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「Heartless Woman　part 5」 91: Hiroshi was typing on his laptop keyboard. Rino had asked him to investigate Saeko's past using a photo of her face. "Why don't you ask a detective instead?" Hiroshi had initially pushed back against Rino's request. "I just need information from the internet. There might be someone who looks like her. I want you to identify her among the boxers I fought against." Rino added. "I'll give it a try, but don't get your hopes up," Hiroshi replied, though he felt a slight urge to live up to Rino's expectations. "Thanks, Hiroshi! I know you can do it! So, I'm counting on you! Oh, and it's kind of urgent!" Rino cheerfully said before hanging up. "I've really become her errand boy," Hiroshi muttered with a wry smile as he powered up his laptop. Using the photo and name of Saeko that Rino had sent, along with Rino's list of opponents, he decided to narrow down his search. First, he ran the photo through a facial recognition program, which returned nearly a thousand hits. Most of the results were actresses, likely due to the beautiful features. Narrowing it down with "boxing" and "Rino" significantly reduced the results, but the search didn’t seem to work very well. Resigned, Hiroshi decided to investigate each entry in the list one by one. When he searched "Momiji, Rino, boxing," very few images or videos were accessible despite the large number of hits. In fact, most of the content seemed to have been deleted. There were many posts on message boards, with several threads each having nearly a thousand entries. It seemed that a brawl incident had become a major topic of discussion. At the end of one of the threads, there were complaints about video removal requests and account suspensions, and the thread ended in chaos. One thread titled "Thank You, Momiji" caught Hiroshi's eye. The first post in the thread grabbed his attention. "On [date], Momiji passed away peacefully. To all who were moved by her fighting spirit, please gather here." The link led to a photo of a smiling Momiji. She appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed in Muay Thai attire, and her face looked just like the photo of Saeko that had been sent to him. It seemed that posts had continued even on the anniversary of her death last year. Hiroshi decided to send an email to the thread's creator. "My apologies for the sudden email. My name is Hiroshi. I’ve been asked by a friend of Rino, who fought against Momiji, to find someone. I’m reaching out because the person in question, Saeko, closely resembles the Momiji in the linked photo. I apologize if this is a case of mistaken identity." Shortly after, a reply came from the thread's creator. "Thank you for reaching out. Handle: Kaede. I’ve been the long-time head of Momiji's fan club. I am aware of Saeko. However, due to concerns about information leakage, how about meeting in person to discuss further? I look forward to your response." It was only natural, Hiroshi thought. Kaede had specified a café near Tokyo Station as the meeting place. A link to Kaede's SNS account was also included. Hiroshi replied, confirming his availability along with a link to a video of Rino's matches. That night, Hiroshi charged his smartphone and went to bed. The next morning, when he woke up, he saw a friend request from Saeko. Surprised, he immediately accepted it. Almost instantly, his phone rang. "Hello?" "Is this Hiroshi? I'm Saeko, Momiji's daughter. I heard from Kaede that you were looking for me." Her voice was young but polite. "Oh, I see. Kaede told me we should meet to discuss things later. My name is Hiroshi. I was asked by a friend of Rino's to look for you..." Oh no, I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t have a story ready. "Is it from Satoko?" Saeko asked unexpectedly. "Yes, that's right. Do you know her?" "Yes, I'm quite familiar. But isn’t it Rino who’s looking for me?" This was completely unexpected. Unaware that he was being probed, Hiroshi revealed the whole story. Saeko's sweet and friendly responses gradually lowered Hiroshi's guard. Including the circumstances of how he met Rino, Hiroshi confessed everything to Saeko. Finally, they agreed that Saeko would join them when they met Kaede, and then ended the call. Before he knew it, two hours had flown by. Looking at the clock, he realized it was already past 9, and he had completely missed his first class. 92: Rino had been feeling down ever since she received the email from the Chairman yesterday. When Satoko reported this to the Chairman at the gym, he told her, "Let's just leave her be for now." Rino skipped her practice at the park and asked Satoko to go to school in her place the next morning. Satoko felt a bit nervous about going to school for the first time in a while. Her heart was pounding as she walked into the classroom, but the atmosphere in the room was different from before. Thanks to Rino, her classmates were all smiling from the morning, and Satoko felt a sense of relief from the positive vibe. "It feels so enjoyable..." She thought to herself, but then she noticed that Saeko was absent. "Maybe she caught a cold?" Satoko worried, but she also felt a bit relieved that Saeko wasn't there. It seemed her body was still on guard against Saeko's presence. The morning classes ended, and it was lunchtime. Usually, Rino would have a meal of nutritional supplements and milk and then take a nap, but today, Satoko had brought a simple homemade bento. While eating alone, a few female students called out to Satoko, and they ended up having lunch together. "Lunch while chatting is the best!" Feeling that way, Satoko thoroughly enjoyed the time from the bottom of her heart. After school, Satoko visited the gym alone and started her practice. She reported to the Chairman that Rino was still feeling unwell. Suddenly, with a loud noise, the gym door was flung open. Startled, Satoko turned around to see Saeko standing there, firmly planted like a statue. Her hair was hanging down in front, obscuring her expression. When their eyes eventually met, Saeko slowly approached. She seemed different from usual. Saeko stopped in front of Satoko, sniffled, and brushed her hair back. Her eyelids were swollen, and her eyes were red. Tears ran down her cheeks, leaving distinct tracks behind. Saeko wiped her tears with both hands and forced a smile. "Let me see Rino." Those words froze Satoko in place. Her mind went blank, unsure of how to respond. "Let me see Rino." Saeko repeated her request. Tears once again began to fall. "I don’t think you can meet Rino anymore." Satoko managed to squeeze out the words, but she couldn’t grasp Saeko's true intentions. What did Saeko know? Saeko took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. However, her smile was eerie and somehow lonely. "That's enough, Satoko." Saeko's voice trembled, but she maintained her composure. "I know everything. Hiroshi told me. He told me that Rino is inside you, Satoko." Satoko gasped at those words. The atmosphere in the gym froze. Rino remained silent. Watching Satoko’s reaction, Saeko continued. "That's cowardly, Rino. Why don't you tell me directly? You’re just running away, aren't you? Did you forget about me?" Her voice, though trembling, was filled with anger. The Chairman noticed Saeko's unusual behavior and took a worried step forward. "Saeko, that's enough. Calm down," the Chairman said, trying to reach out, but Saeko cut him off without turning around. "Leave me alone, Chairman. I'm talking to Rino. I noticed it long ago, that Rino was inside Satoko. I just didn't have the proof. But I kept waiting for Rino to notice me. But you, you forgot about me and only remembered when you accidentally found a photo of my mother, didn’t you?" Saeko's voice was filled with anger and disappointment. She stepped closer to Satoko, her eyes mixed with anger and sadness. Satoko could do nothing but stand there frozen. Rino, feeling the urge to respond to Saeko's words, remained silent within Satoko. "My mother endured six years of terrible treatment without running away. And you, you destroyed everything in the end, and then forgot all about it..." Saeko's voice carried pain and resentment. The other gym members were overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions. The Chairman tried to speak again, but Saeko brushed off his attempt. "I... I was planning to challenge you in boxing. I was thinking of encouraging you if I ever got the chance to meet you. But that's enough. Now, I just came to tell you how I feel." Saeko wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. Her face showed a resolute expression. "Coward!" With those words, Saeko forcefully opened the gym door and walked out. Left behind, Satoko stood silently. She could feel Rino's presence trembling quietly inside her, but Rino still said nothing. 