The Beach House Mirror - Part 9 (Patreon)

Part 9 - A Star is Reborn

Sarah-Jane sat on the couch, her heavy body squashing it under her. Her dress rolled halfway up her thick thighs, belly gently rising and falling with each breath. Her phone still buzzed with the soft warmth of memory, the glow of hundreds of photos showing her not just fat, but huge and hot as hell.

Moxie leapt from behind the sofa and landed with a start on her expansive lap. Sarah-Jane jumped in fright, and found her huge boobs smack her on the second chin.

Caught between fright and laughter, she looked down at Moxie who was very happy to have found such a warm and generous lap to sit on.

“So you like fat chicks, huh Mox?”

The cat purred.

She scrolled through another photo set; this one unmistakably sexy.

Her massive body spread across velvet sheets, posed in neon lingerie that strained at every seam. A Halloween shot where she was stuffed into a micro-sized “naughty nurse” outfit, her belly completely obscuring the crotch, panties swallowed beneath her lower roll. Another where she was on all fours, her ass so huge it eclipsed everything, framed by pink thigh-highs and nothing else.

Jesus. She looked amazing.

And then something shifted in her mind.

A flash.

Not a memory, exactly. More like a sense of knowing. A slideshow of feelings. The hot glare of a ring light. The tight elastic of lingerie cutting into soft flesh. The sound of message pings as fans begged her to show more. To jiggle. To bounce. To eat.

She’d been a webcam model.

That’s how she’d made her name first, her money too before the books kicked-in. SarahJayBBW. Thousands of followers, of people obsessed with her fat rolls, her huge body, her abundant sexiness. And she still did it. Occasionally. For fun.

And suddenly it clicked.

This house hadn’t been rented for a quiet writing retreat.

It was for a photoshoot. Several photoshoots. Filming. New content.

Her mind raced. What had once embarrassed her now made her wet deep beneath her gut. The idea of people staring at her… drooling over her soft, heavy belly, her massive jiggling ass, her thick arms wrapped around decadent food! It filled her with a heady, almost feral pleasure.

She loved it.

“What a bright new world,” she whispered, grinning. Her fat fingers stroked the side of her belly absently. “What a huge, sexy world to live in.”

She waddled toward the bedroom, one hand steadying her belly as it swayed. Her mind was already plotting outfits. Lingerie. Lighting. Angles. Maybe some slow-motion belly drops for her feed. And food. Definitely food.

People were going to freak.

Or fall in love.

Either way, they were going to watch.

And this time, Sarah-Jane wasn’t hiding.

At this size, that would be impossible.