Beyond every limit (3/3) (Patreon)

(BBW, SSBBW, USSBBW, WG, XWG, Force Feeding, Hardcore Feeding)A true feederSarah sat naked in front of her gaming PC, her wide, muscular thighs spread wide apart to make enough room for her huge, sagging belly. Three years had passed since she first met Thomas. Three years in which her life had completely changed—exactly as she had always dreamed it would in her deepest, most forbidden fantasies.

She was no longer the cautious streamer who only showed her face. Her facecam had been turned off for over two years. Her viewers now only saw her screen, heard her voice, and occasionally caught a laugh or a cheerful comment. No one had any idea that the sweet, somewhat curvy Sarah of the past had now become a 270-kilogram, soft, jiggly Feedee—and was still getting fatter every day. For a long time, it had been somewhat alluring to show only her face and imagine what her fans might have said about the monstrous fat deposits on her body if they’d realized what awaited them outside the frame of the streams. At some point, however, it had become impossible to hide, and as Sarah had continued to gain weight and had allowed Thomas to fatten her up with complete devotion and without conditions, footage of her had been completely removed.

Sarah’s body had changed dramatically. Her pear-shaped figure had become an extreme, exaggerated version of itself. Her hips were so wide that they hung down on either side of the gaming chair, whose armrests Thomas had removed months ago. Her colossal ass bulged backward and to the sides, spilling over the seat—soft masses of fat that wobbled and trembled with every slight movement. Sarah’s belly—a massive, sagging sack divided into several thick rolls—rested heavily on her thighs and even bulged a bit beyond them. At the same time, it flowed like sluggish dough between the young woman’s tree-trunk thighs and dangled down from the front edge of the seat. Would this belly ever reach the floor if she sat like this? The thought turned Sarah on incredibly, but she’d probably have to gain quite a bit more weight for that to happen. But by the time she weighed that much, sitting in this chair would likely have become obsolete long ago—which excited the fat Feedee even more.Sarah’s dependence was growing stronger and stronger. She didn’t just need Thomas emotionally and sexually—she needed him to move. When she wanted to stand up, he usually helped her. When she wanted to shower, he helped her into the extra-large shower and washed her massive body. The feeling of this complete dependence aroused her immensely.

The young woman was stuffing a handful of chips into her mouth while operating the controller with her other hand. Her sausage fingers quickly grabbed the gamepad again as she chewed with her cheeks full. Next to her on the small table were already two empty donut boxes and the wrappers from many other sweet or salty snacks. Crumbs stuck to her soft, plump breasts, which now filled a generous H-cup and rested heavily on the upper part of her stomach. She chewed loudly, moaned softly with delight, and felt her stomach already building up pressure again. This was her new normal: always full, always a little over the limit, always a bit painfully horny. All the snacks she stuffed into her mouth while gaming were piled on top of a stomach that was already completely overloaded from every regular meal, filled to the breaking point.

“Yes… one more kill,” she murmured into her headset, laughed softly, and immediately shoveled the next donut—from a new box—into her mouth. Her cheeks were round and full, her double chin clearly visible when she lowered her head.

The door to the living room opened. Thomas walked in. Tall, confident, with that calm, commanding smile that always made Sarah’s mouth water instantly. In one hand, he carried a large container—holding several liters—of thick weight-gain shake—creamy, high-calorie, mixed especially for her. In his other hand was a large plastic syringe with a long, flexible tube.

Sarah’s heart immediately began to race. She hurriedly ended the game without saying goodbye to her teammates and clicked “Leave Match.” With a deep, greedy sigh, she braced her chubby arms on her thighs and hoisted herself up. It had become quite an effort for the enormously obese woman. Her massive body wobbled for a moment; her belly slapped heavily against her thighs as she straightened up. It hung down to just above her knees, which were completely buried in rolls of fat. She slowly waddled toward Thomas, her enormous hips quivering with every step, her thick buttocks slapping softly against each other. They rose and fell alternately with each of Sarah’s small steps, and everything about her body moved in a glorious dance. Her fat billowed and jiggled in endless waves.

She stopped in the middle of the room, her legs slightly apart so that her massive thighs wouldn’t get in each other’s way. The massive apron of fat hung in front of her, still swaying sluggishly a little as the young woman stood. She presented herself to him. Naked. Open. Willing. Hungry.

Thomas set down the container and the syringe and stepped close to her. His hands immediately rested on her belly. He lifted it slightly, then let it fall heavily back down so that it slapped against her thighs. Sarah moaned loudly, and her naked, fat tits jiggled along with the movement, while her nipples hardened, showing just how incredibly turned on she was when her strict, hard feeder examined her body.

“Just look at you,” he murmured contentedly, running both hands over her wide, soft hips.

“270 kilos. And you’re going to get much, much fatter, aren’t you?”

“Yes…,” Sarah breathed, her eyes half-closed with excitement.

“For you. Always fatter for you.”

His fingers dug deep into the soft fat on her hips, kneading and jiggling it. Then his hands wandered back to her ass. Thomas’s arms weren’t long enough to wrap all the way around her—Sarah’s lower body was far too massive for that. He grabbed the colossal cheeks where he could reach, lifted them slightly, and let them fall again. The loud slapping and jiggling made Sarah’s knees go weak. She loved it when he examined and touched her like that—like a piece of meat, like his personal fattening project. It wasn’t for every woman, but for a submissive and eager feedee like Sarah, there was nothing more erotic than being taken possession of and made fatter and fatter according to her feeder’s wishes. His lips touched her neck, then slowly kissed their way down over her double chin, over her heavy breasts, until he finally knelt before her belly and kissed it extensively. Long, wet kisses on the taut, taut, yet still jiggly, soft skin marked by stretch marks. It was incredible to feel the hardness of an overfilled stomach beneath an otherwise delicate layer of fat.

