Spilling over - The Date (Patreon)

(USSBBW, Body Play)

Spilling over 3

Nancy lay on the three spread-out towels, breathing heavily but thoroughly content. Her massive body was a single, undulating mass of pure, soft fat. Her bulging belly jutted upward like an inflated balloon, stretched taut by the enormous meal she had just devoured. The sun beat down on her pale skin, crisscrossed with stretch marks. She felt wonderfully full, exhausted, and yet happy. A soft, contented moan escaped her lips as she ran a fat hand over the upper curve of her belly. It was truly grotesque how the bulge of her overstretched stomach jutted out from the massive, soft, jiggly mass of fat that was Nancy’s belly apron.

Suddenly, a shadow blocked the sun. Nancy squinted against the glare and tried to focus her eyes to make out who it was. A tall, athletic young man stood before her. He was at least 6 feet 3 inches tall, had short blond hair, a friendly smile, and was shirtless. His chest and shoulders were toned but not overly muscular. Nancy’s breath caught in her throat. It was him. Jason.

“Oh my God…,” she whispered, panicked with excitement. Her heart began to race. She instinctively tried to stand up, but her overfed, 398-kilogram body made that impossible. Her bulging belly pressed her down, her monstrous legs were too weak and too heavy, and the sheer mass of her butt and hips held her firmly to the ground. Nancy’s entire, fat-covered backside spread out beneath her, covering almost all three towels, and in some places the fat nearly reached the edge of the lawn. When the young woman lay on her back like this, it was almost as if she always had a handy mattress made of her own fat with her, on which she could relax. She could only manage to prop herself up a little on her elbows, her huge tits wobbling dangerously in the tiny bikini top and nearly spilling out. In this position, the fat pads on her upper arms spilled down so far that they sloshed over her forearms and rested on the towel.

Jason smiled broadly and crouched down. “Hey… Nancy, right? I’m a little early. I saw you lying on the towel from a distance and immediately thought: Such incredible beauty can only be my date.”

Nancy’s face turned bright red, which wasn’t due to the sun or exertion. The positive panic mingled with pure joy. “Jason… hi… I… I actually wanted to get up and greet you properly, but… well…” She laughed sheepishly and then struggled, panting loudly, to raise herself into a proper sitting position. As she did so, her overfilled stomach almost squeezed the air out of her, and her belly apron reached almost to the height of her lower legs in front of her.

Jason sat down in the grass right next to the fat woman. His eyes slid—as inconspicuously as possible, yet unmistakably—over her body. He couldn’t help himself. The tiny bikini was a farce. The bottoms had completely disappeared under the sagging apron of fat and between the flesh of Nancy’s thighs. Her monumental ass bulged out on both sides of the towels, the massive cheeks soft and quivering. Nancy’s tits were brutally constricted by the top, the areolas barely covered. Of course she noticed his glances and relished them. It felt hot on her fat to know that his pretty eyes were wandering over the endless, soft cushions. She playfully tugged at the bikini top, causing her breasts to be squeezed even tighter and to bounce slightly.

Nicole, who had been sitting a little apart, stood up and smiled warmly. “You must be Jason. Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand. Jason stood up and shook it politely. “Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. …?”

“Nicole is fine. I’m going for a little walk and a swim. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.” With one last loving glance at her daughter, Nicole disappeared toward the large pool.

Jason sat back down, this time closer to Nancy. Both were noticeably nervous. Nancy giggled softly and played with one of her black, still-damp strands of hair. Her cheeks were flushed. Jason rubbed the back of his neck and smiled shyly.

“Wow… you look even more impressive in real life than in the photos,” he said quietly, once he’d found his voice again.

“Really? Thank you… you too.” Nancy beamed. She was excited, as is usual on a very first date. She made a small movement, letting her belly sway slightly back and forth, and watched as Jason’s gaze immediately wandered there. She loved it. The attention, the admiration, the pure lust in his eyes.

At first, their conversation was halting, but it quickly grew deeper. Jason spoke openly about how long he’d been into plus-size women.

“I’ve always been this way. Even at 14 or 15, I realized that while slim girls were visually appealing to me, they didn’t spark any real attraction. It has to do with softness. With fullness. With the way a really big body feels, moves, and looks. I love it when a woman weighs so much that she’s just… overwhelming. That every movement is an event.”

Nancy listened spellbound, her small, plump hands resting on her belly. “How long exactly? And why such extreme… I mean, someone like me?”

Jason smiled sheepishly, but said with complete honesty. “For as long as I can remember. I found porn and forums about SSBBWs early on. Super Sized Big Beautiful Women. Women who are truly huge. 300, 400 kilos and more. That never put me off—on the contrary. The fatter, the better. I love the curves, the rolls, the sagging aprons, the way the belly reaches down to the knees, how the thighs merge, how the ass is just… endless. And with you… Nancy, you’re perfect. Your face is so sweet and girlish, that little button nose, the black hair—and then underneath, that gigantic, soft, beautiful mountain of fat. That’s my absolute dream. You’re not just fat. You’re a goddess made of pure, soft fat.”

Nancy bit her lip. His words turned her on incredibly. She wiggled her hips slightly, letting her tits sway, and looked at him defiantly.

