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Old 06-21-2006, 01:56 PM   #1
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Default 4th of July - by Runningman (SSBBW, Extreme Eating, Squashing)

SSBBW, Extreme Eating, Squashing

4TH OF JULY
by Runningman


(Author's note: I have a couple of fetishes. I like to be squashed and I like to see girls eat a lot. I don't apologize for either but if these are not your thing I wouldn't bother reading this. It's also only the 3rd story I've ever posted and I'm aware it needs a little 'touching up' so be kind. )

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I arrived at Kristy’s apartment just after midday on July 4th. We’d met at a BBW party a few months before and had been almost inseparable ever since. She was 26 years old, had shoulder length blonde hair, deep blue eyes and wonderful soft skin. All of this were great but what really made Kristy my dream come true was one simple fact. Kristy was enormous. She stood 5’9” tall and weighed nearly 550lbs. And she knew I loved every ounce.

What she didn’t know until yesterday was how turned on I got by seeing her eat. I was careful to keep this to myself as I was never sure what reaction it would get. Kristy had already guessed that I liked to have her on top of me. I’d dated several big girls before but usually I’d have to try to encourage these girls to get on top as they’d be unsure of hurting me with their weight.

It certainly wasn’t like that with Kristy. She was by far the heaviest girl I’d ever dated. The first time I’d ended up back at her apartment after a date we’d kissed. In no time at all we were on the floor with Kristy lying face down on top of me innocently smiling at me like she didn’t weigh almost a quarter of a ton. My breathing had quickly become laboured as I desperately tried to suck air in.

After a few moments. when she tried to roll off, I had pulled her back onto me. She smiled a surprised and excited smile. That was when she knew that I liked her weight on me. Unbelievably I discovered soon after that she got turned on by having a much smaller man beneath her completely in her control, engulfed by her sheer size.

At 5’8” and 165lbs I certainly qualified. It was more than I had ever hoped – a gorgeous SSBBW beauty all of my own who loved to squash me as much as I loved to be squashed.

The last 3 months had been an ecstatic blur but yesterday had been even better. We’d gone out for a meal as we often did. It wasn’t hard to see why Kristy was so huge. Her appetite was prodigious. Consequently I loved taking Kristy out to restaurants. She’d certainly never objected. Whenever I asked if she wanted to go out she would simply say “I love food and I really love having food bought for me!!”

Whenever I saw Kristy piggin out at a restaurant I’d go into a dream-like daze as I watched her. Luckily she hadn’t picked up on it yet. Yesterday we’d gone to her favourite Italian restaurant. I was used to seeing Kristy eat a lot (especially here) so it seemed perfectly normal when she ordered a second helping of desert after an already very large meal.

I could tell something was troubling her though, she seemed half the time to be in the near dream-like state that was normal for her when eating something she was particularly enjoying and half the time preoccupied with other thoughts, playing with her food (very unusual) and almost holding herself back. I decided not to say anything. I still thought I was lucky she hadn’t noticed me drooling at her eating all these times.

“Pumkin?”

“yes”

“This cheesecake is sooo good, what would you think if I ordered another helping?”

The look on her face said she was genuinely concerned about what I’d think. I, on the other hand, wanted to stab myself with a fork to check this was really happening.

“What would I think? I’d think that my beautiful Kristy is very hungry today. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You wouldn’t be at all shocked, disgusted, or think I was just too greedy?”

Again I felt this must be a dream. “Absolutely not, I love that you have such a magnificent appetite. In fact…………..”

I paused wondering if everything was about to backfire. “In fact, I love to see you eat.” I looked down quickly away from her eyes. “I love big girls and I love to see big girls with a healthy appetite eat lots of food.”

I paused again. “It turns me on.” I’d almost whispered this but she'd definitely heard it. The silence seemed to last forever. Eventually I looked up at her to see the reaction. She was smiling.

“Pumpkin, why didn’t you tell me sooner? Were you embarrassed?”

I was too shocked to reply. Kristy had a wicked grin on her face.

“And to think these last 3 months since we’ve been together I’ve been watching what I eat – worrying that you’d think I was too much of a pig. Watching my figure to try and stop gaining. I don’t think I’ve totally succeeded in that respect…………….”

