~BBW (Multiple) Exteme Eating, Lesbian Sex, ~XWG - friendship can be fattening - esp with supportive hubbies
Jack and I moved into our new house at the end of a quiet cul de sac in a modest neighborhood. It was a happy time for us, but I dreaded the near future. Jack would leave in 30 days for sea duty; and be gone for 6 months.
I have always been a little heavy; especially in the thighs and hips. Jack always told me he liked my figure; but I know how hard it is to keep the weight off when I am alone. At 5'-7" and 140 pounds, I can spread the weight well enough to wear most clothing styles. But in our five years, I have ballooned up to 165 on two occasions. In fact right now I am near 150; but Jack seems to like it.
It was to my delight that I met Nancy, next door. She was single, about my same size, and I figured she would make a good friend. We talked many times in the 30 days before Jack left. But, the day after Jack left was a real turning point in my life. I remember that morning so well.
I got up early, determined to keep myself busy and not just sit around the house and eat all day. I walked out to get the morning paper. Nancy was out as well. After brief conversation I invited her to coffee.
Once inside, I put on a pot of coffee, and asked if she wanted any toast with our coffee. Nancy asked if I had ever had cinnamon pie? No, I said. So she took over in the kitchen. It took nearly an hour, but the time passed quickly as we chatted about this and that. Then we sat down to scrambled eggs, sausage, and cinnamon pie. The pie was multiple layers of bread dough, cinnamon and a white powder sugar and rum sauce. Nancy made enough for six people, but we managed to eat it all.
This began an every morning ritual. We traded the cooking chores; each one trying to out perform the other. Of course both of us began to gain weight. We laughed after two weeks. Nancy had pushed the limits of her 36C bra. I took her up stairs to my collection of fat clothes. My bras started at 36D. I had sizes ranging up to 40DD. In fact, I had already started back into my 38D's the day before. Kiddingly, we decided that if this keeps up, we will need to go shopping.
But after a month I was into my 40DD again, and even my largest blue jeans were too tight. Nancy was filling out as well. I noticed she had begun wearing an old sweat suit that must have been loose at one time. Our mornings were beginning to drift into late afternoons. Most days we watched the TV soap operas and talk shows. Munching on goodies and talking at every commercial. One day I told Nancy it was time to go shopping. Both of us were bulging over all our clothes. Nancy was well into my old 38DD bras. I had already purchased two 42DD bras at the local Wal Mart. I had not dared to get on a scale. But, I decided that before shopping, I would need to know if I was over my old 165 mark. I suspected I was. I was 171.
We had fun that day. We made three trips to the car with armloads of packages. After shopping, we decided we would indulge ourselves. It was Friday afternoon; and Monday we would start our diet. A quick trip to the video store, then Kentucky Fried Chicken, where we talked ourselves into two of the large barrels, and finally, the donut shop for two dozen Boston Creme filled donuts. We watched movies, and gorged ourselves. By 9:30 we were stuffed, but by midnight we were hungry again. We ordered two large pan pizzas from an all night pizza shop.
It was five months into Jack's sea duty when one morning I awoke feeling especially sensuous. I lay in bed running my hand up from my huge hips, across the bulge of my growing belly, and then massaged my breasts. I had weighed myself before going to bed. I was 243.
I think my hips were the first part of me that I began to notice with my expanding new size. I began to bump into things, forgetting to make wider turns. Especially, in crowded stores. But now my belly and breasts were also growing rapidly. As I lay in bed I felt so large, but strangely, very sexy. I had written Jack that I had gained some weight, but I didn't dare tell him how much.
In his return letter, he said he didn't mind. He confessed that he had always preferred heavier women. He said he would love me no matter what size I was. That made my new size all the more sensuous. In this same letter, he said they may not be home in only six months. They were stationed in the Gulf, it could be up to a year. I was sad, but somewhat relieved. Maybe I would have time to shed some pounds.
Nancy came over that morning. She too had ballooned in these five months. Although, I had grown very wide at the hips; Nancy seemed to be more of a barrel shape. I had noticed a month ago that Nancy's belly had grown to the point that her pants were bulging. She quite wearing her zipper jeans and began wearing stretch pants. It was almost a little exciting watching her expand.
