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“Bryce, honey, you're doing so good! Not much farther…” Sophie told her boyfriend. She knew she was pushing him, but she also knew it was going to be worth it, and she planned to reward him well. She severely underestimated just how hard and long their seemingly short excursion out was going to be.
They entered the ice cream shop exactly one hour before they closed. Bryce grunted, nodded, and waited for Sophie to open the door for him to waddle through, as he was breathing hard by the time they reached the store. Her breath hitched when she saw the bottom of his large belly peeking out below his shirt, hanging low and heavy. She could not wait to bite that hunk of flesh after they got home from their night out.
Sophie chose Sweet Cheeks Ice Cream and Confections because they had booth-like seating around the perimeter of the shop where she could pull the table out away so that her fat boyfriend’s wide ass could sit comfortably. He eased himself down, ignoring the older couple staring at him as they walked in. Sophie adjusted the table to make sure he was comfortable and rubbed his shoulder. She pulled her water bottle out of her bag and handed it to Bryce. He gulped the water so fast it dribbled down the side of his mouth and along his double chins onto his shirt.
“You did so good, Brycee! I know you're hungry and tired. You worked up quite the appetite!” She told him as she wiped his mouth and kissed him on his rosy, chubby cheek before leaving him to order.
“Make sure… you get… the biggest one they have. And get an extra waffle bowl so I can use it for dipping,” Bryce told her as he wiped his forehead with a napkin.
"Already planned on it. I know what you like!" she winked.
He took some slow breaths in and out, and after his heart stopped pounding so hard, he pulled out his phone to kill time.
As he waited for Sophie to bring them their ice cream sundaes, he tried to remember the last time they went out in public together. He figured it had to be at least three or four months ago. It was easy to forget how much bigger he was than other “average sized” people until he was face to face with them. And judging by the older couple’s stares, he estimated he was easily double their size added together. He smiled at the couple while he adjusted his hips to allow his belly to spread out. The table wobbled in front of him as he could not help but bump it when he moved.
The woman awkwardly smiled back and quickly turned away to spoon some of her ice cream from a waffle cone. The man leaned around his wife and looked him over head to toe, his narrow dark eyes zeroing in on Bryce’s impressively wide midsection pushing up against the table. Bryce shrugged and pulled his sweat-soaked T-shirt down in a futile attempt to cover the three inches of his exposed belly. He also tried to loosen the tight waist band of his sweatpants to no avail because he remembered he had pulled the drawstring out over a week ago. He honestly did not know how much longer he was going to be able to wear them.
Sophie and Bryce finished dinner a little over two hours ago, and after four years of living together, she knew when her super-sized boyfriend wanted/needed something sweet to eat. For the last two months Bryce’s after dinner snacking has become out of control. She noticed the time between dinner and his first snack of the evening was getting closer each day. It didn't matter how big of a dinner she made, within two hours he was digging in the pantry like an overstuffed raccoon searching for whatever he could find to shovel down his gullet.
Sophie watched in earnest, but never said anything. Instead, she tried to make sure they were fully stocked with plenty of snacks to last at least a week. She knew it was wrong to enable and encourage him, but she couldn't help it. Plus, by the time his second snack time rolled around, he let her choose the treat, and he let her feed him. What person in their right mind would say no to that? Not her!
She would get so turned on watching him stuff himself every night that she would wonder just how huge he could become. As long as he let her, she would make it her mission that he would never go to bed hungry. She loved rubbing and soothing his full gut until he drifted off to sleep, continuing to trace his stretch marks and draw figure eights onto his wide belly with her cool fingers until she would then drift off to sleep. One night, she straddled and fucked him while she watched him eat an entire container of mini cream puffs. It was the hottest thing she ever was a part of, not to mention best sex they ever had, and she could not wait to do that again.
What they did in the privacy of their home was their business, not anyone else's.
She is well aware that she was a main contributor to her boyfriend’s massive weight gain in the last four years. Did it turn her on to stuff just a little more food into him before they turned in for the night?
Maybe.