93: The grilling at the gym was intense. The Chairman had found out that Hiroshi had been used to investigate Saeko, and he was furious that the information had been leaked. His words, a mix of anger and disappointment, lashed out at Rino like a whip. Even Satoko, unable to hold back her emotions, threw sharp words at her. Unable to bear the criticism from both inside and outside, Rino lowered her gaze and apologized in a trembling voice. However, her apology disappeared into the void and did nothing to quell their anger. The questioning grew even sharper, cutting deep into Rino's heart. She had reached her limit. "Let’s leave it for tomorrow!" Rino shouted and, without waiting for their reactions, bolted out of the gym. "Don't run away, coward!" Satoko's shout echoed in her head, but Rino just kept walking through the night streets. As she continued down the road, Rino pulled out her phone and called Hiroshi. "Hiroshi, can I come over now?" Her voice was barely audible. Hiroshi immediately replied, "Sure." When she entered Hiroshi's room, Rino silently looked down and sat heavily on the bed. "What should I do, Hiroshi... I really messed up." Rino's voice was trembling. "I talked big, but now everyone's turned their backs on me. I'm weak, and in the end, I just kept running away." Hiroshi, choosing his words carefully, asked, "Was it because of what I told Saeko?" "No... but it’s true. There’s nothing I can do about it... I don't even know what to do anymore..." Rino lost her words and buried her face in Hiroshi's bed. Overwhelmed by emotions, her tears flowed out like a broken dam. Sensitive to her distress, Hiroshi quietly handed her a towel. Rino took it and continued crying until the towel was soaked through. After a while, Hiroshi, gathering his courage, gently placed a hand on Rino's shoulder. "Don't touch me so casually." Rino warned. Surprised, Hiroshi quickly withdrew his hand. After she had finished crying, Rino suddenly returned to her usual expression and looked up, sniffling. "Thanks, Hiroshi. I feel better now." "I didn't really do anything..." "Hey, can I have some ice cream?" Rino asked cheerfully. And then, Rino began to vent. "Coward... Isn't that awful? If Saeko's serious, I'll go confront her myself. I can't help forgetting things, can I? But, you know, I feel relieved. I can tell Saeko didn’t do it. I’m sure of it. When I get back, I need to ask Satoko what really happened with Saeko!" Rino's gaze sharpened. For a moment, Satoko was taken aback by the sudden coldness in her expression. 94: Rino ran full speed on her way back to the shabby housing complex. She desperately hoped that this was just an ordinary case of bullying orchestrated by Saeko. But that hope crumbled, and as everything fell into place, the most troublesome option remained. There was only one person it could be. Even Satoko, who had been so confident, was now silent. When she got home, she decided to tell the truth. As much as Satoko could handle. They met again in the park that night. Satoko stood with her arms crossed, avoiding eye contact and remaining silent. Seeing her like that, Rino felt sure that Satoko was hiding something. "First of all, I apologize! I'm sorry!" Rino bowed her head. "I don't forgive you," Satoko's voice was low and heavy. "I see. But I already apologized," Rino responded calmly. "Are you running away again? Coward!" Satoko stomped the ground, venting her emotions. "You’re like a broken CD. I’ve already cleared my head at Hiroshi’s place, so that won’t work anymore! Satoko, you’ve lost!" Rino taunted her with exaggerated facial expressions. "We're friends, right? Can't you trust me? It’s like you’re accusing me of lying if you need to hear the truth." Satoko kept kicking the ground, creating a small hole beneath her feet. "So frustrating!" Satoko kicked harder, sending a small stone flying into Rino's face. Satoko gasped but then quickly looked away again. "Satoko, you’re my best friend. I don’t doubt you," Rino said quietly. "Then why are you taking Saeko’s side?" Satoko demanded. Rino placed her hands on both of Saeko’s shoulders. "Saeko was protecting you, wasn’t she?" Rino asked, and Satoko flinched, nodding slightly while still looking down. "You realized something, didn’t you?" Rino asked gently. Unable to hold back her tears, Satoko covered her face with her hands and began to cry. She kept nodding repeatedly, in small movements. "Good girl! This conversation is over!" Rino smiled and then shifted to a more serious expression. "But the one who really needs to apologize is me." Rino gently pulled Satoko's hands away from her face and made eye contact. "The target was me from the beginning. I’m truly sorry for getting you all involved." Rino spoke directly, without looking away. "I believe Saeko is behind everything," Rino added. "How do you know?" Satoko asked, still sobbing. "Because her methods are exactly the same," Rino replied quietly. "You might not want to remember what happened with Kanako, but the Kanako I saw didn’t flinch even after having her bones broken by the police. She waited patiently, taking her time. Every move I made was calculated. She probably even anticipated that I would possess you." Satoko was at a loss for words, staring at Rino in stunned silence. "Let's go over the details... another time," Rino said after taking a breath. "If Saeko was the mastermind behind the bullying and was manipulating the class, there are ways to fight back. But if Saeko is innocent, then we don’t know where Saeko is hiding." "Satoko, listen carefully. Before I became Rino, I was a police officer. And I’ve died twice." "The first time, Saeko died as well." Rino’s words were heavy and deeply resonated with Satoko’s heart. Satoko’s face contorted in fear, overwhelmed by what she couldn’t understand. As Satoko sat down and began to cry, Rino simply watched her in silence. 95: Here’s the English translation of your text: --- Rino returned from the park and woke up to find it was the middle of the night. If Saeko went to school, there was no doubt that Sayoko would notice. It might already be too late. A sense of dread washed over her. Driven by a sense of urgency, she sent an emergency short message to the three of them. "Urgent: Meet at the gym at 6 AM tomorrow." The Chairman quickly responded with, "Understood." Next was Hiroshi. "Rino-san, did something happen? How about 8 AM?" No, Hiroshi, that’s not it. She replied, "Be on time," and received a reluctant response, "Alright, alright, I got it." That settled it. I'll deal with him later. Unexpectedly, Saeko's reply came quickly. "No way 😜" "…" Rino immediately responded. "I'll tell Momiji in the afterlife. I'll tell her to make sure her stupid daughter listens." Sure enough, an enraged Saeko called her. The first time, Rino ignored it. She ignored the second call too. And on the third call, she answered after just one ring. "What the hell, you coward!" Without saying a word, Rino hung up. As Saeko continued to call relentlessly, making it impossible to even type a message, Rino blocked her number. Next, she faced an onslaught of emojis on social media. Struggling with the settings, she typed a message offline and sent it online. "Stop your whining. Be at the gym at 6 AM tomorrow. Don’t run away, coward!" Finding it too annoying to keep checking, Rino turned off her phone and took a nap. The next morning, when she turned her phone back on, it was flooded with missed calls, and there were nearly 1,000 messages on social media and email. It was still ongoing. Saeko might be waiting outside the house, but that could be interesting too… Rino thought with a smile. She got ready, slipped a flashlight from her bag into her pocket, a modified store-bought one with increased brightness—her only weapon at the moment. Rino left the house just as Ema was returning home and headed for the gym. Saeko wasn't in front of the housing complex. Hoping she would come to the gym, Rino ran. She arrived at the gym at 5 AM. The lights inside were already on. Was she too late…? Rino cautiously entered with the flashlight