A second try (Reward) (Patreon)

(USSBBW, Feederism, Feeding, Stuffing, POV)I had never really stopped thinking about her. Even after all those years since she’d disappeared from my life, she kept popping into my thoughts, especially at night when I was lying there alone. The memories of her body—which was already soft and curvy back then—never let me go. However, that was only because of my particular preferences when it came to women’s bodies. Everything else about our relationship and her personality had been so wonderful that I still missed both of them every day. She’d weighed about eighty-five kilos back then—chubby and soft in all the right places—and I’d loved it. Wide hips, a big butt full of cellulite that just jiggled beautifully when she walked. Plus, such lovely, plump, round arms, wonderful, heavy tits, and a luscious belly that had spilled over her waistband in a soft roll. Incredibly cute and feminine—and a real feast for the eyes for a crazy fat lover like me. The breakup had really devastated me back then, and even though I’d convinced myself I was over it, deep down I knew that had never been entirely true.

When she actually sent me a message after such a long time, I just froze in front of the screen. At first, I couldn’t believe it. She’d dared to do what I’d been planning to do for so long but had never actually done.

She apologized at length for everything that had gone wrong back then—for the way she’d walked out on me, and for never really explaining to me why. We exchanged a few messages, cautiously at first and then more and more openly. I had no idea what she looked like now or what she was doing these days, and she didn’t mention any of that either. But the desire to see her again was instantly stronger than any sense of reason. I agreed to meet her, and somewhere deep inside me, a faint hope began to grow that maybe we could make a fresh start, despite all the years that had passed.

She invited me to her place. When I stood at her door and rang the bell, my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it thumping in my ears. The door opened, and for a moment I couldn’t say a word. There she stood, in all her glory, beaming at me.

Weighing over three hundred kilos, I estimated. An extreme pear shape, whose body had changed in a way that surpassed anything I’d ever imagined in my wildest fantasies. She was the flesh-and-blood embodiment of even my most outrageous, wet dreams.

Her face was still recognizable as the one from before—the sweet face I’d fallen in love with—but now with significantly more fat on it and a pronounced double chin. Her body had become a monumental, soft landscape of flesh and curves. Her hips and ass stretched so far out to the sides that they more than filled the doorway. Her thighs had grown into veritable tree trunks—thick, plump, and so massive that, with all the rolls and folds hanging down from them, they got in each other’s way. Between these colossal legs, her belly hung down—a heavy, soft mass of fat that reached almost to her fat-encrusted knees and draped over her thighs in soft folds. Her tits had become enormous—two huge, heavy spheres resting low on her upper belly, swaying and jiggling slightly with every movement. She was wearing a tight, dark dress that hugged her body rather than actually covering it, and I could see how the fabric was stretched quite tightly over her extreme curves.

She smiled a little uncertainly, even though her eyes were clearly sparkling with joy at seeing me again, and said softly, “Hello… I know I look different.”

I stared at her, unable to speak, simply marveling in awe, as if I were seeing an angel standing right in front of me.This was more than I’d ever dared to hope for—far more. She was extremely overweight, and it was clear that her weight was already causing her difficulties. When she took a step back to let me in, she moved slowly and with great effort. Her colossal tree-trunk legs made every step an effort, and she had to brace herself briefly against the doorframe before waddling further into the apartment. Her thighs rubbed audibly against each other, and her heavy belly swayed back and forth with every movement. It was a magnificent sight to see her squeeze those grotesquely swollen legs past one another, and to watch her gigantic butt cheeks tremble and jiggle up and down as she did so.

We finally sat down in the living room, and even those few meters through the beautiful, spacious apartment had her panting and gasping for breath.

She let herself fall onto the wide couch, and her body immediately spread out in all directions. Her butt and hips covered the entire seat, her thick thighs spilled over the edges, and her belly rested heavily between her legs. Her apron of fat hung almost to the floor. She talked a little about the past, apologized once more, and I listened while my eyes kept wandering over her body. Every fold, every soft curve, every massive contour drew my gaze like a magnet.

Finally, she ordered food for us. Of course, it was an enormous amount, and it came as no surprise—after all, you had to eat your way through that massive body somehow.

Pizza, burgers, fries, dessert—all in large quantities. When the food arrived and was set on the low table in front of the couch, she began to eat, and she clearly enjoyed stuffing herself right in front of me. She knew exactly how much I’d used to like that, and now, in this extreme form, it was even more intense. She took big bites, chewing slowly and with relish, and I watched as her thick fingers wrapped around the burgers, as grease and sauce glistened on her lips, and as her heavy tits rose and fell slightly with every movement. She ate and ate, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. The more she shoveled into her mouth, the more aroused she became—and so did I. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing grew a little heavier, and she kept glancing at me with a look that made it clear she knew what this was doing to me.

