(SSBBW, WG, Feeding, Stuffing, Sex, Tight Squeeze)
Amber and Carl had been a couple for almost four months now, and to both of them, it felt as though fate had given them the perfect match for each other. Of course, there was more to a relationship than just the sexual aspect, but this one aspect of the feeder-feedee dynamic bound the two young people so deeply and tightly that they could hardly believe it. Amber often thought about how glad she was that she’d squeezed her massive ass through the aisle on that very bus, on that very day, and then—of all people—sat down right next to Carl.
They spent their days at college together as often as possible—they attended overlapping lectures, exchanged notes, and flirted secretly during breaks. Well, it wasn’t really secret, and one might wonder why two people in love weren’t just being completely natural. But when Carl surreptitiously grabbed one of Amber’s rolls of fat, or slid his hand under her top in broad daylight after a sumptuous meal to feel her plump, stuffed belly, the two of them already had the feeling they were doing something wicked and forbidden—something best kept hidden from the eyes of other students or passersby in the city. This feeling only made it even hotter for both of them when Amber waddled through town with her feeder or when he fed her in a restaurant or fast-food joint. In addition, the couple still enjoyed every bus ride they took together; even though they could hardly keep their hands off each other at any time of day anyway, sitting so close together—just like when they first met—was something particularly beautiful and sensual. In the evenings, they usually ended up at one of their two apartments. Sometimes Carl would cook for her in his small student pad, and other times they’d meet at Amber’s, where they’d often order takeout—and it usually ended with the young feeder spoiling his object of desire—who was naked and begging for more with a sultry gaze—with vast amounts of food and then giving her a thorough going-over.
During the time they’d now spent as a couple, Amber had literally exploded. Her already massive excess weight at the start of their relationship had since ballooned to a whopping 234 kilos—at least that’s what the new, extra-sturdy scale showed, which Amber had gone out of her way to buy after the old one had given up the ghost. Her body had become a true celebration of fullness, femininity, and abundance. Her flabby, sagging belly—which was growing ever larger and more sluggish—was, with its sheer mass and prominent stretch marks, perfect proof of the young woman’s gluttony and her lover’s regular overfeeding. Her pear-shaped figure was also extremely pronounced: relatively soft shoulders, voluptuous, sagging breasts resting heavily on a massive upper abdomen, and below that, an explosion of hips, butt, and thighs that immediately dominated any room Amber entered. Her sagging belly now extended well past the middle of her thighs, almost completely covering her pubic area, and swayed with every step like a heavy, warm sack full of pudding. Her hips were almost exactly twice as wide as Amber’s soft shoulders, and her ass had become two colossal, cellulite-riddled cushions that jiggled and slapped hypnotically with every waddle. It had been almost unthinkable that those monstrous cheeks could swell any further, but the more Carl stuffed into his beloved, the more massive and wider her ass became. Her thighs touched all the way down to her knees, which were buried under rolls of fat, and thick rolls of fat piled up on her sides. Fresh stretch marks adorned not only her belly but her entire lower abdomen as well, silvery and shiny against her soft, warm skin. The best part of it all, of course, was that Amber just kept getting fatter and fatter, and everything about her kept getting bigger, wider, and heavier.
They both simply loved it beyond measure. Amber would stand naked in front of her large mirror for hours, running her chubby hands over every roll, lifting her belly, letting it fall, and enjoying the heavy slap.
“Just look at me,” she would often whisper to Carl when he stood next to or behind her, his hands exploring her massive body and gentle kisses touching her delicate neck.
“I’m getting fatter and fatter for you.” Carl couldn’t get enough.
“For both of us, my darling,” he whispered back, and their lips met as Amber turned her head toward him and pressed his hands firmly into the soft, yielding fat of her breasts. He loved sinking his hands deep into her soft fat, kneading her mounds, massaging her belly and breasts while she moaned and pressed herself against him. Feeding her had become their favorite ritual. Day after day, he stuffed her full until she lay there panting and plump, her belly hard and round like a drum, and then they made love slowly and intensely.
