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Mahsa

The battle won, the Prince returns To his pleasure palace, his inner harem Where ample hips bounce to beating drums And the jiggling flesh of bare bellies Made plentiful by the fruits of empire Compete for his eye, and who would catch this son's ray But his dear Mahsa, the moon who waxes fullest? In her vast and sumptuous expanse, Won through an easy life of sloth and decadence, The Prince sees his own glory reflected most brightly, And notes with a stir that since he has last laid eyes On this most beloved concubine, through days and nights Spent indulging her worldly desires Mahsa has only waxed fuller and rounder Compelled by his lust of war and women That in this moment are one and the same He has her carried away to her chambers And laid on a feather bed, that creaks and groans Beneath the weight of her ever-growing body There, in her encompassing embrace, Lost in an ocean swell of sensual obesity The hard man of war finds a gentle solace And concealed between soft and corpulent thighs That part so sweetly for him and him alone He finds the treasure that has awaited him

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Becoming a helpless cushion for me

When I saw you in the bar and you had that sleeveless dress on. Those big fluffy arms with the little rolls in them. Those chubby cheeks and that big round double chin. Your cute little smile at me. I could tell you were soft, and delicate.

Then I unwrapped you later. When the time was right you came and offered your belly to me, shyly, as if to say “Yes, this is all me.” My hands found their way around the circumference of you, along your love handles, until I found the soft swell of your backside. I pulled you in closer, I felt my lap fill with your tummy through the silk of your dress, felt my erection settle into your navel, and felt your moist little lips interlock with my own in a tender little kiss.

You let me spread you backwards over the bed, you filled out sideways, and you took on the form of the helpless cushion you had been preparing to become your whole life. Every inch and pound of you was for me to enjoy, all of yourself submitted for my pleasure. You let me grab handfuls of arm and belly and thigh and side roll and all the rest, it made you ready. You lifted your belly out of the way, and I found my way beneath and I penetrated between soft lobes of fat to find your wetness, and you moaned in gratitude.

In that moment I gave a purpose to all the extra calories that you consumed every day and all the extra fabric that went into your clothes and all the effort that it took for you to move around on a daily basis. You wanted nothing more than to yield to my touch, to provide pleasure and comfort, to jiggle erotically and ripple in waves. To be an ocean surrounding me.

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“Hey Hogzilla 🍰”

Hehehe✨✨

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I’m so fat and jiggly 😏

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Make me too fat for anything but you, and then don’t stop feeding me 🤤

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Imagine me on top of you, your soft cock in my belly button, you helplessly pinned beneath my huge, heavy body 🥵 I giggle at our contrast and it makes my belly wobble, so you get harder and harder until you can fuck my belly button 😏 You can’t help but thrust into my soft belly over and over again until you cum all over the both of us 🤤

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You look like you are going to fucking pop, and I mean that in the most loving, complimentary way. I can't imagine what it's like to be your lover and share a bed with someone so completely bloated and swollen and heavy and big. You're just so. Fucking. Fat. And So. Fucking. Lovely. I could cuddle you for days, basking in your beautiful thick rolls of fat and looking into your lovely eyes! 😍😍😍

come on then, I’ve got some room left, for now 👀

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I cant deny it any longer, i need you to fatten me up, make me bigger than this. I want you to make me fatter than anyone who has ever lived, i never want you to stop, even when im bed bound ill still be desperate to be fed and fucked. I fantasise about immobility, i know it will be inevitable if i had someone like you feeding me.

I dont know why my brain works like this, all i know is that i desire nothing more than i short life full of ungodly overindulgence, i want to eat, be force fed, fucked, worshiped, teased, dominated all day long. Im a glutton, i can never say no.

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Plus Sized Supermodels

I once had an assignment to interview a famous plus-sized model. If you know anything about plus-sized models, first of all: good for you, second: you know that there are tons of famous plus sized models out there, just not that many of them. Jokes aside, the list is short and you can probably guess who I might be talking about.

It’s kind of amazing that over the last few years, the size limits for being a famous and successful female model have pretty much disappeared. As a result, the sky has become the limit on how big these women can actually be. And as is common with women who are on the heavier side in their early twenties, they just keep growing, and so some of the women that we know for modeling size 14 or 16 jeans when they were twenty years old just ten years ago are now modeling size 26 or 28 at the age of thirty. Often even bigger if they’ve had children!

When I was researching the subject matter before the interview, it really got me thinking: if these women are famous for being large, what incentive do they have to lose weight? Or on the contrary, do they have an incentive to gain weight?

It seemed to me that the bigger they get, the bigger they, you know, get in the world of plus sized fashion. The model I was interviewing was a great example of that: she had been on a steady weight gain trend the past several years and had recently graduated to modeling size 4x clothing, yet seemed to become more notorious in the scene every year.

So I was curious as to why she was gaining so much weight and if there would ever be a limit to her growth. And as it turns out, all these women want to talk about is their weight.

“Are you afraid that you’re glorifying obesity?” I asked her.

“Does it look glorious?” she replied.

I smiled at her sitting there in my studio. She was overflowing the chair beneath her, her hands were folded over her massive belly. She had a prominent double chin. But undeniably, she was a very attractive woman.

“You could say it looks that way, yes.”

“Well it’s nonsense. It’s not like I’m sitting here trying to gain weight, or encouraging young girls not to be their healthiest selves. I struggle with my weight every day. But maybe instead of demonizing women like myself, who are discriminated against every day for their bodies, we should accept that there are women who are just naturally going to be this way and are looking for a role model and positive representation in society.”

“Can you be healthy at your size?”

“Absolutely. I myself am very active and like to eat a healthy and balanced diet. I also have a health and wellness focused lifestyle brand that caters to larger bodies with things like body positive yoga classes, pole classes, and supplements. So I consider myself a health ambassador.”