Maybe it also turned her on knowing she was the main reason that he started gaining the most weight he had gained in the last two months. She loved watching his body grow larger and new stretch marks appear out of nowhere. She especially loved how his cheeks have recently gotten even more fuller and rounder than they usually are. If you googled moon face, she was pretty confident Bryce’s fat face would appear. She did not realize just how much that added weight was affecting his mobility. Neither did Bryce.
Until tonight, that is.
This past weekend, they, or he, had finished all the chips, cookies, and snack cakes they had in the pantry and the freezer that were supposed to last a week in a mere four days. Sophie planned to hit the grocery store tomorrow after she got off from work. That meant for this evening they either had to go without snacks for one night, DoorDash something in, or they could just go out and get something to eat together.
Sophie knew the going without was definitely NOT an option.
Not realizing what an undertaking this trip was going to end up being, Sophie convinced Bryce to go out with her. This was going to be the first time in over four months Bryce left their apartment. The attention they would inevitably receive when they did go out started to take its toll on him. And after that last night out, he has chosen to stay home.
The staring never bothered him.
He was used to that seeing as he was always the fattest kid in school and in college. That last time they went out, a group of people did not even try to hide the fact that they were taking photos, laughing, and recording him as he made his way to their table. To Sophie, they crossed a line and her cheeks burned in anger. Bryce grabbed her hand and told her to ignore them. But she could not ignore them. Even though Bryce attempted to stop her, Sophie confronted the assholes, and even got them kicked out of the restaurant. They ate their meal in silence, got their dessert to go, and endured a very long and quiet drive home. It was just a lot to take in.
He was just a lot.
And he was even bigger now than he was four months ago. As if she was reading his mind, Sophie assured him that there wouldn't be too many people there on a Tuesday evening right before the store closed. She also told him she would personally make sure that everything would be fine, and if people happened to laugh or stare, she promised to ignore them. Instead, she promised to shower him with multiple kisses to show them how much she loved him and that in no way whatsoever could she ever be embarrassed by the size of him.
She loved his size.
In fact, she had confessed multiple times her ultimate fantasy was for him to continue to grow so fat for her that he would be immobile at some point and be completely dependent on her for everything.
Bryce knew Sophie would never put him in a situation where he was uncomfortable. She would either visit the restaurants they wanted to dine in ahead of time so that she could make sure it was fat friendly, or she would call ahead and request a table in a corner. He also knew she had this obsession to show him off, as if to tell the world, yes, he is super fat, and fuck you all who don’t think he is the most handsome man in the world!
He scratched the stubble on his double chin and heaved himself off the couch to change into a clean shirt. Sophie always could make him feel better about himself, and when he was with her, he could almost forget that he was, at their last weigh-in a week ago, a staggering 623 lbs. They both had no idea he had reached the 600 lb threshold, but the way he had been constantly snacking, it really should not have been that much of a surprise.
Sophie came back to the table carrying a tray with Bryce’s super-sized ice cream sundae complete with plenty of whipped cream, peanuts, and five cherries on top, and a single ice cream scoop in a waffle bowl for herself. The young kid behind the counter followed her with two bottles of water and a root beer float for them to share. He did not seem bothered by Bryce's size at all.
"Enjoy folks," he told them before retreating to his place behind the register.
Three bites in, she noticed the older couple staring at them.
“Uh, babe?” she asked after seductively licking her spoon.
“Yeah?” Bryce said without looking up, savoring the warm caramel sauce drizzled alongside the hot fudge and strawberry topping. He already finished one large scoop of the five that made up the sundae. Sophie loved watching him enjoy his food, and tonight he looked like a big, fat kid enjoying his ice cream.
A 600 lb fat kid, but a fat kid just the same.
Sophie leaned across the small table, her ample bosom squeezing together to emphasize the cleavage Bryce loved, and whispered, “You look so unbelievably humongous here, babe. Look how your big belly is practically overtaking this tiny table here. See that couple staring at us? I bet they’ve never seen anyone as big as you before.” Bryce licked his lips and glanced up from his sundae long enough to look at the couple again. Some hot fudge pooled at the corner of his mouth. Sophie reached over the table, licked her finger, and wiped the chocolate from his mouth, her eyes dilating with arousal. When the staring was harmless like this was, they liked to play his size up even more.