My mind was swimming. Images of the last 3 months were flashing through my head. All the meals out, how much she’d eaten, all the unscheduled stops at BK or MacDonalds or dunking donuts when she ‘fancied a snack,’ all the nights in with a DVD and a never ending supply of pizza, snacks and chocolates. And here she was telling me that she’d been holding back!

I wondered just how much this gorgeous girl ate when she wasn’t ‘watching her figure.’ My attention was snapped back to the present as I felt 2 huge calves clamp around either side of my legs under the table. Kristy was smiling a very mischievous smile at me with her head cocked seductively to the side. When she saw that she had my whole attention she picked up her fork, cut an impossibly large piece of cheesecake and picked it up with the fork. Under the table her calves were squeezing tight around my own legs.

There was no way, I said to myself,that she was going to get this forkful into her mouth.

She opened her mouth impossibly wide, tilted the fork and it disappeared into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out with the quantity of cheesecake in her mouth. She never took her eyes off me. She seductively started to chew on the cheesecake, slowly at first then swallow. In no time at all she deposited another heaping forkful into her mouth. In a matter of minutes she’d finished the whole slice. She licked her lips and then the fork exaggeratedly.

“Mmmmmmmm. That was sooooooo good. How was it for you?” she asked mischievously like she needed an answer. My eyes were practically out on stalks!

She called the waitress over before I could say anything. Kristy winked at me as she spoke to the waitress.

“Could I get another 3 helpings of this cheesecake miss?”

The skinny waitress did a double take – did she really just ask me for 3 more helpings?? To her credit she quickly regained her composure and hurried off to the kitchen to get the cheesecake without so much as a second look. Not that it would have bothered Kristy. All her attention was focused solely on me.

“Now I don’t have to worry about what you think I can really let myself go!” And so she did.

Three more pieces of cheesecake arrived and were duly consumed by Kristy as if she hadn’t eaten in months! The rest of the July 3rd passed in a blur. Before we parted for the night (I was still not living with her yet). Kristy reminded me that it would be Independence Day tomorrow.

“I want us to have our own little 4th of July party.” She kissed me long and passionately. When she eventually came up for air she whispered in my ear,

“When you said seeing me eat turned you on I got soooo hot. My dream guy gets turned on by seeing me eat. I love to eat. We were meant for wach other. When you come over tomorrow afternoon make sure to bring something rich and sweet for me. We’re gonna have the 4th of July party to end all parties.”

So here I was. I’d been a little creative. After searching online for the perfect ‘rich and sweet’ treat for the fourth of July I’d been to a bakery on the other side of town. They had a 4th of July cake displayed on their website. When I got there I found that it was a huge chocolate cake shaped like a giant map of the US. It was the centrepiece of a display for the holiday. The cake itself was 6 inches deep and about 3 feet across by 2 feet.

The bakery guy informed me that it had taken a whole day to prepare with a mountain of chocolate and butter ensuring that it was indeed incredibly rich. Too rich, he said, for anyone to possibly eat much more than a slice. And the chocolate frosting that covered the outside of the cake was incredibly sweet. Well, she had said rich and sweet.

There was no way she could eat even half of this by herself, I thought inwardly, but I couldn’t resist. I told the guy I wanted it for a party and bought it. It was now in the back of my car. I knocked the door. Kristy answered in stretch pants that were starting to tear along the seams of her gigantic thighs and a white t-shirt that came nowhere near covering her mountainous belly.

And that’s just how she wanted it. She knew how to drive me wild. In her hand was a half-eaten slice of pizza. She beckoned me in without a word and instantly backed me against the wall. She leaned her enormous weight into me and kissed me. She tasted of pepperoni and her lips were greasy. She stopped to cram the rest of her slice of pizza into her mouth with a show. I noticed the large empty pizza box on the floor in the main room of her apartment. She finished chewing and noticed that I wasn’t holding anything.

“Haven’t you brought your beautiful Kristy anything for the 4th of July? I’m starved. I’ve only had this little snack.” She pouted dramatically. She really was beautiful. She still had me pressed firmly against the wall with her massive belly. I was already uncomfortable in the crotch. I managed to wheeze a reply as I struggled to breathe.

“It’s in the car.”

She smiled “Oooh, intriguing. Go get it and bring it to my bedroom.”

She winked at me and pounded off down the hall towards her room. I got my breath back and retrieved the cake. I struggled to carry the cake to Kristy’s room. When I backed through the door and turned around revealing the cake to Kristy she gasped.