We took a commercial break and she helped herself to a plate of muffins that her assistant had requested in advance that we provide for the interview. I watched her gulp three of them down in the time it would have taken me to eat one, and she caught me watching and told me self-consciously she hadn’t had anything since leaving her hotel.

“Sorry for that question about glorifying obesity” I apologized. “I really think there’s a certain group of listeners who would want me to ask.”

“What do you actually think?” she asked.

“That you do look glorious” I said. “You’ve been a favorite of mine for a while now.”

“Since when?” she asked, smiling coyly.

I told her.

“Oh, I was a lot smaller back then” she chuckled. “I’ve gone up a few sizes.”

“I noticed.”

“Do you know what’s funny?” she asked me.

“What?”

“The men don’t ever seem to mind. At least the straight ones.”

“Do you think there’s a limit?” I asked. My sound engineer made a signal that indicated we were back on in ten seconds. I gave him the thumbs up and returned to my guest.

“No” she replied. “I think I’m only getting more attention these days. Case in point.” She winked at me.

Back to our on-the-record interview. We chatted more about her career.

“I’m proud of being able to push the boundaries of acceptable beauty standards within our society” she stated. “I don’t think we ever would have imagined 10 years ago or even 5 years ago that we would put a woman on magazines who is over 400 pounds. And I don’t think it has to stop there.”

“500 pounds?”

“Why not?” she asked. “We could have the world’s first 500 pound supermodel.”

“I’d like to see that” I said.

“We’re nearly there” she said. “Who knows, maybe in a year or two.”

We finished the interview shortly after. Her assistant came in and fed her a chocolate bar and gave her some bottled water and left. I watched her eat as I folded up my notes. “Thank you” I said.

She smiled as she wiped some chocolate off the corner of her mouth, then folded her hands again over her belly and crossed her legs towards me, exposing a view up her plump and milky thighs. “No, thank you” she said, watching my eyes drifting downwards for a moment. “It’s been a real pleasure.”

“A pleasure” I echoed.

“Hey, do you want to have dinner?” she asked me.

“Would love to.”

We sent our assistants away and I called a cab to a resto bar I knew was not far from the hotel where she was staying. Conversation continued on the way there.

“I thought you had already had dinner at your hotel?” I asked. It was already late.

“I could eat again” she replied.

“I bet.”

“So let’s talk about you” she said. “Are you married?”

I told her I was separated from my wife. That we had both been too busy to spend time together.

She told me she was recently single. Her last boyfriend had not been supportive of her lifestyle. Had wanted her to lose weight in fact.

When we got to the restaurant there was a bit of a wait to get seated. She requested that the waiter put two chairs together for her. I caught some people looking sidelong at her and realized that it wasn’t just because of her size, but it was because she really was famous. Much more famous than me. I wasn’t used to it.

We ordered a round of drinks. Then another and another. She put back a couple appetizers and a burger and fries. Then she ordered two desserts.

“Okay” I told her, slurring my words a bit, “I’ve got to ask. What did you mean that in a couple of years we could have the world’s first 500 pound supermodel?”

She giggled. “Wouldn’t it be cool?”

“What?”

“If I was the world’s first 500 pound supermodel. Then I’d be, like, the biggest model in the world.”

“Do you want to be?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” she said. She leaned in over her desserts, causing the table to groan and tilt a bit. “It’s kind of my dream.”

“Really?” I asked.

”Yeah” she replied, “and I’m not that far away right now.”

“That’s wild” I offered.

She put her hand on my thigh. “Does it turn you on?” she asked.

“Yes” I replied.

She moved her hand up to my cock and squeezed it. “Do you want to find out what it’s like to fuck the fattest supermodel in the world?”

“Yes please.”

“Let’s call a cab” she said.

Back at the hotel she poured us a shot of vodka from the minibar and then ordered a whole cheesecake via room service. She danced over to the king sized bed and plopped herself down on her queen-sized ass, bouncing and giggling. “Come stand here” she commanded. I obeyed. She took me hand and slid it up her dress, but to my surprise I found my hand placed between the soft upper and lower rolls of her belly. “Jiggle it” she said.

I jiggled her rolls of soft fat and she began to moan orgasmically, then quickly began work on unfastening my pants. She slid my cock I to her mouth and set to work. When I jiggled her belly, her eyes would roll back and she would moan and work me more quickly, and I was turned on by all the jiggling and I would get harder. I rapidly felt that I was going to come soon. Then room service arrived.

She made me go to the door and accept the cheesecake on her behalf. Then I fed it to her while she lied on her back on the bed like a huge beached whale, and I jiggled her belly while she masturbated. “Oh yes!” she screamed between mouthfuls of cheesecake and rapid little breaths for air.

Finally she climbed on top of me and pinned me to the bed in reverse cowgirl, and fucked me with her big soft ass right in my face, that’s how enormous it was. I told her I was about to come and she took my hands and made me jiggle her belly and she began to scream and come too.

Afterwards, she lay herself across me and told me I was the best lay she had had in a while. I lay there for a while, stroking her big soft belly, satisfied with my choices in life.

I saw her a few times after that. Last time she saw me, she told me she’d succeeded in her big dream. She’s more famous than ever, you’d probably know who I’m talking about.

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My best friend’s “little” sister

You. Hey there you. It’s been a while.

And you’re looking… great… by the way. I like it. But you already know that.

How’s your mobility? Who’s taking care of you now? Met anyone special? No?

Don’t worry, you will. I know you will. You’re a real catch.

Say, did Rob ever find out about us? No? Phew… yeah, let’s keep it that way.

Yeah, Rob loves me and all, but you’re his little sister and all. I know he would never forgive me. He’s very protective of you.

But it’s just you and me here talking now. I kind of missed this.

Aww. Yeah, I miss it too. I missed you. I miss fooling around.

Remember the first time we had sex, when Rob almost caught us and we had to hide in the closet? And you fell on top of me?

Yeah, that’s right, I nearly suffocated! But it was hot. That was the first time I really got to… experience you. You know, all of you, what it felt like, on top of me.

