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Aug 2, 2020
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Cease and Desist
by MathMachine4

************************** CHAPTER 1 **************************

I'm sitting on the park bench. Eating a hot dog with my right hand, holding my small dog on a leash with my left hand.

A girl walking her white poodle walks by, she says "Wow, that's my favorite dog!"

"Oh, thanks, he's--"

"No, not that dog, that dog!"

I pause for a moment.

"Oh, yeah," I say, pointing to the food with my left hand, "it's the all new grande hot dog supreme from REDACTED!"

She then grabs my half-eaten hot dog and eats a large bite out of it, the look on her face as if she just came in her pants (I guess this is just what commercial directors think people look like when they eat). She finishes the hot dog, " any more where that came from?" she says. My dog then lets out a loud, high pitched "BARK!"

The promo comes up,

The all new....grande hot dog supreme! For a limited time only, only at REDACTED!

We then hear the characteristic DONG of the bell.

At least, that's how the commercial is supposed to play out. In reality, though, everyone hits the "skip ad" button before the whole thing pans out. And rightfully so, it's a really dumb, awful, painfully stupid joke.

I wake up on the park bench again. The same hot dog in my hand. The same girl walks by, "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says. "Oh, thanks, he's--" "No, not th--"

Then reality cuts out. And next thing I know, I wake up on the park bench again. The same hot dog in my hand. The same girl walks by yet again, "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" "Oh, thanks, he's--" "No, n--"

And again. Over and over again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" This is my life. "Oh, thanks, he's--" Doomed to repeat the same events over and over. "No, not that dog, that do-" With no end in sight. At least until REDACTED realizes how poorly the ad is doing, and inevitable takes it down.

So far, the only time the ad has actually played to its entirety was when it was originally played by the producers, before being sent to a video streaming service to show before their videos. I've played out the exact same motions 189 times, and every single person so far has hit skip ad as soon as they humanly could. That's actually kind of impressive, if I'm being honest.

But, I continue playing out the motions. Every once in a while, people will actually watch to the end. I guess because they're either asleep, apathetic, doing something else and listening to this in the background, or maybe they're just so stupid they actually find this to be entertaining.

It's been about an hour since the ad first launched. An hour in real life. With this site having over a billion hours of watch time every day, and each ad lasting about 6 seconds, that adds up to hundreds of hours of just this one ad in the past hour. From my perspective, I've basically had the same conversation over and over for a month straight.

"Wow, that's my favorite dog!" "Oh, thanks! He's--" "No, not that dog, that dog!" I sit silent for a moment. I suppose I was just expecting the ad to get cut short again, I was caught off guard this time when it wasn't. She clears her throat, "ahem!" "Oh," I speak, "uh, yeah, it's the all new---OW!!!! ssssshhhhHHHHHIT!" I say, having accidentally scraped my finger against the park bench. "Oh, oh my god, are you okay?" she asks, concerned. "Y-yeah, it's just a splinter." "Hold on, I have a first aid kit in my purse."

She grabs a pair of tweezers, tells me to hold still, and gently pulls out the splinter. She then hands me a band-aid. I pull off the brown parts that cover up the sticky bits, but before I can put on the bandage, though, the sticky bits all fold in on themselves. "Um, you got any more where that came from?" I ask her. Then, my dog lets out a loud, high pitched "BARK!"

The promo comes up,

The all new....grande hot dog supreme! For a limited time only, only at REDACTED!

We then hear the characteristic DONG of the bell.

The next thing I know, I'm in the park again. Sitting on the bench again. My dog by my side again. Hot dog in my lap again. But there is a small difference. My left index finger now has a band-aid on it. That's odd, I distinctly remember the commercial cutting out before I had a chance to put one on. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" the girl says as she walks by. I pause silently. I've just been going through the motions over and over, so I haven't actually taken a moment to look at this girl until now.

She's beautiful.

She has long blonde hair down to her hips. Her teeth are perfect. Her face is gorgeous. She's wearing earrings. She has a white, wavy dress that goes all the way down past her knees. And she's slightly chunky. Not fat, by any means, but definitely plus sized. Her most prominent feature is probably her butt, which sways side to side with every step she takes.

She "ahem"s me again. But instead of continuing the ad like normal, I stand up and feed her my hot dog. Taken aback at first, she leans into it. "Mmmm," she says, "You got any more where that came from?" My dog then lets out a bark, the promo begins briefly, before reality cuts out again.

But since then, things have been a bit different. Like a dream suddenly becoming lucid, I'm now suddenly aware of my own free will.

