I might’ve overdone it last night, thinking about overdoing it again tonight 😈

It was quickly approaching their 2nd year anniversary together, and a little over one year since they opened up to each other about their mutual interest in feedism. When they had met, he was plateaued around 330lbs standing about 6ft 2inches tall, while she was a modest 5ft 4, and had always stayed in shape and fit around 115 for most of her adult life. She always had a thing for larger people, and all her previous partners had started their relationship larger, and always left larger. Her skills as a cook, and constant loving and encouraging attitude made sure every one of them felt comfortable in their skin, and as a result gladly indulged, despite not intentionally wanting to gain. For him, he had always struggled to find a consistent relationship, feedist or otherwise. He had had several dates, but for one reason or another, very rarely ever found himself in a second date. He was a handsome man, shy and reserved and often socially inept, but still tried his best to find that perfect fit for him. When he met her, he felt he had finally found something special, but was nervous it would eventually fizzle out like all the rest. In the beginning of their relationship he tried his best to try and work out and lose some weight, not wanting to lose his chance with her while also hoping to develop a mutual interest of hers, working out.

They started going to the gym together regularly a few months into their relationship, and while she was busy with her rigorous weight lifting and cardio routines, he usually ended up spending most of the time doing a modest walk on one of the treadmills, taking breaks here and there to hit up the vending machine for a chocolaty protein bar. He would notice at least one man, usually one of the one built like a football player, very blatantly ogling her from afar, and even though none of them ever tried to do more than strike up conversation with her, he felt ashamed with himself for not being able to look like them. After all, he knew she was wildly out of his league, with hips and an ass that would make most wannabe influencers jealous, and a face that would make most men speechless, especially her eyes. After a few of these trips to the gym together, she started to notice a change in his demeanor.

She was supportive of him wanting to workout and be healthier, even though she much preferred his more plush figure, but she noticed he started to become more shy around her. He almost seemed ashamed of something. After one of their gym visits, she decided to ask him, “is something wrong? You’ve seemed really distracted with something lately.” He couldn’t match her gaze, instead looking down at his gym attire, which had grown more snug over the past week. “It’s nothing, I just feel like I’m not accomplishing much here. Like I’m letting you down.” She placed a hand on his thigh supportively, “what do you mean? Why would you be letting me down? I thought you were just trying to work out a bit and feel better.” He tentatively looked up at her, before returning his gaze to his gut, “I see the type of guys here, and just feel like I can try and lose some weight and be more like them for you.” She gave him a supportive smile and started to rub his back, “babe, I don’t want those kinds of guys, I’ve tried being with those guys, they usually end up caring more about themselves then anyone else. I like you because of who you are, not what you are. Although, I already think you have a better figure than them.” She started to rub his chubby arm.

He was a bit taken aback, but could tell she was being genuine with him, and his cute smile slowly appeared. “Really?” He asked with a bit more confidence. She bit her lip a bit and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips. “Oh yeah baby, how about we go back to my place so we can get cleaned up.” The rest of their day was spent in furtive sexual embrace, and was easily the best work out he had in months. From that point on, their relationship seemed to hit that next step and flourish. She started to really do everything to boost his confidence in his body, and show her appreciation for his softer figure. She also started to cook for him more, often larger and more lavish meals, and she made sure to keep his favorite treats around whenever he would come over to spend the weekend with her. It was long before he stopped going to the gym with her, often too lethargic from his growing meals sizes and more hedonistic attitude. He had always thought the idea of gaining weight was erotic, and as time went on he started to suspect her love of his body was more intense than she let on. He felt bold one particular night, after a hearty Italian dinner while they were cuddle on the couch, her hand absentmindedly rubbing and pinching his growing flab while they watched a movie. “Hey babe, I got a question for you?” He asked between burps. Too enthralled by the movie, she replied with a reflexive, “what is it babe?”

“Are you trying to make me fatter?”