in hand. The Chairman and Hiroshi were already there. The Chairman had come immediately after receiving the message, while Hiroshi had arrived at 4 AM to wait. Hiroshi, you're more reliable than I thought. Now, they just had to wait for Saeko. At 5:30 AM, a shadow appeared at the gym door. It was Saeko. The door swung open, and Saeko rushed inside. Rino relaxed her entire body, exhaled quietly, turned on the flashlight, and in an instant, blinded Saeko. Saeko lost her sense of direction and stumbled, and Rino caught her. "Thanks for coming. I misunderstood you, but you were protecting Satoko all along, weren't you?" Saeko struggled and hurled insults, but gradually she weakened and became quiet. "I get it, now let go." As Rino loosened her grip, Saeko suddenly lunged forward and pressed her lips against Rino's. After a long kiss, Saeko said one thing. "Don't get the wrong idea. It wasn’t for Rino." Rino blushed, her eyes widening in surprise as Satoko shouted. "It was my first kiss! Saeko stole it!" Rino muttered softly. "Mine too." 96: The gym was enveloped in a tense silence. Rino took a deep breath and began to speak quietly to everyone in front of her. "Satoru, can you hear me?" She asked as she looked around. She was certain he was there. "I know you're here. Come down." As if responding to her words, multiple footsteps echoed from the stairs. Satoru and several trainers appeared. Seeing Satoru, Rino gave a small nod. "You managed to return to active duty. That’s good news!" Satoru smiled wryly at Rino's words, but before replying, he held his watch to his ear, checking something. "Kaoru-san, are you here?" Rino asked, and Satoru nodded with a weary expression. He then informed Rino, "She's coming in now." Rino turned her gaze toward the gym entrance. A black van pulled up, and from the back seat, Kaoru, dressed in a black suit, stepped out. She was accompanied by several aides. "Congratulations on your promotion, Chief Cabinet Secretary," Rino remarked with a sarcastic smile. Kaoru exhaled lightly and glared at Rino. "You've kept everyone up all night," Kaoru said as she stepped forward, her demeanor resolute. "You know you're under surveillance. This is a serious situation, right? It's truly aggravating." "I'll say this upfront. If anything is discussed here, everyone will be arrested." Rino responded calmly to those words. "That’s why I called you here before you started work. Why don’t you start talking, Kaoru-san?" "I can't!" Kaoru’s immediate response didn’t surprise Rino at all. "Or should I be the one to talk?" Kaoru's face twisted as she glared sharply at Rino. Seeing this, Rino sighed and said, "That was a joke." "She's involved. The target is me. My judgment faltered, and I involved civilians. Just tell them what you can. I

After this revelation the next week Luna Thalia and Stephanie were going to ramp up the food. Monday saw heaps of food forced in the losers direction, from pancakes to ice cream anything unhealthy was probably in front of them. Amelia called an emergency team meeting. “Look girls it’s obvious they are trying to fatten us up.” ”And it’s working so far” as she pinched her own stomach which had just started to sprout over her low rise jeans. She could also see Willow and Priya had softened up aswell. “We need to choose somthing that we are certain we will win.” They all pondered for a minute until Priya came up with a brilliant plan. “How about we do a daily quiz, with each wrong answer you have to eat a donut.” “Might even out the punishment they have been giving to us.” She joked. “That’s brilliant.” Said Willow. The three then went downstairs and declared this weeks challenge. “Bring it on” said Stephanie. The first quiz was ready. Topic: Famous Landmarks Around the World Question: Which iconic landmark is located in Paris, France, and is known for its iron lattice structure? Answer: Eiffel Tower Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: What is the name of the ancient wonder located in Egypt known for its massive stone blocks and sphinx? Answer: Great Pyramid of Giza Luna, Thalia, and Stephanie got it right. Question: This landmark in India is a mausoleum built in memory of an emperor's wife. What is its name? Answer: Taj Mahal Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: Which ancient structure in Rome, Italy, was used for gladiatorial contests and other public spectacles? Answer: Colosseum Luna, Thalia, and Stephanie got it right. Question: Located in New York City, USA, this iconic statue was a gift from France and is a symbol of freedom and democracy. What is it called? Answer: Statue of Liberty Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: This pre-Columbian city, located in modern-day Mexico, is known for its stepped pyramids and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. What is it called? Answer: Chichen Itza Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: Which landmark in China is a series of ancient walls and fortifications built across the northern borders of the country? Answer: Great Wall of China Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: What is the name of the ancient city in Jordan known for its rock-cut architecture and water conduit system? Answer: Petra Luna, Thalia, and Stephanie got it right. Question: Which European city is home to the famous Gothic cathedral known as Sagrada Familia, designed by architect Antoni Gaudí? Answer: Barcelona, Spain Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: This famous bridge in San Francisco, USA, is often photographed and is featured in many movies. What is its name? Answer: Golden Gate Bridge Luna, Thalia, and Stephanie got it right. Question: What is the name of the iconic tower in Italy that leans at an angle due to its faulty foundation? Answer: Leaning Tower of Pisa Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: Which ancient city in Greece is famous for its ruins, including the Parthenon? Answer: Athens Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: What is the name of the palace complex in India known for its intricate architecture and beautiful gardens? Answer: Amber Palace (or Amer Fort) Luna, Thalia, and Stephanie got it right. Question: This massive sculpture of a lion is located in the Giza Plateau near the Great Pyramid of Giza. What is its name? Answer: Sphinx Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Question: Which iconic skyscraper in Dubai, United Arab Emirates, is the tallest man-made structure in the world? Answer: Burj Khalifa Amelia, Willow, and Priya got it right. Scores: Amelia,Willow,Priya: 12 Luna,Stephanie,Thalia:5 “Yesss we won the first day” Willow expídela shouted. “That’s 12 donuts each for you three” gleamed Amelia. The three winners still had 5 to eat themselves but it was far less than what the others had to eat.

I walked as gracefully as I could manage. The outfit I bought felt especially tight already and as I approached my friends table for a moment, I imagined I loomed over it casting a shadow like a very fat Godzilla. “Holy fuck sit down!” my friend Ash pulled a chair back. The chair seemed too small. “Nah nah let her sit in the booth” this seemed more sensible but then I had to squeeze in between the table. Neither was ideal. “The chair’ll be fine!” I declared. I cautiously lowered my fat expanse of ass into the wooden chair. It creaked a sad sounding creak as I gradually settled my weight onto it. Thankfully it didn’t have sides or arms or any of that crap and I was able to spread out and breath. Some of my friends looked aghast some looked absolutely delighted and some looked worried. I’m not sure why they were so surprised as this had been their idea. Maybe it took a week apart from them for them to notice my blubbering up. During a game of truth or dare just under a year ago I had confessed to fantasising about growing fatter and subsequently had been subjected to a dare to actually get fatter. Everyone at the spin the bottle game had agreed to become my feeder and had taken up the task with gusto. The dare had been to get as fat as possible and with some goading I agreed. Truth on one spin dare on another. Be careful what you confess! My feeding began that very night and the girls had joyously implemented a fattening programme. There wasn’t a lot I could do to resist. I struggled between my better judgement and my horny impulsiveness. It made other members of our group feel the courage to be more open about their own fantasies