“I don’t suppose they have. Maybe they'd like a show?” Sophie nodded. Her chair made a loud scraping sound as she moved it back so that she could pull the table closer to her to make room for him to accentuate his gut. He leaned back to pat as much of his grand belly he could before diving back in to finish his sundae.
“God, you look so fucking hot right now.” Bryce’s loud, booming laugh startled the young kid behind the counter.
“Can I get you folks anything else before we close?” he asked as he wiped down the counter.
“Yeah, actually,” Bryce said after clearing his throat. His eyes appeared to twinkle before he winked at his girlfriend to call out their order. “Could we get one of those ice cream cakes to go? Peanut butter fudge if you have it. Um, five pounds of the salted caramel fudge, two pounds of S’mores, and one pound of the chocolate covered Oreos with sprinkles, please. Oh! And a bag of those candied almonds and a large bag of kettle corn. Better make those two bags, if you have it." Sophie grinned, eyes wide. She secretly hoped they were going to bring some goodies home. Bryce smiled at the couple, took a long swig of the root beer float while Sophie hopped up to pay for their treats.
The older man mumbled Disgusting! before the couple quickly exited the ice cream shop. The kid laughed.
"Coming right up!"
After Sophie pulled into their driveway, she turned to face Bryce. “You doing okay, babe?” she asked, rubbing his arm.
He looked beyond uncomfortable. And fat. He looked so very, very fat.
He sat turned to the side facing Sophie so that his massive gut could settle into the space between them. He needed to lean in as far as he could into the driver side so that they could shut the door, and then he could sit back up with his right hip shoved up against the passenger door. He rested his left arm between his and Sophie's seat because of the way he was positioned. His shirt had ridden up while he lifted and scooted himself in, and it was then she noticed the hole in the center seam of his well-worn sweatpants. The fat roll straining against the tight, thinning fabric looked like it was gonna bust that seam at any moment.
Sophie's mouth went dry. Bryce had outgrown his clothes.
Correction: Bryce had outgrown his clothes again.
“I’ve been better,” he huffed. “And I'll be a helluva lot better once you open the door so I can slide my fat ass out. I'm really starting to cramp up here, Soph. And the gear shift is digging into me bad.” Sophie nodded and hopped out. She had never seen him look so big, and it was all she could do not to fuck him right there in their truck. He quite literally filled every last bit of space that made up the passenger side of the vehicle, and yet he could not help his massive belly spilling into Sophie's space. She wondered for a brief moment how they would have driven home if they couldn’t squeeze him in there. She was so turned on by what she was seeing she actually felt lightheaded. She swallowed hard and took in the site before her for one more minute before she exited the driver's side and opened the passenger door. Bryce grunted in relief as soon the door opened.
“We, uh, may have to think about getting a bigger vehicle. One with more, uh, legroom? What do you think?” she asked, her eyes transfixed on watching him struggle to get himself out. Every groan caused his fat rolls to jiggle in waves as he slowly squeezed his way out of the car. It took longer this time to get out because of how heavy his overstuffed belly felt. For a moment, Sophie actually thought he may be stuck, but after belching loud and long, his stomach shifted and he was able to turn himself around letting gravity do most of the work.
“Maybe,” he groused, taking a moment to catch his breath before sliding completely out of the vehicle. “No offense, but the last thing I want to do is squeeze back into this sardine can,” he breathed. Sophie held her hand out and Bryce took a hold for balance only. He took a deep breath, stretched and arched his back before he slowly waddled the short walk up to the front door. Sophie watched his wide hips and soft ass sway from side to side, her belly doing flip-flops just like the first time she saw him four years ago.
By the time Sophie put away their bounty of treats, Bryce was comfortably settled into his recliner with his legs raised and belly resting on his thick thighs. He reached as far as he could and absentmindedly scratched the sides of his swollen gut while he scrolled through the guide to find something to watch. Sophie handed him a bag of popcorn, set a can of soda down on the end table, and joined him on the attached sectional. She laid her head against his belly. He played with her hair and tucked a piece behind her ear before he traced the outline of her face from her ear to her jaw with his fat fingers. She heard him open the bag and begin to munch on the kettle corn.