Jason laughed sheepishly and added, “For a lot of women, no matter how fat or thin, that would probably be way too direct on a first date. But we’re not ordinary people, are we? We’ve been writing to each other for a long time about what we both like, and I just want to assure you that I really find everything about you beautiful. You’re super nice and sweet, but we both have this fetish and… that’s why I just have to tell you how hot all your fat is.”

Nancy listened to him with seductive eyes, her hands absentmindedly kneading her massive belly.

“What exactly do you find most beautiful about me?”

Jason took a deep breath and let his gaze roam openly over her. “Where should I start? Everything! Your belly… it hangs so heavy and soft, with those crazy rolls and that deep navel. I love how it jiggles with every movement. Your hips are so unbelievably wide that you probably can’t fit through a normal door anymore. Your ass… my goodness, Nancy, it’s just monstrous. Two huge, soft cushions that tremble with every step. And your breasts… so heavy and full. Your poor bikini can barely hold them up. I also love your little, chubby hands and how your fingers look like marshmallows. Everything about you is feminine, excessively fat, just extreme—and that means extremely beautiful. I’m totally into feederism. I don’t just want to see a woman fat—I want to help her get even fatter. Feed her, pamper her, massage her, watch her grow.”

Nancy moaned softly with excitement. “I love food. Really. My mom regularly stuffs me until I’m about to burst, if I haven’t already completely overeaten myself. And I’m still getting fatter and fatter and fatter… a few more pounds every month.”

“Fuck… that’s so hot,” Jason murmured. He moved closer. “I’d love to help you with that. Bring you burgers, feed you, make you milkshakes until your belly is so full you can’t get up.”

The conversation lasted almost half an hour. Jason talked about his fantasies, about past (few) encounters with fat women, who were never extreme enough for him, though. Nancy described how much she enjoyed pushing her limits, how amazing it felt when her stomach was so full it hurt, and how much she relished the stares—both positive and negative. She simply loved being lazy and decadent, being waited on, and how she’d gladly let herself go completely with the right man and become dependent on him. Her mother was already something of a feeder to her, even if that wasn’t Nicole’s conscious goal, but with a real feeder, Nancy could reach unimagined heights. The nervousness quickly faded, giving way to pure, youthful infatuation and sexual tension.

Eventually, Nancy gathered even more courage after she’d already waddled around in front of Jason with her fat. With an innocent batting of her eyelashes, but a clearly aroused, seductive voice, she asked, “Jason… could you maybe put sunscreen on me everywhere? The sun is brutal today and I burn so easily. There are just so many places I can’t reach anymore…”

Jason swallowed hard and grinned. “Of course. I’d love to.”

With his help, Nancy rolled onto her stomach with a groan. Her massive ass now towered dominantly upward, her cheeks spilling wide apart. Jason took the bottle of sunscreen and started on her back. His hands sank into the countless deep folds of fat. He kneaded every inch, lifting heavy rolls of flesh, applying lotion underneath, and massaging the soft, warm flesh. Nancy moaned softly with pleasure.

“Not just my back…,” she murmured after a while, feigning reproach. “Or do you want me to get sunburned on my ass and legs?”

Jason laughed a little hoarsely, embarrassed and excited, and his hands wandered lower. He applied lotion to her monstrous buttocks and enjoyed it to the fullest. His hands dug deep into the soft, yielding fat. He kneaded the huge cushions, pulled them apart, massaged the insides of her thighs. Nancy trembled with excitement. Then she turned back onto her back with a heavy sigh.

Now it was her massive belly’s turn. Jason generously applied lotion, letting his hands glide over the plump sphere and the endless apron of fat beneath it. He kneaded every roll, worked his way into the deep folds, lifted the heavy apron of fat, and carefully applied lotion underneath it all. In doing so, his fingers brushed several times against Nancy’s huge, fat fupa, which completely overwhelmed the tiny panties. Nancy sighed with pleasure.

“Deeper… please…,” she whispered.

Jason obeyed. His hands disappeared almost completely under the hot, heavy belly apron. Nancy writhed with pleasure.

Then he moved higher again. While applying lotion to her upper abdomen, his hands accidentally brushed the undersides of her breasts. Nancy smiled playfully. “Those too, please. Very thoroughly.”

Jason was completely blown away. He applied lotion to her monstrous tits, lifted them, kneaded the soft flesh, and let his fingers glide over the barely covered nipples. Both had completely forgotten the world around them. When he noticed Nancy’s nipples hardening beneath the scraps of fabric, their eyes met and their thoughts were completely in sync. There was nothing left but his hands on her unbelievably voluptuous body and her sounds of pleasure.

When he was finally done, Jason helped Nancy to her feet. It was a long and very strenuous process. He pulled and supported her while Nancy gasped and sweated. Finally, she stood on her monstrously fat legs. Her body swayed with every tiny movement. Together, they walked slowly to a somewhat quieter pool in the corner.

In the chest-high water, they finally embraced once they reached a spot that was somewhat shielded from view. Nancy’s massive belly pressed against Jason’s body. He wrapped his arms around as much of her as he could. Her wet, huge tits pressed against his chest. Then they kissed for the first time. It was a long, deep, hungry kiss. Nancy moaned softly into his mouth while her entire fat body floated and swayed gently in the water.

It was perfect, but only the beginning for both of them.