and seemed to bond us closer than ever before. That made me feel almost heroic. however, I was the only one left to handle any public effects of getting bigger. I couldn’t hide getting fat any longer despite maintaining my workout routines they were no match for stuffing sessions with my friends and then there was the secret solo ones which made me flush with embarrassment and excitement whenever they sprung to mind. In the bar I tried not to shift my weight too much as the chair creaked threateningly. Perhaps a booth chair would be safer…and more comfortable oh well I was sitting now. After a few drinks we all were more relaxed and enjoying ourselves. “Well how have you been since we all met last?” One of my friends asked me “Enjoying yourself by the looks” she added with a smirk over the top of her drink. It wasn’t malicious but it gave the other girls a must needed excuse to look my chubbiness up and down. “I’m good thank you” I didn’t initially want to address the subject directly and supressed a bashful laugh. “I wasn’t expecting to get fatter so fast” I muttered staring into my drink stirring the ice in my drink with a straw. They tittered in unison. And stage whispered excitedly things like: “Do you love it?” “How does it feel” “You carry it amazingly” “I think it’s hot” Obviously, they all had their own lives going on and topics to cover but I was the elephant in the room. My cheeks began turning scarlet “I’m blowing up like a big fat blimp!” I blurted a little too loudly. My outburst rendered the group silent. I took a calming breath and said “I think perhaps we need to call it a day.” I couldn’t meet their eyes. “We that sounds like we just got dumped” “I just mean I need a break” I almost pleaded. After a moment quiet we all laughed “that definitely sounds like we got dumped!” “Listen whatever you think best it’s not fair it’s all on you” “Thank you sorry it’s so much fun stuffing but its maybe too much of a good think I mean…” I lowered my voice to a whisper and cupped my hand over the side of my mouth “…my butt is eating my underwear as we speak” “Oh, my goodness!” embarrassed laughter all round. “Any bigger and I won’t fit in my car!” I lowered my voice “it’s over I think I’ve completed the dare” After a few drinks I can be talked into anything. We always held the stuffing sessions at my place some of the girls had boyfriends and I couldn’t be left groaning at there’s overnight. Now that I took up more room this was especially the case. They were suffocating me with cake. “If this is the lasht time we need cho make it count!” I could only mumble through mouthfuls of cream and chocolate. It felt so wrong and right all at once. My belly was bulging under my dress and my deepening cleavage gathered the cake that fell from my lips. They seemed to be particularly enthusiastic. Crazy to think it started as a truth followed by a dare. As the pressure in my belly reached a level of fullness, I had never experienced I wished I had lied during “truth” and denied the “dare” but I longed to reach an end. The dare wasn’t how much I could eat in one sitting it was to get as fat as I could. Who knows how big I could get. In the midst of my drunk fat haze the answer was who knows; let’s see. I wanted to tear my cloths at the seams I wanted to be fatter than all my friends put together. I wanted to weigh more than their boyfriends put together. It was my fantasy after all. Perhaps my friends from the spin the bottle night took it on board as more of a mission than anything else but perhaps I was also taking advantage. Getting a thrill out of it all my own using them as investors. I squeezed my love handles and relished the memory of outgrowing my netball kit. I stole breaths and half pondered how much I loved GETTING fat but the trepidation I felt about BEING fat. I was horny in the process but the end result was something I was quite afraid of. The initial stuffing sessions had been tentative and cautions and it didn’t seem to matter as I was the slimmest and tallest. My curves were earned in the gym now those curves were jiggling and bouncing as I attempted to adjust my dress. The waves of cake subsided and I gasped for breath. “Please…give me …a …minute” I felt massive but still not full to my limit. My limit has increased steadily week by week mostly thanks to my solo stuffing sessions. I needed to breath. During the first sessions I hadn’t stopped people touching my belly so now as time had passed it has become accepted that I could be touched and squeezed. Even my breast because I liked it. I allowed it because I liked it. It felt like something between worship and appreciation like my new fat hips were the bonnet of a car or my pillowy breasts were an item of luxury clothing. I hadn’t even updated my social media pictures so it still looked like I was slim and athletic. I groaned “I feel TOO fat” I moaned through half shut eyes. I had made my mind up weeks ago that I wasn’t going to gain any more weight and so hadn’t ordered bigger clothes. This summery dress was my last purchase. I felt like if I took too deep a breath, I might explode the seams and burst it to ribbons. The day following the next I went to the gym. It was over. The dare. The excitement of it all still lingered in my memory but I knew I had to get back into some semblance of fitness. I had exercised mostly at home for the past few months and had maintained some kind of toned underlayer of muscle. I felt strong despite my increased size. At 5:30am I mounted a bike and grasped its handles as I stepped over the seat and while putting my trainers into the pedals felt my ass sink over the seat. I seemed to happen for an eternity until I was certain the saddle was buried to the point of invisibility between the cheeks of my ass. I froze in shock until my butt settled still like deflating car tires. In the big glass windows, I caught my reflection wide eyed staring with the hulk of my ass and thighs obviously peeking behind me. I had to exercise but with my feet in the stirrups of the pedals and my breasts all but spreading across the handles of the exercise bike between my arms I felt like some sort of beast of burden. I began to pedal and hoped that when I stepped off the seat didn’t stick in my ass. The showers were individual and private but I as I turned to pick up my shower gel one of my boobs slapped against the wall and I realised that if I let the Truth or Dare go any further, I’d be too big for the shower! Before I left the shower changing, I remembered I had packed a small treat for myself. Just a chocolate bar. I discovered I was able to squat more and more. Considerable amounts of weight. I was amazed. I was beginning to feel fit and strong again. The scales hadn’t budged much at all but I stuck to my exercise even if it was embarrassing and most people were very supportive. In fact, most people didn’t even look at you at all they were too focused on their own exercises. So, no one likely noticed my butt engulfing a bike seat or my belly squishing my breasts to my face during a squat. So, no one knew about my chocolate bar. No one knew about the sausages. No one knew about the can of whipped cream. No one knew about the cakes and pastry and cold pizza and tubs and tubs of melted ice cream I was drinking in the shower before got dressed. No one knew I was sitting naked on the creaking bench drinking cartons of cream. Exercise makes everything better but by the time a moth had passed my yoga pants were practically transparent from stretching to house my amplifying ass. My sports bra barely kept my chest under control as I puffed and panted my way through exercises. The rowing machine was barely big enough for me to sensibly use because of my tummy. Exercised increased my appetite to the point I snuck a full roast chicken and ate it hand to mouth like a barbarian in the private shower rooms. “What is wrong with me” I mumbled between mouthfuls before practically slamming the full chicken back to my face. After I had eaten the whole thing, I felt something cold touching my side and realised with some horror that my belly and hips had expanded to touch the sides of the tiled shower room. I must be the only person who got fatter by going to the gym. I couldn’t help myself I worked out hard. And I mean it! Sweat rolling down me but my pussy would be throbbing thinking of whatever feast I had packed for me to eat after my shower and sometimes during my shower. No one at the gym knew about the apple pie. No one knew about the fast food. Sometimes I had to shower AFTER I ate. Sauce and cream and chocolate streaked on my swollen tits. Then I’d bundle myself into my street clothes and get on with my day. I was getting used to my ballooning body and almost didn’t notice until my breasts accidentally honked the car horn when I shifted to adjust the heating. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my chubby cheeks. Even my lips looked fuller. I hadn’t even noticed when I was putting on my makeup; my long lashes taking up my attention. Or pouting my fat thick lips I didn’t see I was even bigger than ever. My friends would be expecting me to be thinner! I doubt a garter or something like that would even work on my round belly. We met in the same quiet bar we always did. I had been too nervous to go right in so I spend an hour in the nearest fast-food place. I placed a small order at first but went up again and again for more and more. Trying to eat my nerves. The new dress I had ordered grew tighter and tighter around my chest and belly. I might have even heard my tights tearing around my thighs which bulged like inflated tree trunks. As I stomped towards the bar, I thought I might burst because I had eaten way too much. I even struggled to focus my eyes. The table looked up from their drinks almost horror-struck as I thudded up to them. “Hey guys” I stood looking down over the expanse of my boobs with my arms practically at my sides for balance. I could feel the straps of my bra straining to contain me and wasn’t sure if my expensive lingerie had snapped and was merely held in place by the cheeks of my rump. Hurriedly they slid the table out to let me into the booth. “H-Hello” “Hi” “wow” “What the...” It was then I realised I was too fat to slide into the booth. The fast food churned in my belly. It was ridiculous I was embarrassed to be seen by them this fat so I ate more and so was about to get even fatter. There was movement and confusion. My friends tried to solve the problem as I stood there feeling like I was about to explode. embarrassed I stifled a burp. My eyes kept wanting to roll up to the ceiling as my stomach processed ten people’s worth of take away food. “We. We weren’t expecting…this” What I suspected was a ladder in my tights revealed itself to be just that as it split inch by inch down my thigh and then my calf. I honestly felt like I was blowing up! The seams of my dress made small “pop! -pop!” noises as I looked on at my group of friends through half lidded eyes. They now seemed so small and skinny. I took a breath and my bosom heaved and jiggled creaking the hooks on my enormous recently ordered bra. “What have you done to yourself!” barely able to contain herself one of my friends blurted out. I felt almost disappointed it wasn’t a busier night. I felt like was maybe three times the size of one of the usually bouncers. The underside of my ass was almost completely exposed now and I observed that a strange side of me wanted people to notice. “Sit! Sit down!” I lowered myself like a parade balloon onto the same seat as last time which complained with dangerous creaks and snaps feeling my savage butt cheeks squash onto and even around it. It held firm for now. I took a deep breath and felt as though I towered over my friends like a fat cloud of tits and belly. The stitching in my cloths popped and pinched. I felt like I wanted to burp or groan or…orgasm. “It’s only been a month how did you get so…” my friend gestured with her arms and made a puffed cheek face. I decided to come clean “I was stuffing at the gym” I held the sides of my belly “What!?” “At the gym?” A couple of the girls who didn’t voice an opinion tried to disguise a kind of villainous delight. Or something I was so uncomfortable and bloated it was hard to say. “I worked out lots! But gradually I started…” I realised a part of me was doing this on purpose. Did every fat person start out like this? Even my feet were fatter now. “…I started stuffing myself in the private showers” One of the quiet girls almost shouted “you wouldn’t let us but…” then she regained control. “I know I know I couldn’t help it lets crept up on me.” I felt my bosom quiver “I love working out but I love getting fat” I said in a resigned tone. I was still uncomfortable and felt bloated like a big hog. “Now I’m huge. I love GETTING fat but I…” “…don’t like BEING fat” a few of them echoed. “Looks when was the last time you were with someone…. intimately” our kind of unelected leader friend said. She leaned on the table towards me. I honestly couldn’t think but she must have known better than me. “I…” I hic upped and my belly jiggled producing more popping and ripping noises to my alarm “. I’m not sure.” I sighed “I think my bra hooks just bent and broke” “They couldn’t have or we’d all have a face full of tits right now” she said with some impatience. “Look I wasn’t going to say but…” she drew a breath hand blew it out “…there’s a guy from MY gym, not your crazy…eat in the shower gym. My gym, he’s an.” “Oh no please no…” I groaned wanting to leave. “Listen! I know him. he’s great. He wrestles…” this made the girls laugh “. calm down! He’s like this amateur wrestler guy. So good looking. Big. Big guy…shut up before you say anything. I’m not talking about anything serious.” “I don’t WANT anything serious!” I pouted “You can’t HANDLE anything serious” she fired back. I was actually a bit hurt but she was right. Especially now after my recent…inclinations. “Could he HANDLE me?” I said straightening my back so my blimped up boobs protruded and almost cascaded out of my dress “Easy with those things!” My stomach had settled and I realised I actually felt sexier than I had in perhaps my whole life. My big fat kink was there for the world to see. “Handsome?” I said with a raised eyebrow “handsome” she confirmed with a serious face. “Muscley, you say?” I fight the urge to smile “Built like a brick shit house” I forget all my problems for a second and relax “I do like muscles” “Well, he’s on a tour of the country right now and won’t be back for a few months. Listen this might be why you’ve. indulged” I begin to imagine rolling about in intimacy with someone hot “just fun?” “For fuck’s sake just get naked with a dude!” she says exasperated I felt like she wanted to add ‘you fat bitch’ I laughed. This was enough to tip the chair over the edge and my butt flattens the poor thing like an old grasshopper and I fall backwards. As my back hits the ground my huge boobs flop upwards towards my face and out of my dress for all the place to see. The impact splits my dress up the sides letting my belly expand to its full size. I am surrounded by gasps. I lay on the floor arms out and legs akimbo with my belly and tits like a giant marshmallow. Instinctively I try to roll onto my front to get up which causes the remaining rags of my summer dress to flop onto the floor. When I was thin, I could place my elbows on the floor but my recently expanded fat breasts mean need to be arm’s length to accommodate their size until I am on all fours like a dog. My two-seater couch sized rump is in the air presented naked to the table of my friends. My tights are torn into expansive circles to the point they mostly cover my calves. The feeling I had earlier of my underwear snapping was accurate and the lacey pink fabric had worked its way forward. I scrabble like a weighty pig. My enormous fatness in a strange turn of fate preserves at least some of my modesty. A thinner person’s thong would have fallen to the floor but my belly hides my front as it presses into the floor. More importantly given my position the bulk of my ass with its bare-naked round fat cheeks buries my vulnerable parts. A thinner woman would have exposed her entire P***** and a****** from behind! To a table of her peers no less! Imagine all your long-term friends staring at your naked p**** and a****** I am beyond mortified. My lycra sports bra is vanished under my breasts which slap against the floor. I can feel the rough ancient carpet against the soft skin. Somehow, I end up kneeling holding my dress up against me like a styling bib but my rebellious tits jut out either side. I didn’t realise how huge I was until I needed to cover myself. I look up and see wide eyes from the frozen bar staff soon to be followed by the patrons of the bar. I want to scream. I want to shout out ‘sorry I’m just really fat right now’ instead I manage “I’M SO SO