I mean… can you imagine how hot that would be now?

Fuck. I can’t even. You just keep blowing up, don’t you?

I mean, look at you, you can barely get around anymore. Have you even weighed yourself? You must be over 600 pounds at this point. And you’re still so young. You’ll probably keep going.

Your belly… can I touch it?

…

Fuck. Fuuuuck. It’s so big and soft and massive. You’re an absolute fucking blob at this point. I love it so much. Yeah, you love it too, I can tell.

Was that your Rascal scooter by the door? Do you even walk anywhere anymore? Or are you too fat for that?

I’ve got a question for you… ever been fucked on your Rascal? Yeah, like had sex. Would you like to?

What’s that? In the freezer? Sure, I’ll go get it. You just waddle over and get on your scooter and meet me back in the bedroom.

…

Oh. My. God. Look at you. It’s a dream come true. You are so… massive.

I got you the ice cream. You just eat up like a good little girl while I go down on you.

Fuck me, you’re so fucking sexy. What you’re doing to yourself. Fuck me. Don’t tell Rob. Here we go…

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Katherine

Back then. "You make me sick" said Katherine. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I squirmed and looked down at the table. I pushed my used napkin back and forth. I wanted to die. "I can't help it."

"It's hard enough that everyone wants me to *lose* weight! And now... this? Do you have any idea what that's like?!" she shouted. Her mascara was starting to run. She folded her arms as if she wanted to shrink into the booth.

"But you're beautiful, and I am telling you that I think so!"

"No! You can't find *this* attractive!" she said, gesturing over her body with her hands for emphasis. "I just... can't!"

But even as I sat there watching her slip away from me, puffy eyes, mascara running, tears soaking her shirt, I considered her the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Such a beautiful face, such lovely skin, such luscious hair, such pretty eyes. She was perfect in so many ways. And yet she couldn't overlook the one flaw that everyone attributed to her, that I had told her wasn't even a flaw to me, that genuinely made her even more attractive and worthy to me. And I was going to lose her for it. Why did I ever have to bring it up?

"You're wrong" I said. "You're perfect to me."

She looked back at me and her face contorted in anger. "I don't want to be perfect to you!" she shouted. "I just want to be perfect... period!"

I said nothing. We just glared at each other.

"I'm going to lose the weight" she said finally.

"Fine" I said. "You'll still be beautiful." I honestly believed that she would be.

"Yeah right!" she said. "So go find yourself an actual fat chick!"

"I guess I will" I said. "Because you have some real fucking issues."

"I have issues?! You're the one who LIKES FUCKING FAT CHICKS!" she shouted. The whole restaurant went quiet. Everyone was looking at us, the teenage couple having a fight.

"I'm going now" I said, summoning up my dignity. I got up, took a 20 dollar bill from my wallet, and put it down on the table. "To find myself an actual fat chick, without all the issues" I said cruelly. "Goodbye."

I started walking away. "No" she said. "Wait Bry! Bryan, wait!" she cried after me. But I was out the door. I kept my back turned so she wouldn't see that I was crying too.

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Present day. I am successful and married with two children with my wife Alyssa.

Alyssa is my best friend. We met at a sales seminar back in our mid-twenties. She was a chubby blonde with a sweet smile and a sunny disposition. We hit it off instantly and have got along famously since. We have pretty much all the same interests. We have a loving, trusting relationship.

A few years ago, Alyssa discovered running. It's gone great for her, and she's slimmed down considerably since. I love her and support her and am happy that she feels better about herself and is healthier. I hope she lives long and we raise our kids and grandkids and die in the old folks' home together.

But our sex life has suffered. We've gone from having sex three or more times a week to once every week or two. We're busy parents so it's difficult already. Things just aren't what they used to be for us.

There is an urge growing inside me to stray. It's everywhere I go, in crowds of people, my eye is drawn to attractive women and their bodies. Searching for opportunities that I can't act on. Fantasizing about what it would be like.

Alyssa and I talked about it, years ago, about having an open relationship. On one hand, she said of course we shouldn't expect to have sex with the same person for the rest of our lives. On the other hand, she was crying. We never talked about it since. It's too painful to think of.

I'm on a trip back to my hometown for work. I haven't been back since high school. I ring up some of my old buddies and we get together for beers. We get right hammered and the conversation turns from our careers and our families to our past conquests.

"Hey" says Mark. "What was the name of that chick you were dating in Grade 11?"

"Which one?" I reply. "There were a couple."

"The chubby one. With the pretty eyes" said Mark, drunkenly. "The one who broke up with you."

My heart sinks. It's painful for me to remember. "Kat" I reply.

"Yeah, her" says Mark. "Pretty face. Too bad she was so chubby."

"Broke my heart" I say.

"You should call her up" says Mark.

"No way!" I say.

"Yeah way!" he says. "Wait, I can find her on Facebook."

Facebook. Shit, I thought. It's impossible to just forget someone and leave them behind anymore in this day and age.

Mark plays around with his phone. "Aha!" he said. "Found her! See, pretty face."

He shows me the phone screen. My heart drops on seeing Kat again. The photo is old, she is young and beautiful and as I remember her.

"She doesn't want to hear from me" I say.

"Don't be a pussy" says Mark. "Here, I'm going to message her for you."

"No!" I say, and I reach for the phone but Mark turns away and taps at his screen. I hesitate. A part of me wants to go with the flow.

"There!" he says. He shows me the message he sent with the friend request.

"Oh God, Mark. I'm married, don't you know?"

"Yeah, to a woman 1000 miles away" he responds.

Mark taps away at his phone some more. We order another round of beers. The bar is starting to empty out.

"Oh shit!" says Mark. "She replied!"

"Why do you gotta do this" I ask him, taking his phone. The reply is short and includes her new phone number. I pull out my phone and start texting her.

"Kat?"

