Spilling over - The Pool (Patreon)

(USSBBW, Tight Clothes, Tight Spaces, Stuffing, Mother Daughter)

Spilling over 2

The weekend arrived sooner than Nancy and her mother had expected. The sun was already beating down mercilessly from a cloudless sky early in the morning when Nicole pulled the big van out of the garage. Temperatures were expected to climb above 32 degrees today, so it was perfect weather for the outdoor pool. Nancy had barely been able to sit still all morning with excitement, though this excitement manifested itself more in endless fidgeting and trembling of her vocal cords than in actual, restless movement. The new bikini was already in one of the bags, along with towels, sunscreen, and a whole load of snacks that Nicole had packed just in case.

“Come on, Mom, hurry up!” Nancy called from her room. Her voice sounded high-pitched and almost squeaky with anticipation.

As always, Nicole helped her daughter get out of bed. The process had become a well-rehearsed, yet still exhausting procedure. Nancy now officially weighed 398 kilograms—and the number was rising. Her massive body was a single, undulating landscape of soft, yielding fat. After several attempts to gain enough momentum, they had finally hoisted the grotesquely obese woman onto the two shapeless, doorframe-shattering accumulations of fat sacks and rolls that had once been Nancy’s legs.

Once the fat woman was finally standing in the hallway, she filled the passage almost completely. The process of getting through her bedroom door had, as always, been a madcap affair of pushing, squeezing, groaning, and waddling sideways. Nicole would have had the door widened long ago, but she didn’t believe her beloved daughter would be able to walk much longer, so there was no point in going to the trouble. Getting into the huge clothes hadn’t been easy either, but as they did every day, the two women had managed it together. The tight black leggings stretched like a second skin over Nancy’s monstrous thighs, which rubbed together with every step all the way down to her ankles, buried beneath fat rolls. The light-colored, tight shirt, which was actually meant for “10XL,” looked like a tight crop top on her. The fabric ended well above Nancy’s belly button, revealing a wide, soft apron of fat that hung down well past her knees—buried beneath rolls of flesh—and jiggled with every breath.

It took them nearly ten minutes for Nancy to squeeze sideways through the front door. Once outside, she was already gasping for air, completely sweaty and exhausted. The short walk to the van was a mini-expedition and test of what little strength and stamina her fat-laden body had left.

“Get in, sweetie,” Nicole said affectionately, opening the van’s sliding door.

Nancy turned around with great effort, presenting her mother with her huge, sluggishly swaying ass, and let herself sink backward onto the reinforced backseat. It was a struggle. Her massive rear end spilled over both sides of the bench seat, pressing against the windows and the backs of the front seats. Her belly lay like a thick, warm sack on her thighs and pressed against the dashboard, even though she was sitting all the way in the back. The leggings stretched dangerously tight over her massive hips, and the seams creaked audibly. Nancy’s monstrous tits rested heavily on the upper curve of her belly, rising and falling with every gasping breath. The lower end of her sagging belly almost touched the floor of the van.

“I… barely fit in here anymore…,” Nancy gasped with a proud grin as she placed her thick sausage fingers on her belly and patted it lightly. The movement sent ripples through her entire body.

Nicole just smiled warmly and stroked her daughter’s cheek. “You’re perfect just the way you are. We’ll manage, even if you gain even more weight.”

The drive to the outdoor pool took just under 25 minutes. Nancy’s massive body filled almost the entire interior of the van. Every time Nicole took a turn, Nancy’s fat sloshed to the side and pressed against the doors. Even the tiniest bump in the road sent endless waves through the young woman’s masses of fat.

When they rolled into the parking lot, the pool was already quite crowded. Nicole found a spot relatively close to the entrance. Getting out of the car was once again a challenge. Nancy had to turn sideways, lift her massive belly with both hands, and then slowly push herself out of the car. She was breathing heavily, and after just a few seconds, her face was red and even more sweaty. Even the simplest activities and movements were an incredible feat of strength with such a massive body—one that would have rendered other women unable to walk long ago.