She quickly snapped her head from the screen toward him, giving him a look like she was caught taking cookies from the cookie jar. “What? What do you mean?” She nervously brought her legs up as she sort of curled up into a ball nervously. Before she could continue he placed a hand on her thigh lovingly, “it’s ok baby, I mean it’s pretty obvious. I did just eat a whole spaghetti dinner while you rubbed my belly the whole time.” She grew flushed and threw her head downward, unable to meet his gaze. “I just thought you enjoyed my cooking, that’s all.” He lovingly caressed her chin in his hand for a moment, before leaning forward to kiss her, purposefully thrusting his full gut unto her a bit. He felt her lip quiver a bit, as she closed her eyes. She let out a small moan as he pulled away, “you know, I’ve always enjoyed the idea of gaining weight, what if we really tried to make me grow though?” He was being blatant and bold now, as he watched a new found lust fill her eyes. “Are you sure? If you really want me to try, you may be surprised how big you get.” She bit her lip and grabbed a handful of his belly, giving it a hearty shake while she giggled at the thought of him twice his size. With more confidence than he had ever shown before, he simply smirked and with a sensual rasp simply said, “bring it on.”

And that’s how it began, from that night onward she started to really bake and cook for him, and when his lease ran out a couple months later, she offered him to move in with her. How could he refuse? “Hopefully you can fit out the door once my lease it up,” she teased on their first night living together, as she slide another brownie past his lips. He was approaching 400lbs by that point, and decided to wear his old gym attire, now woefully unable to contain his corpulence. He had noticed she was starting to develop a bit of a belly as well, as her desire to cook and feed him often led to her skipping more and more gym visits, as well as snacking more and more on the lavish treats she was making for him.

One day he noticed much more jiggle in her step as she cleaned up the apartment, marveling at how much fuller her figure was getting. “You keep growing sexier by the day,” he teased her between bites of his pizza. She looked back at him, giving him a nice wiggle of her ass to tease him back, “you know you love it, but we both know you got me beat. Pretty soon you’ll have the bigger tits in this apartment,” she teased back. “I sure hope so, would love to see the look on your face when I smother you with them,” he accentuated what he said by shoving an entire slice in his mouth. She couldn’t help it, she strut up to him and plopped herself down on his thigh. “Oof, be careful, your not as skinny as you used to be,” he playfully grabbed her new belly and slide his hand over her plumper backside. “She feigned a pout and grabbed his gut, “you still got me beat, piggy.” They giggled and shared a kiss, enjoying their growing forms.

That brought her to today, stepping off the scale. “198lbs,” she muttered to herself, as her belly let out a slight groan. She glanced in the mirror and took herself in. Her hips her quickly outgrowing her new yoga pants, as her ass was quickly becoming a shelf. It still maintained a good amount of its perkiness as she noticed a small back roll appearing above. She officially had love handles now, noticing a second pair beginning to form above them. Her gut was beginning to sag a bit, as her once perky tits were beginning to strain her old sports bra. She noticed how much fuller her face looked, and gave herself a wink, “you’re getting sexier everyday,” she thought to herself before exiting to the bedroom. Her engorged boyfriend was sleeping off breakfast, his gut slowly rising into the air as he snored. He had recently outgrown their scale, as their new one should be arriving any day now. He had grown so much everywhere, but her favorite place was his love handles. She loved burying her whole arm in them as she massaged his gut. He was so warm and soft everywhere. She couldn’t help but curl up in bed with him, trying to reach her arm around his entire girth. He slowly stirred awake, “oh hey babe, is it lunch time already? I’m starving,” she smirked at him, “did you just eat?”

He sleepily smiled back, “yes, but someone has started to eat into my meals,” he wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her close. She kissed him and said, “so what? Nowhere near as much as you, piggy,” she caressed his fat face and second chin. “But yes, I was about to make lunch, you’ll just have to be patient fatty,” she kissed him passionately before heading to the kitchen. “Try not to eat too much of it,” he teased as he slowly fell back asleep. “Oh haha, kiss my fat ass,” she teased back, adding a nice hip wiggle.

She was only halfway through a large chocolate cake, as she inhaled large mouthfuls face first and on all fours. She had become so much hornier as she had grown, and especially as her fiancé developed a more dominant sexual identity. He loved to tease her, fondle her growing chub, and make her walk around and cook in her old workout clothes, at least until they all ripped at the seams. She had revealed a new fantasy to him, which involved taking her from behind while she was forced to consume a whole cake face first like the pig she was. She got wet just explaining it to him, and she knew he was very into the idea. The only issue was his ability to physically do it. He has been rapidly approaching 600lbs and the newer chub decided to find space in his thighs and pubic area. And while this new chub drove her wild, especially since she had to really bury her face deep to find his manhood now, she new it could an issue.