I wake up on the bench again. I no longer have a band-aid on my finger. It appears I must've taken it off since last time. It's as if I have a life between commercials, and get amnesia every time one starts again. Or maybe someone else's soul is in control between ads, and I'm only in control during those brief 6 seconds or so. Or maybe I don't even have a soul between ads, like some sort of philosophical zombie.

I wonder if I can use this to my advantage, though. It sure would be nice if I had 2 hot dogs instead of one. That way I could finally finish my lunch, and she'd get a whole hot dog to herself. Maybe if I just think real hard about it now, I'll decide next time to buy 2 hot dogs.

"Wow, that's my favorite dog!" the girl says, walking her poodle again. "Thanks! He's--" "No, not that dog. Tha--"

It wake up on the bench again. To my dismay, I only have one hot dog. There's gotta be some way to make this work, though, right? "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" the girl says, walking her poodle again. I, meanwhile, pull out a blue pen and start writing on my arm, 'buy 2 hot dogs'. "What are you doing?" she asks. Just as I start thinking of a way to explain this to her, the skip ad button cuts us short again.

I once again awake on the park bench. This time, I actually do have 2 hot dogs. The pretty girl walks by again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" "Oh, thanks, he's--" we go through the motions again. Only to be skipped again. I keep doing this, though, curious to see what happens. My arm still says, "buy 2 hot dogs", so every time I come back, I have 2 hot dogs. After another 56 skipped ads, someone finally decides to watch it all the way through. And when we get to the part where she's supposed to steal my dog, she takes both hot dogs. And gobbles them both up in one felt swoop. Both the half eaten one and the not even touched one, consumed in mere seconds. " any more where that came from?" Then, my dog lets out a loud, high pitched "BARK!" again, and the promo pops up again.

The next time around, she walks by again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" I don't even look up. I instead lick my hand, wipe away the 2 on my arm, and write 5. "Oh, not this again," she says. "WAIT, YOU REMEMB--" I ask, before the ad cuts out again.

At some point, the stars align again. The ad plays to completion. After we get to the point where she steals my hot dogs, sure enough, she eats all 5 of them. And quickly, too. She sucks the flavor off her fingers, then asks, "got any more where that came from?" Yikes, how many does she want? "BARK!" my dog says.

I wake up again on the bench. "Wow, that's my f--" I quickly stand up, "Quick, how many hot dogs do you want?" "Um, what?" she asks, confused. "E-every time we do this, you eat all my hot dogs, and then you're hungry for more. H-how many should I get for you?" She blushes, "Oh, well...I guess, as much as you got, really. I'm a hungry girl," she giggles, patting her small paunch, "I don't really get full."

The next time around, I quickly change the 5 on my arm to a 20. She giggles, "why do you keep writing on your arm?" she asks. "I'm writing a note to myself for after the ad ends." "Wait, there's an...after the ad ends? I thought we were just on an endless loop." "Apparently not. I'm writing a note to myself to buy 20 hotdogs for you next time instead of 5." "Really?! That's so thoughtful!! I--" the ad then cuts out.

"Wow, that's my favori--" she starts, but I quickly stand up and hand her all the hot dogs. "W-what are you doing?" "In case we don't make it to the end of the ad, I figured I'd just hand you the hot dogs right away." She gasps, "Thank y--"

The ad cuts out again. No matter. "Wow, that's my f--" I stand up again and quickly hand her the hot dogs. Giggling, she starts gobbling them up. "By the way, thanks for helping with the splinter." "[NOM] No problem" she says with her mouth full, "So...are we gonna be doing this every time?" "I mean, i-if you want to?" "Well, it's just...won't we get in trouble?" "...In trouble with who?" She ponders for a moment, "I guess you're right. In that case [NOM] could you start adding toppings?" "Sure! What would you like?" "Well, I like ketchup, and mustard. I'm also a fan of relish. Ooh, and cheese! I LOVE cheese! Oh, and could you--" reality cuts out again.

So, as per her request, we continue this routine. She starts her corny catchphrase. I stand up, then she begins happily stuffing her face with my wieners. We never reach the promo, and the ad really only ends when the viewer gets impatient and presses skip ad. At some point, I have to change the 20 on my arm to a 50, because sometimes she actually will finish all 20 of them. God, could you imagine what people must be thinking when they see this ad? A lot of times, the ad goes on for way longer than the initial 14 second time constraint, which I imagine must cause all kinds of bugs.

Over time, the effects of her hot dog binge start to show. She's gone from chunky to chubby, then from chubby to fat. At this point, I can see the outline of her belly button as her fat tummy bulges out against her dress. Her dress, which used to be loose fitting and flowy, is now tight as it presses against her newly developed fat. Her breasts, once modest in size, are now practically bursting out of her cleavage line. Her butt and thighs, which were already pretty sizeable, now not only sway as she walks, but seem to wobble as well. She even seems to be growing an adorable little double chin under her once thin jawline. Despite how much plumper she is now, she's still just as beautiful as she was when all this started. God, am I falling for this woman?