After our usual morning cooking fest, we sat on the couch watching our morning TV. Nancy had brought over a huge tub of butter brickle ice cream. It was the five gallon size tub from the local ice cream store. We emptied the tub into two large salad serving bowls. Then poured on the butterscotch topping, and whipped cream. We sat on the couch, our feet propped on the coffee table. We seemed to be sitting unusually close that day. I could feel my hip against her. But I began to realize that we were outgrowing the small love seat type couch we were sitting on. I could feel the arm of the love seat against my other hip.
By noon we were both so stuffed. I felt like I was exploding inside my clothes. This last month my breasts seemed to be swelling larger and larger at each meal. I reached up under my sweat shirt and pulled up my bra to let my breasts flop out from underneath. Then Nancy rolled up on her side and came very close to me. She asked if I would un-snap her bra.
As I rolled toward her, I realized the size of both of us for the first time. It would be nearly impossible to reach around her. Nancy pulled her sweater up and over her head. As I struggled to reach around her, our mammoth breasts touched. I felt a stimulation so strong. I felt Nancy pull at the bottom of my sweat shirt. Before long our bare breasts were touching and we kissed. Without a word we both rose and took each others hand. I led, as we waddled, so full, and our breasts swayed back and forth. We waddled to my bedroom.
For three hours we explored the huge bodies that had been covered up these last months. Nancy's breasts and belly were huge. She was now wearing a 48FF bra. I was wearing a 46DD; and a little jealous since at one time I was bigger than her. We decided to measure ourselves. We made it a contest, measuring over our bras, and at the widest parts of the waste and the hips, the largest total would win. The loser had to cook dinner that night. Nancy was 54-58-60, a total of 172 inches; and I was 50-54-70, a total of 174.
Nancy left to go to the store and prepare for tonights dinner. Since it was another Friday night, I went to the video store. I got four romantic movies. The dinner Nancy fixed reminded me of Thanksgiving at my grandmothers house. She had Turkey, Ham, 20 pounds of mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and green beans in a thick mushroom sauce. She bought three pecan pies, and three pumpkin pies as well. That night we watched the movies, polishing off the dinner and two of the pies. We watched the last movie in my bedroom, with four pies to go. After the movie we made love as we had learned to do. Over and over, after each orgasm, another slice of pie. It was nearly 6 am when we finally slept.
All weekend we ate and touched, and loved and ate. We did not get dressed until Monday. Each of us must have gained twenty pounds. That afternoon it was necessary to go to the shopping mall. We also stopped at a large size store that specializes in large bras and lingerie. I bought two 48DD, but decided to prepare myself by getting two 50DD as well. Nancy bought 50FF and 52FF. Then we both indulged ourselves with beautiful pink flowing silk nightgowns.
We began sleeping together every night. Our sexual fantasies always ended in food fests. We had several long conversations about what would happen when Jack returned. We knew this couldn't last forever. We both resigned ourselves to the fulfillment of both our hunger and sexual cravings. We spent most nights together.
I bought a new king size bed. We were both well over 300 pounds. I could no longer walk through a doorway without turning sideways. I remember the first time I felt my hips touching the door frame. It was a morning after one of our weekend binges. As I waddled to the door in only my nightgown, each side of me felt the door frame. I was very turned on by this. I stood in front of the mirror for five minutes admiring how large I had become.
I thought: I sure hope that Jack likes a really large woman. I went back to bed and Nancy and I had an intimacy that was beyond anything I have ever experienced. For nearly four hours we touched and worked our way through rolls of fat. Then we ate ice cream and butterscotch; that was becoming a real craving for us.
Over the next several months the intensity of our eating and our sex grew. I remember a two week period in which we binged from morning to night. I never did get to wear my new 50DD bras. I spent those two weeks in my night gown mostly. The first attempt I made to put on my new bra, I overflowed in every direction.
Nancy let me have her old 52FF bras. I remember putting on her bra and just holding my huge breasts. With the bra on it pulled my breasts up. I even found I was a little off balance while walking. The size of my breasts excited me. I went to my closet and found a white blouse, a recent purchase. But I couldn't button it. None of my blouses fit. I found my largest sweater. Even though it was August, I headed for the mall. Waddling and swaying. I had to borrow Nancy's pants.
When Jack finally arrived home, I found that he was not only attracted to me, but absolutely infatuated with my size. I was about 390 pounds. I quickly found that sleeping with Jack was a new experience. My hips had become so wide that when sleeping on my side, if I rolled too far I had a tendency to roll over on top of Jack. He seemed so skinny.
