Spilling over - The feast (Patreon)

(USSBBW, Stuffing, Feeding)

Spilling over 4

Jason and Nancy stayed in the water a while longer, wrapped tightly around each other, their two very different bodies pressed together in the gentle waves of the pool. Maybe it would have been too fast for some people; maybe for normal people, on a normal date, that would have been far too intimate too soon—but for them, it was something different. They both knew what they wanted and just how much pleasure and joy this woman’s young, beautiful, and grotesquely obese body brought them. Jason relished the closeness to this incredible softness and femininity, to these curves that were at once massive and yet somehow delicate, sweet, and feminine. The owner of these masses of fat, lazily swaying around her in the water, enjoyed just as much how this whole bulk aroused him and wanted to reveal and give even more of herself to the young man pressed up against her. They didn’t rush anything—even for a first date—but simply surrendered to the feelings and sensations they were experiencing.

Nancy’s massive, soft mountain of belly fat pressed against Jason’s athletic torso. Her monstrous sagging belly, which floated in the water and drifted around the young woman’s body like clothes that were far too big, lapped against his hips, while her huge, heavy tits pressed against his chest and swayed with every slight movement. Her tiny bikini top had long since slipped down and was fighting a losing battle against her massive, fat-filled udders. Nancy sighed happily into his mouth as they kissed passionately again, her fat, sausage-like fingers clawing into his strong back. But then her insatiable appetite gradually began to make itself known again. A deep rumbling could be heard from her gigantic belly, which Jason could feel right through into his own body.

“Jason… I think I’m hungry again,” she whispered shyly, but with a telltale gleam in her eyes. As if a guy like him would ever mind if a woman like her was simply insatiable and needed more food just an hour after her last filling. Nancy’s plump stomach—still slightly taut from their last feast—gurgled softly underwater, while the huge apron of fat in which he was embedded drifted between the couple.

“Those few burgers and the leftovers from earlier were just a snack…”

Jason grinned broadly, his hands still buried deep in the soft rolls of her hips. “Then let’s go get something to eat, my beautiful fat goddess. I’ll make sure you’re well fed.”

Once again, it was one of those moments that would have made normal people recoil on a first date, but when he called her a “fat goddess,” Nancy’s plump face flushed red, a intense heat crept into her lower abdomen, and she felt a pleasant tugging at her barely covered nipples.

Slowly, they both finally waded out of the pool. For Nancy, even that was a tremendous feat of strength. Her 398-kilogram body fought against gravity, which seized her with full force again as soon as another part of the extremely fat young woman broke the surface. Water streamed down from her countless layers of fat as she pulled herself up, with Jason’s help, onto the railing of the stairs at one end of the pool.

Her monstrous thighs, consisting of endless, swelling layers of fat, trembled with exertion. The apron of fat on her belly slapped heavily against her knees, turning every step into a real feat. Carefully, slowly, and groaning and panting heavily, Nancy climbed one step after another with her tree-trunk legs until she had finally made it. The collections of wet rolls of fat and pouches on each of her thighs jiggled wildly. Every step was a waddle, a slow, swaying push forward of her enormous mass. Nancy’s huge ass—two gigantic, pudding-soft cushions—swayed back and forth with every millimeter. This immense weight, which the young woman was dragging behind her—nearly 400 kg—didn’t exactly make walking any easier, but at least her butt served as a sort of counterweight to her heavy, sagging belly. Her bikini bottoms had completely disappeared between the deep folds and the drooping apron of fat.

Jason supported her, one hand firmly on her wide, soft hip, the other under her left arm, where the fat on her upper arms hung down like heavy curtains.

“Slowly, baby. I’m here.” His voice was full of admiration, affection, and a genuine, unconditional desire to help. Nancy gasped for breath the whole way, her face red and beads of sweat running down her thick neck and between her massive breasts—which, of course, you couldn’t see, since everything about her was still wet and glistening. Her entire, oversized body jiggled and trembled with every tiny step—a breathtaking, living work of art made of soft, undulating, and yielding fat.

When they arrived at the pool kiosk, where Nicole had already made a purchase earlier, Jason gently guided Nancy to one of the benches. Or rather, she let herself sink unchecked onto the bench with her massive ass, and her gigantic buttocks immediately spilled over the edges; her companion let her catch her breath there while he went to get more food for her. Like an avalanche of wet, dripping fat, the fat woman’s belly spilled out between her widely spread thighs and hung just above the floor.

The saleswoman stared, her mouth agape, past the man in front of her and gawked unabashedly at the young, fat woman, but Jason, unfazed, ordered very generously: Six double cheeseburgers, four large orders of fries with extra cheese and mayo, three bratwursts, five hot dogs, a family-size pack of nachos, two large buckets of chicken nuggets, four chocolate milkshakes, three liters of Coke, several bars of chocolate, a bag of gummy bears, and two cups of ice cream with caramel sauce. The pile of food towered on two trays, which Jason carefully carried over one by one.