FAT!” As my friends rush to my aid, I realise with some shock that I’m very, very…very aroused. Like mad with arousal. Like that song am horny horny horny horny. I wish that had happened at the bar. Maybe it could. As I have these thoughts Jackets and tables cloths are thrown over me. What a disaster. I’m in the backseat of our designated driver’s car with a table cloth wrapped round my rump and one around my breasts. They are arrogant breast that’s how best to describe them. Arrogant. Like unruly blimps that lurch with every bump in the road. Over my shoulders our Leader Friend has draped her jacket though I feel this is like so she can claim me. Bump! Boobs flop upwards Bump! boobs slap the cold window Bump! Boobs nudge the two front seats. I’m horrendously embarrassed. I feel like a blow-up toy. The other girls had to get taxis because I’m too fat. I can feel the back seat on my naked ass as ripples run through my blubber as my tits flop up to my face. I’m trying to be…contained but it’s not working. “You could get done for indecent exposure” the passenger seat says flatly without turning. The thought of being big fat naked and arrested gives me an involuntary thrill. Would they give me clothes in jail? Would I even FIT the clothes they had? I can barely fit in this back seat. My belly presses between the two seats and my breasts practically rest on the two in fronts shoulders. A while passes in silence. Bump. Bump. My hips almost touch either side door. I feel like the closer we get to my place the less these table cloths cover my chest. How did I get so big! “Look it’s not your fault” she must have worked her mind around to forgiveness. Really am sorry. It’s my fault for being so greedy and getting so huge. “Listen, the guy I was telling you about…” my ears perk up, the fact that there’s almost no room for my thighs is initiating a horniness. And I’d love someone to come and love me soon. “…the reason I thought of you was because he mentioned he did actually like big girls.” “oh” I am the big girl now. It’s not just little old me being fat or getting fat. I am now the fat one. “But…” she breaths in and sighs “…I don’t want to be…mean to you but…you are getting a little TOO fat” Too fat?! Too fat?! Wow waits what? Someone likes fat girls but not this fat? I can’t be that big! “He likes fat girls but not as fat as me!?” I still can’t believe I’m the fat one. Not only am I fat but I’m too fat! “Just try take care of yourself. I’ll pass your details along. You haven’t even updated your profile pics. He might…get a shock” “a shock!?” I’m quite insulted “Look! You’re taking up an entire back seat of a car and wearing two table cloths and my jacket as clothes!” “Oh. Yeh” “You exploded out of your clothes tonight! I know I was part of it we all were but as you said a few months ago it’s time to call it a day” Bump! My boobs and belly bounce “Just try lose some weight” I audibly gasp I mean…to come out and say it. We’re at my place. I end up talking to the guy. It’s getting flirty. I kind of get the impression that he’s setting up a comfy place he can crash as he rolls round into town. If his pictures are accurate, he is a bit of a stunning specimen. He probably doesn’t even recognise he’s “using” people just used to it. Used to special treatment. Maybe I’m just speculating. It does seem perfect. I don’t want anything serious no attachments. Maybe a bit of fun and I wash his bandanas and leotards a couple times before he leaves. I’ve updated my profile pic to one where I’m starting to get chubby so he doesn’t g et SHOCKED. For god’s sake. I’m trying to slim down before he rolls into town or whatever semi-pro wrestlers do. He seems nice enough when we chat online. Enough that I’ve kept it going. Hot though. Muscles is right. Slightly beat up face but that’s cool I kinda like that a bit. Rugged. Dear diary, I warned him that I’m…a bit big. He said all girl’s thing that but he needs extra cushion and all that rubbish kinda chat. I’m a far cry from my netball days I told him. I’ve still been working out but I doubt could fit my old netball shorts over one of my boobs now. As the time of his arrival closes and our online chat gets a bit steamier, I start to get nervous. I start to eat more. I wonder if he’ll like brownies so I bake some to test but I eat them all. My friends keep asking how exercise is going and I say I’m at the gym everyday but I started eating these protein bars thinking I’d lose weight. I had a large pizza for breakfast multiple times. I ordered myself new clothes but…I outgrew them. I can’t see how much I weight but they say go by your waist line. He divulged to me that he did in fact like big girls and I kept hearing my friend say “not as big as you” well along those lines. Buti confessed to losing the T.V remote under my boob. I fell asleep and walked around looking for it until it fell out. He seemed to think that was hot. Our chat has got steamier and steamier. And cos I know he’s a muscle guy I’ve been lifting quite heavy. I don’t bother with the exercise bike any more. And my hips can’t fit between the handrails on the treadmill so I just leave it. He asked for nudes the other night quite late but I said “why see nudes when you can’t see it for real when you get here” with a wee winky face and he send back a hot face. The girls have been inquisitive but I said not to worry. They probably think my chubby picture is me now…na they can’t surely. Anyway, I keep taking these gym shakes and health supplements. Dear diary, I’ve been drinking these gym shakes every day now you’re supposed to skip a meal but I’m lifting a lot now and seemingly heavy weights help you to slim down. SO… …I have the meal anyway. Haha. Exercise increases your appetite he says that’s normal. I’m barely out of my gym gear now it’s so stretchy I love it. I’ve had to buy a few new sports bras but I don’t do much jumping about anyway. A few guys at the gym said I was looking huge which is a compliment. Been a bit snacky today but hey ho. Dewar diory, Had a great night to myself. Getting a drink and a laugh Dear diary, Sore head. I’ve ordered something nice to eat to cure thise beast ofa sore head. I blew up like a balloon. Over the last month before he arrived. I would say it crept up on me but I was nervous and excited so I indulged like a maniac. I thought I was being healthy but cheat days are a scam! I didn’t really notice guess cos I was getting stronger and accustomed to my weight. I don’t think I realised how enormous I was until he was one week away. By that time, I was so gigantic that my belly pressed against the fridge shelves when I went for food and my breasts…I don’t even know if I can talk about it. One of my boobs was probably the weight of one of my friends. Imagine having a boob as big as that. In my shower my flab squeaked against the sides as I soaped my curves. I began to feel my size as I waddled from my bedroom to the kitchen. The thought of being “too fat” present in my mind but it didn’t matter. I drank gallons of fruit juice until I felt full like a big titted bouncy castle. We kept chatting and he seemed to egg me on to become fat. I think he thought I was a skinny thing and was delighted when I told him I had just eaten something fattening like ice cream or pizza. Looking back, I realise he was trying to fatten me up without realising I had been stuffing myself anxiously for months. Growing. Getting bigger and bigger…and bigger….and bigger. I couldn’t believe this was a fantasy of mine and so many people encouraged it. I even bought a funnel. In the last week running up to his visit I had been fennel feeding myself wight gain formula “more to love” he’d say and I was so big that I had given up on clothes. A delivery arrived which I accepted wearing a white towel over my boobs. It was Chinese food and he had ordered it. “how’s the fitness going?” a text came through while I was devouring chow mein. “Going well” I thumbed back with my chubby fingers. I got a message: “how’s you pretty lady” he messaged with a winky face. “can’t wait to see your big ol butt. Hope your nice and full today 0😉” This sent me into a frenzy, and I’m embarrassed to admit this, I started opening cans of chopped tomatoes, beans, soup everything I could. In a whirlwind of horny hunger, I decided to eat everything in my house. “Getting full for you. Gonna be SOOO big when you get here” I attached an embarrassed and shocked face. I could hardly reach over my belly and boobs but I