Nicole was carrying several large bags: towels, a change of clothes, sunscreen, a cooler bag with snacks, and, of course, the tiny new bikini. Then both women made their way to the entrance of the swimming pool. Nancy waddled slowly alongside her mother. Every step made her entire body tremble. The apron of fat slapped heavily against her knees, and her huge ass wobbled with every step like two oversized balloons filled with pudding. It was extremely exhausting to swing her misshapen legs past each other again and again for a tiny step. The nearly immobile woman rowed her arms widely as she walked, the fat hanging down from them like large pillows and overlapping to help her maintain some balance.

When they reached the entrance, Nancy stopped in front of the turnstile. It was obvious: she would never fit through. Her belly alone was wider than the entire device, and then came her hips—the widest part of her body.

A young employee noticed the problem immediately and approached with a professional but slightly overwhelmed smile. “Good afternoon. We have a side entrance for wheelchairs and… larger guests. Please come with me.”

Nancy just nodded, gasping for breath. The few meters from the car to the entrance had already completely worn her out. She was panting loudly, sweat streaming down her face, neck, and chest. The employee led her around the turnstile through a wider gate. Nicole followed close behind her, one hand resting on her daughter’s huge, jiggling back for support.

Once inside, Nancy immediately headed for the changing rooms. Fortunately, the largest one was free. She squeezed herself in sideways. Her hips pressed hard against both sides of the cubicle walls. Nicole helped from the outside by holding her bags and closing the door as best she could.

“Mom… help me…,” Nancy gasped.

Undressing was an ordeal. First the shirt. The fabric stuck to her sweat-soaked skin. Nicole pulled from above while Nancy lifted her thick arms as best she could. When the shirt finally slid over her monstrous tits, they sagged freely and slapped heavily against her upper belly. The huge, soft udders hung low and swayed heavily back and forth. Then came the leggings. Nancy had to brace herself against the wall while Nicole pulled the pants millimeter by millimeter over her massive hips and ass. The fat bulged out everywhere—soft, warm, covered in deep stretch marks and thick cellulite.

Finally, Nancy stood naked in the cramped stall.

She looked at herself in the small mirror on the wall, even though her fullness prevented her from standing far enough back to see much of her body. Her face was sweet and girlish, framed by black hair and featuring a small button nose. Even though Nancy’s features were very round and plump, one would definitely never have suspected a 400-kilogram monster beneath them. A massive work of art made of fat. Her belly hung in several heavy rolls down to almost her knees. Her hips were so wide that they touched both sides of the booth. Her ass was simply monstrous—two gigantic, sagging cushions of soft fat that jiggled at the slightest movement. Legs that were no longer recognizable as such, but consisted only of endless rolls and sacks of fat. And her tits… heavy, full, and unbelievably huge.

Nancy smiled dreamily. She ran her fat fingers over her belly.

“Jason is going to love this…” she whispered softly. “He’ll see me just as I am… so fat… so soft…”

The thought aroused her. She imagined him staring at her, touching her rolls, feeding her.

Nicole finally helped her into the new bikini. The bottoms disappeared almost completely between all that shapeless, jiggly fat. The thin fabric sank between the massive folds of her thighs and was completely covered by the hanging apron of fat. In the back, it strained laboriously over her massive ass, the cheeks bulging far out at the top and bottom. Nancy tied a thin, transparent scarf around her hips—it looked ridiculous. It barely covered anything.

The top was even worse. The tiny triangles brutally squeezed her huge tits, constricting them and making them look even more massive. The areolas were barely covered. With every movement, everything threatened to spill out.

“Perfect,” Nancy breathed contentedly and turned around as best she could in the fitting room. Her fat jiggled in every direction, and her entire massive body undulated like a sea of fat.

They then left the fitting room. Nancy waddled slowly across the grounds. Many eyes followed her—shock, fascination, revulsion, perhaps here and there admiration. Nicole endured it all without giving it a second thought and walked proudly beside her daughter.

They found a large meadow a little further away. Nicole spread out three large towels side by side for the two of them. “I’ll get you something to eat, okay? You must be hungry again after all that exertion.”

Nancy nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, Mom. Lots of it. I’m going to cool off in the water first. You’re not supposed to move around too much after eating, and then I might not even be able to get up from the towel.” With these words, the incredibly fat woman waddled slowly toward the swimming pool

Every step was a struggle. Her body swayed dangerously. Slowly, she waded into the shallow pool.