“I’m sorry about tonight, babe. I knew it'd been awhile since you've been out and I just thought it'd be fun. I never meant to overexert you, or anything,” she said sadly.
“It was fun! The trip there and back? Not so much. But I loved going out with you. You are right, though,” he said between mouthfuls of popcorn.
“About what?” She rolled onto her belly, propping herself up on his soft mountain of a belly. He ate another handful, swallowed, and reached for his soda.
“We definitely need a bigger vehicle. I really don't think I'll be able to get in there again. For a minute, I thought I was actually gonna get stuck.” Sophie felt herself get wet just at the thought of him trying to get back into the car. She slid her finger into the hole in his sweatpants, and pushed her finger deep into his soft flesh.
“I think we may need bigger pants, too. Why didn't you tell me these were getting tight, babe? I mean, you're about ready to burst through these like a tube of Pillsbury biscuits.”
“I don't know. I honestly don't know what's been happening. I just can't seem to feel full lately. I'm always hungry and thinking about when I can have my next meal or snack. I know I've been eating non-stop these last few weeks, and, as a result… Well, you can see the results,” he said, pulling his hand out of the half-eaten bag of popcorn to pat his gut. Sophie sat up and pulled on his shirt.
“Shirt too tight, too, huh?” She knew it was, but loved hearing him tell her.
“Soph? Everything is tight. Everything! What if I can't stop eating? What are we going to do? ” Sophie sat up and Bryce lifted his heavy arm up so that she could snuggle into him.
“Well…” she paused to slide her hand up under his tight shirt. She walked her fingers along his wide midsection. “First things first. New clothes. We need to get you some new clothes.”
“Yeah. That's probably a good idea,” he said quietly. “I never in a million years thought I would grow out of 9XL shirts. I think I'm going to need at least an 11XL to cover all this.” Sophie gulped and closed her eyes. The fat man of her dreams is becoming even fatter, and somehow becoming even more sexy the fatter he gets. “What are we gonna do, Soph?” he asked again.
“Um, I think we need to take this small shirt off. Now, please,” she squeaked. She needed to get her hands on his mountain of a body immediately, or she thought she may actually self-combust. She grabbed the bag of popcorn and tossed it aside as Bryce wiggled his ass up. He raised his arms so that Sophie could take off his shirt. She watched his moobs and his fat rolls jiggle with every movement he made.
After four years together, Bryce knew exactly what turned her on, and so he lifted his heavy belly and let it drop on his thighs. He then placed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and waited for Sophie to worship the massive belly he grew just for her pleasure and enjoyment. He knew he was her very own personal playground, and he loved every ounce of attention she doted on him.
She grabbed handfuls of soft flesh and gently squeezed him. “Oh my God, Bryce. I can't believe how fat you've gotten. You’ve gotten sooo big, and getting bigger by the day,” she cooed. Bryce moaned when Sophie began kissing his soft chest while she massaged the rolls that sat on top of his belly. It was like she was taking a complete inventory of just how large he has grown these last few months. She sucked on one of his hard nipples and marveled at how full and soft his tits were.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“Tell you what,” she teased between tender bites and kisses. Just like he devoured that super-sized ice cream sundae, Sophie wanted to devour her super-sized boyfriend.
“Tell me how much bigger you want me to get. Please, Sophie. I need you to tell me you want me fatter…”
“I do. I do, Bryce. I want you sooo much fatter. I can’t tell you how hot it was for me to see all of your massiveness getting almost stuck! You literally outgrew our car, babe, and that is the sexiest Goddamned thing I have ever seen in my life!”
“You think I’m massive?” he teased. He loved it when she called him any descriptions commenting on his size. After years of his friends and family telling him he was getting to be too big, here was his Sophie practically begging for him to get even bigger. “If you thought that was sexy, wait until you see how I can no longer fit through the closet door,” he panted. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get a bruise from squeezing myself out of there this evening.” Bryce laughed and pointed to the side of his gut.
“What?” she choked. “Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore.”
“Oh, my God! You have to show me!” she gasped.