"Its been a while"

My judgement is impaired and my inhibitions are gone. Over text, we pick up on the page we left off on.

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One hour later, I take an Uber to Kats apartment. My nervousness is palpable. Every minute I am in the car feels unbearable. Every step up to her apartment feels like an undertaking.

I reach the door. I take a few minutes to gather up my courage, and then I knock. I hear her footsteps, then the latch of the door. Over a decade later and she could have become anything, and I am about to find out in moments. The door opens.

Kat is just as beautiful. And she's become massive.

"Kat..." I stutter, still drunk.

"Hello, Bry" she replies. I gawk at her for a moment. "Surprise!" she says, sardonically, "I got fat!"

"You're just as beautiful as I remember" I say. "More beautiful."

"Shut up and come inside" she says. "You're drunk."

I step inside. Her apartment is small but clean, with no sign of any cats. She leads me to the living room and sits me down with a tender touch on the shoulder. "Sit down" she says, "I'll make you some coffee."

She leaves to the kitchen and I watch her go. I am floored by the sheer size of her. She catches me watching over her should and my face flushes. I sit there and try to compose myself for the next few minutes. When she comes back with the coffee, I smile at her, but she doesn't return it. She pours the coffee without looking at me and sits down next to me. As she sits down, the couch creaks and the floor groans and the fat of her hip expands towards me, leaving very little space between us. She crosses her arms and seems to want to shrink into the couch.

"Thanks for the coffee" I say.

"Why are you here?" she asks.

"I'm meeting a client in town" I respond.

"I don't even know what you do" she says. "No, I mean, why are you *here*?" Meaning in her apartment with her.

"I wanted to reconnect" I say.

"Reconnect?" she says.

"Yeah" I reply. "Why did you invite me here?"

"I don't know" she says, twirling her hair. It's a gesture of vulnerability that I wouldn't have recognized from her when we were younger. She was so confident back then, so insecure at the same time. Putting up a façade all the time. She has changed over the years.

She looks at my ring. "I see you're married."

"I see you're not married" I replied.

"Well, shouldn't surprise anyone." she says. Meaning her body. There is an awkward silence and we say no more on the subject of marriages.

"Why did you break up with me?" I ask.

"Break up with you? Why did you break up with me?" she replies.

"You told me I disgusted you" I reply.

"Well I wonder why?" she says. "You told me I would be more attractive if I gained weight."

"No" I say. "Not exactly."

"Yes!" she says. "I said I was worried about gaining weight, and you said, 'Don't worry' because I will only be even more attractive."

"Okay" I say, "What's wrong with that?"

"I had body image issues!" she says. "It messed me up."

"I didn't know that" I say.

"Yeah!" she says. "It took me a while. But I'm over it."

I sip my coffee for a while. She waddles over the to kitchen and returned with a baking dish full of brownie. She picks out a square and started eating it, spilling crumbs down her shirt and between her breasts.

"I eat when I'm upset" she says.

"So do I" I say, stupidly. She gives a mirthful laugh at this.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.

"Sure" she says.

"Did you love me?" I reply.

"Love you?" she replies. "Love you?" as if it is a joke. "Look at me, Bry. I am disgusting. I absolutely ruined myself because of you."

"Wait, are you actually laying that on me?" I reply.

"Bry" she says. "Look at me. Look at me. No seriously, look at me." I look down at her enormous curves, she is exploding with soft fat. "You told me you like fat chicks. You told me you find this attractive."

"I do" I said.

"Then what don't you get?" she huffs, exasperated.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, Bry. I loved you. I fucking loved you! Don't you get that?!" Kat burst into tears. She grabs for a box of Kleenex on the table but it is empty. At this, she cries harder.

I reach out and stroke her arm to comfort her. She doesn't react. "Do you want me to get you some Kleenex?" I ask.

"No, Bry. You know what you can do for me?"

"What's that?"

She picks up and offers me the dish of brownies and I take it, confused. There are still several left. Then she grabs my thigh and leans in close to me and says "I want you to shove those brownies in my fucking face."

I nearly pull away but I hesitate for just a moment. It's enough. She works her hand over and grabs my cock, already hard, and starts massaging it through my pants. I take a brownie and stuff it into her open mouth and she chews away, sobbing. I reach over and grab a roll and start feeling around her body. Everywhere I go there are soft crevices to explore.

I feed her the rest of the brownies as I rub her tummy and tell her what a disgusting fat pig she has become. She is crying at the same time and tells me how much she hates me. When she is done, I make her get down on her hands and knees and lick the dish clean. I get behind her and pull down her pants and start to finger fuck her. She moans loudly.

She turns over onto her back and pulls me down on the floor with her. We kiss passionately and she takes my hand and places it somewhere in the softness of her underbelly and jiggles it. "Jiggle me, Bry" she says. "Jiggle my fat fucking belly."

"You fucking whale" I say. "You're fucking huge."

"Am I bigger than your wife?" she asks.

"You're way fucking fatter than her. You're like, three times her size."

"Am I the biggest woman you've ever been with?" she asks.

"You will be" I say. "By far."

"You did this to me" she says. "You made me ruin myself. Do you like it?"

"Yeah" I said. "I want you to be my disgusting fuckpig."

"Good" she says, "You break it, you bought it", and reaches down for my cock.

We fumble around for a bit and try with different positions to get me in. In the end, she has to lift up her belly and I have to mount her at an angle and she pulls me in.

Her fat pussy is tight and I struggle not to come instantly. I grab at her belly, her breasts, her pillows of upper arm fat, the softness of her chin, whatever I can. She jiggles like a waterbed.

I manage to restrain myself, and she comes first. "Oh, Bry!" she says. "Oh, Bry! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" She squirts all over my dick. "Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck HOLY FUCK!" she screams.

"Holy fuck" I say.

"Did I squirt?" she asks.

"Yes" I say.

"Holy fuck" she says. "Did you come?"

"No" I reply.

