She wants it too 2 (Reward) (Patreon)

(BBW, Feederism, WG, POV)

This is a prequel/reimagening of a little ride.

The morning light streamed gently through the apartment’s half-drawn curtains. It was a cozy Saturday, and the world outside seemed far away. Peaceful and all to ourselves, with plenty of closeness, snacks, good food, and lots of love—just the way Anja and I liked it.

Anja stood naked in the bathroom, her bare feet on the cool tiles. Her breathing was calm, almost reverent, as she stepped onto the digital scale. The numbers flickered briefly, then settled: 119 kilograms. A broad, satisfied smile spread across her face. She ran both hands over her soft, heavy belly, which now jutted out much further than it had just a few months ago and was incredibly soft. Her skin was warm, supple, and crisscrossed with fine stretch marks that ran like delicate silver lines across her curves. “Reverent” was indeed the right word, even though most women tend to feel panic when stepping on the scale. For Anja, however, it had by now become a passionate and sensual experience, because she loved it when the rising numbers confirmed what she was already feeling in her body, which was becoming softer and more beautiful by the day. She loved simply letting herself go, and ever since we’d talked about gaining weight and enjoying it, there was no stopping either of us. It was truly unbelievable how much pleasure her growing, increasingly curvy, soft, heavy, and attractive feminine body gave us both.

“119,” Anja whispered softly to herself, her blue eyes shining with excitement. It felt right, downright liberating, to finally let herself go, to enjoy how she was getting fatter and more feminine, and to watch her curves expand. Besides, she loved how hot and wild I was getting over her and her love handles, which only turned her on even more.

She turned slightly to the side and looked at her body in the large bathroom mirror. The extra kilos had distributed themselves evenly all over her body, in a wonderful, soft, and perfect way. Anja’s belly, once already full and jiggly, had now become a voluptuous bulge that wobbled and quivered with every movement, no matter how small. However, it was still growing only forward and, even at nearly 120 kg, managed to defy gravity. How much longer would that last, and how many kilos would Anja have to put on before this beautiful belly started to sag downward and spill over her crotch? Anja’s breasts, which had always been voluptuous at a 110D, had become even fuller and heavier. They hung lower, were heavier, and had a beautiful natural curve that made them sway with every movement. Her areolas had stretched along with them as new fat had flowed into her soft, jiggly, yet still plump and full breasts. The fat woman dug her now chubby fingers into her massive breast flesh and moaned with pleasure as she felt the increased volume of her “airbags.”

Her thick thighs had also changed somewhat. Already thick before, they were now truly fat, with deep dimples of cellulite that were clearly visible with every step. When she pressed her legs together, the soft fat squeezed together lavishly, warm and yielding. Anja’s butt had become wider, rounder, and heavier, with pronounced dimples and a soft, jiggly consistency that wiggled delightfully as she walked. Anja’s butt had never stuck out particularly far before, but it had gained some fullness and roundness; genetically speaking, everything seemed to be developing outward, which she actually liked. It couldn’t happen fast enough—she wanted to carry a veritable monument of fat behind her, one that threatened to burst out of every pair of her pants. More and more often, Anja caught herself having such thoughts, fantasizing about far greater dimensions for her body than she had initially thought possible.

The love handles on the sides of her belly had gotten thicker, more grippy, and perfect for me to hold onto. She could feel the extra weight everywhere, and it was a real, hot pleasure.

I heard footsteps—no, I walked in myself, wearing only boxer shorts, and hugged her from behind. My strong arms wrapped around her body, my hands immediately resting on her heavy belly and her breasts. Anja leaned lovingly and eagerly into my embrace, pressing her now-curvier figure tightly against me. I pressed myself close to her, my warm body pressed against her soft back, adorned with rolls of fat. Anja leaned back with a deep sigh, savoring the touch.

“Good morning, my beauty,” I whispered in her ear as my fingers slowly circled over the soft skin of her belly, pressing deep into the yielding fat and lifting it, only to let it fall again. Everything about Anja jiggled up and down. She was so eager to finally get a really flabby, sagging belly so I could lift it and let it fall again. If only she could imagine that heavy feeling, when so much fat was pulling her down in the front….