“Later. I promise. When we’re done. Unless… are we done?” She immediately pressed her warm wet lips against the bruise beginning to form. Bryce moaned and Sophie did not know if it was from pleasure or pain.
“We are so not done, my big fat humongous boy!” Sophie grinned and went back to playing with her so-very fat boyfriend. She next stuck her fingers into the hole in his pants and with very little effort, pulled his pants apart, allowing his fat to spill out of their tight constraints. Bryce moaned again, louder this time. “How's that feel, baby? Better now that all that fat is free?” she breathed.
“Oh, God, yes! Touch me, Soph. Show me how much you love my fat body…” Bryce lifted his heavy belly and Sophie greedily bit him along his underbelly, humming during every soft nibble. She continued giving him little love bites all around his humongous belly, knowing exactly where his sensitive areas were. Sophie knew from experience his cock had to be hard and ready for some attention of its own. She also knew it was killing him, forcing him to wait for her to make her way down to touch him. The only thing he could do was wait and hold up his heavy belly for her.
“Suck me, Soph? Please? I need to feel your warm mouth on me.”
“My, my, my. Aren't you the greedy one tonight! Now, slide that fat ass down a little and spread those thicc thighs for me, babe,” she commanded. Sophie moved to the floor and watched Bryce’s waves of fat cascade as he adjusted himself. He knew what his job was.
“Do you have any idea how strong you are to have to hold all of this up for me? Jesus, Bryce! Your body is beyond fucking amazing…” Sophie licked her lips and tickled his fupa covering his hard cock. She wrapped her mouth around the head and licked along the shaft. She could feel Bryce tense as soon as she licked his precum away. She reached up to help hold his belly out of the way while swallowing as much of his cock as she could. They both knew he would not last long as soon as Sophie took him into her mouth. Bryce called out her name in between his moans as Sophie slowly and methodically shoved his entire dick down her throat. She squeezed his fat rolls so hard, her nails digging into the soft flesh. Bryce breathed hard and Sophie felt his hips raise slightly as he came hard, calling out her name. He slumped back, still holding his belly up, completely spent. Sophie swallowed, wiped her mouth, and guided him to release his belly. She took her shorts, panties, blouse, and bra off and straddled one of his thighs.
It was her turn now.
Instinctively, Bryce’s fat hands found their way to her heaving breasts. He pinched each hard nipple, causing Sophie to moan this time. He massaged and squeezed each breast while Sophie humped his thigh, her wetness coating the cellulite and stretch marks she has grown to love. His hands wandered down along her tight, firm body, and gently squeezed her firm thighs and supple ass. Sophie felt a fat finger slide down her crack and into her wet pussy. He teased her by pulling his finger in and out as Sophie pushed herself down as far as she could onto him. She arched her back and felt herself leave her body as she climaxed.
Bryce leaned back, taking Sophie with him. She closed her eyes savoring the feeling of their sweaty, naked bodies recovering from their second big excursion of the evening. She felt Bryce envelop her in an all encompassing hug, allowing herself to melt into his softness. He was so big and so incredibly soft now. She felt so small in his large, flabby arms. He made her feel so safe, so loved. She didn't want that feeling to end. Ever.
How could she not want him even bigger?
Bryce was first to break the silence after both of their breathings appeared to sync and even out.
“So, tell me, Soph…”
“Yeah?”
“How much of what we just did right now was a result of me outgrowing the car? And be honest!” he said, tickling her ribs. Sophie’s cheeks burned hot.
“Um… I don’t know… Maybe quite a bit?”
“That’s what I thought,” he laughed. “Now maybe it’s all this sugar I have in me right now, but how about I show you how I've outgrown the closet door, and then you show me how much that turns you on?”
“Fuck yeah! I think I may have to call out tomorrow.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It turns out I have a lot to do. You see, my extremely fat boyfriend has eaten everything in this house and now needs a new wardrobe all because he continues growing fatter and fatter! And rumor has it that his girlfriend gets more turned on by every fucking pound he gains. That means is I need to get enough groceries for him so that he can continue to get even bigger and fatter. If I have my way, he won't ever stop getting bigger!”
“At this rate, Soph, we're gonna need a bigger everything!”
“God, I hope so, babe. I really fucking hope so.”