"Okay" she says. "Here." She pushes me and I pull out and roll off of her and onto the floor. She struggles and rolls over onto her hands and knees, then turns herself around and straddles me and backs her enormous ass up until my face is engulfed. I struggle to ask "What...?" but I am muffled between the fat of her thighs. I lick and taste the sweetness of her cum.

She lowers herself down and I can feel her two huge globes of breast fat spread out over my lap on either side of my dick. Her belly engulfs my torso, spreading out over my sides. She takes me up in her mouth and goes to work.

I come quickly, within only a minute or two, and she moans and sucks greedily and swallows. "Mmmmm" she says, "your cum tastes good." She collapses forward onto me, freeing my face from between the fat of her legs. She is breathing heavily. I can breath again, but it is laborious beneath her weight. We lay there for a while.

"Kat?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"How much do you weigh?"

"Bry" she says back. "I don't want to talk dirty anymore now."

"OK" I reply.

"Bry?" she asks. "Can we cuddle?"

I help her to her feet and she leads me over to her bedroom and she flops down on her back on the sheets and I plop down on top of her. We lay there like that, holding each other without saying anything. There is music playing quietly from a CD player on her dresser. We stay there and listen for a while until the songs start repeating. I am calm and breathing slowly but somehow too excited to fall asleep.

"Bry?" she asks, after a long time. "Do you still love me?"

I don't respond for a while. I think about Alyssa and the connection we share. I think about my kids with no small amount of guilt. I reflect back on my relationship with Kat in high school and the difference I have been searching for in every relationship since. I am sober enough now to know the answer confidently. "Yes."

"I still love you too" she says.

We kiss and make out and she climbs on top of me and inserts me and wraps her arms around me and we make love like that, her on top smothering me with her softness, pulling me deeper inside her amidst her thigh and pubic fat with each thrust of her hips. I explore and caress and jiggle and worship all of her soft parts, which is to say every part of her body.

"Oh, Kat" I say. "You're a goddess. A fucking sex goddess."

"I'm your sex goddess" she says. "These curves are for you."

"You're beautiful" I say. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful."

She just moans in response. She gets off me and I sidle up next to her and spoon her and she parts her legs and pulls me in, with some considerable difficulty due to her enormous ass between us pushing me away from her. We barely achieve penetration, but it is worth it. We climax together. "Oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!" she screams, and I feel her hot cum well up in my crotch.

It takes us both a while to catch our breath. There is another long moment of holding each other. But this time, it feels different.

Kat turns around and faces me and her face is full of sadness and dread. "Bry" she says. "I don't want you to leave me again."

"I don't want to leave" I say. "But I have to."

"Bry, don't go. Please." she says. "I'll do anything."

"I have to" I reply.

"No you don't" she says. "Leave your other life behind. You can stay right here with me and love me and feed me until I'm the size of the fridge."

"Kat" I reply, "you don't know what you're saying."

"The size of the fridge, Bry" she says. "We can have sex like this every day, only it will just keep getting better."

"Kat, stop."

"100 more pounds. 200 more. 300 more. Whatever you want."

"Kat, please stop."

"Don't you get it, Bry? It's because of you! There is nothing I want more than to keep wrecking myself, just for your pleasure. It's all I have."

"Kat, you'll eat yourself into the grave."

"Oh fuck yeah" she says, and she reaches down around her belly and starts touching herself. "Oh fuck yeah, say it again."

"You'll eat yourself into the grave." I repeat. "Is this what you want?"

She is fingering herself intensely and grabs me tightly by the bicep. "Fuck yeah" she says, "I want to eat until I fucking explode."

"You won't explode," I say, "you'll have a heart attack."

"Fuck. Yes" she says, jiggling and quaking with exertion. She is struggling to keep fingering herself so violently and so I reach down and help her.

"Is this what you want?" I ask as I work with my fingers to get her off. "To be a fat fucking blob? To die young?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. YES!" she screams. She contorts and adducts her thighs together and my hand is trapped in soft fat for a moment as she comes. She jerks and quakes as she comes down from the orgasm. "Oh, Bry..."

I am up and putting my clothes on. "I'm leaving" I say.

"Bry, wait" she moans, but I leave her there, a soft quaking orgasmic mound of fat on the bed.

[dumbasspimpster]

My fat princess

Fat? You’re perfect. I wouldn’t have you any other way. Just because you’re three times the size of me, doesn’t mean you’re not my delicate little princess.

Quite the opposite - all that fat is what makes you soft and feminine and beautiful. You were made to be adored and pampered and spoiled. So leave all the hard work to me. You just lie back, enjoy yourself, and focus on what you do so well - being pretty.

So what if you get fatter? It’s just a sign of how well I’m taking care of your needs. Let the rest of them stare. They’re just jealous.

To me, you’re my fat pillowy princess and I can never get enough of you.

[dumbasspimpster]

A heifer under lock and key

I want to steal you away in a barn. I want to keep you in a feather bed up in the loft, elevated up above the other cows.

I want to fatten you up like a prize heifer. Bring you a bucket of fresh milk every meal and then make you get down on all fours and drink it from a trough. Then work over your growing breasts until I have a bucket of your milk just for my consumption.

I want you to become imprisoned by your size. At first, you will realize you are too fat anymore to climb down the ladder and you are trapped in the loft. Later, you will become too fat to stand unassisted, and then you will prefer to rest on all fours or stay in bed.

At random times during the day, when I am exhausted from my farmwork and need some release, I will come visit you. You will be there waiting for me, an obese pleasure animal, ready to roll in the hay. I will help you down from your bed and take you from behind on all fours.

As you become fatter you will surpass the weight of the other cows and produce more milk than any of them. Each time I visit you you will beg me to milk you, moaning and mooing with pleasure at the relief it will bring you. Then you will eagerly allow me to enjoy you in the way that I can’t enjoy my other cows. Although I will keep you secret from the world, you will be my prize heifer.

