Did anyone manage to save some of my disgusting stories about boys fattening their mothers into obesity from before the great purge?

I didn’t but I hope someone did-

http://bbw-chan.net/elite/res/2422.html
(Concerned About Mom)
https://web.archive.org/web/20161107062814/http://vi-test.bbw-chan.net/elite/res/1083.html
And here's the rest, just use the Wayback machine.
I wonder if we should have people post writing prompt ideas. Nobody is obligated to actually deliver but it might be a nice source of inspiration for someone trying to think of an idea and get the creative juices flowing.

I think there’s already a request thread on this board. Maybe see if the OP is willing to cater, or anyone else who’s put themselves out for requests-

Before we forget, here was the Magnum Opus of the last site. The Magic Ring Story:

https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/41505-mom-and-the-magic-ring-ssbhm-ssbbw/

Thanks, here is the pdf link too:

https://mega.nz/#!JBdATAAD!XHUjX8yIbpD6mMCuVUJksTBLbTltN9_ljaw2tzHCr1w

>>60
Thanks again for this man, shit was seriously amazing and well worth the wait.

What are some good sister/sister stories or Mother/Daughter stories?

>>60
yeah man, what you did was huge. would've taken a lot if time and effort. well done!

>>97
i've got that brother / sister story i've been writing forever. gotta try and finish that at some point...

>>106
Please finish it! Sounds like an awesome story

Honestly Im wondering if maybe someone should start a discord since a lot of stories tend to get wiped out.
Plus, this specific fetish is so rare it would be nice to be able to occasionally brainstorm, look for muses, etc.

>>153
i mean i wouldn't be against that idea at all, i'm a fiend for and family / feederism content no matter how obscure.

but i think the content would be so far and few between that the server would die pretty quickly.

Any good sisxsis or brother x sis?

Anyone manage to save "Long Live the King" from before the purge? Looks like you can see bits of Part 2 on wayback machine but I liked where that story was going...

hey sickos,

so i know i've been promising my magnum opus - a gigantic saga about a brother and sister - for almost a year now, but i'm actually getting pretty close to finishing it.

i had a question though, what's the best way to post it? it's much much longer than anything else i've ever done and wouldn't really fit here. it's currently 30 pages and 20,000 words.

cheers pervs

>>179
Deviantart might be a good place. Other sites like Curvage or Furaffinity could also work.

>>179
Damn that's awesome! Super excited to read it!

You could also make it a PDF and host it on MEGA/something else (like Vigilante did earlier this thread)

https://www.deviantart.com/toomuch2soon/art/Mother-Knows-Best-Preview-833577898

Just posted this. Let me know what you think and if I should continue it.

>>276
great start, please continue!

Whatever happened to the guy who was working on Magical Ring From Ancient Times?

https://web.archive.org/web/20191204123326/https://writingbackup.000webhostapp.com/1957024-Magic-ring-from-ancient-times.html

He finished it, the link to the complete story is near the top.

Indeed, and I’m currently about half way through a large and sprawling text adventure story (using Quest) about two sisters. Less incestuous than the magic ring story but lots of gratuitous familial fattening. On and off since 2017, and will be some time to finish, but I will at some point.

>>293
Have yo uconsidered posting it on Weight Gaming?

(Title: Daddy's Little Fatty)

(Link: https://web.archive.org/web/20200208194415/https://writingbackup.000webhostapp.com/2082024-Daddys-Little-Fatty.html )

(Note: Might not be everyone's cup of tea given the age of some of the characters involved.)

>>51
those links dont work for me, do you have a pastebin?

Welp, I'm back after a while. Will get back to work on the King story but until then, here's a prompt that I was inspired by the idiotic spring breakers in these troubled times:

> Be me
> Have older and younger sister, 26 and 20 respectively.
> Be middle child so no one pays me much attention
> One day, annoying lil sis goes through my computer
> Finds weight gain porn
> Ffw a few years, she and big sis have packed on some weight
> MoralityKicksIn.jpg
> Decide against better judgement to fly to the huge Spring Break party in Miami
> Mfw shit is actually pretty fun
> Mfw sisters flew out to and found me
> Pic related

And there's that.

And the image didnt pop up. Fuck. Here it is

Look what got suggest to me on pornhub:

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e726b961074c

looks like the full length story is here:

https://gumroad.com/l/uCAzC

Anyone got and/or seen any new mother/son degeneracy? I've been craving some fresh taboo gainer stories lately to read.

> Some weeks had passed, the Young King’s birthday was fast approaching. He nervously gulped, as he more preoccupied when sitting at the breakfast table. Watching in awe as his mother, now fatter than ever and taking up two stools, tore into not one but two chickens!

> “Mother…” the Young King stated. “Don’t you think you should, um, slow down perhaps?”

> His words fell on deaf ears, his mother reaching for a goblet, her fifth goblet the Young King noted, of mead.

> She had to have weighed as much as a cow. The poor royal tailor seemed to have been making larger and larger clothing for her almost every other day. He realized that she most likely wanted to wed him. But could he truly see his own mother as a loving partner?

> He sighed and got up, his own breakfast spoiled.
> His boots made no sound as each step was cushioned by fashionable rugs. He almost wanted to go and train with his sword, his ACTUAL sword that was gifted to him by his Uncle if not for the fact he knew the Quartermaster wouldn’t want him to get carried away.

> He began remembering his former consort, envious at the fact another man was now having his way with her massive, lusciou-
> The Young King smacked himself. He was aroused, that much was certain. He knew he couldn’t think straight, especially as his mother was most likely still embracing her inner glutton on course after course of food.

> Then, the Young King had an idea. He must have a Queen, that much is certain. And while his mother was currently plaguing his thoughts, maybe a slightly smaller woman; one with looser morals could help him, “alleviate” some of the tension he was having with his own desires of flesh.

> With that, he dressed in his most modest attire and made his way into the outer town of his castle. A consort he may not have, but a whore he could find a plenty…


> She ate without abandon, her gut painfully full, yet she realized she was aroused by the pain. She heard her son’s concerns, and the fact he cared made her WET with anticipation. She played back the time she partook of her son’s manhood, how it felt in her mouth.

> She finished more mead, groaning that once again she would need more. More, yes.

> A hand went and massaged her bosom, her hand; before moving down. Caressing her rolls, before finally finding a tear in her gown, one close to her thighs. Yes, she would indeed need more...

>>422

Excellent stuff dude!

I remember reading a comic with a similar plot, but seeing it fleshed out (no pun intended) into a full blown story would be cool
>Fat older sister and younger brother hang out often
>Younger brother starts to develop a fascination for her blubbery body as a result of her roughhousing/wrestling with him
>Gropes and squeezes her under the guise of "just playing around"
>Even goes so far as to fuck her belly/rolls whenever she's in bed at night
>She's too embarrassed to say/do anything about it
>After a while she loses the weight and gets relatively fit
>They both grow up and go their separate ways
>Eventually they meet back up
>Brother confesses that he wants her to get fat again for his pleasure
>She's shocked and annoyed at first, but she can't deny that having her belly toyed with felt kind of good
from there, you can probably guess what happens

>>437
I remember that one, specifically the line "I screwed him up for life."

Sadly, the comic was never continued. She lost all the weight, and the brother confessed that belly-zuri wasn't the same with his ssbbw gf to the sister.

The sister seemed contemplative but we never saw a conclusion.

>>445
It'd be fun to see a story where she gets fattened up again. She'd have to deal with the embarrassment of letting her brother fuck her belly while trying to deal with how good it feels

>>437
here it is, i too was a huge fan

>>464

>>465
and that's it. author never finished it. i asked him on tumblr once and he said he was done with it.

also i just found this story

https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/24259-in-moms-footsteps/

>>467
That was pretty good and the ending was slightly wholesome in a perverted way.
My only wish is that she got up to the very least 500 but close to 400 is fine.

EVERYONE ON THIS THREAD DESERVES AN EXTERMINATUS.

any mother daughter stories ?

>>475
Implying Slaanesh won't certainly save our degenerate asses...

The warhammer thread is over here.
https://bbw-chan.nl/elite/res/10.html

> The whore house was abundant with life. Men and women laughing and flirting as the harlots and whores gallivanted along to and fro.
> The Young King wore a traveler’s cloak, knowing his “reputation” as being a bit of a deviant wouldn’t be helped if he was seen in a place like this. Looking around, he noticed that there were a few more, rounded, whores here and there. Yet none that could be considered even remotely attractive to him.
> “Well, well, hello again handsome~” A sing-song-like voice came from behind him.
> It was just the person he was hoping to find.
> Corypha was a darker skinned woman from a faraway land. She was the owner of the brothel; and considering her swaying size for good reason. Every doorway was enlarged to accompany her massive, child bearing hips. And her breasts were easily larger than all but the biggest of men’s heads.
> Her wavy black hair was complemented by her piercing green eyes, and her belly, though the smallest of her attributes, folded beautifully into two very enticing rolls that one could grip.
> Yet, it was her mountainous ass that was her prized possession. To say she could smother men was an understatement. For any who were caught under her cushion of flesh would find nothing but her own heavy beauty to worship.
> She wore nothing but a small cloth that seemed to be partially trapped beneath her belly and thighs.
> She was always the King’s favorite, for despite looking so young she was in her early 50s and quite experienced.
> “Hello again, it’s been a while Corypha.” He said, walking towards her.
> The two embraced, the King getting a nice handful of cellulite that made her giggle as they parted.
> “So, what brings you my way once more? Last I checked you had a consort who was nearly the size of a cow, if not bigger. Surely you aren’t attracted to, ‘skinnier’, women now, are you?”
> “Nothing of the sort. Sadly, my consort and I can no longer be together as she was wed not too long ago. And let us just say the stress of my new,” the King took a second to make sure no one besides Corypha recognized him, “occupation, is getting to me.”
> “Aww~ Well, I think I know the perfect place to relieve some of that stress. Free of charge, this time~”

> She moaned while rubbing her bloated gut.
> So heavy
> So full
> Yet he still resisted her, resisted how much she wanted him, needed him.
> She was immobilized currently, too stuffed to do much but sit and digest, she must have pleasured herself more times than she could count in the last hour than her whole marriage to her late husband.
> Her handmaidens were worried about her, she was growing so vast that angry marks trailed over her rolls of flesh. Just the other day her bed broke from her growing weight, having to be made new in the coming week.
> She giggled while envisioning their first true connection together as King and Queen, imagining the bed buckling as she rode her son’s manhood.
> He, too weak to move her, and she, too fat and heavy to be moved.
> Was it wrong, for a mother to go to such lengths to love her son so much? The Church would most likely think so. Yet, it was her duty as Queen that would quiet that zealous lot.
> She wondered if it would be unorthodox to have a bigger throne than the King’s, on account of her widening size…

> Corypha was great at teasing, her chocolate flesh jiggled in the candlelight as she teased his manhood into her awaiting mouth, her breasts acting as a sheath for his hardened sword.
> When he was nice and ready, she lifted her body and straddled him, easing his cock into her moistened lower lips as she began riding him.
> He groped her breasts, feeling their heft as she maneuvered her hips up and down, up and down. Flowing into a rhythm of pleasure.
> “If only you were a noble Corypha~” the Young King moaned. “I would wed you and be done with the clergy and nobles.”
> “Mmmmm does my King truly care about those who are too prude to even experience that of flesh? That of love and lust? I’ve seen so-AH, s-some of those same men here with my girls. They’re not as god fearing as you thINK! MMMMMmmmm, I love it when we’re together.”
> The two went about it, making rabbits seem like eunuchs. The Young King used to visit Corypha all the time before he met his consort. Alas, she was not willing to get any bigger than she already was; and while amazingly talented in bed, his allowance could only cover so many trips.
> Now, he felt relieved. No mother to tempt him, no advisors to push him, just him and a VERY fat whore. What more could a Young King ask for?

>>507
Eager to see where this goes next.

>>507
I can't seem to find the other three parts

Does anyone know where I could find more stuff like the stuff on this thread or show me some stories related to it? If so, thanks

>>528

It's a very rare perversion, so this is pretty much.

If you can dig through some archives of old Elite threads from previous versions of the site you'll find some stuff (I compiled a heap of stories in the initial post of the last version of this thread) but it's mostly just scraps and the stories i've written.

>>179

Whos the chubby redhead? Been trying to find her again but cant remember the name

> Sir Maerick walked down the hall. Nodding at the occasional maid before making a sharp turn down a hallway to an inconspicuous door. Knocking once, then, knocking rapidly in quick succession, before finally knocking once more.
> He waited. Before finally the door clicked, and a masked figure stood before him.
> The figure offered him a mask of his own, a gold inlaid mask that featured grain and sun on one side, and wine and a laughing mask on the other.
> Donning the mask, Sir Maerick entered, encountering a coven of similar masked figures.
> “Ah, so you’ve arrived. Good.” A figure to his left stated.
> “Apologies, I had to send some spies to look after the King as he galavanted down to the whore house. Now then, when shall the meeting commence?”
> “A few more minutes. I must say though, I am impressed. Does the Queen even suspect her sudden feelings for her son?”
> Sir Maerick chuckled.
> The late King had been so hard to influence. Always doing irrational and brash things, ignoring his counsel. Maerick despised him. And his wife and child were no better. So when the opportunity came to potentially poison the King, knowing of his allergy to specific berries, of course Maerick would take it.
> But, they were the royal family. And the Royal family must remain sacred, else they anger the gods.
> The Queen seemed to have been the exception, however, given the rising tensions of the other holds, maybe it wasn’t so much of an exception than a warning.
> A warning they would heed.
> “Everyone be seated, the Elder is here.” Another masked figure spoke, his voice quieting the room.
> A hunched figure entered the room. His mask is different from the others; detailing gold coins on one side, and a scale on the other.
> He leaned forward, whispering words incomprehensible to anyone besides his assistant.
> “The Elder says, the plan seems to be a success. Thanks to the temptations of a few of our own, the Queen’s journey to an immobile mass of flab is going smoothly.”
> The assistant listened more, repeating word for word that the Elder spoke.
> “However, the Prophecy is not yet complete. In order to ensure a prosperous Kingdom once again, we must ensure a child of sacred blood is born. Sir Maerick,” the figure turned to Maerick, if he was humbler, he might feel embarrassed.
> “How goes our new King? Has he felt any attraction as of yet?”
> Sir Maerick cleared his throat, knowing the mask muffles one’s voice.
> “Sadly, the King seems to be resisting more than expected. However, I will begin taking more, drastic, measures to ensure everything goes smoothly. Behold,” he pulled out a vial. “This vial is hard to come by, only found in the Eastern kingdoms. However, it is said to be a true, ‘love potion’ that would enrapture whoever drinks it to the first person they see. I will spike the King’s wine later today while he dines with the Queen. Hopefully by tonight, they shall conceive a child.
> The congregation mumbled, hushed whispers echoing throughout the room. Until the assistant raised his hand.
> He bent down, once more listening to the Elder.
> “Very well Sir Maerick, the Elder will trust your judgement. The fate of the Kingdom lies in your hands. Be well to remember that.”
> Sir Maerick nodded. The fat sow that is the Queen would become the immobile blob of blubber, the King would become an unstoppable creature of lust towards his own mother; and the congregation would raise the new Prince to ensure further prosperity for their Kingdom.
> Whatever the cost...

Here's another story besides King I made today cause I felt inspired. Enjoy the smut you degenerates, and Flesh, can't wait to read your brother/sister story my dude. I just hope my writing can get as good as yours someday:

He wheezed. It’s all he could really do anymore. Bedbound, he looked over to where he left off. His game was paused, and yet before he could continue, he heard the click of the front door. He started getting excited underneath his folds, his cock not even getting close to peeking out of his fupa.
“I’m home! And I have the KFC for you sweetie!” His mother yelled from the stairs.
The creaks of the stairs as his portly mother entered made his stomach growl in anticipation. He tried leaning up, his many chins scrunching as his mother walked over to his side, a bucket of chicken cradled in her arms.
“There’s my big handsome boy!” She leaned up and kissed him.
Her tongue easily wrestling his to submission, a moan escaped his lips. She groped his massive moob, playing and flicking the nipple before finally breaking away, a small trail of saliva connecting them still.
“You know what day today is, don’t you?”
He didn’t, but he didn’t really care. Days tended to blend together when you were an immobile tub of lard.
“It’s your birthday sweetie, you’re officially my sexy lil’ 24-year-old piggy!” She groped his rolls, giving his fat a good shake.
She noticed him staring at the bucket, and with a knowing smile, pulled out a drum stick.
“Well, I was originally gonna wait till later tonight, but…” she trailed off, feeding him the drum stick.
The greasy meat was salty initially, but to his starving stomach, it hit the spot.
“How bout you eat on this bucket, and I give you your present a little early. I know it’s been so long since I’ve been under you. Afterward, we can see how much you weigh~” walking over to the foot of his King-sized bed, she began undressing.
First to go was her blouse, revealing a juicy pair of double-d breasts that seemed barely contained within her tight bra. Next was her pants, revealing a chunky ass of cellulite that was your favorite. Finally, she removed her bra and panties. Her hair creating a small but manageable bush around her clit. Kicking off her socks, she bent down, grabbing a small bottle of lube. Applying it generously, she smeared it across her body. She had to, of course. Your massive body was hard to navigate, and the friction did nothing to help the underside of your gut and flab that never saw the light of day. Once she was nice and slick, she leaned down and kissed the bottom part of your belly.
“Now be a good boy and finish that chicken, while mommy makes you feel good~”
He felt his belly rise, her head disappearing under his mass. She deftly crawled through his flab, before finding her prize. She would move and prod his fat pad first, to ensure he was fully erect.
He moaned as he stuffs his face with chicken, his cock not even able to penetrate fully through his fat pad. He felt her tongue first, slowly licking along his own clit of lard and flesh, making him gasp at the sensation. Finally, she spread out his fupa and plunged her face in, his own musty smell driving her wild. Her mouth barely could touch his cock, only really sucking on the head of his penis. But it was enough to make him almost shout in ecstasy.
She made him this way. So massive and immobile. Breasts to easily make any college girl jealous. He had always been her little boy. And while she may consider him little still, comparatively, he was a sea of flab and fat. She twirled her tongue around his head, sucking and trying to get as much of his submerged cock into her eager mouth. He was getting close, his stamina non-existent. He remembered years ago when he was still light enough to move and penetrate his mother. He had had reservations at first. Thinking his relationship with his mother wrong and immoral. But as his weight climbed, so too, did his adoration. He loved being fed by her. Being fattened. She was his feeder, and he was her feedee. So what did it matter that they were mother and son? They were both consenting adults.
He wondered if she ever wanted to really commit to their relationship, to have a child together. He could have sworn that was her intention when he reached 600lbs. Their combined lust making them fuck almost day and night, never-ending. Yet as he got bigger and bigger, it got harder and harder to penetrate her until finally, it became an impossibility. Now. they pleasure each other orally. Though in recent months, it’s been harder and harder for his mother to get underneath him without being crushed.
She gripped his under flab hard, the slight pinching sensation driving him over the edge as he came. And she gladly licked up every drop of cum that was in his fat pad. Using her tongue to explore its depths for any spot that could have escaped her mouth. She slipped out even faster than she got in, her entire body glistening from a combination of lube and sweat.
He had finished the first bucket a few minutes before his climax, so she simply handed him another one from a small pile of 4.
“Don’t worry, there’s more upstairs. Now then, let’s see how much you weigh…”
They had built in the scale awhile ago. And while it goes up to 1 ton, she seemed to have expected to eventually get another bed with a higher weight limit. After fiddling with a remote, she leaned into the nape of his neck as a small screen displayed the weight of his mass.

1,679 lbs

They kissed once more. Looks like a ton isn’t too far away after all. What an awesome birthday...

>>548
A sketchy but very nice one. Did you ever think about extending it to a full story?

>>553
Sketchy? I thought it was pretty damn good

Eh, not really. I was thinking of making it a one shot. Honestly, I feel like I can't make things as erotic as they should be.
I don't know if it's my writing style or what, I just have trouble pacing the horny bits.
> Feelsbadman.jpeg

just leave this here

https://www.deviantart.com/aerial-rave/art/Mother-Daughter-Car-Wash-SSBBW-Butts-842271364

https://www.momroleplay.com/taboo-milf-kristi-mommys-little-piggy/

Anyone know how to get this for free possibly?

So, might as well bump this thread to ensure it don't stay dead.

How bout a prompt?

You and a relative/sibling are stuck in a cabin for 3 months. You or your sibling/relative are quite heavy and have always had an incest kink.
What do the two of you do in those 3 months, alone, with very, VERY little communication to the outside world?

Driving through the late fall on back highway roads always made me feel at peace. Not all the leaves were gone just yet from the trees, the winter chill just coming in and roads were mostly clear. It was mid November and I was heading towards a cabin in the Colorado Rockies that me and my family built years ago. I was going on a quiet hunting vacation for a week. After a few hours of driving up steep mountain hills and winding back roads I finally made it. What surprised me as I pulled up to the cabin was seeing my sister's blue Ford escape. I parked and got out and headed inside. Smelling like sausages we're cooking "Kaylee? You in here?" I asked as I stepped in. Out of the kitchen Kaylee appears waddling towards me. My sister is large woman. No one knows her weight but I pegged her being around 450. Mostly in her butt and thighs and big double belly. She gives me a warm hug, "Callum! I heard you were going to be here at the cabin this week and I decided to join you." I smiled as her embrace lingered longer than normal. I gave her back a couple of taps. She let go almost with a embarrassed look on her face. Which admittedly was cute. "I hope you don't mind me doing some hunting then. I know you're not a huge fan." I said as I began to settle in. She scoffed as I watched her turn around, heading back to the kitchen. I couldn't help it but staring at her huge butt clad in tight jeans and how wide her hips were. I won't lie, I enjoy larger women. When I was younger, I was caught red handed looking at bbw porn. This was my sister! I quickly turned away and began to get stuff out of my car. When I came back in, Kaylee was sitting at the table, eating away at the sausages she made with some rice. "Got some for me? I haven't ate yet." She looked at me with those green eyes and smiled, "Of course! I made plenty. I know I'm a large woman Cal, and I enjoy eating but there's enough for you." She smiled and ate. I got myself a plate and some beer from the icebox. From then on till night we discussed about various topics. I was caught off guard when she brought up about the event of being outted for liking fat women. "You know, I'm like the only of three other family members who are this obese. Was it grandma Lil that got you hot and bothered as a teen to start looking at fat women?" I smirked, "No, Kay, it was differently not grandma Lil. You know I'm a bit uncomfortable about talking about this with you." She smiled, and in fake haughty tone, "Is it because I look like your dream girl? Wide hips, big ass, two big squeezable belly rolls?" As she said that she lifted her black sweater to expose her pale soft double belly and began to squeeze them. The display was making hot as blood was flowing in a place that shouldn't have been. For God sake this is my sister! "What are you doing Kay?" She put her sweater back down and stared at me her full lips twisted like she was debating to tell me something. "I have a confession Callum. We have always been super close growing up and even as adults. You know I inherited the genes to be fat. I was bullied for it and when dad was lecturing you about how you shouldn't use the computer for porn and then asking you why fat girls. I overheard it. I was actually happy you preferred fat women. And as the years went by and you dated fat women. I was jealous. I only wanted you." She got up and signed, "Maybe it's the alcohol. I gotta go to sleep. I said to much." Here I was staring at her as her huge hips began to sway making her huge ass bounce. In disbelief I couldn't fathom that my younger sister just basically confessed that she likes me. The mind was telling me no, this is your family but my manhood was betraying me. I was actually turn on during the moment and even now as I watch her waddle to the bedroom. Maybe it was the alcohol but I got up and went after her, I grabbed as much hip as I could and kissed her neck. She grabbed my hands and began to have them explore her width. She turned and smiled, "You know, I weigh 500lbs. I got fatter over the years for you and only you. I wanted to be your dream girl. You always protected me in highschool from bullies when you could, you helped me with my first boyfriend dumbed me for a skinny girl. I've always loved you more than a brother." I couldn't believe this, my own body was turning against me but everything she said. I have always loved her as well. We went in the bedroom and we began to strip. She pulled the sweater up revealing her double belly. She unclasped her bra and her sizable breasts fell on her top belly. Her nipples hard as she began to undo her pants. I was surprised she was able to fit in her pair of jeans. Finally she got them off to reveal her monstrous hips and thighs. She turned around for me, her black panties barely contained that huge fat luscious ass of hers. I was already nude ready to fuck. It took another five minutes to remove her underwear. We kissed and she looked at me with a smile, "I was always yours Cal, your sister getting fatter just for you. No other woman will ever love you more. Tonight and forever we will always be bonded." My mind knowing this was my sister and I should be disgusted with myself never said anything. All that was being said in my head was, "This is your woman now. Fuck her forever and get her fatter." I kissed her passionately as our hands explored ever part of our bodies. I took her behind. She was massive, her ass engulfed me as my cock found her pussy buried in that thigh fat. Our moans were loud and her screams even louder. We fucked hard that night. As we slept into the late morning. I stirred awake. She was on her phone. "Morning." I cuddled next to her. "Good news, looks like we might trapped here for awhile. A snowstorm is coming in." We both smiled and then kissed as we began out two week vacation as a secret couple.

I just wish we could find some of those great old stories in the thread we lost

"I have to do what!?" I yelled.
My Mom immediately got assertive, taking that pose I always hated. "You heard me, your aunt hasn't been doing too well since the divorce, and could use help up at her cabin. I thought you loved her cabin?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to spend my entire summer up there. Come on mom, I just turned 21!"
"No buts! You're going and that's final. I just wish you could understand what she's going through, you two used to be so close." My mom sighed.
She was right. Back when I was younger, I was really close to my aunt. She was a bit on the heavier side; scratch that. She was pretty big, a 300lb brunette that still had a thin pretty face. She always had a way to make things alright with her personality, as she acted like the lovable southern-belle of the family. We got along great as she taught me how to cook, shoot a gun, and was generally just fun to be around. I remember I would always want a hug for her, then again, I blame puberty for that, as her squishy body just felt great to hold.
Sadly, her husband and my ex-uncle was an utter asshole to be around. Apparently he used to be a charming friendly guy, but with stress from work and other things he just got meaner and meaner. I remember it was a nasty divorce, thankfully Aunt Alice managed to keep most of the things when it turned out her husband had a mistress. Gotta love those sleazy massage parlors...
Alice though, she didn't take things too well. Mom never got too much into the details and Dad would change the subject, but apparently Aunt Alice had gained some weight. After some snooping (I love drama, bite me) I discovered that apparently Alice was getting some medical assistance from time to time. I really hope she's not suicidal, while I don't want to stay my entire summer at her cabin; I do worry a lot about her.
Plus, we haven't seen each other since I turned 18 and moved out of Alabama so hopefully, things won't be too awkward. The week went by and I packed up all my things and headed off. It was a 9-hour drive but once I got to the halfway mark of the trip memories of which roads to take came back to me. I remember my Aunt used to always sing Willie Nelson and other country musicians whenever I would ride with her and I would occasionally join in.
Pulling up to the cabin, the scent of pine trees of the surrounding forest made me smile. I loved nature, just something about the freedom of it all truly made me feel at peace. Walking up the small path, I noticed the MASSIVE truck parked in the driveway. The thing was huge, and while I knew my Aunt loved big trucks, this thing could easily be misidentified as a Monster Truck.
Getting to the door, I knocked three times. Mom said she would phone in ahead so I wouldn't need to talk and drive. A muffled, "who is it?" Came from inside.
"Hey Aunt Alice, it's me Thomas! I would hug ya but there's a door in the way!"
The first thing I heard was heavy thumping, and I mean HEAVY. Finally, after all the locks were taken out, the door opened.
I want to say my jaw dropped, but honestly, I was just in sheer shock. I thought Aunt Alice was big when I was little, but the woman who stood in front of me made the old her look tiny. Slightly wider than the door frame, Aunt Alice was sporting a florecent muu-muu that only hid her true size. Her tits were absolutely gigantic, easily going past the double-Ds. Her face, once thin, was now sporting a double-chin and a smile.
"Oh Thomas, look at you! You've gotten so big!" She reached out her arms and I hugged her, getting a nice feel to her enormous belly that prevented me from wrapping my arms fully around her back.
I resisted the urge with all my might to say, 'you too.'
"Now, where are ma' manners. Come on in boy, you must be exhausted!" She said slightly out of breath.
Did she seriously get out of breath just walking to the door? I shook the thoughts away as I followed her, giving her space to turn around in the narrow hallway. Her shelf-like ass, while covered, still revealed many dimples and cellulite that covered the back of her body. Why? Why did she have to get fatter?
If you're surprised by my question, I'll put it bluntly. I like fat chicks. Now, you might be saying, so do a lot of people. But to be more specific, I like MASSIVELY fat women. Easily 500+. Is it healthy? Absolutely not. But a man likes what he likes. I just so happen to like my women supersized, if not bigger. And currently, I was flexing every muscle in my legs and arms to get the blood pumping to those instead of another certain muscle...
I followed my aunt to the living room, a spacious room with a high ceiling, and a large couch. Said couch had a large indent that covered up 4/5ths of it. She had to rotate like a tank before sitting down, the springs of the box groaning in agony as she finally got seated. I took a seat right next to her.
"So how've you been Alice? I know things have been rough for the last few years..."
She simply waved her hand.
"It's fine Thomas, I know what you're thinking. And yes, I'm fat. So fat, that I gotta get me one of them nurses to come check up on me to make sure I ain't too big to get up. That's, well, I'm embarrassed to say, is why you're here. I've been having trouble gettin' up and around and it's been a real bother just trying to cook things. It's like I have no more will power! And then," she continued on and on about how hard it is being as large as she is.
This went on for half an hour. All while I'm glad I was sitting because I had a raging hard-on. No Thomas, bad. She's you're aunt, blood-related for Christ's sake! But when she said her weight allowed I knew the masturbation fantasies were gonna be intense.
My aunt is 672 lbs. I knew she was big just by looking at her but DAMN. All that, packed into a 5'8 frame. No wonder she looked like she could have trouble getting out of the door. Hell I'm surprised she can even still get up! No wonder the nurses come here from time to time. After a few hours of catching up, and watching some television (and, I hate to admit, a few gropes at some of her rolls in the form of 'accidents', hugs, and simply brushing them while moving) it was time for bed.
She explained the bedrooms were really close by, and that she already prepared the guest room for me. As I got up, I heard her gasp as she started rocking. And rocking. Trying her best to get more and more momentum going to get her colossal body off the couch before stopping for a rest, out of breath.
"Huh-huh, Thomas, whew, can you be a darlin' and, huh, help me up?" She pleaded.
This is either God giving me some weird life directions or the Devil fucking with me because hot damn was that the hottest thing I've heard.
Grabing her hands, I heaved with all my might while she started rocking again, finally managed to get to her feet, she was red in the face. And not gonna lie, it was really cute seeing her out of breath and embarrassed like that.
Following behind her slow waddle led me to the hallways of rooms. 2 Bedrooms and a Bathroom.
Getting one final hug from my huge aunt, I helped her get to her bed before turning in for the night myself.
This might be a fun summer after all...

END OF PART 1

>>721
I love that it’s in Alabama lmao

>>721
Great stuff.

>>721
Really hope to see more soon! This is off to a wonderful start

>>721

>easily going past the double-Ds

Uh, no offense but a 21 year old who likes 500 pound women should know that "DD" isn't even remotely noteworthy for someone that huge. DDs on a 672 pound woman would look like Ivy/HotFattyGirl's breasts. Frankly... small. Way too small for the frame.

If you're describing "huge" at this scale you should at least say "easily bigger than H cup".

Other than that great story--that throwaway line just took me out of it for a second.

About 2 weeks have passed since staying with Alice, and one thing I've learned is my aunt wasn't kidding about her lack of willpower. I drove out to town to get some snacks, mainly for myself truth be told, as my aunt only had the cheap and or healthy stuff back at the cabin. Getting back and putting things away though, I noticed my aunt looking over worryingly. I didn't take much of it, until about a day later I noticed most of them were gone.
"Hey Alice? Do you know what happened to some of my snacks?" She grew this guilty look.
"I'm sorry Thomas, I uh, I got a little hungry last night after you went to bed. You have no idea what this thing craves 24/7," she smacked her belly; "It's like it has a mind of it's own!"
Calm down Thomas, breathing exercises NOW. Flex your muscles...
"I just still LOVE that food despite how bad it is for me, and it's not like I'm pretty enough to find a man anytime soon!"
I blinked at that.
"Alice, there are lots of guys out there who would be into you, you don't need to put yourself down like that." She sighed.
"I know Thomas, but sweetie, I'm almost 700lbs and barely mobile. Hell, the fact I don't have any major conditions besides some heartburn at night is an absolute miracle. Heh, you know, it reminds me of a funny memory of us together..." She was about to continue before there was a knock at the door.
Going over, I opened it to reveal a VERY cute (but not my type) girl in scrubs.
"Oh! Hi, my name's Ashley! Is Alice home? It's time for her check-up!"
The girl was petite, standing at about 5'5 she had long straight brown hair and a pair of thick-framed glasses. She looked almost like the fake nerd-girls of the early 2000s that thought to put on a pair of glasses and picking up a controller made them a nerd. But her cheery demeanor was evidence she wasn't like that.
"Oh! Hi, I'm Thomas. I', Alice's nephew." I shook her hand and let her in.
Ashley walked over to Alice.
"Alice! Good to see you again, how's my favorite patient doing?" Ashley and Alice began conversing while I went to grab a drink.
About an hour passed as Ashley had some paperwork she filled out as she gave my aunt a check-up.
"Well everything seems to be in the green, you're blood pressure is a little high, but you said you had snacked on some sweets earlier so that's probably why. Other than that, you seem to be stable despite your weight."
"Thank you dear, it's always nice to talk to you. Thankfully with a nice strong man around the house things have been a bit easier," she glanced at me. "I just hope my weight will finally plateau, it seems like whatever I eat goes straight into this." Alice smacked her gargantuan belly.
Ashley smiled, before grabbing my aunt's hand.
"You'll get through this Alice. You're personality and attitude is perfect. Don't give up, I'm sure your nephew can find other ways of helping you out too. Just don't be afraid to ask, okay?" With that, Ashley announced she had to get going.
Seeing her to the door, she stopped at the edge of the stairs and turned to face me.
"Thomas, do you like your aunt?"
The question caught me off guard but I answered truthfully.
"Well, yeah? She's an awesome lady and-"
"That's not what I mean." Ashley cut me off. "I mean, do you like your aunt as a potential romantic partner?" Now I was stunned.
My face was enough for Ashley to continue.
"Alice is a friend, she knew me back when I was still in diapers, and I was relieved her divorce went smoothly. But with her weight and the lack of men around, Alice has been getting, 'lonely' so to speak. And don't play dumb, I noticed your little 'soldier' being fought back into your pants."
Well fuck me sideways and call me a tornado...
"While I personally am not an advocate for incest, I have to tell you as a woman, your aunt needs a man. You didn't hear this from me, of course. But there's a drug we have that can help her with her weight, however, it's a suppository and we don't have enough nurses that could come and ensure she takes it every day. And before you say, why can't she take it herself, you know that she's too big for that, I hope. So, if you two DO decide on doing something like that, let me know when I come back in about 2 weeks and we'll talk about the suppository. Take care, and sorry for being so forward with this."
Ashley turned and walked away. I was too stunned to really do anything considering I was just told by a nurse, who seemed like a close friend of my aunt, to fuck my morbidly obese aunt. This day is just too fucking weird.
"Ooh! Thomas, our favorite show is on!" Alice called from the living room.
I went back in and sat on the couch beside her, before relaxing and putting my arm on the edge of the sofa.
I looked over at my aunt, her short blond hair neatly washed. Her massive boob sagged to the side of a belly that took up her entire lap. She was enraptured by the TV that she didn't notice me looking at her boob and realizing she's not even wearing a bra.
"Hey Alice? What were you saying before Ashley arrived?" I asked.
Alice looked back at me, and I dunno why but seemed, embarrassed?
"Oh yeah, well, it reminds me back when you were younger and had the crush on me. You were so young back then, and I remember you wanted to do everything with me. Your mom was a little jealous, but what can I say? You loved your big 'ol aunt!"
So she DID know I had a crush on her, probably explains why she was embarrassed.
"Also, I wanted to thank you. I know it's not fun to hear your aunt talk about her weight making her uglier than sin, but it's the truth. Frankly, I'm surprised HE didn't leave sooner." She frowned.
HE was her ex-husband. Dude hated fat people (ironic since my aunt was a big lady when they married) and was just a total douchebag to anyone who was talking to Alice.
"Alice, you're not ugly. Believe it or not, there are guys out there who, well, I'm gonna say love bigger gals like you."
"What? Like chubby chasers or something?" Alice asked. "Honey, I'm pretty sure I'm already past the point of chubby." She lightly slapped her belly.
"Something like that, except they go for MUCH bigger women." Alice looked thoughtful.
"And I'm guessing you're speaking from experience Thomas?" She had a sly grin on her face.
I was embarrassed. Seems Mom told her about my exes.
"Well, y-yeah. Just, trust me when I say, to people like those guys, you're drop dead gorgeous." She raised an eyebrow.
"Mmhmm, I see. Well, if those guys ever want a piece of this, " she reached over and slapped some ass flab, "all they gotta do is lemme know." With that, we continue watching TV in awkward silence. Weird but enjoyable summer so far...

About 2 weeks have passed since staying with Alice, and one thing I've learned is my aunt wasn't kidding about her lack of willpower. I drove out to town to get some snacks, mainly for myself truth be told, as my aunt only had the cheap and or healthy stuff back at the cabin. Getting back and putting things away though, I noticed my aunt looking over worryingly. I didn't take much of it, until about a day later I noticed most of them were gone.
"Hey Alice? Do you know what happened to some of my snacks?" She grew this guilty look.
"I'm sorry Thomas, I uh, I got a little hungry last night after you went to bed. You have no idea what this thing craves 24/7," she smacked her belly; "It's like it has a mind of it's own!"
Calm down Thomas, breathing exercises NOW. Flex your muscles...
"I just still LOVE that food despite how bad it is for me, and it's not like I'm pretty enough to find a man anytime soon!"
I blinked at that.
"Alice, there are lots of guys out there who would be into you, you don't need to put yourself down like that." She sighed.
"I know Thomas, but sweetie, I'm almost 700lbs and barely mobile. Hell, the fact I don't have any major conditions besides some heartburn at night is an absolute miracle. Heh, you know, it reminds me of a funny memory of us together..." She was about to continue before there was a knock at the door.
Going over, I opened it to reveal a VERY cute (but not my type) girl in scrubs.
"Oh! Hi, my name's Ashley! Is Alice home? It's time for her check-up!"
The girl was petite, standing at about 5'5 she had long straight brown hair and a pair of thick-framed glasses. She looked almost like the fake nerd-girls of the early 2000s that thought to put on a pair of glasses and picking up a controller made them a nerd. But her cheery demeanor was evidence she wasn't like that.
"Oh! Hi, I'm Thomas. I', Alice's nephew." I shook her hand and let her in.
Ashley walked over to Alice.
"Alice! Good to see you again, how's my favorite patient doing?" Ashley and Alice began conversing while I went to grab a drink.
About an hour passed as Ashley had some paperwork she filled out as she gave my aunt a check-up.
"Well everything seems to be in the green, you're blood pressure is a little high, but you said you had snacked on some sweets earlier so that's probably why. Other than that, you seem to be stable despite your weight."
"Thank you dear, it's always nice to talk to you. Thankfully with a nice strong man around the house things have been a bit easier," she glanced at me. "I just hope my weight will finally plateau, it seems like whatever I eat goes straight into this." Alice smacked her gargantuan belly.
Ashley smiled, before grabbing my aunt's hand.
"You'll get through this Alice. You're personality and attitude is perfect. Don't give up, I'm sure your nephew can find other ways of helping you out too. Just don't be afraid to ask, okay?" With that, Ashley announced she had to get going.
Seeing her to the door, she stopped at the edge of the stairs and turned to face me.
"Thomas, do you like your aunt?"
The question caught me off guard but I answered truthfully.
"Well, yeah? She's an awesome lady and-"
"That's not what I mean." Ashley cut me off. "I mean, do you like your aunt as a potential romantic partner?" Now I was stunned.
My face was enough for Ashley to continue.
"Alice is a friend, she knew me back when I was still in diapers, and I was relieved her divorce went smoothly. But with her weight and the lack of men around, Alice has been getting, 'lonely' so to speak. And don't play dumb, I noticed your little 'soldier' being fought back into your pants."
Well fuck me sideways and call me a tornado...
"While I personally am not an advocate for incest, I have to tell you as a woman, your aunt needs a man. You didn't hear this from me, of course. But there's a drug we have that can help her with her weight, however, it's a suppository and we don't have enough nurses that could come and ensure she takes it every day. And before you say, why can't she take it herself, you know that she's too big for that, I hope. So, if you two DO decide on doing something like that, let me know when I come back in about 2 weeks and we'll talk about the suppository. Take care, and sorry for being so forward with this."
Ashley turned and walked away. I was too stunned to really do anything considering I was just told by a nurse, who seemed like a close friend of my aunt, to fuck my morbidly obese aunt. This day is just too fucking weird.
"Ooh! Thomas, our favorite show is on!" Alice called from the living room.
I went back in and sat on the couch beside her, before relaxing and putting my arm on the edge of the sofa.
I looked over at my aunt, her short blond hair neatly washed. Her massive boob sagged to the side of a belly that took up her entire lap. She was enraptured by the TV that she didn't notice me looking at her boob and realizing she's not even wearing a bra.
"Hey Alice? What were you saying before Ashley arrived?" I asked.
Alice looked back at me, and I dunno why but seemed, embarrassed?
"Oh yeah, well, it reminds me back when you were younger and had the crush on me. You were so young back then, and I remember you wanted to do everything with me. Your mom was a little jealous, but what can I say? You loved your big 'ol aunt!"
So she DID know I had a crush on her, probably explains why she was embarrassed.
"Also, I wanted to thank you. I know it's not fun to hear your aunt talk about her weight making her uglier than sin, but it's the truth. Frankly, I'm surprised HE didn't leave sooner." She frowned.
HE was her ex-husband. Dude hated fat people (ironic since my aunt was a big lady when they married) and was just a total douchebag to anyone who was talking to Alice.
"Alice, you're not ugly. Believe it or not, there are guys out there who, well, I'm gonna say love bigger gals like you."
"What? Like chubby chasers or something?" Alice asked. "Honey, I'm pretty sure I'm already past the point of chubby." She lightly slapped her belly.
"Something like that, except they go for MUCH bigger women." Alice looked thoughtful.
"And I'm guessing you're speaking from experience Thomas?" She had a sly grin on her face.
I was embarrassed. Seems Mom told her about my exes.
"Well, y-yeah. Just, trust me when I say, to people like those guys, you're drop dead gorgeous." She raised an eyebrow.
"Mmhmm, I see. Well, if those guys ever want a piece of this, " she reached over and slapped some ass flab, "all they gotta do is lemme know." With that, we continue watching TV in awkward silence. Weird but enjoyable summer so far...