"Wow, that's my favorite dog!" She says as she walks over. She then leans over and starts shoveling hot dogs into her mouth. I really can't imagine what the viewer must be thinking. Jesus, even when she's gorging herself, though, she still looks pretty.

Do I even have a chance with her? I doubt she'd ever go out with a guy like me. I'm just the scrawny, awkward, pathetic loser they put in commercials to make other men feel macho by comparison. And she's the sexy, sauntering lady who's supposed to distract the part of your brain that would realize it's being manipulated to eat a hot dog at REDACTED. I'm already spending the rest of my life with her, so what if she says no? That'll make every commercial after this one feel really awkward.

"Whatcha thinkin about?" she asks cutely. "Um...I, well, I,, I was gonna ask you a question." "Oh really? What were you gonna ask me?" "Well, I, uh...well, um, you see..." I start sweating nervously. She looks at me curiously. I keep stuttering. God, this is going terrible. There's only one thing to do. "Got any more where that came from?!" I say in a loud panic. "What?" She asks, at the same time my dog barks and we cut to the promo,

The all new....grande hot dog supreme! For a limited time only, only at REDACTED!

We then hear the characteristic DONG of the bell.

That definitely could've gone better. Next thing I know, I'm on the park bench again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, before once again leaning over and gobbling up my sausages. Her belly bulges out as she does so, drawing attention to her increasing girth. Her boobs hang down, and I find myself distracted by how they spill over her cleavage line. "So hey, [NOM] what wash it you wanted choo ashk me?" she asks with her mouth full. "Oh, I, uh...well, you see..." she looks at me, fluttering her eyelashes. I continue, "I kinda forgot what I was gonna ask..." "Well, maybe you'll remember it later" she says, giggling cutely. I chuckle nervously.

If I ever wanna ask this girl out, I'm gonna have to clean up my appearance. I pull out my pen so I can write a list of things to do. What first? Well, for starters, I should probably shave this ugly starter mustache. What else...oh, I should probably ditch the jeans and T-shirt and start wearing a suit. I mean, she's already in a nice dress, I might as well have similar attire when I finally go on the date. If we go on a date. I should also start using mouth wash. On that note, maybe use more deodorant? Do girls like cologne? I've heard mixed things. I should also trim my nails.

While I'm busy writing this all on my arm, something happens to my right. The seams on the sides of her dress burst open. "Oops!" she says, "hey, you mind if I borrow that pen real quick?" she asks. I hand her the pen. She sits down next to me, causing her dress to tear even further. She writes on her left arm, 'buy a bigger dress'. She thinks for a moment, then writes under it, 'bring a pen to the park'. "Thanks!" she says, handing it back to me.

The next commercial rolls around. I'm on the park bench again. But this time, I feel different. I'm clean shaven. My breath feels fresher. My pit stained T-shirt and jeans combo has been replaced with a tailored suit. The girl walks over, this time wearing a dress more accustomed to her new size. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she introduces herself, before she begins eating again. "Hey," she speaks after swallowing her third dog, "what'sh with the suit?" "Oh, this? I, uh, I just kinda felt like wearing this today, I guess." "I like it! It's cute!" I blush. "So, uh, hey, I finally remembered what it was I was gonna ask you." "You do! That's great! What was it?" Just then, the ad skips again.

I now see a major flaw in my plan. Even if she says yes to the date, it'll be no use if someone skip-ads us halfway through. I need to wait around for someone willing to watch all the way through. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, leaning over to gobble up more hot dogs. "Hey, by the way, [NOM] you were gonna ashk me shomething?" "Oh, um, I forgot again." She giggles, "Oh well! Maybe next time!"

The ad gets skipped again.

Each day, we continue our routine. I continue to wear my suit, hoping eventually I'll get my chance to ask her out. As time goes on, though, she keeps growing fatter. And fatter. And fatter. She doesn't seem upset, though. Every time she rips another dress, she just chuckles, shrugs, and writes a note on her arm to buy a bigger one. Speaking of which, I do every once in a while have to rewrite the words on my arm. Because I learned the hard way, if I don't, my dumbass genuinely will forget to buy more than one hot dog.