[dumbasspimpster]

Costco Size

 “I love Costco” she said. “Everything here is so much bigger.”

“Same reason I love you, sweetheart” her boyfriend replied. He pinched the fat of her hip and she giggled. When she giggled she pumped her knees like a little girl, which caused her enormous ass to jiggle.

“Ooh baby” said the boyfriend. He looked both ways down the aisle and saw that no one was watching. Then he gave her ass a good slap and she giggled and jiggled some more. “Ooh, you’re a good girl.”

“I want ice cream” she demanded.

“Of course we can get you some ice cream, sweetie. Later, after we checkout.”

“Okay” she said. “But I’m hungry now.”

“How about a hot dog sample?” he offered.

“We already had one” she whined.

“It’s okay” he said. “We can go back and get another.”

He took off to the samples booth and she followed him, waddling and pushing the cart. The attendant handed him two cocktail wieners. He removed the toothpick from one and slid it into her mouth. “Mmmmm” she moaned as she chewed. When she was done he popped the second hotdog into her mouth and she ate that one too, forcing another couple behind them to wait for her to finish eating. “Mmmmm” she moaned. “That’s so good.”

“You’re a good girl” said the boyfriend, and patted her gently on the head. He turned to the attendant who was waiting patiently. “Two more to go please.”

They left with two more wieners and continued browsing the aisles towards the checkout. He fed her as they walked slowly. As they went she pointed at items and he added them to the cart for her. A double pack of hummus, a big tub of fresh mozzarella, and a family size bag of potato chips. “Can we eat the chips now?” she whined.

“Later” he replied. “Be a good girl for now. And what about your ice cream?”

“Oh right, ice cream. Yay!” she shrieked, giggling.

They were helped at the checkout by a big black girl named Latoya. “Chips” she said as she scanned. “Hummus. Mozza. Chocolate.”

“All for me” said the girlfriend, proudly.

“Oh my, you know how to treat yo girl” said Latoya to the boyfriend.

At the cafeteria she sat down to rest and he finally bought her a big tall cone of soft serve ice cream. She shivered in anticipation as he handed it to her. She took it and began sucking thoughtfully at the top. She was watching back towards the counter.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” asked the boyfriend. “Enjoying your ice cream?”

“Yeah, it’s good” she said. “That girl Latoya was hitting on you.”

He frowned and studied Latoya over his shoulder for a bit as well as she checked out groceries. “So?”

“It’s obvious” she said. “She wants the D.”

“Hey” said the boyfriend. “Watch out. Who bought you your ice cream?”

“She’s not even that fat really” said the girlfriend. “Whose butt is bigger? Mine or hers?”

“Yours is sweetheart. Now be a good girl and finish your ice cream.”

“It’s not that great” she complained.

“Finish it” he said. “Or we’re not coming back.”

[dumbasspimpster]

Fat & flirty

In 1986 I made a sales run down through West Texas. I was selling ladies’ 12+ clothing in those days to small and mid-sized joints in all these small Texas towns. And well, on account of you know what they say about the size of things down Texas, business was always pretty good for me in those towns.

See, in those days especially, the larger ladies weren’t very happy in their bodies. Nowadays I see all kinds of pretty young girls with lots to love showing their skin on Instagram and other such websites. What a time to be alive! But in those days, man, it was the eighties… there just wasn’t nothing for a big girl to feel except ashamed of her extra pounds. It got so bad that most larger ladies would rather make their own clothes at home out of the tablecloth than go out shopping for a size 14 or 18 or whatever size fat.

Now my company, we had a catalog at that time where they could see pictures of other big girls in cute dresses, tops, bras, lingerie… we had all of it. Real pretty stuff that didn’t look like it was sewed out of the tablecloth. We were doing pioneering work, breaking barriers for these ladies the way I saw it. Not always an easy sell for the clothing stores, but I was out there selling because I was the one that understood the customer profile.

I mean, these women were ashamed of their own bodies in a deep down kinda way. They were self-hating and any suggestion that they should be considered beautiful or attractive made them distrust you. They were a few buckets short on self-esteem, so with most of them you had to be real gentle in introducing them to the idea of wanting to dress pretty instead of hiding themselves. Once you did that though, you won a loyal and paying customer. Like I said, real pioneering sort of work.

So on account of all that body shaming and what not, I was always pleasantly surprised whenever I would come across a different type: bubbly, confident, and flirtatious. Oh, she was rare let me tell you, but she was out there.

One time I met this fat and foxy lady down in Orillia…

Her name was Candy, which is a pretty fitting name as far as big girls go. She served me dinner at the main diner in town.

She came to take my order. “Hey sug, how’s your night treating you?”

“Better now that you’re here” I said.

“I do have that effect on people. What’ll it be?”

“I’ll have the steak and eggs please. Eggs over medium. Steak medium rare.”

“Drink?”

“Coffee, black please.”

“Anything you want” she said, turning on her heel with a wink. Her wide hips swayed as I watched her waddle away. She plopped herself down on a rolling stool in front of the kitchen passthrough.

The diner was almost empty. I watched her brew a pot of coffee. She noticed me watching her and kept smiling at me as she waited for the pot to brew. Then she took up the carafe and an empty mug and wheeled herself over to me.

“Hope you don’t mind” she said, meaning that she was still seated on the rolling stool. She poured my coffee. “The way a girl like me is made… standing all day is not for me”

“And how is a girl like you made exactly?” I asked.

She chuckled. “Lots of free pie, I suppose.”

“Well, thank God for free pie then.”

“It’s one of the perks” she said. She rolled herself up to the table across from me and leaned over the table, supporting her head in her hand. “The other is meeting cute guys like yourself” she said, smiling a big flirtatious smile.

“Do you meet a lot of them?” I asked.

“Here and there. Folks passing through town. So what’s your name and what do you do?”

“Name’s Jeff. I’m a salesman.”

“Selling what?”

