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~BBW, SSBBW, ~~WG, Force Feeding, Gluttony – Twins from the wrong side of the tracks pattern their life after their favorite video game.

Author’s Note: Perhaps not to everyone’s taste, this tale is one of my more extreme writings for sure. It starts out kind of slow, but Part 2 (if I should get to it) will pick up steam.

The Lancaster Twins
by elroycohen

Part 1: Momma’s Helpers

The Backstory


It was most likely a forgone conclusion that identical twin brothers Lewis and Lester Lancaster would end up turning to a life of crime, although the way then ended up doing it was a bit unorthodox. They were troublemakers from a broken home growing up who turned into degenerates who broke their home as they got older.

They had some things going for them. They were good looking for sure. Tall blonde and handsome times two. Plus they were distinctive. The pair had light hazel eye color that in certain light almost looked like gold. They got their looks from their parents. Their father, Dirk, was the tall dark and handsome type from the wrong side of the tracks and their mother, Stephanie, was a gorgeous spoiled rich brat with an hourglass figure that was alluring if a tad soft in the middle. They were the typical star crossed lovers and judging by the results they should have listened to everyone and left well enough alone. Of course they did not and Stephanie was knocked up just days after her eighteenth birthday and was immediately cut off and disowned by her father and was forced to go shack up in the tiny house Dirk lived in by himself since his folks were both in jail. There was no marriage needed for the honeymoon to be over. With the twins Stephanie swelled up into a beach ball shape and could barely pull her pants up by herself during the third trimester. Not that she tried. As lazy as she was she ordered Dirk around to do everything for her while she stuffed herself with White Castle on the couch. Dirk lost interest in starting a family pretty quickly (if he ever really was interested) and was seldom around. Not that he was working or anything of that sort.

So obviously Lewis and Lester did not have much of a role model parenting wise with a cheating deadbeat father and their mother was the laziest of slackers. But in that environment Lewis and Lester not only took after dear old mom and dad but went above and beyond their slacker parents. In fact their parents were in their eyes the root of their main problem. As soon as they were old enough to start causing trouble they desperately wanted to be free of the little discipline they were given (usually when Dirk or Stephanie were angry). So they managed to videotape one of their father’s extracurricular sessions with some waitress which gave them the freedom of never having to worry about reprimand. He eventually took off for good one day giving the twins their first moral victory.

Stephanie was a little more involved. Bored, lazy and bitter she loved to fill her time getting into the twins’ business. When she would go to after school meetings with teachers and hear what kind of trouble the boys caused she revelled in grounding them if only to have them around to yell and nag at and do things for her. She seemed bothered by the existence of the twins even when they were not doing anything mischievous since it interfered with her TV and snacking time to yell at them. That was not something the persistent twins were going to allow. So for their couch potato mother they laced all her drinks and whatever food they could with weight gain powder they lifted from the department store. Sedentary Steph never lost much of the baby weight and loved to eat anyway so even early on when the twin didn’t really know what they were doing other then to sprinkle the powder on food like salt, weight piled onto the former cheerleading captain’s form. Besides, the woman who once had it all did not need much of a reason to develop bad eating habits after being left by her man and stranded with the twins from hell. By the time the twins caught on enough to really know what they were doing she was already over 250 pounds and got up off the couch to yell at them only if she heard something break. She would much rather sit on the couch barefoot with a chilidog and beer in front of her then go to see the teachers about her sons’ terrible behavior. The twins easily beat her to phone calls about their skipping school and simply hung up and told her it was a wrong number and could easily outrun her when they needed to “borrow” money from her purse. Once they figured out how the powder worked and really started to add the calories to her already gluttonous meals she inflated like a Thanksgiving Day parade blimp. Before she had time to really contemplate what was happening she was beyond obese. She gained so much so fast that her muscles had trouble carrying around the extra flesh that almost appeared from thin air. Soon the boys could do practically whatever they wanted right in the next room without fear of her trying to lift her eventually 84 inch ass off the crushed couch cushions where she stayed day and night. Once anchored in place by her globular rear and sagging gut the twins did little things to let mom know who was really in charge. Her precious remote would be upstairs when she woke up if she did anything that resembled parenting, forcing her to make the long trek up the creaky staircase and then back down. If she really did something out of line like ask them how school was Lewis would crank the heat up to ninety a couple hours before she would wake up so she would be dripping sweat and forced to waddle down the hall to change the thermostat back. Soon mom resigned herself to reality and things got better, in fact the relationship between her and her boys was surprisingly good. Eventually mom gave up caring about the boys misguided actions and instead took a greater interest in the one thing that was easy for her to do: eat. By eating more of the same food that was already fattening her at an awe inspiring rate she sealed her fate and unknown to her helped shaped the twins idea of the perfect woman. Docile, dependant and outrageously fat became what the boys envisioned as the ideal female. Not that they had much time for girlfriends as they worked like mad to lay the groundwork for their life of crime. But they did develop a strong bond with mom. They would come home and check on her and make sure she had enough food before they went off about their business. Mom got comfortable enough in her situation that she would nag the boys about their less then moral lifestyle in a very passive aggressive way. The twins would placate her while they were there and bring out another few orders of Chinese. And so it went. What started out as a plot to be free of parental control became the twins unwavering act of love.
 