I think this might finally be it. The ad has gone on for three minutes uninterrupted. In that time, she actually has managed to eat all 50 hot dogs. "Mmm, you got any m--" she says, before quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. "Er, I mean, I'm...sad that there's no more hot dogs left." "Oh...d-do you, do you think I should, maybe, start buying more?" "Would you do that for me?! Oh thank you so much!" she says, grabbing my shoulders, pulling me to my feet, and into a soft, squishy hug, all in one motion.

God, she's really big right now. She's already gone through 4 dresses at this point, and number 5 seems to already be getting tight. Her double chin isn't as modest as it was before, now filling up half the space under her jaw. Not quite covering her neck completely, but it's halfway there.

"So, hey," I speak to her, "I..I think...I, so, I've been wondering..." "yeah?" "Would you, er, well, what I mean is, you, um..." I continue stuttering, I start sweating. Just before I'm finally ready to spit it out, the ad gets skipped.

DAMMIT! I had it! ****!

Okay, no one wants to see some guy stuttering nervously for a minute straight. I need to be more confident next time.

"Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, before leaning over and stuffing her fat face. I crane forward so I can get a better view of her massive ass sticking out. "Wow, you actually got 100 dogs for me this time! You're so sweet! How'd you bring them all over here?" "Um....I honestly don't remember." She giggles cutely, "well, as long as you keep it up, I'm a happy girl!"

Again, we continue on. I notice that as time goes on, the viewers tend to wait longer to skip the ad. Probably because they're confused as to why they're watching an obese woman gobbling up hot dogs from a park bench. For some, this confusion is only enough to delay the skip a few seconds, while others will wait for up to a minute, presumably just trying to see where the **** this is going, only to eventually get impatient and give up. Luckily for us, this gives her much more time to stuff her face, without having to constantly stop in between to walk up to the bench and say her iconic catchphrase. And when I say luckily for us, I mean luckily for her, as she's told me personally how much she loves getting more time to eat. Don't get me wrong though, I certainly don't mind her new body. I honestly think she looks just as beautiful now as when this all started out. I also enjoy watching her eat, mostly because I love seeing how happy it makes her. Though I will admit, that's not the only reason...

At some point, I finally get another chance. I actually didn't even realize yet how long the ad had gone on for, I was so busy gawking at her giant, jiggling boobs wobbling around as she eats. Christ, she's gotten so round. That's probably the best way to describe her current shape. Every curve on her now is an outward one, and they're all perfect. She's probably about twice the size she was when I last tried to ask her out. Yet still, just as stunning.

She gulps up the last bite of the last hot dog, savoring every moment of it. She then burps loudly, pats her fat belly, and as if by instinct, starts saying "got any m--" before correcting herself, "erm, I mean, it's crazy how fast 200 hot dogs can disappear." I chuckle. She sits down next to me, the bench creaking under her weight. Her huge ass presses against me. Jesus, that's a huge ass. It's literally propping her up, like a high chair would a child, causing her to stand (well, sit) much taller than me. She looks down at me sweetly, her cute double chin (which now completely swallows up her neck) bulging out as she does so. I feel very intimidated right now. It's okay, just take a deep breath.

I once again try to ask her out. And once again, I turn into a stuttering mess, before the ad cuts out again.

Time goes on. She rapidly gets fatter and fatter. I keep trying to ask her out, and fail every single time.
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************************** CHAPTER 2 **************************

It's been about 4 hours since the ad first launched. And when you multiply that out by watch times, that means we've been doing this for...well, I'd say 4 months, but actually, because of how much longer the ads last now, probably closer to 6? So that's 1 month of us reliving the commercial over and over the way we were supposed to do it, then 5 months of doing it our own way. And needless to say, if someone's been gobbling up hot dogs nonstop for 5 months straight, they're gonna put on some weight.

A lot of weight.

Like, a **** ton of weight.

There's this guy who walks past us every commercial. Except now, he has to start walking on the grass, just so he can get around this gigantic behemoth of a woman.

She walks over to me,


Every footfall creates a small shake in the earth beneath. And creates a jiggle in her huge legs, and their wider-than-a-tree-trunk thighs. And it's not a quick, shuttery jiggle, mind you, or even a slow one that wears out its welcome. It jiggles around at the perfect, sexy speed. God, even when she's the size of a blimp, everything about her is still perfect! She's still wearing her white dress. I assume in a size with at least 99 X's in it. Her belly almost touches the ground, I assume the only reason it doesn't is because the dress is just barely holding it up.

"Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, her mouth watering as she eyes all one thousand hot dogs I bought for her. However, she can't just lean over and grab them. Not anymore. Her gut's simply gotten too big. At first, she solved this by kneeling in front of the bench. But then, she got even fatter, and could no longer reach the bench past her huge tummy. So, she had to start laying on her belly while she ate. But, eventually, she got too fat for even that to work. Her belly became so large, it would actually lift her off the ground as she laid on it, to the point she couldn't even reach the bench. And keep in mind, her gut isn't a solid sphere, it's a jiggly, malleable ball of softness that squishes and spreads out when she lays on it. I say that so you can understand just how big it had to get before she started encountering this problem. Nevertheless, she is stubborn, and soon realized she could just roll forward on her tummy slightly, and she'd be able to reach the food.

With a thousand hot dogs, though, I can no longer just pile them up next to me. I had to place some of them in my lap. So yes, here she is, laying in front of me, her fat, sexy breasts smushed against my legs as she greedily consumes the food in my lap. And Christ are those some knockers! They're literally hanging to the ground! They're not sagging, though, they're perfectly shapely and plump. In fact, not only are they hanging to the ground, they're even bulging against it!

She makes quick work of that food, though, but for some reason takes her time on the last one. Finally, though, after she finishes sucking up the fat sausage in my lap, she moves on to the ones occupying the rest of the bench. First having to get back up, move sideways slightly, then lay back on her belly so she can eat them. Even moved over, though, I can still feel her fat, fat, fat belly lightly rubbing against my shins as she moves around.

Finally, she does finish all 1000 of the calorific wieners. And I don't really think we'll ever run into a viewer with this much patience again, so I just pray I can have the confidence to ask her out this time.

She stands back up, lets out a satisfied burp, then pats her fat gut a few times, causing it to wobble for quite a few seconds. "Godddddddd, that was sooo tasty!" "Well, remind me to buy 2000 next time!" "God, if ONLY!" she giggles. She then turns around and takes a seat to my right. And for the next few seconds, I get to take in just how goddamned humongous she is.

First of all, she doesn't even fit. I'm scooted as far left on the bench as I can, and she can't even fit one ass cheek on the bench. Some of that cheek goes over the right edge, and some of it presses against my thigh and spills into my lap. I can only assume her right butt cheek is being held up by the best wall-sit game I've ever seen. With that said, with an ass so big, would you believe me if I told you her belly's even bigger? Yeah, she's about twice as thick back to front as she is left to right. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. Probably more like 1.5 times as thick. Still though, that's still a pretty big belly!

But remember how I said this only lasted a few seconds? Can you guess why?


She shatters the right half of the bench and falls to the ground.

"Well, I guess I should've seen that coming," she chuckles, "I suppose that's what I get for eating sooo much food!" "It'll be fine. If last time's anything to go by, it'll probably be back in one piece before next commercial." "Christ, I'll have to add that to my resume, 'broke a bench multiple times just by sitting on it'". I chuckle, "I mean, yeah. I'm kinda surprised it didn't shatter my half of the bench too!" I slap my hand over my mouth. ****! Why did I just say that?! Smooth, real smooth. Every girl loves being called fat to her face. Giggling, though, she replies, "I know! I'm such a fatty! To be fair, though, it's definitely worth it! I mean, I'd gladly double my weight just for the chance to eat one more of those scrumptious hot dogs!" "'re...really obsessed with those things, aren't you?" "Sure am!" "But...I mean, you've been eating them nonstop for months now. How are you not sick of them by now?" "Well, I don't know if I've told you this before, but it is my favorite dog."

I immediately burst into laughter. A long fit of laughter, unable to catch my breath. "Jeez, I didn't think it was that funny," she says, smiling. Eventually, though, she herself joined in on the laughter, before eventually it died down.

A short silence ensues.

"H-hey, so...." I ask her, "I've been wondering...would you, maybe, wanna go on a date with me?" She gasps, "OH MY GOD! I thought you'd never ask!" She excitedly pulls me into a hug, pressing me against her soft boobs. " that a yes?" I ask. "YES, YES, YES!!!" she exclaims, squeezing me tighter, "erm, so, where do you wanna go?" she asks, quickly trying to regain her composure. "Um..." ****, I didn't think I'd get this far, "how about a walk in the park?" "Hmm...well, truth be told, I've already spent my whole life so far in the park." "Oh..." "but hey, what about a restaurant?" "Hey, yeah! What are you thinking, REDACTED? REDACTED? REDACTED? Or, if you feel like it, REDACTED." "What about REDACTED?" "Sure!" "Great! Let's go!"

She stands up, and we both start excitedly running/sprinting to the nearest REDACTED. We're still holding our dogs on leashes, but luckily they're both eager to follow behind us. Which probably makes sense, if their minds are like ours, this is probably the most they've ever run in their life.