ordered something more to eat as I crunched carrots and apples, swallowing the core too, I ate and ate “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!” When the take away I forgot I ordered arrived I answered the door in all my naked glory. A bulk of tits and belly and almost began eating in front of the delivery guy shoving food between my plump lips and into my fat face. I couldn’t control myself anymore I wanted everything in the world inside me. I took a long shower. Squeezing my heavy breasts under the jet of water and soaping myself up. Managing to use a luffa to wash myself with a rose water shower. I had to reach to scoop water onto my hair as my belly and boobs couldn’t fit in the shower any more. I turned like an ocean liner and pushed my huge buttocks under the water getting myself squeaky clean. I washed myself like you might wash a truck, spraying water onto my fat body. Lathering up soap over my zeppelin tits and as far as I could reach into the crevasse of my yoga ball buttocks. The next morning, I woke myself up burping. I tried to roll over but my tits and belly were already hanging over the sides of the bed! I elected to send a message to my wrestler “Fuck I’m so fat now!” I knew he liked that but I was also concerned but this was encapsulated with a readiness for sex. “Well, I like em big 😉” he replied very quickly “I might be too big” “No such thing” I longed to touch myself but my belly was so utterly enormous that I couldn’t reach. Even despite that my tits lolled up and pushed into my face like lazy sea lions limiting movement. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. “Holy f***!!!” The bed was totally invisible under my gigantic body as it creaked painfully underneath me. How many days had I been fattening myself? Eating? engorging? Growing? Expanding? I had lost control of myself completely and utterly. Like a fat cow I moaned at the tenderness of my swollen breasts which felt inflated and stretched. Unable to reach anywhere near my soft shy nipples I whimpered. Tiny pink dots like a mountaineer in the distance. But between the split of my tits a hulking mountain of a belly shuddering like jelly with each heavy breath. I felt bovine. Or like a safari animal. I was sure the food I had engulfed was still digesting and making me grow bigger with each breath. I could feel the mattress under the expanse of my ass. The edges almost in the middle of each cheek. My wrestler was surely due any day now. Miraculously I found my phone still with enough charge and texted: “Another week and I’ll be so big I’m gonna fill up my room!” my fattening fingers managed to find and select a surprised a scared face. I let my phone fall next to me on the pillow and heard a woman’s voice say “feed her!!” Before I could turn my head, a funnel was pushed into my mouth and an incredibly rich and creamy liquid was poured into it. I tried but I couldn’t help but gulp gulp gulp. I turned my eyes to the side to see all my friends laughing and cheering. Slapping my big belly and squeezing my soft parts two even dove between my legs. One held my belly up and the other buried her face into my hidden crotch like a ferret. And just as I became close to a point of orgasm I woke up. Still massive. But alone. The doorbell. Knocking. With some sort of superhuman strength I barrelled myself to my feet. One breast heaving across to meet the other like a soft pendulum. I briefly noted as I hauled myself upright that my ass was almost as wide as the bed was long. I was giant. I thudded along the hall forcing my mass between doorways to the door and started to open it. I had to tug against the force of my right breast pressing against it like some obnoxious inflatable. Struggling I dragged it open and felt my nipple drag across the woodgrain of the door and “Blorp!” out almost into the outer hallways. Eventually I pulled it open dragging the handle across my squishy belly until it was open. I stood wider than the whole door. The Wrestler. With pizza in hand. He had the same face as my friend on our second meeting. Yet with something else. Wonder. I loomed over him like a soft boulder my hips holding my weight and pressing against the walls. “Too fat?” was all I could utter as I stood there naked last night’s engulfment of food still gradually piling pounds onto me. I don’t know if we even locked the door but I was on the floor of the living room with my monstrous tits jiggling in front of me and my immeasurable buttocks rocking in waves behind me. My friend was right he was totally rippling with muscle and big. So big. “you’re the biggest thing I’ve ever seen!” he groaned as he pushed my quivering cheeks apart and prepared to enter. I felt him whip something from between my mammoth thighs. “Who do these belong to?!” In front of my eyes, I seen what appeared to be a pink rag flutter down onto my hulking tits. “Those…” For a moment I stared and realised they were my panties from the bar. They look tiny almost insignificant “…used to fit me! Oh, my fuck!” “No way those fit you” he dragged his nails lightly over my lower back where he could reach “I thought someone got lost in you” The idea got me so excited I moaned like an animal. “You might get lost in me! I’m 5 times the size I was even a week ago!” he grunted approvingly and positioned himself. “You could disappear in my big ass” I saw why he liked big girls. I gasped in shocked delight despite my fatness. I felt the insides of my butt against the sides of his muscled abs. I felt if I clenched, I could crush him but he was so powerful I doubt I could. I was practically doing the splits my toes curling my eyelids fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings. This was what it meant to be full. To be filled. I wondered what it would have been like 6 months ago when I was lithe and athletic but as I felt my inflated buttocks hold him in between I was glad I was huge. Big enough to take it. Big enough to withstand. Shock impact. I felt spread out like a fresh book. My breasts bucked like the ocean jiggling up to my eyes. Over my mouth and nostrils like I was drowning in my own colossal tits. I gulp air between the waves and clamour with my hands to hold them still but they’re too gargantuan to control. Even my p**** felt fat as if it was so fat that there almost wasn’t room for anything. I began to squeal. The sensation of wobbling like a waterbed all around myself was driving me crazy. “Uh! If I wasn’t…ssss…so fat…” I tried to say if I wasn’t so fat, he’d break me in two. “you’re so tight!” he said grasping at my fat hips. “I’m so b..b….big!” I stammered as my breasts wobbled in rhythm over the floor. “you’re…. huge!” The wrestler managed to grab my fat arms and pull them behind my back. As my entire body jiggled on the floor, I felt even more enormous than when I first opened the door as if I was inflating with lust. Like it was filling my entire body up with heat like a hot air balloon. I started to orgasm. Bouncing on my belly and kicking my legs. My eyes went crossed as he pulled my arms back hard to get closer further and further between the pillows of my smooth round cheeks. Sweat was pouring out of me. And again, I moaned and bounced. “I didn’t think you’d be THIS big!” he grabbed handfuls of my fat I tried to say neither did I but as I wriggled and jiggled, I felt like I was going to feint. It was ecstasy. The side of my belly bounced against the coffee table. My tits felt tight like rubber they had blown up to disproportionate amounts blubbering up to meet my face. I was lying on myself. I had once been bending over a couch a long time ago but I realised with extreme excitement that I was so big that he had bent me over myself! All the food in my fat belly still sloshing making me bigger and bigger and bigger and…. “Oh fffffffffffffff….” His entire body stiffened and his massiveness twitched inside me. I screamed as well as my whole body felt like someone opened a shook up can of soda. His aggressiveness for feeding me matched only my own and I had developed such a tolerance for volume that my belly bulged out Infront of me. I was now becoming so fat that I felt like I was perched on my own buttocks like a bar stool. A large expanse of my living room floor was now taken up by my immense fatness. “I wanna see how big I can make you” “You can make me as big as you like!” I burbled though my chubby cheeks. I felt like I was stuck in a static star jump as he fed me the now cold pizza. “I