“Ladies clothing.”

“Hmmph. Not much use to me. I was hoping you would say chocolate or something.”

“Well, actually, we cater to the curvier gals.”

“Oh yeah?” she said. “Okay, now you have my attention. What sizes?”

“Size 12 and up” I said.

“Just how much ‘up’?” she asked.

I leaned over the side of the table and looked at her up and down. Under the kitchen tablecloth she was basically wearing for a dress, there were hints of a shapely figure. I imagined what she looked like under there. My heart raced. “Enough” I said.

 “Do you have a catalog?” she asked.

“In my car” I said. “And a couple of samples. Maybe I’ll show you later.”

“I’d like that” she said.

“So what about you? From around here?”

“Nah, from the next town over. East Sheffield. I live there with my sister.”

“Also a waitress?”

“As it happens, yes. And believe it or not she’s the pretty one.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that” I said.

“Oh why thank you” she said, flourishing her hair. It was long and brown and silky. “But you’ll know what I mean when you see her.” She covered her mouth dramatically, as if she had spilled the beans.

“When I see her?” I asked.

“Oops!” she shrieked. “Did I say that?” She twirled her hair nervously. “Well Jeff, what I meant was, well…”

I looked at her expectantly.

“You’re a handsome guy” she started.

“Thank you.”

“And you obviously like what you see” she said, gesturing at her curves.

“I do.”

“And my sister and I, we have this kinda arrangement, and…” she paused ruminantly. “Well, I was thinking that, hey wouldn’t it be fun if you wanted to come up to East Sheffield and meet me and my sister?”

“Well hey” I said, playing it cool. “That kinda depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“What time do you get off?”

—-

I stayed at my table and sipped coffee at chatted with the large and lovely Candy until the other diners left and her shift was over around 9:30. Then we walked out to our cars and she told me to follow her and she climbed up into an old pickup and she went to close the door but it didn’t work the first time because her hip got in the way. I tried to cool my jets but sitting in my car driving along behind her all I couldn’t help but fantasize about what lay in store for me.

When we arrived at their apartment I waited in my car and Candy was greeted at the door by the silhouette of her sister. It was nighttime and I couldn’t see much except by the outline I could tell that her sister was at least as big, if not bigger than Candy. After a minute her sister disappeared inside and Candy turned back to me and waved me over. I got out of my car.

“It’s all good, Jeff” shouted Candice. “Come on in.”

I walked over and joined up with the slow-moving Candice. Misstepping on the gravel in the dark, she lost her balance and whooped and grabbed me for support. I took her the rest of the way with my arm around her waist and hers over my shoulder. We ascended the steps to the first floor apartment and entered the front door.

Inside, I found myself in a narrow entryway. I could smell pasta cooking and hear the sounds of a TV as I removed my shoes and hung my coat. “Go on in” said Candice, waiting for my to clear the entryway. I went into the living room.

In the living room I beheld her big blonde bombshell of a sister. She was laid back on the couch watching TV in her nightgown. The seat back of the couch was so flattened and she was so far reclined that I was surprised she had been able to get up from her position earlier. “Hi, Jeff!” she said. “I’m Jan.”

“Hi, Jan.”

“Candy is just going to take care of dinner. Would you like to come sit next to me?” she asked me in a sweet little voice. She motioned to the couch beside her. The seat cushion and seat back were all caved in too as if that was where her sister usually sat next to her.

I sat on the couch next to Jan. A rerun of I Love Lucy was playing on the TV. Jan had stopped watching though and squirmed in her seat until she was facing me. “Hello” she said again.

“Hi.”

“So what do you do for a living Jeff?”

“I sell women’s clothing. Size 12 and up, actually.”

“Oh, really?” asked Jan. “It’s so good that someone is out there doing it.”

“Yeah it’s a growing business. Oops, no pun intended!”

“No offence taken!” she said. She patted her belly. “I haven’t been able to find my size in stores since junior prom.”

“How long ago was that?”

“You mean how old am I? 24. And Candy is 27. How about you?”

“31” I said.

Jan reached over with her chubby fingers and took up my left hand, examining it. “And you’re not married yet?” she asked. “Meaning no judgement either way.”

“No! I just haven’t met the right girl yet.”

“What kind of girl is that?” asked Jan. “Is she big like us?”

“Well, yeah.”

“You must meet a lot of girls like that though in your line of work.”

“Yeah” I said. Jan looked into my eyes tenderly, listening patiently. She seemed like she was pretty good at that. “Well” I said, “Most aren’t as big and beautiful as you two. And I guess just not the right one yet. And what about you girls?”

“Single and ready to mingle!” shouted Candy from the kitchen. Jan gave me a sweet smile.

“Lotta guys don’t know how to treat a larger lady” said Jan.

“Amen!” shouted Candy.

“They think we don’t have needs too” said Jan. “But we do.”

“Like chocolate!” shouted Candy.

“Have you ever been with a larger lady before?” asked Jan. “Like, done it with her?”

“Yeah” I said.

“How big?” asked Jan.

“Pretty big” I said. “The bigger the better.”

“Jackpot!” shouted Candy from the kitchen.

“Then you know” said Jan. “You gotta love every inch. Every pound.”

“I do.”

“And she’s got to get every inch of you. Things are harder to reach down there. You gotta take care of her.”

“No problem for me” I said.

She glanced down towards my junk and gave a wink. “We’ll see.” We smiled at each other. “Dinner is going to be a few more minutes” said Jan. “Do you want to rub my belly in the meantime?”

She let me sidle up to her and I began gingerly exploring her midriff through her nightgown. Sometimes when you meet a fat girl you can’t tell from looking at her whether her fat is going to be firm and hard packed in your hands or whether it will be soft and pillowy like the top of a breast. Jan’s belly was huge and soft and pillowy and wrapped around her and formed big rolls on either side. I stroked her belly in big circles and teased it with little grabs and jiggles while her hand stroked my thigh. I got a huge erection.

