The girth 7 Ending (Reward) (Patreon)

(SSBBW, USSBBW, WG, Stuffing, Tight Squeeze)

In the weeks and months that followed, Amber and Carl had let themselves sink deeper and deeper into their shared world of abundance, devotion, and insatiable greed. The young woman had grown steadily in the capable hands of her feeder and adored every new roll of fat, every stretch mark, and even the increasingly heavy panting that set in after just a few steps. What had started out as an exciting game had long since become the center of her life. Amber grew and grew, and Carl fed her with a love and perseverance that thrilled her anew every day. Her weight rose unstoppably.

The 234 kilos on the scale had been just a stop along the way. Soon it was 240, then 248, 255—and finally, on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, as Amber waddled onto the small plastic platform, swaying slightly because her monstrous, fat-laden tree-trunk thighs severely impaired her balance, the display showed 268 kilograms.

She stared at the number, breathing heavily, and felt a hot shiver run through her massive body. Carl knelt on the floor beside her, both hands buried deep in the soft, overflowing sides of her belly, and kissed the heavy stretch marks that ran like silver rivers across her taut skin. He lovingly lifted her sagging belly—which was drooping lower and lower, blocking the view of her thick feet—and savored the enormous weight of this sack of flesh in his fingers.

Almost trembling with lust, Amber stepped off the scale, her masses of fat wobbling, and ran her own chubby hands over her massive hips and her monstrously wide, protruding butt. Enraptured, her hands felt the deep dimples of cellulite and slid between the folds of the voluptuous rolls of fat.

“268…,” Carl whispered reverently. “My God, Amber… you’ve become so incredibly fat and beautiful. You were already perfect when we met, but now you’re just… wow.”

She laughed, causing her entire body to ripple in waves—her huge, sagging breasts, her belly drooping low, which now reached almost to her knees and heaved heavily up and down with every breath. Her colossal hips and her butt, which had grown so wide that even on the reinforced chair she’d bought, it spilled over on both sides and pushed the armrests outward.

“By now, I probably wouldn’t fit next to you on the bus anymore, let alone be able to squeeze through the aisle,” she giggled, playfully running her fingers through her dark hair. She gazed lovingly past her large, full breasts and enjoyed watching her boyfriend play with the new flesh he himself had added to her magnificent body.

The changes weren’t just visible on the scale or directly on her wonderful body. Amber’s everyday life had also changed fundamentally. The tight leggings she’d been wearing just a few weeks ago had long since burst—quite literally. One morning, she’d tried to squeeze into them, and the fabric had torn with a loud rip across her massive thighs. Amber had stood naked in front of the mirror, the torn remnants in her hands, and felt so aroused that she had to call Carl immediately. It was an experience similar to the first time her hips had rubbed against the doorframe. Sharing things like that with her feeder had always been a particularly arousing and intimate feeling for the young woman. It always turned them both on immensely to know just how much fatter, more beautiful, and wider they’d made Amber’s body. He’d been there within twenty minutes, with three big bags of fast food, and had fed her until she felt like she was going to burst at any moment.

By now, Amber hardly owned anything that actually fit anymore. The few loose-fitting dresses and extra-large panties she’d ordered online had become too tight within just a few weeks. She usually walked around the apartment naked or in a single, enormous nightgown that slipped off her shoulders and barely covered her stomach and hips. The nightgown itself had become so tight across her breasts that the fabric pressed deep grooves into her soft flesh. With regular T-shirts, even more of Amber’s colossal sagging belly was visible, and her tits bulged out everywhere. When she went out, Amber still dressed as fashionably and prettily as possible, but everything was getting tighter and tighter—which, in turn, also aroused her somewhat. The young woman loved to show off her fat, and she wanted everyone to see how she kept swelling up and getting wider.

Doors had become both a daily challenge and a source of intense arousal. The living room door, against which she’d first felt herself rubbing back then, had now become a bottleneck.

The shower had become even more difficult than it already had been. Amber had to squeeze in sideways, pressing her belly against the glass wall and her butt against the tile on the opposite side. The water ran in rivulets over the deep folds of her body. Sometimes she asked Carl to join her in the shower. Even though this made the space even tighter, her feeder could at least reach places that Amber herself could no longer reach at all in the cramped stall. He would then lovingly lather her up, his hands gliding over every curve, kneading her belly, lifting her heavy breasts, and washing beneath them, while the fat woman leaned against the wall and moaned with pleasure. Afterward, he dried her off—a long, intense ritual in which he didn’t miss a single gram or centimeter of her fattened body.