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The twins had many personality quirks. Lewis obsessed over the movie Nightmare on Elm Street. He scared friends with a handmade replica of Freddy’s glove, and rightfully so. Lewis swung it around with same evil flourish of his hero. And he was the calm level headed one.

Lester was the hothead. He would lose his temper at anybody, anyone or anything over nothing at all really. His temper was the thing that eventually gave him the one feature that distinguished him from his identical looking brother, a long scar along his right cheek. Ironically it was given to him by Lewis during one of their many skirmishes. They only time Lester was calm was playing video games. He could play for hours and sit quiet and still, but five minutes in a social situation and he was annoyed and yelling.

The twins were like living anime villains, or more correctly living video game characters, since they ended up modeling their life on one of their favorites. One night after playing Grand Theft Auto 3 for 72 hours straight Lewis, the brains of the duo who was hopped up on Mountain Dew and cigarettes, had an epiphany. “We should so do this for real. I mean we could, I think. Yeah…definitely we could.” Lester grunted, which he was prone to do more often then speak and the pair put down their controllers and went to the garage to find a crowbar.

It did not start out too promising as after using the crowbar to get into a car they were both quite disappointed when the car did not automatically start up for them. “Dammit, what’s wrong with this thing!” Lester screamed while pounding the steering wheel to oblivion.”

Unlike like most fools who make poor impulsive decisions the twins, believe it or not, thrived at their newfound hobby, despite the false start. You could call part of it luck, but the guys would definitely have to have more then luck on their side to excel at a criminal lifestyle they learned from a fantasy video game. Truth was once they had a goal and put their mind to something the pair was pretty much unstoppable. Lewis was the calm cool thinker and Lester was the guy willing to do anything without fear. They ended up being good at what they did once they got their feet wet. Just like the game they mimicked they started out small and worked up. When Lewis eventually figured out the art of hotwiring cars he tried to unload a few stolen rides and made a connection at a local chop shop and got a job working for the crusty old man that ran the place. Once inside he made numerous connections that lead him to other “odd” jobs that allowed him to make a decent income and “network” in the underworld.

The less intelligent Lester started on the streets working for a pot dealer. He smoked more then he ever sold but he made a few connections himself. After a while even he had branched out and had his hand in numerous underhanded dealings. He was more of a thug for hire, but being a thug is not a bad paying gig if you are good at what you are told to do.

Within a couple years the twins had enough going on they started bringing some of their work home. They ran fixed poker games for low level mob types and stored appliances that had “fallen off the truck” until a buyer could be found. Not that it was a problem. Momma just went from not knowing what the boys were up to at all to seeing it go on right in front of her. Not that there was much she could do. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 800 pounds she was just content to have the TV remote and her 13,000 calories a day. Her upper arms looked to take most of that weight the way they spread out like sides of beef against her bloated torso and shook like sacks of Jell-O whenever she shifted to try and get up. She was still somewhat mobile. The twins made her answer the door if there was a question about who was there when the buzzer rang. “Time to get your exercise, momma!” Lewis would bark if the doorbell would ring unexpectedly. “If it’s the cops, we’re not here!” She was big enough if it was the cops they could not see around her to anything that was inside and most times she was clad only in a t-shirt that fit her best three hundred pound ago so anyone who was not clued in to the Lancaster house did not stick around long once they were met by a woman the size of a small car spilling out of a AC/DC concert shirt red faced and sweating and screaming at them about making her get up.