Jason sat down right next to Nancy, which was almost impossible. The bench was designed for three to four people—or perhaps a wonderful, 400-kilo beauty. Everything about her massive body flowed downward like sluggish dough. Smiling, she adjusted her hopelessly ill-fitting bikini and watched Jason as he brought the food over, his eyes lighting up as her colossal breasts jiggled up and down. The young woman then greedily surveyed the two overflowing trays, and her stomach let out a loud growl.

“Thank you so much, Jason. I…,” Nancy began, but her companion interrupted her and held out a greasy, fragrant burger. “Don’t say a word. You’re starving. Eat something quickly before you start losing weight on me.”

Without further ado, she immediately stuffed the first burger into her mouth, took a huge bite, and sauce ran down her chin. As she did so, she maintained eye contact with the grinning Jason, and you could practically see the sparks flying between them. Her cheeks puffed out as she chewed and swallowed.

“Mmm… so good,” she moaned between bites. Her stomach, already nearly full, slowly began to swell again; the upper bulge visibly strained beneath her soft skin. Jason watched, fascinated, as the fatty masses undulated and filled with new contents.

After a few minutes, Nancy grew a little embarrassed and her cheeks flushed. She looked at Jason with wide, excited eyes, her voice soft and squeaky: “Jason… would you… maybe feed me? I… I like it when someone stuffs me. That burger thing just now… that was hot.”

Jason’s eyes lit up.

“Fuck, yeah! I’d love nothing more!” he said immediately, excitedly. He took another burger and held it to her waiting mouth. Nancy opened wide and let Jason feed her obediently. He shoved handfuls of fries into her mouth, wiped the grease from her chin, and held the milkshake to her lips. Nancy moaned with pleasure with every bite or sip, and her body trembled with excitement. Her belly was growing visibly. Stretch marks became more prominent as she stuffed more and more into herself. Jason gently massaged her growing belly in between bites, kneading the hot, full rolls. It was a silent understanding, and Nancy thoroughly enjoyed the touch.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered as he handed her the next hot dog. “Look at that huge, full belly… I want to see you even fatter.”

After half an hour, Nancy was completely stuffed. Her stomach was a monumental, plump sphere, taut and glistening with sweat. It jutted far out in front of her, pressing heavily against her thighs and forcing her to spread her legs even wider. The apron of fat beneath it had lost a few of its rolls, as Nancy’s upper belly was so plump that it required a lot of skin. She was panting heavily, her hands resting on the giant balloon and caressing its plump surface. “I… I’m about to burst… so full… oh God, that feels so good.”

They relaxed on the bench for a while longer, since Nancy wouldn’t have been able to get up right away anyway. Jason stroked her monstrous belly in slow circles. Nancy leaned back, her massive body relaxed and content, even though every movement triggered a moan. She had actually stuffed all that food into her enormous stomach and felt fantastic.

Just then, Nicole returned, having recognized the unmistakable pair from a distance during her walk around the pool. She smiled warmly when she saw them. “Well, you two? How’s it going?”

Nancy beamed bravely, despite the grotesque bloating of her belly, which was squeezing the air out of her. “Great, Mom. Everything’s great.”

They decided to slowly head out as soon as Nancy was able to walk again. Nicole went ahead and gathered their things from the lawn, while Jason helped Nancy get to her feet. It was a real challenge. Her stuffed belly weighed a ton and was really pulling her down. With a lot of groaning, gasping, and help from Jason, she finally managed to get to her feet. She staggered precariously on her tiny feet—almost completely buried by the fat on her calves—and tried to somehow balance the massive belly hanging in front of her. Nancy’s body swayed dangerously; the apron of fat pressed against her knees, and her bulging upper abdomen strained dangerously with every breath.

In the changing room, Nicole helped her daughter again. The stall was incredibly cramped, and as stuffed as it was, the fat woman took up a few more centimeters in the tiny space. Just getting there would have been impossible without Jason, but the real challenge was only just beginning. Nancy’s hips pressed against the walls on both sides, her belly pressing against the door. Taking off the bikini was a real ordeal. The fabric clung to her sweat-soaked skin. Her breasts spilled out, her belly swaying freely and heavily beneath them. Nicole laboriously pulled the leggings and tight shirt over her daughter’s massive curves after she had carefully and thoroughly dried her obese daughter off. The fabric stretched to the breaking point over the monumental thighs, hung with countless, misshapen rolls of fat. The shirt ended well above the navel, and both decided simply to leave Nancy’s grotesquely overfilled belly exposed and not to force the apron of fat underneath into her pants either, but to let it hang out lazily.