On this sunny afternoon, they’d once again had a long day at college. Carl had parked his new car—a spacious station wagon he’d chosen specifically for Amber—in the campus parking lot.
“Come on, I’ll drive you home,” he said with a grin, holding the passenger door open for her. Amber waddled toward him, her massive body in constant motion. The tight leggings she was wearing stretched menacingly across her thighs, and her long shirt kept riding up, exposing her lower abdomen, which jiggled with every step. She knew what was about to happen and found it at least as sexy as Carl did. She hadn’t realized before just how much space her body took up, but now it turned her on.
Getting in was an event in itself. Amber turned sideways, first squeezing her monstrous butt into the seat. Her massive buttocks spread out, spilling over the edge of the seat and hanging well past the gearshift. Carl had to push the seat all the way back, but even then her right hip and one buttock pressed against the gearshift knob and the parking brake. Her belly, still full from lunch in the cafeteria, rested heavily on her thighs and reached almost all the way to the glove compartment up front. The door could only be closed with a lot of force, and once it was shut, it pressed against Amber’s massive hips.
“Phew… it’s really tight,” Amber gasped, but her blue eyes sparkled with excitement behind her glasses. She wiggled her hips tentatively, causing the whole car to sway slightly. Her ass pressed even tighter against Carl, who was sitting in the driver’s seat and was visibly getting hard. “Can you feel that? My fat ass is taking up all the space.”
Carl placed a hand on her thigh, which yielded warmly and yieldingly under his touch. “That’s so damn hot. You’re filling up the whole car.”
He started the engine and pulled away. As they drove, Amber slid a little closer to him with every turn, her fat rolling over the center console and pressing against his arm. She grinned and placed her hand on his lap. With every gear shift, Carl felt his girlfriend’s butter-soft fat, encased in her leggings.
“I promise you, I’m only going to get fatter, Carl. Much fatter. But you have to promise me that I’ll never be too fat for you. No matter how wide my hips get, no matter how heavy my ass gets, and no matter how low my belly sags.”
Carl looked at her briefly and smiled happily. “I promise. I want you exactly like this—always bigger, always softer, always heavier. You’re perfect for me. I hope I can keep driving you around here in the car for a while longer, but I definitely plan to make you so damn fat that eventually you won’t fit in it anymore.”
Amber beamed and pressed her hips even tighter against him.
“I’m already looking forward to it. It won’t take long with such a hot, sick feeder.”
She stuck out her tongue and gave him a cheeky look from behind her glasses.
In recent weeks, however, the challenges of everyday life had become noticeably greater for Amber. Nothing that would have really made her want to quit—some things even turned her on sexually. Still, certain things had become a bit annoying and exhausting. Chairs at the university had become torture. Regular seats with armrests no longer fit—her hips bulged out so far that they pushed the armrests outward or she couldn’t even squeeze between them in the first place. Amber often took up two seats, which sometimes earned her disapproving glances—but she ignored them with a confident smile.
“The world has to adapt to me, not the other way around,” she’d say to Carl in situations like that. Walking was also becoming increasingly exhausting. Her waddling gait was wide and sedate, and her butt swayed heavily up and down. Sometimes the sheer swaying mass of her belly, buttocks, and hips would throw her completely off balance. After just a few hundred meters, Amber was already panting, beads of sweat on her forehead. Despite this—or perhaps because of it—she ate more than ever. Carl brought her snacks between lectures, stuffed her full in the cafeteria, and in the evenings they ordered mountains of food. Amber became increasingly lethargic, spending hours on the couch or in bed, letting herself be fed and pampered, while her body grew inexorably.
A visit to Amber’s came back to her mind—after the fat woman had really turned on her lover and feeder with some pictures of her belly that she’d sent him on his cell phone.
While waiting for Carl—after he’d texted that he had to drive over right away to fatten her up and make love to her—Amber spent her time simply gazing at herself in the mirror. She lifted her belly with both hands, let it fall, and watched it sway. The stretch marks glistened, and the rolls on her hips piled up, soft and inviting. Her ass jutted far back—two huge, soft spheres that trembled at the slightest movement. Amber turned, posed, and kneaded her own fat-filled breasts, imagining how Carl would soon have his hands all over her.