She had made the cake, dressed in her sexiest and most I’ll fitting clothing, and made sure to show off for him. She loved showing off her growing body for him, pressing their chub together as she attempted to saddle his thigh like she used to all those months ago. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to sit on him and feed him anymore. Aside from her growing weight weighing down on him, she had trouble reach his mouth around both of their corpulent forms. She was happy to stand next to the bed to feed him, but she wanted nothing more than to be able to climb on him and ride his face one more time. Although, the realization she was far too heavy now to do it also turned her on immensely.

After she took her time to get him nice and worked up, even spelunking in his plush folds to use her mouth to get him nice and ready for her. Once he was up, she eagerly assumed the position while he placed the cake down in front of her. She tried to take a quick bite, but he quickly grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back, planting a kiss on her lips. He grabbed a handful of the cake and sensually shoved it all into her mouth, making her lick each of his fingers clean. “Restrain yourself a bit baby, start eating once I’m ready.” She bit her lip as he slid his hand over over plump back and ample ass, giving it a few hard smacks that drove her wild. He slid his fat hand between her thighs and started to tease her with his fingers, watching her shake and moan in need. With a heavy grunt he positioned himself behind her, lifting his heavy belly up and dropping it down heavily on her. She arched her back reflexively as she felt his fat spill forward unto her. He did his best to maneuver his fat pad into position, taking a few tries before she felt his fat member slowly slide into her, and stretch her out oh so perfectly. She couldn’t help it, she buried her face in the cake, moaning and grunting between bites as he slowly tried to find a rhythm that worked for him.

She had already cum a few times as she approached the end of the cake. Her stomach was stretched full and heavy below her, touching the bed each time he pounded hard into her. She could tell he was doing his best to hold out until she was done, but he was also getting very tired. He hasn’t had to stand for so long very often in recent months, and he had to continually wipe sweat from his brow as his pace slowed. As she shoved the last of the cake into her puffed cheeks, she began to lick the plate clean. She was so full, so turned on, and quickly approaching another orgasm. She heard him grunt as he thrusted hard a few times. It wasn’t long before she felt him swell inside her as he pumped a very generous load into her. She joined him, experiencing one of the best orgasms she ever had as she started to buck her hips back into him hard and needing. Once finished he pulled out of her and adjusted himself slowly to sick down unto the bed. He took a few moments to catch his breath, as she fingered herself a bit more before curling up behind him.

“I don’t….know if I…..will be able to……do this much longer,” he laughed to himself between grunts. She rubbed his back lovingly and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a nice satin of cake and frosting behind. He glanced at her with a smile, “you’re so cute when you’ve got cake all over your face.” She licked her lips a bit rubbed her own gut. “You’re gonna look so cute when you can’t fuck me like that anymore,” she retorted back. “I can’t wait til I have to ride you, at least until we both get too big.”

Her gut rumbled as she laid out all of the food on the table in front of the couch. She hadn’t eaten for a couple hours, and she was starting to feel the temptation to pig out. She knew to wait though, for her elephantine lover to make his way to her. She could hear his heavy, plodding footsteps as he waddled down the hallway. His belly let out an impressive growl as he started to huff and puff, she knew he smelled his favorite things.

“Smells good piglet, you better not have snuck any bites. I know how greedy you’ve gotten lately.” She simply blushed and looked down at her fuller figure.

She wasn’t always so soft, she used to be a gym rat, running miles every other day, weight training to give herself a firm yet curvy figure. She stayed in shape to attract the larger men she so desperately desired, but deep down she had always felt a ring of greed waiting to be let loose. When she had met him, she was easily a third his weight and over a foot shorter than him. She loved feeling so small next to him, especially as he grew, but she always wondered what it would feel like to be huge too. Six months into their relationship, she timidly revealed her desires to him, as he laid back, swollen from another tasty feast. “So you wanna see what it’s like to be a little piglet? I think we can work with that,” the way he said it left her weak and trembling in anticipation. From then on, they would share their meals, and when he noticed she was slowing down, he would find ways to keep her going. Sometimes it was simple teasing words of encouragement, other times it took more sensual measures often resulting in him sliding his fat fingers between her thighs as he made her chug soda. If she was really struggling, he would resort to more forceful measure, but the result was always the same: he would make her stuff herself, then watch her sluggishly cater and feed to his every whim as she nursed her full and growing gut.