Chairs had become a real problem. She hadn’t attended a single lecture at the university in weeks. Seats with armrests were out of the question. Even the benches without backrests creaked menacingly under her weight, and she regularly took up two seats, which drew stares and, occasionally, comments.

At first, Amber had smiled confidently and told Carl that the world would just have to adapt. But at some point, it became too exhausting. She herself would have to adapt, but she didn’t mind that at all. Not much in the world was designed for people weighing nearly 270 kg, and she certainly wasn’t going to get any lighter in the future. Walking across campus, climbing stairs, sitting for long periods—it had all become a torment. Her waddling gait had become so wide and ponderous that she was already breathing heavily after just fifty meters. Her belly swung like a heavy pendulum in front of her. Her massive butt slapped loudly against itself with each step, its cheeks quivering.

Carl’s car had also reached its limits. The spacious station wagon he’d picked out especially for her had become quite cramped. Amber had to move the passenger seat all the way back and recline it almost flat. Even then, her hips spilled over the center console, her butt pressed against the gearshift knob, and her belly lay heavily on her thighs, reaching almost to the glove compartment. The door could only be closed with force and then pressed tightly against the fat on her hips. With every turn, she rolled a little closer to him, her soft flesh pressing against his arm, and she grinned at him every time he grew noticeably hard.

“Soon I won’t fit in here anymore,” she whispered during one of those drives, as she took his hand and pressed it deep into the soft roll of fat at her side. “And then? Will you leave me at home and only come over to feed me?”

Carl had looked at her, his eyes dark with arousal. “Then I’ll get a minivan. Or I’ll carry you. Whatever it takes. You’ll never be too fat for me.”

Those words had turned her on so much that she’d asked him to pull over. He’d fed her in a secluded parking lot—three large meals that she greedily devoured while he massaged her stomach and she moaned softly. Afterward, the car’s suspension had truly been tested to its absolute limit.

When her weight finally reached 268 kilos, they made the decision together. Amber enrolled in online courses. The university buildings, the chairs, the walkways—it had all become too much. She was too sluggish, too heavy, too content in her immobility. Carl supported her unconditionally. He helped her position the laptop on the nightstand so she could see it comfortably while lying or sitting in bed. He bought her an extra-sturdy, wider bed frame and a mattress that could support her weight without sagging right away.

None of these things were obstacles for the young, incredibly fat woman, nor were they a reason to stop getting fatter. Her growing immobility even turned her on in a way, just as becoming too fat for everything did. She had innocently sat down next to Carl on the bus, and when she sensed that he liked her curves, she’d taken it further and teased him a bit with her bulk. Things had continued at the university and in their apartments, but Amber never would have dreamed she’d fall so deeply in love with the young man—and, above all, with her own ever-expanding body.

On that special afternoon, when she was supposed to start her first online course, Amber had been naked since morning and had been eating almost nonstop. After getting up, she’d put on nothing but those huge panties—which were now way too tight—that slid deep between her massive butt cheeks and barely covered her love handles.

She had positioned the laptop in front of her and started the course. The instructor was talking about some topic in business administration—Amber was barely listening. Her thoughts revolved around Carl, around food, around the feeling of becoming even heavier, even wider, even more immobile.

When the doorbell rang, it took her a moment to get up. The bed creaked loudly. By now, Amber’s massive body needed quite a bit of momentum just to get up. She waddled to the door, every movement a heavy, jiggling spectacle. Her belly swung forward, her butt followed behind, and her massive breasts bounced. She opened the door just a crack, hid her naked body behind the frame, and let Carl in.

He was carrying two huge bags. The smell of burgers, fried chicken, fries, onion rings, and sweet milkshakes immediately filled the apartment. His gaze slid greedily over her as she closed the door and revealed herself fully to him.

“Fuck, Amber…,” he gasped. “You look like a goddess. So soft. So huge. You’re mega sexy.”

She grinned and was already panting slightly from the short walk to the door.

“Only thanks to your help. Thanks for bringing me some food before college. I’m taking my first online class right now. It’s actually going pretty well, but I miss you already.”