>>808
I keep checking for the next part. Really like it so far.

Sadly work and depression have been killing my drive to write. Worry not for I WILL continue this story. And I'm already getting some assistance for the depression side of things so hopefully, it will be soon.

>>866
I get it fren. Hope everything improves and moves on the up and up.

Stroking my cock, I envisioned my aunt's massive fupa hidden underneath that giant belly of hers. Her flowing fat and naked body jiggling too and fro as I got faster and faster with my stroking before finally releasing into a bunch of toilet paper that I had folded to hold onto the cum before sighing and tossing it into the toilet.
Things have been getting harder, no pun intended. Originally when I came here I chastised myself for being sexually attracted to my aunt, but recently I feel as if she's been doing things on purpose just to get a kick outta me.
For one, she's been ordering take out more, and her little "cheat days" have gotten longer and longer. Pizza, subs, you name it. All getting stuffed down her face, and if she were to over-do things she would start rubbing her over-stuffed gut right in front of me. Only one time did she moan, and it was the hottest fucking thing I had seen to the point I had to leave before she noticed how hard I had gotten. One night, I even stayed up and walked over to her bedroom door to peak, only to find her struggling to insert a vibrator into her fat cunt. Seeing her sat upright against the headboard, splayed out and naked, using one hand to lift her obviously very heavy gut and another prodding and trying to get the pleasure toy into her pussy; it was awesome. And before you say it, yes, I jacked off to it but no, I did not do it in the doorway as I didn't want to get caught. The idea has been tempting though, just to see how my aunt would react... No, no bad. That's fucking cringy and stupid.
I sighed again and sat on the toilet, waiting as my erection died. What was I gonna do? Was my aunt sending me signs and I just wasn't noticing? Was the nurse truly serious? She looked to be, but maybe it was just her sick fuckin way of messing with me? Who knows. However, my aunt while healthy now could get worse if she gets heavier. No matter how hot that would be. And I wouldn't wanna do anything to Alice. She was too much of a kind lady.
The inner deviant in me though needed her. And it needed her BAD. I had to shake the thoughts away because just imagining those vast rolls of fat swaying and bouncing almost made me hard again. Flushing the toilet and the evidence, I left the bathroom and walked down that hall to the living room as my aunt was chuckling at Jersey Shore.
Sitting down beside her to watch, the Situation was doing some dumb shit or something. Trash tv is trash...
"I never understood the appeal back when this show came out hun, but lemme tell you, those Jersey people are dumber than a sack of potatoes! Like, watch this," she leaned forward, her gut almost brushing the ground as she grabbed the remote and rewind the show, "this girl right here honestly thinks that doing that is the right move, HA!" She shook her head with a smile.
"Yeah, never understood that either Alice, but personally I'm not a fan of them. Just too obnoxious for me."
"Oh I know hun, I just can't wrap my head about how some people can be so stupid. Like, I remember once your dad, bless his heart, though you could actually jump-start a car with a defibrillator after watching that A-Team movie, the remake one of course."
I remember that. Mom and I made fun of him for weeks for that one, trying to explain to him how that would absolutely not work. Thankfully he never tried it.
I looked at the clock, the hands pointing to the 8 and one to the 12. It was getting dark out, but right now things were so comfy. Watching TV with Alice, I never noticed myself getting more and more sleepy. To the point I even started leaning into her more than usual. Her noticing this, she smiled. And adjusted herself so I could essentially use her side boob as a makeshift pillow, her arm going over my shoulders. I swore she was occasionally rubbing my back here and there, but I'm sure she was doing it more like a mother would their child. Sleep hit me before I even knew it.

Managed to force out a small bit, but I feel like this part is more filler than anything.

>>885
Really appreciate it man. Hope you're doing well.

This stuff is gold by the way. You have a real talent.

That night I dreamed of my aunt, her body covering my legs in heavy flab, my waist wrapped in her tits as she sucked and slurped on my dick, moaning as I rubbed my hands through her shoulder link hair. Before finishing, she stopped and with a loud pop looked me in the eye.
"Tell me what you want nephew."
Lust had consumed my dream, so I stated the truth.
"I want you massive. I want to fuck you every day until the end of summer, and eventually live together. I want to make you happy Alice. Maybe..." I paused, "maybe even start a family..."
Dream Alice smiled, her form getting bigger and bigger. She went from being 700, 1200, over a ton. Flab encompassing me as she grew bigger and bigger. Her fatty rolls consuming me within them, suffocating me under her formless blubber.
I woke up when I realized I actually was suffocating, but only because Alice had fallen asleep on top of me on the couch, her breast flesh getting caught on my mouth as I tried to breathe. Shifting as much as possible, as it wasn't likely I could lift Aunt Alice off me, I managed to get a silent gasp of air.
She was so heavy, her side pressing me into the couch. My body stuck between to large, soft objects. I realized my boner was still pressed into her rolls, but thankfully my wet dream hadn't really made anything wet. Still, hopefully she won't question it. I managed a glance at the clock. 6:30 AM. Alice wouldn't be awake for another 3 hours. Deciding to enjoy the massive woman who's side was crushing me, I wrapped my arms around her form like a teddy bear, and, feeling my eyes drift off; once again I fell back asleep.

Managed to choke out another bit. Still in a slump, but I was wondering if I should make longer parts if they took longer, or shorter parts maybe every few days/week. What do you guys think?

>>948
do what makes you happy. I like reading these and will continue to enjoy them

>>948
Yeah, dp whatevers easiest for you. I'm really enjoying this story regardless of how long or short the next pieces you put out are.

I sighed as my little piglet's tongue slid up and down along my shaft. We were celebrating both her birthday and our achievement together, as her 400lb body was a true beacon of our love. It had started with the looks, occasional glances of curiosity, then, the peaks with changing. Moving on and on, walking into the bathroom at the "wrong" time, you get it. Our relationship was once platonic, but over time that changed. I remember the terror I felt when I found her with my laptop, my hidden porn folder on full display as she watched a particularly heavy model, now retired, Patty Sanchez, squash some lucky man underneath her massive bulk.
I expected anger, disgust, but when her eyes looked up at me, it was that of curiosity.
"So, you're into fat girls?" She asked.
I explained my fetish the best I could. Trying not to disturb her, but also being honest that I enjoyed expanding bodies. Testing the limits of how much flesh a person could have. She seemed more interested, the same interest one could have when looking at a car accident.
What I didn't expect was the change in appetite. It started small, asking for dessert after dinner, the snacking on small snack cakes. Then came the seconds for dinner and lunch. With breakfast usually consisting of not one but multiple bowls of cereal. The weight came, of course. I watched as she ballooned from a tiny 110lbs to 200. That was when our platonic relationship took on a more, questionable, turn. Soon, she kept eating more and more. I found myself having to make multiple trips a week to keep the fridge and pantry full.
All of it culminating when my piglet, drunk on wine, confessed her true feelings for me and her own fetish. If you haven't already guessed, my little piglet is my own flesh and blood. My daughter, to be more precise. I remember when our lips touched, and our tongues wrestled. As she used her chubby body to please herself and mine own desire for her flesh.
All of it, leading up to her 22nd birthday. At 400 lbs, my little piglet finished giving me my own little present in the form of a bj, a small drop of my orgasm still in the corner of her mouth.
"So, how big was mom before she passed?" She asked me.
I told her the truth, that her mother was an immobile blob of a woman, the love of my life. She smiled.
"I'm going to be bigger."



Small short story for yall, let me know what you think.

I'm trying to find one where the girl fattens up and so does the mom, and the mom ends up asking the guy to come over and fix some thing in a scheme to fuck him. Anybody know what story I'm talking about? Really well written imho

idea I probably won't write out fully:
A boy/girl set of fraternal twins are fit, athletic, smart, rich, popular, sadistic and pathological feeders. Guy is a swimmer/business major, girl is a cheer leader/law student, both have modeling contracts. Between the two of them they've blimped up plenty of people in their lives: their lesbian lawyer moms are falling into immobility at the story start, they target athletic/social/academic rivals of their siblings as romantic partners that they quickly dominate into rapid weight gain/laziness in a sort of competition to see who can wreck the most resistant target and be declared the best feeder. At Christmas break they see their twin has a new gf/bf that's gotten obese in a semester, but they're bored of the easy fattening of pathetic, weak willed normals.

So they settle on a new target: each other. The one who can put the most weight on the other by next year is the winner. Each sibling controls the other's diet at the start with various contests determining other factors:
-First to get cut from their sports team has the other control their sleep cycle.

-First to lose their modeling contract has to take up a part time job of the other's choosing.

-First to hit morbid obesity controls the others meds

-First to flunk out of school loses control of their of sex life.

-First to immobile has to admit the other is the best feeder.

And so on. Lots of teasing and vindictive taunting throughout:

"Heard the coach wasn't happy with how your moobs are slowing you down in the water bro. I thought it would just make you fatter, but it looks like your muscles aren't doing that well with the estrogen powder in your shakes softening them up. Hope you have fun sleeping till noon."

"oh yeah? Well i might have lost my pecs, but I'm still a ladies man. After I gave her head, she made me water boy, but I Heard your coach was so pissed the pyramid couldn't support you that she cut you on the spot. So guess who's staying up all night playing video games..."

'Hey sis, heard that your prof was pissed you showed up late to that quarter test retake and then got a zero again."

"Fuck you, I still passed after I let him do doggy style on me."

'could he even get it in with your ass that big? I bet your agent was furious you showed up with cellulite. Hope you have fun stripping, some perverts will probably tip big for a girl your size. Probably not as much as if your tits had grown even an inch, but a few losers will love the watermelons your smuggling in the back of your panties. Probably hard to spin on the pole with an ass that big pulling you down, they'll probably move you to the drink pit soon...or maybe you can skip right to hooking..."

"They were pissed...till I threatened to sue them for size discrimination. I got kicked into the Plus Size division with a fucking pay bonus. Unlucky for you there's no pro-acne male models, Pizzaface. you got lucky a girdle and breast tape let you start modeling suits, but with a face like that? You're gonna get fired...The all carbs and ice cream might have fattened me up faster, but I knew the grease and sodium heavy diet was going to wreck your face. Those cysts are gonna scar, so I hope you like saying the phrase "Do you want that super sized?" cause you're applying to McDonald's today. Hear they have complimentary meals too..."

'holy shit bro, your tits are bigger than your head! Could you even see the scale at your doctor's appointment past them? Was that what took so long, you have to buy a bra, huh? I'd offer one of mine but I don't think I have any K cups, maybe one of our moms has a spare. I used to be pissed that you were the one blessed by the boob fairy but that was before still being able to kinda work out kept me below the morbid mark. My physical said I was a svelte 32 bmi and my cholesterol was only elevated! Too bad for you, you're not allowed any meds for blood pressure."

"Yeah, I'm mobidly obese. i can't even stand up straight with these things, much less run. My Doctor said shes worried for my health...but unfortunately that means for you you're going off your birth control."

"What...no fuck you, you're the one who lost this contest boob-boy!"

"yeah, well your stupid ass fucked up the terms in the contract asszilla. I caught that right away, back before you were down to 3 hours of sleep a night. Good thing you've been so good at your tests lately and don't need to sleep with your professors to get passing grades..."

"Heard you broke into fucking tears during your business proposal final after your suit broke under that belly. God, you're like a fucking girl anymore. I'm the one with the excuse of getting knocked up with triplets."

"Yeah, but it turns out that professor likes man boobs, so I got a pity c- which probably means I'm still just on academic probation. You gotta letter in the mail though...looks like you failed every fucking class."

"What..no, no fuck you. I had to have passed something..."

"Sis you spelled your fucking name wrong and your size 30 pants are on backwards. Looks like baby brain and no sleep has made you dumb as a rock. Maybe you can get on welfare as a drop out, obese single mom..."

'fuck you asshole, I'm going to get you for this! I see the trouble you have getting up. I'm fucking pregnant and move easier than you, weak as you are you're going to be immobile first."

"Fuck me? There's an idea, we can't exactly pay for someone to screw you anymore fat as you are and Its been a while for me. Besides were' only half siblings cause of hte sperm donor..."

'Fucking pervert...fine. I'm crazy horny...If I'd gotten to go before my finals I might have passed something, its not like you can get me any more pregnant. We'll do it in the pool though, I don't think any of the furniture will hold us up...'

>>1004
Sounds incredible

>>1004
That doesn´t sound bad at all.
But is it wrong of me if I think that the rich lesbian couple being fattened to immobility by their own kids is the most interesting part? Like fuck me, that sounds amazing.

>>1008
>>1004
Seconded, I find the fact they fattened their lesbian parents to immobility the most interesting aspect

>>973
I remember the story you’re talking about. I don’t have a link or anything but I do remember reading it on Deviantart. Damn, I wish I knew the title or the author.

If I remember correctly the mom fucking the dude was the last part of the series

I have bunch of stories I saved over the years and put them in a google drive for y'all to enjoy. Some I got might be from before the purge, it's been so long with some of them that it's a bit of a blur.

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17CXz55xx-UeTYYvfTqOcYexM4JTyz_xW?usp=sharing

Enjoy! (None of these were made by me, much love and respect to the original authors)

>>1036
Dude I appreciate the share, but why have you saved text as hundreds of images?

Just had an idea. A Yandere sister is in love with her own brother. Brother and Sister live together with parents out of the picture (due to sister but that's a secret) and in order to keep her brother with her and make sure no woman takes him away, she starts fattening him up secretly.

Hi all,

Vigilante here (off of Mom And The Magic Ring above).

Managed to make some good progress on my Quest story and wanted to take a break and do something smaller.

First chapter of a short story below, which will be a loose homage to a story posted on here a while back - Concerned about Mom.

Will write and post when I have time, but please let me know any ideas on future plot points - open to building in ones I like!


August 15th 2017
Your bedroom door creaks open, the only sound in an otherwise still and sleeping house. You peak nervously around the corner. The upstairs landing is dark but empty, just as you’d expect it to be at 1am in the morning.

Tiptoeing you cross the hall. You move past your sister Olivia’s room and pause for a moment outside your parent’s bedroom door. It’s slightly ajar, your dad’s loud snores audible through the gap.

Pressing on you reach the stairs and work your way down the steps until your feet touch the cool stone tiles of your ground floor. Ahead of you the darkness is broken by a glow of light emanating through a crack in the kitchen door. Your heart beats faster in your chest at the sight, cock hardening instinctively. It wasn’t the first time you’d made this late night trip.

With well practised movements you make your way silently across the hallway and press your face against the opening, peering into the kitchen beyond.

The glow is emanating from an open fridge door. A bright white light casting long shadows across the otherwise dark room. The fridge itself is a wide two door monstrosity installed a year or so ago as part of a much needed renovation. Your dad hadn’t been particularly keen but your mother had insisted that she needed the additional space and would make good use of it. She’s keeping that promise religiously it appears, as she’s currently sitting in front of the open doors with her hands delving in and out of a large tray of brownies sat on the bottom shelf.

Mother had never been a slim woman. As a child you vividly remember her soft, warm hugs. Sinking into her plump body seemed to wash away all of your problems, and thinking back may have been the catalyst for feelings you wouldn’t fully understand until many years later.

Mom liked to eat. Her sweet tooth was legendary within your household. Growing up every meal ended with a serving of dessert, of which mother would usually eat more than the rest of the family combined. Any sweets left unprotected would inevitably end up being gobbled up before you got around to eating them.

This first became apparent one Halloween when you were 7. Your sister, who’s a couple of years older, had guided you around your gated cul-de-sac and helped to gather up an impressive horde of chocolates and candies. You’d left them on the kitchen counter overnight, but when you came downstairs in the morning all that remained was a handful of discarded wrappers and one very guilty looking mother. Apologies has been made, restitutions agreed, but you never forgot how that enormous pile of treats had been gobbled down in a single sitting.

Olivia had cried and screamed, beside herself at the injustice of it all, but you recall being surprisingly comfortable with the situation. If mom had eaten your hard earned candy there had to be a good reason. Perhaps she was hungry, or was upset because she wasn’t allowed to go trick or treating herself? Every year since you left your candy somewhere mother would stumble upon it, and sure enough every year she’d gobble it down without a moment’s hesitation. This was the start of a curious game where you’d bring home chocolates and desserts with the sole intention of leaving them somewhere for mother to find and consume. In that sense you had a significant hand in what inevitably came next...

Mom got fatter. Her constant snacking and your well intentioned feeding couldn’t help but put strain on her already tight clothing, until she inevitably burst out of the seams. She went from plump to chubby to a bonafide fatty within a matter of years. By your late teens teens she’d steadily piled on the pounds up to a peak weight of about 350 lbs a couple of years ago. That was when her relationship with dad took an unfortunate turn.

He’d never been a fan of mom’s increasingly waistline, but had held his tongue for many years in pursuit of an easy life and happy wife. Unfortunately the check-in lady patiently explaining that mom’s 350 pound ass required two seats on our family holiday to Europe had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. An almighty row in front of a busy check-in line had culminated in dad storming home, alone, and mother using his spare seat for her wide load.

The holiday had been equal parts tears and binge eating, with mother stepping off the plane even heavier than when she’d left, but thankfully your parent’s had managed to reconcile shortly after returning home. Part of that truce had been an agreement on mother’s part to slim back down to 200 pounds, which required a strict new diet that certainly didn’t include the sugary delights that she’d gorged herself on for the past decade.

She’d made surprisingly good progress, shrinking down until she was only about 25 pounds away from her goal. That was until recently, when you turned 16 and started your after school job at the local bakery. The owner was a plump motherly woman who insisted that you needed to ‘get some meat on those bones’, and wouldn’t let you leave without a tray of some baked food or another clasped in your hands.

And so back to tonight, where mother is spectacularly failing at her martitial promise by dipping chunks of your bakery’s brownie into an open pot of heavy cream. She raises the treat to her mouth and licks off the cream, an orgasmic smile spreading across her pretty face. A double chin forms as she opens her lips wide and takes a large bite. Crumbs tumble down her front and bounce off her bulging belly onto the floor. The weight had begun to creep back since you started working at the bakery, and mother’s gut now poked out between her PJ top and bottoms, spilling onto her lap. Fat filling up the slightly sagging skin left behind by her rapid weight loss, blowing back up to its rightful size. The knowledge that this is a direct result of your sneaky enabling is causing a painful throbbing within your pants.

You watch mother’s side profile as she swallows the last of the brownie chunk and let’s out a polite little ‘uurrrp’ of appreciation. Dipping her fingers directly into the pot of heavy cream she scoops out a rounded dollop. She sucks it slowly off her plump fingers, savouring every mouthful. “Mmmmm” she moans, shaking back her long blonde hair.

Moments later and mother is devouring another hefty piece of brownie. She lifts it to her mouth and a splodge of cream drips onto her top, staining the light cotton fabric. “Mmmff, damn”, she curses, mouth full, before pulling the top over her head and casting it to one side. This hadn’t happened before...

Mom’s not wearing a bra. Her fat tits catch the underneath of her top as she pulls it up, and then flop down onto her chest with a ‘slap’ as it passes over them. You’ve always had a thing for breasts, especially hers, but can’t remember the last time you saw them in all their fleshy glory.

Her stretch marked belly is pooched onto her upper thighs as she kneels in front of the fridge. A rounded gut, you imagine exactly where her torso would be if she wasn’t carrying an extra hundred pounds of blubber. Her arms are thick and wide, a little overhang at her elbow like melted cheese. You imagine yourself running your hands over her porky body, feeling the lumps and bumps of her flabby curves.

Careful not to make a sound you slip your hand into your cotton pyjamas and begin slowly stroking...

Some time later you retreat upstairs to clean yourself off. You’ve slipped into a fresh pair of bottoms and step out of the family bathroom just as mother reaches the top of the stairs. The floorboards creak awkwardly under her bulk. She’s still naked in her top half, chunky tits sitting perkily on her chest. Your eyes meet in the darkness and you share a look - ‘we’ll never mention this again, to anyone’ - before retreating into your respective bedrooms. It takes a long time to drift off to sleep, your mind unable to shake the sight of mother’s delicious naked body...

>>1057

Hey dude, GREAT to hear from ya. I love this little snippet and would love to see more. My only real plot ideas would be the son discovering himself to be a feeder and start to take a bit of pleasure feeding his mother. Later he'd expand his views to fattening up his older sister who is VERY much against getting fat. Lastly the son would probably get fat himself.

In short Feedee Mother, unwilling feedee daughter, feeder and later feedee son.

Second part below.

I hadn’t necessarily intended to make the sister a love interest or any fatter, but I do quite like the idea, so going to work into the plot.

As before, welcome any further thoughts for where to go next.


July 12th 2019
“Mom! I can’t find my white shorts!”.

You open your eyes groggily and squint at the clock ticking away on your bedside table. ‘08:37’. Olivia’s shouting had woken you up. She’s likely packing for her flight this afternoon - 10 days in the Amalfi Coast with her girlfriends. You wish you had such close friends to go away with.

You throw off the bedcovers and walk naked across the room to find some clothes. You catch yourself in a large mirror propped up against one wall as you do so. Blonde hair, blue eyes - you were the splitting image of your mother in that respect, though not nearly as wide. Dad’s genes had run stronger in your sister, who inherited his darker complexion. She’d also inherited his short temper, which was making an appearance this Friday morning, unlike the man himself.

It had been about 12 months since dad moved out. It all happened very suddenly - news of his longstanding affair with his secretary having broken on the Tuesday, and by the Sunday he was packed and moved out of your family home. It may not have happened at all had one of mom’s friends not spotted them together on a business trip out of state, holding hands on a romantic sunset walk along the beach. They’d known it wasn’t mother on the basis that this other woman was about half her size - a dainty little thing with a tight bottom that didn’t wobble violently like mother’s.

You couldn’t help but overhear the ensuing arguments. Mother’s sobbing accusations, dad’s hurtful replies. It transpired that things hadn’t been going well within your household for quite some time. Dad couldn’t reconcile his love for mom with her love for food, and with every pound that crept onto her figure he grew more distant. Even with the weight loss she was still too large for his tastes, and raised voices had confirmed that they hadn’t had sex in months. The affair sounded almost inevitable given the amount of pent-up resentment festering beneath the surface.

You haven’t spoken with dad since he left, safe for a few short texts. You’re very much on ‘team mom’, and refuse to spent time at dad’s new place that he shares with his younger, leaner woman.

Your door bursts open just as you’re about to button your shorts.

“Has she put them in your washing pile by accident again?”, Olivia grumbles huffily, striding into your room.

She’s wearing a sheer top with a black bando underneath. The mesh reveals a taught set of abs, sculpted by her part time job as a spin instructor. On her bottom half she’s wearing only a pair of frilly lace panties - bright red and leaving little to the imagination.

You blush instinctively and avert your gaze. “Oh come on bro, don’t be such a prude”, she sighs, bending over as she rifles through the pile of freshly laundered washing by your chest of drawers. Obliging you sneak a glance at her muscular thighs and plump ass, her cheeks spread wide as she crouches. She’s not exactly your type, ever since your feelings about mother started to manifest you prefer your women with quite a bit more padding, but it was nonetheless hard to quell the stirring in your pants.

You sister stands up tall, holding a pair of white shorts aloft, triumphant. “I bloody knew it...” she mutters. After slipping into them she turns about heel and walks towards you.

Olivia had indeed inherited the best of your father. She measured an impressive 6 foot 1 inches tall, a full 7 inches taller than you, who instead took after your mother in smaller stature. She was also tanned where you were pale, extroverted where you were introverted, and lean where you were skinny. Or at least, had been skinny...

About 6 months after starting the job at the bakery you noticed that your work clothes were feeling a little snug. Mother insisted that she’d washed them on too high a temperature, and you hadn’t thought much more of it when she bought home replacements. You were still ferrying her desserts on a daily basis, but cash strapped and hungry you’d also started to eat some of the leftovers yourself when on shift. Your boss didn’t mind - far from it, she actively encouraged you to ‘take a break and grab whatever you want’ at regular intervals, to the point where some days you spent more time snacking than you did serving customers.

All this had come to a head about a month ago when you realised that even your comfiest sweatpants were now too small, and stepping onto the scales you saw to your horror that you’d plumped up to a meaty 170 pounds - a noticeable change on your previously slim and small body. Worst of all, mother’s genes had delivered one final blow. The weight had settled around your hips, ass, and tits, giving you an almost child-bearing figure, and certainly not the muscled machismo you’d hoped to grow up to be.

These changes had not escaped Olivia’s attention either. “You’ve outgrown another pair of shorts bro”, she sighs, slipping her finger under the curve of your gut and giving it a gentle bounce. “If you keep going like this then you’re going to be bigger than mom by Christmas”.

You blush again and hastily attempt to button your shorts. Unfortunately your generous belly is well and truly in the way. You fruitlessly squeeze the pasty-white fat between your zipper until Olivia places a hand gently on the offending pudge. She kneads it between her slender fingers. “Yep, here’s the problem. This big ol’ pot belly that you’ve been developing. You need to take me up on my offer of free classes bro. Burn this off before mom needs to buy you another new wardrobe”. She lets your flab fall from her fingers and gives it one last slap for good measure.

Olivia moves as if to leave the room but hesitates before she crosses the threshold. She turns back to face you with a mischievous grin across her face. “Come to think of it, maybe we should do a quick fitness test, see how bad a situation we’re dealing with here...”.

“No, sis, please just let it go”, you whine, but her expression is resolute. You’ll be happy when she heads off to college this September.

“I want you to see how many burpees you can do in two minutes. I’d say about 40 is standard based on my HIIT classes. If you can manage 30 I’ll let you have a quick squeeze of my tits”, she says with a wink. You splutter incoherently, not quite believing what you just heard. “Oh come on bro”, she sighs, “I saw you checking me out, and I know for certain that you aren’t getting any action from anywhere else. What sort of big sister would I be if I didn’t help you out a little?”. She brushes a hand innocently against your crotch, which is hard and throbbing. You shudder with pleasure and immediately drop to the floor for your first burpee.

It’s as horrible as you’d expected. The first few come easy enough, but your freely hanging belly slaps against the floor with every drop and soon enough your soft arms are struggling to extricate it from this position. Beads of sweat drip down your nose, thighs chafe from your chunky upper legs rubbing together. After what feels like an age you collapse in a heap, roll onto your back, and wheeze, “I’m done... no more...”.

Olivia appears above you, slender pins straddling your body. Her expression pitying. “That was embarrassing bro. 15. Half of the target, which I specifically set so it would be easy enough for you to hit”. A curious admission. Had Olivia wanted you to feel up her tits? She’s your sister. Surely she didn’t have a thing for her own flesh and blood-. “But I suppose for half points you can get half a reward”, she cuts across you wandering thoughts.

Leaning forwards (she is very flexible after all) Olivia lifts up her sheer top and bando, letting her breasts hang down a few inches above your face. Despite her lean body and visible muscles her tits were still heavy and fat, a scrumpy pair of double-Ds swaying gently with every breath. Your eyes wide with shock and lust you imagine sucking on her plump nipples, running your tongue around her areola whilst your wandering hands drift down to between her-. “Oh, you look so pathetic down there”, she says, snapping you back to reality once again, “just a quick squeeze. Be quick”.

Not needing to be told twice you greedily grab her tits in your hands and massage them. They feel so soft between your kneading fingers. Olivia’s skin is silky smooth to the touch. You groan as you run your fingers around her nipples and pinch them gently. “Oh god...”, you moan, shuddering as you feel a dampness start to spread in your pants.

Your sister giggles and stands tall, tearing her tits away from your hands, which grasp fruitlessly at the empty air left in their stead. “Mmmm, someone’s a little greedy! That’s enough fun for today bro. Maybe when you’ve lost a few pounds you’ll get a girlfriend who lets you have a go on hers. But until then your fat ass isn’t getting any except when I decide to give it to you!”. She turns to leave.

You’re not sure what compels you to do so, but as you watch Olivia’s tight ass sauntering away you call out breathlessly, “you’d better be careful sis, the freshman 15 hits party girls like you hardest you know”.

She stops dead, and laughs over her shoulder, “don’t worry bro, I think I’ll manage. No way I’m going to let myself become a waddling whale like the rest of this family. You have fun stuffing yourself full of junk food whilst I’m away. If you’ve gained another 10 pounds by the time you get back maybe I’ll let you have another go on these”. She jiggles her generous tits playfully and then exists the room, giggling all the while.

Breathing heavy, heart pounding, you struggle to your feet and rush to close your bedroom door behind her. You force down your too tight shorts and pull out your raging hard on. Your hand is dripping with cum. You’d blown your load there and then as you felt up your sister’s tits. That had been... unexpected.

>>1065
Now I really want to see the sister fat.
What about she returns, and the brother actually got a fair amount of muscle. He actually gained the ten pounds, but muscle is heavier than fat. Thing is, when the sister returns, she´s actually weights the same as her brother. And while a lot went to her tits and ass, a small pudge in her belly is noticeable. specially by her brother. Of course, she hates it... until her brother teases her and touches her. Then she hates that she loves it.

>>1065
Loving this so far. While I like that you added in the sister as suggested, I'm for keeping the focus more on the mother. Also really seconding the idea of the main character getting really confident and brazen with feeding the mother later on, and eventually winding up just as big a feedee as her; mutual gaining and feeding for them both.

As a little side note, do you have any place where you keep a gallery, or where we could contact you? I loved all your work on The Magic Ring. Do you take commissions by any chance?

>>1069
I think I’m going to flip the focus of the story from mom to sister with each chapter and then bring them together at the end, possibly with a dual epilogue like I did in the magic ring story.

I don’t have a gallery unfortunately, but you can contact me on discord at vigilante#1994 if you’d like. I’m not always online but check every few days. I haven’t really thought about commissions but open to the idea if there’s a story I like!

>>1066

I love this so far!! The addition of the sister is a stellar decision. Though I know I'm in the minority here, I'd love to see her stay strong and relatively fit and just turn into more and more of a feeder, eventually focusing on the mother as well as her brother. :) That way there can still be a progression with her, but it'd be more of a build up of feelings and the increasing intensity of her feeder desires. Her hunger for their growth to continue growing right in pace with their waistlines, always wanting more.
I'm sure whatever direction you'll take it will be amazing and beyond hot though haha. Looking forward to the next part!

>>1078
seconded. the world needs more fit female feeders. he can lust over his fat mom and fit sister, and get the best of both worlds. and we can have a cute boy getting fat

>>1065
STELLAR WORK WOWOWOWOW, keep it up asap!!

>>1083
nah, we need more reluctant feedees. especially with a family dynamic like this

>>1083

I’ll third the fit feeder sentiment. I’m so tired of the “every female character gets fat lol” trope

>>1083
Also seconded, wanna see him outpace his mom and blimp up, and his fit sister humiliate him and sexually tease him.

I agree partly, but it would also be cool to maybe see the sister struggle with her weight a little bit as she’s teasing the brother. Teasing others while oblivious to gaining is hot.

Good debate, I could make both fat and fit sister work - will have a think!

In the meantime:

July 16th 2019
With Olivia overseas an eerie calm had descended over the house. Any shouting matches or raised voices had disappeared along with her, leaving only yourself and mother rattling about the large suburban residence.

It had been an uncontroversial few days so far. You largely kept yourself to yourself, locked in your room whiling away the days fantasy role playing with strangers on the internet. Ever since your started tacitly feeding mother your extra-curricular pursuits had taken on a more kinky nature, and you regularly role play mother-son weight gain scenarios whilst you beat yourself off. You’re not proud of it, but it serves a purpose in satisfying the urges welling up from inside.

Today though you step out of your cave and make your way downstairs. It’s a gloomy day, raindrops lashing the large bi-folding doors that open out out from your living room onto your lavish back yard pool. No sunbathing on the lilo today...

As you push open the door into the kitchen a familiar voice cries out from the other side. “Happy birthday!”.

The typically neutral space is awash with colour. A large red banner hangs from the ceiling, reading ‘Happy 18th Birthday!’. Balloons float along the ceiling in clusters, tied together by garish multicoloured ribbons. A pleasantly healthy pile of presents is stacked on the kitchen island - certainly more than you’d expected at the very least. To complete the picture an enormous two tiered cake is perched on the dining table, a chocolate monstrosity easily big enough to feed a small crèche.

Your mother is standing in the centre of the room, her arms outstretched, ready for a hug. On this special day she’s opted for a summery dress, quite at odds with the storm brewing outside. It’s dangerously figure hugging, not by design, but rather due to the additional pounds that have crept onto her body since she bought it.

The moment that the front door had closed behind dad had been the moment that mother said ‘fuck it’ to any notion of diet or exercise. Her weight loss, which you’d already sabotaged quite successfully, was all but forgotten as she threw opened the flood gates and ate to her heart’s content. She was back at something like her previous peak weight by last Christmas, and looks fatter than ever today.

You recall heated arguments between her and your sister - ‘you’re getting too fat mom’, ‘one day you won’t even be able to roll out of bed’, ‘maybe dad was right to leave if you’re going to just eat your life away’. They never had seen eye to eye on the matter.

“Thanks mom”, you mumble, slightly embarrassed at her making a fuss. You’ve never liked making a big deal out of your birthdays. You walk forwards and meet her open arms in a tender embrace. As you sink into her rolls a rush of memories come flooding back - lengthy childhood hugs where you’d grope and paw at her wide hips, struggling to hide your throbbing cock all the while. Speaking of which...

“Ummmm, shall we do presents?”, you ask nervously as you extricate yourself from mother’s blubber. You could swear her eyes dart down to your crotch for for a moment before meeting your gaze. A sly smile crosses her lips.

“Of course!”. She claps her hands together, setting her upper arm fat off on a violent wobble. You imagine groping at her enormous hams, feeling the weight of her under arm fat as you bounce it in your hands. What you’d give to lick whipped cream off her elbow folds...

Mother moves towards the kitchen island. She’d always had a bit if a lumbering gate - her legs struggling to move around one another due to their size - but recently there was no denying it. Mother had developed a regulation fat girl waddle. Thighs rubbing together from top to bottom, you watch transfixed as her gelatinous bottom jiggles with every heavy step.

Waddling is your kryptonite. The idea that an otherwise mundane activity has been made more difficult, or impossible, due to a person’s gluttony and excess is outrageously hot. Watching fatties unable to squeeze into a bus seat, or told politely that they’re too heavy to take part in a particular activity, is kink fuel of the highest order. Watching mother’s ass shaking like jelly in an earthquake as she lumbers towards your presents is the best birthday gift you could ever hope for. Well, perhaps is if her ass was just a little bigger...

She takes a seat on a breakfast stool, ass cheeks spilling over its edges, and you begin to open your presents. It’s a reasonable haul all things considered. A subscription to your favourite gaming magazine from a distant Aunt, a voucher for the local cinema from your aged grandparents, a colourful pair of socks from your best friend Jessica.

You don’t have many friends to speak of, but ever since you were a kid Jessica has been your close confidant and companion. Once neighbours, you’d met whilst playing out in the street, but your shared love of video games and nerd culture meant your friendship soon migrated into each other’s homes, and once she moved out of state, online. She’s the sister you never had - or rather would have preferred to have had - and you speak almost daily. It was kind of her to send a gift. You’ll have to invite her to stay at some point soon.

By now there are only two presents left - your mother’s and sister’s. You open the former, tearing open the wrapping paper to reveal a rather snazzy pair of navy shorts. “I saw that you’d thrown your others away”, she explains. After the incident with Olivia the other day you’d decided that it was time to retire the ill-fitting and cumstained pair. “I hope you like them - it took me ages to find ones with an elasticated waist”. You regard your mother curiously. “Oh come on, don’t play dumb with me mister”, she laughs back, poking a finger deep into your pot belly, “I know that if I just bought the size up they’d also be in the bin by Thanksgiving. You’re really starting to pork up!”. Cheeks a deep crimson you mumble agreement and hastily turn to your final gift, Olivia’s. It’s large, square, and heavy. You’re intrigued.

Pulling off the paper you read aloud the writing on the cardboard box underneath. ‘Heavy duty weighing scales...’. Attached to the front it a note written in your sister’s neat handwriting. ‘I thought you’d want to keep track of your weight as it keeps on increasing! Have a slice of cake for me fat boy. Olivia’. You hurriedly attempt to hide the note, but mom leans forward and takes it from your hand. “It seems your sister agrees!”, she giggles, patting your belly this time, the vibrations wobbling your generous love handles.

“Well it’s not like you’re getting any slimmer either”, you blurt back grumpily. Even as the words leave your mouth you’re surprised to hear yourself saying them. You never speak back to mother, ever.

You glance nervously at her face, but to your surprise its already broken into a wide grin. “I suppose you’re right!”, she laughs, “I’m the pot calling the kettle black!”. Her chins quiver with every chortle. “Come to think of it, I haven’t been able to use our old scales for quite some time. Too stingy a weight limit. Why don’t we take these for a quick test drive?”.

Before you can reply mother heaves herself up off the stool - a challenging feat accompanied by a heavy groan. You hastily unbox the scales as she waddles over. She gingerly steps onto them, and peers down at the digital display. Neck craning, she attempts to push her gut out of the way. “I can’t read it”, she admits finally, “my belly’s too big”.

You hurry over, putting one arm around mom’s enormous waist and using your other hand to lift her heavy paunch and peer at the display. ‘378 lbs’ blinks back at you. “Ummm, it says you’re 378...”, you say bashfully, embarrassed to have to tell your own mother just how fat she’d let herself become.

She whistles, impressed. “More than I’d thought, but I suppose with you around the house it can’t really be helped”. Your heart skips a beat. “Oh come on”, she says sweetly, “did you really think that you were being discreet?”.

Mother grins cheekily, steps down off the scales, and waddles over to the dining table and the large cake sitting patiently on its polished surface. ‘Creak’, the dining chair groans under her heft. “The long drawn out hugs, the daily trays of bakery desserts, the late night spying sessions and the soft ‘slap, slap, slap’ coming from the other side of the kitchen door as I ate. I’ve known for longer than you have silly - you’re into fattening me up”.