The twins’ endeavors progressed to the point that inside of five years they were quite well off. They were working hard to achieve it but they had a small fortune to work with. Enough to move up to the next level and rent apartments and offices in neighboring towns to spread out their empire, just like in their inspirational video game.

Momma was not left in the lurch when the twins moved on. The boys bought her a reinforced couch, a 51 inch television and a pair of in in-home nurses to keep her stuffed, clean and relieved when she had to be. 1,200 pounds doesn’t move around all that well by itself. She was essentially a massive blob with fat, stubby arms sticking out. Her belly cascaded over her lap and hid all but her round, lard covered feet. Although there was really no need to keep mom on the couch anymore the whole concept of fattening mom had become something of a tradition in the twins’ eyes. Now that she was no longer any type of threat to their being able to do what they wanted the twins felt compelled to take good care of their mother and in their minds that meant keeping her overfed. Since mom was clueless, helpless and completely dependant on the boys she was just happy they were around.

Home care to the twins meant a couple women without high school degrees much less nursing ones the twins met through their dealings who needed jobs and who had no qualms with supplying a woman weighing over half a ton with three pizzas for breakfast. The first hire was petite little Daisy who had been a stick thin groupie for a rock band when Lewis met her while supplying them with goodies for a concert. She was lazy and desperately wanted not to work, but not quite attractive enough to turn the heads of the band members and become a golddigger so she latched onto Lewis once she found out what he did. Once she met mom she squealed, “ooo she’s so gross, but for the money you’re offering I’ll keep your whale of a mommy fed.” Lester wanted to dump her out in the country somewhere, but Lewis had enough foresight to hire her and let karma handle her attitude.

The second “home care” lady was buxom Marissa who was a reformed gang banger’s girlfriend that worked third shift clean-up at a medical equipment warehouse who was not quite reformed enough to resist a bribe from Lester to be let in nights when he needed syringes. She seemed hard working enough to offset the lazy Daisy who at the time Lester was still wary of letting look after mom, so Lester offered her the job.

The twins had enough connections to have their mother’s special recipes mixed up at whatever place they ordered the food from so the “in home nurses” had no idea that all the delicious offerings were so packed with empty calories just looking at the food could cause weight gain. So the guys could easily tell when they started helping themselves to momma’s supply. The string bean Daisy all of a sudden developed a set of hips after taking a liking to the fried chicken with an extra crispy skin. Marissa gained a pooch, a chubby round face and boobs that swelled from DD to F once she started pilfering some of the special ice cream momma ate for dessert whenever she could. It was an unintended side effect at first. The twins had no intention of paying for the in-home care to eat mom’s food, but not only did the ladies help themselves they moved in. The entire upstairs became their residence. They partied nightly and leeched as much as they could off the twins on top of being paid a great wage for keeping mom’s mouth full.

Lester, who was more protective of mother, wanted Daisy and Marissa removed immediately. Lewis was a little more interested in the side effect of living at the house. As the calorie laden food swelled little Daisy’s ass he developed something of a crush for the groupie slut and allowed things to go on. Mother never complained. In her own room in the back of the house she was left alone during parties and could sleep through anything. Plus Marissa was in fact holding up her end of the bargain. Lester begrudgingly agreed to allow the girls to continue work since he too was not blind to the effects happening to his employees.
 

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One night when the boys came home to visit mom they caught Daisy munching in the kitchen. She played it off and scurried out to the living room when she heard the door. Even as dense as the twins were they did not need to catch her to realize she was helping herself to the supply. Her Victoria’s Secret Pink sweats were stretched as tight as they would go and still about a quarter of her honey colored, fattened ass hung out. The former 80 pound groupie had piled on at least fifty pounds onto those hips in less the six months work.