“Let’s enjoy this time, and I’ll stop by again tonight, sweetie.”

Amber nodded and waddled back into her bedroom, and Carl followed her. The sight of Amber’s back—her massive, jiggling ass, the deep rolls at her hips, and her belly spilling out on both sides—made it almost impossible for him to look away. In the bedroom, he helped her back onto the bed. She sat down heavily, and the mattress sank noticeably. Amber’s hips and thighs flowed toward the edges like sluggish, sticky dough.

Carl opened the first bag. Amber licked her lips; her blue eyes sparkled behind her glasses.

“Feed me,” she whispered. “Stuff me full!”

Carl took the first big burger and held it to her lips. Amber bit into it greedily, moaning loudly as the taste of meat, cheese, sauce, and soft bun filled her mouth. At the same time, Carl placed his free hand on her stomach, stroking the taut, warm skin and kneading the rolls on her sides. With every bite she took, he massaged harder, squeezing the soft fat between his fingers, feeling how the stomach beneath was already beginning to fill up and grow firmer.

“You’re so beautiful when you eat,” he murmured, kissing her neck as she chewed. “So hungry. So insatiable. I want to see you even fatter. 280. 300. I want you to eventually be unable to get up at all without my help.”

Amber swallowed and breathed heavily. Willingly and aroused, she opened her mouth for the next bite.

“Well then, let’s go… this won’t happen without hard work,” she said before the next bite filled her round cheeks.

He continued to feed her. One burger after another. Large handfuls of fries that he shoved directly into her mouth. Pieces of fried chicken that he dipped in sauce and placed between her lips. In between, he held the thick milkshake up to her mouth, and she slurped greedily.

Her belly grew visibly. Her skin glistened, and her stretch marks became more prominent. Amber moaned with every new bite.

Meanwhile, the online course continued. The instructor’s voice came through the speakers, discussing market analyses and corporate strategies. Amber was barely listening. Her entire attention was focused on the food, on Carl’s hands, both of which were now on her body—one massaging her plump belly in circular motions, the other kneading one of her heavy breasts.

They kissed between bites. Long, wet, and greedy kisses that left Amber gasping for air because her full stomach made it hard to breathe.

“More…,” Amber gasped as he brought the next burger to her mouth. “Stuff me full. I want to be so stuffed afterward that I can barely move. That I have to stay lying here while you keep feeding me all evening.”

Carl obeyed. He fed her systematically, lovingly, and relentlessly. The second bag was opened. More fries, more nuggets, another big burger—this time with extra cheese and bacon. Amber ate and ate; her breathing grew more labored. The stomach beneath Carl’s hand was now hard and round like a drum, her skin so taut it almost gleamed.

“Just look at you, sweetheart,” Carl whispered, running both hands over the plump balloon of her belly. “So full. So heavy. And this is just the beginning. Tonight I’ll order some more. And tomorrow morning. And the day after tomorrow. I’ll keep feeding you until you’re spilling out of this bed.”

Amber laughed breathlessly; the laughter made her full belly jiggle and a soft, contented gurgle sounded from within her.

“Promise me, Carl. Promise me that I’ll get much, much fatter. That someday I won’t be able to get up on my own anymore. That I’ll be here only for you and for getting fatter.”

“I promise,” he said firmly and kissed her again, deeply and slowly. His hands sank into her fat, kneading, squeezing, exploring every new softness. “You’ll be the fattest, most beautiful woman who has ever lived.”

Amber opened her mouth again for the next bite. The burger was huge, juicy, and piled high with dripping meat and thick sauce. She bit into it, chewed with relish, swallowed, and leaned back more heavily against the pillows. The laptop continued to show the lecturer. Amber heard her words as if from far away. All that mattered was the heavy, warm feeling in her belly, her feeder’s hands on her body, and the certain knowledge that she would keep growing—day by day, kilo by kilo.

Carl held out the next handful of fries to her. She ate them one by one and moaned softly as he massaged her belly and occasionally pressed a kiss against her taut skin.

They kissed on the mouth once more, slowly and deeply, as Amber swallowed the last bite of the burger. Then she opened her mouth again and waited for the next bite, her eyes half-closed with pleasure and excitement.

The online class continued without the young, overweight woman paying much attention to it, and she received the next delicious burger from her feeder, one that would make her even fatter and rounder.