“119 kilos. Look at yourself. You’re getting more and more perfect,” I said as I looked past her bare rolls of fat down at the scale.

Anja laughed softly, a happy and excited laugh. “I can hardly believe it. It feels so good, Thorsten. All my clothes have gotten too tight. It’s so damn sexy, this feeling of getting fatter. At one point, I was afraid I wouldn’t like it, that I wouldn’t feel good about myself with so much of it. Oh man, and how good I feel.”

I kissed her neck; my hands wandered higher and cupped her heavy breasts. I lifted them, kneading the soft, sagging flesh, and felt just how much heavier they’d become.

“Your tits… God, they’re so much fuller. So heavy. I love how they hang now, how they sway with every movement.” My voice was hoarse with arousal. “And your ass, your thighs—everything’s thicker and softer.”

She turned her head toward me, her lips finding mine in a long, tender kiss. “I want that, too. So much. I love the way you look at me. The way you touch me. I used to have these little doubts, but now… with you, I feel desirable. Sexy. The more weight I gain, the more I want. It turns me on when I’m full and when everything’s jiggling. I want more of it.”

Our relationship had grown even closer and more intense over the past few months. I’d fed her now and then, spoiled her with treats, and Anja had really dug in at every meal. In between, she’d snack unabashedly on her own—chocolate, chips, ice cream, whatever she felt like at the moment. The sex that went with it was more passionate than ever. Anja had come to love making the most of her growing body—sitting on top of me so her heavy belly and breasts would sway over me, or letting me take her from behind so everything could jiggle properly. She relished every new kilo that would tremble and wobble on her as we fucked. When Anja felt how heavy she’d become even during lovemaking, or when she felt her fat jiggle against her, it drove her to such heights of pleasure that it was almost enough to bring her to orgasm on its own.

After we’d stood like that for a few more seconds, feeling each other’s closeness, we pulled apart. Anja put on a simple pair of panties, which were already digging deep into her wider hips, and one of my loose-fitting T-shirts. Despite the oversized fit, her belly peeked out slightly from under the hem—a soft, round bulge pressing against the waistband. She stroked it lovingly. “You can always see it now, can’t you? Even under your shirts.”

“It looks perfect,” I grinned, giving her a pat on the butt, which wiggled delightfully.

Saturday began in the kitchen with a hearty breakfast. I’d prepared everything: scrambled eggs with bacon, sausages, fresh rolls, butter, jam, Nutella, muffins, yogurt with granola, and a large pitcher of orange juice. Anja ate with relish, plate after plate. Fast, in large quantities, yet savoring every single bite with all her heart—that was now the curvy brunette’s motto. Three fried eggs, four sausages, two rolls thickly spread with butter and Nutella. Plus a large bowl of yogurt. Her belly was visibly filling up, rounding out more plumply under her shirt. After that, even more scrambled eggs, muffins, and two more servings of that delicious, rich Greek yogurt.

“Mmm… this is so good,” she murmured between two bites, while I watched her, lovingly and excitedly. “I’m so hungry. And it feels so right to just dig in.”

After breakfast, she stayed seated on the kitchen chair, full and exhausted. I took a large tub of ice cream out of the freezer. I sat down across from her, a spoon in my hand. “Some more, sweetheart?”

Anja nodded eagerly, leaned back, and pushed her shirt up until her plump belly was completely exposed. “Yes. Stuff me full. I want to be really full.” She must have already felt like she was about to burst, and for most meals that was enough for her—after all, she’d already consumed enough calories to last a whole day. But sometimes, like this morning, she was greedier and more eager to stuff herself endlessly, and I was more than happy to oblige.

Spoonful by spoonful, I pushed the cold, creamy ice cream into her mouth. Anja chewed and swallowed with relish, her cheeks slightly flushed. With one hand, she massaged her own belly, circling over the taut skin, gently pressing into the softness beneath. “Oh yes… it’s getting so full… can you feel it?”