Marissa had not gained as much as her co-worker, 25 pounds or so, but her tank was tight enough to tell that her bra looked like it was trying to squeeze her to death and get a glimpse of the little gut she probably could not see beneath her melons.

Lester chuckled as he watched Daisy’s booty bounce out of the kitchen. “Should we tell ‘em not eat mom’s food before Daisy wedges that fat ass in a doorway and gets stuck.”

Lewis shrugged and peeked out in the living room at his mom beached on the double wide couch and Marissa sitting on a chair with her feet up watching TV and eating pizza until she saw Daisy give her a signal whereas she jumps up and starts adjusting pillows. Pillows that paled in comparison to the ones wobbling beneath her double chin. “So what if she does. The food doesn’t cost much. Let ‘em eat all they want…They think they’re stealing from us. They’ll pay twice what the food costs in new clothes. Plus it’s probably good for mom to cut back a little.”

Lewis scoffed. “You just think that fat-assed one’s hot.”

“Can’t blame me, can ya? Maybe we should hang out here for a bit after mom goes to bed?”

“I guess. We don’t really have anything else going on tonight.” Lester smirked. “You’ve always liked ‘em a little chubby.”

“I wouldn’t say a little, but I guess as big as you like ‘em you can say that. Which is why we stopped for dinner to treat the girls who must be hungry from working so hard.” Lewis held up a greasy bag of fast food big enough for a family and set it on the counter.

Lester nodded his agreement and the two went out to visit mom. She nagged them about where the money was coming from and they gave vague answers which had become the routine for their visits. When she calmed down they watched TV with her until she fell asleep. Marissa tucked her in with her ten foot by ten foot blanket and removed all the empty plates of food from around the couch. Just before Lewis was about to invite himself and Lester upstairs Marissa gave him a wink and said, “You come over and spend all your time visiting mom, Daisy and I are starting to feel left out. Why don’t you stop up and see us…”She leaned forward so the twins could see down the front of her shirt to her twins. “…If you’re not too busy.”

Less then ten minutes after Marissa vanished up to her room Lesis and Lester were dashing up the stairs.

“Not going out tonight?” Lewis asked when he saw Daisy on her futon in a bra, panties and stiletto heels. She was on her side so her pudgy little tummy sagged ever s slightly toward the mattress while her hips rose mightily upward. Marissa was on the floor in front of the bed with boy cut panties and nothing else, her heavy hanging rack sagged along the curve of her belly just inches above her lap. Every time she took a swig from the beer she had in her right had the right breast would jostle and bump into the left, causing a pendulum type effect.

“It’s Wednesday, we thought we’d stay in and just…” Daisy liked her lips. “…hang out.”

“Wanna watch?” Marissa winked trying to by seductive before a small burp escaped.

The girls were cute enough. Daisy had natural good looks but just seemed not one for all the maintenance that went with being a woman. She had minimal make-up and long greasy, dirty-blonde hair. Her nose was just a little too big for her face and her right eye always seemed to be twitching. If you could look beyond that she was a cute blonde who was starting to develop into quite a pear shape.

Marissa was good with the make-up and hair. Her wavy brown locks looked like silk falling around her face. She just did not have the natural beauty that Daisy had. There was a little acne scarring on her cheeks and she had beady brown eyes. But like most girls who are blessed with a sizable rack all of that could be overlooked. Currently her boobs were covered in creases from her snug-fitting bra.

“Lettin’ your funbags breath a little?” Lester asked nodding to her chest.

“It’s more comfortable to go without,” she grinned bringing her free hand up to squeeze her left tit. But if I do it all the time my back starts to hurt,” she whined. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve put on a little weight since I started working for you guys.”

“We have that effect on women,” Lewis chuckled. “But with a rack like yours you were bound to plump up sooner or later.”

Marissa shrugged as if giving anything any type of thought was too much for her at the moment and kept fondling her breasts. She seemed to understand what piqued the twins’ interests. ”Mmmm, they’re so heavy.”