You splutter incoherently, unable to process the steamy, but fair, accusations. Mother ignores you and continues, “and you really should be more careful about locking your PC too. The other day I stumbled a rather graphic story you’d been reading about a boy who wanted to fatten up his Aunt”. She’s being oddly restrained - not angry or disappointed. Almost... excited? “And what appeared to be some sort of role-play about a young boy feeding his mom up to immobility. I couldn’t help but notice some obvious similarities in the plot to the two of us. Interesting given some of the naughty things that the two of them were doing...”. Your face is burning red by this point. Why was she telling you all this?

“You look like you might faint. Come and take a seat”, mother says sweetly, patting her wide lap. You stumble over, heart now racing, and gently lower yourself onto her thunderous thighs. Her soft flab is an exquisite cushion. Your cock throbs painfully. “You didn’t think that all I got you for your 18th birthday was those shorts did you?”, she smiles, “of course it wasn’t!”. Mother cups you cheek and strokes it tenderly. Before you have time to react she leans in. Your lips meet and you share a passionate kiss, your hands instinctively groping at her enormous oversized tits all the while.

“B... but... why?”, you splutter as she eventually pulls away. Was this all a dream? What had you possibly done to deserve all of this?

Mother giggles. “Oh, I don’t know, I suppose I like the attention. I see you staring at me, lusting over my body, desperate to touch me. Your dad hadn’t looked at me like that for years, and most men don’t find my rolls as hot as you clearly do...”. She brushes a hand over your bulging crotch. You moan, closing your eyes and shuddering with pleasure. She giggles again. “See, I have an effect on you. And I like eating, always have, always will. So I figured I’d let myself get fat, watch you go crazy with every pound. I guess this is the next natural step...”.

You kiss again, longer this time, more frenzied. She moans quietly as you nibble her lip. Your hands release her engorged breasts and snake their way down to her hips. If you can just slip you hand down the front of her panties...

“Tut tut, you greedy boy”, mother admonishes in a mock storm voice, tapping you gently on your nose, “where’s the fun if you don’t have to work for it? Your actual birthday gift is that I’m going to let you start feeding me”. She nods towards the large two tiered cake perched on its stand in the centre of the table. “You can feed me as much as you like, as often as you like. And when those scales show me a number over 500 pounds, well, then maybe I’ll let those hands wander a little further south...”.

Not needing to be told twice your hand delves into the cake, pulling out a hefty slice. The thick chocolate icing oozes between your fingers. Mother opens her mouth wide, expectant. This was going to be a rather pleasant birthday indeed...

>>1091 >>1092

As expected, the updates are fantastic. Please keep this going!

>>1092
Holy fuck my poor innocent dick is under attack
fantastic work
I think that mom>son>>>sister is the ideal feedee hierarchy
Jessica is going to be an interesting twist. She could be a fit to fat feedee as opposed to Olivia

>>1092
also inb4 it's a dream sequence

>>1092
>>1091
My personal assumption with the direction of this is that the sister will come back home to see her brother quite significantly larger than he was when she left, and have a little trouble containing herself

Idk how people think about this but what about a StrongFat sister? She gets fat from all the food and grows more muscle from taking care of her mom and brother.

Hi all,

The next chapter below.

I decided to opt for a bit of a middle ground with the sister - still fit but getting a little thicker with each chapter, culminating in a pawg body similar to the picture below. I may then take the epilogues to either extreme to satisfy each camp.

I’ve got 5 more chapters sketched out and then the epilogues after that. Let me know your thoughts!

12th April 2020
It has only been six weeks since you were placed on furlough and started self-isolating at home, but the impact on your figure is already plain as day.

COVID-19 and the ensuing global pandemic had put the brakes on any other plans you may have had. A holiday abroad to Europe with mother. A trip out of state to visit your best friend Jessica. Cancelled and quickly forgotten as your world was reduced to the boundaries of your five bedroom house, which you’ve shared with just mother for the last few months.

Olivia had left for college the previous Fall, and had not returned home since. However, despite her valiant attempt to live her best life away from her family she was begrudgingly on her way back today, the college having decided to temporarily close its campus. What she’ll find when she arrives probably won’t go down too well...

Ever since your birthday last year your life had taken a welcome but unexpected turn. True to her word mother had fully embraced your new role as her feeder. She made a regular point of begging you for food, always eating as much as she could and allowing you to hand feed her whenever you so desired. Late night stuffing sessions had become a regular occurrence, as had the use of your homemade feeding funnel. You’d bought so much ‘mass gainer 3000’ weight gain powder from an online body building store that you’d started receiving their fitness brochures in the mail. If only they knew what you were using it for...

The impact on mother had been as expected. Her already wide hips grew wider still, body bulging further outwards with every passing week. She revelled in her increased poundage, showing off her curves in increasingly revealing clothes around the house, never afraid to bend over in front of you and give you a flash of her cellulite-ridden ass. She’d also held you to your agreement, allowing you to feed but not fuck. The hefty blue balls you were currently supporting were a testament to her resolve. Monthly weigh-ins had her pushing 415 pounds, but still some way to go until you could get your hands on the goods.

What you hadn’t necessarily expected was the impact on your own body over this same period.

Thinking back it had all started with mom’s feeding. It hadn’t taken long before your hands were shovelling as much food into her mouth as your own. Mom had joked at the time, ‘I thought you were supposed to be fattening me up!’, ‘at this rate you’ll get to 500 pounds before I do!’, and you’d brushed it off as ridiculous bluster, but soon enough her premonitions had started to come true.

The combination of your weak will and the delicious unhealthy treats littered around the house was too much for your chunky body to handle. With every mouthful of cake or handful of chips your body ballooned. Your little pot belly had expanded and sunk into a heavy gut that covered most of your crotch, under which a flabby fat pad was steadily encroaching on your cock, swallowing it up. Your limbs had expanded and cratered with cellulite, and worst of all your fat ass and tits wouldn’t have looked out of place on an obese teenage girl.

Since the bakery shut down six weeks ago and you’d been confined to the house 24/7 the issue had only intensified. Your usual work snacking had been replaced by mom’s overzealous cooking, as you grazed absentmindedly on the various treats she prepared throughout the day. Sitting on your fat ass from dawn till dusk, playing games, watching tv, and eating, could only really have one result. You’d put on over 100 pounds in the year, and tipped the scales at a wobbling 300 pounds or so today.

And so to this morning. You open the door to the kitchen, expecting to see mother busying herself at the stove, but to your surprise the room is still and empty.

You enter and spot a note tacked to the front of the fridge, held in place by a decorative magnet - a memento from a family trip to a nearby theme park long ago. It’s of you, Olivia and your dad riding a log flume. Arms in the air, faces a mixture of terror and glee as you speed down the steep decline. Mother was noticeably absent from the shot, having been informed by the park employees that unfortunately she exceeded the safe weight limit for the ride. She’d settled instead for watching from the sidelines, enjoying a conciliatory ice cream or two.

The note reads, ‘I’ve popped out for brunch with your Aunt Beth. There are pancakes in the fridge - I made enough for me to have a snack later on, you don’t need to eat them all! Don’t forget that your sister is due home this morning. Love, mom’.

You open the fridge and instantly spot the leaning tower of pancakes perched dangerously atop your fridge’s abundance of food. You rescue the plate and grab a bottle of maple syrup and whipped cream for good measure. When in Rome, right?

Sitting yourself down at the table you pour syrup and cream liberally atop the pancakes. You’d quickly polish off half the stack before Olivia gets home, leaving the rest for mother when she’s back from brunch - can’t let her miss out on these precious calories. You desperately need to plump her up to 500 pounds before your blue balls explode!

Licking your lips greedily you raise your fork and are about to dig in when you hear footsteps growing louder from the entrance hall. Mother couldn’t have eaten brunch that quickly, which could only mean...

“Hey bro”, a familiar voice calls from the doorway.

Olivia’s full height stretches almost to the top of the door frame, all 6 foot something leaning casually against it as she gives you a broad grin. Her long blonde hair looks vibrant and sun-kissed, cascading over her shoulders and tickling the top of her generous bosom. She’s wearing an oversized jumper emblazoned with the name of her college and a pair of trendy sweat pants on her bottom half - every part the chilled-out student. A broad smile greets you as she saunters into the room, dropping her bag on the floor as she makes her way towards the dining table.

She stops just short and gives you a long look up and down. “Well, you’ve certainly plumped up whilst I’ve been away. What has our sow of a mother been feeding you? Heavy cream straight from the trough by the look of that ass”. You squirm, already enjoying her teasing far more than you knew you should, your cock standing to attention almost instantly.

Olivia’s squats down to your level. Her pretty oval face looks pitifully at your much rounder one. She snakes her hands over your body, pausing on your belly to give it a rough shake, and your tits to give them a playful squeeze. “Hmmmm, you really have turned into the perfect little piggy whilst I’ve been partying and getting laid at college. Hard to believe we were cut from the same cloth”, she jibes, “and it looks like you’re about to tuck into quite the mountain of pancakes too. I don’t think that’s going to help your weight problem...”.

Your panting is laboured and heavy, cock pressing painfully against the fabric of your pants. You’re quickly becoming overcome by the heat of the situation, but can’t help but think of the arrangement you have with mother. Was this... cheating?

No, you conclude, so long as mother wasn’t putting out then enjoying some extracurricular fun with your sister was fair game. Besides it’s not like you’re actually that attracted to her - she’s too fit and muscular for your tastes - but there was something about her teasing that was so immensely and overwhelmingly... hot. A devilish thought crosses your mind. You can’t help yourself. “M... maybe you could... f... feed me?”, you whimper nervously, certain that she’ll simply tell your pervy ass to waddle off to your room.

Olivia’s face is inscrutable as she digests your proposal. “So... I was right”, she says after what feels like an age, every word carefully chosen. “You’re obviously not getting any action and the only place you can turn to is your own flesh and blood. That’s so... pathetic. And to top it all off you’re actually getting off on becoming morbidly obese”. Her words are cutting, but curiously her expression belies a hunger that you’ve seen once before, when you were groping at her tits last summer. You gaze into her deep blue eyes, wondering what’s going on in that mind of hers.

“Mmmppff!”. A forkful of pancake is stuffed roughly into your mouth. You choke it down, eyes wide as you see Olivia’s hand holding the fork and already diving in for a second helping. “What-?”, you start, but are cut off by the second serving passing your lips. It’s laden with cream, delicious and fattening. You gulp it down.

“You asked to be fed, so shut up and eat your meal like a good little piggy”, Olivia replies, spooning another serving into your open mouth. An orgasmic pleasure pulses through your body. Was this what mother felt when you hand fed her? It was... incredible. You greedily slurp down fork after fork, the tightness in your belly intensifying with each fevered bite.

“I was going to leave half for mother...”, you mumble, as you realise to your surprise that the stack has reached it’s halfway point. Usually you’d be too full to continue, but drunk on your sister’s power you’re unwilling to give in.

Olivia snorts derisively, “you think that whale really needs any more food? No, better you do her a favour and polish this off so her fat ass can’t. Besides, I know you don’t want me to stop...”. She flutters her eyelids, a seductive smile crossing her perfect lips. You open your mouth expectantly and the feeding continues.

Cream smears around your face as you force down the final few bites. Your clothes are a mess from the remnants that have fallen down your top as you desperately chewed. With a clatter of metal on china the fork is discarded and the once mighty stack of pancakes reduced to just a syrup stained plate. You lean back and cradle your bloated gut. It takes a minute or so for you to catch your breath, and when you finally do all you can manage is a deep rumbling “uuuuurrrrrp!”.

Olivia deftly wipes a splodge of cream from your stained top and licks her finger. “Mmmmm, not bad, I don’t usually touch the sweet stuff, it can be havoc on a young girl’s figure! But this is really good. I can see why you got so fat bro”, she laughs, jiggling your bloated belly, causing you to bleach loudly again. “You’re looking like a bit of a mess, let’s go and get you cleaned up before mom gets home”.

Before you can respond Olivia’s surprisingly strong arms grasp your much flabbier ones and lift you out of the chair. She guides you from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into your main family bathroom.

The recently redecorated room is looking resplendent in the glow of the early morning sunshine. A large roll topped bath sits at one end of the room, a walk in shower the other. Both had been specifically requested by mother to ‘comfortably fit her big wobbling bottom’, much to the sniggers of the builders undertaking the work. Nevertheless they have done as directed, and both could support asses even as elephantine as your mother’s. For now...

You’re brought back to earth from your daydream by the feeling of hands around your waist, unbuttoning your pants. “What...?”, you mumble, but before you can protest your sister has pulled down your pants and is already going to work on your top. Before you know what’s happened you’re standing naked in front of her.

“Go on, get yourself cleaned up piggy”, she commands. Cock rock hard you waddle obediently towards the shower. You feel your moon-like cheeks slapping together with every step. “Mmmmm, look at the wobble on that ass”, Olivia giggles, “talk about a wide load!”.

You enter the shower and close the door behind you. The morning so far had been equal parts surprising and overwhelming. You desperately need to rub one out - more than you ever have in your life. “Oh- ohhhh”, you moan as you pinch the tip of your penis, even that’s almost too much. You close your eyes and start to stroke, certain that sweet relief will come any second now...

“Mind if I join you?”. You almost jump out of your skin. Swivelling around you see a hand reaching through the open shower door.

Words escape you as Olivia’s bare-naked body steps in behind you, squeezing into the empty space. The shower was large enough for two, but hadn’t exactly been designed with the two of you in mind. Between your corpulence and your sister’s height there isn’t much room to spare, and your bodies are forced to press up against one another, skin on skin. A fact that’s made all the more difficult by some surprising changes to her physique.

Previously hidden by her baggy clothes you hadn’t noticed until now, but your sister was looking a little... thicker. She hadn’t ballooned like you’d secretly hoped, but there was definitely less definition in her muscles than you remember. Hips a little wider, legs a little chunkier, tits plumped up to an even more impressive size. She wasn’t a fully fledged fatty, but she certainly hadn’t been quite so on top of her diet and fitness as she’d had you believe,

“Well, are you just going to stand there gawking at me like a confused toddler or are you going to give me a wash?”, she says in a commanding tone. Your eyes tear away from her plump nipples. Fumbling with the body lotion you pour a liberal amount into each palm.

You know what you’re doing is wrong, but it feels so... right. You gently squeeze her hips, feeling a pleasant inch or so of flab beneath your fingers, and start to caress her body. Sure enough her musculature is still very much there - she’d absolutely destroy you in any test of strength or endurance - but a persistent layer of fat has softened her body to the touch. Reaching around her backside you groan as you bounce her weighty cheeks in each hand, wishing you could spin her around, spread them wide and...

“Mmmmm”, she moans, biting her lip and looking at you with an inviting expression, “you like that don’t you? You want my body, and you want me to enable your morbid obesity. You want me to feed you until you can’t even waddle out of bed. Isn’t that right?”.

“Y... yes”, you stutter back.

“I’ll tell you what then”, she whispers in your ear, “if you let me fatten you until you’re completely immobile up I’ll let you touch me wherever you want... whenever you want...”. She takes your hand and guides it down between her legs, letting your fingers brush against her damp pussy. You stroke her warm folds, already wet with cum.

You whimper, attempting to hold back the tide, but you’re not strong enough. Your blue balls explode, cum gushing from your partially buried sausage and spraying over her upper thighs. You shudder and groan, your flabby tits shaking as you pump a deluge of cum onto her thick body, far more than could ever be soaked up by a bunch or tissues or misused sock.

Olivia looks down on you with a pitying expression. “Seriously, has it been that long since you touched something other than your own cock that you blow your load after two seconds? I wouldn’t exactly say I’m satisfied...”. She wipes your cum off her leg. You hang your head in embarrassment and shame.

She steps out of the shower and walks towards the door. You finally get a clear view of her naked ass. Two thick cheeks shaking violently with every step - chunky with a little cellulite starting to appear around the crease between her ass and thighs. Her tight glutes had become a fat booty of the finest proportions. Your sister was getting thicc.

She grabs a towel and shuts the door behind her.

You stand alone in the shower, eyes closed and head bowed under the steamy water until you catch your breath. The realisation that you are now in a pseudo relationship with both your mother and your sister is almost too hot to handle, let alone that they were willing to entertain your feeder and feedee proclivities alike. But they can never find out about each other, you decide, better to keep a separation of church and state. You can’t imagine the ruckus it would cause if they realised you’d been playing both sides.

How long could you keep it up for? Well, only time, and your waistline, would tell...

>>1118
wow I'm checking this thread more regularly than I ever have. keep up the good work! you're tapping into an underrepresented niche that isn't represented ANYWHERE elsw

>>1118
This was awesome man! Really like this family triangle.

Forewarning I'm a little drunk and apologize about any spelling errors. Hope this is enjoyable.


I woke up smothered by fat. Alice's heavy body pinning me to the couch, I did my best to maneuver her belly and breasts away from me, just enough to escape.
Finally freeing myself, I realized how sticky and sweaty I was, and was thankful Alice was asleep as my morning-wood threatened to tear a hole through my jeans.
Getting into the shower, I turned on the water, hissing as the cold spray splashed me immediately.

I needed to calm the erection down, but as the water slowly turned warm and then a nice steamy hot, I couldn't help but imagine my aunt's massive tits smothering my face, thinking what it would be like to suckle on her teats as I massaged her numerous rolls of blubber. Once again, my erection was at full mast, and I doubt cold water could even push it away.

'Well...' Thinking to myself. 'At least I can jack off without Alice noticing...'

Suffice to say, it was a nice shower. Calmed down, I went back into the living room and looked at the clock. Realizing Alice should be awake by now, I decided the best course of action would probably be to cook breakfast, knowing that Aunt Alice would most likely appreciated the effort. I was here to help her after all... The hour went by as I started making about 4 Omelettes, one with simple cheese (mainly that one was for me) and then another I decided to use my knowledge of Binging with Babish videos to create some truly delicious creations. Like clockwork, Alice began to stir.

"Mmmmm, Wow, that smells amazing sug~" She said as she stretched.

Her bingo wings only acentuated my attraction to her obesity due to the fact I imagined what it was like to slide my cock between them. Thankfully there was an Island separating us. It only took a few more minutes for me to finish cooking and Alice to finish stretching before she began trying to lift herself from the couch.

"Hang on Alice, how bout I bring the food to you?" I said.

I took the first two plates to her and set them down on the coffee table, making sure she had both a knife and fork.She smiled at me, her beautiful eyes almost seeing through me as she focused on the wonderful aroma of cooked breakfast.

"Well aren't you the gentleman? If I didn't know any better I would think you would be trying to fatten me up!" She said jokingly.

I simply smiled and thought of all the most disgusting things I could think of to suppress my erection. Alice began digging in quickly as I brought both a 3rd plate for her, and a glass of whole milk. Once my dear Aunt was situatated, I began digging in to my own cheese omlette, passing the time by occasionally asking Alice how my cooking was and if she needed a refill of milk or OJ.

Breakfast passed surprisingly quickly, both of us simply enjoying good food and each-other's company.

"By the way Sug, I have to ask, you said that there were people who were into to ol' gals like me, right?" She said, before sipping on some milking.

"Uh, yeah? There definitely on the internet. Plus, I've heard there are a few sites and message boards dedicated to things like that too..."

"Well," she said, "You wouldn't happen to be into big girls, now would you?" She gave me a smirk.

The awkward silence only did wonders to my anxiety, which decided the roof wasn't strong enough to hold it's power.

"Uuhhh, w-why do you ask?" I said.

"Because you were tossin' and turning something mighty fearce Thomas, and while this belly of mine can't feel too much, sounds like you were having a pretty good dream of a pretty big woman!" She giggled at my red face as I tried to look away in shame.

"Now Sugar, there's no need to be embarrassed now. I definitely know your mom has known for a while. Hell, I remember when she called me up to tell me about it! She was laughing at the things she found in the search history, ha!"

Alice was full on laughing now, and the fact that my mother knew about my fetish did NOT make my embarrassment easier. Taking a breather, Alice looked back at me.

"Alright, I think I've had my fun, do you mind helping your ol' Aunty up?" She asked.

I walked on over to the couch. Grabbing both her hands, I heaved with all my might as she rocked back and forth, her rolls of flesh squishing and relaxing with each rock, her belly grazing the carpet, her breasts squishing together to make an almost never-ending cavern of flab. Why did my aunt have to be this hot?

Finally, with one final heave, Alice managed to get herself to her feet. Out of breath and panting, she leaned some of her weight on me as she caught her breath.

"Thanks Thomas, much easier now that I have a strong, handsome man around the house!" She said, as she began waddling to the bathroom.

Her ass was a shelf to say the least. Two massive bean-bag sized globes of flesh smashing and smoothing against each other with each move of her legs. What I would give to stick my dick between them. Alas, my perverted thoughts were stopped as soon as she went into the bathroom.

Great, now I'm horny again.



(Long story short, Mead is pretty fucking good.)

>>1150
Fucking poggers dude, you're really hyping up the eventual action really well and I'm looking forward to it

>>1150
Hell yeah man, I been waiting for this to be continued. Nice work as usual

25th December 2020
By the time Christmas rolled around the restrictions had largely been lifted. A vaccine was due out in the new year, which should enable a return to something like normality.

You’d lost your job at the bakery once the lockdown had ended - the owner having decided it was the right time to finally shut up shop and retire - and you hadn’t worked a day since. Money wasn’t an issue of course, as mother bankrolled your enviable lifestyle. How many teens could sit around playing video games or sunning in their backyard pool all day long without reproach? It was a tough life, but someone had to do it.

The only stress that no amount of money could shake was the double dipping you were doing with your nearest and dearest. Thankfully both your mother and sister were careful not to be too obvious around one another, so your secrets had so far remained just that, but the fear remained ever present in your day-day life. Whether mother’s requests to be fed or your sister’s wandering hands, every day was a new opportunity to explore and expose your ever-deepening fetishes.

Your eyes open groggily, squinting in the sunlight streaming through a crack in your curtains. Gazing blearily at your clock you see that it’s already 12:30pm. It had been a late night - mother shaking you awake and 2am to invite you for a hearty midnight snack. The two of you had snuck downstairs (or at least as sneakily as two enormous blubber balls on creaky floorboard could be) and polished off a large tray of brownies in the glow of your kitchen fridge. The stark similarities to your teenage voyeuring trips had not escaped your notice.

Having stumbled back to bed half an hour later with an overstuffed belly it had taken you quite a while to drift back to sleep. When you did you dreamt of mother stepping on the scales, her big blubbery body finally pumped up to over 500 pounds. You recall her hungry expression, taking you by the hand and guiding your through the house, laying down on her king-sized bed, her vast thighs opening wide to reveal...

Whilst you’d usually have sat in bed for most of the day, requesting food deliveries from your sister and graciously accepting hand-jobs for finishing your meals, today you know that you can’t afford such luxuries. It was Christmas Day, and whilst Olivia had left early to go skiing with friends your mother would still be cooking for three. Having missed out due to COVID earlier in the year you’d invited your best friend Jessica down to spend Christmas at your place. You hadn’t seen her face-to-face in a couple of years, and you’re not sure quite how she’ll react to the obvious changes in your physique over this time. The thought of her shock and awe is already turning you on far more than it should.

With a groan you heave yourself out of bed and stumble towards the bathroom. You’re naked, but not concerned about flashing anyone, as your ever increasing corpulence had reached a new milestone - your cock is permanently covered by your soft bulging fupa, buried somewhere deep below. Besides, your family is more than accustomed to your fleshy body jiggling about the place.

You push open the bathroom door, yawning as you waddle inside. You’ll feel better once you’ve had a nice long shower...

“It’s polite to knock before you enter the bathroom you know”, mother says sweetly, her back turned as she applies make-up in the mirror, “you never know what state of undress the person on the other side might be in. I thought I’d raised you better”.

Mother’s weighty ass is bare and on display only a few feet in front of you. You’ve been acutely aware of her ever spreading lower-half, which had borne the brunt of her steady weight gain, but haven’t been able to sneak a peak of it in the flesh until now. And it is rather fleshy indeed!

The sheer size of mother’s ass, which is equal parts wide, heavy and sagging, is breathtaking. Her butt crack is tall and deep, her fat cheeks bulging ever further away from her pelvis and making the trench to get there ever deeper. There’s a crease along the underside of her buttocks where their sheer weight forces them to hang down, which spreads all the way around to the outside of her thigh, creating a perfect bulbous bubble butt. You resist the under to lunge forwards and bend her over, jamming what’s left of your cock into her ass, and instead settle for biting your bottom lip and groaning quietly.

Mother turns around. “Enjoying the view?”, she giggles, “don’t think I’ve forgotten what I saw in your internet history. I know you like your girls with some extra cushion. A bit of... jiggle?”. She shakes her hips, letting her saddlebags wobble for a few seconds after she stops.

“Mmmpf... yes...” you groan, painfully aware of the throbbing erection underneath your fat pad. Why did she insist of teasing you like this?

“Well don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”, she replies with a knowing smile, “I’m not going to go shouting around town that my only son is a big fat chubby chaser. Though, come to think of it, big girls are probably the only ones that would want to go out with you now right? I mean it’s not like you have a lot in common with the skinny little things you see all over TV, is it? I doubt they eat like you do!”.

Mother laughs and waddles towards the towel rack. Her cheeks shake like jelly, great tsunamis of flab crashing over their surface. Your mind wanders momentarily. You imagine rushing forwards and burying yourself in between her crack. Feeling the soft, warm blubber enveloping your face, hand groping at the abundance of ass...

She takes a large bath towel and wraps it around her, obscuring her cellulite covered skin from view. “Now you’re here you might as well make yourself useful. Come and help me see what the damage is”. Mother gestures towards the heavy duty weighing scales that Olivia bought you last Christmas.

More than happy to oblige you take mother’s hand and guide her up onto the scales. They creak under her weight, and the display flashes into life. ‘437 pounds’, its frank response, which you relay nervously.

“I’m becoming quite the heifer aren’t I?”, she laughs, “you’re a naughty boy for fattening up mommy so much!”. Her hand arcs through the air and delivers a gentle slap to your fupa. You feel your fat pad pressing down on your cock. The tip extra-sensitive and desperate to be rubbed. Mother had to have noticed your hard on hiding beneath, right? If she did she doesn’t show it, as instead she continues, “right, now it’s your turn”.

You freeze, mind processing what mother had just said. “B... but, that’s not p...part of our deal”., you stammer back, looking nervously into her deep blue eyes.

Mother steps down and ushers you onto the scales. “I know, but it hasn’t escaped my notice that of the two of us it’s your big wobbly bottom that’s growing the quickest. Food disappearing mysteriously from the fridge, clothes bursting at the seams, the piles of empty plates and discarded wrappers strewn around your gaming chair? I think someone’s got a bit of a weight problem, hmmm?”.

You squirm and nod in agreement, I mean, it was hard to deny given the current state of your body. You step on obediently. The scales bleep back a response, but as expected when you look down you’re far too fat to see over the crest of your belly.

“Well, well, well”, mother says thoughtfully, “you really have been putting your hand in the family cookie jar, haven’t you? My little boy’s porked up to a big fat 359 pounds”.

Your heart pounds in your chest. You knew you’d gained weight, but hadn’t in your wildest dreams thought it was that much. That’s almost as heavy as mother had been when this all began. At this rate you’ll reach 500 pounds before she does!

“You look shocked darling”, mother says after a moment’s silence. “This can’t be a surprise. I mean, everyone’s noticed. Aunt Beth couldn’t believe it when I showed her a photo of you the other week. ‘What have you been feeding him?’, that’s what she said. But we know the truth don’t we? That you gorged yourself to this weight all on your own. My skinny boy has grown into an obese young man. And you know what...? I kind of like it”. She winks at you and gives your fat pad one last pat before leaving the room.

You take a moment to catch your breath before jumping in the shower. The enormous puddle of cum that splats onto the shower floor a minute later is a testament to how hot you’d found that interaction. You turn the temperature down until you’ve cooled off.

Once out and towelled you waddle back to your room and attempt to find some clothes that fit. You’ve just about squeezed into the only pair of sweatpants that will support your vast wobbling ass when the doorbell chimes distantly from downstairs. “Could you get that please darling?”, mother’s voice calls shortly thereafter.

You waddle downstairs, accurately aware just how thinly stretched your t-shirt and sweats are. Skin tight, they hug every curve, showing off your cellulite-ridden body underneath. Your perky torpedo tits bounce with every step. You wish that you’d thought to put on a bra - something you’d recently taken to doing when leaving the house - but now it was too late to change. Besides, you’ve properly gone up another cup size and it likely wouldn’t fit anyway.

Lumbering towards the front door you take a deep, calming breath and reach for the polished brass handle.

Jessica is stood on your doorstep, looking off serenely into the distance. Neither of you have social media, so aside from messages and voice chat haven’t seen one another in a good couple of years. Happily she looks just like you remember. Her light brown hair is long and curly, reaching all the way down to below her chest, which much to her annoyance had always been rather flat. Jessica had always shared your unenthusiasm for sports and exercise, but being a staunch vegetarian her diet was a lot healthier, and consequently her body was as thin as it had ever been. Come to think of it her arms look about as thick as your wrist...

She turns to greet you and your heart lifts at the sight of her familiar, bookish face - a heart shaped jaw, button nose, eyes magnified by the strength of her prescription glasses. It’s like looking into your childhood. But Jessica, it quickly becomes apparent, does not feel the same way about you.

Her mouth drops open, revealing a slightly crooked set of teeth. Eyes bulge wide, a hand thrusts towards the door frame to steady herself. She looks aghast at your body. “What...? how...? You’re so...”, she mumbles, unable to collect her thoughts into a coherent sentence. After a good look up and down your figure she just about manages to blurt out, “fat!”.

You feel your cheeks turning bright red. That hadn’t taken long... “Ummmm, well, why don’t you come inside? We can chat in my room”. You step inside and usher the still stunned Jessica into your hall and close the door behind her. She dumps her large green duffel bag by your entrance table and follows you upstairs. You’re acutely aware of her eyes on your jiggling ass cheeks as you go.

Once safely in your room you sink into your extra-wide pc chair and catch your breath. The specialist seat was a practical necessity after your last chair broke underneath you during a lengthy gaming session. A trip to the shops and a few panicked minutes wedged embarrassingly into a display chair had cemented the requirement. Now though, its presence in your room only served to make the next conversation even more challenging.

Before you can say a word Jessica’s hands clasped around the bottom of your t-shirt and lift it roughly over your head. You feel the tight underside clinging to your hefty tits. They slap audibly on your belly when it finally passes over.

Jessica steps back and takes in your topless body. “Dude... what have your done to yourself?”, she says in disbelief, “you were always so skinny. Weak, sure, but thin as a rail”. Her soft hands pinch a roll of belly fat and give it a cautious shake, as if testing whether it was real. “I can’t believe you’ve let yourself get so... wobbly”.

You clear you throat nervously. “Maybe I’ve put on a few pounds since we last saw each other, but I’m not that fat...”, you reply, voice cracking awkwardly and rather undermining your point.

“Not that fat?! Dude, you’re fucking obese!”, Jessica scoffs back, grabbing two heavy handfuls of moob and squeezing them. “These tits are bigger than mine!”. She wasn’t wrong - Jessica had never been what you’d describe as ‘busty’, and your generous bosom certainly outranked hers in every aspect. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but... damn, I just hadn’t prepared myself for you to have gotten so chunky. Is everything okay?”.

Her hands bounce your breasts, fingers innocently brushing against your nipples. They had been getting increasingly sensitive of late for reasons you still can’t quite put your finger on. The feeling sends shivers of pleasure down your spine. “Ohhhhh, ohhhh god”, you moan, leaning into Jessica, hoping she’d rub them harder. Unfortunately her disgusted look and hastily retracted hands make her position quite clear.

You blush again. “Oh, sorry, I ummm... guess I quite like being... ummm, fat”. It was the first time you’d made the admission out loud, and something you’d been stewing on for quite a while. Far from being ashamed at your increased size you’d instead revealed in it - inviting teasing and humiliation at every chance as a way of getting off. As your lust for mother’s big, wide ass grew so did your love of your own body. You’d grope at your rolls, masturbate to daydreams of getting even larger, and revel in your unashamed gluttony. It was really no surprise that your were blowing up like a water balloon.

Jessica sits down on the edge of your bed and digests the revelation. “Huh, well isn’t that something”, she says eventually, “I guess that explains... this”. She gestures vaguely at your morbidly obese body. “I mean, I’m not going to say I’m not weirded out by it, because I am. But, I suppose it is 2020, and uh... live and let live?”. She finally cracks a smile and rushes forwards to give you a tight hug. Her petite body sinks deep into your folds. “I’ve missed you dude. And I guess at least you’re a lot more cuddly than you used to be!”, she giggles.

With the elephant out of the room (proverbially if not literally), the mood quickly improves. You while away the next couple of hours getting the down-low on Jessica’s life, chatting your usual mix of pop culture and current affairs, and split-screening Goldeneye on your old N64. You’ve almost forgotten what day it is when mother’s voice echoes up the stairs, “kids, lunch time!”.

You head downstairs with Jessica in tow. As you reach the hall the delicious smells wafting through the dining room door have already got you salivating. Turning into the room you’re presented with a feast of biblical proportions. A full turkey crown, mounded bowls of crispy roast potatoes, sausages wrapped in bacon - it was very clearly far too much food for just three dinner guests. Jessica whistles, impressed, over your shoulder.

At that moment mother waddles into the room with a steaming jug of gravy. Her arm fat jiggles with every heavy step, shown off in its full glory in her sleeveless dress. Even you have to admit it’s too revealing - far too short for a woman of her age, and far too tight for a woman of her size! She resembles an overstuffed sausage about to burst.

“Oh, Mrs K... you’re looking... errrm... healthy?”, Jessica stutters through rosy cheeks, as she attempt to find the appropriate adjective to describe your corpulent mother.

Mother places the gravy down on the table and laughs heartily, her body wobbling with every breath. “You don’t have to mince your words around me Jessica - what you meant to say is that I’m looking fat! I’m sure you had a similar thought about my son when you first saw him too. Ever since his dad left we’ve been raiding the fridge together!”. She pulls out a chair and plops back into it, her vast saddlebags drooping over its edges. The wood creaks and cracks ominously.

After mother has finished saying grace the three of you plate up and dig in. You certainly don’t need convincing to stuff yourself today - this meal was fantastic!

The chat is as free flowing as the drink, your wine glass mysteriously refilling itself when your back is turned, and it isn’t long before you’re feeling a pleasant combination of tipsy and stuffed.

“Phew!”, Jessica pants, “that was really good Mrs K, I had no idea you were such a good cook. I couldn’t eat another... uurrrpp... bite. Oops, pardon me...”. She discards her cutlery in defeat and leans back in her chair. Breaths heavy as she attempts to find a comfortable position. She caresses her bloated tummy, unbuttoning the top of her shirts to release the pressure.

“Oh it’s a pleasure dear”, mother replies through a mouthful of roast potato, “I’m sure if you ever moved in we’d have you waddling about the place before you knew it. But I see you haven’t left any room for dessert, which means more for the rest of us!”. There’s a glint in mother”s eye that you’ve seen before, back when she first kissed you. Your heart starts to beat faster with nervous anticipation.

Mother finishes her mouthful, pushes away her now empty plate, and heaves herself up from the table. Her heavy footsteps plod into the kitchen, and you can’t help but sneak a glance at her thick and bumpy thighs shaking into the distance. Waves of jelly ripple underneath her dress, hypnotising you. Jessica snaps you back to the room, “uhhh, dude, were you just checking out your mom’s ass?”.

“I... uhhh... no, of course not”, you splutter, red faced. Jessica regards you with an expression that makes it clear she doesn’t believe you, but before she can press any further you mother reappears holding a box of Crispy Kreme doughnuts.

“It’s not much”, she concedes as she plops back into her too-small chair, “I didn’t have the energy to bake anything myself with all the other food prep going on, but I thought I’d fancy something sweet for after, and I was right!”. She places the box down in front of you. “But my arms are getting a little tired, would you mind doing the honours darling?”.

Mother was asking you to hand feed her. Not an unusual request in this household, but it normally took place in private away from Olivia’s prying eyes. The idea of doing it in front of Jessica was so... hot. You snatch up a greasy doughnut, shuffle your chair next to hers, and thrust it into her mouth.

She groans and moans with pleasure - sexual noises, meant for the bedroom not the dining room. After gobbling it down you reach for another. You catch Jessica’s face across the table in the corner of your eye, aghast at the scene unfolding before her. Even now you’re sure that she’s putting two and two together - the immense weight gain, your wandering eyes, the feeding, the groaning...

Beneath the table you feel something creeping up your leg. It’s mother’s hand, her plump fingers tickling your soft inner thigh. They curl around the waistband of your sweatpants, forcing your belly out of the way, and slink along your soft, thick fat pad.

This certainly hadn’t happened before. Outside of the odd kiss and gentle flirtations mother had kept to her word, and your blue balls had sought solace in your sister instead. Was it the wine, or perhaps the prospect of being found out by Jessica, that was making an exception of today? You don’t really have time to think about it, for at that moment her hand finally finds your buried cock.

Even fully erect your cock is now surrounded on all sides by blubber, only the very top able to poke out from its fleshy prison, and likely not for much longer. Her finger starts to circle gently around your tip. You shudder, the orgasmic pleasure sending shivers through your body. You want to cry out, but settle instead for biting your lip and moaning softly.

“You okay dude?”, Jessica asks, a mixture of concern and morbid curiosity in her voice.m she must not be able to see mother’s wandering hands.

You desperately fight to keep your voice under control. “Yeah.... I’m... all... good... ohhhhh”, you groan, failing miserably. You thrust another doughnut into mother’s mouth, who chomps down greedily.

Mother starts pumping your fat pad with her hand. The generous layer of blubber is tight around your cock, and it feels almost like it used to when you could actually masturbate properly. Had you got so fat that you could fuck yourself? The very thought brings to the edge of climax.

You desperately try to distract yourself, shovelling more doughnuts into mouther’s face, but her plump hands pump your fat pad even harder, one wandering finger still rubbing your ultra-sensitive tip.

“Ohhh... ohhhhhh!”, you cry out, hands instinctively moving to your tits and rubbing your rock hard nipples. Cum pumps into your sweatpants, drenching the light grey fabric and mother’s hand with it. She continues to massage your fat pad, oiling up your crotch and eking out every last ounce of pleasure as she pinches the tip of your buried cock.

Jessica jumps up from the table just as mother’s hand retracts slyly from your sweatpants. You notice her wiping it on her napkin, out of sight. “Dude, what’s going...”, Jessica begins, but stops dead as she walks around the table and sees your cum stained sweatpants. She looks aghast at mother, “oh my god, did he just...?”.

“Cum himself? Blow his load? Bust a nut? Certainly looks that way!”, mother giggles, “my poor boy hasn’t been getting a lot action since he started piling on the pounds - I guess that girls these days don’t like men with bigger titties than they have. It only natural that he’d start to crave something closer to home. He’s always asking to hand feed me food, sneaking a peek at me in the shower, watching my ass as I walk on by. I think this naughty schoolboy has a bit of a crush on his teacher if you know what I mean!”.

Jessica looks down on you with a pitiful expression. Her eyes move from your cum stained crotch to your hands still circling your side-plate sized areolas. “I, ummmm... I’m gonna head out for a bit. There may be a friend who I can stay with whilst I’m down here. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with all of... this”, she says, waving a hand between yourself and mother. Before you can reply she’s already heading for the door.

You slump even further back in the chair and fight to catch your breath. Mother giggles from beside you. “My big fat boy is getting a little kinky isn’t he? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you liked being humiliated in front of your friend”. You nod meekly. “Well, consider that an early Christmas present, because from now on I’m holding you to your deal - you need to get me above 500 pounds before any more funny business!”. She knocks back the remainder of her wine glass and waddles out of the room.

Without hesitation you snatch the box of doughnuts, which is still about half full, and start shovelling them greedily into your mouth...

Amazing. It would be interesting to see a prologue from the point of view of the best friend after the story is concluded. From how you seem to be progressing it, it almost looks like the main character is getting a harem of his sister and mother, with maybe a possibility of the best friend (though if you're not going for this then that it completely reasonable.)
Especially if the mom is fine with the son being a blob of fat.

wow that was super hot, as always. i wonder what you're going to do with jessica next. you've got some good prose with fat boy here, and i am genuinely curious to see what happens next.

>>1191

Oh shit that was hot. Hope to see more of the normie best friend getting caught up in feedist shenanigans

>>1191
that, uh, really didn't go where I was expecting. Sort of uncomfortable, even for me.

Still, seems like other people liked it, and it's your story so...