Nancy and I usually began our night facing each other. Nancy was a good prop to hold me from rolling over on my belly. Nancy admitted later that she never had this problem since her belly protruded much farther than mine. So one day Nancy got out a measuring tape and had me lay on my side. My butt measured 42" straight up from the bed. Since I was so wide at the hips, I had begun sleeping with pillows under my rib cage. Otherwise, my back was strained in a sideways curve that was not natural. I also found that my breasts were so large now, that in order to roll over, I had to slide my hand underneath and assist them.
In the next year, our weight gain started to taper off. Nancy and I could not spend our binge weekends together. But we spent our mornings, as usual. Nancy would kid me that I had the best of both worlds. I had sex with Nancy in the morning, and Jack at night. I truly was happy with this arrangement. Nancy and I both passed 400 in the same week. My weight drifted up to about 420, but then seemed to stay there. Nancy went over 500. We had a little celebration and measured ourselves again. I was wearing a 54FF bra, the largest commonly made. Nancy was buying custom bras by then. She measured 88-72-80, for a total of 240 inches. I measured 66-70-96 for a total of 232. Nancy won this time.
What I enjoyed most about my love sessions with Nancy was our huge breasts. I had fantasies about growing larger. Most of my weight gain over the last several months was in my breasts. I keep stuffing myself during the day in hopes of getting larger. I outgrew my 54FF bra. I started buying bras at the custom store where Nancy got her's.
After about a year of Jack being home, I had pushed myself to 468 pounds. I could not seem to go over that. But my breasts were huge. I went to the custom store for one more new size. I remember the woman taking a very large adjustable cup form from a shelf and fitting my breast into it. She said if the cup numbering system were continued beyond HH, this cup would be an MM. I was excited. I had four bras custom made. They had triple layers of silky material for strength, and lace on the outside. I remember putting one on before leaving the store. It took several minutes of arranging, and packing each breast into the cups. I noticed that with my breasts lifted with the better support of the new bra, my dress was very snug at the top.
Nancy met Frank and they moved a year after Jack came home. Frank loved Nancy at her weight of 535 pounds. Both our husbands know that we are best of friends; but neither of them know how close we are. Since it is a four hour drive, our husbands give us permission to meet in the middle once a month. We spend our weekend gorging and watching movies in the motel, just for old times sake.
The Breakfast Club
by Anonymous
by Anonymous
Jack and I moved into our new house at the end of a quiet cul de sac in a modest neighborhood. It was a happy time for us, but I dreaded the near future. Jack would leave in 30 days for sea duty; and be gone for 6 months.
I have always been a little heavy; especially in the thighs and hips. Jack always told me he liked my figure; but I know how hard it is to keep the weight off when I am alone. At 5'-7" and 140 pounds, I can spread the weight well enough to wear most clothing styles. But in our five years, I have ballooned up to 165 on two occasions. In fact right now I am near 150; but Jack seems to like it.
It was to my delight that I met Nancy, next door. She was single, about my same size, and I figured she would make a good friend. We talked many times in the 30 days before Jack left. But, the day after Jack left was a real turning point in my life. I remember that morning so well.
I got up early, determined to keep myself busy and not just sit around the house and eat all day. I walked out to get the morning paper. Nancy was out as well. After brief conversation I invited her to coffee.
Once inside, I put on a pot of coffee, and asked if she wanted any toast with our coffee. Nancy asked if I had ever had cinnamon pie? No, I said. So she took over in the kitchen. It took nearly an hour, but the time passed quickly as we chatted about this and that. Then we sat down to scrambled eggs, sausage, and cinnamon pie. The pie was multiple layers of bread dough, cinnamon and a white powder sugar and rum sauce. Nancy made enough for six people, but we managed to eat it all.
This began an every morning ritual. We traded the cooking chores; each one trying to out perform the other. Of course both of us began to gain weight. We laughed after two weeks. Nancy had pushed the limits of her 36C bra. I took her up stairs to my collection of fat clothes. My bras started at 36D. I had sizes ranging up to 40DD. In fact, I had already started back into my 38D's the day before. Kiddingly, we decided that if this keeps up, we will need to go shopping.
But after a month I was into my 40DD again, and even my largest blue jeans were too tight. Nancy was filling out as well. I noticed she had begun wearing an old sweat suit that must have been loose at one time. Our mornings were beginning to drift into late afternoons. Most days we watched the TV soap operas and talk shows. Munching on goodies and talking at every commercial. One day I told Nancy it was time to go shopping. Both of us were bulging over all our clothes. Nancy was well into my old 38DD bras. I had already purchased two 42DD bras at the local Wal Mart. I had not dared to get on a scale. But, I decided that before shopping, I would need to know if I was over my old 165 mark. I suspected I was. I was 171.