Daisy sat up, scooted behind Marissa and started rubbing her shoulders while offering mock sympathy. “Ah you poor thing, with your fat, heavy titties.”

“Don’t tease,” Marissa said keeping her whiny tone while the twins took seats across the room. “Just massage lower.”

Daisy followed orders and as she did Marissa arched her back, thrusting her F’s out even further. “I’m so jealous.” Daisy grunted.

Lewis leaned forward holding the bag of fast food toward the girls. “Maybe if you indulge a little more your little ta-tas would fatten up.”

“Ooo Burger King,” Daisy said excitedly. “I love that place. I’d get so fat if I worked there.”

“I know,” Lewis smiled. “I saw how you gobbled up the Whopper I brought for you last time. Maybe if you let Marissa feed you what I brought you’re A cups will blossom.”

Daisy feigned a hurt look while removing her bra. “I’m a 32B I’ll have you know.” She tossed the lace garment toward Lewis causing her modest boobs with some very large pink nipples to quiver slightly.

Meanwhile Marissa had gotten to the bag and unwrapped an enormous burger with three patties and bacon, dripping grease, cheese and mayo. “Time for supper.” She moved next to Daisy and stuck the burger in her face. Daisy took a big bite but not as big as Marissa had meant for her. Cheese and mayo gobbed around the sides of her shiny pink lips. She barely finished chewing before Marissa was shoving more of the sandwich in her face. Daisy raced to chew faster then Marissa could feed her. Grease dripped down her chin onto her pudgy thigh just in front of the starter belly roll she had developed.

“Take it easy, bitch. I can only chew so fast.” Daisy said playful through a mouthful of beef.

“If you don’t eat a good supper you won’t get any dessert,” Marissa scolded as she ran her hand up the inside of Daisy’s thigh.

“Who says I want any dessert from you, you cow.” Daisy reached out and gave Marissa’s left nipple a fierce pinch and twist that almost caused her to drop the sandwich.

Lewis and Lester leaned back and enjoyed the show.

The girls struggled for a moment with the taller Marissa gaining the upper hand and pushing Daisy on her back on the bed. She mounted the downed groupie and put her knees over her arms to keep her in place even as she struggled. With the hand that was not holding the remaining burger she reached down and pinched, twisted and then pulled Daisy’s nipples alternately until the saucer size areoles were good and red and Daisy was squealing wildly. Then she crammed the entire rest of the burger into Daisy’s open mouth. Then Marissa looked over at Lewis. “Could you hand me that bag, hun. I have to show this tramp just who is boss,” she winked. She did not have to ask him twice. She unwrapped another of the four giant sandwiches that were in the bag. “Be a good girl and open up, babe.”

“Oh you better let me up now,” Daisy said in a voice that lacked any authority at all after she finally cleared her mouth. She struggle as hard as she could but was unable to budge Marissa from her mount.

Marissa went back to working the sore nipples of her bedroom adversary until her mouth opened wide. Marissa stuffed and stuffed, overflowing mouthful after overflowing mouthful until Daisy’s face was covered in ketchup and cheese from her nose to her neck. Marissa took breaks to munch the onion rings that she said were her favorite and too good for Daisy herself, but not too long. She stuffed Daisy rapidly enough that the twins could see her belly rise from a soft puddle of flesh into a firm mound.

When the show was over and all four burgers and three pudding pies had been crammed down Daisy’s throat she simply lay there like a bloated slug beneath Marissa, panting and whimpering. “My God you’re a mess, bitch.” Marissa teased. “But just so you don’t think I’m too mean I’ll help clean you up.” Marissa finally slid off her mount and got on her hands and knees over Daisy. Looking smug she went down for a long slow, sloppy kiss that included sucking the remnants of the feeding off her cheeks and neck. For a second it looked as if Daisy thought about retaliating now that she was not pinned to the mattress, but then thought better of it as exhausted as she was with her distended gut in a very vulnerable position. Instead she just joined in and returned the affectionate kissing. After a few minutes of making out Marissa reached back and felt Daisy’s crotch. “Are you good and warmed up, babe?” Daisy grunted a yes. Then Marissa quickly slipped out of her panties. “Time for one last meal, bitch,” she chuckled before mounting Daisy’s face. The overfed and now horny Daisy obliged and soon Marissa was thrusting her hips into Daisy’s jaw as she threw her hands behind her head and her breasts flopped to and fro like sacks of buttercream frosting.