I decided that this moment I would let my perverted desires taste its mighty goal. Waiting for just a few minutes, I knew Alice would be in her large shower. Completely nude... I refocused from my cravings after hearing the spray of water start through the door in front of me. Turning the nob slowly, as if time itself was slowing down, I created the crevice to see my treasure, my massive, curvy, obese, sexy ass aunt.

The room's white tiles reflected a lot through the mist. The room was similar to a sauna, with my jiggly aunt replacing the coals.
And in this room, lie my recent and most important desire. Her humongous frame would brush the shower curtains whenever she had to maneuver one of her many folds. Lifting part of her side fat, she maneuvered a long brush to scrub between her folds. My aunt was obese, but she still did enough to take care of herself.
I was exceptionally hard when she leaned forward; chair creaking in agony to support a weight it once thought was possible. She heaved her belly, the heaviest of folds squishing together to form more crevices and rolls. She maneuvered the brush underneath her gut, and with a few grunts and groans, she sighed in satisfaction.

No way... She wouldn't be, right? My aunt's fold-covered arms started twirling the brush beneath her sumo-like frame. She would sigh, then, after a forceful push, moan in ecstasy. If I was outside the door completely, I might not have heard it. She was masturbating. And now, so am I.

My hand was moving fast, as I didn't want to get caught. The thrill of my horrendous actions driving me near-comatose as I viewed my aunt's jiggly folds. She was wobbling now. Her other hand groping and squishing; tits, then ass, finally groping at her massive gut. Why? Why did she have to be into this? Why do I have to be into her?
These questions flowed through my mind. I wante-No-NEEDED to be with her. I remember my crush. How her squishiness felt as she would hold me. How I would use her breasts as pillows; so large, so soft. I remember the hugs, where my hands couldn't even reach around her mighty, fatty waist.
I remember it all. And now, as a man, I will make her mine. Even if morally it's wrong; am I to judge myself, when it is God who made thy flesh? Fuck it, tried the damn god speech and it started killing my massive erection. Thinking about her fleshy, gigantic body was way more effective.
Minutes ticked by as we both helped our bodily, sexual desires. Pleasuring ourselves, with only myself knowing of another pervert. How am I going to do this? Do I actually think I can seduce my aunt? She seemed to be a little strange at times. And her calling me 'handsome' didn't slip by me. But if I go down this path, what will happen?
I was close, the precum leaking out my cock. It seemed my aunt was getting there too; moans and groans turning to 'Hhhhhmms' and 'OoooOOooohs'. She was just pumping the Brush now; I don't think it could penetrate her. Possibly, she was masturbating with her own fat? A massive fupa; a pat pad hiding her eager vagina that was desperate for attention.
Finally, it happened. If only I could have predicted the worst possible outcome...
I came, my spurts shooting only at the invisible corner near the door. A place nobody really pays attention to. Especially not my humongous erotic Aunt Alice. And at the same time as this euphoric state was occurring, my Aunt had reached her own climax. Her folds spasming and jiggling violently. The poor chair seemed just about done. And it was with one small hop of her massive ass, the chair gave up.
The crack was loud, louder than her pleasurable noises. The gasp as gravity took over, turning my lovely Alice into a meteor. The Earth that was the floor glinted her pillowy frame growing larger and larger, the closer it got. When her body made contact, the shaking made me fall back, opening the door slightly more.
"AAH! T-THOMAS, HELP! I, I BROKE THE DAMN CHAIR!" My Aunt was covering her large breasts with one hand, her other preoccupied with not sobbing at the embarrassing moment. I got up, having fallen at the thud. I ran over, thankful my shoes didn't slip on the slick floor. Alice was crying softly, tears intermixed with drops of the shower spray. I approached her, not caring my clothes were getting wet and grabbed her armpits, my hands being swallowed by her mass bingo wings.
"Alice! Listen, we need to get you up and into bed. Okay? We need to make sure you didn't break anything." Alice nodded, her sobbing turning groans and moans. Sadly, not of pleasure.
Doing our same routine, I got her to her legs. Her yelp of pain at standing driving a spike through my heart.
"Alice, just bear with it? Okay? I love you so much, so we need to get you to your room. Okay, just count with me. One, two, ..."
I would have Alice take one step at a time. Her grunting in pain as the process repeated. It felt like forever, helping my morbidly obese, barely mobile Aunt simply walk to her room. She was out of breath as we neared her room. Tears, red-faced, she was a sorry sight that made my heart ache for her to be in so much pain.
When her colossal rear finally landed on the bed, she was still sobbing on occasion. A long distanced look in her eyes.
I sat down on the bed with her. My worry at the max level it could be, before having me start raging at the world that caused her suffering. I didn't know what to say honestly. So, I simply held her right hand and leaned against her pillowy arms. The moments lasted far longer than I anticipated. But when Alice sighed, it was when my comfort was disturbed.
"Jack..." Alice said, her uncomfortable tone relaying a possible hidden upset, "I know what happened is horrifying, and we definitely need to call my nurse. But before we do that, I wanna know why my Nephew has his dick out..."

Of fuck...





(GUESS WHO'S HIGH AF BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS)

>>1191
So f*king hot... You're so talented man :D

Thanks all, good to see people enjoying (for the most part!). Next chapter will flip back to the sister who is inviting some friends over for a pool party...

Also enjoying the Aunt story - please keep it up.

>>1209
oh that setup is already so good
i wonder if her friends will be creeped out by her relationship with her brother
or maybe birds of a feather flock together

>>1215
Eh, Highschool I could see them flocking. College though, they would definitely be creeped out if they were to see anything "Out of the Ordinary" by societal standards.

I did have an idea though, for a writing prompt that maybe multiple people can work on then we all post on Halloween to both critique and such. You can make either the Protag or the Love interest fat, so long as it follows the prompt, etc. I think one-shots would just be good so if you want to be unrealistic you can be.

You and a sibling are meeting up at a Halloween partynight. However, it's a costume party, and your phone dies before you and your sibling (who've you've had a crush on but never went for it) can tell each other what costumes you both are wearing. As the night progresses, and you still can't find each other, you decide screw it and start having fun by joining in a game of 7 minutes in heaven.

From there I'll leave up to you guys.

Rules:
For the most part, anything goes.

ONLY post on October 31st (this will give people time to come up with a concept after the prompt, or just time to write in general)

It can be wholesome, fap fuel, etc. So long as it's incestuous.

How does that sound to everybody?

Hi all, Vigilante here with another instalment of my story.

Not going to lie, I enjoyed writing this one, though fair warning if incest, nsfw sex scenes, and male weight gain aren’t your things then turn around now, this isn’t for you.

I also reneged completely on my thinking above about the sister and her weight. I enjoy writing feeders getting their comeuppance too much, so decided to make her more of a big fat fatty than I’d initially intended. Will still have the two epilogues branch fit and fat though, for those in the former camp.

I have attached some photos of what I think our protagonist and his sister look like by this point in the story - food for thought!

I have another three chapters sketched out and then the epilogues after that. Next chapter our boy will be out shopping for a new wardrobe with his mother, an embarrassing trip where he’ll run into some familiar faces...


20th July 2021
A plane cuts through the perfect azure sky above, leaving a thin trail of fluffy white vapour as a temporary record of its journey. You wonder where it’s heading. Perhaps some exotic and far flung island paradise, dense jungle, or scorching dessert.

It had been quite some time since your last trip abroad and you’re certain that when you do finally get around to it you’d find the additional seat needed to support your newly widened ass an unwelcome expense. In fact, now you think about it you haven’t even left your small town, let alone the country, for over two years. The irony of the situation is not lost on you. As you became larger the boundaries of your world became smaller.

You’d weighed in this morning at a hefty 411 pounds, another steady increase on last month that showed no signs of slowing down. Your appetite for both your mother’s and sister’s bodies, as well as the abundance of food around the house, seemingly knew no bounds. Mobility was beginning to become an issue - the weight being more significant on your small 5 foot 6 body than a man of average height - and having wedged yourself into a fully reclined sun lounger this morning you’re a little concerned you might be stuck here until someone returns home.

Today you have the run of the house, mother visiting the spa with your Aunt Beth and Olivia out for a ‘boozy brunch’ with friends, so you’re enjoying the good weather out by your pool. Resting under a sunshade - your pasty skin unable to withstand the sun for too long - you balance an ipad on your belly and casually flick through feedee porn on the web. Your other hand reaches for a supersized chocolate milkshake, one of Olivia’s recipes that she’d prepared for you earlier this morning as she so often does, and you take a long refreshing slurp. She insisted on making you at least two per day and you’d grown to rather look forward to them.

You settle into your lounger and breathe a heavy and relaxing sigh. Today was going to be a good day...

“... and then he didn’t even last 2 minutes!”, an unfamiliar voice carries through your open patio doors. A fit of giggles quickly follows, accompanied by the distant sound of your front door closing and the pitter-patter of high heels on wooden floor. “Alright girls, enough chit-chat. I’ve got the bubbles, let’s head out and get our tan on!”.

You look-up, aghast, as your sister and two female friends step out of your house and into the sunlight. They’re all wearing shorts and crop-tops, three ladies clearly out on the town and not afraid to show off a little flesh.

Your sister, Olivia, leads the pack. Her long blonde hair shimmers in the summer sun, giving her an almost angelic appearance. She looks as beautiful today as any other - her heart shaped face and large blue eyes drawing your gaze.

Either side of her walk two girlfriends, a buxom and pasty redhead on her right and a flat-chested and petite brunette on her left. Both are pretty in their own way, though your eyes can’t help but snap back to your sister as she saunters around the edge of the pool.

“Looks like my whale of a brother got here first”, she says, slurring her words slightly as she walks towards you, a little wobbly on her feet.

“Well hey there big guy!”, the redhead chirps cheerily from her side, rushing over with an outstretched hand that you shake nervously. “I’m Grace. I’ve... *hic* heard so much about you!”. The girl sways unsteadily. Were they... drunk?

Before you can reply the brunette comes bounding up behind her and says, “and your sister wasn’t kidding, you are a very, very big boy aren’t you? I guess you could probably do with laying off the milkshakes for a bit!”. She points at the almost empty supersized cup by your side.

Olivia catches up with her friends and answers on your behalf. “He insists that I make him one every day Tiff. It’s my old Mass Gainer 2000 protein powder mixed with whole milk, peanut butter, and heavy cream. I told him it would make him blow up like a balloon if he didn’t work out, but as you can see he didn’t listen...”.

Lies! You didn’t even know what was in the milkshake until now! Olivia is painting you out to be a greedy pig when really she’s been the one secretly fattening you up... and despite your better judgement you absolutely love it.

You vaguely recall your sister mentioning these girls in passing around the house. Tiffany was her... freshman roommate you think, and Grace a mutual friend from her course. Turns out you’re a better listener than you thought.

“Oh my god, no wonder he’s so fat”, Tiffany cries in disbelief, “that gainer powder has, *hic*, about 1000 calories per scoop!”. She jiggles your belly playfully. “If you don’t stop then soon you won’t even be able to roll out of bed fatty”, she laughs, giving your gut a hearty slap before stumbling back and grabbing hold of your sunshade for support. Clearly the boozy brunch had been more booze than brunch, as these girls were positively steaming!

Olivia clears her throat and addresses her friends, “I’ve got enough bikinis for us all upstairs, but it’s so hot out today, so I was thinking...”. Without finishing her sentence your sister unbuttons her shorts and lifts off her top. It appears that today Olivia had opted to go commando. You gape, open mouthed, at your sister’s naked body standing just a metre or so in front of you.

Ever since she’d returned home from college you’ve been watching her figure carefully. Whilst Olivia hadn’t blown up quite as large as the rest of the family yet, she had gained a good amount of mass herself, especially in her tits and bottom half. With her old spin instructor job permanently shelved she’d largely given up on working out, and with so much fattening food about the house her previously iron will had cracked and faltered. Her double-D boobs were now easily an F - engorged and hanging. Looking her wide and cellulite-ridden ass cheeks up and down, thunder thighs, and generous pot belly, you’re happy to conclude that your sister had finally got fat!

Her friend Tiffany doesn’t need telling twice, and immediately slips out of her own clothes and dumps them in a heap by your lounger. She’s a petite girl, with few curves to speak of and a small pair of particulate flat, barely visible tits. Still, you can think of worse views to enjoy on a sunny afternoon.

Olivia jiggles towards the pool, her fat saddlebags creasing with every step. Tiffany strides alongside her, glancing down at your sister’s ass every now and then with a sly grin on her face. You can’t help but wonder what’s going through her mind.

The red-headed beauty Grace is a little less convinced. “Uhhh, Olive, are you sure? I mean, your brother is right here...”.

Olivia calls back over her shoulder, “yeah of course, I mean look at him, it’s not like you’re even going to notice if he’s got a boner buried under all that blubber. And I’m pretty sure that the grunts I can hear between our bedroom walls and night are because he hasn’t been able to touch himself for about the last 30 pounds or so”. You can hear the pleasure dripping through her voice - she is enjoying this.

Grace shrugs, “well, I guess that sort of makes sense”, before derobing too. She’s much curvier and taller than your sister’s other friend, towering over you, her crotch directly in your eye line. Your gaze is drawn immediately to her shaven pussy like a moth to a flame, and you stare wide eyed, lost in her folds...

“Ahem”, Grace clears her throat. You tear your eyes from her pussy and rise slowly up her voluptuous body, over a pair of heavy tits, to meet her grinning face. “Up here big boy”, she laughs, “I need your help putting on a bit of lotion - us pale people have got to stick together after all!”. She picks up a bottle of nearby sun-lotion and hands it to you.

You sit up with a grunt and swing your legs around off the edge of the lounger. She turns, flashing you her deliciously chunky ass and perches it between your legs. There isn’t much room to spare given how far your belly bulges out from your torso. She wiggles her soft bottom into position. It presses up against your belly and fat pad, pushing your fat into your buried cock. You groan under your breath.

“Mmmm, this is cosy isn’t it”, she whispers, head turned, “now chop chop, I want to get wet”. The double meaning not lost on you, you squirt a healthy dollop of lotion onto your hand and get to work.

Her skin is soft and supple under your porky fingers. You massage the lotion into her shoulders, back, and then plump hips, pinching an inch as you oil her up. Your hands shake as they lower to her bottom and begin to knead that too, feeling the weight of her cheeks in your hands. When you’ve finally finished (having lingered a little longer than necessary on her ass) she hops up and turns around. A cheeky grin crosses her lips as she wraps her hands around the back of your neck and lowers herself onto your lap. You’re torso to torso, her legs spreadeagled either side of your wide belly.

“Grace!”, Tiffany shouts from atop a lilo drifting serenely around the pool, “what are you doing?!”.

“It’s okay Tiff”, your sister replies calmly, giving you a sly look as she wades through the shallow end of the pool, “let her have her fun”. You’re so confused. Was she testing your reaction or submitting you to even more humiliation?

Your heart pounds in your chest as you stare open mouthed at Grace’s. She is certainly buxom - an E cup if you had to guess - and surprisingly perky given her size. You can see stretch marks around the underside of her tits - perhaps a sudden growth spurt during puberty? Below her breasts is a slightly poochy belly, pleasantly rounded in line with her curvy figure, and below that her legs are spread wide revealing her pussy in all its glory,

Another dollop of lotion lands on your hand, this time squeezed out by Grace herself. “Well are you going to just sit there all day staring, or....?”, she asks politely. You don’t need telling twice!

Your hands greedily grab at her tits, massaging the fat melons with gusto. “Mmmmm”, you moan, unable to keep your excitement from spilling over. You bite your top lip in an attempt to stem the sounds, and settle instead for low groans under your breath. Her oily tits slip and slide in your grip, fingers brushing past her nipples which are now rock hard. You bounce them, feeling their weight as they slap onto your meaty palms.

“I think you’ve given my tits more than enough protection”, she laughs, “now chop-chop, before I sober up and change my mind”. Your hands begrudgingly let go of Grace’s breasts and make their way down her torso. You pause on her soft belly, taking a moment to poke a sun creamed finger into her belly button - better safe than sorry after all - and admire its depth. She was quite the chunky monkey!

With a nervous shudder you lower your hands even further, up and down her spreadeagled legs, and then finally towards the shaven pussy on show in between. It’s visibly wet, inviting you in. Were you really about to get your first taste of action outside of your family? A bead of sweat runs down your cheek and over your multiple chins.

“Well, I think that’s enough excitement for one day”, she concludes, gently taking your hands and guiding them away from her crotch, “thanks for the help big boy”. She’d never had any intention of giving you the good stuff - just another tease like your mom. You should have known...

Grace steps off your lap and then runs to towards the pool, a jiggle in her step. She jumps in with a splash, shakes out her sodden hair, and immediately starts giggling and gossiping with her friends, champagne already in hand. They were probably talking about you. So much for a quiet day by the pool.

You relax back into the lounger and try to take your mind off the nattering girls interrupting your peaceful poolside jaunt. About 30 minutes pass as you daydream about your mother and sister...

Another bead of sweat drips down your face and splashes onto your rounded chest. You’re feeling rather sweaty now you think about it, your fat providing unwanted insulation in the summer sun. Time to cool off.

With a grunt you heave yourself out of the lounger and waddle towards the pool. Not wanting to cause a scene you opt against jumping in, which might well drain some of the water, and instead walk down the gentle incline at the shallow end.

As your near the girls, who are nude with drink in hand and water up to their waist, their conversation comes into focus. “Me next? Okay, let me think...”, ponders Tiffany. “Never have I ever... kissed Jack Rutter behind the quad after the Freshman ball!”.

Olivia laughs out loud, causing her bare chest to bounce up and down pleasantly, whilst Grace groans, “oh come on, that’s hardly fair. Obviously you know I did that!”. She downs the rest of her glass and grabs the bottle to pour a refill, and spots you loitering nearby. “Look who’s up and about - it’s my suncream hero”, she smiles, “here have a drink and join in the fun”. Grace passes you a glass of bubbly and you nervously join the circle.

You take turns asking questions and drinking if you’d done the deed. Though ever conscious that a short, wide blob like you has no place around a harem of pretty, drunk college girls you can’t help but get caught up in the excitement of the game. You take your drinking punishments on the chins as required and even pluck up the courage to ask a few questions of your own.

Grace had just asked a rather spicy one that had resulted in Tiffany finishing her drink, when the tipsy brunette comes back with her own stinger. “Oh I see how it is girlfriend... well, in which case... never have I ever masturbated about someone in this circle”.

Grace’s mouth drops open in shock, though she can’t help but curl her lips into a cheeky smile whilst doing so. “I told you that in confidence!”, she says in mock anger, “you’re such a bitch. You do know that right?”. She turns to your sister and shrugs, “well, you know I’m bi. It’s a compliment really!”.

Olivia laughs it off and the two friends chink their glasses together before Grace takes her gulps in penance, but your sister’s eyes stay fixed on you the whole time, willing you on. You know what she wants you to do...

You take a large gulp of your champagne and finish off the glass. Tiffany is first to catch on. “Hang on a second”, she says slowly, “you weren’t just having a sip just them, that was a punishment for that last question. But... that can’t be right because you’ve only just met us... unless you snuck to the toilet earlier on, but... no I would have noticed your fat ass waddling inside. Maybe you’ve seen pictures on social media... but I thought Olivia said you didn’t use all that stuff. So the only explanation is...”. Her eyes bulge wide with excitement as she looks back and first between yourself and your sister, her detective work having already solved the great mystery. “You jerked off about your sister?!”.

It’s a good job that you’re standing half-submerged in the cool pool water, as the intense heat radiating through your face right now might just have made you faint otherwise. A pathetic nod confirms Tiffany’s hypothesis, and Olivia’s two friends back away instinctively with a collective cry of “ewwwwwww!”.

“Remember earlier when I said I hear him trying to jerk-off sometimes? What I didn’t say is that it’s usually whilst holding a pair of my panties that have mysterious gone missing from the washing bin, or peeking through the bathroom door whilst I’m having a shower”, Olivia says to her friends, a smile across her lips. “Poor fatty hasn’t had any action in so long that he’s projecting onto the only pair of tits he sees around the house other than mom’s. I’m surprised he didn’t blow his load when you were teasing him earlier on Grace!”, she adds, glancing down at your cock. It’s as hard as it’s ever been, and would be very much on show if not trapped on all sides by your fat pad. Still, it throbs painfully, and it takes all your strength not to pull down your trunks and start rubbing it furiously.

“Oh my god, that’s so pathetic”, Tiffany concludes, giving you a disgusted look up and down. You’d successfully been outed as a pervert by your sister, and she seemed pretty pleased with the outcome.

Olivia waves you away, and you waddle shamefully back to your sun lounger, feeling the girls’ eyes on your wide behind as you go. Your buried cock is still rock hard, and it rubs agonisingly against your fat pad with every lumbered step, your jiggling flesh working the shaft. You’re almost at climax by the time you sit back down, and it takes a few minutes for your heart to slow down and cock to cool off. All the excitement has made you surprisingly tired, and you decide to rest your eyes for a few minutes...

‘Bzzzzzzz’, the sound of something rattling against stone jerks you from your slumber. You blink your eyes stupidly as you attempt to refocus. You see Olivia swim across the pool and inspect her phone - the source of the noise - which had been discarded near your lounger. “Snacks are here”, she announces to the group at large, “I’ll be back in a minute”. Snacks? Hadn’t they just come back from brunch? How long had you been out for exactly?

Your sister places her arms on the edge of the pool and lifts herself out. It’s a bit of an effort, her strength having waned in the last couple of years as her body thickened up, but she makes it out sure enough and jiggles inside, still naked as the day she was born.

“Oh my god!”, Tiffany says in hushed tomes once your sister is out of sight, just loud enough that you can hear, “I mean, we’re thinking the same thing right?”.

Grace nods fervently, “I thought maybe it was unflattering clothes, or the lighting in that restaurant, but nope - Olivia’s just got fat!”.

“I know right?!”, Tiffany laughs back, “can you remember the first day of college? I was like, ‘who is this Amazonian I’m bunking with? No way I’m going to get any guys with her around’ She was fit as fuck! But now... I mean, did you see her ass wobbling as she walked inside? I’m not so worried anymore. Girl needs to lay off the fries!”. There’s something in the tone of her voice - she’s enjoying this far too much to be an impartial bystander. Perhaps this Tiffany had something to do with your sister’s recent developments?

Grace nods fervently in agreement and continues, “there were photos of her mom inside. The woman is enormous Tiff! I mean reality-TV show big, and her brother obviously has a serious weight problem too. I think fat asses must run in the family!”. The two girls giggle mercilessly and gossip for another couple of minutes about your sister’s thickening figure.

As the patio door opens they quiet down, and all three of you watch your still nude sister jiggle towards the pool holding two large white plastic bags, laden with polystyrene containers.

She puts them down by the edge of the shallow end of the pool and starts to open them up. Delicious smells waft through the air towards your lounger. You crane your neck, attempting to see what’s on offer. “Come on bro, even though you’re a total perv I bought enough for you too”, Olivia calls out across the decking. Your stomach gurgles in hungry anticipation, enough of a motivator to heave yourself up from your sedentary position and waddle into the shallow end of the pool.

The water is up to your waist by the time your reach the edge where Olivia is unpacking the food. Her friends appear shortly afterwards either side of you. Together you take in the tasty smorgasbord on offer.

Two servings of chicken thighs, six of triple cooked fries, a further six each of hotdogs and burgers, warm apple pie, and a box of gooey brownies to round off the lot. It would be fair to say that your sister had over-ordered.

“Oh my god Olive!”, Tiffany cries, mouth agape, “how many people did you think were here?!”. She picks up a chicken thigh cautiously, as if holding a stick of dynamite that might go off at any moment. “And what’s up with this selection? Where are the salads? The fruit? The vegetables? This is all so... fattening”.

Olivia looks at Tiffany, a look of surprise etched into her face. Had she not realised how badly this offering would go down with her friends? Clearly her diet really had taken a hit by spending so much time around you and mother. “Oh, I...”, she stutters, clearly looking for an excuse. “I... uhhh, I thought my brother would like this stuff”, she blurts out eventually. “He’s never been one for healthy eating, as you can clearly see!”. She laughs nervously, picking up a burger, grease dripping from the double stacked patty, and taking a large bite. Tiffany and Grace share a knowing smirk before picking up a few fries and nibbling them slowly.

You snatch up a hot dog and get to work, gobbling it down in a matter of seconds. You drench a fistful of fries in mayo and stuff them in afterwards, barely stopping for breath in between mouthfuls. After you’ve polished off the entire serving you snatch up a burger and munch that down too. You’re going to town, with absolutely no regard for your ever tightening belly.

“Slow down there big boy”, Grace laughs as you pick up another handful of fries, “leave some for the rest of us”. You blush as you dip them into a puddle of mayo.

Your sister swallows the last bite of her hot dog, her second so far, and says, “he can’t help himself. The poor piggy just hoovers up everything you put in front of him. It’s how he ended up growing these puppies”. She leans forwards and gives your moobs a playful squeeze. Her thumbs brush innocently against your nipples, which harden immediately. Your tits had been getting extra sensitive recently, and the other morning you could have sworn you saw a squirt of milk out of one of them!

Tiffany, meanwhile, has barely eaten a thing - clearly the fast-food on offer wasn’t to her taste. Instead she’d continued to knock back champagne like it was going out of fashion, getting steadily more drunk in the hot summer sun. Her hand shakes as she refills her glass, a generous amount slopping onto the edge of the pool as she misjudges the pour. “Well he’s not the only one growing if you know what I mean”, she says with a sly smile at your sister, “I don’t suppose our skinny-dipping session has anything to do with you bikinis not fitting anymore, hmmm?”.

Olivia squirms, “well, I mean, we’ve all put on a few pounds during lockdown, right?”. Unfortunately for your sister she’d clearly put on more than just a few pounds. Legs crossed as she sits by the edge of the pool you can see her rounded gut now rests on her lap. Ass spilling out underneath her. She dips her fries back into grease left over from her burger and stuffs them into her mouth.

“Not all of us”, Tiffany smiles back, “Grace and I are the same size we always were. It’s only you that’s porked up Olive”. She giggles and leans out of the pool, patting your sister on her poochy pot belly. You watch the doughy blubber ripple under her touch. Her hand lingers on your sister’s belly longer than you expected, caressing it as a glaze washes over her eyes. After a moment or two she snaps back to reality. “I think someone needs to get back on the wagon before they go the same way as their perv of a brother!”, she laughs as she slaps your enormous gut.

You feel bad for Olivia - she clearly wasn’t enjoying being teased at the hands of her friends as much as you’d enjoyed being humiliated earlier on - so decide to shift attention to you the only way you know how. You throw caution to the wind and start to gorge yourself on the remaining food with complete disregard for everything else. The girls quiet down as they watch with morbid curiosity at your eating prowess.

The gurgles and belches coming from your belly suggest that you’re overdoing it, but you press on regardless. You’re down another burger, then two, followed quickly by a serving of fries, half of the apple pie, and then gooey brownie after gooey brownie. “Too much...”, you moan once the brownie box is finally empty, “buuuuuuuuuuurpppp!”, your belly dispels the air you’d sucked down when hoovering your meal in the longest and loudest belch you think you’ve ever done.

“He’s not looking well Olive”, Grace says with concern in her voice, “I think he might need to go and lie down or something. You know, to digest”. You burp again, suddenly unsteady on your feet, and clutch the edge of the pool for support. She helps you waddle out of the pool (climbing out was not going to be an option without a winch), the extra few pounds of food in your gut making movement even harder than usual.

“I’ll take it from here”, your sister says to her chum, placing an arm around your back and supporting some of your immense weight. You can’t help yourself, letting your hand drift down to her fat bottom and giving it a squeeze as she helps your inside. You can hear Tiffany and Grace gossiping and giggling behind your back.

The stairs are a struggle - your heavy belly is a lead weight dragging you down - but your sister’s hands pushing into your ass are enough to propel you onto your upstairs landing. You collapse backwards onto your bed with a moan. You’re unable to move and fighting for breath. Out of sight you hear your bedroom door close - Olivia must have already gone back to her friends. Time to get some well earned sleep...

“Well you’ve certainly been a good piggy today... letting Grace tease you, admitting you’re a sister-lusting freak, gorging yourself on all that fast food”, your sister slurs from somewhere behind you. Tilting your head back you see her naked body hovering by the edge of your bed. She clambers on, the mattress springs groaning under your combined weight, and all 6 foot 1 of her shuffling towards you on her knees. You’re far too full to move, weighed down by a combination of years of gluttony and a hearty meal.

She manoeuvres herself above your face, knees either side of your neck. You look straight up, taking in the view. Your sister’s wet pussy is inches away, surrounded on all sides by chub, and a set of heavy ass cheeks and thunder thighs completing the picture. “A very good piggy...”, she repeats, her voice slow and sultry, “and good piggies get rewarded with what they want the most... something to eat...”. With that your sister sits back onto her knees.

Your world goes black as two fat cheeks slap into your face. Olivia was squashing you, her sizeable weight pressing down onto your head. Your hands grope, pinch, and slap feverishly at her the sides of her bottom, kneading her chunky cheeks between your fingers. You shake your head, feeling the wobbling blubber slapping into your face. If there is a heaven you imagine it’s something like this...

She sits up periodically to give you a moment to breathe, before plopping back down and enveloping you’re face with her weighty ass. Your cock is rock hard once again - you squirm, desperate to touch it, and attempt fruitlessly to reach it. Unfortunately the mountainous belly in the way makes that all but impossible.

Olivia sits up once again and you gasp for air. Her flabby ass hovers above you, soft and dimpled. “Hmmmm, you seem to be having a bit of trouble there bro”, she giggles, “why don’t I help you out...”. With that Olivia spreads her knees back and wide, her pelvis arching upwards to present you instead with her damp pussy. Her arms drop as she goes down onto all fours, chest parallel with your own, head floating just above your fat pad.

Something tickles your balls. “Ohhhh god...”, you moan, pleasure pulsing through your body as your sister’s finger gently tease them, “please... please...”. They’re heavy and full, the fetish-fuelled interactions this morning filling you up to bursting point. You’re too fat to jerk-off yourself, and desperately need your big sister to do it for you.

Olivia lowers her pussy onto your face as she begins circling her finger around the tip of your cock. Your tongue works slowly, exploring her folds. Her moans and shudders guide you around her pussy. You linger whenever is most pleasurable for her, your hands clasped around her weighty ass, pushing her crotch deeper into your face.

She begins pressing down on your fat pad, the blubber working the shaft and simulating a tight, plump pussy. You know that you can’t last long, you’re already far too worked up, so start to move your tongue around your sister’s clit, stimulating the sensitive spot. “Mmmmm”, she moans, her flabby body quivering. You can feel yourself about to cum, your breaths and moans shorter and more desperate. Right on the edge... almost there...

Olivia stops pumping suddenly and slips her hand down your fat pad to massage your balls. You can feel pre-cum oozing out of your cock, just one more stroke would be enough blow your load. “Please... I need... to come...”, you moan, as she gently squeezes your balls. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced - teetering right of the edge of a never-ending orgasm.

Olivia tuts at you, “but you haven’t finished your meal, piggy...”. You know what you have to do...

You push her crotch into your face and bury your tongue back into her pussy. The time for being gentle is over - you work her clit feverishly. Olivia moans as she rides you, every now and then pumping your fat pad, bringing your right back to the edge but never the sweet release of cumming. You edge over and over, each time more and more cum packing itself into your overflowing balls, until you’re convinced they’ll simply burst under the pressure.

Mercifully, Olivia then arches her back and moans loader than ever, her pussy drenching itself as she orgasms over and over. She pinches the head of your cock and every nerve in your body fires at once, a fountain of cum pumping out of the buried sausage. “Ohhhhh, fuck... ohhhhhhhh, fuck...”, you groan as you balls empty themselves in a deluge all over your lower half, and you’re finally granted relief from your sexual torment.

Both sweaty and out of breath, you stay in position, heads hovering around each other’s damp crotches, as you come down from your organismic highs.

Suddenly, you hear your bedroom door creak open. You look up, unable to see much beyond you and your sister’s bodies, but can just about make out Tiffany standing in the doorway. ‘Click’, the familiar sound of a photo being taken.

“Tiff! What are you doing?!”, Olivia pants, rolling off your body to lie beside you. She pulls up your bedclothes to hide her modesty, face thunderous.

Her petite friend is stood in the doorway with a particularly mischievous grin etched into her face. “Well, well, well. Imagine this. I pop to the toilet and hear moaning coming from behind a bedroom door. My friend has been missing for ages, and I’m wondering if she’s okay... but when I open the door I see she’s just finished fucking her morbidly obese brother”.

‘Click’, she snaps another photo - you’re acutely aware of your spreadeagled legs and cum socked crotch. Not exactly instagram material. She continues, “and as for what I’m doing... well, I suppose you might call it leverage”.

“What do you mean ‘leverage’?”, Olivia seethes in response.

Tiffany replies, “well, I’d be lying if I said today was the first time that I’d noticed your little weight problem. To tell you the truth, I’ve been helping it along in the background for quite a while. Do you remember how when we first met at college all the boys used to fawn over you like lovesick puppies? You were tall, tanned and toned, I mean, can you blame them? Well you might not have noticed because of all the attention you were lapping up, but they didn’t even stop to give me a second look”.

Her grin falters, face hardening a little. “And after every night out I had to come back to our room and listen to you and the flavour of the moment bonking on the bed next to me. But you know what, I was willing to let it all go, be the bigger person, until I overheard one of your love interests call me ‘mosquito-bite tits’. And what did you do, my supposed friend and roommate? You just laughed and agreed with him”. You glance nervously at your sister - her friend was starting to sound a little unhinged - and face begins to fall.

“Yeah, that’s right”, Tiffany presses on as she watches your sister’s reaction, “I heard you that night, loud and clear. You knew how insecure I was about it, and how jealous I was of your double-Ds, but you said it anyway. I thought about moving out, maybe telling you how you made me feel... but... I decided that if you liked having big boobs... well then why not make them even bigger?”.

Olivia’s anger has all but ebbed away, replaced by a look of complete and utter shock. Tiffany goes on, “it wasn’t hard. A little encouragement here, a little nudge there, and sure enough the pounds started to pile on - and thankfully not just on your chest either! It didn’t take long before the boys were suddenly a little more interested in little old me, and a little less bothered about chubby old you. I was worried in lockdown all my hard work might be undone, but I suppose I have your blob of a brother to thank for keeping up your poor diet. You’re even bigger than I hoped you’d be!”.

By this point Tiffany is almost breathless with excitement - you wonder how long she’d been preparing this speech for. Probably ever since your sister first slighted her. A lot of time for that resentment to foster...

“But...”, she continues, “still not big enough”. “This”, she waves the phone clutched in her hand, “is how I know that you’ll keep eating, and keep growing. I don’t think you want these pictures plastered over the college Facebook now, do you? So what do you say? Shall we pop downstairs so you can finish your meal?”.

Olivia’s expression is one of shock and humiliation. She opens her mouth as if to retort, takes one glance at you’re cum-drenched and wobbling body, and instead sighs in defeat. She nods begrudgingly, drops the bedcovers, and hops off the bed. As she passes the threshold Tiffany steps aside and pats her on the bum. Her flab wobbles for a few seconds after the initial hit. The two girls pass out of sight and you hear the creaks of the floorboards as they head back downstairs.

For the first time in hours you’re finally alone. Your supersized body, unable to keep pace with the excitement of the day, starts shutting down immediately. You drift off into a deep and peaceful slumber...

And as the pictures didn’t post for some reason...

Insane work man ! Can't wait to see how fat is the mother

>>1241
Astounding work yet again. Keep it up.
>Will still have the two epilogues branch fit and fat though, for those in the former camp
Based and diversepilled. I actually look forward to both.

Has anyone ever thought about writing a story about a mother and son getting stranded on a tropical island? I’ve read a few in the past but I was wondering if anyone here was interested. It’s a pretty simple premise; a morbidly obese single mom and her son go on a cruise together (either to celebrate an occasion or just for vacation) but there ship is caught in a nasty storm and sinks. They wake up the next morning on a deserted island with plenty of tropical fruits and other food stuffs around. They also have little clothing as there garments were lost to the sea. Over time they get horny and try to resist there urges until they finally say “Fuck it, there’s no one else here and no one has to know” and have sex. It might seem a bit basic but there’s a lot of room for creative freedom.

>>1263
That's actually a really neat, simple premise. Would also work with brother/sister, if mother/son isn't your thing.

Found this on Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/zerpz/art/Sisterly-Manipulation-824260087

Let us Bump this thread

Oh shit, the latest Alice installment disappeared

What are the best Sister/sister or Mother/sister stories?

Any news from There’s Something About Mom ? Can't wait to read the next part ! :D

Still working on it, just busy with work and life at the moment. I also let this next chapter get away from me with the introduction of our boy’s aunt and cousins and some naughty stuff involving their plus size women’s clothing store, so it’s probably going to end up about twice the length of the others so far. Suspect I’ll have a bit of a writing sprint over Xmas holidays if I don’t get something out before

Oh thank you for your rapid answer mate !

https://www.deviantart.com/dodgerfan171/art/Emma-and-mom-wg-story-part-1-842951702

https://www.deviantart.com/dodgerfan171/art/Emma-and-mom-part-2-847972276

https://www.deviantart.com/dodgerfan171/art/Emma-and-mom-part-3-3-864310615

>>1487
Wow this is hard to read. Was it written by a 6 year old?

I’m not sure if it’s been done before, but has anyone written a story about the main image for this thread? Because shota boys in love with there moms fattness and gluttony sounds like a pretty good story idea if you ask me.

>>1528
This

>>1503

Wow you weren't kidding.

One of my favorite stories was written by a dude who's 19 now but was 14 when he wrote it. The only glaring issue was that he thought fat would make you sink in a pool instead of float. There were a couple typos of course but no major grammatical errors or horrible stream of consciousness sentences.. In comparison, everything about this story is written like trash.....