Every step she takes continues to shake the ground beneath her, and her running only makes it all the more powerful. At some point, she nearly knocked over an elderly couple just by running in the same vicinity as them. They were many feet away, yet with every booming footstep she took, they slowly lost their balance. Luckily, they didn't fall over, but it was a close one.

We finally stop at the edge of the park. Across the street from us is a block containing a wide variety of restaurants: REDACTED, REDACTED, REDACTED, REDACTED, and of course, our destination: REDACTED. We cross the street, and just to drive the point home about her weight, before she even stepped foot off the curb, her belly was already on the other side of the street. Granted, it's a narrow road, just barely two lanes, but still. And as we cross the street, her thunderous footsteps cause all the parked cars nearby to have their alarms go off.

I enter the restaurant's double doors. I notice the loud footsteps stop. When I turn around, I see her stuck in the doorway. "[RRGH!] uh, hey so...a little help?" I grab her arms and try pulling her inside, but she doesn't budge. After a minute or so of her not moving an inch, I finally give up, "look, [whew] I don't think this is gonna work." "What? No, it's gotta work!" "Look, no offense, but even if we somehow manage to squeeze your belly through these doors, there's no way in hell that butt is gonna fit through." She turns her head to look at her ginormous ass, "Yeah, I guess you're right," she giggles, "well, in that case, you might wanna get out of the way."

After backing up several feet, she runs into the door at full speed, her belly tearing the restaurant a new one. The glass windows shatter and the metal bars that once formed the doorframe are completely mangled, but at least she can now get inside. She giddily waddles up to the counter, knocking over the stanchions surrounding the thankfully empty waiting line, "Hi, I'll take one thousand grande hot dog supremes, please!" The short cashier looks shocked. Her face like someone who just got off a scary roller coaster as she looks in disbelief at this gigantic woman in front of her. "Um, excuse me, I said I'll take one thousand grande hot dogs supreme, please?" The cashier finally replies, "oh, uh,, would you like anything else?" "Nope! That'll be--oh wait," she turns around to face me, her huge rear end accidentally knocking over the cash register, "did you wanna order anything too?" "N-no, I already had lunch." I say, blushing. "Alright then, that'll be all!" My date says to the cashier. ", do you want a drink with that?" The cashier asks, still trying to cross off all the items on her list despite the unusual circumstances. "Nope!" "Okay,[sigh] would you like to upgrade your hot dogs to jumbo size?" "JUMBO SIZE?!?!" she asks, her eyes lighting up, "What's that?" "...It's like the normal hot dog...but jumbo sized." "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!! Yes! Upgrade my meal to jumbo size!" she says, jumping up and down in excitement, which causes all the remaining windows in the restaurant to shatter. While the cashier takes the order, I quickly write a note on my arm to order jumbo sized hot dogs next time.

Shortly after placing her order, all 1000 hot dogs shortly arrive at the counter for her to pick up. "Wow! These really ARE jumbo sized!" she says, eyeing the fat, lengthy wieners on the counter, eager to get one in her mouth. She tries to grab one, but can't reach the counter past her vast belly. I try handing her one, but I can't even reach her arms past her vast belly. She tries walking closer to me to see if that helps, but we soon realize there's no way she can get close enough without first suffocating me in her fat. Finally, she backs up, rolls onto her stomach, then grabs a hot dog from the counter to try out. "Mmmh, it'sh good. Oh, DAMMIT!" "What's wrong?" I ask her. "I forgot to ask for toppings!" "M-my apologies ma'am," the cashier apologizes, "Which toppings would you like?" "Um...ketchup and mustard. Oh, and relish. OH, and cheese! Extra cheese! I LOVE cheese!" "Coming right up!" The cashier then throws away the entire order and quickly brings up another set of 1000 hot dogs which already had those exact toppings she listed. Still laying on her belly, my date grabs one of the hot dogs, tries it, "MMMM!!! Thish ish REALLY good!" She then stands up and turns to me. I have to quickly jump out of the way to dodge getting accidentally hit by her belly. "C'mon!" she exclaims with her arms full of hot dogs, "help me get these to our table!" I grab a bunch of hot dogs and we both walk/waddle to the seating area. Along the way, her giant ass gets caught between the sectional wall and the exterior wall, but she eventually squeezes through. Unfortunately, we have to take several trips, which means she repeatedly gets stuck over and over again.

After we haul over all the food, I take a seat. And she, well, tries to do the same. First pulling her high stool-chair as far out from the table as she can, then beginning to sit on it, before it immediately crumbles under her weight and she falls to the ground. The impact nearly causes our table to fall over, and my dog starts barking at her. She giggles, "I almost forgot you were here!" She tries to pet it to calm it down, but can't reach anything past her enormous gut. "I can't believe they let us take our dogs inside," I comment. She replies, "they were probably too distracted by how fucking enormous I am to even notice!" I chuckle.