After Marissa squeaked to a climax and then collapsed next to Daisy. The big-assed young Daisy looked left out for a moment or two as the worn out Marissa made no move to give her hers. Then she just rubbed her tender, stretched belly and drifted off into a food induced coma of sorts.

The twins got up to survey the damage. The chubby blonde with her hips spread out even wider against the bed and her belly rounded nicely from all the forced gluttony and the curvy brunette with her mammoth melons flattened out under her arms as she started to snore.

Lewis looked over at Lester. “We’ll have to come back and visit mom more often now.”

“And make sure more food gets delivered. Can’t have these girls going hungry,” Lester added.
 

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It became something of a routine going up to the girls’ room after visiting mom. Sometimes they would even come over just to see Daisy and Marissa. Lewis was more into it then Lester and became almost infatuated with Daisy. Not that it was hard to figure out why. With her lazy nature and the weight gain powder packed diet that increased as she got more comfortable with Lewis she began to gain weight so fast you could almost see it.

The slightly smarter Marissa started to catch on to the fact that something must be going on. Although even as she tried to limit her eating she was still getting her meals from the tainted supply so she too still packed the pounds on her face tits and belly, although not quite as rapidly as Daisy. Part of it was probably a growing feeling of resentment toward Daisy. As Lester lost interest and Lewis focused on Daisy, Marissa was often left out of the extra activities when Lewis would visit. Having always been the exotic, pretty one it was frustrating to not be the center of attention. Even when the twins were not around Daisy often had her pants off more then on at the parties the girls threw as guys seemed anxious to get a turn riding her record breaking rump. But even as Marissa tried to curb her intake she found it was impossible not to overeat at the Lancaster house. She would nibble on cupcakes while feeding mom before catching herself after getting the full sensation in her belly.

Marissa was also the only one of the two doing any real work. She bathed and watched after mom along with all the housework while Daisy either slept, ate of rolled around on her bed with random guys. But as over 4,000 calories or more a day turned into blubber on Marissa, work the little that there was, got harder and harder. Giving a sponge bath to a mountain of a woman is backbreaking work when you got a pair of HH cups bursting out of your F cup bra. Her heavy hangers came along with doughy upper arms that squeezed out of all the sleeves on her t-shirts and a third chin to accompany her double. Her most distinctive feature was her love handles. Marissa did not develop a belly. Her tummy softened and sagged for sure, but most of the fat on her middle accumulated in two big globs of fat over her kidneys. It made her really wide and caused her pants to have to sit low on her waist which made her belly look even bigger then it was.

All in all getting fat was Marissa’s only qualm about the job, but she could not help think there was something more then just gaining a little weight from the job. When she fed the twins’ mother who the size of a small car and then watched Lewis come over and not only drool over Daisy’s lumpy lard ass but also feed her belly-busting loads of fattening goodies on top of what she was already eating, Marissa could not help wonder if there was something else going on. But with the money she was making she was not about to quit.

Daisy was much less concerned. The woman who openly opined that mom was a disgusting blob was happy to consume enough for a family of five at meals and rarely got off her ass except at parties. Things were happening so fast that the slow witted Daisy hardly had time to focus on her fattening shape. With the parties and attention from Lewis and sleeping 16 hours a day she was in her own little heaven and even on the occasions when she caught a glimpse of her jelly covered ass and was briefly shocked she was quickly diverted from her thoughts by another opportunity to indulge her gluttony, Lewis trying to get her out of her tight pants or Marissa nagging her to help with the work.

It was Marissa who did eventually bring it up her concern to Lewis first.

Marissa was washing dishes one night while he was on the phone discussing business with someone. Marissa was on the verge of needing a whole new wardrobe again, but had not gotten a chance to go out and go shopping so she was braless in a t-shirt that was way too tight around her chest and too short to cover her belly fat. With no pants that fit comfortably she was in just a thong that kept riding up her flabby ass. Marissa gained most of her weight in her torso, but as fat as she was getting even her legs were getting chubby.