>>1529
seconded. frankly i am kind of disappointed that a story like that wasn't the first thing to show up in this thread

>>1536
If you have any ideas for a plot I can have a go at writing a story like that and posting a link in the thread

It is said that, that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Never really paid attention in science, but I had that thought shooting through my head as I stared into Alice's eyes.
She was a blank canvas. Any form of emotion behind her round, chubby face was hidden. How do I answer her question? Why DID I have my dick out? This was sick. A sick perversion that I've been hoping at for the last few days. DAYS. And the action of even thinking of it, me, wanting to FATTEN UP and FUCK my own flesh and blood, Auntie Alice... Is slowly making me hard while looking at Alice.
I covered my shame and decided to apologize.
"S-sorry! I was uhh," how could I lie to her? "Was just..." I couldn't finish it and just closed my eyes. My shameful feelings coalescing into a hole in my heart.
I wanted to die of embarrassment. What I didn't expect was my naked aunt to come from behind and hug me. Her large form making me feel as if I was sinking into her. Her large, pillowy, breasts were pushed up against my shirted back. Were her nipples hard, or was it my imagination?
"Shhhhh, it's okay..." her breath was hot, and she was breathing heavy just from shifting her body weight to hug me. "Thomas... Do you like me?" Alice asked me.
This can't be it, can it? It can't be this simple. But the sheer fetish fuel of my morbidly obese aunt, hugging me, and now asking if I liked her? I had a choice. One that will change me forever.
Well, at least I can admit that, I am a degenerate.
"Y-yeah..." I barely whispered.
"Look at me Thomas... Please..." My head turned towards her.
Lips had locked with mine, her's lidded, while mine were wide open in shock. We sat there, sucking each-other's faces like some bad romance flick from the 80s.
I felt her tongue against mine, my eyes saw her beautiful face as we wrestled with our passion for each other. My hand was shaky...
I moved it up to her breast, realizing how right I was when I felt them on my back. I flicked it, her nipple, and she gasped.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm...." she broke our kiss. "More..." Our lips were locked again in a single second.
I began turning her onto her back. I was near the edge of the bed when she leaned, so her legs were facing the corner of the mattress. I broke the kiss this time around. She was splayed in front of me. A massive blonde ssbbw who just so happened, to be my dear Aunt. Her face was panting, as she looked at me, almost as if I need to reassure her that we should do this. I realized that maybe that was what she was doing. If I was going to take care of her, I had to be the one in charge. So, with that knowledge, I leaned over and licked up, from her belly through the cleavage of her chest. She moaned, spasming slightly over the sensation.
"Alice..." She looked at me, her face one of lust. "I love you. I think that crush turned into something more..." I kissed her, a deep sensual one this time.
Our tongues intertwined once more, as Alice moaned. She wanted more? She was going to get it. I broke and moved down, planting kisses on all of her fattiest rolls and crevices. Alice needed me now. She was too horny to stop. I lifted her belly when I got to its base. The fat was heavy and cumbersome. But I needed just enough space to squeeze my head through. I managed to find it. The size of her fupa making me wonder if I can even pleasure her with my average sized dick. But I had to hope. Taking initiative with a different head, I leaned down and began licking and kissing it. Already I could feel Alice spasming and moaning; could she even pleasure herself nowadays? How long has she gone with any stimulus? These thoughts ran through my head as I made out with her fat pussy.
Several more minutes passed before she orgasmed. She was panting, but I remembered what she said. So she's gonna get more.
Pulling out from under her fleshy prison of flab, I looked at my lovely Aunt Alice in her massively obese form. My dick was fully erect just from the sight of her. Lovingly patting her thighs, I wrestled an arm under one and proceeded to turn her onto her side, my adrenaline helping me move her hundreds of pounds of fat. Guiding my dick into her fupa, I penetrated her moistened folds. Once again she gasped, her hands reaching out to grope her love handles and gut. I started a slow, gentle thrusting. As I watched my aunt finger her gut like it was a pussy on its own, I knew I need to pound her... NOW! I slammed my hips hard against her fatty body. I could feel every ripple, every jiggle, it was as if her flesh were an ocean, and my orgasmic bliss would make it bigger. I was pounding her, our bodies slapping as if the sounds of thunder were quiet in comparison. Alice was full-on screaming now, her hands clutching at every fatty bit she could find. I knew she was close again, but I wasn't close to finishing her. Not yet. Finally, with another orgasmic spasm followed by a silent scream, Alice came again. Her sides seeming to almost fold into each other, making her seem wider while on her side. She was breathing heavily, gasping as she tried to recover. I knew though. What she wanted to say. So I said it for us both.
"More."
I pulled out of her. Her fat surrounding and once again burying her pussy. I was still rock hard and not close yet. I walked over to the side of the bed, where her belly was. I looked over the soft mountain of flesh. And with how big it was, I had no doubts that it was deep.
My cock still lubricated with Alice's juices, I stuck it into her belly button. Alice, still in a twilight of her own mind, moaned in bliss. Unlike her pussy, her belly button was much tighter. Ooh, maybe we could do anal next time? There's an interesting thought.
I was pumping in and out of her fatty belly, she was silent but with how her mouth formed an O and the fact her eyes were closed, I'd say she was enjoying it. I was getting close now. But, with that came the question.
"Do you want, ergh, me inside you?" I asked.
We were blood-related. And if she got pregnant, then most would probably be able to figure it out. We probably wouldn't be invited to any family gatherings or BBQs anymore. But if Alice wanted me inside, I would happily make that sacrifice. Alice moaned, barely managing to talk, "Y-ye-YES, cuMMmmm InSIDE MEEEeeee!"
I gave her several more pumps, before pulling out and maneuvering her thighs apart once more. This time, her pussy felt like the perfect finisher, as it allowed me to slam into her massively obese body.
A few more minutes went by as Alice was reaching her biggest and final climax. And I was reaching one of my own. I groped her fat. Her massive belly. So close. Her huge, absolutely gargantuan ass. Almost... Her belly that just had my cock inside it's sexy jiggly mass... I was there. And so was Alice.
The cries of passion almost made it seem like it was out of some fetish romance novel. But it was fittingly truthfully. I kissed her one more time.
The gig was up. I need to get her nurse, and well, that gal will probably be able to tell I took her "advice."
Only time will tell. I believed, as I picked up the phone...

>>1542
nice work :)
next time try and space out the paragraphs with a full line if you can, that makes reading it easier and makes it overall look better

There was a story about a sister that fattens up her brother then eventually when their parents die she gains weight herself, that we lost when things reset. Does anyone have it?

>>1541
something basic, like the boy starts having his sexual awakening after being inspired by one of those "everyone gets fat" episodes of some generic cartoon. he starts eyeing his morbidly obese and gaining mom, totally unaware of the nature of his feelings and his comments, and later his actions. he just know he loves his mom and what he's doing to her feels good

>>1549

That actually sounds pretty interesting

https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/24259-in-moms-footsteps/
Father/Daughter story here.
Always feel like those things are underutiliized.

Hi all, just to let you know that I’ve just about finished the next chapter of my story and should post later today. Not looking forward to having to chunk up into a bunch of different messages but needs must. Think I’ll rerelease the whole thing in pdf on mega once it’s done, inc tweaks and tidy ups as I always walk to change things after posting! Anyway, hope you enjoy and let me know your thoughts

>>1565
its like christmas again

Had it been up to me, I would have waited a few more years but Jack was in a hurry to start a family. His childhood was such a disaster I think he wanted a chance to give Will what he never had. But then Jack’s company took off and so did Jack. Not that he split or anything, we’re still married, just that we’re not “together.” He travels most of the year, for business and for other reasons, and only checks in on holidays or when he’s passing through.

And that’s okay, as long as he takes care of Will and I, and he does, if only because he has no choice. I worked my ass off waitressing to get his company off the ground and if we divorce, I get half of it. So it’s very much in his interest to keep me happy. Not that I’m actually happy. I get lonely, depressed, sure. Who wouldn’t? I get horny too. Even if most guys don’t want to fuck me, that doesn’t mean I don’t need to be fucked!

Add all that misery and sexual frustration together and you see why I blew up like I did. And no, I haven’t always been this fat. Believe it or not I was actually thin when I met Jack. I put on a little weight when I got pregnant with Will and didn’t manage to lose any of it. Jack was cool with it, said he liked me a little curvy. I put on a few more pounds though and he was less cool with those.

Then when things really started to go bad between us I ate just to spite him. At first it wasn’t anything I was conscious of, it just happened. Though once I was aware of it nothing changed. In fact knowing how much it pissed him off, I doubled down. He’d call me a fat pig and I’d just laugh and devour another box of cupcakes. It felt good to stuff myself — let’s face it, junk food tastes good. I actually loved how round and jiggly I was getting, and I started to perversely enjoy watching his disgusted reaction. Not to mention the reactions of other people at the supermarket and the other moms at the playground.

Last laugh was on me, of course, because that habit was hard to break, even after being round and jiggly stopped being fun. In fact I’ve gained even faster since. I’m over 400 pounds now; how much over I have no idea because I broke my scale years ago. Broke a lot of furniture in my house, too, as well as zippers and bra straps. I actually can’t believe how fat I’ve gotten, sometimes I just stare at myself in the mirror, playing with my blubber, poking it, shaking it, wondering how it’s all actually *me*.

I was hot back in the day, “the day” not that long ago since I’m only 33. A beautiful face (that I still have, just a lot rounder) and curves to die for. But at this point I’m so fat that even if I lose all the weight I’ll never have that body back. I’ve ruined it, my skin is so overstretched now I’ll look like a shar-pei. So I try to ignore it, just go about my day and eat whatever the fuck I want to eat, do what I want to do. Should I go for a walk? Please. I live in a gated community, I don’t even think we’re allowed to walk here.

Yet if you put aside the dead marriage and morbid obesity thing, I have it a lot better than most mothers who have to work all the time. And I know I’m blessed because Will’s a good kid. He was a pain in the ass as a baby — I guess most are — but thankfully I had nannies for that. I’d heard breast feeding was important, and theoretically with my double-D cups I was well-equipped for it, but that turned into a pain in the ass too. It felt good at first, and I liked being close to him, but then my nipples got sore and Will got needy and so I stopped.

I always felt guilty about that though, so later on I read a few books, looked at some videos online, trying to figure out how to be a good mom. But toddlers are needy as hell and I was getting fatter and fatter and just didn’t have the interest or energy to play with him. I liked watching TV a lot, but the shows he liked are annoying so I sent him to the rec room downstairs or to his room so I can watch what I want.

I used to take him to the playground or the mall, but I’ve sort of stopped going out because I’m so fat. Not just because I’m so lazy and out of shape, either. I can still get around okay (okay enough), but it’s embarrassing to have everyone staring at me, laughing and pointing. I know what I used to think about people my size when I was smaller and no way I’m gonna subject myself to that.

And I really hate all that domestic stuff. Most mom’s secretly hate it, but I’m extreme. For instance, I’ve literally never cooked a meal in my life. We eat take-out, fast food, or something from the microwave, period. Will’s getting a little chubby from it and I know Jack’s not happy about that, but fuck him. I wanted to get Will into some sports at school, but then that means I’m obligated to go to his games so fuck that.

Yeah, so it looks like I’ll miss out on Mother of the Millennium award, oh well. Will and I are close in our own way. For one thing, I’m very honest with him. When he asks about Jack, I tell him that dad has other women he lives with and an important company to run. I also tell him that school is bullshit, that his teachers are losers, and everything he’s learning are lies except maybe math. I tell him he’s insanely lucky to grow up loaded, that he’ll never have to work at anything he doesn’t want to, which was not exactly his mom’s story. I tell him there are different rules for people like us and it’s not fair but nothing is and he should be thankful for that, too.

And he’s honest as well. He was pretty young when he started to notice I was way fatter than the other moms at the playground. He would actually ask, “Mommy, why do you have such a big, soft butt?” or “Why does your belly move around like that?” So I told him, “It’s because I like food and eat way too much and don’t have any self-respect.”

What? That’s too close? Okay, whatever. Everyone loves to judge; from what I can tell it’s the most popular activity in America. Let’s just say I’m here for my son and he’s here for me. Isn’t that what motherhood is all about?

Sorry to beat around the bush, it’s weird to talk about. I swear it’s nothing I planned, even thought about; it just happened. And I know if we ever get caught that won’t cut it in court, but that’s the truth. And here’s how it happened:

>>1568
One day I’m naked in my bedroom, looking in the mirror. I’m feeling sad and frustrated and angry at myself and Jack and everyone else for what I turned into. It was all I could do to drag myself into the shower that morning. At that moment I don’t know whether to beat off or go to the Wendy’s drive-thru or drink a bottle of Merlot, maybe all three, which is a typical afternoon for me.

Then I see something in the mirror and I freak, jump and turn around to see what it is. (And let me tell you, when a 400-something pound woman jumps, it’s really something.) I see a shadow behind my bed, walk over to see and then before I can make it, Will is running out my bedroom door.

He’d seen me naked before, but I’d been trying to be more modest now that he was heading towards puberty. I personally didn’t think there’s anything wrong with a boy seeing a female body but maybe not his mom’s. I’ve seen enough documentaries to know that’s how serial killers are made. Not to mention, fat as I was, I could totally warp his sexuality forever. Maybe he’d turn gay or become a chubby chaser. So like I said, I was trying.

This time was different though, because it wasn’t an accident — he was actually spying on me! Okay, but then that didn’t seem totally abnormal. He’s got all this stuff happening inside him, starting to see that women are different from men, and so he was curious. I was definitely curious about penises when I was his age, gave the boy next door a dollar to show me his. Stuff like that.

I’m thinking to myself, maybe this is a moment to actually be a good mom. Let him know there’s nothing wrong with being curious about bodies, that there’s nothing wrong with fat bodies (not that I believed it myself). I throw on my robe and go find him, totally out of breath when I do, but it won’t be the first time Will’s seen that, either. He’s in the rec room downstairs, watching the screechiest, most hyperactive cartoon ever made.

“Honey,” I say, turning it off before I have an aneurysm. “It’s okay that you were looking at me.”

He’s still staring at the dead TV, which is a little freaky but I guess he’s embarrassed. Of course the robe is two sizes too small too, and silk, so I’m falling out all over the place. I realize might as well still be naked.

“Honey bear, are you listening?”

He looks at me finally and nods. He’s full-on staring at my tits now and I realize my high beams are on because it’s freezing in the basement and I’m half-naked. And let’s also say my nipples are not exactly of a size where they’re subtle. I keep going, figuring this is my big moment. I can carpe diem now or fast forward ten years and I’ll be buried in the backyard and he’ll be dancing around in my skin.

“You’re going to be going through a lot of changes in the next few years, becoming a man. And men are attracted to women — normal ones, at least.”

“I know,” he says. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” I assure him.

I climb down onto my knees to give him a kiss and at my size it’s not a graceful or easy maneuver. I’m pretty sure I even flash him my cooch in the process, which when I’m standing at least is covered by my fat stomach. We hug and I feel like I’ve accomplished something. And maybe had we kept it there, it would have been great. But then I asked him if he wanted to have some ice cream and watch a movie on the big TV (aka, my TV).

He’s way into that, little chubster, so we go upstairs and set up in the den with three pints of Ben and Jerry’s between us, and a fresh bottle of mom juice just for me. We get cozy on the couch and he puts on some weird-ass Japanese cartoon that actually isn’t half-bad, especially after my second glass of wine. I’m really momming it up right for once!

The only problem is that I find myself getting hot as shit. Like, it feels like someone stuck a hot poker between my legs. Not thinking of Will, of course — not thinking about anything really. Just laying there in my soft, slippery silk robe, eating sweet, creamy ice cream, with Will all warm, cuddled up to my almost-naked body. The way it all makes me feel, full and satisfied, safe and secure.

Before I know it I’m touching myself, as I do when I’m watching TV. Not going at it full-throttle but just kind of lazily tweaking my nips, feeling along the side of my belly, which honestly is even more sensitive than my tits which are a little too stretched out at this point.

I’m doing this for a while, getting really hot and bothered, shifting around on the couch. And for a long time Will hardly seems to notice, but then I see he’s no longer watching the movie but watching me play with my tits and belly. At this point I know I should stop but it just feels so good, and even having Will there feels right for some reason. After all, I fed the little bugger off them for… well, a few weeks.

“What are you doing?” he asks, innocent.

“Nothing,” I tell him. “Watch the movie.”

But he won’t let it go.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Because it feels good,” I say, which is the truth.

“Can I touch it?”

I say “yes” or “okay” or something like that and his hand is now on my belly. He has a very light touch, and his skin is smooth of course because he’s just a boy. He runs his hand across my stomach, over my belly button and I shiver, ticklish and also turned on like a nuclear power plant. Now I’m working both of my nips and I lean back, almost laying flat. Will starts touching me a little less tentative, getting into it, first stroking me, probably amazed at how soft it is, then pushing at all the fat and letting it flow back and forth. I realize I’m like a giant toy, he’s probably been wanting to play with my belly like that for years.

He’s all around it now, seems to know just what I like, what I do to myself when it’s Mommy Alone Time. I’m squeezing my thighs together, hard, thinking I’m gonna really have to stop and head back to my room for a Rabbit session. He then surprises me, puts his face right in my belly button and does that fart-noise thing I used to do to him when he was little.

I laugh and that makes him laugh, and he’s on his knees now, looking down at me, eyes wide in wonder, watching my whole body wobble. I love that he’s so fascinated by it, I love that I’m so fat for him, that there’s so much of me for him to play with.

“Touch the bottom of it,” I tell him, reaching down to the underside of my belly. That’s the most sensitive part, and I’m dying for him to squeeze it. It’s dangerously close to my FUPA but then there’s so much belly and thigh blubber surrounding it, there’s no way he can get inside unless I let him.

He feels it, biting his lip he’s so into it. I know it feels different from the rest of my belly; it’s even softer and the skin is really stretched out and thin.

“Squeeze it,” I say.

He squeezes but I can barely feel it. I figure he’s afraid because it’s so soft, like he’s going to pop me like a balloon or something.

“Harder,” I tell him, and like a good boy he really does it this time. So hard almost hurts, but in the best way. I’m all sweaty and throbbing now. I really have to get off but even half-drunk and horny as fuck I know I can’t do it in front of him. I just can’t.

“Okay, mommy needs to take a nap,” I say.

He helps me up — which he does a lot these days because his mom is really fat — and I totter back to my room, close the door and let my fingers do the walking. It’s the guiltiest orgasm I’d ever had but also among the best.

And that’s all it was, for about six months at least.

>>1569
The weather turned warm and I had my handyman open the pool early. I love my pool, miss it like hell all winter, and Will loves it too. What kid wouldn’t? The only problem is that none of my swimsuits fit me from last year. To be honest, they didn’t fit me that great then, either, but now they’re impossible. They’re so tight they actually hurt.

So I figure, Fuck it, I’d heard Europeans sit at the beach naked, families too and it’s no big deal. I go out in my robe (terrycloth, not silk), take it off and lay my lard out face-down on a lounge chair, a shitty, dirty romance novel and gin and tonic in front of me. My ass is gigantic and very white from being covered all winter, and I can only imagine what it looks like, but it feels good to have the sun on it.

Will comes out next and he’s kind of smirky and weird about it at first, but he jumps into the pool and does his thing, jumping and splashing around, trying out different dives and whatever else. I’ve probably put on thirty pounds so I’m a bit bigger and softer, but I was big and soft already. Meanwhile Will has really changed. He grew at least three inches and thinned out as well, having gotten into martial arts over the winter. His face is longer, his voice is a little bit deeper and he’s got a little hair on his body. He looks closer to a teenager now than a boy.

“You’re gonna burn,” he tells me. I can see his shadow, he’s standing behind me. “You should put some sunblock on.”

Of course he’s right, so I tell him to get some from inside and make me another G&T while he’s at it. When he comes out again he puts the drink in front of me and he’s just standing there, holding the tube of sunblock. Somehow I know what he’s waiting for.

“Go ahead,” I tell him.

He practically jumps around me, and I feel a cold squirt on my right cheek that he quickly starts rubbing in. It’s a funny feeling, having my butt manipulated like that. Unlike my belly, it’s not really something I can do myself. I hear Will laughing as he squeezes out more sunblock and starts working the other cheek.

“What?” I ask.

“I’m gonna run out.”

“Why, because my butt is so big?”

“Yeah,” he says, after pausing a second. “And it keeps getting lost in the, uh, dimples.”

“Okay, enough,” I tell him, but I’m laughing.

My ass is just as soft as my belly — both are pure fat, and his hands are sinking deep into it. It’s a lot of area to cover, as he mentioned, but after five minutes he’s still going, pushing and rubbing at it. I can’t say I mind, it’s actually turning me on a little and the gin isn’t hurting.

“Make sure you get the bottom part,” I tell him, as he’s avoiding my undercarriage for obvious reasons. “If I get burned down there I really won’t be a happy camper.”

He says nothing but starts doing his thing down there, and I swear I can feel it right through to my pussy. I start breathing heavy and I can hear Will as well. He’s rubbing it on my thighs now, between the fat rolls that I normally find totally disgusting but now I’m loving it. Just like on the couch all those months ago, I don’t feel like the saddest, fattest housewife but a voluptuous goddess of endless flesh.

Now I really want him to rub inside my crack but how do you ask your son that?

“Hey!” I suddenly cry out, and then realize he’s climbed on top of me, his hands on my ass, and I feel something hard pushing up against it between them.

I’m about to get up and push him off but I stop. I’m drunk, and so I’m feeling extra fat and heavy at that moment. It just seems like too much effort. I grab the sides of the chair and feel his dick trying to find his way into my ass. Obviously he has no idea what he’s doing, but I don’t mind. He seems to not mind either. Two strokes against the valley of slick jelly in front of him and I feel him shudder and something hot on my left cheek. He pushes himself off quick and a second later I hear a splash.

“Jesus Will, are you gonna clean me off?” I yell.

“Sorry,” he says, and I hear him coming back towards me.

“It’s okay,” I assure him. “But, you know, courtesy.”

I feel him wiping me off, his t-shirt rather than a towel for which I’m grateful.

“You kind of left me hanging, honey,” I remind him.

“What?”

I knew he’d have no idea what I mean but I love teasing him.

“Okay, so, when you’re with a woman you can’t just blow your load like that, hop off and go swimming,” I instruct him. “You have to make sure she’s satisfied too.”

“How do I…”

I can’t believe what I’m proposing. Am I really going to let him in my pussy? Shitfaced and turned on as I am, I decide, No, that’s insane. I’ve gone too far.

“Nothing. You’ll learn,” I tell him. “Now help me up.”

>>1570
Whether drunken incest was the catalyst or not, I actually got my shit together by the end of the summer. Sort of. I lost a little weight, stopped drinking, started having an affair with our handyman. Can you call it an affair if the other partner doesn’t give a shit? Okay, I was fucking our handyman, there you have it.

Not many guys are into gals my size but it’s pretty obvious when they are. And Frank was really into it, knew his way around a fat woman’s body, worked every inch of my blubber and my fat, thick pussy til I was Niagra Falls, and then rammed me with his long, strong cock til I screamed and bit through the mattress.

The really good news was that Jack was setting up new offices in Miami and told Will he wanted him to come down and stay with him. Jack was thinking about his legacy now, which was cool with me. Will was at an age where he really needed a dad and even sober, I could barely manage being a mom. Selfishly (as always), I was looking forward to having the place to myself. Or rather, myself and Frank.

And Frank turned out to be a great boyfriend, reminding me what I’d been missing all my life. He wasn’t super-bright, but funny and cool and just macho enough to be sexy without being a dick. He was also a great cook and loved the gigantic gourmet kitchen I had, and never had really used before.

As we settled in together and the weather cooled off, he started to fatten me up. I’d only lost maybe 20 pounds, so I was still super-fat, but now I was getting fatter again. He was Italian and had learned his way around the kitchen from his own fat mama, and obviously learned how to apply guilt as well from her. If I didn’t clean my plate and have seconds, and thirds, he’d pout or nag or even threaten. Once I told him I was stuffed so he just started feeding me, and when I pushed him away, he slapped me.

It sounds manipulative, maybe even abusive, and it was, but I loved it. He’d feed me til I was ready to burst and then gently lead me to the bedroom where he’d fuck me like a beast. Merging food and sex like that was a dangerous thing for me, and I started gaining weight even faster than before. To the point where it was getting hard to walk, to get out of bed, to wash myself. But Frank loved it so I loved it.

At one point Frank wanted to know exactly how much I was gaining, and that’s when I broke the scale. He was so turned on by that, he almost came in the bathroom while we were standing there. He told me he wanted me to be 500 pounds and I told him that’s what I wanted too. Mind you, I’m short — five-two — so I knew I’d be all but bed-bound if not maybe dead by then but I didn’t care. It seemed the most wonderful way to go out, a gigantic blob just eating and being fucked til I couldn’t breathe anymore.

Will came home for Christmas and we were both shocked by the changes in each other. Me for being so much fatter, of course, and Will having grown another couple of inches and starting to look like Jack. I could see right away Frank was jealous. He was trying to be cool, knowing I’d be glad to see him, but he could sense a certain energy between us he knew was more than mother-son.

The feeling seemed mutual. Will was a warm, friendly kid and yet he was unusually chilly with Frank, and Frank picked up on it. It didn’t take long for things to get nasty, in fact we didn’t even make it through the first dinner.

“Yeah Mom, Frank must really be feeding you well,” Will cracked, right after I made a joke about my weight.

“She’s fine,” Frank grunted.

“Shut the fuck up, pool boy, I’m talking to my mother,” Will told him and Frank launched himself straight across the table and went for his throat with both hands.

I screamed and tried to get up but I was already full after two plates of pasta and useless anyway, trying to push my huge, wobbly body out of my chair. Will and Frank were on the floor, Frank easily overpowering my son, who was taller than him though not even a teenager yet. Then I heard Frank howl, a horrible sound that hardly seemed human.

I finally managed to get to my feet and saw Frank was rolling around beside Will, who was standing now. Frank was clutching his crotch and it was pretty easy to figure out what had happened. I never went to his matches nor cared much about his hobby, but apparently Will had become quite the fighter in his little shopping center dojo.

“Sorry Frank,” I told him, pushing Will away before he could do more damage.

“You two are nuts!” he groaned. “I’ll fucking kill that kid!”

“Get out of my house, old man,” Will said, spitting on him.

Frank made it to his feet and came at Will again. Blind with rage, he knocked into me in the process and I fell into the wall. I then watched Will step aside, graceful as a ballet dancer, grab Frank by the neck, lock it in his arm rabbit punch Frank in the nuts yet again with his other fist.

Frank was crying now and Will stepped on his head as he came over to help me up.

“Okay, enough!” I gasped. “You made your point, honey.”

“He’s an asshole, mom.”

“You didn’t give him a chance.”

I now felt sick, from watching two men I loved bash the shit out of each other, and also from all the pasta I’d inhaled. Will could tell I wasn’t okay and led me to my bedroom and laid me down on my bed.

“Sorry,” he said, as he pulled off my slippers.

“You can rub my feet,” I told him, waiting for my stomach to settle and to recover from all the excitement.

This time I really wasn’t feeling my fat, sexy-wise, but the opposite. I was sweaty and couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I felt like I weighed 1,000 pounds, that I was burning up inside, not just between my legs. Will was now rubbing my swollen ankles and then my fat prosciutto calves and that felt good, or at least took my attention away from how lousy I was feeling otherwise.

And I didn’t object when he went higher, up to my thighs. They were so doughy and bloated with flab he had to really press hard to get to the muscles but it was nice, like a proper massage. I was still breathless, feeling lightheaded, but my pussy was heating up. I sqeezed my legs together and trapped Will’s hand between them and held it. Slick with sweat, he pulled it out without much effort and I heard him laugh. He pushed his hand back in, higher, almost below my crotch. I had particularly large, soft inner thigh bulges there Frank loved to play with and Will did too, apparently.

I was squirming, could feel how wet I was, and hear it as Will rubbed and squeezed. I had no panties on — I never wore them anymore, since Frank had made me so fat — and so Will was able to easily slip his fingers between my swollen pussy lips and inside me. I gasped with shock and pleasure but I wasn’t okay. The edges of my vision were going dark and the weight of my chest and belly felt like they were crushing me.

Will was tickling my clit with his thumb, working his other fingers in and out, and I realized he’d picked up some skills in Florida. I was gushing all over his hand, into the fat folds of my thighs, felt myself burning up and then shivering with cold. I started coughing and drooling as I came, unable to breathe for several seconds at a time as I waved my arms around uselessly, trying to get myself into a better position but there was none to be had. I had to sit up but I couldn’t, my belly was just too big and fat.

Will was standing above me now, had his surprisingly big, meaty dick in his hand and was pulling at it. I turned my head just as he came, the cum shooting onto the side of my face as he kept stroking itself. I was too breathless to say anything as I saw Frank come up behind him, grab him by the neck with a fireplace poker and pull him off the bed.

I couldn’t see over my beached whale of a body but I heard horrible gurgling sounds and knew Frank was choking him to death. I couldn’t speak, and when I tried to roll myself over I couldn’t do that either. At some point I passed out and when I woke up again I was at the hospital. Will was there and had massive bruises around his neck and eyes and could barely talk.

Then police pushed him out of the room and asked me about Frank, and I told them Frank had threatened our lives, had made us get naked and do horrible things. One of the detectives was female and was sympathetic. She told me Frank had fled but they were looking for him and he’d be found soon enough.

In fact it took them two weeks and he refused to surrender so they shot him dead. Will moved back in with me, and we’re helping each other recover. We've never been closer, and God as my witness, we’ll never be apart again.

>>1571
If you like what you just read, I've got a DA page with a bunch of stuff that's somewhat less twisted than this, though still pretty dark: https://www.deviantart.com/mrwrong1

Does anyone have stories about a loving mother becoming a corrupted slob? I really liked all of foogo's comissions in sofurry.com minus the anthro stuff.

In the end the latest chapter was so long I decided to just translate into Word/PDF format now and do the small tidy-ups to earlier chapters at the same time. Think I have five chapters left - WIP progress link here and latest chapter is pages 32-49

https://mega.nz/file/EAMFDKgQ#Xco-rMGo1mRtO8Wj99BSMU9E6cTJG0itxZZIzxk6Eeo

>>1574
God damn this was so worth the wait. I was really hoping Jessica would come back but fattened up, the part that described the pants + ass crack had me hard as diamonds.

>>1574

You knocked it out of the park and then some, excellent work!

>>1574 The rate everyone's transforming, this story's going to end with a big immobile cuddle puddle. Love the new update! Can't wait for more!

>>1574
Jesus good job that shit was amazing. Especially when he saw his friend again.

https://www.deviantart.com/pawndramon/art/Merry-Milf-Birthday-Viking-Upskirts-gift-847821199

There is some great stuff in here! Bump.

there's this incomplete sister-gets-fat themed hentai

https://nhentai.net/g/343505/

i still have my extremely long, quite incomplete brother/sister weight gain odyssey filed away somewhere. never got around to completing it.

I found some incest stories, but they're furry.

Just a warning:

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19318871/ - Mother

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19318852/ -Generational Love

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19318835/ - My Cousin

>>1699
no offense but the prose here is really, really weird and unnatural, to the point that it's hard to enjoy

>>1700 https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38068845/ I found the Generational Love but I can’t view it on my phone.

>>1707
1. Don’t bother these stories blow
2. If you still want to and have an iPhone download Libre Office Viewer Lite

Here’s an idea I think would be good. Thomas is the teenage son of two workaholic parents who is sent to live with his maternal aunt in rural Florida, reason being for his folks to get rid of parental responsibilities. Thomas soon discovers that Aunt Penny is a monstrously obese trailer park bum who sleeps around with anybody interested and as a result has upwards of a dozens teenage daughters, all shaping up to be like there mama. While this is a huge change of pace for Thomas, who was born into New York City high society, he soon realizes that beyond all the advances his aunt and cousins make towards him they genuinely do love him forcing him to come to grips with his own emotionally distant parents. Over time he starts to tan, put on weight and has several romantic trysts with both the local girls and his relatives. I think a good ending would be for Thomas to retain his intelligence and manners from his previous life but to also give into being a fat cousin loving southerner.

>>1767
Get rid of him gaining weight and its a perfect story.

>>1767
>male weight gain
Perfect

>>1776
>>1775
The duality of man.
Male weight is perfect btw

Hey, just wondering what the status on the next 'something about mom' chapter.

We need answers yo

https://www.deviantart.com/nickeds0/art/Truly-The-Perfect-Mother-WG-Commision-862362620

Any word on Vigilante? Wondering if he's ever gonna finish his story...

Yes, still working on, though as with my other story I write in fits and starts and been working on other stuff more recently. It will be finished!

>>2064
Thank you based god

Does anyone have the story that was posted on the last site about the brother and sister. She starts fattening him up and having sex with him. Eventually their parents die and it leads to the sister gaining a lot of weight also

>>2079

>>2064
ty based vigilante

hey perverts.

so i worked on and off for years on a huge sister story, but eventually forgot about it.

i decided that it would be a shame to let it go to waste so i'm going to post all the complete chapters. i may or may not finish it, although i wouldn't be offended it if someone else decided to finish it instead.

i'm just trying to decide if it's better to post directly to the board or if i should put it all in pastebin.

Hailey's Gift

Chapter 1

As far back as I could remember I had always been enamored by bigger women. I'm not psychologist but it probably had something to do with the fact that there weren't a lot of overweight people in my life growing up; my Mom and Dad were fit whilst my younger sister was practically a twig (as teenage girls often are). We grew up middle class and I would struggle to name a family friend, distant relative or even an acquaintance who had let themselves get pudgy. And so, seeing a flabby, lazy body became something of a curiosity to my young mind. Then it became a rare treat, before finally it became something else entirely. I would sate my curiosity with secret images searches online and I would trawl daytime TV for glimpses of portly women. At a young age I felt like a freak, like the only person alive with these strange desires. Maybe if I'd discovered earlier that I wasn't an outlier or that there are healthy outlets for these desires I would've taken a safer path than I did.

And as it turned out I wasn't the only member of my family discovering their desires for the first time, and figuring out how they would deal with them. My sister Hailey was blossoming from a shy, introverted bookworm into a hot-blooded, outgoing teenager at a rapid pace. Hormones had hit her hard and suddenly her developing body was driving her boy-crazy. Mom & Dad tried to remain calm as their spotless angel began spending more time at the beach, sneaking out to parties and going on dates, all the while wearing less than they deemed acceptable. But hey, these things are normal for a girl her age, discovering herself and her feelings. It was common for Hailey to parade herself around the house in little more than shorts and a crop top, or on hot days even just a bikini so little was left to the imagination. She was truly lithe and the way she playfully threw her body around the house without a care was the way only a teenage girl could. Her long almost ginger hair flowed down past her pronounced collarbones, and she was naturally blessed with adorable, beaming facial features. Her once innocent smile now had a touch of mischief laying just behind it.

My sister and I were very close, but as the end of high school loomed on the horizon I had other things to deal with. I had finally got my drivers license this year in the lead up to college, and Dad had helped me get a deal on a shitty used-car from in town. It was an older sedan but even though it was a piece of shit I still kept it clean. I mostly used it to hang out with my deadbeat friends, drive around and talk shit like dorks, visit the mall, drive to each other's houses to play video games... dumb teenage shit, nothing out of the ordinary.

And speaking of dumb teenage shit, eventually Hailey started getting herself into trouble. When Mom picked her up drunk from a party she was almost willing to let it slide – teenagers are always gonna be teenagers after all – but by the third week in a row she had truly used up her free pass. The worst though was when the parties weren't even parties, and more than once Mom would find herself collecting her absolutely hammered daughter from an apartment with only two or three teenage boys present. The final straw though was when Dad, rummaging through Hailey's room on a suspicion, found a small joint and a dildo hidden under her mattress. My bedroom was next to hers upstairs so I had the pleasure of hearing Mom and Dad's muffled yelling and Hailey's apologetic sobbing through the walls. Suffice to say my sister was grounded indefinitely; no parties, no boys, and absolutely no socializing outside of Mom's field of vision. She was far from happy but she took the move with as much grace as she could. Like a jail sentence, it's easier if you simply come to terms with it.

Hailey and I were only separated by a couple of years so we got along pretty well for siblings. However, being my sister's only social outlet was too much of a responsibility for me. All hours of the day she was knocking at my door and interrupting my 3DS sessions with a “Watcha doing?”. Half the time I would let her hang out, but I was just as likely to shoo her away so I could enjoy my solitude. She was hard work and required a lot of social energy...

Another thing that was becoming apparent was that my sister now didn't have an outlet for her, uh, teenage desires. Little did we know that the surprise Dad found under her mattress was probably a hint at something bigger. At first I tried to ignore it but being one room over from her meant I couldn't. Late at night, when the rest of the family were asleep, sometimes I could just hear the muffled moans through the walls. First it was every now and then, maybe once weekly, and often times I could barely tell what it was I was hearing. I mean it's not like I could judge her though, I was spending a couple of nights a week researching overweight women on my laptop, but slowly my sister began to outpace me. I don't know if it was the boredom of house arrest or if my sister had been gifted with a very strong drive but soon I would catch a groan or a sigh every second evening. Clearly that wasn't doing enough for her because one fateful evening I heard her fire up the faint but unmistakable sound of a vibrator. I thought I was mistaken at first, where the hell did my sister manage to find something like that?? And it wasn't long before the occasional electric buzz became less occasional until I could hear my sister using the thing almost every evening. Long sessions at about the same time each night, methodical. And... could you believe it... eventually even that wasn't quite enough to quench her appetite.

“Do you like what you see?” Hailey chirped antagonistically.
“Huh?” I snapped out of my trance. Shit, had I been staring at my sister in her skimp red bikini sprawled across the sofa? For how long?? I started to blush.
“I said” slower this time, “do you like what you see?”
Um, yeah I guess. I mean she was definitely a beautiful young woman and her swimmers left extremely little to the imagination. I mean I didn't like to admit it but she looked almost like a swimsuit model, and the way she was lightly sweating and glistening in this summer heat didn't help either. Objectively she was gorgeous, but to really answer her loaded question, no. I was not perving on her. First of all, she was my sister and I wouldn't dream of it! And second, as hot as she would be to any of my friends she was just so... waifish. Her breasts were little more than mounds in her roomy bikini top, her behind was one of those flat non-booties that skinny white women were cursed with. Her ribs were visible through her skin, as were most of her bones. I wasn't a picky man but if she weren't my sister, if she was just a new student in high school I would probably be the only boy in my year who wouldn't look at her twice. She simply didn't have enough meat on her bones.
“Are you just gonna gawk at me?” she jabbed, “Or are you gonna answer me?” She awkwardly paused before adding, “So do you like my new bikini bro?”
Oh, right. She'd bought a new bikini...
“Um yeah, it suits you!” I blurted out. I was going red and I could see that this amused my sister no end.

A couple of nights later in the dead of night I booted up my laptop and began doing a bit of “research” on the female body. Seeing my sister's explicit yet unsatisfying body had only made me hungrier for something heartier. I trawled my favorite BBW blogs to remind myself of how a real woman fills out a bikini, not this starved nonsense. After finding a video of an obese woman strutting around a Miami pool in a string bikini, I settled into a decent jerk off. The woman in question paraded her gigantic ass and flab-riddled thighs with pride, the movements and the sheer scale of a beautiful, hefty woman was a thing of unmatched beauty. It didn't take me long to finish, and the urge to go to sleep fell over me almost immediately after. I took the headphones off and, to my awkward realization, heard the sound of Hailey's vibrator through the walls. Shit. Had she heard me? Shit! God, I hope not, I like to think I'm pretty quiet but you can never really know. Hailey wasn't far behind me by the sounds of it, and soon after she peaked at a volume that was loud even by her standards. Oh god, so fucking gross. I did my utmost best to push it from my mind and in the eerie silence after the storm I made a largely unsuccessful attempt get myself to sleep. By tomorrow this icky feeling would be gone.

“Did you sleep well last night?” my sister asked me the next day as she past me at the breakfast table.
It completely caught me off guard. I tried to find the words but just spluttered for a moment. I could feel myself going red. “Uh.... yeah I guess. Slept like a log.” and then, before I could stop myself, “um... you?”
She chuckled, “You could say that it was the best sleep I've had in a long time. I really hope I sleep that well tonight...”
Was that a wink? If so it was the most subtle one I've ever seen. I made an effort not to look up from my cereal for the rest of the meal.

Chapter 2

After that evening it felt like... well it's ridiculous to say but it felt like Hailey was targeting me, like my sister was teasing me and putting me in slightly sexy situations with her to make me embarrassed or something. For her sick amusement. She would waltz into my room to ask me if I liked her new underwear or if I thought a mark on her chest looked like a mole. She spilled water on her top while cooking dinner, she would forget to close the bathroom door during her shower. She was trying to get a reaction out of me and it wasn't working. Don't get me wrong for any other boy my age it would've boner-on-the-spot material, for me though she was only as cute as a bag of bones could be. At every attempt I did my best to ignore her or to play dumb, it was juvenile humor and didn't warrant a reaction most of the time. This lack of response seemed to frustrate her, and she'd get more brazen with physical touching. This slowly built up over weeks until she was positively flirtatious. I wasn't budging.

Even her late night sessions became more scarce, and that pent up tension made her even more desperate. She must've known she needed a better angle but she had no clue why her flirtation wasn't working. Meanwhile I was on the other side of the wall discreetly researching a very different kind of female anatomy. A woman who had once been slim waddled to the fridge, her immense ass eclipsing the webcam for a moment as she entered frame, and began gorging herself on leftovers. The sight of such an indulgent woman, not just an overweight woman but someone who had intentionally devoted herself to the act of consumption and someone with no care for her health or how she was rapidly growing out of her clothes... that was indeed enough to get me rock hard. It was becoming clearer to me that the act of actively becoming obese was even hotter than simply being obese, it was dedication to a divine craft. Hailey could probably deduce that my own sessions hadn't slowed down (no matter how discreet I attempted to be) yet my sister was completely in the dark as to why I still managed to allude her now obvious attempts to catch my eye.

And she was completely determined to find a way in.

I came home later than usual one evening to find my bedroom door open and my lamp on. It was a week night and I had met up with two of my friends to play Xbox after school, not realizing that I'd be leaving my room open to ransacking. I approached slowly and eventually I could see my would-be burglar hadn't made their escape yet. My sister was laying across my bed on her stomach, engrossed in something on my laptop. I cleared my throat.
“Oh” she jumped up, “you're home!” she quickly nailed a hotkey of some sort, probably to immediately exit the window she had open, then slammed the laptop shut. She composed herself and sat up on my bed. “My iPad is on the fritz again and I had to look something up for homework.”
“...right.”
For a moment she went to say something else, blushed, decided not to say it and scampered out without making eye contact. It all struck me as being off, invasive. Was she snooping through my files? Was she looking up bad stuff on my machine? Downloading a virus? I could probably stress myself out for the rest of the night but I decided to put it out of my mind. It was almost definitely one of her weird pranks and I'd be better off ignoring it. At very least I'd be better off deleting my browsing history, hiding my downloads and thinking up a less predictable password...