When dinner was ready, Candy waddled in with two big bowls of Kraft macaroni and cheese and came up beside me and sat her enormous ass down. I was instantly wedged stuck between the two sisters.

“Oof, a little tight” teased Candy.

“All good” I said. I forced my arms around behind and under the two girls and began feeling around their shelf asses.

“Mmm that feels good” said Jan in between bites of Mac and cheese.

“Us big gals have so much to love” said Candy. “Jeff, why don’t all men get it the way you do?”

“They just need to try” I said. Jan had big thighs and a big soft shelf on top that was fun to jiggle. Candy had a big round bubble butt that I could grab scoops of in my cupped hand. I couldn’t decide which was better.

“But do you think bigger is always better?” asked Jan. “Like, what if Candy and I were even bigger?”

“You would be even more beautiful” I said.

“Like, 100 pounds bigger” she said. I nodded. “200 pounds?” she said. I nodded again.

“You would need a bigger couch!” I said.

“Shut up!” said Candy, slapping me playfully on the leg. “See, that’s how it’s supposed to be” she said to Jan. “The bigger the better.”

Jan looked at me and said matter-of-factly: “We’re trying to gain more weight.”

“How much more?” I asked.

“Whatever we can” said Jan.

The two girls polished off their bowls of Mac and cheese and then Candy sent me to bring them back some ice cream. I handed them each a pint and a spoon and then watched standing, stunned, as they each finished that too within a few minutes.

“Holy shit” I said.

“Was that hot for you?” asked Candy.

“Yes” I said.

“It’s hot for us too that you’re watching” she said. Candy turned to her sister and they whispered to each other and then she turned back to me. “Do you want to feed us?” she asked.

“Yes, or…”

“Or what?” asked Candy.

“Can I watch while you feed each other?” I asked.

I went and brought chocolate from the kitchen and gave it to Candy. Slowly, erotically, she fed Jan square by square. She hiked up Jan’s nightgown, exposing her enormous thighs and overflowing belly, and rubbed and jiggled her belly sensually. I watched them and Jan watched me watching them and spread her legs slightly and worked her hand in-between and began touching herself while maintaining eye contact.

When the chocolate was finished, Candy got up and took my hand and led me over to the bedroom. The two sisters shared a queen sized bed together and that too was hugely flattened on either side. From the size of the bed and the size of the girls I could tell that they could barely squeeze in together.

Candy sat me down and disappeared into the bathroom and washed up. Then she came out wearing nothing but her underwear. Her bust was enormous and her high-waisted panties did nothing to cover her big shelf butt.

“So how does this go?” I asked.

“Like this” she said, and she heaved herself up onto the bed and straddled me. She moved forward until she was sitting right on my chest and I felt my wind leave me. “Ohhhh” I sighed involuntarily as she dropped her big blubbery belly in my face and started grinding.

I kissed it and grabbed handfuls of belly and breasts and side rolls and thighs. It was complete blissful sensory overload and I barely noticed Jan’s heavy footsteps as she approached.

I felt the softness of her breasts and upper arms envelope my penis as she knelt forward, then she took me up in her hand and began working me with her hand and her mouth. I moaned as I experienced the pure pleasure of the simultaneous face grinding and the blowjob. Between the 900+ pounds of woman enveloping me I knew I wouldn’t last long!

“Wait!” I shouted, muffled by Candy’s belly fat. “Slow down!” The blowjob stopped.

“Everything good?” asked Candy from her position of mechanical advantage over me.

“Can we try something else?” I asked.

“I want him first” said Jan to Candy.

Candy and I unclothed Jan and laid her out on her back over the bed. Her fat spread out to either side making her look incredibly wide. I placed my hands on the insides of her thighs and spread them slowly until the chub parted and I was able to get my head in. I found my way between the fat of her labia and inside where it was wet and sweet. She squealed with pleasure and pulled her thighs together involuntarily, giving me a feeling of suffocation. Candy lay at her sister’s side, touching herself and sucking playfully at Jan’s areolas.

Jan came violently, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my head up into her while simultaneously crushing me with her thighs. She squirted hot sweet liquid into my mouth.

Next, we turned over Jan on the bed and Candy held her hands down while I fucked her piggy style from behind. Piggy style is what I call doggy style where her belly hangs all the way down to the bed and you grab it and jiggle it as you fuck her. Her fat jiggled in cascades from her ass shelf through her side rolls and up to her back fat, before reversing and coming back down to her belly and her thighs.

“Oh! Jiggle me Jeff!” she screamed. “Jiggle me!” I had never witnessed so much fat jiggle in my life. The more I grabbed and jiggled her the more she got off, until she finally came a second time.

After that she gave me over to Candy. Candy grabbed my arm and flopped me on top of her where she was laid out on the bed. By this point she was naked and she guided me inside her. We started missionary-style and she bit at my neck and dug her nails into my back and pulled me into her with each thrust. I kissed her breasts and grabbed at her belly and arm fat and she moaned and began to open up for me a bit.

Then Jan decided she wanted in the action as well. Candy got on her side and guided me in past her enormous ass with some difficulty to achieve penetration. Jan lay down behind me and pressed up against my back with all her breast and belly fat so that I was sandwiched in between the two sisters. Then she grabbed her sisters hips and helped me thrust into Candy so that we were both spoon fucking Candy together! With each thrust, the sisters jiggled each other and pulled me deep into Candy. Candy moaned softly and started shaking and I felt her excitement and her grip and we climaxed simultaneously, me groaning and cursing and she silently shaking and mewing like a little kitten.

When it was all over we stayed like that, the two sisters holding me between them, my dick going soft inside Candy. “Oh ho” said Candy. “Oh ho, that was good.” Jan caressed my upper body and stroked my ear. “Oh that was good” said Candy.

“Have you ever had sisters before?” asked Jan.

“Not at the same time” I replied, half-jokingly.