“You’re still looking at me like that,” she murmured at some point, her voice a little hoarse.

“Just like before… only now I’m so much more.” She placed her hand on her heavy belly and slowly stroked it, letting her fingers glide into the soft folds.

“Do you like that? Do you like how fat I’ve gotten?”

I could only nod and reply hoarsely that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. That seemed to excite her even more. She kept eating, taking even more and really stuffing herself. I watched as her belly expanded even further, growing heavier and rounder, and sagging even lower between her massive thighs. By now, her arousal was impossible to miss. She shifted restlessly back and forth on the couch—as far as her weight would allow—and her thick thighs rubbed against each other. Her entire, colossal ass jiggled violently as she did so.

Finally, she set the food aside, looked me straight in the eye, and said softly and seductively, “I want you to see me. Really see me. After all this time and with so much hot fat, I want you to want me just as much. Look at what I’ve done to my body.”With some effort and visible strain on her tree-trunk legs and heavy body, she pushed herself forward slightly and began to take off the dress. When the garment finally slid over her head and massive shoulders and fell to the floor, she sat completely naked in front of me.

I just kept staring at her, hardly able to believe my luck. Her body, in all its wonderful extremity, was breathtaking. That endless, overflowing femininity and that stunning pear shape. Her ass and hips covered the entire couch; her thick, soft buttocks spilled over the edges, forming deep folds where they met the upholstery and cushions. Her thighs were so massive and flabby that they barely left any space between them, and yet her heavy belly still hung down between them as a thick, soft mass of fat, almost reaching the floor. Her tits were massive—two huge, heavy, full breasts that hung low and rested on the upper part of her belly; the nipples were sweet and small, but the areolas had been stretched and enlarged by the growth of the breasts. The buds in the midst of the fat, soft mounds were already hard with arousal. All over her body there were soft rolls and folds—places where the fat layered upon itself—and I wanted to touch, kiss, and worship every single one of them.

She was breathing heavily and looked at me with a gaze full of arousal and a certain vulnerability.

“Find me hot. Love me like this,” she whispered. “Find my body sexy. Please. I need this… I need you to look at me like this. I love being this fat for you.”

I slid closer and placed my hands on her massive thighs. Her skin was warm and incredibly soft, and I could feel the flesh yielding beneath my fingers. I slowly stroked upward, over her thick hips, toward her heavy belly, and let my hands slide deep into the soft folds. She let out a soft moan as I did so, and her legs twitched slightly.

“You’re so damn sexy,” I said hoarsely. “Your whole body… those hips, that ass, that belly… I’ve never stopped dreaming about it. And now it really is like a dream. You’ve gotten so unbelievably fat.”

She reached for the food still on the table and pushed a plate toward me.

“Feed me, please,” she begged. “Please. I want you to feed me while you look at me like that. Make me get even bigger, even heavier.”

I was only too happy to do it. I took a burger, held it to her lips, and watched as she opened her mouth and took a big bite. While she chewed, I kept running my hands over her body—over her heavy tits, which I lifted and felt the weight of in my hands; over her belly, which I gently squeezed and kneaded. She ate whatever I fed her—bite by bite—and with every passing second, she grew even hornier.

Her eyes were half-closed, her breathing quickened, and she moaned softly when my hands touched particularly sensitive spots.

I fed her French fries, slipping them one by one into her mouth, and she accepted everything greedily and with relish. Between bites, I kissed her belly, letting my lips wander over the soft folds and pressing my face into the warm, yielding flesh. She moaned louder and reached for my head to pull me closer.

“Yes… just like that… look at me while I eat… feel how fat I already am…”

Her arousal intensified with every passing moment. I saw moisture forming between her massive thighs, and when I let a hand glide down there, I found her hot and wet. She gasped as my fingers touched her, and her thick legs twitched. I continued to feed her while caressing her, and she seemed to sink into a state of intense arousal, fueled only by the fact that I was gazing at and touching her extremely fat body so greedily and admiringly.

At some point, the food had been pushed aside for the time being, and I was between her tree-trunk legs, kissing and licking and caressing her while she lay heavy and panting on the couch. Her body was a monumental, soft mass of quivering fat.

She lay there, out of breath and content, looking at me with a smile that was both exhausted and hopeful. “Are you staying?” she asked softly. “I want… I want this again. You. Us. I’m sorry for what happened. I’ll never let you down again. I just want to be happy with you and get even… much fatter.”

I ran my hand over her heavy belly and kissed her. “I don’t want anything else either,” I replied. “You’re exactly what I’ve always dreamed of. And even more.”