The sexy situations seemed to grind to a halt after that weird encounter, to the point where it felt like she might even be avoiding me. I didn't understand it but I was glad, my sister's behavior had come pretty damn close to crossing some boundaries. Instead she would barely even make eye-contact with me and would see her quickly scuttle away to her room. More than once I had seen her do this with a shopping bag or clutching her backpack, but I didn't think much of that. I did however notice that she had returned to the occasional late night session, and as gross as it was I could at least be glad that she'd found a healthy outlet for that pent up energy.

This calm only lasted about 4 weeks.

“Big bro,” she called down the hall. I was sitting on my bed with the door ajar and before I could really register my sister was letting herself into my room. “Big bro, can I ask you some advice?”
“Uh,” she was wrapped in a dressing gown that I only vaguely remember her owning. “Yeah, sure. What's up?”
“Well,” she flicked on my room light and began undoing the knot at the front of the gown, “I remember you liking my red underwear so much.”
The knot was undone and she dropped the robe entirely. She stood there in nothing but her skimpy underwear, slowly pivoting to give me an almost 360 degree view of her body.
She continued, “Do you think they're getting to small for me?”
Oh wow, it'd just registered. My skinny bag of bones sister Hailey... well right it the middle of her red lingerie sat a bit of a belly. Not much but on her usually slim figure it stuck out like crazy. She must've gained what, 10lbs? In 4 weeks? How in the hell had she done that?
“Uh... y... um...” I had been completely blindsided.
She cradled her little gut cheekily, “You don't have to be polite bro, I've been a bit spoiled recently. Found a new favorite brand of potato chips and... well... guess I might've overdone it a little.”
“Over.... overdone?” in spite of my better judgment I could feel myself getting hot, flustered even. No, no this isn't right! Get a hold of yourself!
“Yeah maybe,” she smirked, “I'm up to about two packs a day now. They're just so gooooood!”
“Well... maybe you should slow down a bit... I don't know Hailey, they still look good. I can barely tell the difference really...”
My sister giggled to herself, paused and watched me for a moment. She was watching my reaction, gauging my expression and how awkwardly I stood there. Then, after a moment, my sister scooped up the gown off the floor and onto her shoulders. “Look don't worry about it, I just wanted to see what you thought.” she retied the gown around her, “And since you reckon it they still look good I think I'll hang onto them for a bit. Thanks big bro!”
And with a big smile she slunk back out of my room, leaving me blushing and trying to recompose my thoughts. And, wouldn't you know it, that night while I lay in bed trying to quell my weird uncomfortable feelings, my sister treated herself to a nice long session.

Finally owning my own car meant that this year my sister had would occasionally hit me up for a lift whenever Mum or Dad turned them down. She wouldn't really message me first. So when she messaged me a couple of weeks after the disrobing incident I assumed that she'd exhausted her other options. She sent me her location on Maps and because I wasn't doing much else I cruised into town. I'd screwed my head on a bit better after the bikini thing, she was just being a weirdo and trying to make me feel awkward again, same as always. Plus the more I thought about it she wasn't really chubby or anything, it was just the shock of it all that got me. I'd put it to rest. As I drove for some reason I'd had in my head that the location she'd sent me was probably her friend's house or something. Maybe a store. It was only as I pulled up that it dawned on me that my sister had sent me the location for a Mexican takeaway place in town. Not even a good one either, one of the trashy ones that you don't visit unless you're completely drunk. And there my sister was in the car park, not completely drunk, smiling her sweet smile with here greasy brown takeaway bag in one hand and a large soda in the other.
“Oh my god, thank you bro!” she said as she shimmied her behind into the passenger seat, doing a balancing act as to not spill her dinner.
“No problem, but uh...” god, I could see up close that it was actually a pretty big bag. Full too. “... what exactly are you doing at a shit-hole like this?”
She giggled, “Getting dinner silly!”
“I see.” My voice indicated I did not. “That's... that's a lot of food Hailey. Are you going to be able to eat it all by yourself?”
“Of course bro, I've just had this big appetite recently.” She was wearing a crop top and as she clipped her belt across her I could see my sister's little belly pooling slightly in her lap. Her thighs were thicker too, her jeans a little tighter than usual. As soon as she was strapped in she began helping herself to the contents of the bag noisily. I started the car again and sat there for a moment feeling like I needed to say something. What was I feeling? Anger, that she'd made me pick her up for this? Concern for her health? Awkwardness, about how I felt seeing her little belly? Anger at myself for letting this happen?
Eventually I realized there was nothing to say and nothing I could really feel right now: My sister had bought Mexican and I picked her up, end of story. I started driving out of the car park.
“Hey bro!” Hailey asked with a mouth full of cheesy fries, “Did you want some of this?”
I politely declined.
“Well, more for me then!”

Chapter 3

“Bro!”
My sister called for me from the bathroom down the hall. Three weeks has passed since I'd picked her up from the Mexican take out and since then she'd had me pick her up from a pizza place and the new burger chain that had set up in town. Each time I had lightly chastised her for eating too much junk and each time I'd felt weird about seeing my sister so brazenly stuffing her face. Eventually I'd had to tell her that I wasn't her taxi service and that I wasn't going to help her eat junk food.
“Brooooooo!”
“Alright alright, I'm coming!” I yelled back, frustrated I paused my game.
I stormed down the hall as to make my annoyance known, and when I rounded the corner froze for a moment. I could see straight into the bathroom and there looking into the bathroom mirror was my sister. I would've backed away at that point but she'd already seen me.
“Look at this bro, isn't it crazy?”
She stood there in her underwear and bra, staring herself down in the mirror. In her hands she cradled her gut. All that fast food must have gone straight to her belly because it was protruding out a little. Maybe she was poking it out a bit, not that it mattered really. She'd never had an ounce of fat on her and now she was in her underwear showing off the effects of her binge.
“I told you my appetite has been pretty big recently. Looks like all that food went to a better place huh?” And with that she turned to me and giggled.
I tried to laugh back but it was weak and forced. Instinctively I slowly walked into the bathroom.
“Guess you were right bro,” she continued, “looks like it's probably not super healthy to be eating all that take away after all.”
“Yeah uh... guess not.” I could not take my eyes of her gut. It looked good. I hated to admit it but it looked really good on her.
“Well, don't just stand there staring!”
“I wasn't star...”
“Come have a feel! I bet you're dying to know what a food baby feels like.”
I should've said no, but I didn't. I didn't say anything, and my sister rightfully took this as a surrender. She took my hand and held it against her belly. Her sweet little belly. I was silent, I hated that I didn't pull away. I hated that I didn't hate it.
“Not bad huh?” she said softly.
“Not bad.”

The whole thing made me feel strange and conflicted so I decided to focus on the more important thing looming on the horizon: college. In just a couple of weeks I would be out of home, road tripping out of state and setting up my new life as an almost adult. I was going to parties and living it up with my local friends for the last time, and all of a sudden all the Hailey stuff seemed kind of insignificant. Not that that deterred my sister, who was now making an obvious effort to eat junk food and wear midriff tops in front of me. It didn't achieve much, she was a twiggy little thing and the more I focused on leaving home the more her actions came across as insignificant.

And maybe that's why she attempted one last, aggressive action in my final week at home. My room was mostly packed down at this point and I was going through and doing a final sweep of stuff that I wouldn't need and could throw out. There was a knock at my door.
“Come in!”
I turned just as my sister entered the room and closed the door behind her. I was speechless, she had strutted in in nothing but her underwear.
“Hailey...?”
She turned to me, grinning. “Yes?”
“Why uh... why are you in your underwear? Have you been walking around the house like that??”
She giggled. “Well, since you're going away I thought this might be the last time you get to see.
“Get to see? What exactly?”
“Get to see how fat I'm getting silly!”
“Hailey, this has to stop! You're not getting fat!” That was only half true really. Down to her bra and panties little was left to the imagination and I could see her belly was looking tight and stuffed. She wasn't fat, but she was fatter.
“Oh trust me,” she purred, sliding both hands onto her gut, “I'm getting fat. I just got on the scales this morning, want to know how much weight I put on in the last two weeks?”
“No.” Yes.
“5lbs. I put on 5lbs in a fortnight.”
That was insane. “That's not much Hailey. You're young and hormonal, these things happen. Doesn't mean you should be walking into your brother's room almost naked and showing him your tummy.”
“Well,” she started advancing on me glacially slowly, “I seemed to recall you were interested last time.”
“I... that was different Hailey. I felt weird about that afterwards. I don't want to do that again.”
“Yes you do. You want to put your hand on my stomach and feel how soft my gut is.”
“Hailey I'm serious. This needs to stop.”
“At this rate I'm probably going to look pregnant in a month or so.” She was closing in on me now. “My ass is starting to get big too. Have you noticed?”
“Hailey, this is your last warning!”
“Come on bro, don't be weird about it. Just grab my belly. Play with it!”
“Hailey!” I practically yelled, “Get the fuck out of my room now, or else I'm telling Mom & Dad!”
That stopped her right in her tracks, and for a moment her expression was lost. The it calcified into indignation.
“Well alright then, fuck you too!” she turned and began storming out, “Sorry for trying to do something NICE for you before you go away. Some fucking brother you are!”

And that was it until that day when I finally waved goodbye. My sister's anger was short lived and on that final day she even mustered appropriate level of sentimentality. It didn't hurt either that I'd decided to gift her my shitty sedan as she'd just begun learning to drive. I could part with my car partially because I was taking a train interstate to the college town that would become my new home, and partially because the car really was a piece of shit and I'd be upgrading to something a little nicer as soon as I started working. The whole family drove me to the station and upon arrival it was all hugs and tears. And then, in the blink of an eye, I was gone.

After I'd moved out for college I had tried to keep my distance from Hailey. The situation had gotten very weird and my hope was that a bit of space between us and she'd calm down. That there would be no reason for the junk food and overeating, that her weight would settle and her big brother fantasy would fade away like a weird hormonally charged phase. So I would ignore her messages for days, brief answers, no Skype and so on. Initially she had tried to talk every day, but I was strict. I used the tried and tested “I'm too busy at college” excuse and that seemed to work. Soon it slowed to a trickle, and I hoped this was a sign she was detoxing from me. We kept it up like this for a couple of months and it seemed to work, I could sense that she was less flirty, less provocative than she had been. She was more like a little sister. Maybe that was why she chose that point in time to call me.

“Calm down Hailey, I can't understand you when you talk this fast!”
On the other line she took a moment to compose herself, “Mom... The bitch took away my allowance!”
Hailey still got an allowance? “Shit, that sucks sis!”
“Sucks? It completely fucking sucks!” she was fuming. “Just because I snuck out ONE time!”
Ah. “Oh, you're socializing again! At least that's positive. It was like Fort Knox for you last year.”
“Well not anymore!” she huffed, “If I don't have money how can I do anything? I can't go out with my friends, nothing! I'm gonna go crazy!”
“Well,” I tread gently, “You could always try getting a job? I had one at your age...”
“Ugh! You sound like her! Do you know how hard it is to get a part time job this time of year? If I look for a job now I probably won't find anything for another 4 weeks. What am I meant to do till then? I'll miss every party, every time my friends go to the mall... I'll just be lazing round the house all summer!”
Lazing? I couldn't allow that. “Okay okay... calm down Sis. Look, I might be able to help you out. You want a little bit of money to get you through the next couple of weeks?”
“Oh my god!” she sounded relieved, “That would be amazing! You'd be my hero!”
It was nice to hear her happy, unstressed. “It's nothing Hailey, really. I can transfer you $100, will that keep you out of trouble?”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you...!”

Chapter 4

She was curiously quiet for the next few weeks, until she shocked me with a single message. Well not a message as such, a single attachment.
“Thankyou.mp4”
I saw the message on my lunch break but the size of it, almost half a gigabyte, forbid me from checking it to much later that night. Somehow I just felt like this was important, so I waited until I'd finished study for the evening, eaten dinner and had nothing else to do before bed. I downloaded the thing, the download slow enough to make me anxious. Finally when the thing was done I dimmed the lights and put on my headphones.
“Hey bro!” a disembodied voice announced. The video was portrait, clearly filmed on her phone. We were in her car, my old car, which appeared to be even messier than usual. The usual for a teenager's car I guess, a few empty wrappers and soda cups that she couldn't be bothered throwing in the bin. I guess it wasn't my car anymore so I had to let those feelings go. She was still nowhere in sight, the phone pointing at a paper bag on her passenger seat.
“Thanks to you, I can finally get something decent!” I could hear her smile even if I couldn't see it. Wide and a little mischievous. The paper bag I now realized was in fact a fried chicken takeaway bag. A big one.
“Oh no.” I muttered out loud.
“Mmmmm,” the voice moaned sensually, “I can't wait to eat this! Hold on, let me set this up hands free...” And with that the footage got shaky as she started to set the phone up on the dash to face her. Finally she was in shot and, oh dear... it looks like she had managed to put a little more weight on in my absence. Not much but I had hoped she'd have lost at least a couple of pounds since I left.
“Well, long time no see big bro!” she giggled to herself while one hand lightly slapped her little gut. Referencing what we were both thinking. “Well since you paid for lunch today I feel like I should share it with you!” she laughed to herself, “Like a mukbang or something I guess.”

I wanted to look away, I really did, but morbid curiosity stopped me. What was the harm in just watching? I'll have to see it all to properly respond to her. And see it all I did. My sister was a methodical and determined eater, working away at the fried chicken at an efficient rate, however she had somewhat regressed in terms of table manners. She chewed, slurped and swallowed audibly, at times talking with her mouthful and once even letting out a burp under her breath. It was quite a display, both intimate and grotesque.

With the lines of communication now open my sister spent the next few months sporadically hitting me up. Nothing out of the ordinary, save for a couple of requests for money here and there. I played it cool and aloof, waiting days to respond and often with short or indirect answers. The mukbang video had shown that she hadn't completely changed and I couldn't encourage that behavior. More than once she'd send me a selfie of herself eating a greasy burger or an ice cream and I responded by lightly chastising her unhealthy eating. She was taken aback but seemed to acknowledge I had a point. With such a huge distance between us I could only gently influence Hailey and with the lightest touches hopefully she'd eventually steer herself back on course. That was the plan anyway.

“Mom kicked me out!”
I read the text over and over but I still struggled to believe it. I knew Hailey and I knew Mom, this didn't sound like the sort of situation either of them would be in. How bad had things become at home in the year that I had been away?
“That's awful little sis!” I began messaging back, “What happened?”
“She's been mad at me since I told her I was dropping out of highschool.”
Hailey's text continued, “She told me if I didn't apply for college and I didn't get a job within 4 months she was going to kick me out.”
“That fucking sucks.” and then, “Wait, it's only been like 2 or 3 months though?”
“Well” and then, “Mom kinda found my weed stash”
Holy shit, my sister the stoner? “Okay, this is starting to make sense.”
“Oh come on, everyone smokes!”
“I know I know, but obviously that's gonna piss Mom off.”
“Enough to kick me out? She's such a bitch.”

We continued like this for a while, Hailey venting about how unfair this whole situation was a me the understanding brother agreeing with her. Mostly. I mean sure, making Hailey homeless was pretty shitty and out of character for Mom, but I could tell that my sister hadn't made the situation any better with her behaviour. And smoking weed? While living at home? That was just asking for trouble. After that evening we did a lot more to keep in touch, Hailey either calling or texting me at some point each day letting me know how her situation was unfolding. For that first first month she was couch surfing with friends, spending about 4 or 5 days on someone's sofa before moving on to the next friend. I was sending her cash for food every couple of days since Mom had completely cut her off, to which my sister sometimes responded with a selfie inside the fast-food restaurant or with her takeaway in the car. We both knew that this wasn't a situation that was going to work in the long term.

And so, the good brother that I am, I decided to save her from homelessness. I called her and told her the good news, that if she could haul her ass across state lines then she could come and stay with me. My sister, who still had my beat up sedan and a little more than enough cash for petrol, was absolutely thrilled and I could barely stop her thanking me over the phone. We made plans that she would pack up, say her goodbyes and hit the road next week.

Chapter 5

If she stayed at the speed limit most of the trip and limited her stops she could almost make it to me in two days, but realistically it'd take her three. That third day was a Sunday so I was able to spend most of it waiting for my sister's arrival, vacuuming, doing laundry and watching out the window for her. And wait I did, it wasn't until 9pm that my old sedan pulled up in the drive. She had really have taken her sweet time getting here. I grabbed my keys and jacket and made it downstairs just in time for her door to open. With a bit of energy she managed to heave herself out of the vehicle. A couple of fast food wrappers and takeaway cups tumbled out with her.
“Big bro!” She screeched, and ran toward me. Attempted to run towards me. I was disappointed but not shocked, her weight had increased a little more since seeing her mukbang. Remembering that she had once been scary skinny, I could now see many different parts of her that didn't exist a year ago. And those parts wobbling. It took a moment to register that my rail-thin little sis now had titties and they were jumping like crazy. Her thigh gap had disappeared and soon she'd be worrying about chafing. And her pudgy gut, well it had finally started to muffin-top over her short shorts.
“Little sis!” she practically crash tackled me as I got the words out. We hugged hard for a moment.
“It's good to see you!” she eventually broke the hug. “But you must be joking calling me little!”
Again she grabbed her belly paunch for effect. I hesitated, completely lost my words.
“Don't be embarrassed!” Her polite laugh mercifully broke the silence. “I'm not an idiot, I know I've put on a bit of weight bro! Soon as I'm settled and I find a local gym it'll be a distant memory.”
I forced a chuckle, “Oh, really? I barely noticed. You've always been stick thin so a couple of pounds barely affects you. Anyway, your weight is the least important thing right now little sis. Let's get your bags in and get you settled.”

Hailey seemed to believe I had offered to take them in alone so she took the keys and let herself into my apartment. I opened up her car door and my god, it was hard to believe that it was the same car I had once driven in every day. Rummaging through it for her bags I could see her fast food wrappers and empty chip packets had multiplied and had caked the floor. It was concerning, not to mention gross. The thing smelt like old food and every slightly cup shaped hole now had an empty large soda jammed into it. This was less like the car a teenage girl would drive and more like the car of a drug dealer.

I hauled her bags upstairs to find her relaxing on my sofa and treating herself to some chips she must've had in her handbag.
“Oh thank you!” she beamed, “Would you be able to take them to the bedroom please? I just got comfy.”
“The bedroom?” I set the bags down, “You know you're going to be sleeping on that sofa right? This is a one bedroom apartment Hailey.”
“What?” she stopped snacking for a moment in fear, “I thought I'd be staying in your bed?”
“Uh... no way little sis?”
“Oh come on!” she pouted, “I'm only going to be here for a little bit. We used to do it all the time as kids! It's totally not weird!”
There was a horrible awkward silence, I almost agreed just to make the moment go away. That was until finally she cracked up laughing.
“You should see the look on your face big bro!” she was in hysterics, “As if I'd want to sleep in the same bed as my goofy slimebag brother!”
I was shocked for a moment, came to my senses, and eventually started laughing too. “Oh wow, okay I have to give you that one sis. You actually had me for a second!”
“Oh brother,” she wiped a tear away, “You're still so easy to wind up. I think that we're going to have a lot of fun staying together. Just like the old days...”

Just like the old days huh?

Well my sister took a her sweet time settling in. My days were spent mostly at college and the few days I wasn't there during the week were mostly spent at my part time job at the cafe. I worked my ass off at both and didn't have a lot of time to myself besides the occasional drink with college friends or going for a walk around the park if the weather was nice on Sunday afternoon. My sister on the other hand... I understand that she's a bit younger but I was a little concerned by her laziness. She spent most of her days “looking for work”, which roughly translated to staying at home on her computer all day. I offered her subtle hints about maybe getting out of the house and getting some fresh air but she would just laugh and deflect.
“What are you trying to be, my brother or my mom?” she'd giggle without looking up from her screen.
And hell, I was starting to feel like her Mom too with all the work I was doing around the house for her. Hailey expected me to prepare her meals, do her washing, do all the cleaning and get her anything she wanted when she called out. It pissed me off to no end but I was also feeling to awkward about her situation to tell her off. Plus she had this annoying kind of whiny baby voice she did when she begged that was so gross and immature... that I also kind of enjoyed a little bit?
“Pleeeeeeeeeaaaase??” she called out to me from the sofa she called home.
“Hailey, I'm serious. You've already had four. Four is more than enough!”
“Pwease big bwrother?” oh god there was that cutesy voice again.
There was a long long pause until finally and silently I emerged from the kitchen. Doughnut in hand.
“Okay okay, but seriously Hailey this is the last one before dinner! Don't spoil your appetite!”
“I love you big bro!” she was elated. I held the doughnut out to her but instead of taking it from my hands she opened wide with a cartoonish “Ahhhh” sound. I thought about protesting for a moment but quickly gave in, placing the doughy treat into her mouth. She giggled in approval. Then, halfway through chewing, “I pwomise bwo... that I'll still be hungwy for dinner!”
How promising, “Okay Hailey.”

She wasn't lying either: Hailey was becoming something of a bottomless pit for food. I tried to prepare her healthier lunches and dinners but I wasn't a complete fool. I could tell that while I was at work she would either drive her beat-up sedan to the corner store or order Uber Eats during the day. She wasn't as good at hiding her rubbish as she thought she was, and I could clearly see the discarded wrappers and masses of empty soda bottles when bin day came around.

Hailey also failed to completely hide from me the fact that she was still smoking weed. Her habits seemed to feed off one another and it concerned me that she made absolutely no attempt to curb any of them. On the contrary, if I didn't know any better I'd say that she used getting stoned as a way of making herself just that tiny bit hungry again after a big meal and to discourage any productive or physically exerting behaviour. More than once she would finish a champion sized dinner and would excuse herself to “go for a walk”, only to come back noticeably zonked and with just enough motivation graze on some post-dinner snacks while she was slumped in front of the television.

Maybe I was weak, but I really felt like I missed that moment early on when I should have chastised her for this frankly self-destructive lifestyle. So instead I just simmered, told myself that when the time was right I would gently bridge the discussion with her and let her know that it came from a place of care and concern. But as time marched on I just couldn't seem to find the right moment, and so she continued this pattern as the weeks marched on and on.

Chapter 6

A sound from the kitchen woke me. Disoriented I threw on a shirt and crept out. The lights were on and I could hear rummaging. Surely not a break in... right? I silently crept into the kitchen, following the noises. As I got closer I could hear chewing, moaning. I recognised the voice and as I rounded the corner I could see the would be intruder raiding my fridge: wearing only a pair of panties, my sister was leaning face first into my fridge and was helping herself to anything she could find. The only part of my sister I could see was her wide saggy ass poking out from the fridge door as her upper half was engrossed in raiding my leftovers, her ass cheeks now hanging out of her underwear so I could clearly see how much cellulite she had. It was worrying to see a young woman with a mom-bod like that, especially since Hailey had had a bubble butt just a month or two back. Some would say that she ruined her best asset but a little voice in the back of my brain wondered if she hadn't improved it. So meaty and juicy... I just stood there for a moment watching that big old booty. I shouldn't looked away, I kept telling myself I would at any moment, just one more second to soak it it. And then another, and another... Until I realized that the rummaging had stopped. My sister had turned her head out of the fridge and was looking at me in silence. She had a large container of yogurt in one arm, a spoon in another and yogurt all around her mouth.
“Um... can I help you big bro?” she eventually spoke. Her singlet was stained, some of them new but many of them not. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her closest nipple was rock hard. I could see past her into the fridge and it looks like she'd helped herself to a little bit of everything, some of the chicken I was taking for lunch tomorrow, a whole lot of my leftover curry, I even looked like she'd scooped out half of the french onion dip with her bare hands.
“I...” I didn't even come close to thinking of an answer.
“Just admiring the view?” her expression turned a little wicked.
“No...” maybe, “Anyway, what are you doing? Do you do this every night?”
“You haven't noticed?” my sister turned to me now, yogurt and spoon still in her hands. Front on I could see how unclean she'd let that grotty singlet get, it was clear that almost everything she'd sampled from the fridge had made some kind of mark on it. Worse still though was how small that thing looked now. My sister's stomach, my god, it had ballooned. When she arrived a couple of months back I had been genuinely shocked to see that she's let herself get a little muffin top. You become a little blind when you see something happen slowly day by day, but my sister's belly was now so round and weighty that it both stretched the fabric of the singlet and hung down to partially conceal the pantie triangle between her doughy thighs. My first and worst thought, I wanted to grope that big food baby. I wanted to know how soft my sister's gut felt. I wanted to feel her now slightly squinted belly button.
“Well... uh...”
Hailey spoon-fed herself again, clearly not embarrassed at being caught, “If you hadn't already noticed my midnight snacking,” she licked some of the yogurt from around her lips “Then I don't see the harm in me doing it.”
“It would be impossible to not notice!” I blurted out, “Look at you!”
A look of genuine shock. She was blushing now.
On the updraft of courage I continued, “You've put on so much weight! It's not funny Hailey, it's worrying!”
Gingerly she placed the yogurt back in the fridge. I'd hadn't seen my sister without a snarky come back before, without something to say. She just stood there, mouth open. There was a silence that hung over the air and as quickly as it had appeared my courage shriveled up. As tears welled up in her eyes my feeling were replaced with a sick, heavy regret. My sister began crying, really crying.
“You think I don't know that?” she hissed back, tears streaming down her cheeks, “You think I'm not embarrassed looking like this? I can't even leave the house anymore without people staring at my gigantic butt!”
“I just meant...”
“You just meant that you're embarrassed by your little sister, the greedy slob!” she shot back, “Just like Mom!”
“No I...”
“I came here because I thought you would make me feel safe! I thought you would help me get on my feet, help me lose weight. Now look at me!” She pulled her singlet up and exposed her engorged belly. “Don't look away! Look at what your little sister has turned into!!”
I obliged her, I really looked. She wasn't a big girl, not really, which made her big fat tummy look even more impressive. There it was, poked out and hanging down, so soft and so inviting.
She slapped it, it jiggled aggressively. “I used to be so pretty, now I've turned into fatass!” She had lifted her singlet a little too high and one of her breasts hung just below the safe zone. I dare not point it out to her now.
“Hey, hey... You're still pretty Hailey!”
She was sobbing now, “Bullshit! You said it yourself, I've gained so much weight that you're worried about me!”
“That was...” shit, that sounds pretty bad now, “I didn't mean it like that. I just meant... I just think it's time to start taking the whole diet thing seriously. I never said you weren't pretty.”
“You're so full of shit big brother! You don't think I'm pretty, you think I'm fatass!”
“No really! You're still pretty! You've just put on a couple of pounds is all. Not everyone wants a girl who's stick thin!”
My sister's sobbing had slowed up a bit but she was still upset. “You mean it? You don't think my big booty is gross?”
Gulp. “Some guys prefer girls with a little bit extra.”
“But like...” she sniffled, “I'm talking about my big fat ass. It used to be so tight and toned, now it's gigantic!”
“You're ass looks amazing, honestly!”
She smiled a little.
“I'm sorry sis, I went off the rails a little. I just..” I hesitated.
“You just want me to take better care of myself?”
“...yeah that's it. I want you to be healthy little sis.
She smiled a little more. “Look I understand bro. I've just been feeling self conscious about my weight. I promise that tomorrow morning I'll start a new diet, I'll put in some real effort to get myself off the couch and start being proactive.”
“That would mean a lot to me sis.” I gave her a big hug. I tried not to notice how soft she was.

When we finished we looked at each other for a moment. “Big brother,” Hailey broke the silence. “Can I ask a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Well since I've already half finished the yogurt you probably won't be taking it to work tomorrow...”
“Yes, you might as well finish the yogurt. I mean technically your diet starts tomorrow.”
With a tiny gleeful squeal my sister reached back into the fridge and retrieved her dessert. She resumed helping herself to but this time she was a little more methodical. She was looking me in the eyes as she slowly raised the spoonful to her mouth, swallowed and licked the spoon clean. Watching my sister eat like this was almost... sensual. A rush of blood hit me all of a sudden and my sense of reason became a little numbed.
“Um... Sis..”
“Mmm?”
“Would it be kinda funny if like... I fed you the yogurt?”
Bewildered, my sister simply wide-eyed me for a minute.
I continued, “I mean like, because it's your last night before your diet I think it would be funny to help you pig out. Like a kind of 'one last time' sort of thing...”
“Oh.” she paused, “You mean like I could pig out because it's my last night of freedom?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“And like,” she squinted, “You'd help me out?”
I forced a laugh, “Yeah, I think it would be fun. Like kind of silly but...”
“Sure.”
“I mean it's cool if you don't want to...”
“No that's a great idea!” my sister's mood turned on a dime, almost excited. “Okay so I'll go make myself comfortable in your room. Give me about 5 minutes. In the mean time, you go through the fridge and figure out what food you can live without. Bring it all with you.”
“...uh”
But she was already marching her meaty ass out of the kitchen before I could really assess the situation.

I made my way into the bedroom with an armload of food, heart beating out of my chest. I knew there was something wrong about this but to figure out what would involve admitting to something laying dormant, so I made an effort to leave those thoughts investigated. Instead I chose to think only of the matter at hand, my plump little sister with her flabby figure and tight clothes sprawled lazily on the bed in front of me. Her eyes shone with pure lust for the food in my arms, and they beckoned me closer.
“Ugh... I'm soooo hungry big brother!” she moaned as she grabbed her not-particularly-famished gut, “Pleeeeease feed me!”
And so I did. Slowly, as if to savor the moment, I raised one unhealthy snack after another to my sister's wide and greedy mouth. Dutifully she ate everything that was brought to her offering no signs of fulfillment or satisfaction, and so I continued to offer her more. She slowly grew more and more ravenous, as though the act of eating itself made her more empassioned and motivated.
“Touch it.” she whispered in a low voice between mouthfuls, “Feel how soft I've become!”
I did, gingerly stroking her fat little gut as she downed all manner of snacks I fed her.

We continued like this deep into the morning with a kind of subdued passion. My sister ate and ate and pushed herself right to the very edge of her capacity, until finally she could take no more. She lay there on my bed in a state of blissful fullness surrounded by empty containers, crumbs and stains. It was here that she drifted off as I gently massaged her bloated gut, before I myself succumb to sleep. The last night before her diet. I don't know if I really believed that, but that didn't matter much in that particular moment.

Chapter 7

After three months of living on my sofa... three months attempted diets that ended in huge relapses, three months of being just about to find a job and a place to stay... eventually the inevitable happened and my sister had finally outstayed her welcome. I thought about it more and more each day. How do I get rid of her? Every time a bring any small criticism or honest advice to her she either deflects or throws a tantrum. I was paying for her entirely lifestyle, enabling her even, and thanks to me her health was going down the drain. That night a month ago was a huge mistake, a lapse in judgment that had set a very bad precedent. That wasn't me. All these thoughts swam in circles around my head as I caught the bus home that night. My little sister problem wasn't so little anymore.

As I walked through the door a sadly familiar smell filled my nose, the potent mix of body odor and leftover food. As I passed through the living room I saw what I had expected to see: sprawled out on the sofa in nothing but her long-suffering panties was my sister. She was plumper than ever, her gut almost eclipsing her view of the television and her fat little breasts hanging either side of her. She was eating Chinese takeout again, if the container and chopsticks in her hands weren't a giveaway then the trail of noodles sauce splatter across her chest and leading up to and around her mouth would've been a giveaway anyway. She was probably a good 20 pounds heavier than the night of the fridge-raiding incident, now finally sporting a slight second chin and her meaty stomach both meatier and decorated with stretchmarks. She was an unpleasant sight to behold.
“Ahem!”
Startled, she broke eye contact with the TV and instinctively covered her bare chest. “Bro! You're home early!”
“No,” I was cold and sober, “I'm actually about 15 minutes later than usual.”
“Oh... right. I must've lost track of time.”
“So, did you get around to doing the cleaning today like you promised? Did you manage to do any of the vacuuming?”
“Um... I kind of forget. I can always do it tomorrow though!”
“No Hailey, not tomorrow. You promised you'd clean up today!” I scanned the room. “Not only did you not clean up, it looks like you've made even more mess. Look at all these Uber Eats bags and takeaway containers.”
“I just lost track of time, I was going to clean them up before you got home...”
“You're stoned, aren't you?!”
“Well... maybe a little? What, is that big deal all of a sudden?”
“Well yeah, because you had shit to do today!” I felt exhausted, “And exactly how many meals did you eat today Hailey? There's about 4 different kinds of fast food containers in here! It's not even dinner time!!”
My sister deployed her cute, pout expression. “I got hungwy!”
“Hailey, stop it!”
“Stwop what??”
“Hailey you promised! You told me you were going to go on a diet and try and get back on track!”
My sister's grasp on her breasts tightened as a low burp emerged from deep within her. She girlishly chuckled to herself.
“It's not funny Hailey!” I was getting angry now, “Get up, and put some pants on! We're going to clear all the junk food out of the fridge and you're going to do your chores!”
She pouted, paused, and then dutifully began scanning her surrounds for her shorts. I turned and gave her some privacy while she covered up, hoping that what I saw when I turned around would be less explicit. I was mistaken.
“Okay, dressed!” She announced. She was dressed alright, but half of her hung out . A lot of my sister now protruded out from under her shirt and hung out over her pants. She was covered in the aggressive red stretchmarks of extremely quick weight gain.
“You call this dressed?”
“Um, yes?”
I opened my mouth to chastise her, but found I had no words that could reveal a new angle to my frustration or a different way to try and impress the seriousness of the situation on my sister.
“Is something wrong big brother?” she said with a faux innocence, her hands across her belly in an attempt to look small.
“Look,” my anger fizzled out and all that was left was a sort of deflated residue, “I just... the way I see it...”
“If you need a second to figure out what do you mind if I grab a little snack,” she flaunted that put-on innocence, “I'm starting to get a bit hungry again.”
“Hailey, I think you should move out.” I said bluntly.
“What?!”
“I'm sorry. I love you and I didn't want it to come to this but I really don't think this is working at all.”
She began to tear up a little.
“I know your upset Hailey but please try and understand where I'm coming from. Since you've been here you're health, your diet, your job prospects and your routine have gotten much worse, not better. I don't think living with me is good for you.”
Whimpering, “My... health?”
“I just think that maybe you need a little push to stand on your own two feet. A bit of responsibility and motivation. And it's clear I haven't been able to give you that.”

I'll spare you the rest of the exchange as it quickly became volatile from that point on. Hailey cried and screamed and accused me of many things but this time I stood strong. By the time my chubby little sister had worn herself out she could see the writing on the wall, and stopped talking to me entirely. We had one final conversation the next day as she packed her bags and prepared to leave.

“Look Hailey, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I think a bit of space will be good for us and will hopefully give you more time to focus on getting your diet back on track and losing some of that weight.”
She turned to me, glaring. “You are so full of shit.”
“Come on Hailey, let's not end things like this...”
“I can't tell if you're just lying to me or you're lying to yourself, but I know the real reason you're kicking me out.”
I was genuinely taken aback. “What are you talking about?”
She turned to me a lifted her shirt exposing her meaty gut, “It's because of this!” she said with a slap, “It's because you're a perv and you couldn't handle how much watching your little sister turn into a pig turned you on.”
I turned cold. I attempted to reply but all I could do was stammer.
“That's right,” she said as she violently jiggled her belly fat at me, “You'd rather kick me out to the street than admit to yourself that your biggest fantasy came true!”
A sharp yet unidentifiable feeling was growing inside me. Something like anger or fear although it was hard to grapple with. I felt myself shaking, struggling to keep myself under control.
Finally, it a low voice I responded to her.
“I think it's time for you to leave Hailey. And then I think it's important that we don't talk anymore.”

Chapter 8

We lost contact with one another shortly after I kicked her out. I felt guilty, sure, but we simply couldn't go down that path. She messaged me a couple times but I thought it was best to ignore her. What else could I do? If I responded, if I told her I wasn't mad and that I still wanted to be her brother she would probably just convince herself that she could still change my mind. At first she messaged me every week or so, but as the months past she slowed her messages, until one day she stopped. I had succeeded, it hurt but for both our sakes I had to cut her off.

Maybe 9 or 10 months after I last saw her I was sitting in my apartment alone. I was drinking, feeling sorry for myself and making it worse with liquor. The guilt had got to me and in a moment of weakness I found myself looking for closure. I promised myself I wouldn't message her, but I did want to know what she'd said.

To my surprise her most recent message wasn't crying, apologizing or begging for forgiveness. About 2 months ago she had sent her last message, an attachment, on my birthday. The file was called “happybirthdaybro.mov” and this time it included a description:

“Happy birthday bro. I've made you a little gift. Usually I'd charge $14 for this but first one's on the house for family. I want you to just sit back and enjoy, and to stop feeling guilty. Xoxox”

Jesus, what could this possibly be? If I were stronger I would've closed the window then and there, but I was feeling too emotional and sorry for myself in that moment. With only the littlest hesitation I clicked the download button. While it downloaded I decided to take Hailey's advice get comfy, sit back and enjoy. I poured myself a drink grabbed the laptop and settled into the comfiest chair. I watched that download bar and after an eternity the thing finally finished off. I dimmed the lights and donned the headphones once more.

Hailey's Gift

No frills white text on a black background. The black faded and we were in Hailey's room... in Mom and Dad's house? Hailey walked into frame and sat down on her bed. Shockingly she was slim again, almost at her lowest weight. I was ecstatic for a moment, she finally got back to exercising and lost the weight! The pride lasted approximately 30sec before it dawned on me, Hailey didn't got back home after I kicked her out. No, judging by her size and her bedroom this footage was probably filmed just after I moved out for college. Finally when she was settled she began to speak.
“Happy Birthday Bro!” my sister was spritely, as I remembered her, but seemed to be keeping her voice down, “I decided to get a little creative so I don't know what birthday it is yet.” She was wearing her usual crop top and cut off denim shorts, her body still like that of a dancer, albeit with a little gut. “I don't know exactly how this present is going to turn out, but I have a suspicion that you gonna like it!”
I had been too busy being shocked by the sight of my sister skinny again that I hadn't registered that she'd brought a bag with her. A supermarket bag, and inside was a supermarket brand tub of ice cream.
“Anyway, enough blabber!” She was reaching into the bag and grabbing the tub. She had a spoon handy beside her on the bed. “It's time for the main course!”
Excitedly she started helping herself to the thick, semi-melted ice cream. She spoon-fed the sludge into her mouth, savored the mouthful, swallowed the lightly giggled at the absurdity of the situation. She was a gross and even quite noisy eater, spilling bits down her extremely slim chest and top and she left ice cream all around her mouth in her haste. She was enjoying it. The tiny girl began shoveling faster, with passion, and in very little time she had made it to the bottom. Her stomach wasn't used to such gluttony and I could see from her panting that she was visibly struggling with the uncomfortable fullness. But she smiled anyway.

There was a hard cut. We were back in her room but the light was different, my sister was in a different outfit. She was standing next to her bed holding her phone while her bed was seemingly covered in wrappers and fast food trash. Finally, my sister Hailey's body had ballooned, flattish gut now bloated with stretchmarks. Her thigh gap was now disappearing and her breasts actually tight against her bra. Still, phone in hand, the slightly plump teenager addressed the webcam.
“Hello again brother, as you can see it's been a couple of months since we last did this,” my sister slapped her pudgy belly to show how much she'd developed, “The reason I decided to record is that I've eaten my way through all of Mom's allowance. And knowing me, you'll know that I don't like to take a break from snacking all day. Sooooo.... I'm going to need to ask you a favor.”
With that she lifted her mobile and pressed call on the contact on screen. She put it on speaker. I already knew this phone call. She started wailing hysterically, her mood change like the flick of a switch.
“Calm down Hailey,” my tinny voice interrupted her, “I can't understand you when you talk this fast!”
My sister ran through her woes, her voice upset but her hand stroking her gut told a different story. She had played me, easily.