“Oh my word! That looks fabulous.”

She instructed me to grab a small table from the guest room and put it next to the bed. As I returned she had removed her stretch pants and t-shirt to reveal enormous simple white cotton undies and a plain white bra that was at least one size too small. She looked incredible. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her in her underwear by any means but this time she was totally fixated by the cake in front of her – almost drooling. The table was no more than a bedside cabinet and the 3’ x 2’ cake was actually bigger than the whole surface of it.

This, I knew, was going to be good. I transferred the cake to the table as she stripped off my shirt and jeans and told me to lie down. The table was adjacent to my body next to her bed so she sat down heavily on my legs. The mattress groaned horribly and my legs were crushed down into the mattress with incredible force. Her hips stretched from just above my waist to just above my ankles!

She quickly manoeuvred herself so that she was sitting astride my chest, her colossal weight concentrated on my ribcage. I was already struggling desperately to breathe and she knew it. Kristy leaned slightly to her right side and lifted a little on the other side.

“I want you to have one arm free to massage my belly as I eat.”

I quickly extracted my right arm from beneath Kristy’s huge left thigh and she settled her weight back into a more central position, none too soon as leaning to her right was putting massive strain on the left side of my ribcage! She stretched over to the computer desk next to her bed and pulled a fork from a drawer. This action forced all her soft fleshy belly forward and all the remaining air out of my lungs. I could hardly breathe at all but I felt fantastic. Kristy sat back with her fork.

“I keep it there for emergencies.” She winked at me. “If you really are turned on by seeing me eat you’re about to have the best day of your LIFE! I’m going to eat more than you think it’s possible for one person to eat.”

I struggled desperately to avoid coming right there and then.

She took her first bite of the cake. “Oh my word!" she exclaimed. "That’s the most fantastic chocolate cake I’ve ever tasted. It’s soooo rich and delicious. It must have thousands and thousands of calories. I couldn’t possibly stop eating this before I’ve eaten every last bite.”

Kristy then proceeded to prove me wrong by eating more than half of the cake before even looking slightly full. She wasn’t going to let a little loss of momentum stop her though. I gently massaged her enormous and ever expanding belly as requested, enthusiastically at first but rapidly slowing as Kristy’s immense weight crushed all the strength from my limbs.

The mattress groaned under us with every slight move of Kristy’s Enormous bulk whilst my helpless body sank deeper and deeper into it as I desperately tried to suck some air into my lungs. All the while Kristy could feel the ribs in my chest bending as her belly got larger and larger, and she got heavier and heavier.

By the time Kristy had stuffed the last of the gigantic cake into her greedy mouth she was so bloated that she could barely breathe let alone move. I had long since ceased to rub her belly. I had been squashed to the point of having no strength left. I was barely conscious managing just tiny wheezing breaths as my chest was being crushed under her.

“That was incredible.” Kristy whispered.

Kristy was too exhausted by now to do anything other than gently shift her titanic weight lower onto my body around my waist. At that point she just collapsed forward onto me, flattening me into the struggling mattress. She instantly fell asleep with her head at the side of mine. After everything stopped moving I noticed that Kristy’s weight was now more evenly dispersed on me. I was able to breathe - if not comfortably - then slightly more easily.

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Default 4th of July - Part II

After a short nap of about 90 minutes Kristy woke up and remembered what happened earlier. She raised her head off the pillow and looked into my eyes.

"Are you ok down there?" she asked tentatively.

"I've never been better" I reply.

"I thought I might have squashed you flat.” She kissed me gently on the mouth. Then she cocked her head to the side and smiled mischievously at me.

“You know you look soooo cute there struggling to breathe. You’re all red in the face. Am I a little heavy for you?” She smiled at me and pressed herself down hard onto me. I felt like I was being steamrollered.

“You make a very comfy mattress. I think I’ll have to sleep on you more often.”

Kristy’s smile widened to a grin as she continued to press all of her weight down onto me.

“It’s hard work being my mattress though. You think you’re up to the task? How long do you think you’ll last before I break you like all my other mattresses?”

Kristy was now forcing every ounce of her weight down onto my hapless body. My ribs felt as though they were about to snap and my lungs started to burn as they hadn’t received any air for nearly a minute.

