(SSBBW, WG, Feeding, Stuffing, Sex)
Carl sat in the living room on the chair across from the couch, where Amber’s butt had already flattened the cushion, and he still couldn’t quite believe his luck. His heart was pounding fast and wildly as he stared at the closed bedroom door. The last few hours felt like a dream come true. Ever since his early youth, he had harbored a deep, secret fondness for extremely overweight women—for soft, heavy, overflowing bodies that were simply bursting with fullness and femininity. Immense tree-trunk thighs and massive, undulating buttocks had always fascinated him in particular. The way these completely disproportionate masses of fat wobbled around, causing every inch of the female body to vibrate along with them. Not just to see such a wonderful treasure, but to actually touch it and feel its softness, to let his fingers glide over cellulite, to sink his hands deep into fat pads, and to kiss gentle, stretched skin—that was what Carl dreamed of. Until now, unfortunately, this had always remained just a fantasy, satisfied only by secret videos, stories, and images from the internet, interrupted by occasional glimpses of voluptuous, fat beauties that Carl spotted in public. He never would have thought that he would actually meet a young woman like Amber. A confident, cheerful, and yet absolutely monumentally fat beauty who not only flirted with him but actively teased and turned him on with her massive figure. The way she let her belly jiggle in front of him, how she spoke openly about her enormous appetite and teased him with it—that was more than he had ever hoped for. Carl wiped his sweaty hands on his thighs and tried to stay calm.
The bedroom door finally opened again. Amber came out and Carl’s breath caught in his throat immediately. She was now wearing a black crop top that was far too tight, barely holding her massive breasts together and leaving her soft upper arms exposed. The fat dangled heavily from her pillow-like upper arms. She wore extremely short and tight fabric shorts that barely covered the upper thirds of her massive thighs. Her body bulged out everywhere, like constricted dough. Thick rolls of fat pressed soft and lush over the tight waistband of the shorts, forming juicy, yielding bulges. Amber’s legs were particularly impressive—true pillars of soft fat stacked one on top of the other, trembling with every step—and her huge ass, which jutted monstrously backward and jiggled violently with every movement. Numerous silvery stretch marks stood out on her exposed, round upper abdomen, clear evidence of her rapid and massive weight gain. Squeezed into the skin-tight shorts, her sluggish, sagging lower abdomen struggled for space.
“I’ll be right with you,” cooed the incredibly fat sex bomb, waddling into what Carls assumed was the door to her kitchen. This gave him a magnificent view of Amber’s unbelievably expansive rear, which made the poor shorts almost completely disappear between her massive buttocks. Sweet rolls of back fat piled up above them and cheekily pushed over the tight waistband of the shorts. Like a waterbed, the cheeks of the fat pear undulated up and down with each of her tiny steps. Shortly thereafter, the young woman returned to the living room, holding two large glasses of Coke with ice cubes, which she carefully set down on the small coffee table.
“Well, now it’s much cozier. And first, a little refreshment,” she said with an innocent smile, but her blue eyes behind her glasses were watching very closely to see what effect this new, impossibly skimpy outfit had on Carl. She let herself sink heavily onto the couch. Her massive ass spread out wide immediately, the cheeks bulging out on both sides and instantly taking up a large portion of the seat. Amber was truly a hot sight with all that overflowing fat, which didn’t know where to go and flooded every seat she occupied. Partly resting on it and also hanging down a bit in between, the fat woman’s belly rested, heavy and sluggish, on her wide thighs.
She took a big, satisfied sip of the chilled Coke, and Carl sipped from his glass too, without taking his eyes off the swelling, sexy mounds of fat in front of him for even a second.
Amber set the glass down and slowly stroked her bare, soft upper belly with both hands.
“You know, I’ve always been pretty fat. Even as a little girl. For a long time, I tried to hide it or fight it. But at some point, I decided to love my body just the way it is—soft, heavy, and round. And then I started, more or less, to gain weight on purpose. At least I found it beautiful how my body changed as it got heavier and heavier. It just feels incredibly good. That feeling of getting fuller and softer all the time.”
She sighed dramatically. “The only thing I’ve always been missing was someone who likes it just as much as I do. Unfortunately, men like that are damn hard to find.”
She playfully wiggled her fat belly back and forth, letting the soft mass sway and roll before Carl’s eyes.
“Look how much weight I’ve gained lately. Sure, we haven’t known each other that long, but I’ll tell you, a year ago I looked completely different. It’s happening faster and faster. A few more pounds every month. The walk from the bus stop to here is getting more exhausting week by week. I’m really glad you’re planning to get a car soon. But maybe I should cut back on the food a bit after all, otherwise I’ll barely be able to walk properly at some point…” She looked him straight in the eye, her voice growing a little more seductive. “Imagine if I became really immobile. So fat that I get stuck everywhere or even get trapped. In narrow doorways, on the bus, when trying to sit down. You’ve already seen and felt a few times how impractical buses like that are for someone with my figure. Wouldn’t that be pretty extreme?”
Carl swallowed hard. He tried to answer as neutrally and calmly as possible, but his voice sounded hoarse and his arousal was clearly visible. “That… sounds really wild. But if it makes you happy and you feel comfortable with it… then I guess everything’s fine.”
Amber smiled contentedly. She’d basically gotten the answer she wanted to hear.
“It’s already really tight in my shower. I have to squeeze in sideways, and my butt really pushes the plastic out. Soon I might not even fit through the shower door anymore.” She laughed softly and watched as Carl blushed and shifted restlessly back and forth in his chair.
