's what you do with small children.”. Susan stroked the side of her son's head, and with that hand drew him forwards. She lend in and gave her son a big, sugary kiss on the lips.
It had been most of a year since Susan had lost her job, and she was an entirely different woman. Plump had led to fat, and fat had led to something else indeed. Thanks to near-constant gorging she was almost double her body weight, but her body seemed to know what to do with it. Rather than a shapeless blob, she was shapely despite her girth. Her breasts and her behind were more bountiful and sensual than ever, which brought Paul joy to know end. One evening, after an afternoon of slaving in the kitchen, Paul called his mother to the dinner table. “I need a hand…” she whimpered back. Paul came out to see his mother (dressed only in a very large, but no less strained pair of underwear) unable to hoist herself out of the couch, with an embarrassed smile on her face. “Could you help your mother up?”. Paul happily obliged, precisely positioning is grasp around her waist and to squish himself against her belly and grip her behind at the same time. “Thanks honey!” she said, granting him a peck on the lips. She waddled her way toward the kitchen, her grand rear bouncing so rhythmically and hypnotically that Paul would have been entranced if he weren't so determined that the evening play out perfectly. Another lavish feast await Susan, who was more than used to being spoilt these days, but to make the occasion special Paul had opened a bottle of champagne. “What's the occasion sweetie?” Susan managed through a mouthful. “To a perfect mother and a perfect life!” he said, pouring her a glass. Susan powered through the feast with her usual superhuman appetite, finishing half the bottle of champagne by the time she was licking up crumbs. Even for her current girth she looked bloated, but was content. Maybe it was the drinks she'd had, or just a fondness for her son, but the two sat at the table talking for the rest of the evening. Susan nursed the bottle, whilst Paul looked the right opportunity to bring up his favourite topic. “How you feel about your body?” he inquired. Susan paused, not sure how to reply. “This old thing?” she said grabbing her mammoth breast for effect “When I first put on weight, I was horrified. But I couldn't deny all the lovely food you were giving me. I like being skinny, but I'm in love with food. And so I just kept eating and eating and eating to my hearts desire, and I just grew humongous!” and with that she shook her huge fleshy belly. “But that's when it hit me, why should I be ashamed of my body? Every roll, every curve, every part of me that jiggles and sticks out… that's all a reminder of my lovely son who feeds me amazing food! I'm proud of my huge ass, it shows everyone how much my son loves me!”. Paul was silent for a moment, until offering softly “I love your huge ass, mum.”. With a drunken sway, Susan managed to hoist herself out of her seat and waddle over to her son. Her fat bounced off her hypnotically, her breasts bouncing free of her bra with ease, displaying her soft nipples. Either she didn't notice or didn't care, as she was single minded about reaching her son. She pulled him out of his chair and gave him a huge motherly hug, submerging him in a warm plump ocean flesh. She lent in and began to plant a kiss on her sons lips. In her drunken state, Susan kissed him an ounce too passionately and lingered a moment too long. She pulled away, smiling to cover a certain amount of embarrassment. They paused a moment, before surrendering to a more passionate kiss. Susan and Paul kissed deeply for the first time, tasting each other entirely, massaging the inside of each other's mouths. Paul's hands quickly found her massive white breasts, and he began tenderly rubbing them like he had been dreaming of rubbing his mother's breasts for months now. Susan quietly moaned with delight. Paul broke away from kissing her to gorge himself on her ample breasts, and Susan tightly embraced him into her cleavage. He was smothered but delighted. As his mouth explored the soft enveloping folds of her chest, his hands sank around her to grasp her mammoth ass. Forcefully he caressed her behind, truly taking in how much fat she had managed to stuff herself with in such a short amount of time. Pure fat embraced him from all sides, like the physical feeling of greed in all all its glory enclosed his small skinny frame. Paul suckled his mother for what seemed like an eternity, in the thralls of ecstasy, until his mother leant in and whispered to him “There's something special I'd like to do for you”. Paul stopped, not sure what how to feel. “Find me something sweet,” she continued, softly and soothingly “and then meet me in the bedroom.”.
Paul gently pushed open the door to his mother's bedroom, chocolate cake in one hand. The room was dimly lit by small candles, and in the middle of the bed lay his big beautiful mother. Susan looked perfect as she was that moment, her dark black hair, bright red lips and warm inviting features so effortlessly sexy. She had draped herself in a barely-there negligee, one of which he could easily see every cascading ivory roll and voluptuous curve. Her gaze beckoned him closer, and he made his way towards her. Her eyes never left the cake, and she greedily took it off him when he was close enough. She then turned away from him and placed the cake in front of her. She lent in towards the cake, leaning on her knees, so that her large plump ass was poking out towards Paul. With her bare hands she began to take the cake apart and stuff herself with it. She gently moaned with delight, and softly beckoned to Paul, “You can enter any time you like sweetheart, mummy doesn't mind.”. Paul was nervous, but his body knew what to do. As his mother gorged on cake, Paul took a hold of her great white behind. He silenced his nerves, and thrust himself deep into his mother. She squealed with a mouthful of chocolate from a mixture of pleasure and being startled. He thrust repeatedly, causing seismic ripples in her flabby figure. Every moment within her was ecstasy. Susan didn't let this distract her from her dessert, and as the forbidden pleasure surged through her, she devoured the cake more vigorously stuffing handful upon handful into her gluttonous gullet. Paul savoured the thick inviting flab slapping against him rhythmically, knowing that there could be no sweeter feeling on earth. He reached around and tightly clutched what he could of her generous belly, feeling her violently jiggle all over. Susan's pleasure was getting the better of her, and as much as she wanted to stop eating and give in to the feeling, she did not want to disappoint her son. So Susan continued to stuff herself with, knowing that she could only get plumper from it. Both Paul and Susan were reaching a climax they could not have imagined, and in the throws of passion Paul cried “You're body is amazing!”. Susan responded, wailing with pleasure, “You've made me this way! You've made your mother morbidly obese!”. And with that, Paul came deep inside her, feeling the greatest pleasure he'd ever known. The two sank into bed, and kissed each other softly and wordlessly.