“The only…….problem is………….” Kristy winked at me and raised herself up on her arms and I gasped in air as quickly as I could.

“I’d always…………be a little……….” Kristy suddenly dropped down onto me
“Oooof.” All the air I’d managed to suck in as she rose was violently expelled out of my lungs in an instant.

“……….worried that I might wake up to find that I’ve completely flattened you under me!”

“Just like a few minutes ago when I woke up. At first I panicked. I thought I’d squashed you. I Thought I might have squashed you as flat as a pancake.” Kristy seemed to drift off in thought behind her pretty eyes, seemed almost to be talking to herself. She also seemed to be enjoying watching me turn beet red as she pressed herself down onto me again with increasing force.

“Mmmmmmmm pancakes. I could really go for some pancakes. Lots of pancakes. How long have I been asleep? It must be all night coz I’m STARVING!"

Kristy leaned back pushing her body off the mattress and sat up on my midriff pulling her huge legs around so that they were by my side. There was an audible rush of air into my lungs as they filled for the first time since Kristy started eating the cake.

She still had chocolate frosting all over her cheeks and chins. She was the picture of gluttony and I loved it.

Kristy stretched and rubbed her belly and pulled a face that suggested that her lack of nourishment was causing pain. The combined effect of having her entire massive weight concentrated on my groin/midriff area and the admission that she was starving despite having consumed an enormous chocolate cake half the size of the bed not much more than ninety minutres before ensured that I was instantly aroused.

Kristy could feel my arousal and smiled. She gently bounced. The mattress springs protested loudly and my pelvis felt as though it was about to shatter. The mattress seemed not to regain its shape and the bed itself seemed about to collapse. Kristy smiled again.

"You look so cute down there, totally helpless beneath me. So how long was I asleep? I feel like I haven't eaten in a month. I could eat a FEAST I’m so hungry."

"You’ve only been asleep for about an hour and a half."

She looked shocked but only for a second. "Oh well. Guess you make me hungry. Knowing how much it turns you on makes me even hungrier. Can we go find some food? I'm gonna waste away if I don't get something soon!"

She rubbed her gigantic belly and winked at me. It would take a very long time indeed before Kristy ‘wasted away’!

She dragged me up off the bed and it took me a while to feel stable on my feet. Then we got into the car.

The entire passenger side of the car sat lower with Kristy in it. And she overflowed the passenger seat on all sides barely able to close the door with her mighty belly invading all the space between the seat and the dashboard. She really was enormous. She wore the same over-stretched stretch pants that she’d been wearing when I arrived at her house earlier.

She’d selected a larger white t-shirt than the one she’d been wearing earlier but it still wasn’t large enough that it covered her belly when she sat down. There was a tantalising glimpse of soft belly poking out between the bottom of her t-shirt and the top of her grey pants. It folded over the top of her too small pants waistband. She looked at me impatiently.

“Let’s go then. I’m starving here!!”

The first stop was IHOP. Kristy ordered the biggest stack of pancakes they had with extra sausage and eggs and told me to order the same.

“There’s no way I could eat all that even if I was hungry.”

Kristy smiled sweetly at me. “I just told you to order them; I never said you’d be eating them.” The waitress arrived with two huge platefuls of pancakes and two equally huge plates loaded with sausage links and scrambled eggs.

Kristy drowned her pancakes in syrup and dug in almost before the waitress finished putting my plates down. I had never seen Kristy eat like this before – except maybe with the cake she’d demolished little more than 2 hours earlier. She was almost inhaling her pancakes. She just couldn’t get them in her mouth quick enough.

I looked at the enormous stack of pancakes in front of me. I thought to myself absent-mindedly I’d take a week to eat all this, how does she do it? I glanced up at Kristy who was totally engrossed in her pancakes. In no time at all she’d scarfed down half of her stack.

I picked up a fork to tease Kristy. She gave me a withering look as she stuffed a large forkful of sausages and eggs into her greedy mouth. It was a look that said ‘you dare touch my pancakes and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever do!’

I put the fork down quickly.

A couple of minutes later Kristy had cleared her plates and swapped them with my full ones. About 10 minutes after that I was paying the bill and we were leaving. Kristy had just devoured more pancakes than I’d ever seen at one time and didn’t look even slightly uncomfortable with what she’d eaten.

“That was gooood. Now let’s go get some more food. I fancy something different.”