She rolls onto her stomach and starts gobbling up her hot dogs at a surprising rate. I can't look away from her massive tits, swaying around rhythmically in harmony with her shoveling food into her mouth at a constant pace. And I do mean constant. While eating a hot dog with one hand, the other hand will be grabbing the next one, unwrapping it, and bringing it to her lips just before she finishes her current dog. Perfectly synced, perfectly uniform, all while her arm movements cause her breasts to bounce around at a hypnotic pace.

As she eats, her clothes get tighter. It's not long before the sides of her dress rip. She, of course, isn't fazed one bit, and continues eating and eating. Her dress rips more and more, revealing more and more of her fat, fat body. A rip forms at the front of her belly. Another forms on her cleavage. Another along her back, presumably a result of all her frequent arm movements.

By the time she's done with her food, her dress is barely even holding on. She lets out a satisfied burp and gives her fat belly a few content pats, causing her thick upper arms to jiggle. "God that was good," she smiles at me. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself", I smile back. She rolls backward and sits her butt on the floor. I then hear her struggling again, before she asks "hey, um...could you maybe rub my belly for me?" "U-uh-um..." I stutter nervously. "It's just, it's really big, and I can't reach the front of it." "O-oh, sure..." I hesitantly walk up to her giant, massive, enormous belly, and start rubbing it. It feels really good. "Ohh, yeah, that's better," she says. I start rubbing with both hands, rubbing wider and wider circles, getting lost in the sensation. "You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she asks. "it's just...really soft. And smooth." "fat?" My face turns red. She giggles, "don't be afraid to say it! I'm not offended or anything." "F-fat...but like, in a cute way. Like, the extra pudge makes you even more adorable." "Awwww, you're sweet...hey, could you maybe rub a little higher up?" I start rubbing higher. "A little higher," she says. At some point, I have to climb up on her belly to reach where she's talking about. Right before I'm about to reach her boobs, she puts a finger under my chin and tilts my gaze up to hers. Slowly, we lean in close to each other.

She slowly wraps her fat arms behind my back, and we share a kiss. A long kiss. Before long, it transforms into us making out, and soon after that she asks, "you wanna take this somewhere more private?" "My place?" "Yes" she replies quickly. She then releases the embrace, rolls backward, then stands to her feet. Her dress immediately gives out, the ripped garment falling off her body, leaving behind nothing but a bra, panties, and an absolute **** ton of fat. Her belly now touches the floor.

We leave the restaurant together and I led her to my place. I'm not sure how I knew where to go, I guess it must've just been muscle memory from my other consciousness. When we get to the sidewalk, I have to start walking in front of her, since she takes up the entire sidewalk and then some.

When we reach my place, there's 2 pieces of good news, and 1 piece of bad news. Good news #1, the apartment building has very wide double doors, so she can just barely squeeze inside. Good news #2, my apartment is on the bottom floor, so we don't have to use the elevator or stairs. The bad news, though, is my apartment door is only wide enough for one person. One normal sized person. And this girl is anything but normal sized.

Without any hesitation, she runs into the wall and busts open a hole in it with her titanic tummy. She then grabs me by the hand, yanks me into my apartment, and we start making out on the couch. Within seconds, the couch collapses to the floor under her gargantuan weight, but neither of us care. Our dogs walk into the kitchen, and start licking from a water bowl...each from a different water bowl. Why are there two water bowls? Maybe I have a second dog? One that I've just never brought to the park?

Before I have a chance to further ponder on this, she grabs my hands and places them on her boobs. Her fat, soft, gigantic boobs. She starts kissing my neck. I begin caressing her wonderful belly. She sees the words written on my arm, 'buy 1000 jumbo sized hot dogs'. She pulls out a pen from her purse, wipes off the 1, and puts down a 2. "Wow, you're gonna get REALLY fat." I say. "Yeah, I know," she says, before putting her mouth back on my neck.

After a while, we decide we need to grab a condom. I go to my bedroom, where I see a king sized bed, with two nightstands. Odd. From there I head to the master bathroom. I then proceed to stand there in disbelief for several seconds.

Pretty soon, I hear loud, thunderous footsteps, followed by the sound of a feminine voice struggling to squeeze through a door, before just crashing open another hole in the wall. "What's taking so long, baby?" she asks, wrapping her arms over my shoulders (first having to roll onto her belly so she can even reach me). "I...I don't think I live here alone..." I say, looking at the makeup on the counter, the tampons on a shelf, and the towels saying 'for him' and 'for her'. "Uh oh," she begins to panic. I hear the thud as she gets back to her feet, "are you cheating with me? Am I gonna be the end of a relationship? Or worse, what if you're married! Am I a home wrecker?" as she says this, her gigantic ass accidentally knocks over a table, breaking the vase and photo that sat atop it.


