Hourglass Club 2 (English) (Patreon)

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Hourglass Club 2: The First Visit

The Hourglass Club was situated on the edge of a dense grove, just outside the bustling metropolis, as if someone had conjured up a secret paradise out of thin air, one that existed only for those in the know. Twilight had already settled over the large estate with its numerous modern additions as the black SUV rolled slowly across the crunching gravel of the parking lot. The lights of the stately building cast a warm, golden glow over the well-manicured park. Among the numerous benches, ponds, and paths lined with plants and hedges, one could see couples or groups of people. Most of those present were women, and of those, most were plump to extremely obese. Fat asses spilled over from the seats everywhere, and sagging bellies and tits swayed lazily back and forth as their nicely dressed owners moved. Some were enjoying food from trays or held glasses of champagne, wine, or cocktails in their hands. Laughter and snippets of conversation wafted through the park air, while the women’s male companions—who were the majority, though by no means the only ones present—ceaselessly admired the magnificent curves before them. Waiters in dark attire bustled about, ensuring that everyone remained well-supplied with food and drinks at all times. Pleasant music and subdued lighting streamed from the large, wide-open glass doors of the main building, allowing the club’s guests to move freely from the ground-floor hall to the nearly cloudless sky above the park. The evening was glorious, with a warm spring breeze and the red-violet sunset

Wherever you looked, soft, heavy curves swayed and jiggled beneath thin dresses or tight leggings, and people were enjoying their time here.

Sebastian turned off the engine and grinned at his younger brother in the passenger seat. Lukas sat there uneasily, his hands clenched tightly around his seatbelt. At 18, he was both a real man and yet somehow still an awkward boy. He had no idea where his brother had brought him tonight—only that Sebastian had been acting mysterious for weeks and had muttered something about “a belated surprise for your eighteenth birthday.” The drive had been quite long, and during that time the young man had either been engrossed in his phone or had been staring at his feet. Now, finally, he looked out the car windows and could make out, beyond the long rows of mostly quite expensive cars, the park with its guests and the club’s building complex in the distance.

The Hourglass Club! , it flashed through Lukas’s mind. He recognized the place instantly. From forums, from hidden tabs on his laptop, from nighttime fantasies he’d never told anyone about. His eyes widened. “You… you can’t be serious.”

Sebastian laughed softly. “Oh yes, I am.”

“No…” Lukas whispered in disbelief, staring at the club’s buildings.

“Yes!” Sebastian repeated more emphatically and grinned.

“No. No, this can’t be.” Lukas looked back and forth between the club and his brother in disbelief.

“Okay… I have no idea how you found out about this, but… you probably know the rest, too. Are we only here so you can mess with me or make fun of what I like? Was that worth the drive and the gas?” Lukas asked, hurt and upset.

“Little bro,” Sebastian began calmly but firmly, silencing Lukas before he could really get going. He placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“How I found out doesn’t matter at all *cough, cough* you really shouldn’t sync your Instagram for fetish stuff with the contacts in your phone,” the older brother continued, grinning crookedly as Lukas’s face turned deep red.

“But let me put it this way: I have no idea if there was something in our childhood that shaped us or if it’s just genetically ingrained in us, but we’re into the same thing, little brother. So I’m definitely not here to mess with you—quite the opposite.”

“Are you serious, man?” Lukas asked incredulously.

Sebastian laughed at his little brother’s skepticism and naivety. “Didn’t you ever wonder about Rebecca or Shirin? By the way, I always saw how you tried to stare at them without anyone noticing.”

The two had been Sebastian’s last partners, and both had had quite a few extra pounds on their hips and ribs. Lukas had always been damn jealous of his brother for being allowed to touch such curvy beauties, though deep down he craved even more voluptuous and overflowing femininity.

Lukas swallowed and gathered his courage. “Do you like women the way I do? I mean…even much fatter and…if they’re going to gain even more weight? Do you just like bigger curves or… are you a feeder too?”

“You have no idea,” Sebastian laughed. “We’re into exactly the same sick shit, little brother. Otherwise I wouldn’t be a member here, would I?”

“You’re WHAT?” Lukas asked, slowly tilting his head to the side as he stared at the man in the driver’s seat, completely dumbfounded.