Jason was already waiting outside. He had invited both of them to a nearby restaurant. He had deliberately asked both women, knowing that Nancy only came as a package deal with her mother—which didn’t bother him at all; on the contrary. Even though the fat young woman was already stuffed to bursting, she was overjoyed and thrilled, and Nicole was also delighted by the invitation. Nancy and her mother pulled up in the big van; Jason followed in his own car. In the van, Nancy was once again spilling over the entire back seat. Her bulging belly pressed against the front seat, and her breasts rested heavily on it. Every turn sent violent waves coursing through her massive body.

At the restaurant, they sat on the patio. In the parking lot, Nicole had taken a moment to stuff her daughter’s fat belly into her leggings to spare her from even more stares than she was already getting. Still, Nancy’s stomach was so wildly stretched that a good chunk of taut fat peeked out between her waistband and her T-shirt, which was too short.

Nancy needed three regular chairs side by side, and two waitresses quickly rearranged the furniture and the table so that all three people could sit comfortably. Her massive butt spilled over all three chairs and her soft cheeks hung down far, but it was doable. The waitress stared just as openly as the saleswoman at the swimming pool and just about every other person they’d passed today, but Jason confidently ordered for himself and his beloved right away: For Nancy, a huge platter of steaks and grilled skewers, rice, fries, and coleslaw; one plate each of pasta with tomato, ground beef, Gorgonzola, and seafood sauce; fries—one portion with cheese and one with mayo and ketchup; a large “Pizza Speziale”; several salads with salmon, chicken, and seafood; as well as several desserts, milkshakes, and Coke. Jason himself had a steak with fries, and Nicole had an antipasti platter.

In fact, Nancy and Nicole exchanged a brief glance after Jason placed this massive order. The younger woman grinned and shrugged her broad shoulders, while her mother shook her head with a smile.

While waiting for the food, Jason and Nicole did most of the talking—something they hadn’t gotten around to doing at the pool. Nancy mostly listened, focusing on massaging her potbelly and letting her food settle a bit before the next course arrived.

“It’s nice to see how much you care for Nancy,” Jason said respectfully. “Most mothers would… well… react differently.”

Nicole smiled warmly and stroked Nancy’s thick arm. “Nancy is my sweetheart. I love taking care of her. Seeing her so happy and full… that’s simply the most wonderful thing for me. That baby fat, as some call it—to me, it’s just her beauty. She’s so soft, so feminine, so perfect. I’d never deny her anything. On the contrary. I want her to always be full and feel comfortable. Food has always made her the happiest.”

Finally, the first servings arrived, and the plump young woman dug in with a newly reignited, ravenous appetite. The other two at the table continued their conversation and ate from their own plates. Jason’s attention, however, was often drawn to the young woman’s ravenous eating.

Nancy listened while she ate nonstop. Her cheeks were bulging, and she stuffed pasta and steak into her mouth, chewing loudly and swallowing greedily. Her belly, which had already been bulging from the snack bar, swelled even more dramatically. The bulge became huge, hard, and shiny. Her skin stretched to the limit, and stretch marks glowed red. The fabric of Nancy’s shirt rode up higher, and her leggings cut deeper and deeper into the rolls of fat on her hips. Each new serving made her belly grow even larger, until it lay before her like a plump drum, heavy and round. She moaned softly with exertion and pleasure as she continued to shovel delicious food into her belly without restraint. To make more room for her belly, the fat woman leaned back farther and farther, but this made it increasingly difficult for her swollen arms to reach for more food. In addition, her exposed belly began to press against the edge of the table.

When she was finally finished after two hours, Nancy was more incredibly stuffed than she had been in months. Her belly was a monstrous, overstretched sphere, hard as concrete. As bulging as a balloon that threatened to burst at any moment. She could barely breathe, and every breath was a gasping groan. Sweat ran down her face; her body trembled from the strain.

With Jason and Nicole’s combined efforts, Nancy managed to stand up. It was an agonizing, drawn-out process. Her bulging belly pulled her down, and she swayed dangerously. “Oh God… I’m going to burst… I’m so full…,” she whimpered as she slowly waddled toward the van.

“If we… do something… like this… next time… I’m really going to need that… scooter, Mom,” Nancy gasped, her face contorted with exertion. Every step made her overfilled belly ache; the heavy mass swayed and gurgled. Her leggings were stretched to the breaking point, the fabric digging deep into her rolls. Nicole wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her daughter so stuffed before, and she was surprised that Nancy could even stand or walk at all in this condition. Presumably, this was Jason’s motivating influence on the fat woman.

Finally, they reached the van. With a lot of pushing, squeezing, and groaning, they hoisted Nancy onto the back seat. Her massive body filled the entire interior. Her bulging belly pressed hard against the front seat, almost cutting off her breath. She was gasping heavily, her hands resting on her enormous, taut belly.

She beckoned Jason toward her with one of her fat-laden, bloated arms. He came closer and leaned into the van. Nancy pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her full lips pressed against his, her tongue playing greedily.

Then she whispered hotly into his ear, “That was the best day of my life, Jason.”