As we got back into my car she grabbed my crotch.

“Did you enjoy that?” Suffice to say she knew the answer without me having to say anything. The next stop was the Burger King drive through. Kristy ordered.

"I'll have 5, no 6; no better make that 10 whoppers please!" My jaw dropped open.

The next several hours were dreamlike for me coz it was unbelievable how much Kristy ate! After similar visits to Krispy Krème (three dozen mixed donuts), Pizza Hut (2 whole large pepperoni pies with extra cheese with sides of nachos and dippin chicken), Wendys (3 of the biggest burger on the menu with a large fries and chocolate shake) and Dairy Queen (the largest sundae on the menu 3 times) she told me to take a left and pull over looking as though she might be sick (which would hardly have been surprising given the vast quantities of food that she’d consumed in the past few hours).

We were now outside Zack's pastries and I sensed it was no coincidence. It was now quite late and the shop had long since been closed for the day. When Kristy got out however, someone appeared at the door and opened it for her. She looked back at me and smiled, one hand slowly rubbing her impossibly stuffed belly. With all she’d eaten today there was now significantly more belly poking out from beneath her shirt than there had been only hours before.

"I'm soooo stuffed but I think I can fit just a little more in for you"

My jaw almost hit the floor. When I entered the shop she was waiting by a table that had a large chocolate cheesecake on it. She beckoned me over.

“Sit here.”

It was more an order than a suggestion and I duly sat down. The seat was quite far back from the table. As soon as I sat down Kristy squeezed herself between the table and me with her back to me and lowered her huge frame onto me. The narrow steel chair legs were tested to their limit as Kirsty’s weight settled onto me. I had to turn my head to the side as Kristy leaned back. I hopelessly tried to reach my arms around her enormous belly. They barely made it halfway. I heard her moan in ecstacy.

"Mmmmmmm"

Kristy had started work on the cheesecake. With my head facing to the side I was facing the door and to my surprise several people seemed to be making return trips to my car carrying boxes. This continued for 20 minutes as Kristy ate the entire cheesecake as if it were a cookie!

Kristy licked her lips and rubbed her enormous belly. She stretched up and pushed herself back and down into the small steel chair crushing me with every ounce of her 550lbs. She grabbed my arms (that were hopelessly trying to reach around her massive girth with my hands resting on the side of her bloated belly) at the wrists and pulled on them so that my hands stretched almost to the front of her belly, nearly ripping my arms out of their sockets in the process as her whole weight held the rest of my body pressed against the back of the chair.

“How do I feel?”

I was so completely squashed under her that I barely managed to wheeze a response.

“Incredible.”

When Kristy had first sat down my thighs screamed with pain as her massive weight was concentrated squarely on them. Now the pain had passed and I could feel nothing there at all. I wondered if my legs had been completely flattened beneath her and if I’d ever be able to walk again but this was really only a secondary concern at the moment. I hadn’t lost any feeling in my loins and Kristy being on top of me was having its usual effect. I was horny as hell.

Kristy tried to get up but abruptly dropped heavily back into my lap after making it about halfway upright. I could swear that I felt the chair legs buckling under the pressure as my own legs received the massive crushing blow and the air rushed out of me as she leaned back.

"Oops. I guess I’m gonna need a little push to get me up. I must have eaten too much!"

Kristy lifted herself to a similar position as the previous time and I happily placed my hands on her huge soft ass cheeks that were straining against her stretch pants and pushed with everything I had. After accomplishing the formidable task of getting Kristy to her feet I discovered that my own legs were still intact and after a few moments the feeling began to return to them. As the blood began to return to my thighs so did the pain. I’d spent about 25 minutes with 550lbs of soft flesh concentrated on my thighs. It hurt. They felt like somebody had parked a truck on them.

It was several seconds before I could even think of trying to get up. I tried to disguise the pain as I didn’t want Kristy to know she’d hurt me. The benefits of having Kristy sat in my lap certainly outweighed the negatives I thought to myself with a smile. When I did eventually manage to drag myself upright the last thing I noticed as I left the bakery was that the chair in which we’d been sat was indeed now much closer to the floor.

Kristy’s weight had begun to splay the narrow steel legs of the chair outwards at the base. It surely would’ve only been a matter of time before it collapsed. I pictured in my mind the chair collapsing with me on it and then Kristy’s enormous bulk crashing down on me like a 550lb hydraulic ram crushing everything in its path…………….The thought made me hornier than ever!!