As Paul lay in his mother's bosom a few minutes later, he hazily spoke to her, “I've felt this way about you for a long time. I was scared to tell you, because I didn't think you'd understand.”. Susan smiled at him knowingly, “Sweetheart, I've known for a while. We've showered together, you've watched me while I eat with desire in your eyes for months. I might be you're mother but I'm not an idiot.”. Paul was taken aback, “But… how could you….”. Susan cut him off, “Did you really think I would gorge myself day and night into a big fat woman just for the fun of it?” there was an element of teasing in her voice “it wasn't hard to figure out what you liked once the muffin top came along. Your eyes would follow me around the room, so I decided to see how far I could take this.”. Paul couldn't help but feel a little lost. “So…” he gathered his thoughts “does that mean this is it? No more gorging?”. Susan added a touch of flirtatiousness to her voice “I said as far as I could take this right? Do you think I could fit just a little more in here?” and with that jiggled her tremendous stomach with both hands. “Of course you can!” Paul hastily responded. “Good,” said Susan licking her lips “then you won't mind grabbing me a pack of doughnuts, some chips and a few bars of chocolate from up the road…”

FIN

3fd03 No.2201

Happy New Years you degenerates, just don't drink and drive!

ceaab No.2203

>>2197
>>2198
>>2199
>>2200


I didn't know it was Christmas already. It feels like we just had it. Thanks a bunch!

2a26f No.2228

I sincerely love some of the stories here. Ever since the original posting of "Mom's New Appetite" however many bbw-chan's ago I've been enamored with this concept! I'm working on a story-light sequence involving a mother/son relationship at http://cosmo-n.tumblr.com/
Would LOVE to collaborate with a writer or two who has a nose for somewhat realistic relationships to flesh this idea out better. Hope I'm not intruding too much here guys, keep up the great work.

a9599 No.2297


78134 No.2445

I added a chapter as I finally had the will to write one. Let me know what you guys think:

https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1957024-Magic-ring-from-ancient-times/map/133231?add_success=true

a907e No.2578

Okay I’ve been bored so I started another Mother & Son story. It’s long and fragmented right now, hopefully I can pull it together in the next… idk, two weeks? Not just bumping, legitimately trying to motivate myself to finish.

Also is there a post limit on this thread? When do we need to start worrying about it sinking?

>>2445
Good on you dude. Thanks for keeping it alive, haven’t checked it in a while.

51cca No.2579

I've got a weight gain story in here that I'm slowly building towards some incest. There's a thin but curvy mother and a fat daughter, as well as a fat boy watching, orchestrating everything, and two other girls and eventually it will all lead to weight gain and romance, maybe.

https://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/2143736-LGBT-Male--Female-Weight-GainExpansion/map/1331

9d468 No.2637

>>2578
Sending you motivating vibes my dude. Looking forward to seeing what you cook up

bbc02 No.2646

If anyone's got em I'd appreciate stories about overprotective parents overfeeding their adult kids to keep them from leaving(moving out, finding dates, getting jobs etc) or any similar dynamic. I know there's a lot but I'm never sure how to find them when I want them specifically

a720e No.2647

>>2646
While incomplete, here's a story that should interest you:
https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=9359
I got into it hoping to see some incest, sadly it seems to be only one way.

78220 No.2648


78220 No.2649

>>2647
For those of you disinterested in fat men, I made a female version of this story.
https://pastebin.com/Bued8GWf

b2cc4 No.2653

>>2647
this is great, will read later. thanks bro.

>>2646
a long time ago i started one about a guy who decided to live with his aunt after highschool instead of getting a career because she pampered him so much (like aunts and grandma's do) and the byproduct of throwing his ambitions away is immense weight gain. never finished it though.



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