The lingerie she bought to show off for him early in their relationship slowly, but surely started to become snug and restrictive, but he made her force her burgeoning chub into it. He was eager to reach the day it started to rip or snap under the pressure of her gut. There were still expectations of her though, as they both enjoyed the contrast in their figures. However much she ate, he was determined to outdo her threefold. It started to become sort of a competition for him, and this new invigoration for hedonism quickly improved his gains, as he quickly outgrew his old scale. She was also expected to continue in her duties of shopping, cooking, and cleaning around the house as he slept off the massive feasts he inhaled multiple times a day. He also enjoyed watching her slowly get winded as she started to develop a waddle while doing chores. Things that were a piece of cake for her before, usually resulted in her sweating and wheezing, as she took more and more breaks between chores to catch her breath.

This endless cycle of corpulence left them both hungry, horny, and eager to outdo themselves, and tonight’s feast would not be any different. As he reached the couch, taking a moment to catch his breath, he lovingly embraced her as best he could, making sure to pinch and shake any new flab he could reach. “Getting pretty chubby there piglet… actually, the way these udders are growing, I may have to start calling you my cow,” he said as he playfully massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples as he did. The tight button up shirt she was wearing really accentuated how fat her breasts had grown, and her cleavage poured out the open buttons like bread dough rising. The first strained button couldn’t handle his manhandling as it popped off and hit him in his own breast, resulting in a surge of supple flesh that forced a sensual moan from her. “Damn cow, didn’t you just buy this a few months ago? I remember when it could actually cover this gut,” he grabbed her love handle and shook, giving it a few pats. “I have a new plan tonight piglet, why don’t you take a seat.”

She tentatively obliged as he waddled to the kitchen. He slowly lumbered back, holding a funnel and a gallon of shake. She bit her lip as he set it down on the table, and picked up the first pizza box. “We’re gonna see how well you do tonight, and hopefully, I won’t be forced to use that, no open up. I’m hungry and we gotta get you stuffed before I can eat.” He smirked at her as he forcefully shove the pizza in her mouth, forcing her to eat half of it in one big bite. Before she was finished swallowing, he shoved another big bite in. Her cheeks bulged with cheesy, meaty, greasy goodness as she was forced to eat the whole slice in 3 bites. The next slice went down much the same, and the next, and the next. After five slices were gone, he picked up a nearby 2L of cherry Pepsi, her favorite. He cracked it open and brought it to her lips, slowly tipping it up as he let the bubbly, sugary drink flow into her mouth. The room was filled with loud gulps and stifled moans as she tried to push the bottle away gently, not wanting to anger him. He simply ignored her as he made her finish half of it in one go. A pained moan was quickly followed by a loud belch as he pulled the bottle away. He lowered a hand on her gut, it was firm but he knew she had more room. He knew where to push to elicit more belches from her, as he brought another pizza slice to her lips.

All in all one and a half pizzas, half a tray of brownies, and 3/4 of a 2L disappeared into her, as she struggled to burp. She was sweating and moaning when he handed her the rest of the soda. “Drink,” he said forcefully, as she reluctantly grabbed it and closed her eyes. She was desperately trying to find the will to continue, when she felt him stick his hand between her thighs. A reflexive grunt was followed by another burp as he started to pleasure her with his burly and plump fingers. “Drink,” he said again, slightly angry as he stopped teasing her lips and slowly plunged into her. She reflexively tilted the bottle to her lips and slowly sipped away, slowly but surely finishing it all. She had never been this full before, as she emptied the bottle and tossed it to the floor. She cradled her gut as moans and burps forced their way out of her. Everytime his fingers plunged deep into her, she let out a loud belch as she screamed in ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back as she felt a massive orgasm approaching. Before it could envelop her every sense though, he pulled out of her, and sat down next to her. “You’ve had enough fun for now, I’m hungry,” he patted the visible space on his massive thigh, beckoning her.