“You’re just perfect,” he whispered against her navel.

“My fat, obedient little piggy. There’s just one thing wrong.”“What is it?” Sarah asked, a little worried.“You’re still way too skinny.”

Sarah trembled with lust. Her nipples were rock-hard, and it was already getting wet between her massive thighs. The feeling of being nothing more than his object—existing only to eat, grow, and be used—made her indescribably horny.

Thomas sat up and pointed to the big couch. “Sit down.”

Sarah waddled obediently over. The sofa groaned loudly as she sank onto it. Her ass spilled over the cushions in every direction; her belly lay like a giant sack on her lap and dangled between her thighs.

Thomas took the container and filled the large syringe completely with the thick, light-brown shake. The tube was long and flexible.

Sarah willingly opened her mouth, her eyes shining with anticipation. Thomas pushed the tube deep into her throat, further and further, until she felt it slide into her stomach. She gagged briefly, but then relaxed. She could no longer speak. Only soft, nasal sounds came from her throat. Sarah’s breathing quickened and her arousal continued to rise as she waited, with that sick, perverse tube in her throat, for her feeder to continue his work.

Then, finally, Thomas began pumping into her by pressing down on the plunger of the large syringe.

The first gush of the cold, thick shake flowed directly into her already full stomach. Sarah moaned loudly around the tube. The sensation was overwhelming—this slow, unstoppable inflation. She felt her belly stretching, the existing fullness increasing even further. Her hands immediately rested on her growing belly and massaged it in circular motions. It was indescribable how much it turned her on to feel the already bulging sack growing even larger beneath the layer of fat.

“Good girl,” Thomas said calmly, continuing to pump. “Take it all in. Today you’re going to set a new record.”

Sarah’s eyes rolled back. The pleasure was almost too much. Every pump sent waves of arousal through her body. Her belly grew visibly, becoming rounder, and the plump sphere of her stomach pushed its way more and more visibly out of the fat on her upper abdomen. Her skin stretched tighter and tighter. After the first liter, her stomach began to really ache—that wonderful, deep, full ache that she loved so much. Sarah massaged harder, trying to distribute the shake with her movements to make even more room.

Thomas kept pumping relentlessly. Two liters. Three liters.

Sarah’s belly was now a huge, plump sphere. It was a grotesque and wonderful sight, the gigantic stomach protruding from the otherwise flabby apron of fat on this quarter-ton pear. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead, and the moaning around the thick tube grew deeper and more animalistic. Meanwhile, between her legs, it was dripping onto the sofa. Sarah had never been so wet and horny.

“More,” Thomas whispered. “You can do it, my darling. For me.”

The fourth liter flowed into her. Sarah’s belly was at its absolute limit. Her skin was taut and glistening, every vein visible. She gasped and moaned around the tube, her eyes glazed over with ecstasy. Thomas pumped the last bit in until the large syringe was finally empty. Nearly five liters of pure weight-gain shake in one go, forced into her already bulging monster belly.

He slowly pulled the tube out of his willing feedee. Sarah coughed briefly, then slumped backward, completely exhausted, trying to give her belly as much room as possible while gently feeling it with her fingertips. Her belly was monstrous. It lay on her lap like a heavy, bulging drum, so full that she could barely breathe. Every little movement sent painful but wonderful waves through her body.

Thomas knelt in front of her again and kissed her overstretched belly. Long, tender kisses on the tightest spot. His tongue licked over the hot, taut skin.

“Such a good, fat girl,” he praised her. “Just look how huge you’ve become.”

Sarah was panting heavily, her hands still on her belly.

“I… I love you… so much…,” she managed to say with difficulty. Her voice was hoarse with arousal and fullness.

Thomas smiled. “Once you can get back up, we’ll start with sex as a reward. I want to use you while your belly is this full. And after that, we’ll have the appetizer for dinner. Today we’re having another six big servings of pasta with extra cream sauce and cheese. Plus two whole cheesecakes for dessert.”Thomas ran his hand over her grotesquely protruding belly and grabbed the large, plump breasts resting on it. Then he looked down at her colossal legs and gigantic hips, which were well on their way to covering the entire sofa.“Do you know what I’m planning next?” he asked quietly.

Sarah looked at him with glassy, lustful eyes.

“I want to make you so fat someday that you’ll never leave the house. Just stay right here. My personal, gigantic fattening pig. 400 kilos. Maybe even more.”

Sarah let out a deep, long moan. The thought alone almost made her come, without him even touching her down there.

“Yes…,” she whispered hoarsely with lust. “Make me that way… please… I don’t want to be anything else. I want to get so much fatter for you.”

Thomas smiled and kissed her long and deeply.

“Then let’s get back to it. There’s still a lot to do.”

Even leaning forward slightly to kiss her feeder was almost too much for Sarah’s poor, fattened, and completely overfilled body. She moaned loudly at the mere thought of gaining even more weight, though she no longer knew which sensation came from her fat body, her gigantic, bloated stomach, or her mind clouded by arousal. Everything merged into a perfect vortex that was now her life. The pain in her stomach mingled with pure, submissive pleasure. She was exactly where she wanted to be: helpless, dependent, unbelievably fat, and still growing. Every limit she or her body had ever known had been shattered by her powerful feeder.