“Well, I only have the lowest rank and that’s expensive enough, but it’s still a permanent membership. With the bonus…booking an evening with a guest.”

Now Lukas couldn’t say a word and just stared at his brother with his mouth hanging open.

“Come on, enough chatter! Today isn’t about me! Tonight YOU belong here! No more shame, Lukas! No more hiding! Let’s finally go inside and then you can enjoy this dream, okay?!”

The two got out. The air was mild, filled with the scent of freshly mown grass and also a wonderful smell of food, presumably from the club’s kitchen, which was working at full speed somewhere inside the building. Lukas felt as if he were walking through a dream or one of his fantasies. While he hadn’t even fully processed what he’d just learned about his brother in the car, his brain now also had to grasp that he would actually be spending an evening at this wonderful place, which countless feeders, feedees, and fat admirers could only dream of in their lives.

Filled in equal parts with excitement and joyful bewilderment, Lukas watched the numerous women in the park as the two men moved from the gravel of the parking lot onto a well-maintained path of white stone that led straight to the club’s main building. Flanked on both sides by meadows, hedges, and plants, the two brothers strode along the path, and Lukas also noticed how individual women who seemed to be unaccompanied were casting glances or even the occasional smile their way. Stunning beauties of all sizes and shapes, often clad in tight and provocative clothing. Lukas couldn’t get enough of the sight, but before he knew it, they were already a few steps further on, and the next voluptuous beauty immediately caught his eye.

Then the two brothers left the path and stepped onto the terrace of the main building. Couples or small groups were chatting animatedly at bar tables or sitting on large, sturdy sofas. The light from inside the club, along with fire bowls on white marble pedestals, created a wonderful, almost mystical atmosphere. Perfect for this temple where voluptuous, feminine forms were practically idolized.

One group of people particularly caught Lukas’s eye as they approached the open entrance of the building, where a dark wooden desk stood and a receptionist—who was also quite plump—was greeting new arrivals.

The group in question consisted of three men and two women who had gathered around a bar table. On the stone slab sat a metal bucket with a bottle of champagne in a bed of ice, as well as several plates of delicious-looking canapés. However, it wasn’t just Lukas’s gaze that was drawn to the group, but also his brother’s, though both were paying attention to very different things.

The two women were by far the sexiest and most beautiful things Lukas had seen that evening, and he hadn’t even entered the club yet. One of the women was also definitely the fattest and heaviest he had seen on the premises. Even in the perverse depths of the internet, which he regularly explored, or in documentaries about extreme obesity, the young man had seen few beauties even heavier than this. In fact, with the experienced eye of someone who had already seen every shape and size of female fat online, Lukas would estimate her to weigh around 300 kg. At such a weight, it was pure luck whether the woman could even move or stay on her feet. Whether her fat distribution and physique still allowed her to walk without assistance at this weight. Many would have become completely immobile with such a massively obese body. This young lady, however, still seemed mobile, and Lukas wondered excitedly what a glorious jiggle fest it would be if this huge woman were to waddle off in tiny steps.

Shoulder-length black hair framed a very thick, round face with a massive double chin. Beneath it, a black top was nearly torn apart by enormous breasts. These simply massive udders were larger than medicine balls and would surely have hung like sluggish sacks of fat down to the woman’s hips if they weren’t held in check by a bra no less enormous. Rolls of fat bulged out everywhere, pushing her upper arms—which were as big as sofa cushions and from which fat hung in masses—out to the sides. Her forearms were nearly as thick as Lukas’s thighs and, along with what had once been her elbows, were completely buried by the masses of fat on her upper arms. In one hand, with fingers as wide as marshmallows, the fat woman held a champagne glass, and with the other she shoved one canapé after another into her ceaselessly chewing mouth.

Further down, she carried before her what would have driven any feeder or fat lover completely wild. A gigantic, monstrous potbelly, which hung down to her knees and protruded nearly a meter forward, dominated her body. It swung violently from side to side with every movement in her skin-tight leggings and always quivered slightly whenever its owner said something or laughed. This belly consisted, for one thing, of an enormous upper abdomen that bulged out swollen and grotesquely, like an inflated beach ball. Below that was a curtain of fat that hung down in numerous large rolls and folds, concealing almost all of her presumably equally fat legs. This woman consisted practically only of belly, and Lukas seriously wondered if he had ever seen such a wonderful and enormous apron of fat before. You could even see where the large and very deep, swirl-like belly button was located. If you had a belly button at a height just above your fat-buried knees, you could be absolutely certain that you were damn fat.