She grunted and cradled her gut as she tried several times to stand. Her stomach was maxed out and moving made her feel slightly nauseous, but she knew what she had to do. She positioned herself on his thigh, her fattened thighs clenching against his as her clit slowly spanking into his fat. Her belly lightly pushed into his, as she slowly began to feed him. The food coma left her slow and braindead, as her every sense was focused on her throbbing clit and swollen gut. He placed his hand on her hip, occasionally reaching up to rub or smack her gut, eventually creeping down to her ass, as he traced the indentation the lingerie was making, as it struggled to not snap from the force of her swelling backside. They were only one pizza in when he felt her start to grind into his thigh, her cloudy mind unable to hold back anymore. Without warning he smacked her gut to snap her out of it, “stand up cow,” he said angrily. She reluctantly agreed and he soon stood up too. He motioned her to sit down where he had been, as he soon sat down on top of her, the weight of him on her gut causing her to moan in pain and ecstasy. “You can’t be trusted to feed me, so I gotta do it myself. And to be sure you don’t have all your fun without me, I’m gonna make sure you can’t play with yourself, I already know how wet and swollen you must be down there. Right cow? You need to cum badly, don’t you?” He simply heard a muffled moan in his back fat as he continued eating.

For nearly an hour this continued, as he occasionally would stand to let her breath a bit, before squashing her again. He would occasionally bounce in her, causing her overstuffed gut to feel like it may explode from the pressure. He could feel her burping into his back fat, occasionally biting into his rolls as she struggled to hold back her ever growing orgasm. As he neared the end of his feast, he was huffing and puffing between mouthfuls, occasionally wiggling his hips on her. He tried to stand up again, but felt his weight send him crashing back into her. This time she couldn’t hold back, as he felt her convulse and scream under him, he knew she just came. Her eyes rolled back and she let wave after wave of pleasure take her as he slowly got himself off of her. As she came back to, she noticed he had brought in the chair, as he forcefully but lovingly grabbed a handful of her hair. “You just can’t control yourself, can you?” She bit her lip and tried to beg for mercy with her eyes. He pulled her off the couch and sat her down in the chair. He grunted and burped and he slowly blinded her to it. She watched him slowly struggle to do this, these simple tasks making his bellow sweat from his brow. She was starting to get wet again. As he strapped the funnel to her head, he slowly lumbered out of view, only to return with her vibrator and duct tape. He slowly positioned the vibrator against her clit before taping it down and turning it on, she instantly clenched her hips and let the sensations flood her brain. As she quickly came again, he grabbed her by her hair again to get her attention. “Go ahead and cum as much as you want, since you can’t control yourself, go ahead and lose control.” He slowly raised the gallon jug with his other hand and began to slowly pour it into the funnel. She moaned and struggled, she knew she couldn’t handle anymore fattening food, but she didn’t have much choice. He held her head back and slowly poured, as her moans of pleasure became moans of pain and fear. She felt like she may actually burst and she continued to gulp down the fattening shake. A loud snap could be heard, as her underwear finally caved to the pressure. She lost count of how many orgasm she had, as her violent screams of ecstasy forced shake to spray from her cheeks between gulps, staining her growing double chin and swollen breasts. She felt like an actually water balloon, slowly growing and jiggling, as she watched him pour the rest in the funnel. Her stomach was red and she could tell she had new stretch marks forming. As he removed the funnel, more shake poured down her face, staining her shirt as the last of the buttons finally burst off.

He gave her gut a hearty smack as a wet belch escaped her lips. She never thought it was possible to be this full, as another orgasm took her, causing her swollen gut to bounce up and down violently. Finally and mercifully, he shut off the vibrator before removing it, as he released her binds, she quickly clutched her gut and moaned and she tried to rub and soothe it. He placed a firm grip on her gut and jostled it a bit, causing pained moans from her. “Well, did my cow learn her lesson?”