When we got back to her place it took me fully 15 minutes to empty the car of all the cakes and pastries. I carried about 25-30 whole large cheesecakes, gateaux, cakes and pies of various varieties into Kristy’s apartment. She instructed me to bring them to the bedroom and disappeared.

She hadn’t wasted time. I found that a much larger table from her spare room had been pushed next to the bed and began to fill it with cakes and pies. There were also what seemed to be hundreds of smaller slices of cake, pastries and sweet treats. Kristy called from the bathroom.
"I ordered 1 of every kind of whole pie, cake, cheesecake etc they have, and 3 each of all the smaller kinds"

I looked at the large table. It now looked small as it overflowed with calorie laden treats and cakes. Nobody can eat all of that I think to myself. It would take a football team a whole day. There must be hundreds of thousands of calories on the table in front of me. Then I remembered what she’d managed to consume so far today and wondered if Kristy’s belly would ever be full! One way or the other I had the feeling I was going to enjoy the next few hours. She called authoritatively from the bathroom.

"Get naked skinny boy."

Then she appeared. Wearing her shear stockings and garter belt with matching huge (but still too small) silky black panties and a bra that NASA would be proud of. It pushed her big breasts together and upward. Something gave me the impression that she hadn’t worn this particular combo for a while though. Everything looked about 2 sizes too small. Kristy’s belly looked enormous. The front of her garter belt cut into her hanging belly apron. Her black stockings were so stretched on her huge thighs that they were see-through.

She walked over to me with her eyes locked on mine. She backed me against the wall and kissed me gently on the lips. She leaned into me ever-so-gently increasing her weight against me, squashing me against the wall. It felt as though the wall was about to give under this pressure. Kristy backed off and then pulled me over to the adjacent bed. She stood facing me as she backed me against the base of the bad. She gently placed her arms on my shoulders and pushed me down into a sitting position. Kristy’s enormous body was right in front of me and I couldn’t resist grabbing at her massive hips and pulling her toward me.

Kristy smiled and backed off.

“Patience” she whispered. She pushed me gently onto my back and spoke again.

“Shift yourself back so that you’re lying properly on the bed.” Then she walked right up to the base of the bed and placed her right knee onto the mattress quickly followed by the left. The mattress let out an agonised groan as it struggled to come to terms with her weight. Kristy was now on all fours crawling up over my body.

Even in this position Kristy’s big belly dragged against my legs as it hung down so far beneath her. She stopped when her mouth was above my groin. She never took her eyes off me as she lowered her head above my painfully erect manhood.

“This looks tasty.” Then she put her mouth around it and slowly descended all the way to my groin still with her eyes looking up at me playfully. Kristy picked her head up and looked at me.

"I want something sweet first I think"

She gently pushed my erect cock back so that it rested on my belly pointing back at me and manoeuvred herself into position and sat down hard on my waist area. I had no ribcage here to protect against her weight. Consequently I was immediately struggling. My intestines felt like they were being smushed. The bed also seemed to be struggling to cope and the mattress springs groaned pathetically as her mammoth weight settled onto me. The blood was still reaching other parts though. My erect manhood throbbed beneath her. Kristy turned her attention to the table and selected a large chocolate éclair. She admired it in her hands then looked at me over the top of it.

"Happy 4th of July pumpkin"

Then she greedily stuffed it into her mouth in 3 huge bites. This was all too much after seeing her eat so much prior to this during the day. As she chewed the éclair with cream and chocolate on her lips and cheeks I came violently beneath her. It caused me to thrust my groin but Kristy never moved an inch. She just smiled at me as she pressed her huge weight down onto me. She shifted her body up onto my chest and I was again returned to a mixture of agony and ecstasy as Kristy’s monumental weight was concentrated on my ribcage.

I was once again imprisoned by Kristy’s weight, severely squashed and crushed beneath her. The front of her huge belly as she sat on my chest was resting on my chin, just below my mouth. It hadn’t been that big earlier in the day. Her elephantine thighs were either side of my head. She squeezed her legs together, squashing my skull between them. The force was like having my head in a vice. Then she relaxed. At that point Kristy seemed to go into a kind of trance as she grabbed cake after cake from the table by the side of us.