The extremely fat woman stood next to a tall, broad-shouldered man with short dark brown hair, wearing a black suit. He also held a glass of champagne in his hand and had his other arm draped around the black-haired fat goddess at what would have been the waist on other women.

Even though the sight of that belly was breathtakingly beautiful in its own right, the second woman, with her curves, captivated the young man even more.

Her long, smooth blonde hair flowed down her back like liquid honey, ending far below at the base of her tailbone. It was a heavy, silky curtain that swayed gently back and forth with every slight movement. The skin on her face had an almost unreal brightness, nearly porcelain-white, with delicate freckles scattered across her round cheeks. Her eyes shone with a clear, intense blue that immediately caught the eye, unless one was already completely enchanted by the sight of the rest of her body. Sweet, full lips further completed this angel’s beautiful face.

Her body was an extreme, sensual interplay of contrasts. Her shoulders were narrow and her upper body comparatively petite, though soft and rounded. But from the waist down, her silhouette practically exploded. Her hips suddenly flared out to a breathtaking width, massive and bulky, with enormous saddlebags hanging heavily down the sides of her incredibly thick thighs. The legs themselves resembled thick, soft columns—or rather, tree trunks. With even the slightest shift in weight, these massive legs, full of rolls of fat, quivered like Jell-O.

Lukas eyed the blonde’s butt, and it was simply monumental—two huge, plump cheeks that jutted far back. Massive, heavy water balls of soft flesh, already sagging at the back of her legs under their own weight, and covered in fine, sensual cellulite.

The white dress the mega-pear was wearing was so tight that it looked almost like a second skin. The thin fabric stretched mercilessly over every curve, every dimple, every soft roll, making no secret of just how voluptuous and heavy her body really was. The hem ended just a hand’s breadth below her buttocks, revealing the massive, sagging masses of fat on her thighs and the breathtaking width of her hips. It was a dress that radiated pure provocation. Sexy, alluring, and almost indecent.

The deep, generous neckline offered a generous view of her breasts. Despite her rather slender upper body, they were massive, full, and heavy, pressing plumply against the fabric and rising slightly with every breath. A magnificent pair of fatty tits that would have given the woman a fantastic hourglass figure, fitting for this club, if her shoulders hadn’t been so narrow. Her relatively slender neck and the barely noticeable double chin also spoke against it. Her upper arms were soft and thick; her small, chubby fingers rested relaxed on the tabletop. In contrast to the other woman’s sagging belly, her stomach wasn’t as huge, but it was equally soft and sluggish; it hung heavy and round over the pubic area of the fat pear.

Even from this distance, he could still make out fine stretch marks and delicate blue veins on the nearly white skin of her décolletage.

One of the two remaining men had placed one of his hands on one of the dimpled, oversized buttocks and was gently pressing into the bulging fat. The blonde seemed to enjoy it, as she kept looking up at her companion with a seductive smile and a cute wink.

The last of the group was a slightly shorter man, a few years older, with a bald head. He was also wearing a fine suit and was engaged in lively conversation with the black-haired woman, whose majestic belly forced her to stand a little way back from the table.

Just as the two brothers had almost passed by, the blonde bombshell turned her head, and her sparkling blue eyes scanned Lukas for a moment, who immediately looked away shyly.

“Come on, let’s finally go inside,” said Sebastian, picking up his pace slightly. “I’m curious if that’s a good or bad sign. And here I thought you were having a very special evening today, little bro.”

“What do you mean?”

Sebastian nodded briefly toward the group of five but without looking back.

“The guy with the bald head is the one who recently took over everything here from the last manager, Tom Steinke. I didn’t know the one with the blonde, but the one with the huge belly was the fucking owner. His name is something like Kaiser, and I’ve only met him once so far, but I’ve remembered that.”

“Wow…” Lukas said quietly, but suppressed the urge to turn his head again. Basically, he didn’t really care who they were, and even though the two fat women, Apple and Pear, were real eye candy, the real fun was only just beginning for him.