Just as Lewis got off the phone delivery men started coming in with the daily delivery of food. Cakes, pies, meat trays, pizzas, ice creams, sodas, beer, chips and whatever other types of junk food you could think of got piled up on the counters which, almost like Pavlov’s bell made Marissa instinctively hungry. But with her back aching from leaning over the counter and her tits soaked from resting on the front of the sink Marissa decided to bring up the topic with Lewis even if it meant risking the very cush gig.

“Are you trying to turn Daisy and I into your mom?” she asked turning around to face her employer.

Lewis snickered, but answered innocently. “What do you mean? This is mom’s delivery.”

“Seriously? Are you kidding me right now? I’m sure you’ve noticed me gaining weight faster then Britney Spears at a buffet and have you seen Daisy bend over lately. Her ass looks like melting marshmallow being squeezed between two graham crackers for a s’more.”

“Mmmm. I love s’mores,” Lewis said, still grinning.

“I’m not kidding,” Marissa said, clearly annoyed. “I know something’s going on.”

Lewis shrugged. “Then leave. I’ll find someone else who wants to make a ridiculous amount of money to watch after mom.”

Marissa calmed herself. She was not about to give up the job. It was her dream gig even with the addition of love handles the size of jars of peanut butter. She decided to try a different tact. She pulled her shirt over her head, letting her melons slap against her belly and then reached for some dish soap to lather them up. They were fat, heavy tear dropped shaped breasts with long deep stretch marks at the base from their rapid expansion of late. “It’s not like that. I didn’t say I wanted to leave,” Marissa said before licking her lips. “Maybe we could work something out.” She went over to sit in a chair once her jugs were good and soapy and motioned for Lewis to approach.

“I’m listening,” Lewis said. He went over to the chair after checking out the window to make sure Lester was not around. His brother had said he needed to take care of some neighborhood business and would be over later.

Marissa began slowly undoing Lewis’ belt. “I just want to be let in on what’s going on,” she cooed. “I mean it only makes sense. If things keep going on as they are soon my heavy old boobies will get in the way of me doing my job. They’re already so big and heavy. Plus I’m the one doing all of the work. Your little favorite is so lazy I can’t remember the last time she did the dishes.” Once she had Lewis’ pants undone and down to his knees she cupped her boobs and let them drop to demonstrate just how heavy they were. Then she went back to Lewis, this time sliding his member out of his boxers. “Plus if I know what to do I could make sure Daisy’s fat ass gets as big as you want it. I know she’s your favorite anyway. Let me in on what’s going on and I could double up the efforts and soon waddling Daisy will need to butter up her hips to fit out the door and I’ll be able to trim up a bit to keep up with all the work…for maybe a bit more money.” She flopped his rod between her soapy tits and rocked back and forth.

Lewis let her work for a few seconds before answering. “So you don’t want to get any fatter?” Marissa nodded. “You sit around eating all of the food we buy above and beyond the ridiculous amount we pay you and you have the nerve to say something’s going on when your big round boobs blow up into fat hanging udders?” Marissa stopped mid rock. Her mouthed opened but she was speechless. “And if you don’t want to gain any more weight you must think fat is unattractive. Are you calling my mother unattractive?”

“No…I…”

“Save it. You’re already about one stutter away from being canned and blackballed in this town until you couldn’t even get hired back at you old job cleaning warehouses for seven dollars an hour.” Lewis pulled away and pulled up his pants. “Take heart though. Realistically your boobs probably won’t keep growing.” He gave her wets knockers a soft slap. “Within the next fifty or hundred pounds you’ll probably balance out and get a nice big belly apron going. Now get those dishes finished and put the groceries away. And just to put my mind at ease that your suspicions are quelled, I want to see that cheesecake gone when I come back down.” Lewis pointed to a New York cheesecake then left the stunned Marissa to go and say hi to mom before heading up to Daisy’s room with a box of donuts under his arm.