5 HOURS later and Kristy was still going. By this point I was once again at the point of passing out from lack of air. All my ribs were aching and felt like they were at the point of breaking and I had sunk so deep into the mattress that I felt I must almost be on the floor! I could feel the mattress springs pressing into my back. Stars had begun to form in my eyes from lack of oxygen.

Kristy’s 550lb body had been pressing firmly down on my chest for 5 whole hours as she stuffed herself with cakes and treats. I felt very weak. I felt like I was about finished but I’d had a wonderful 5 hours. Seeing Kristy eat like this whilst she squashed me beneath her had driven me wild. It was still driving me wild.

Indeed I had come several more times during the past 5 hours watching Kristy's gluttony having had no strength to hold back. Each time I had come Kristy had smiled and attacked her next cake or delicacy with renewed enthusiasm, rubbing her belly dramatically. The table to her left was now a mess. It had been decimated. After seeing what I’d already seen during the day I probably shouldn’t have been surprised but I was still in awe at Kristy’s appetite.

I couldn’t believe how much she’d put away. There was cake all over her face. She had chocolate and cream on her breasts, arms and belly and even in her hair. And she was STILL GOING! Kristy noticed me looking at her. She fingered a generous amount of rich cream out of a huge chocolate cream cake and sucked it off seductively. Then she made a show of greedily stuffing the rest into her mouth in what seemed like an impossibly quick time.

Kristy’s sheer gluttony was beyond belief and extremely arousing. The arousal seemingly not affected by my lack of air and near unconsciousness. She reached out with her sticky cake covered fingers and touched her enormously bloated belly. It had by now expanded to the point that its front sat over my mouth and I was able to get air into my battered body only through my nose - just. She reached her hands under the sides of her belly apron and lifted it. She let it drop onto my chin with a slap, smiling at me as she did so.

"I'm soooo full but every time I look at you I get hungry for more"

She had taken to almost unconsciously rocking gently backward and forward, side to side as she ate. Each movement seemed to press me further down. Millimetre by Millimetre Kristy squashed me and crushed me closer to the ground. She resumed the attack on what was left of the cakes and pastries. 30 minutes later and everything was gone. She looked at me forlornly, sucking the remains off her sticky fingers whilst rocking gently.

"Maybe I shoulda got a little more? What a greedy fat pig I am!"

If she was expecting a reply I was hardly able to give one. I could barely breathe with Kristy sat on my chest. Kristy reached behind her back and found my still erect penis. She shifted herself off my chest for the first time in over 5 hours and I desperately gulped in air. She aligned herself and lowered her massive body onto my cock. She began to rock back and forth and ground her huge body down onto my pelvis as the bed springs protested loudly.

She managed to heave herself up and bounced on me a couple of times which was all too much. I was severely squashed, crushed and totally spent. I had no power to resist any longer and I exploded inside her. I tightened up as I climaxed almost lifting Kristy off the mattress for a second. Then she smiled at me and ground down onto me with her massive hips so hard that I was sure that we were not only going to break the bed but go through the ceiling as well! She continued to grind down onto me until well after I had finished climaxing.

When she eventually eased back I relaxed. I was in heaven but also in considerable pain. However, I was still erect inside her and she was not satisfied. Kristy raised her massive body off me once again and bounced on me two more times with tremendous force and then she climaxed, this time grinding down with even greater force. I began to see stars again as her enormous body spasmed and titanic hips and butt ground my aching pelvis closer and closer to the floor. After what seemed like forever she relaxed, easing the pressure a little. I breathed deeply as she recovered and smiled down at me, sweat dripping off her pretty face.

"Happy 4th of July" she repeated softly.

Kristy slid her massive leg over and got up off me. She waddled off to the bathroom clutching her overstuffed belly. When she returned I was still breathing deeply, desperately trying to recover. My body screamed with pain. But I was in heaven.

Kristy reached the foot of the bed and lifted her right leg up, placing her foot on the mattress. Then, with a Herculean effort she pushed off her left leg and managed to get her big body up onto the bed. She was now stood on the bed at my feet facing me. She is such a beautiful, bountiful goddess. Her weight meant that her feet were pressed deep down into the mattress which was loudly protesting. She had a wicked smile on her face.