Just then, the doorbell rang. The food had arrived. Carl had only added a small pizza for himself when he’d used Amber’s phone to pay—the rest was entirely for the sweet, chubby, hungry pear. Three huge servings of creamy pasta with extra cheese and cream sauce, a large 28-centimeter pepperoni pizza, a 20-centimeter Margherita, a large salad, crispy garlic rolls, and two servings of tiramisu. Amber immediately dug in with great appetite. She ate quickly, yet with relish and completely without restraint. She wound pasta onto her fork in a flash and shoved it into her ceaselessly chewing mouth, bit off large pieces of the pizza, and devoured them with obvious pleasure. In doing so, she put on quite a show for Carl. She moaned softly with pleasure, leaned back now and then, rubbed her belly, and then took the next big bite right away.
“Mmm… that’s exactly what I needed right now,” she murmured happily between two big spoonfuls of pasta. Her upper abdomen was becoming visibly rounder and firmer, pressing harder and harder against the tight waistband of her shorts. The soft skin visibly stretched as new calories flowed into her already voluptuous figure. Carl could hardly look away. He watched, fascinated, as Amber’s midsection grew plumper with every bite, as she swallowed with relish and repeatedly stroked her growing belly.
After a good half hour, Amber leaned back, breathing heavily. Her face was slightly flushed. “Phew… I’m so full. I think I’m about to burst. That was really a lot.” With a satisfied groan, she pulled the waistband of her shorts way down and let her massive, stuffed belly spill out freely. Like a tidal wave of fat, the huge, sagging belly spilled over and between her tree-trunk thighs, which she spread wide. At the top sat her swollen stomach, stuffed to the brim, bulging the belly fat as if the young woman had swallowed a basketball.
“That was really an impressive amount,” Carl said appreciatively and openly aroused, sliding closer to her.
“And all of that will soon turn into even more fat,” Amber replied with a seductive smile. “All those calories… they go straight into new rolls on my hips, make my thighs even thicker, and my belly even bigger and heavier. Do you like the thought that I’ll be a little fatter again tomorrow because of this food?”
Carl nodded, his hands trembling slightly with excitement as he carefully placed them on her warm, plump belly. Finally, this touch he’d been dreaming of his whole life. Incredible joy surged through every cell of his body. He began to gently massage the firm, full sphere. His fingers sank deep into the soft, yielding fat. A delightful blend of buttery-soft femininity and the well-fed sphere of her stomach beneath. Amber sighed contentedly and leaned back further, savoring every touch.
“Just like that… that feels wonderful,” she whispered. “Keep going.”
Carl followed his instinct and grabbed a spoon for the tiramisu while massaging Amber’s protruding belly. He held the spoon to her full lips, watching as she ate with relish, as her tongue ran over the spoon, and as her belly bulged just a little more with every bite. The erotic tension in the room rose noticeably. Both were breathing heavier and more lustfully, though the fat woman was now gasping for air, likely also because of her stomach, which felt like it was about to burst. Amber clearly enjoyed how much all of this aroused him, and it made her even hotter herself.
“I’ve never been this full before,” she murmured, slowly stroking her hard, full belly as the entire dessert finally disappeared into her stomach. “And yet I could keep going if you keep spoiling me. Imagine how much fatter I’ll get over the next few weeks and months if you feed me this often and in this way.”
Carl was torn between his shyness and the pure lust he felt. He didn’t know exactly how far he was allowed to go. Amber noticed his uncertainty and took the initiative. She gently pulled him toward her on the couch, kissed him passionately, and whispered directly into his ear: “You can do anything with me, Carl. Really anything. I want this more than anything else in the world right now. By the way, you’re a really good feeder, you know that?”
With a fluid motion, she pulled up her tight spaghetti-strap top, exposing her huge, heavy breasts. The young man was now half-hanging over her, feeling all her fat against his body. In that half-standing position, his erection was now unmistakable. Carl reached out immediately, kneading the warm, soft flesh with both hands. The two kissed wildly and greedily. With now unbridled lust, he fondled, kneaded, and kissed every roll and every fold of fat on the plump young woman that he could reach. What followed was an intense, passionate, and very physical act. Amber was thrilled by Carl’s devotion, his stamina, and his attention to her voluptuous body. She experienced an orgasm that made her entire, heavy body tremble and shake—more intense, longer, and more overwhelming than ever before in her life.
In the weeks that followed, such encounters took place almost daily. Their shared bus rides remained their intimate, exciting ritual, full of closeness and secret flirting. At home, they ordered ever-larger quantities of food. Carl fed Amber lavishly, massaged her ever-growing belly, and they spent long, passionate nights together.
Amber was overjoyed with Carl during this time. She felt completely desired, understood, and encouraged to follow exactly the path she desired: to become ever larger, ever softer, and ever heavier. She was constantly stuffing herself or being fattened up by her new, passionate feeder. And the results weren’t long in coming; Amber continued to expand in width at an even more extreme rate.
A few weeks later, Amber stood naked on the scale in the bathroom. In that short time, she had gained significantly more weight than before. All her clothes had become extremely tight or no longer fit at all. Even the ones she had previously considered loose and modest had shrunk into skin-tight rags. Her belly hung lower and further down, had become rounder and significantly heavier. Fresh stretch marks covered her entire sagging belly. Her breasts were fuller and hung lower, her butt jutted out even further, and her thighs had become so massive that they rubbed against each other much more when she walked. Every single step now required noticeably more effort.
She tried to look past her massive fat belly and saw that the digital scale now only displayed “Error.” She had indeed become too heavy; she needed a new one. A broad, proud, and deeply aroused smile spread across her face. With both hands, she lifted her monstrous belly slightly, felt its enormous weight, and thought contentedly: This is just the beginning of a damn fattening time with Carl.