I leaned forward and kissed her belly, running my hand over it as I continued to feed her. My lips glided gently over the warm, taut skin.

“You’re incredible, honey. I love it when you’re really full.” Her hand rested on mine, and together we massaged her growing belly. Anja moaned softly with pleasure; the mixture of fullness and tenderness was making her wet.

After a good half hour, the package was empty. Anja’s belly was huge and taut, a hard sphere resting heavily on her thighs. She breathed deeper, savoring the feeling of being stretched. “I’m so full… but it’s perfect this way. God, I’m about to burst.”

We went back to bed after the stuffed-to-the-brim woman had slowly risen. Anja lay down naked after taking off her tight panties and shirt. I snuggled up to her, my head resting on her plump belly. I caressed every curve, lifted her heavy breasts, and kneaded her soft thighs. “You’ve gotten so beautifully heavy and plump. So soft all over. I could lie here for hours and just feel you.”

Anja ran her fingers through my hair, happy and in love. “And I love that you do that. That we do this together. It’s not just sex. It’s… us. I want to get even plumper for you. Because it makes us both happy.”

We dozed off, tightly entwined, enjoying the warmth and closeness. After an hour or two, I got up. “I’ll run out quickly and get us something for lunch. Stay in bed and relax.” It was great to spend these weekends exactly like this—lazy, gluttonous, and in love.

When I came back, I carried several large bags from Burger King into the apartment. The smell of burgers, fries, chicken nuggets, and onion rings filled the place. Anja was now sitting on the couch in the living room, her T-shirt back on, her plump belly still visibly bulging beneath it, but no less ready to dig in again until nothing else would fit inside her. Her eyes widened with surprise and delight.

“Wow… Thorsten! This is quite a feast! How much did you order?”

I unpacked everything: dozens of chicken nuggets, several Whoppers, cheeseburgers, large portions of fries, nuggets, chicken strips, two large milkshakes, and even desserts. “Enough to really fill you up. And more after that, if you want.”

Anja stood up, came over to me, and hugged me tightly. Her plump belly pressed against me. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? Making me fatter. Really fat.”

I nodded, brushing a brown curl out of her face. “Dead serious. I love you. And I love watching you grow. Every new kilo, every new soft spot. You’re the woman of my life, and I want you to become as round and soft as you wish. As we both wish.”

She kissed me deeply, full of love and desire. “I want it too. So much. I’m not afraid anymore. On the contrary. It turns me on. I want my belly to get even bigger, to hang even lower. I want my breasts to weigh even more. I want to really jiggle when I walk. For you. For us.”

Anja popped her first chicken nugget into her mouth, chewed with relish, and grinned coquettishly. Then she slowly pulled her shirt over her head.

“You’d better leave it off from now on,” I giggled.

“I like feeling how everything gets tighter, even your clothes. But yeah, maybe I should just stay naked. Then you can admire me even better,” Anja said seductively. Her heavy, full breasts spilled out, hanging down heavily and invitingly. Her plump belly bulged freely, still stretched from the ice cream. “Feed me, Thorsten. Until nothing else fits. Make me even fuller.”

I sat down next to her on the couch, picked up a burger, and held it to her lips. Anja bit into it heartily, her eyes fixed firmly on mine. While she ate, I caressed her belly and breasts or massaged her soft thighs. Every bite and every sip brought us closer together. The love between us was palpable, deep, and real. A partnership in which we both wanted exactly the same thing: to let Anja’s body grow, to share our desire for it, and to deepen our intimacy through it.

The chubby girl kept eating, burger after burger, nugget after nugget. Her belly expanded even more, becoming firmer and rounder and rounder. In between, she sipped from the shakes and licked her lips with relish and arousal. “More… give me more. I want to really burst.”

And so it went on all weekend. Anja didn’t feel the urge to stuff herself so boundlessly every day, but even on the days when she ate what was “normal” by her standards, she consumed more calories than an entire family. And with that, her body grew and grew and grew and got fatter and fatter, and we loved it.