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She looks at the damage, "hey, wait, come look at this." I look at the photo, pulling it out of the shattered glass frame. "Wait, this...this is you and me." "Yeah. Except I'm not fat yet." I see another photo on one of the nightstands. It's also of her and I, this time she's a bit pudgier, and we're both kissing. "Have we been living together this whole time?" "I guess that would explain why the way here felt kinda familiar," she says, "hey wait, I think I see condoms in that drawer!" she points to a slightly open drawer on one of the nightstands. I open it. Next to the condoms, though, is a scrapbook. The cover photo is us together. She's holding two fingers behind my head.

I start flipping through the album, looking through the compendium of all the time we've spent together without even knowing about it. She, meanwhile, shuffles around the room, trying in vain to find a position where she can get a good view of the book whilst a giant wall of fat separates us. She basically destroys all the furniture in my (well, our) room in the process, including the bed I'm sitting on. In her defense, though, she fills up more than a quarter of the room in terms of area, so can you really blame her for not being able to maneuver around it? Eventually, we negotiate a position whereby she sits on the floor, I sit on the belly shelf next to her boob, she lovingly envelops me in her fat, cushiony arms, and we can finally look through the photo album together.

Each photo depicts us together, smiling widely. Sincere smiles, none of them look like we were only smiling for the camera. We're seen at a wide variety of places, too, like REDACTED, REDACTED, REDACTED, the football stadium, and even at REDACTED! From what I can gather, we started hanging out on the same day I got that splinter. Where we apparently enjoyed each other's company so much, we took a picture to commemorate it? There aren't really any notes, just the occasional caption here or there. Like several pages later, where we're seen kissing. The photo caption says (in her handwriting) 'First Date'. By this point, she's already plumped up quite a bit, her belly jutting out just as far as her boobs. Needless to say, as the pages go on, she continually gets fatter and fatter. Yet her beautiful smile never falters. She always seems as happy and cheery as ever. There aren't any photos like 'diet day 1', or 'first day of my fitness journey'. There aren't even any photos of her sucking it in, she just completely embraces her fuller figure. Hell, sometimes, she'll even make a photo or caption joking about her extra weight. Like one where she sticks her belly in the face hole for a dinosaur-themed photo stand-in, captioned 'GRR, FEED ME!'. Or a much later photo where she's seen wearing a cowboy hat, filling an entire bed, captioned 'this bed ain't big enough for the two of us!'.

We don't look through the whole album, but we do skim through. At some point, we go too far, and it's just blank white pages. I back up a bit, and I see an empty slot, with a caption in my handwriting, 'she says yes', with a question mark after it in pencil. There's no photo in it. But there is a ring.

She gasps, "Oh my god! He was gonna propose to her! You were gonna propose to me!" My face goes bright red. I speak, "I can't believe it, this whole time, I've been trying to ask you out, and it turns out we were dating all along. Not only that, but we're gonna be married soon?" "Well," she interjects, releasing me from her soft embrace, "THEY'RE gonna be married. We're still kinda, you know...just dating..." I blush, "oh, y-yeah, I guess you're right..." "buuut you know," she says, looking me in the eyes, "It'd be kinda nice to get married. Or at least engaged. Once in my life. I mean, god knows how long we have left before REDACTED pulls the plug on this shitty commercial." I sit there silently. My throat feels dry. I can hardly breathe. She continues, "and I mean, it's not like I need to get to know you much better. I've literally known you my whole life. And even from day one, I kinda already knew you were...well...and I mean, we're already dressed up. Well, you're dressed up, my clothes are in shambles..." she chuckles lightly. Finally, I get the courage. I pull out the ring from the scrapbook. I get down on one knee (still situated on top of her belly). She gasps, and before I even let out a sound, she screams "YES!!!", pulling me into the tightest, softest, squishiest hug so far. My bones feel on the verge of breaking from how tight it is. "YES! YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!" She excitedly jumps up and down. Pieces of the ceiling come crashing down. "perfect", I say weakly, but still smiling.

She loosens up on the hug, and we start making out. She rips off my suit. I reach as far back as I can and unhook her bra. "Oh god, take me! TAKE ME!" She exclaims. I grab the condoms, and we have anal sex. Right there where the bed used to be. "OH GOD! I'M GONNA COME!" "OH GOD! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME!" "I'M GONNA FINISH! AAAAAA--"


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