We had fun that day. We made three trips to the car with armloads of packages. After shopping, we decided we would indulge ourselves. It was Friday afternoon; and Monday we would start our diet. A quick trip to the video store, then Kentucky Fried Chicken, where we talked ourselves into two of the large barrels, and finally, the donut shop for two dozen Boston Creme filled donuts. We watched movies, and gorged ourselves. By 9:30 we were stuffed, but by midnight we were hungry again. We ordered two large pan pizzas from an all night pizza shop.
It was five months into Jack's sea duty when one morning I awoke feeling especially sensuous. I lay in bed running my hand up from my huge hips, across the bulge of my growing belly, and then massaged my breasts. I had weighed myself before going to bed. I was 243.
I think my hips were the first part of me that I began to notice with my expanding new size. I began to bump into things, forgetting to make wider turns. Especially, in crowded stores. But now my belly and breasts were also growing rapidly. As I lay in bed I felt so large, but strangely, very sexy. I had written Jack that I had gained some weight, but I didn't dare tell him how much.
In his return letter, he said he didn't mind. He confessed that he had always preferred heavier women. He said he would love me no matter what size I was. That made my new size all the more sensuous. In this same letter, he said they may not be home in only six months. They were stationed in the Gulf, it could be up to a year. I was sad, but somewhat relieved. Maybe I would have time to shed some pounds.
Nancy came over that morning. She too had ballooned in these five months. Although, I had grown very wide at the hips; Nancy seemed to be more of a barrel shape. I had noticed a month ago that Nancy's belly had grown to the point that her pants were bulging. She quite wearing her zipper jeans and began wearing stretch pants. It was almost a little exciting watching her expand.
After our usual morning cooking fest, we sat on the couch watching our morning TV. Nancy had brought over a huge tub of butter brickle ice cream. It was the five gallon size tub from the local ice cream store. We emptied the tub into two large salad serving bowls. Then poured on the butterscotch topping, and whipped cream. We sat on the couch, our feet propped on the coffee table. We seemed to be sitting unusually close that day. I could feel my hip against her. But I began to realize that we were outgrowing the small love seat type couch we were sitting on. I could feel the arm of the love seat against my other hip.
By noon we were both so stuffed. I felt like I was exploding inside my clothes. This last month my breasts seemed to be swelling larger and larger at each meal. I reached up under my sweat shirt and pulled up my bra to let my breasts flop out from underneath. Then Nancy rolled up on her side and came very close to me. She asked if I would un-snap her bra.
As I rolled toward her, I realized the size of both of us for the first time. It would be nearly impossible to reach around her. Nancy pulled her sweater up and over her head. As I struggled to reach around her, our mammoth breasts touched. I felt a stimulation so strong. I felt Nancy pull at the bottom of my sweat shirt. Before long our bare breasts were touching and we kissed. Without a word we both rose and took each others hand. I led, as we waddled, so full, and our breasts swayed back and forth. We waddled to my bedroom.
For three hours we explored the huge bodies that had been covered up these last months. Nancy's breasts and belly were huge. She was now wearing a 48FF bra. I was wearing a 46DD; and a little jealous since at one time I was bigger than her. We decided to measure ourselves. We made it a contest, measuring over our bras, and at the widest parts of the waste and the hips, the largest total would win. The loser had to cook dinner that night. Nancy was 54-58-60, a total of 172 inches; and I was 50-54-70, a total of 174.
Nancy left to go to the store and prepare for tonights dinner. Since it was another Friday night, I went to the video store. I got four romantic movies. The dinner Nancy fixed reminded me of Thanksgiving at my grandmothers house. She had Turkey, Ham, 20 pounds of mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and green beans in a thick mushroom sauce. She bought three pecan pies, and three pumpkin pies as well. That night we watched the movies, polishing off the dinner and two of the pies. We watched the last movie in my bedroom, with four pies to go. After the movie we made love as we had learned to do. Over and over, after each orgasm, another slice of pie. It was nearly 6 am when we finally slept.