We cut to the next scene, and as I took a moment to take in the room I felt cold. I knew this room, I knew it so so well. It was my bedroom, not my old bedroom, my current bedroom. It was empty but some movement noises told me that my sister was just off screen, adjusting the camera. When she was satisfied she walked into frame. She was in her underwear and a small t shirt, she was thick. She had thick thighs, she had a substantial booty and her belly now hung out of her shirt a little. Her breasts had become a handful and as little as I wanted to think about my sister's nipples it was hard to ignore how rock solid they were poking through her shirt. She was pudgy, but not much more than that, maybe curvy was a better word.
“Hello again!” her voice was low, not a whisper but low enough that my neighbors couldn't here. She sat herself on my bed.
An educated guess based on her size and location would suggest that this video was taken around the time she moved into mine, when there was still hope of a job and a gym membership on the horizon.
“I don't have much time since you're down at the shops right now,” she spoke hurried, “But since I'm going to be living with your for a while I thought I might as well show you what I plan to do whenever you leave the house.”
She reached over and grabbed a box of store-bought cookies, lay down on her side and sat them in front of her. She opened the box and helped herself to the first one, her eyes closed and she quietly moaned. She chewed slowly, savoring the moment. Once the cookies were done she sucked on the fingers of that hand one by one. She began on the next one. The video had a strange energy that didn't quite make sense to me, that was until she got to the third one. Then, with her enjoyment clearly increasing, she slid her free hand slowly down to her thick thighs. I should've looked away. Her fingers burrowed between her thigh meat until the found what they were looking for. Slowly, while still working her way through the cookie box, my sister began to work herself. On my bed. She began moaning and her face, eyes still closed, began to tense and release. She got faster. She got louder. She began to eat the cookies faster until she was cramming them into her mouth. I feared she would choke.
“Oh fuck!” she managed through a mouthful.
With a mouthful of half eaten cookies, my thick sister had a loud orgasm on my bed, and was reduced to a panting, satisfied slump. She took a moment to swallow her food and catch her breath. She turned to the camera, smiling.
“There you go big bro. Now you know how I plan to spend the next few months. Whenever you're out of the house I'm going to treat myself, keep myself completely satisfied. Within the next couple of weeks I think you're going to start to notice a difference!” She patted her gut and smiled cheekily. She was about to continue when a sound could be heard in the distance. It was faint, hard to make out, but it almost resembled a key turning in a lock. A look of real fear came over my sister, terrified. As the sound of the front door opening could be heard in the background my sister leaped off the bed to the camera. She picked it up and pointed it straight at her own face.
“I have to go!” she hissed, “But I'll see you really soon!”
She blew a kiss, and then there was black.

Chapter 9

The next was almost the exact same framing of my room, but late at night. There on my bed she lay, her singlet covering little and her panties now getting a little lost in the depths of her fleshy pelvis. It goes without saying she was heavier, mainly in her gut. It was surreal and more than a little fascinating watching my sister become engorged little by little, and here she was chubby as hell laying on my very bed. She held a single finger to her mouth to indicate silence, and then she waited. I was not prepared for this. After a moment someone entered the room. Well not really someone, it was me who was appearing side of frame with an armful of leftovers from the fridge. When I thought my embarrassment and disgust couldn't reach new lows there I was, watching myself on the night of my sister's fridge raid and confrontation about to feed my own sister. Worse still was that the previous clip put this into a much darker context.

Through my fingers I watched as I, goofy as a horny teenager, fed my plump sister by hand on my very bed. I watched as I awkwardly asked if she wanted more, I watched as I gingerly touched her fat belly at her request, I watched with sheer disgust and shame at what I let myself become in a moment of weakness. But the worst shame of all was knowing deep down how much I was enjoying this, how glad I was that it had been documented, and how genuinely thrilling it was to be able to relive this awful moment over and over again. I hated to admit it, but this truly did feel like a gift.

The next video was Hailey in her car, driving. From what I could see of her head and shoulders she was big. She had a double chin now, her arms were wobbling as she turned the wheel and her breasts were the heaviest they've been. So this video... this must've been shot around the time I kicked her out. Sweet Jesus, I had forgotten how big she'd become in the short amount of time she lived with me. The difference between this sister and the one from the previous shot was enough to do a double take.
“Well,” she finally addressed me, “I didn't realize you actually had the balls bro! After all I've done for you! After I grew these puppies just for you!” she gripped one of her large breasts and shook it threateningly at me, “You think it was easy for me to get this huge? No, I worked hard to become all this woman! I put in a lot of money and a lot hours for you, and you just go ahead and kick me out!”
She was livid, splitting her time between watching the road and addressing me straight to camera. She was wearing an oversized kind of crop hoodie, one of the ones that wasn't particularly flattering to women of a certain size. I also noticed that the thing seemed to be stained with sauces, meat juice, crumbs and all manner of unidentifiable food stuffs. And now that I really looked at the frame I could see that the whole back seat of the car was now full of empty wrappers and sodas.
“All that bullshit? Concerned about my health? You're a liar bro, I know you. I bet every time you saw your fatass sister eating a box of Oreos you put that memory into your wank bank! I saw your eyes traveling south every time you tried to have a conversation with me, don't pretend that you weren't in awe of my wide ass bursting out of my tight little panties! Health? Bro admit it, you're just feeling guilty that I'm the hottest thing to ever happen to you. You'd kill to get a serving of all this if I weren't your sister!”
I'd never seen her this angry, I'd never seen her lose her composure like this. She must've sensed the same thing because she took a moment to concentrate on the road and collect herself. When she did speak again she was at a 6 instead of a 9.
“I know you think kicking me out is going to force me to straighten up. You think that I'll have no other option other than to go back and live with Mom, cut back on the snacks, go for a run every couple of nights, get a job... You think that this'll be my wake up call right?”
Yes Hailey, please!
“Wrong!”
Fuck fuck fuck.
“It's clear that I was playing amateur before, now I'm going pro! You think I'll starve myself? I can promise you I'll never be hungry again. Ever. You see, I could probably do the drive back home in one day... But that's no fun is it? I think I'll take my time, see the country. Maybe a couple of hours a day? And as you could probably guess I can't afford to stay in hotels or anything, so I signed myself up for one of those fat fetish sites. It's been a good 3 months since I had a decent fuck and since you wouldn't budge, since you were uptight to admit the truth to yourself, I might as well see who else is willing. It's simple, I've offered some guys what you turned down and in exchange they'll give me a bed for the night and a couple of meals.”
This nightmare just kept getting worse. I felt like every minute of this video took me further and further from reality, to an alternate dimension where right and wrong were switched.
“But more importantly, my road trip across the states is going to be measured in drive thrus and buffets. I'm going next level with this big brother, maybe six meals a day? Well, until my body gets used to it that is. Then who knows? All I'm saying is that you better enjoy seeing me at this size, it's the last time.”
Out her window I could see that she was driving into a Taco Bell car park and up to the service window. She hid her anger for a minute and offered the server her family sized order in a bubbly voice. Between windows she turned back to me.
“You think keeping yourself away from me will force me to lose weight? Pffft. I think if I keep this up you won't be able to resist yourself. I saw how you looked at my ass last month, you were right at the edge even then. Well imagine that ass multiplied by three? Yeah, now you get the picture...” She smiled to the server who handed her her feast, the mask was back on.

“Enjoy.” She said, and then for the next 3 minutes she greedily worked her way through her meal. She was a fast eater, noisy and seldom closed her mouth. She was determined and it showed. I was the most disgusted I had ever been, but due to the feeling in my pants most of that disgust was reserved for myself. My sister was making a pig of herself, and here I was unable to shut it down or even look away.

Finally the scene faded to black, but the runtime of the video still had a good 7 minutes to go. I could feel the anxiety rising, how could I keep watching knowing what was coming next? Or worse, knowing that I was going to like it? I couldn't deny it any longer, in my drunken state watching my sister grow fatter and lazier was making me incredibly horny. I knew it was wrong but I could not stop watching if I tried. She was ruining her body and it was my fault, I was a monster. But we were past the point of no return and every fiber of me being begged to see just how much she had ruined herself.

The video faded back in. My sister sat there in the middle of the frame on her bed. I had tried to prepare myself mentally but still my stomach just dropped; my sister was huge. The last time I'd seen her she had let herself become so fat that it had genuinely concerned me, now she was that plus about 100lbs. Hailey looked incredibly unhealthy too, her movement was slow and belabored underneath the weight of her flesh and her breathing wasn't great either. But she still managed her beaming smile with some effort. The white lingerie she was wearing didn't stand a chance against her now frankly massive ass and thighs. Her belly hung out lazily over her fat pad and like a restless child my gigantic sister could not stop fondling her gut. Her digits were now looking like fat little sausages, her underarm fat getting disconcertingly heavy. Even my sister's once tiny tits were massive, pillowy and invitingly soft, only to be dwarfed by the rest of her.
“Happy birthday,” her fat little lips purred. Deep red lipstick, glistening. For the first time I wondered what those lips would look like around a man's penis. No! Stop that!
“Do you like what you see brother?” she looked me right in my soul through my laptop screen.
How could she possibly have gotten so fat so quick? I just marveled at my beautiful obese sister on my screen, wondering how much food she was putting away everyday. How many meals had those beautiful fat lips made short work of in 9 months? I could picture those greedy fingers grabbing and shoveling food into my sister's face at full speed.
“I worked very hard for you,” she was slow and sensual, and I could sense a snigger behind her words, “And you've been missing out. How could you forget bout your sweet little sister? Well, big brother... I haven't forgotten about you...”
She slowly heaved herself and reached across the screen, grabbed the just offscreen item and dragged it back. A cake. A large, store bought birthday cake. My birthday cake.
“...sooooo even though you you've been neglecting your little sister, I bought you a cake anyway.” a pause, and a little grin, “And since you're not here to share it with me, I guess it's another meal for one!”
Again, I wished to look away but I simply couldn't. Without utensils my sister began grabbing chunks of the chocolate cake and ramming them into her mouth. She moaned, she had learned to love stuffing, she'd trained herself to adore the simply art of eating. She closed her eyes in pleasure, and when she opened them again she was looking directly at me. God, she was a lot of woman to take in all at once. So many new areas, so many places she manage to engorge. Her immense figure had become an amusement park of culinary indulgence, every roll, cellulite crater, every varicose vein... there wasn't an inch of Hailey that wasn't ravaged by obesity. She was eating at such an incredibly pace, the cake disappearing into my sister's mouth.

Chapter 10

I had tried to do the right thing, I had tried for so long. I hope you believe me when I say this. But in that moment I couldn't do the right thing anymore. I unzipped my pants and my full erection sprung straight out. I began stroking, and fantasizing about what my sister's body must feel like now. I wanted to know what it would feel like to hold her breast in my hand, to feel it's weight. I wanted to grab her stomach with both my hands and slowly massage it. I wanted to know what it felt like if my sister sat on my face, her gigantic cheeks engulfing me. I imagined what it would taste like to kiss her, what it would feel like with her mouth around my dick.

Of course, I came very quickly. I had waited a very very long time for this. I sat there, ashamed. Disgusted with myself, what I'd let myself become. I looked at the screen, horrified at what I'd turned my sister into. I had ruined her life, I had ruined her body.

So what now? Did I still believe this could be fixed? Could I nag enough that Hailey would get on the treadmill and by next year she'd be the energetic, athletic sister I remembered?

Honestly, probably not.

Well... could I be fixed? Could I go back to my life, knowing that my sister had turned herself into sexual fantasy too depraved and extreme that I could never have imagined it on my own? Could I continue to ignore her all my life? Could I truly end that relationship? And deprive her of her own happiness and desire?

I couldn't even begin to answer that question. I would have to do a lot of soul searching before I made any decisions. Until then, all I could do was watch the final minute of Hailey's birthday present.

My monstrously meaty sister burped, my birthday cake now just a memory and crumbs all through her bed. She slapped her gut and slumped as best she could. She smiled, devilishly.
“Well I enjoyed that a lot big brother. I enjoyed the hell out of that.” She was back to her sensual whisper, her words slow and considered. A shiver washed over me. “And I have a sneaking suspicion you did too! I hope you don't feel guilty or anything, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I enjoy eating and you enjoy watching, where's the harm?” she giggled a little bit, she was enjoying toying with me. Teasing me.
“Anyway, I think I'm going to say goodbye now big brother. That gorging session got me all worked up so I'm going to have to relieve myself. I'm thinking that I make a little room for dinner, have a threeway with some KFC and my old friend over there.” She gestured to her side table where I could see she'd made no effort to hide her vibrator. “I'd love for you to stay and watch, but then you'd have no motivation to come see it in person!”

God I wanted to see that. I could feel myself rising, ready for another round already. I'd have to make do with watching this video again.

“So I'm saying goodbye for now big bro,” she dropped her teasing smirk and replaced it with a melancholy, a longing, “But hopefully not forever. Everyday I'll be waiting for you. Happy Birthday big brother, please come back to me. Come back home to your little sister...”

I pulled up to the apartment building at the address my sister had messaged me. I sat in the car for a moment, shaking. I was incredibly nervous, I hoped no one would see me as I exited the car and entered the apartment complex. I felt as though being this far out in public that even an average citizen would see straight through me, see the perversion leaking out of me. I wasn't rational enough to realize that no one knew who I was, no one would ever look at me and my sister in her current state and and realize that we had come from the same house, the same dinner table, the same womb. But that didn't factor in, the truth is I had driven some 200 miles for some sick fantasy, knowing that even looking at the woman who lived her would be crossing a fundamental line in every modern society. Frozen in my vehicle, I eventually fished my phone out f my pocket and messaged my sister to come save me.
“I've just pulled up.”
There was a painfully long pause. Not imagined either, a good 15 minutes must've passed as I sat there.
“You actually came?”
I tried to leave a casual pause between receiving and responding but I couldn't. “Yeah.”
“You couldn't resist could you?”
I couldn't think of a response. Luckily she had a follow up.
“Stay there, I'll come down and meet you.”
My heart was beating out of my chest at this point but I didn't have to wait very long this time. Within a couple of minutes I saw the doors to the building shift a little, then settle, then swing open. I had known what to expect but nothing could truly compare to seeing it for myself: there she was in all her glory. Hailey was short, smiley and as absolutely beautiful as she'd ever been. On top of that she had spent our time apart becoming one of the most obese women under the age of 25 I'd ever seen in person. My sister waddled and heaved her mass out of the apartment front doors toward my car, beaming in a way that would melt any heart. She was wearing a worn old hoodie, one that was probably meant to be adorably oversized for girl's her age to sleep in when they weren't trying to impress anyone, however it had grown taut across her sizable chest and had lost the battle to hide my sister's morbidly obese gut. The hoodie was covered in food stains and it was obvious from the gentle bouncing that my sister didn't bother with something as restrictive as a bra. I was almost embarrassed that she would be seen in public like this but was too enamored by the view to care. She was wearing plus size yoga pants that she must've been poured into and they did little to hide how incredibly bulbous and lumpy her thighs had become. Her booty had become so gigantic that you could see the shape of it from the front, and where her yoga pants and her stained shirt didn't quite meet her gut spilled out of her clothes. As she slowly waddled toward me her entire body jiggled in a chaotic, choreographed display of proud gluttony. Even since seeing her gorge herself on my birthday she had managed to make herself even fatter, and I couldn't resist her any longer.

As my incredibly wide sister approached I finally got the nerve to get myself out of my car. I slammed the door behind me and turned to her, she was close now and so my arms opened wide to hug her. She didn't slow down. In a moment of confusion I stood there and let her collide with me, let her full weight slam against me and pin me to the car. I was trapped under an ocean of breasts, belly and flesh, crushed and warm, my sisters face right up against mine. She held me there, here adorable heavy breaths in my ear letting me know she was grinning. She was enjoying crushing me.
“Welcome home big brother,” she purred in my ear.

“Do yourself a favor bro,” Hailey teased as I followed her towards the stairs to her floor, “I've been told that the best viewing position is about 5 stairs below me.” She giggled.
It took me a moment to understand what she was recommending me but as soon as she started climbing I knew to take her advice without question. In front of me her enormous ass was just above eye level, and once she had taken that first step the behemoth began a rich and complex tapestry of jiggling. Slow and weighty, my sister's ass danced in a layered and deceptively graceful array of patterns, the sheer mass performing a ballet in her yoga pants.

We entered her apartment and the door swung closed.
She turned to me. “Make yourself at ho...”
I couldn't help myself, I slapped her gigantic ass hard. My own sister.
“Big brother!” a sharp excited inhale, “How... impatient of you!”
“I... I...”
“I know, you couldn't resist could you?”
“I'm... I shouldn't have... Jesus I'm sorry.”
She laughed again, then waited. A weird silence.
“Well?” she whispered.
“Uh... well what?”
“Aren't you going to spank me again?” she was speaking very low, like she was scared god himself might hear. “How about you make it hard this time?”
I didn't need to be asked twice. I really smacked her this time, her gigantic ass wobbled aggressively, the sound was a violent crack.
“Fuck!”
“Christ Hailey, you're absolutely huge!” I grabbed a mammoth ass cheek with each hand and pulled her into an embrace. Tight, we were face to face. I could feel how fast her heart was racing, and she could feel mine.
“Well,” she said softly, locking eyes, “If you'd been a better brother you'd have come sooner. Maybe you could've talked me out of it when I was getting chubby. You could've stopped me buying snacks, you could've told Mom and Dad. You had plenty of chances to save me. But you didn't really want to did you?”
I deflected.
“Is it too late little sister? Can we turn back now that we've had a bit of fun? Before the the point of no return?”
She smiled, then softly, “Would you even want that?”
I lent in and began kissing her like a lover. Slow, sensual and deep. My hands explored her ass, my sister's big, bra-less tits squished against my chest. We made out for a good 15 minutes straight, my hands groping and exploring her flabby form all over the outside of her clothes. We could have gone on forever were it not for a loud, intrusive noise from Hailey's stomach.
“Oh,” she blushed, “Sorry big bro. My body is so accustomed to gorging that it doesn't like going an hour without food.”
I grabbed a handful of belly in my hand, “We can't have you going hungry now can we little sis? How about you slip into something more comfortable and I go get you something to eat?”

aaaaand that's all i've got so far. the remaining chapters are incomplete.

>>2130

That was majestic. More please!

>>2130 Keep going, that was great

Anyone have the first parts of Hail to the King archived from last thread? It's been ages so I'm not certain it will ever be finished but I'd like to at least grab what was written.

Any stories involving a very obese son and a feeder mom?

>>2169
THIS, if anyone has some pls lemme know

>>2171
I mean vigilante has been doing some of that stuff both with what he's posted and his original Magic Ring story at the beginning of this thread.

>>2172
Im aware, and both are so goddamn good! But i wanted to know if anyone else has touched the concept either in or outside of this thread

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Hail-to-the-King-879725112 ga_submit_new=10%3A1621204151

Just finished Hail to the King finally and decided to upload it to my Deviantart. The Aunt & Nephew story is next on my to do list.

>>2266
A surprise and a welcome one at that.

>>2266
>Aunt & Nephew
Can't wait, which kind of Aunt are you thinking right now? Personally I'm a big fan of the successful and single/divorced "wine aunt" archetype.

>>2269
Thomas and Alice.

>>2309
Ah sounds good.

Vigilante, are there any more chapters completed yet?

>>466
>>465
>>464
So sad that no one ever posts the prequel art to these with them

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Alice-and-Me-Part-1-882592946

Decided to make this a parted series. More to come soon.

>>2335
I think more people would want a Sequel at this point.

>>2396
Fuck yeah, awesome. Thanks, man.

>>1574
how's the progress coming along?

>>2410
Life stuff getting in the way atm, trying to not force it.

>>2396

This was gold, please write more.

Yo degenerates, still working on Alice & Me part 2, but here's a Lil side story.

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Caring-Sister-884687871

Comments and Constructive Criticism is always welcome.

Also, made a few incest captions (mommy, aunty, and sis b-day) and the rest found on image fap.

forgot to post aunty

How do y'all feel about jamiestarrincestblog on Tumblr? Aside from the grandma shit. I have my limits.

Small spelling error but I'm VERY baked atm.

I would love to read a story about someone visiting their obese, immobile, and very sexually frustrated cousin.

Any word from vigilante ?

I’ve paused the current story to work on a new idea I had. Not abandoned though, I just like to take breaks and work on a couple of things in parallel.

I’m going on holidays late summer and that’s usually when I have time to smash out a few chapters. Will be posted here the moment they are ready!

>>2596
what's it about, I'm hoping it can somehow top an amazing story about a a mom, a horny boi, and his buried cock

It’s about a guy who gets the power to transfer weight between himself and others - loosely based on the universe from the UK show Misfits. Less in your face family sex stuff, but will be a brother / sister dynamic throughout.

>>2604
hmmm.... not bad, but just promise you'll come back to the other one at some point, I love 2nd person stories

Gonna post an update:

Making good progress on part 2 of the Aunt story with a cousin story coming along nicely, however, with currently only $8 to my name I'm gonna have to focus on getting d0$h since I'm pretty sure I don't write well enough for shit like commissions.

I DO plan on finishing it. Just gonna take more time than I realized.

>>2524
who is the woman in the 2nd pic

>>2654
Juicy Jacky

>>2519
Do you know who this is ?

>>2625
Sounds good m8, do what you gotta do.

Spoiler one isn't mine but decided to post it along with some OC stuff here. Having some writer's block, so have some of these.

Have some more OC stuff. If anyone has any Constructive Criticism, I'd love to hear it. I'm learning how to use Gimp, so hopefully, I'll improve in due time.

>>2722
Who are the second and fourth women?

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Alice-and-Me-Part-2-Teaser-888675264

Everyone decided to post a teaser after a small scare about a week or so back.

>>2760
Do you know who is in that picture ?

On the last board there was a story or well fleshed out idea of a sister who fattens her brother. Then when their parents die she also starts to get fat and eventually becomes pregnant.

Does anyone have it?

>>2083
>>2785
Here it is

hey vigilante? do you have any chapters of that new story out yet?

Does anyone have access to that recently deleted e-hentai weight gain comic featuring Gwen from Ben 10 who puts on weight and eventually she and Ben fuck ans she gets more plump and fatter?

https://www.deviantart.com/fyssiono/art/Gwen-s-Gain-Page-2-890423760 is this it?

>>51

kind of a silly question, but I'm a bit confused on the date format bbw-chan was using in ancient times.... which thread was before which?

does this thread

https://web.archive.org/web/20161107065301/http://bbw-chan.net/elite/res/2422.html

come before this thread?

https://web.archive.org/web/20161107062814/http://vi-test.bbw-chan.net/elite/res/1083.html

or is it vica versa?

Idea here, a last man on earth scenario where a mom, sister and son have to repopulate, but the mom and sister are very large

This thread is glorious but it comes in waves , does anyone have a writer they know that I could commission ?

Does anyone have any asoiaf/got incest weight gain stories featuring characters from when the books take place or historical characters?

I groaned as I awakened in a dark room. Immediately trying to rub my face, I realized I was restrained.

"What the fu-" I jumped at a voice beside me as a Light turned on to my left.

"Oh! You're awake!" My Cousin stated happily while sitting beside me in a chair.

My eyes bulged. My Cousin wasn't the most, mentally stable, of people.

In fact, I thought she was actually in a facility for her issues. However, noticing her curved body moving to sit beside me, I realized her clothes were a little too snug. It looks like she's gained some weight, though she definitely tried to hide it.

Sitting beside me now, I was about to ask her a question before she interrupted.

"Do you remember what you said last time we were together?" She asked me sweetly.

I shook my head while raising an eyebrow. That was literally years ago, definitely past five I think?

"Well, you said, 'one of these days, you'll find a man like me Cousin.' It was after I broke down after my 3rd failed marriage. And it got me thinking..." She eased herself beside me, cuddling my restrained body as she put her head on my chest.

Her pillow breasts pressing into my chest felt nice, but I was much too scared and horrified to really consider that fact.

Oh no, don't fucking tell me...

"Then I thought, well, why NOT you? You were always so sweet, caring, even when the rest of the family thought I was a nuisance, you were there..." She leaned up to my ear and began whispering, giving me goosebumps.

"I realized that the fact we're related is probably weird to you. So, until you're comfortable with our new relationship, you'll be restained for a bit, okay?" She whispered, her hot breath on my ear making my heart beat even faster.

"What the FUCK are you talking about!? Let me go!" I yelled at her, scaring her as she jumped back.

"Ah ah ah, no one can hear you in here, especially with the door closed. Anyways, I have to get to work, also, you're probably noticing I've gained a little weight." She then proceeded to take off her shirt, revealing a muffin top.

"Well, just before I brought you here, I decided to do a little snooping. I had already gained a few pounds over the last few months, but," she paused, looking me in the eye with a devious smile, "I was REALLY surprised with how fat you like your women from when I checked your browser history. I mean, I don't think I'll be getting immobile anytime soon, but I'm willing to put on a few for you Cute Cousin." She pinched my cheek.

"Cynthia, please, don't do this..." I begged, however, she pulled a rag out from a nightstand and gagged me.

"Don't worry Cousin, I'll make sure you're well taken care of..." She said as she leaned up and kissed my forehead...



Haven't written due to writer's block, but am trying to get back to it. Wanted to write something a little darker, let me know what you guys think.

>>3250
Great start! Can’t wait for more

>>3250
Definitely moar plz

>>3250
It’s okay but there is a lot of random capitalization of words that don’t need to be capitalized. Doesn’t matter too much but I’m a stickler for that kind of thing

I think is safe to ask what happened to Vigilante story, its been almost a year since he updated it

I’m close to finishing another brother / sister story which I’ll post when done. Then I’ll go back to “there’s something about mom”.

Also happy to hear people’s ideas about short stories they would like to see written. Always looking for inspiration,

I can’t wait to read it ! And I don’t have many suggestions rather than maybe a Newphew or Son gets to choose who he wants in his family and of course has a thing for incest , that probably wasn’t the best idea but I’m no writer , also do you have a account like on curvage where you post all these ?

>>3387
Need more stories about immobile fatties receiving care from a relative. Maybe a brother/sister story?

>>3387
Maybe a short story about a chubby BBW who owns a rather popular local bakery, and her son introduces her to feederism and fattens her up massively?

Or perhaps a nephew fattens up his aunt as some sort of revenge at first, but as she plumps up, he realizes that he's actually into her, and thus keeps fattening her for pleasure?

Or maybe a guy marries into an obese family that is all openly into incestual feederism? Could be from his POV witnessing everything.

>>3387

>>3387
I have two that you might be interested in

>>1263 Has anyone ever thought about writing a story about a mother and son getting stranded on a tropical island? I’ve read a few in the past but I was wondering if anyone here was interested. It’s a pretty simple premise; a morbidly obese single mom and her son go on a cruise together (either to celebrate an occasion or just for vacation) but there ship is caught in a nasty storm and sinks. They wake up the next morning on a deserted island with plenty of tropical fruits and other food stuffs around. They also have little clothing as there garments were lost to the sea. Over time they get horny and try to resist there urges until they finally say “Fuck it, there’s no one else here and no one has to know” and have sex. It might seem a bit basic but there’s a lot of room for creative freedom.

>>1767 Here’s an idea I think would be good. Thomas is the teenage son of two workaholic parents who is sent to live with his maternal aunt in rural Florida, reason being for his folks to get rid of parental responsibilities. Thomas soon discovers that Aunt Penny is a monstrously obese trailer park bum who sleeps around with anybody interested and as a result has upwards of a dozens teenage daughters, all shaping up to be like there mama. While this is a huge change of pace for Thomas, who was born into New York City high society, he soon realizes that beyond all the advances his aunt and cousins make towards him they genuinely do love him forcing him to come to grips with his own emotionally distant parents. Over time he starts to tan, put on weight and has several romantic trysts with both the local girls and his relatives. I think a good ending would be for Thomas to retain his intelligence and manners from his previous life but to also give into being a fat cousin loving southerner.

>>3387
Maybe a 'clueless' incest story? About a boy being fattened up by his female cousin. They've always been close, and due to the fact they're family he doesn't really get that he's become her fattening toy. Once immobile, he's now trapped with her, and that's when she pulls back the curtain and reveals just what she's into.

TLDR: Cousin fattens the MC who doesn't realize what's going on until it's too late.

Nice, thanks all. I have been thinking bout the deserted island one - might well do something around this idea next.

>>3423
Make them conserve the ship and the food inside it >:) , as like everyone leaves thinking the ship it's gonna sunk but it just end up crashing in a remote island

Anyone got some good stories to share while we wait for new vigilante drop?

I know this is old stuff but I'm new to this thread and just want to say if anyone else is new here too then the story by the top "Mom and the Magic Ring" is a must read. Don't be daunted by its length. Just went through the whole thing tonight and wow. This is coming from someone who doesn't even like ssbhm. That story made it tolerable

>>3423
Probably the billionth anon to ask but are you done with the unreleased story yet?

>>3469
Bruh, chill. Maybe try writing your own like the other guy was doing?

>>3532 (Dead)
>>3537
>>3536
>>3535
>>3534

any chance we could get a pastebin? it'd be nice to save this as a text file rather than image files that way it's easier for me to find in the future and I can open it in a text editor that lets me do things for readability like increase font size or whatever... sorry to be so needy, but i've read the first third or so and it's pretty great (given you posted the first section as text I am assuming you have it saved on your end as text, if it's only as images on your end, nevermind, it would be too much effort for anyone to retype, but if it's a simple copy/paste my request seems more reasonable)

>>3567
Why don't you make one yourself?

>>3571

I explained quite clearly? if someone can copy/paste it they should... if somenoe has to retype it all, then they shouldn't?

>>3567
There are a bunch of free OCR sites, would take you 15 mins to process all of these into a txt file.

Anyone got any weight gain stories about mothers?

Some rather good ones:
https://www.deviantart.com/bobothehobowrites/art/Stacy-s-Mom-Part-1-832009787
https://www.deviantart.com/aliwnsaredemocrats/art/Mom-s-Gain-Part-1-886520779 (Don't like the whole arousal thing though)
https://www.deviantart.com/jokermoon/art/Midlife-Gluttony-846835544
https://www.deviantart.com/nickeds0/art/Truly-The-Perfect-Mother-WG-Commision-862362620
https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=106502

https://www.literotica.com/s/a-mother-transformed-pt-01

Cant wait for the next there’s something about mom

i wouldn't mind seeing the other Vigilante's story even though it still needs completion. It's been a hot minute since i read its works.

And I'm just waiting for Alice and me part 2

Anyone know where to look for more incest wg stories?

There is a really hot ssbbw/bbw incest story up at literotica.com I'm surprised hasn't made its way here. It's called "A Rose's Thorns" by Valen2000.

https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6007388&page=submissions

The mother and aunt are BBW's and the daughter is now planning to gain weight as well.

https://www.literotica.com/s/thick-sister-love found this today

Does anyone have any videos? Here's one I found http://www.incestflix.com/watch/bbw-bonnie-secretly-fattened-up

I must bump this thread back to the top, also I’ve been a consistent lurker on this thread since 2021 how are you guys doing ?

y'all need to check out the site lierotica, it has literally thousands of incest stories (fattening/transformation included)

>>3976
Not Feeder/Feedee-centric though. And even then, as someone who browses there; the women don't get NEARLY as big enough to be considered SSBBW except in a few stories. Hell, most don't even breach 350+ lbs.

Though, that CAN be changed with more writers.

>>3975
Life ain't doing SUPER well chief. To the point I can't really focus on writing atm...

Does anyone have incest stories that mainly revolve around the intimacy of being a caretaker for a super obese (maybe immobile) person? Kind of like >>721

Sneaking up behind her, I approached my sister. She didn't even notice me, then again, with how much TV she watches; she wouldn't notice me unless I was stomping towards her. I took the time to really admire her rear.

Her massive, couch-crushing ass was snuggly fitted into a pair of custom-made yoga pants, though, it's not like she does Yoga anymore with me around. If I had to guess, she keeps them in order to trick Mom as if she hasn't gained 127lbs since moving in with me. She was easily as wide as 2 1/2 people; and at 483lbs at only 5'3, she was a very big girl.

I smiled, sneaking up closer. She was playing with her belly while stirring a big pot of mac an cheese. Eating a big spoonful, she moaned at the taste. Something that easily gave me a hard on. I smiled before wrapping my arms around her waste, feeling her jump (or the equivalent for a woman of her size) before realizing it was only her older brother.

"Jesus! Do you HAVE to scare me like that?" I pressed my hard-on into her ass, grinding her.

"Only when there's a massive sexy hog in front of me." She sighed, grinding her ass into me.

"Yeah? Well this massive hog is almost done with dinner. So why don't you set the table." It was more of a command than a question.

But that's something I've always loved about my lil' sis. She always knows what she wants. Setting the table, I heard her waddling over with two bowls of mac. Hers obviously being another slightly smaller pot. I took the moment to grab her by her love handles and pull her close, embracing as I kissed her long and deep. She moaned, leaning further into me and pushing her sexy belly into my erection.

"So Mom called today." She said as we broke apart.

"Oh? And what'd she have to say?" I pulled the two chairs out, letting her sit down with a huff.

"Just asking how my little 'weight loss' is going since living with my personal trainer of a brother." I smiled at that before taking a seat myself, digging in.

"Hmm. She would probably die of shock if she were to see you now. Just wait until she sees you around 500..." She smiled with a knowing look, massaging her braless tits under her tank-top.

"And who's fault is that big bro? I can't help it when you keep snacks and fatty foods around me 24/7. Hell, if I had to guess... I'd say you were fattening me up?" I finished my bowl quickly, getting up and coming over to her side of the table.

I began massaging her shoulders as she began to really dig in, slowly moving my hands lower, and to her front. Grabbing her tits, I lifted them before letting them drop. The action causing some sexual frustation to her as she began to voraciously devour her pot of mac. Moving down, I pulled her belly out from her yoga pants, letting it rest on her absolutely massive thighs. It was at this point I began to kiss her neck, little light smooches going up until finally planting a deep kiss on the top of her head as she finished her first pot.

There was more to go around. Grabbing it, I walked back over to the stove and getting another large portion. Repeating the process, I began to whisper into her ear.

"There's a good pig..."

"God you're getting so fucking big..."

"Soon you'll have no clothes left to wear..."

Each of them caused her to eat faster and faster, making a mess of her tank-top. Finally, after her 6th portion, there was nothing left. And she leaned back into her two seats, her belly absolutely bloated.

"Ooooh~ Fuck!" Biting her lip, she began to massage her belly.

"Is Piggy full? Oh? But you still have desert left..." She looked at me confused.

I walked over to the bags I left by the front door, not wanting her to hear me coming. Retrieving a cheese cake, I brought the rich white desert over to the table.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me massive..." It was more of a statement than a question.

I kissed her long and deep, our tongues wrestling each other as she held the back of my head. Breaking the kiss, I lifted the first slice to her.

"Having second doubts about this?" She took a bite before moaning, her hands moving under her belly.

"No. If anything, I want you to fuck me hard after this." I chuckled at her bluntness.

My Sister always knows what she wants...





(Trying to get back into writing again, let me know what you guys think.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38141767
Has futanari and corruption, for warning

>>4005
this is great

>>4005
I love that you’re writing! I hope to see more!

Anyone got any good Mom/daughter stuff? Personally not a fan of male wg stuff

Does anyone know where I can find “Daughter’s Distraction”?

https://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/threads/daughters-distraction-ssbbw-xxwg.110569/

>>4054 Been looking for this for weeks, thanks king

>>4054
I can't get the link to work.
Also, I dislike what dimensions has done to their website...

Is there a chance for someone to just copy-paste it into a text file?

>>4061 Put the link into the Wayback Machine

(Decided to repost here anyway, enjoy)

They say you tend to gain weight after having children, and it did happen to me. But not in the usual way...

In fact, after I had my daughter Abella I kept any gains to a minimum. The same thing a little later when I had my son, Boy. And now, after years of raising them, I had still managed to find time to eat healthy and get to the gym.

I was fit, toned, and motivated when the story begins. Both the kids were old enough to be in this story, though still in high school, possibly because they'd been held back a few years in their youths. Abella was in tenth grade, and had just started learning to bake.

"Abella," I demanded angrily one evening. "Why didn't you clean up after yourself baking?"

I sounded angrier than I meant. I was just annoyed because of work, etc and I didn't mean to take it out of her.

She apologized profusely. "I'm real sorry, Mom. Would you like to see what I baked? It's butterscotch cheesecake, your favorite."

I forgave her of course, and while I only meant to eat a slice of it I couldn't help myself. Abella was a better baker than I realized! I gobbled one slice after another, mesmerized by all the incredible favors in this fattening dish.

Suddenly I realized what I was doing, and by that time I had just eaten an entire cheesecake while my daughter watched! How embarrassing! I groaned, "Oh my god, Abella! That was azaming! Keep this new hobby up!"

Abella smiled widely. At the time I thought she was just very proud. I didn't realize then she had figured out a plan, a new way to get out of trouble.

So she kept baking. More than I even realized! Da and night, relentlessly. But she never ate any; Boy and I were always a little confused where they went.

But they became her stockpile. And from then on, whenever Bella misbehaved, or got on my nerves, or wanted a favor, she knew what to do.

"Bella, what time did you get in last night? You know you have a curfew!"

"Oh I'm sorry Mom. By the way, I baked a couple apple pies if you want them. They are cooling on the sill."

"Hey Abella, have you done your homework yet?"

"Not yet Mom, I was trying out my new donut maker. I accidentally multiplied the recipe though, so there's a few dozen left. Just saying."

"Abella, how could you cut your hair into a Mohawk without asking me?"

"I thought you wouldn't mind. Say, random thought, just occurred to me, there's a few extra sheetcakes in the garage that I put too much frosting on. I'll just throw them away if you don't eat them."

So I ate. And I ate. And I ate. Bella got away with whatever she wanted. And once or twice a day I'd find myself sitting in the dining room in front of a giant pile of crumbs, my ever growing belly stuffed to the max, groaning compliments to my daughter while she looked on smugly.

Within the first month alone I put on ten pounds. Not too much, not enough to worry me. 166lbs wasn't too fat, after all.


But of course my weight didn't stop there, and I barely noticed as October passed into November and Abella's increasingly naughty behavior left me in a state of almost constant fullness. In addition to the fattening treats themselves, my daughter's handiwork had begun to stretch out my stomach. As a result, I was eating more and more at meals, too.

My son, Tyler, began to notice. "That's your 14th slice of pizza," he commented one night, asI crested 185lbs. "Why are you eating so much?"

I burped. "Mommy's just, uh, practicing for Thanksgiving," I explained.

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes," I answered. "Now, who wanted to order just one more pizza to go?"

Another consequence of my new lifestyle was that I rarely had time to work out anymore, since working out it hard to do anymore. My home gym went unused and gathered dust.

"How come you never use that anymore?" Tyler asked of all my equipment one day.

"I have a new hobby now," I explained one night after a burger binge left me pinned to my chair. "I've been, uh, helping your sister with her baking. Yeah, I try the things she makes and give her feedback."

By Christmas morning I had gobbled, slurped, and stuffed my way up to 200lbs and I was starting to feel fat. I woke up early that morning and weighed myself while looking in the mirror at my globular belly, 36DD chest, and fat round ass and wondered how I could have let this happen to me.

As I crept downstairs though, I overheard Bella and Tyler talking.

"Jeez, what are you doing to Mom?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do. Look at her! She's a whale!"

"Yeah, I know she got fat. That's not my fault."

"Isn't it? I've seen the way you've been stuffing her like a prize winning hog!"

"Okay, okay," Bella admitted, and explained her plan to avoid trouble by buying me off with her irresistible baked goods.

I was shocked and embarrassed that her plan had worked so well! From now on I would have to remember to be more determined in my need to punish my daughter. But I knew that would be hard. After all, her treats were so good, and I had grown accustomed to stuffing myself...

Ch3

"Who will open the first present?" Tyler wondered aloud.

Before I could answer, my stomach began to grumble. "Hey Abella," I stated, seemingly out of nowhere," I just remembered, I'm very disappointed in your math score last semester."

Her face grew pale, but then recolored and she smiled. "You're right, I'll do better. Say, how would you like a tray of danishes?"

Three hours later, the presents were all opened and I had eaten so many pastries that my pajamas had ripped and I felt so full and fat I couldn't get up from the couch. "Oh my god, Bella. Well done. So good. Oh, I'm sweating."

And that feast set the tone for the rest of Bella's vacation. Once I realized I could use her own plan to my advantage, I started finding fault in everything she did.

"Hey Bella, why did you drop that pencil? You make me so mad!"

"What pencil? I mean, uh, my chocolate pies are almost done!"

"Great! And you might want to put a few more in..."

I spent that entire week either too painfully stuffed to possibly eat anymore or eating. Poor Bella never got a moment's rest. Most nights I just slept on the sofa, weighed down by my growing gluttony.

I wouldn't have thought it was possible to gain 15lbs in one week, but I rang in the new year at 215.

Things slowed down once she went back down to school, of course, Plus I started to realize that my weight was exploding out of control. I'd have to reign it in a little.

But I couldn't stop it altogether. Bella was still a rebellious child, and I was unable to ever resist what she offered me. Nor could I resist making up the occasional reason to berate her and get another big belly full of fattening foods.