"Sorry pumpkin but I just can't help myself. I just love to squash you"

With that Kristy bent her legs slightly and began to leap forward. My eyes widened as I realised too late what was about to happen. Then I realised that it was what I really wanted. Time seemed to stand still as her colossal frame gracefully stretched out horizontally in the air above me then BOOM,

Kristy’s enormously fat, 550lb body came crashing down on me. The mattress tried hopelessly to disperse her weight and failed miserably. The bed itself instantly collapsed and I had to cope with her weight falling on me yet again. Now I was on the floor and the mattress felt about as thick as a sheet of paper. I felt like a human pancake.

Kristy looked panic stricken for a second as she realised she may have hurt me only to find me smiling like I’d won the lottery. I was indeed in great pain but I had withstood the pressure of Kristy body slamming down onto me. And it was amazing.

Satisfied and tired Kristy fell asleep on top of me. I lay awake beneath her, entombed in layers of fat that cascaded either side of me. I was completely drained, spent and useless. Even if I wasn't I realised with a grin that I would be totally unable to move. If Kristy decided not to get up tomorrow then I was going nowhere! Every part of my body ached.

I had been squashed, crushed and flattened to the extreme and I could still barely breathe but I thought to myself as I finally drifted off to sleep..............that’s the best 24hrs of my life. I can't wait for next July 4th!

9 hours later and I was rudely awakened by a massive belly slapping down onto my face. I ached all over and it felt like someone had dropped a safe on my chest. I looked up to see Kristy siitting on my chest yet again. She smiled at me and playfully squeezed my head between her barrel-like thighs almost crushing my skull.

"Morning sleepy head. Actually its nearly after noon. It’s July 5th and more importantly I’m hungry, no make that STARVING!!"


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Heh!

Neat story. I happen to know a girl named Kristy, too (A friend of a friend of mine). This girl has an impressive appetite and a major league sweet tooth, plus she's not incredibly active.

The Kristy I know isn't quite chubby yet but she's getting there and will probably keep gaining (She's wonderfully curvy now) if she doesn't change her habits...no, I'm not about to complain any, either.

Anyway, bravo on your tale...well done.


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A most well done and bravo! Great story. Just exactly as I like and wish to see much more of.
Only one thing. She didn't gain any weight?
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Stories here don't require gaining - they jusst have to be size or weight related. Frequently squashing genre tales don't emphasize or include gaining because it detracts from their main emphasis. The same applies to Seavisen's tale and others.
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What I meant was, yes I know weight gain doesn't need to be included. I just expected her to gain. Squashing stories are my forte. I've been waiting years for them to appear here with emphasis on SQUASHING, instead of just all feeder/feedee/weight gain. I do appreciate WG stories, but not nearly as much as squashing stories and the like. I find however, IMO, squashing sort of goes hand in hand with with WG...more weight...better squashing.
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Actually going to the "library" level and using a search for squashing brings six responses, but your point is well taken. I'll see what I can do about migrating a few more squashing tales from the old library thuis coming week. The genre is under represented.
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Couldn't wait to have a 4th of July party celebration.
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Great story I absolutly love it
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I think it's good but I dislike the way you wrote it all Americanised, we don't have enough UK based stories.
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Well it does involve Independence Day.
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That's kinda like complaining that too many operas are written in Italian. Nobody is stopping the English (or, speaking of another deficient group, Canadians) from writing their own stories.

Sometimes I think there might be a chicken-and-egg relationship between subject and artist, where we may wonder which came first. While Gaugin is still Gaugin whether he's in Tahiti or Arles, he sure did draw inspiration from staring at the girls of the south seas, and seeming to get lost in the colours he used for their skintones. Why do I bring this up? because there are probably wonderful British writers seeking a muse to inspire their masterwork. If your story needs to be told, someone you know will develop the gift of writing in response (maybe even,... you yourself?).
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That's kinda like complaining that too many operas are written in Italian. Nobody is stopping the English (or, speaking of another deficient group, Canadians) from writing their own stories.
I only said it because he is British but I suppose he's writing a story not representing himself
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I've read and reread this one...it is still one of my very favorite stories.
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This has been a favorite story to me since I first read it, and it's just about that time. Have a happy 4th.
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This has been a favorite story to me since I first read it, and it's just about that time. Have a happy 4th.
lol yeah its been a long time. Glad you liked it. And happy 4th of July to you.
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