All weekend we ate and touched, and loved and ate. We did not get dressed until Monday. Each of us must have gained twenty pounds. That afternoon it was necessary to go to the shopping mall. We also stopped at a large size store that specializes in large bras and lingerie. I bought two 48DD, but decided to prepare myself by getting two 50DD as well. Nancy bought 50FF and 52FF. Then we both indulged ourselves with beautiful pink flowing silk nightgowns.
We began sleeping together every night. Our sexual fantasies always ended in food fests. We had several long conversations about what would happen when Jack returned. We knew this couldn't last forever. We both resigned ourselves to the fulfillment of both our hunger and sexual cravings. We spent most nights together.
I bought a new king size bed. We were both well over 300 pounds. I could no longer walk through a doorway without turning sideways. I remember the first time I felt my hips touching the door frame. It was a morning after one of our weekend binges. As I waddled to the door in only my nightgown, each side of me felt the door frame. I was very turned on by this. I stood in front of the mirror for five minutes admiring how large I had become.
I thought: I sure hope that Jack likes a really large woman. I went back to bed and Nancy and I had an intimacy that was beyond anything I have ever experienced. For nearly four hours we touched and worked our way through rolls of fat. Then we ate ice cream and butterscotch; that was becoming a real craving for us.
Over the next several months the intensity of our eating and our sex grew. I remember a two week period in which we binged from morning to night. I never did get to wear my new 50DD bras. I spent those two weeks in my night gown mostly. The first attempt I made to put on my new bra, I overflowed in every direction.
Nancy let me have her old 52FF bras. I remember putting on her bra and just holding my huge breasts. With the bra on it pulled my breasts up. I even found I was a little off balance while walking. The size of my breasts excited me. I went to my closet and found a white blouse, a recent purchase. But I couldn't button it. None of my blouses fit. I found my largest sweater. Even though it was August, I headed for the mall. Waddling and swaying. I had to borrow Nancy's pants.
When Jack finally arrived home, I found that he was not only attracted to me, but absolutely infatuated with my size. I was about 390 pounds. I quickly found that sleeping with Jack was a new experience. My hips had become so wide that when sleeping on my side, if I rolled too far I had a tendency to roll over on top of Jack. He seemed so skinny.
Nancy and I usually began our night facing each other. Nancy was a good prop to hold me from rolling over on my belly. Nancy admitted later that she never had this problem since her belly protruded much farther than mine. So one day Nancy got out a measuring tape and had me lay on my side. My butt measured 42" straight up from the bed. Since I was so wide at the hips, I had begun sleeping with pillows under my rib cage. Otherwise, my back was strained in a sideways curve that was not natural. I also found that my breasts were so large now, that in order to roll over, I had to slide my hand underneath and assist them.
In the next year, our weight gain started to taper off. Nancy and I could not spend our binge weekends together. But we spent our mornings, as usual. Nancy would kid me that I had the best of both worlds. I had sex with Nancy in the morning, and Jack at night. I truly was happy with this arrangement. Nancy and I both passed 400 in the same week. My weight drifted up to about 420, but then seemed to stay there. Nancy went over 500. We had a little celebration and measured ourselves again. I was wearing a 54FF bra, the largest commonly made. Nancy was buying custom bras by then. She measured 88-72-80, for a total of 240 inches. I measured 66-70-96 for a total of 232. Nancy won this time.
What I enjoyed most about my love sessions with Nancy was our huge breasts. I had fantasies about growing larger. Most of my weight gain over the last several months was in my breasts. I keep stuffing myself during the day in hopes of getting larger. I outgrew my 54FF bra. I started buying bras at the custom store where Nancy got her's.
After about a year of Jack being home, I had pushed myself to 468 pounds. I could not seem to go over that. But my breasts were huge. I went to the custom store for one more new size. I remember the woman taking a very large adjustable cup form from a shelf and fitting my breast into it. She said if the cup numbering system were continued beyond HH, this cup would be an MM. I was excited. I had four bras custom made. They had triple layers of silky material for strength, and lace on the outside. I remember putting one on before leaving the store. It took several minutes of arranging, and packing each breast into the cups. I noticed that with my breasts lifted with the better support of the new bra, my dress was very snug at the top.
Nancy met Frank and they moved a year after Jack came home. Frank loved Nancy at her weight of 535 pounds. Both our husbands know that we are best of friends; but neither of them know how close we are. Since it is a four hour drive, our husbands give us permission to meet in the middle once a month. We spend our weekend gorging and watching movies in the motel, just for old times sake.