“Yes,” she replied timidly. “Funny, I didn’t think cows talked,” he jostled her gut again, forcing her to moo to appease him. “Louder!” He screamed, giving her gut a smack. She mooed even louder as he finally pulled away, looking down on his swollen, sexy, and beautiful little sub. “Take a minute to rest, but I’m still hungry, hopefully you have more food somewhere, if not, you better go get some.” He lowered himself to the couch and let out a hearty belch. “Oh and you better not fall asleep yet, watching you make a pig of yourself got me hard. You’re gonna have your work cut out for you once I’m done eating.” She stood up to go fetch some more food from the kitchen. She was sore, bloated, tired, and a mess, but she felt herself get wet again and she imagine what it would be like to ride him. How much bigger would they be a month from now? Two months? Six?

As she walks in the door, she can hear the bed creak under his weight from down the hall. He must have heard her pull up, and she can tell how hungry he is by how “fast” he’s getting up to greet her. They have been together a couple years now, and even though he was already pretty chucky when they met, he has absolutely ballooned under her care and service. His shyness and timidity early on in their relationship quickly dissolved, replaced by pure hedonism and a dire need to eat and grow. He quickly learned he got whatever his heart desires with her, and she made sure to do everything and more for him, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

She had started to set the pizza boxes and sweets on the table, making sure they were within reach of his customized, extra wide chair at the dining table. Suddenly she stifled a moan and hit her lip, as she could feel his plodding footsteps as he slowly waddled his way into view. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath and admire the spread she brought him, all of his favorite snacks and treats. “You’ve really…..outdone yourself….cutie-pie.” He growled between breaths, his voice deep and rich like a fine molasses. She squeezed her thighs together tightly and looked downward, feeling embarrassed and tingly at his compliment as her cheeks flushed red. He finally caught his breath enough to make his way to the table, but be fore he sat down he glanced toward her, even without his girl he would be a large and towering man compared to her. She looked up at him with puppy-like eyes, eager for instruction, he simply smirked and said, “go ahead a quick one, but no hands.”

Her smile beamed and a happy squeal escaped her lips as she kneel down before him. He rested his hand on your head, patting and tussling her hair as she lovingly began to kiss and shove her face into his hanging gut and plush thighs. He could both hear and feel the passion in her kisses, and could see the trampling in her thighs, he knew she was already close. He gently but firmly grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face deeply into his fat. She let out a muffled moan and began to slightly tremble under his firm grip. She was enjoying herself so much, he thought she might cum on the spot, so as his legs began to tire, he pulled her away and had her help him into his chair. As he got comfortable, he began to dig into anything and everything in arms reach. His cheeks swelled with food, as he inhaled whatever he could, stuffing his mouth faster than he could swallow, as breathing was no longer a priority to his food.

She kneeled down again next to him and admired the way he ate. She watched as he grunted his way through the first pizza in minutes, as he started to shove brownies into his mouth 2 at a time. His gut swelled and heaved as he gasped for air between mouthfuls of fattening treats, as she started to unconsciously rub her thighs together. He decided to pick up a nearby 2L of soda to chug, his loud gulps sending pulsating throbs of need through her body with each swallow. After finish half the bottle in one swig, he let out a room filling belch that sent her over the edge, as she crumbled to the floor a writhing mess. She let her orgasm flood her senses as she could hear him stop eating for a moment, she knew she was in trouble. She sheepishly composed herself as best she could and looked up, only to see him eating again as if nothing happened. She simply reassumed her kneeling position and watched him, nervous but increasingly aroused. As he neared his final pizza, she could see he was reaching a limit. As he leaned back for a moment he closed his eyes and simply said, “stand”.