The water felt heavenly. First it lapped at her thick calves, then her thighs. The deeper she went, the more she felt the wonderful weightlessness. Nancy’s massive belly, which usually pulled her down heavily, began to float in the water. The thick rolls swayed gently back and forth, lapped by cool water. Her ass floated slightly upward; the massive cheeks almost swam on their own at the surface. Her tits rose in the water, sloshing with every movement of the water. Nancy sighed deeply with pleasure and relaxation. She submerged herself up to her neck and let her arms glide through the water. Her entire body felt light—a rare, wonderful sensation. The fat flowed and swirled around her like warm, soft dough.

After a while, the young woman had had enough and slowly, step by step, hauled herself out of the water to waddle back to her mother. Fifteen minutes later, she returned, exhausted. Nicole was already back and had done the shopping: four large cheeseburgers, three orders of fries, two bratwursts, three hot dogs, four tacos, two large plates of nachos with cheese, plus the snacks she’d brought along—several bars of chocolate, chips, gummy bears, two liters of Coke, and a large cup of ice cream.

Nancy let herself fall with a deep, relieved groan. Her massive body landed heavily on the fabric, and her mother held her by her chubby hands to keep her steady.

“Oh God, that was good, but finally sitting down,” the fat woman gasped with relief. Her butt spread out like melting dough, and Nancy’s belly spilled forward and to the side. She lay there like a beached whale made of soft, warm fat.

“I think Jason will be here in about an hour,” Nancy said breathlessly, smiling happily. Nicole pulled her daughter’s smartphone out of one of the bags and handed it to her. Immediately, her fat fingers flew across the screen.

“He’s texting right now that he’s so looking forward to seeing me.”

Nicole sat down next to her daughter and gently stroked one of her thick arms. “Are you excited, sweetie?”

“Totally. He’s the first guy I’ve met who’s really into really fat girls. A real feeder. He texted me that he’d love to see me even fatter…”

Nicole didn’t comment on that. She didn’t care one way or the other if her daughter got even fatter, as long as she was happy.

They talked quietly for a while about the date, about Jason’s messages, about his fantasies. Nicole listened, smiling, even though she was worried inside—if only about the event itself and not about her daughter’s physical condition. But she also saw the sparkle in Nancy’s eyes.

“But right now I’m damn hungry,” said the fat girl and finally, with a happy sigh, dug into all the food in front of her.

She literally stuffed herself. The burgers disappeared in a few bites; mayo and ketchup ran down her chin and dripped onto her massive breasts. The young woman shoved handfuls of fries into her mouth. The sausages and hot dogs followed. Her belly continued to swell visibly. She moaned softly with pleasure as she ate, her cheeks bulging, her breathing heavy.

When she was finally done, she could barely sit up. Her upper abdomen was taut and bulging, a huge, round ball of food and fat. Nancy lay down on her back, breathing heavily. The towel had slipped; her bikini bottoms were completely hidden beneath the masses of fat.

Nicole sat down next to her and squeezed a large dollop of sunscreen onto the massive expanse of her stomach. With slow, circular motions, she began to massage the cream in. Her hands sank deep into her daughter’s soft, warm fat. She kneaded the thick rolls, stroked the stretch marks, lifted the heavy folds of fat, and applied lotion underneath. Gurgling and slurping, the massive belly enjoyed the treatment, which helped digest the enormous mass of food.

Nancy moaned softly with pleasure. “That feels so good, Mom… I want Jason to do that later, too. Everywhere…”

She closed her eyes, savoring her mother’s touch and the warm sun on her skin. Her plump belly rose and fell heavily. She was stuffed to the brim, happy and thoroughly aroused by the anticipation.

“I can’t wait for him to see me like this,” she whispered. “So fat… so full…”

Nicole just smiled quietly and continued massaging. Her hands glided over her daughter’s monstrous body, spreading cream over her breasts, hips, and thighs. Time passed slowly. The date with Jason was drawing closer.

Nancy lay there like an overfed, happy goddess made of pure fat—ready for what was to come.