love it!” I throbbed at the thought of him “I…mm mph…love it…mpp sho much!” Over the following days between his obligations, I was diligently fed the way a man might feed a furnace until I thought I was going to burst. Between stuffings I experienced his own hugeness as I shivered my way through orgasms. He filled me up more and mor each time. “I’m so stuffed….” I whimpered. My entire body was slowly inflating fatter with every second. As I shuddered into enormity I asked “am I big enough yet?” but the answer was always “not yet” Everything went inside me and I swallowed it up like a tireless pit. I felt like exploding every second I felt like a goddess. With my mouth I swallowed in huge thirsty gulps until my belly was swirling full of his love. “I’m gonna make you so much bigger” “Yes!” “Bigger than anyone!” “Yes!” I wanted it like air. Every day I inflated feeling myself bulge across the furniture. “You keep getting fatter!” he groaned as he waded between my fat buttocks to get into to me. I felt his stiffness engorge inside me. I was so big now that I felt the meat of my ass pressing his muscular shoulders. It’s an exhilarating feeling to have your ass so big that its as tall as a man. “I’m gonna…. b…b… burst if you…uh! Put that thing in there!” my voice must have sounded distant and muffled from where he squeezed himself into my softness. I already felt so full even another inch threatened to be too much. His size shocked me every time. My tremendous fatness made him seem smaller than me and yet inside I was so small I felt like an over stuffed toy. He grunted loudly. It was like a rush of air all I could do was babble “you’re pumping me fuller!” I felt my body stretch like elastic as he blasted into me. It seemed endless. “Oh yes! fill me up!” I tried to say but instead squealed incoherently as I felt my body inflating I lay on the floor in almost a sky diving pose my tis and belly so huge I balanced on top easily. I now had an intense pressure building inside me. As the pressure left him it entered me. “More! More! More!” my lips involuntarily pursed together and my eyes bulged while I bucked my hips as much as I could all I could manage to say was “mmpppp” I kept blowing air out through my puckered lips as if to make room inside me. As I huffed and puffed, I grew larger and larger. I began to feel the cold glass of the window pushing into my widening hips and belly. The surge made him convulse and he felt like a tiny puppet pressed against me. The cleft of my ass must have been five feet deep as he filled me up with his huge love. “I’m…not…I keep…c….” he stuttered and thrusted. My tits and belly began to make me rise up off the floor as if I was riding a massive fat wave. He became trapped and I felt him rising up clenched inside my elephantine cheeks. “you’re…blowing me...u... uuuup!” I screwed my eyes tight shut and released a low moan. ooOOOooOOOOH!!! Never in my wildest fantasies did I think I would get this fat. I felt like a bouncy castle inflated close to explosion. As I expanded my p**** felt tighter and tighter around his thick, long. I was swelling around him when he started again. “yes” I mumbled “fuck my fat wet p…fill me up…fill me up!” I needed to be satisfied I wanted new levels of enormity. His heat inside me pumping me full. I kept curling and uncurling my toes and clenching my fat fists that looked tiny on my big thick fat limbs. My ass began to fully envelop him and his squirming just made me feel more frantic as I flailed my arms and swore fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck over and over. My ass had swollen into the corners of the room like a gigantic wobbling peach and my belly bulged up around me. I felt like the slightest breeze might pop me like a balloon. The floor creaked below me and the ceiling above. My friend came to visit to see how my fun had gone. “Oh no!” “what’s happened to you?”! I couldn’t see them over my mountainous tits. My entire body felt tight from my a****** to my nipples. I was straining like an over filled balloon. Even to speak felt precarious. I was swollen into the corners of the room. “I’m…. mmp…full…. of….” he had c*** inside me so much. My chubby cheeks glistened and I hic upped. “you’re going to pop!” “Mm mph pop?!” The mention made my body shudder. Then I felt myself pushing past the last limit like a stifled sneeze. “I …. hmmmp…. won’t pop” … “You will! You’re massive!!” “Tried…hmppppphh…. won’t…. can’t…. just…hrnnnn…keep growing…. hnnnuh…bigger” I was in a perpetual state of arousal wanted them to touch my tits but the slightest pressure felt too much. The wrestler was out but he would be back. “He keeps…. filling me up more and hnnggg more” “What!?” “she’s delirious!” “I’m….so big…. he can’t find my p**** anymore” I gulped some air “so he puts it in my m….mmppp…. I want more! You said…urp..as fat as possible. That was the dare.” My stomach guggled as waves of hot love shifted inside me. Over the next few visits, he filled me up more and more. My ass pressed hard into the ceiling “Am I too big yet?” I purred almost nodding into a kind of pink hazy sleep like an enormous cat. “Not too big for me” “You …. you can’t…reach me” I felt myself slosh as I involuntary bucked my hips like a dog sending ripples through my fat body “I almost…hic…fill up the whole house” “almost” he somehow managed to climb up one of my volumous breasts causing me to moan in pleasure. His body weight on top of my hill like bosom pushed pressure against my ass and p**** which were hidden deep within the recesses of my plumped-up body. I opened my mouth like a starving calf sticking my tongue out and moaning desperately for him. “Please oh please….” It took a small eternity to scale my bulk and reach my open mouth which could barely open wide enough for his circumference. I could just reach my fat hands and arms in front of my face to grasp him. I hysterically worked him desperate for a blast of his love. “This is all you” I panted “I’m so big because of you” Soon it was pouring down my tits but I put my mouth over and felt my cheeks puff out with the fierce explosion. I had become so huge it was initially a drop in the ocean of my belly but before long I began to shudder and quake as I gulped and moaned. With my eyes shut I begged that it would be enough to satisfy me. I slurped it trying not to waste any I wanted to become truly gigantic. The small space that had allowed him to enter the living room was soon conquered by my tits and they pressed hard against the walls. It felt so good my eyes practically span in their sockets The front window felt like the screen of a smart phone against my expanding naked rump. This had to be it. The walls began to groan and creak. I could feel the furniture underneath my body already crushed flat from previous inflations. I really wanted to feel the house underneath me. The windows cracked and I felt myself expanding through the doorways and open window. The outside air gracing my skin. I was becoming a monster. A leviathan. I bulged into the cracks and corners. That’s when fear came in like a bolt of lightning. It was like sobering up. I burst from my house ass first into the street blubbering outwards as the building crumbled. I felt like I was rolling backwards into a seating position as my humongous tits pushed against a load bearing wall. This was too much! The relief as the walls crumbled down around me was immense. The outside air blew across me like a mountainside and I felt a gentle rain on my skin. I must have easily been 50ft in the air a mound of pink fatness. My fat had previously sat soft like pillow surrounding me but now I was tight and round my breasts practically pointing skywards like missiles. My arms stuck out like a scare crow. All breasts, ass and belly. I could hardly speak “I’m…. too…b…big” I said dribbling down my chin my cheeks were puffed up like a chipmunk. I could feel myself throbbing. As if everything inside me was threatening to spill out. My eyes opened wide as I realised, I could feel neighbours’ cars crush like soda cans under need me as I expanded outwards and upwards. I needed so badly to be satiated that I didn’t think about after. My limit was close. Please stop please stop. I’m getting too fat. I’m bigger than my house! My wrestler looked like an action figure as he slumped back onto my chest and almost slid down in the valley of my cleavage. My jiggling expansion halted and all I could do was blow raspberries towards the sky.