When the doorbell finally rang, Amber waddled over as fast as she could. Her whole body began to sway—breasts, belly, ass—everything jiggled in an incredibly sexy rhythm. She opened the door, hiding slightly behind the frame so that only her head was visible, because she was completely naked and her neighbors could certainly do without that sight. Carl stood there with two large bags full of food. As soon as he stepped inside, his gaze immediately slid greedily over her body.
“You look… incredible,” he whispered and kissed her passionately. He set the bags down on the table. Amber immediately pulled him toward the couch, sat down, and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her belly lay heavily between them.
“Feed me first,” she breathed. “And then show me how much you love my huge fat belly.”
Carl opened the bags. The smell of burgers, fries, and fried chicken filled the room. He sat down next to her, as close as possible, and held out the first Big Mac to her. Amber bit into it greedily, moaning with pleasure, while Carl stroked her belly with his free hand. Bite by bite, he stuffed her, wiped sauce from her lips, and massaged the ever-swelling bulge of her stomach.
Between bites, they kissed, and his hands sank into her fat.
“You’re getting even fatter,” he murmured between two kisses. “And I’m going to help you with that. Every day.”
Amber nodded, still chewing, her eyes shining. “That’s good.”
The meal went on for a long time. Three Big Macs, huge portions of fries, nuggets, the milkshakes—everything disappeared into Amber’s insatiable stomach. Her belly grew hard and round, taut beneath her skin. When the last McFlurry was finished, she leaned back, panting and stuffed to the brim.
Carl knelt in front of her, kissed her plump belly, and kneaded her love handles. Passionate sex followed, and afterward they lay tightly entwined and exhausted in Amber’s big bed.
Amber was something very special, and she was on a journey to become even more beautiful and fat, and Carl would accompany her on that journey—every heavy, wobbly step of the way.
She thought about things like that during today’s drive, just as she did in every spare minute on every other day. The young woman loved what was happening to her body, and she loved experiencing it together with Carl.
Once she got home, Amber undressed immediately. Carl had said goodbye with a long kiss and driven on to his own apartment. She always loved waddling through the apartment naked or nearly naked. Just a huge, extra-loose pair of panties that barely covered her massive hips and the base of her butt. Amber’s belly hung freely, heavy and warm, her breasts swaying with every step. She walked down the hallway into the living room.
As she stepped through, she suddenly felt it: her hips were clearly rubbing against the doorframe. Not just a light brush like before—there was noticeable resistance, soft fat pressing against the wood on both sides. Amber stopped, turned slightly to the side to test it, and squeezed through. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine.
“Oh fuck… that’s so hot,” she murmured excitedly, running both hands over her wide hips. The rolls on the sides had gotten even thicker. She turned back to face forward and tried again—once more that erotic rubbing, that gentle squeezing. Her breathing quickened. She was thrilled. Her body was growing exactly the way she wanted it to. For quite some time, she’d been subconsciously turning herself just enough to fit through the door, but today, for the first time, she felt just how incredibly fat and wide her hips had actually become.
She immediately reached for her cell phone, which was lying on the coffee table, and texted Carl, even though he’d left just ten minutes ago.
“Baby, you won’t believe what just happened. I walked through the living room door naked—wearing just those big panties—and my hips rubbed against the doorframe! I could really feel it. I had to turn sideways. I’m getting so fucking wide…”
Amber grinned widely, put her phone away, hoping he’d read it quickly, and let herself fall heavily onto her couch. The piece of furniture groaned loudly under her 234 Kilo. Her monstrous ass spread wide to the sides. She slowly ran her hand over it, enjoying the warmth and firmness from today’s meal. Soon Carl would be back here, or she’d be at his place. Her feeder would feed her, touch her, love her. And then she’d be a little heavier, a little fatter, and above all, a little wider still. With Carl by her side, she’d get much, much fatter.