So I ate my way from winter to summer, paying lip service to the idea of going back to my workout routine while only keeping up with my eating routine. At once point in February I set a goal to get back down to 170, at the absolute highest by bathing suit season in June, when I had booked a cruise for the three of us, and I wanted to look at least a little in shape for it.

Of course, by the night before the cruise I found myself barely able to squeeze into my thong bikini. At 267lbs, I was quite a sight stuffed into that thing! But a different sight awaited me... a SHOCKING sight


CH4

Tyler brought to my attention a video that he had found, "Anal Bum Slut 17," which ordinarily would be inappropriate except in this case he needed to tell me that Abella was in it.

Bella was a porn star! I couldn't believe it! I was so angry, but I didn't have time to do anything about it... we were off to the cruise!

Once on board though, I confronted my daughter. In the TV in my cabin I had the movie playing as I lay on my bed in my bikini when she came in.

Shocked to see her mother watching a series of giant cocks fucking her in her ass, she exclaimed, "Mom! What is this!"

I was so mad I couldn't speak... but Bella knew what to do. The cruise had a bunch of buffet style restaurants with generous policies towards food leaving the restaurant. She came back with a pushcart covered in trays from the first. They were covered in burgers, fries, lasagna, hot dogs, etc.

And I began to eat.

Three hours later my belly stretched up towards the ceiling like a giant globe, covered in condiments and sauce and other messes. The cart was overturned, demolished, and not a scrap of food remained.

My belly was tight as a drum, straining to hold what Bella had coaxed into it. But I was still angry, with the video playing in the background to remind me. So I turned to here and demanded:

"More."


And of course, she complied.

*

The restaurants were open 24 hours, so there was never any reason to stop.

I never left my cabin the whole trip. She would push a loaded cart in front of my bed and then go off to enjoy the many sights and activities of the boat and the sea, making sure to come back after a couple hours with a new cart.

"I'll go on a diet after the cruise," I kept telling myself, even as I slid another taco into my mouth despite the pain in my belly. And then another after that, and more after that...

And I had thought 15lbs in a week was a lot before!

At the end of the cruise, I heard Bella talking to a cruise employee. "We need to take your sheet."

"Why? he asked.

"Our mom got too fat on your cruise to fit into any of her clothes."

It was true.


*


I waddled my 300lbs body off the cruise embarrassed, covered in a sheet, but convinced my gains were over.

After all, we were done with the cruise. And I had forgiven Bella. After all, I explained to her, I myself had starred in Anal Bum Sluts 4, one of the originals!

We both had a good laugh, and watched the classic film together.

Plus, it was Bella's last summer before leaving home

Plus, it was Bella's last summer before leaving home for college. We would miss her, of course, but it would be nice to get away from her tempting influence for a while!

*

December, six months later,

A postcard from Tyler to Bella:

Hi sis! We miss you so much. We're sorry you won't be able to come back for Christmas this year.

Mom has gone crazy. All she ever does is eat anymore. She even wakes up in the middle of the night to stuff herself.


April

Postcard from Bella to Tyler,

Haha she was already eating like a pig when I still lived there. Oh sorry I can't come home for spring break.


June
Postcard from Tyler to Bella

This is worse! Plus she found that bakery up the street where you sold all your old recipes to!

July
Postcard from Bella to Tyler

Uh oh haha I hoped that would never happen! Still, her weight's gotta level off at some point, right?How fat could she get? Like 350?

Epilogue

I missed my daughter so much; ever since she'd gone away to college she'd made excuses not to visit on vacations. But now, two years later, she was coming home!

I could hear her come in as I waited in my bedroom. I heard the daily donut delivery girl pass her on the stairs on the way up.

"Now, I should warn you..." Tyler started to say.

She ignored him and opened the door. She gasped. "Oh my god! Mom, what did you do?"

I giggled with a mouth full of donuts. "I ate!"

With what little movement I was still capable of, I gestured her closer. I was laying on my back in my bed with my legs spread wide open and my belly taking up all the space between them and then a little more. It stretched closer every day up towards the ceiling. It had been a very long time since I stood.

"Ever since I discovered that bakery with your recipes," I explained, "I've been insatiable. I hired Jynx here..." I nodded at the delivery girl... "to go back and forth and bring me more and more."

With a smile, I added, "I'm glad your back, though. You should go to the kitchen and bake some supplementary pastries. Mommy is very, very hungry.

>>4062
Tried that, nothing came back, but it seems we have an anon sharing it with the class, so that'ls good.

>>3923

https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6007388&page=submissions

Update on this. A new chapter is out

Anyone have any good stories that revolve taking care of an immobile or barely mobile relative?

Hi all,

Just a heads up that I’ve just finished the new story I’ve been working on for a while, and should be able to post some time this weekend. It’s a loose take on the UK show Misfits, centered around a brother sister dynamic with male and female weight gain.

Attached a couple of pictures I used for inspiration of certain characters at certain points.

Think I’ll finish off There’s Something About Mom next, and then who knows!

As promised - hope you enjoy!

https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/72490-the-sister-and-the-storm-ssbbw-ssbhm/

Or

https://mega.nz/file/AYNDDTbC#buWpOmfxBE_-FmFaH-SXmE_KHsKdlpPsg3nwzuTO3f4

>>4632
Excellent work

>>4632
I never thought the day would come.
Glad to hear from you again.

Snow Daze, a game where your goal is to brainwash your whole family into becoming your hypno sex slaves. But imagine if you also used the hypnosis to fatten the whole family up while their entranced like in this pic here.

I think there's a lot of fun story potential for using Snow Daze character, or just a hypno fat family harem in general.

ayo anyone read any good mom wg stories recently?

>>4632
Fantastic story! And I can’t wait for you to finish there’s something about mom

Got inspired to finally write something, so hopefully you guys enjoy. I'm still working on Part 2 of Alice and Me, but enjoy the wank material you degenerates.

Let's inspire more writers of this shit.

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/We-Need-to-Talk-About-Tammy-925345571

Picture for reference.

>>4688
So glad to see you writing again!

>>4632
Been a while since I read this (loved it by the way) but...
>Powers are formed based on what the person is doing at the time of the storm
>Enter like the only specifically negro character
>His power is stealing other people's powers
You wanna tell us what he was doing when the storm hit there bud?

>>4722
Pirating video games, duh.

So, I was just late on rent. Though, I have a question, and I wanna gauge everyone's thoughts from this board.

If I charged around $8-12 for story commissions, would that seem reasonable?

Basically, 1000 to possibly 8-10,000 word stories; with people telling me the concept they want (usually regarding weight gain and incest of course), how long, and what kind of ending they're hoping for.

I need d0$h, and I definitely want to write a ton more, I just have been too focused on working full time at my day-job, and would basically just enjoy writing while getting a lil' extra on the side.

I'm still working on prices and such, but if people want specific kinks outside of general weight gain and incest, I might charge a tiny bit extra.

But I also understand this is such a niche subject; hence why I could use some outside opinions.

Thoughts?

>>4738
seeing as how there’s about a whole 5 good mother/son stories on the whole internet 3 of which I think are yours, yeah I’d pay for some

>>4738
Big fan of your stuff so I would probably pay for a story at the prices listed.

Managed to crank out another one, let me know what you all think. I'm still gonna work on prices, but if anyone has advice on how to do commissions, it would be much appreciated.

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Daddy-s-Girls-926558368

>>4722
Kek

Can anyone recommend any xwg immobile mom or step mom stories

>>4823
Unfortunately, this is a niche. Anything you can get is probably already on the thread.

(I'd love to be proved wrong though)

Your best bet is unironically to write something yourself or find someone who's willing to RP the scenario with you.

Hell if you give me a more in depth prompt i (an internet stranger) might write something for you. I have experience with writing fat stuff though I haven't done incestous stuff outside of RPs.

>>4823
Currently working on one, though rn I have to focus on making money for rent. I need to leave California...

So, I set up a Ko-fi.

Being able to make money on the side is nice, and would be a really good motivator.

If anyone wants to donate, it'd be much appreciated. Currently working on a mother/son story with a bit of a twist in the dynamic.

https://ko-fi.com/n00brunner

Whoops on the thief character.

Do like the step-mom idea though. On holiday for a week and might try to bang out a very quick story whilst here.

Any ideas on the plot? I’m torn between going down the secret feeding of unwilling step-mom route vs dominant Ssbbw step-mom one.

Dominant step mom for sure

>>4833
Secret feeder is way more interesting, and we've seen you do the Dominant ssbbw type mom before too.

As for a plot idea...
>Protagonist has the hots for their mother but also larger women. Could be an awakening thing, could be an always there but secluded desire finally blooming.
>Protag decides to begin fattening their mom/step-mom, effectively becoming a very pushy personal chef for them.
>Mom inevitably runs into some mobility struggles and protag becomes more or less a caretaker for her.
>Around this time some sort of confession scene, in which protag admits to their intentions and desires
>Or reverse awakening for the mom, in which she realises she's started lusting for her step-son/son now she's forced to look closer to home for a man.

Sorry if that's a bit too in depth for a plot idea, I might've gotten carried away. Would love to see something like this from you though.

>>4833
Unwilling moms getting fattened is def in my top 3 for fat erotica

>>4839
Same here

>>4825
Well I love extreme blob sized fats. (I’m not a writer or good with words) but it can start off like a first person type, where it’s a daughter who’s not a fan of the new bimbo Latina step mom. Whereas the step mom is always being bitchy towards her and seducing her dad to getting all kinds of gifts, so the MC starts intentionally fattening her up, leaving snacks everywhere, pouring massive amounts of wg powder in her coffee or drinks, adding lard to her food. She wants to do this so her dad’ll have no choice but to dump her once she’s fat. Turns out the bimbo Latina has always had a kind of thing for sweets and starts gorging on all kinds of junk without her help later on. She blimps out from being 110 lbs being 4’11, to 220 lbs in a year (gaining half her weight). The MC gets turned on by this and enables her even more, while the dad has passed away later on, leaving the fortune to her daughter and wife. Knowing this, the step mom engorges even more and gains more weight as the months go by from depression and gluttony. Years go by and it’s seen as the MC is now 300 lbs waddling up to her step mother’s room hearing scarfing and slow and deep moans coming from it. She’s now immobile, and eating just about every hour of the day while the MC tries to reach for her pussy, the blob is unfazed glutting more without any reaction. Even talking is a chore for the insatiable blob, to the point of breaking the large king sized bed. Camera crew comes by to capture some footage of the immobile blob who can’t take care of herself while the daughter is morbidly obese herself. They make a deal with the MC, that if they can put her one the air, they’ll be granted a life time supply of extremely addictive cookies. She accepts. 1 year goes by and the MC is now 580 lbs and struggling to move around anymore while there’s a hyper obese woman gorging on cookies with milk in tubes grunting for more.
(Idk just something I came up with on the top of my head, again I’m not a writer or very good with my imagination but it’s all I got right now)

Start of my step-mother story. Have a reasonable view of where it’s going to go. Will inevitably grow and take longer than the week I’m away!

- - - - -

“Look, it’s not ideal, but there’s just no way I’m going to be able to get back to the US any time soon”, your dad explains, the bags under his eyes as heavy as his voice. The iPad screen does a reasonable job at transporting his weary face across thousands of miles of open ocean. You can tell he’s not having a great time of it.

“COVID is running rampant and the government here has locked-down hard. The company need me to oversea drilling operations for the foreseeable. With the global supply chains as fragile as they are it’s hardly surprising that…”. You stop listening, eyes glazing over as your dad drones on about his job. Oil and gas, middle-east, executive, well-paid. That’s all you’ve ever needed to know about his illustrious career.

“… and I’ll need you to look after Chloé whilst I’m away, okay?”, he concludes, pausing for your response.

You roll your eyes.

Your real mother’s untimely passing a decade prior when you were the tender age of eight had left dad in dire need of day-to-day help. Enter Chloé, an impressionable 21 year old au pair straight off the plane from Paris, who had no sooner stepped through the front door to your vast Hampton mansion than she was keeping your dad company on those long winter nights.

You can hardly blame him - tall, tanned and curvy in all the right places. There was no denying Chloé was beautiful, and soon enough a woman young enough to be his daughter was hanging on your father’s arm as his new trophy girlfriend for all the world to see.

And so she had been for the last ten years. Dad had never remarried, but Chloé was as permanent a fixture in your household as it was possible to be. Time had aged her beauty like a fine French wine, with processed American food adding another cup size to her already generous bosom and a few inches around her waist creating a thick bubble-butt that was very ‘on-trend’ in 2022. She has also quickly lost the youthful innocence of a girl far from home and become entitled and arrogant as she liberally spent you father’s sizeable income.

Your mother had, very sensibly, left half her inheritance to you and half to her husband. You like to think she knew what he’d do once she was gone - at any rate, you get access to the small fortune in three short years and will never have to work a day in your life. The thought was comforting, if a lot for someone so young to comprehend.

Perhaps that’s why you turned out like you have. An awkward teen, addicted to video games and pornography, with few real-life friends to speak and having barely ever spoken to a girl, let alone kissed one. In fact the only woman you’d ever seen naked was Chloé herself, sneaking peeks through bathroom keyholes as she bathed…

“Well?”, your dad asks impatiently, “this is important son, it could be months, maybe even years before I’m home. I need to know that you can be the man of the house whilst I’m away”.

“Sure dad”, you respond with a sigh, “I’ll look after stuff here whilst your gone. Now can we wrap this up? I have a raid starting in 5 mins that I don’t want to miss”.

“Your belly has gotten so big and soft Mom! You really have been eating well since our last weigh-in you naughty piggy! Let’s compare, shall we?”.

You’re sat naked in your bedroom gaming chair, lights off except for the glow of your widescreen monitor, which is playing a video you’ve ripped from a popular fetish site. The two ladies on screen are large - super-sized per the sub-culture’s nomenclature - and are presently inspecting the heft of one another’s sizeable guts.

Big women have turned you on since before you can remember. Having spent the better part of your teenage years locked in your room blowing your load on repeat, you’ve developed a refined palette that only the largest of women can satisfy. Every day you would sink further into the depraved corners of the fetish - seeking out larger and larger women engaged in increasingly taboo activities. The beached whales on display today will do nicely.

Unfortunately years of no exercise, sedentary gaming, and lazy takeaways have left your own body much fatter than you’d like. Your ass fills out the chair, bulging between the arm rest, and your belly sits heavily on your lap. You have to use a fleshlight to masturbate nowadays, as you can’t quite reach your hands around your bulging gut. It slaps lazily against your lube covered fat pad as you beat to the video. Headphones on, you’re dead to the world.

“Oh Mom, you’re such a bad influence on me”, the younger of the two women moans. The acting isn’t exactly Oscar-winner worthy, and you know full well the women aren’t related by blood but rather the website they both post clips to once a week, but it’s enough to get your creative juices flowing. You close your eyes, imagining the older and larger of the pair squatting above you, lower her tree trunk thighs down onto your expectant face…

A light tapping on your shoulder jolts you from your reverie.

You turn your head frantically, headphones catching on the underside of your desk and ripping from the jack. “Mmmmm, your pussy has gotten so plump”, booms our of your pc speakers. You smash your keyboard, pausing the video on a wide angled shot of the two women groping each other’s expansive lower halves.

“Plump pussy?”, a familiar voice asks in a thick French accent. Heart pounding, you swirl the chair slowly to see Chloé stood just in front of you.

She’s been out all day with her friends - the wives and girlfriends of the Hampton elite - and as expected looks thoroughly smashed. Her light brown hair is playfully tousled. The long, wavy strands frame a beautiful heart-shaped face complete with big blue eyes and high cheekbones worthy of becoming America’s Next Top Model. A light dusting of freckles spreads from her nose across her rosy cheeks and a wide grin reveals a perfect set of teeth. Drunk or not, her beauty is undeniable.

“You… you shouldn’t have…”, you splutter incoherently, acutely aware of the fleshlight still on your cock, held in place by your stiff erection.

“I just wanted to check in on my *hic* favourite step-son”, she slurs, stumbling forwards and steadying herself on the arm of your chair, “looks like you were having *hic* quite the evening!”. Your step-mother gestures towards the screen and the super-sized women playing with their copious amounts of excess adipose. “I never knew you were a chubby chaser *hic*. You’re always staring at me around the house, checking out my ass”, she grins, grabbing a handful of her thick behind and shaking it for emphasis, “am I not enough for you anymore?”.

You can feel your face turn a deep red with embarrassment.

Chloé studies the morbidly obese women on screen for a moment. “Well, given your size I guess they’re the only women you’re ever going to be able to get!”. She leans in and playfully jiggles your belly. The movement jostles your fat pad and rubs your cock against its rubber prison. Despite best efforts, a guttural moan escapes your lips.

Chloé giggles childishly. “Was that nice? Well let mama give you a helping hand…”.

Before you can protest your step-mom grabs the flashlight in a perfectly manicured hand and begins pumping it rhythmically. Her eyes are struggling to keep focus on your face, pupils dilated. She bends lower, revealing her hefty tits which hang ponderously above a loose-fitting top.

You splutter incoherently as you stare, mesmerised, at her perfect breasts hanging just in front of your face. It’s only been half a minute but you’re already so worked up that you’re nearing climax. You grimace, attempting to hold back the dam, and her pumping slows. “Just…”, she pumps tantalisingly slowly, “like…”, another desperately drawn out movement, “that…”. Your body jerks and you explode into the masturbatory aid, filling it to the brim.

Your step-mother steps back, seeming pleased with her handiwork. “This can be our little secret”, she slurs. You can smell the alcohol on her breath - hot and heavy,

As she turns and stumbles out of your bedroom you can’t help but notice the jiggle of her skintight yogapants. The few short weeks of partying since dad had been away had already left her looking a little bloated - teetering dangerously on the edge of thicc and risking tumbling into chubby if she wasn’t careful. If she wasn’t…

The seed of an idea blooms in your mind. How to get your just desserts whilst also fuelling the insatiable appetite of your feederism fetish. You open a notepad on your desktop, tittle it ‘fattening your step-mom 101’, and write furiously and studiously late into the night…

>>4849
>>4859
FUCK YESSSSS
YOU GOT THISS

Nine months later and that night’s drunken jerking-off was but a distant fever-dream. A few awkward looks the morning after and an unspoken agreement never to mention it again seemed to have put the incident to bed. At the very least, Chloé hadn’t walked into your room unannounced since.

Internationally the pandemic was still raging. New, more transmissible variants had countries locking down harder and faster than ever, and your dad’s latest assessment of “shit’s fucked, I’m going to be stuck here for ages”, seemed about right. Rules seemingly changed on a whim, and you’d spent the majority of the last few months holed up in your house with only your step-mother for company, such was the severity of the lockdown in your area.

A welcome easing of restrictions in the last few days had brought a slice of normality back to daily life and though your routine of video games and pounding meat to large ladies would be largely unimpaired, your step-mother was brimming with joy at the prospect of drinking and dining with her country-club friends just like before.

Though of course, one thing would be quite materially different.

For the last nine months you’ve been doing everything in your power to secretly corrupt and fatten your step-mother, getting off on every additional pound that found itself way onto her once trim body. You swapped out her morning meal-replacement powder for the most calorie-dense weight gain powder you could find, slip apetamim appetite enhancer syrup into her lunchtime granola bowls, and generally leave as many fattening treats around the house as you feel you can get away with. Thankfully being morbidly obese yourself it hasn’t been a hard act to pull off without arousing suspicion.

You’ve also taken up a new hobby, sewing, and routinely swap out the tags on your step-mom’s clothes, as well as tampering with the sensitivity of her bathroom scales. Both of these serve to convince her that she isn’t gaining nearly as much weight as she is - though you know the 180 pound reading she sees is more like 220 in reality.

Most importantly, you quickly clocked the fact that drinking and eating tended to go hand in hand with your dear step-mother. Respecting her French upbringing you made sure to keep the wine fridge well-stocked at all times, and during the recent lockdowns have managed to settle her into a routine of excessive drinking interspersed by large carb-heavy meals and takeout. Drunk Chloé, it turned out, was much easier to manipulate into porking up, and at every turn you have done your best to corrupt her into becoming a blubbery slob.

Unsurprisingly, Chloé wasn’t best pleased about the rapid and sizeable weight gain she had unknowingly suffered at your hands during the long months of quarantine. You’ve noticed that she’s now incapable of passing a mirror without looking mournfully at her figure - sucking in her tummy before letting it out to its full bloated glory. Her thicc booty has ballooned and sagged into a regulation fat ass, complete with heavy saddlebags and two globular moons that smack together with every step. Her thundery thighs are ravaged by cellulite and even her upper arms were starting to become similarly pockmarked. Every inch of her had thickened except her face, which miraculously had managed to remain as thin and trim as ever despite the copious amounts of food and drink shovelled into it.

Her video chats with dad were carefully staged to be strictly neck up, so he had no idea what a blubbery bloater she was becoming off camera below. When you pressed her on her obvious weight gain one evening she’d slurred a response that she would “lose all the weight by the time he came home”.

As a result, at the first opportunity she had welcomed back her personal trainer - a 25 year old Adonis of a man called Calvin - to recommence her fitness regime, and was presently squeezed into her old gym gear and running laps around the mansion’s sprawling grounds.

Watching from an upstairs window you observe Chloé puffing and panting as she struggles to keep up with Calvin on their run around the estate. Her exposed belly flops up and down with each laboured step, a jiggle so violent you can see it clearly from two stories up. Seeing her so visibly unfit compared to just one year ago is enough to set you off. You reach for your fleshlight and secretly pleasure yourself to the view.

Once you’ve cleaned yourself up you head downstairs, slyly pluck her phone from her handbag, and head towards the home gym’s changing room. Sneaking towards the showers you peer around the corner to see Calvin’s lathered-up Grecian god-like body, cooling off ready for his next appointment. Time to put a stop to Chloé’s exercise routine…

“Hey… wait… Calvin”, you pant, jogging down the long, winding drive to the house’s front gate a few minutes later. The muscle-bound trainer looks back, confused, and politely waits for you to waddle the remaining distance.

You place a hand on the gate to brace yourself and catch your breath. “You know I wondered when you were going to ask me dude”, he begins in his LA twang, “if we worked together I could have you in size 32s by this time next year”. He pokes your hanging gut to emphasise the point.

“No… uhhh, no thanks”, you smile back, just about recovered from the ordeal of the light jog. “I actually wanted to show you something. It’s embarrassing, but I feel you have a right to know”. You reach into your pocket and pull out your step-mom’s phone. Flicking through the photos you show Calvin the candid photos you snapped of him earlier. “She’s been doing this for weeks - probably missing a bit of action since my dad went away. Unfortunately there’s not much you can do. My step-mom has the ear of all the ladies around here and if you cross her she’ll make sure you never work in this town again. Of course, you could just quietly make some excuses and drop her as a client? Maybe warn the other trainers in the area to steer clear too?”.

Calvin’s face is crestfallen. “Damn, dude, this sucks. But yeah you’re right. Better to call it a day. What an invasion of privacy, you know?”. He looks back up at your dad’s mansion and shakes his head. “Always knew she was destined to become a fatty. She’s clearly been piling on the pounds without my visits x too greedy for her own good. With me gone completely she’ll be on featuring on My 600 Pound Life before long”. He sighs, turns, and walks through the ornate cast-iron entrance gates.

“I’m counting on it”, you whisper under your breath as he goes.

>>4868
Awesome work man! I'm working on my own and it's gonna be the longest one yet. Already at 15240 words, with 2/4 more smut scenes to go.


It's gonna connect to the Aunt story too, but afterward, I think I'm gonna make more separate stories, lol.

So, anyone wanting to be a beta writer for my current story? I could use some critique and possibly someone to help spot any typos, spelling mistakes, etc.

It's almost 18,000 words now as I've been on a binge.

>>4871
You might as well just post it here for feedback.

>>4873
Eh, the post limit is really limiting. I decided to do it myself to the best of my ability. Anyways, hope you all like it:

https://www.deviantart.com/n00brunner/art/Former-CEO-928368750

>>4868
So is there anywhere to find all your stories or is everything pretty much here?

I have only written two complete stories so far, both of which are available via my curvage profile: vigilante

I’ll post anything complete there (so long as they aren’t deleted - not sure incest is actually allowed!), and also to mega as a pdf . Don’t see how to post a single link to all my mega files, but here are the three up currently:

Mon and the magic ring: https://mega.nz/file/JBdATAAD#XHUjX8yIbpD6mMCuVUJksTBLbTltN9_ljaw2tzHCr1w

The Sister and the Storm: https://mega.nz/file/AYNDDTbC#buWpOmfxBE_-FmFaH-SXmE_KHsKdlpPsg3nwzuTO3f4

There’s Something About Mom (WIP): https://mega.nz/file/EAMFDKgQ#Xco-rMGo1mRtO8Wj99BSMU9E6cTJG0itxZZIzxk6Eeo

When I’m done with this story I’ll put into the same format and post to both locations.

King - that story was great! A long read, must have taken a lot of effort to write. Also great that you built on the magic ring story / world - feel free to include a link to this so people can appreciate the continuity.

As for feedback, I think it reads very well and I love the attention to detail in developing the characters outside of the sex / fat fetish scenes. If I absolutely had to find areas for improvement I have just two thoughts; (1) there is a bit of unnecessary capitalisation mid sentence for words that don’t need it, and (2) it maybe ends a little abruptly with a short epilogue - this is very much personal preference, but I would love to have seen a version of an ending that involved weight gain on either the protagonist or Miss Fairfax’s part.

Messaged you on deviantart - we should rp sometime.

>>4876
Fucking loved this one, I have to agree on the epilogue though, it was shor but the whole buildup towards the mom! Absolutely amazing

Nice story, King although not gonna lie was a little disappointed it didn’t turn into a mother-son mutual wg.

Great story King. I'm so happy that it didn't end up being male or mutual wg.

Christmas wasn’t the same without your father.

Eight months had passed since your quiet word with Calvin, your step-mother’s old fitness coach, and the summer heat felt but a distant memory as the winter freeze descended.

The recurrent Covid lockdowns had been temporarily lifted for the holidays, though your dad was still stuck in some desert somewhere with only video chats and apologies in his absence. His long overseas trip has given you an appreciation for quite how much he used to do around the house. No one had been around to procure and put up the Christmas tree, fetch the decorations from the attic, or cook the traditional roast dinner with all the trimmings.

You and your step-mother had always been lazy - probably your only common ground until recently - but since your feederism had been kicked into high gear you’ve also grown to share other physical characteristics too.

Chloe’s descent into morbid obesity had been swift and unrelenting.

Without exercise to balance out her enormous appetite the impact of her terrible diet was even more pronounced. She gorged herself on the takeout that you now bought thrice daily - breakfast, lunch and dinner - and polished off portions that would have otherwise fed a small family. Her once refined French palette had been replaced with a greedy American appetite that only troughs of sugar and transfats could satiate. Fridge desserts never lasted long with Chloé around.

Though the false clothes tags and scale readouts were still tricking her into thinking she was a good 50 pounds lighter than reality, there was no getting away from the fact that she’d become a very big girl.

Walking upstairs was enough to send her spluttering and red-faced with the effort, her clothes regularly split and tore under the stress of containing her bulging body, and her flashy sports car had been traded in for a more functional pick-up truck as she was unable to squeeze her belly in between the seat and steering wheel.

You recall one particularly delectable evening when spying on her taking a soak. She managed to get herself wedged in the bath - her vast hips well and truly stuck. You watched her struggle and panic for a good few minutes before she called for your help, and with great effort you managed to free her fat ass from its ceramic prison. Not before enjoying the view of course - an erection bulging in your pants so vigorously it was visibly throbbing. Chloé couldn’t help but have noticed it, keenly aware of your predilection for large women and the fact that she now more than qualified as an object of your desire.

Except, it wasn’t only your step-mom that had put on a bit of winter weight. Despite already pushing 250 pounds when your secret fattening plot began, you’ve also managed to pork up considerably over the last few months. Your will-power had never been particularly strong, and the presence of greasy food had been too much temptation to resist.

And so to today, sat across from Chloé at the local Chinese restaurant, enjoying a hearty buffet. The trip out had been your idea - to make the most of the easing of restrictions and to save either of you the effort of cooking a proper meal. It hadn’t taken much convincing.

Your step-mom waddles ponderously towards your table, third helpings piled high on her plate. The sheer size of her thighs makes manoeuvring them around one another quite the challenge, and she’s red-faced and breathless by the time she reaches her chair.

“Careful ‘mom’”, you jibe, “a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. And your hips are already looking awfully jiggly”. It was the sort of teasing that had become commonplace around the house. Now your fetish was an open secret you played up to it at all opportunities, making it known that you found every pound of your step-mom’s body immensely appealing. Openly lusting over her blubber was the hottest part of her secret fattening.

Chloé rolls her eyes and sits back down. The chair creaks and groans under her weight. You can swear you hear the sound the the wood cracking under her bulk. “You’re a complete perv, you do know that right? No wonder you’re still a sad little virgin”. Ever the Parisian ice queen, your step-mother didn’t take to kindly to your comments about her immense and obvious weight gain, or respond in kind to your advances. This only served to turn you on even more.

“Well I did get to third base with this older milf a few months ago”, you reply with a grin, “but she’s put on quite a lot of weight since then”.

Chloé blushes a deep crimson and looks away awkwardly, before pushing her heavily stacked plate away. “Fine, you’re right, no third helpings for me”, she announces with a defiance bellied by the hunger in her eyes.

“Oh, come on ‘mom’, I’m only teasing. You’re still hungry - I can practically hear your belly rumbling from over here. And you know I think that you look even more fuckable with all those extra pounds”. You pick up an oily prawn-toast from the plate and waft it in front of her face.

Your step-mom’s nostrils flare at the smell. She reluctantly opens her mouth and lets you feed her, her chubby chops chomping greedily. Once the entire treat has been devoured you nudge the plate back towards her and watch with a smile as she picks back up her cutlery and goes to town. Her generous upper arm fat jiggles pleasantly with every heaped forkful she shovels into her face.

“Uuuuurp! Oh, excusez-moi!”, she belches as she places the fork back on the now empty plate, “I think I’ve overdone it…”. Chloé looks like she is fit to burst - the waistline of her pants is digging in and forming a bulging muffin top above. You think she has room for a little more though…

You stand and head towards the dessert trolley. It’s stuffed to the brim with cakes, cookies, pastries, and other post-supper goodies. A glistening chocolate cake on the top shelf catches your eye. There are three slices left and you scoop each of them onto your plate in turn.

As you turn back to the table you bump into a lady standing behind you, empty plate in hand. “Oh, you’re having both slices?”, she asks disappointedly.

“Not me - my pig of a step-mom”, you answer cheerily, directing her gaze towards you mother’s back-turned chair, and the vast ass spilling over each side like melted cheese.

“Ugh, fatass”, she mutters under her breath as you return to the table, much to your delight.

Your mother is quick to protest once you set down the plate in front of her. “Sacrebleu! Two slices! Not a chance, not a hope, not a…”. You watch as she devours each in turn, chocolate icing smearing around her plump lips. The appetite enhancers and stretched stomach you had secretly given her were certainly paying dividends.

“You’ve definitely got your monies worth from this buffet”, you observe, “any more and they might bar us from returning!”. It was only a half joke. Over your step-mother’s shoulder you can see the restaurant’s waitresses muttering and pointing at her elephantine backside.

“Very funny…”, she groans lazily in response, fingers tugging at her tight waistband as if to breathe new life into the overstressed elastic, “I’m going to the bathroom”. She places her hands on the table and pushes herself upwards. Unfortunately she seems to have caught some stray chocolate icing under her palm, as her hand slips and her bulk crashes back down towards the chair. The poor thing isn’t ready for the onslaught of ass that smacks into it at full force and gives way.

Chloé hits the floor with a loud ‘slap!’. Diners turn their heads, gasp audibly, and rush to provide aid. It takes two of the burliest looking men in the restaurant to heave her up from the ground, and when they do there’s another gasp from the woman standing behind her. “Her pants…”, is all she can muster as she looks away in embarrassment. You hurry around to see your step-mom’s bare ass on display for the world to see, bulging out between a large hole down the seam of her pants. An erection bulges painfully in your jeans.

You pay for the meal and waddle out together. Diners descend into hushed whispers as you pass, though loud enough for the both of you to hear. “Did you see how much they ate?”, “that pig just broke a chair!”, “fat ass split her pants - maybe grab a salad next time?”, “if that porker was my mom I’d die of embarrassment”, “maybe just the one slice of cake next time fatty”.

Your step-mom looks like she wants the earth to open up and swallow her whole, which would be a tall order on the part of the earth given her current size. Lagging behind her you watch, hypnotised, as a pair of too small lace panties are gobbled up by her hungry ass cheeks with every waddling step. Two porky globes turn the modest ‘mommy panties’ into a racy g-string that exposes the cellulite-ridden cheeks in all their glory. She does her best to reach around and free them every few seconds, but her insatiable ass quickly devours them every time.

You’re naturally immensely disappointed when you arrive at your destination, Largesse, a plus-size women’s clothing store.

Chloé hurries towards the ‘bottoms’ section and grabs a pair of size 20 jeans off the rack before waddling towards the changing room. ‘Ah’, you think to yourself, knowing full well your step-mother was already getting too small for the size 24s she was actually wearing following your secret label swapping.

Unsurprisingly, you hear her desperately calling to you a few minutes later. Peeling back the curtain you are greeted with a wonderful sight.

Chloe is facing away from you towards the mirror on the small cubicle’s back wall, her bare ass fully on display. The jeans made it as far as her knees before becoming wedged around her gargantuan thunder thighs. Soft inner leg fat oozes over the leg holes and prevents them from going any further, and the vast globular ass cheeks above have absolutely no hope of squeezing in.

“They should fit fine”, she moans, tugging upwards the the jeans to no avail except to show off the jigglyness of her gelatinous backside, “but they keep getting stuck”. She turns to you, flushed and desperate. “Can you help?”.

Needing no other encouragement you step in, shutting the curtain behind you, and centre yourself behind your step-mom. Her delicious ass presses into your crotch. Your fingers grasp around belt buckles and you attempt to heave the jeans upwards. They don’t move, but you do get a wonderful rippling of fat from Chloé’s ass slapping full force into your cock. The feeling is nothing short of organsmic. You slyly slip down your pants to press skin against skin and begin heaving the pants up rhythmically.

“I’m… not… sure… this… is… helping…”, she pants between humps, but you’re barely listening, too focused on the sensation of her vast body jiggling against your throbbing erection. Her cheeks ‘clap’ audibly with every feverish tug, louder and louder as you increase in speed.

“Mmmm… piggy…”, you moan when you finally reach climax, unleashing a deluge of cum over your step-mother’s ass and thighs, holding her body close against yours in a blubbery embrace.

“Are you… coming?!”, she cries, staggering forwards and turning with a thunderous look on her usually pretty face. Her eyes lower to your exposed and throbbing cock, cum dripping onto the changing room floor. “Out.. out!”, she shouts, covering her fat pussy with one hand and gesturing to the door with the other.

You step gingerly out of the changing room, boxers warm and sticky, and head off to fetch a pair of size 26s from the rack… and some paper towels…

>>4914
Fantastic. I can’t wait for more!

>>4005
MORE. THERE MUST BE MORE...right?

>>4914
vigilante I love your writing, and at some point I would love to see a fic that isn't mutual gaining, where only the guy gets fatter and hornier and creepier from a pampering hot mom. tbh the pov gaining is why i read your stuff now

>>4947
same, a mom fattening her son is such an amazing niche that I rarely see in fetish literature.

any good mom x daughter stories? preferably no men involved in the sexy stuff

>>4953
This might be to your liking.

https://www.deviantart.com/scribblything/art/Cakes-and-Innocence-855562259

Is anyone else here interested in mother/son stories but from the perspective of the mother? Maybe something like a obese mom gradually developing a sexual interest in her skinny caretaker son. Or maybe with the roles reversed, a skinny mom taking care of her obese son and getting sexually interested in him.

>>5010
100% the roles reversed, a obese (or skinny) mom fattening her son is one of the most amazing scenarios for an RP or story, it's so unexplored and fun of a dynamic/concept and the ways to go about fattening him up are vast.

I like to imagine a reluctant gainer son, who doesn't want to get fat as his mother reassures him "it's just your imagination" as she continues to spike his food with gaining powder.

I'm definitely a 'big' fan lol

YES CHECK OOOOUT DIS ONE
https://www.deviantart.com/johnmooney6022/art/Breaking-the-Habit-906483165

>>5025
Belly button fucking went hard def need more of it

>>5052
I mean there’s a few blob mommy incest stories in the author’s page, imo all of em rocked hard

>>5055
Thanks for the heads up, didn’t even look

>>4881
I absolutely love your mutual stories. Have you ever considered taking story commissions?

>>5180
A couple of people have asked, and I am open to the idea, but I write fairly sporadically and I’m not sure I like the idea of having deadlines!

For what it’s worth I have picked up the pen again this week and i am working to finish the step-mom story.

A story I've always wanted to write is about a fat girl in love with her athletic older brother. She's bullied in school for being a hog, and her brother is always the one to comfort her. She also starts fattening up his gf to try and condition him into liking fat girls.

https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Part-1-880645706
https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Part-2-880946650
https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Part-3-881142253
https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Part-4-881362191
https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Part-5-881753921
https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Part-6-881848292
https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Part-7-882053758
https://www.deviantart.com/purplgr/art/A-Loving-Son-Finale-882364738

I heaved.. And with a grunt, only managed to wobble my torso and send a tsunami of jiggle through my body.

*Huff* "Oh god..."

This was it. I was finally utterly, truly immobile. To think the day would finally get here, well, to say the hard-on underneath the half-ton of sweaty lard that is my body isn't a turn on, would be a lie. But as I grabbed on my fat breasts, moaning as how utterly massive and helpless I had become, I couldn't help but call out to the two individuals who got me here. My caretakers, sex slaves, maids, and sisters.

"Kate! OooooOOooh..." *Pant* "Kyle! Get in here!" The sounds of their foot steps hastened my arousal.

I realized with a smile they'll probably have to roll me over in bed just to get to my fat pad. Something that was once a fantasy I would jack off about, now reality.

My two sisters approached, both pudgy, but no heavier than 250.

"Yes Brother~" Kyle called out in her normal sultry voice.

Her lingerie accentuated a curvy hour-glass.

"Kyle, I'm immobile and horny! It's time to fuck me!" I said.

Kate and Kyle approached either-sides of the queen-size I was practically oozing across the top of. As one grabbed one arm, and the other grabbed my shoulder, they began rocking me side to side.

Finally, I was laying on my side, my belly spilling out in front of me. I felt Kyle's hand lift my fat pad, but I knew Kate was eager to please. I felt her fingers dig deeper and deeper through my fattened folds to find my long buried dick, and it only made my nipples' harder and my cock like diamonds.

Finally, I gasped as I felt her fingers brush my head. Kyle had done the smart thing and prepared some lube, so feeling Kate's hand grasp around my cock, combined with the weight that buried it?

It was truly heaven. She began pumping, back and forth. Back and forth.

"That's right fat-ass, you like that don't you piggy!" Kyle slapped my belly, causing it to wobble.

"Y-You guys a-A-are..." I gasped as I was getting close, "th-the BEst S-IS-ters!" I got out in my breathless passion, Kate's hands and Kyle's words pushing me over the edge.

My sister pumped my cock hard until I was utterly spent. I was breathless, but both Kyle and Kate made sure to cuddle on top of me and make out . It was great.

I love my sisters. And I'm not done gaining yet...

>>5273
> "th-the BEst S-IS-ters!"
wow that is just really bad

>>5366
Yeah, I've been trying to write bhm stuff, but I think I'll just stick to bbw/ssbbw.

Just can't seem to get it right when it comes to both the flow and details. Oh well.

>>5239
do you have the Finale of this saved? the author removed it.

>>5273
A nice sketch, mostly since this topic lacks attention from most authors

https://www.deviantart.com/tedruck/art/Porking-up-my-cousin-907097987

>>5371
only one way to learn chief, keep going

Anyone up to do an rp base on this category? I have a discord account DeepLurkers#3868

>>2130
any updates on this? so goated

>>56
this rules

Anyone got more father x daughter stories available? Best thing I’ve found so far https://www.deviantart.com/maverickthewriter/art/The-Wicked-Stepfather-Revisited-Part-1-314047638

>>4881
Are you on other platforms like Discord? Would love to talk to you (either about story ideas or rp).

Anyone have a male having sex with his morbidly obese brother-in-law?

>>5915
This sounds intriguing. My kind of thing. There's something similar in the morally depraved thread (fat husband gets cucked). I assume it's a similar dynamic here?