She obediently obeyed and stood next to him. “Pick up the box,” he demanded as she quickly nodded. “Feed me,” was a simple but firm command as she opened the box with one hand and pulled out a slice. As she brought it to his mouth, she let out a little yip, as his strong and thick hand grabbed a handful of her plump ass. He began to massage, grab, and fondle her pert cheeks as he began to take small bites of the slice. She began to squirm under his touch but focused as best she could on feeding him. His hand began to wander, up to her stomach, to her sides, down to her hips, and eventually her thighs, as his hands began to hover around her inner thigh. Her eyes rolled back as he gently brushed against her, he could tell just how warm she was through her yoga pants, as his hand began to gently rub the wet spot from her previous orgasm. “You know how much I love making you cum cutie,” he grunted between bites, as she struggled not to buckle into his grasp. “So when you cum without me, and without permission, you know how sad that makes me,” his rubbing becoming firmer as he accentuated this point. She almost dropped the box on him as he did this, while she struggled not to cum yet again. “So I’ll tell you what, you keep feeding me that pizza, and I’ll keep playing with my favorite little gutslut, if you drop any of that food or cum without my permission, I’ll make sure you learn to follow instruction, understand?” She could barely even hear him through the pulsing she heard in her ears, as the need to cum overwhelmed her again. Without warning he pushed slightly into her, through her pants, as she crumble into him, pizza resting precariously on his swollen gut. “I said do you understand!?” He growled at her as she simply nodded, unable to form words. “Good, keep going,” he commanded as he began to pull down her pants. His bare fingers began to lightly and firmly brush back and forth against her moist lips, his thumb slowly teasing around her clit.

Half the pizza was gone as he grunted from his ever growing fullness, and she held back her animalistic moans and grunts. His was the hardest she ever had to concentrate in her life, as she felt any second she could be lost to orgasmic bliss. Her legs trembled and her thighs cramped from how tightly she gripped into his strong hand. On the last slice of pizza he finally plunged his fingers into her and she lost control. She crumbled down on top of his gut, as the box fell to the floor. The last slice rested against his moobs as she struggled to hold back her orgasm. Her writhing forced more belches out of his over stuffed gut, as he plunged in and out of her. She began to grunt like an animal in heat, as he commanded her to finish feeding him. With all her strength she brought the last slice to his lips. He was plunging so forcefully and firmly into her now, he was basically lifting her off her feet and more firmly unto his gut. Finally as the last bite filled his cheeks, he began to slow his fingering, and as he swallowed he simply grunted, “ten.”

She knew what that meant, and as “nine,” oozed from his mouth she started to grab handfuls of his lard to brace for what was coming…

“Eight” he started to rub in circles on her g-spot as his palm pushed into her clit

“Seven” she was barely coherent as all feeling left her legs.

“Six” he was wheezing and belching under her weight.

“Five” she started to convulse involuntarily.

“Four” he simply smirked at her, admiring how she melted under his command.

“Three” she began to hump against his palm.

“Two” she grabbed his rolls for dear life, and he paused for what felt like an eternity.

“One, cum.” That was all she needed as he plunged his fingers into her. She left reality as her eyes rolled back and her grunts turned into howls of pleasure. She came again, and again, and again. He continued to finger her throbbing and wet pussy as her juices began to coat his love handles and the chair. She tried to pull his hand away as she came again. She wasn’t sure how many times she came, but he kept going. “You like cumming so much … and without permission … then by all means … get your fill…” he wheezed out as wrapped his other hand around her neck. She made eye contact with him and tried to form words but all that came out was inhuman moans. She came again….and again….and again. When he was finally done he pulled out of her and slowly helped her slide into a writhing mess on the floor. Neither of them knew how many times she came, but he knew she was finally spent.

It took what felt like an eternity to come back to reality. Her whole body was still convulsing in pleasure, her head was cloudy and her pussy was hot and sore. She tried to get to her feet, but her legs shook under her weight. “You learn your lesson?” He asked, as another burp echoed in the room. She nodded sheepishly and bit her lip, her way of saying sorry. “Well get yourself together, you have to help me to bed, you still have to service me babygirl.” He smirked at her as she moaned again. Even despite the punishment her pussy took, she was already heating up again. She was sore, tired, weak, sweaty, and incoherent. She was just used like a fucktoy for this behemoth of a man, as she fed him a meal that would feed a small party. As she helped him to his feet he patted her on her head and she leaned upwards to kiss him on the lips.

Video update so you guys can witness just how huge I’ve gotten over the last couple of months… Don’t be too hard on me, I know I really let myself go 😅

Starting to look -really- different :000

You ready for a weight gain story? So I got a magic bullet about 2 weeks ago so I can really start drinking gaining shakes. Wanna know how that’s going? This was 2 weeks ago

This was yesterday…

You ready for a weight gain story? So I got a magic bullet about 2 weeks ago so I can really start drinking gaining shakes. Wanna know how that’s going? This was 2 weeks ago

This was yesterday…