Daisy was half asleep on her bed. Beer, food, and a bong surrounded her. Clearly whatever party had been had the night before had ended up in Daisy’s room. Lewis was not completely unaware of just how loose his crush was. If even he had been Lester’s constant reminding him would have clued him in. Truth is Lewis never really had sex with Daisy at that point. They would make-out and he would alternately feed her and massage her until she begged for him to take her whereas Lewis would then string her along until she ate until her belly stretched into a weighty pile of half digested food in her lap. Then she would just fall asleep from exertion. Daisy felt Lewis was just being a gentleman (which said a lot about the type of men Daisy hung out with) and became smitten with Lewis in return. Not enough to stop sleeping with every cute guy who came to the parties who would give her a second glance, but smitten all the same.

A pair of sweats clung to Daisy’s lower half like a second skin while she was topless. She was still very much pear shaped, but now she was definitely fat all over. She was a very, very fat pear. Her hips, ass and thighs were a conglomeration of bulges, crevices and cellulite. Even her pussy was fat, covered by a pink bubble of flesh that oozed into her thighs when her legs were closed. She had chubby feet that led to thick ankles that gave way to beefy calves. Laying on her twin bed her saddlebags reached from one edge to the other and then some.

There was plenty of bulk above the waist on Daisy too. She had blossomed into a 40D although her tits were wide and thick without the teardrop shape that Marissa had. They had a better perch though as Daisy had gained a prominent double belly. A thick bulge creased where her waist would have been before her larger second belly drooped down to cover her pussy bulge when standing. Her face was cute and round with a couple extra chins when she was on her back. She did develop a minor case of acne with all the junk food she gorged on, but not too bad considering her diet. Stretch marks were much more prominent then pimples since she had gained at an astronomical rate there was not a section of flesh that did not have a stretch mark of some kind.

“Taking a nap?” Lewis asked sitting down on what little space was left on the bed and giving Daisy’s belly a playful pat. Even with her slutty ways it was clear Daisy and Lewis had a bond. Lewis loved overfeeding her and she loved living rent free and getting paid for doing nothing.

“Just hanging out.” She yawned and then struggled to sit up. As out of shape as she was a single sit-up was quite a task. As she did her belly turned into a pile of four rolls and her sweats pulled creases all over her blubbery legs. She offered up her pipe and a beer. Lewis shook both off. “You seem tense Something wrong?”

“Marissa was whining about you not pulling your fair share of the work.”

“That bitch. She’s so worried about all the weight she’s gaining, but can’t keep her face out of the ice cream. All she does is whine. It’s either her back is hurting or her clothes or tight or the house needs cleaning. I’m getting sick of her voice some days.”

Hearing Daisy calmed Lewis. “She’s not the only one putting on weight. He gave her saddlebag a pinch. “Looks like you’re about to pop out of those pants.”

Daisy smirked. “Wouldn’t you like that? I told you your mom’s rubbing off on me. Before I worked here I could care less if I skipped a meal, but now for some reason I couldn’t stop eating if I wanted to. I mean now I have favorites where as before I just ate whatever whenever I could. Last night they brought over that cheese ravioli from Benitolino’s and I swear I ate about three quarters of the pan before I even realized it.”

“Well all that mozzarella must be going right to your thighs because they really do look about to burst.” Lewis pointed out the waist of the pants that were cutting her off mid hip that were frayed right at the seam. Daisy had to push down her rolls to see which only made the fray longer. She wiggled out of the sweats and her lower half looked even bigger as it settled out of the confines of the tight fabric.

“Well why don’t you show me how much of a cheese lover you are and put you head right in between all that mozzarella?”

Lewis wagged his finger. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t want to exert yourself too much before breakfast.” He pointed to the box of donuts he had set on the nightstand.

“Oh God I love that shop. Their chocolate frosted cream filled is amazing.” Lewis pulled open the carton to reveal twelve chocolate frosted, cream filled calorie bombs. “You are so bad,” Daisy playful scolded. “But if I eat these there better be a reward.”

Lewis’ cell phone buzzed. “You eat those on you hands and knees and well see about that reward,” he teased as he got up to look at his message. It was Lester. He had something he had to show Lewis in the garage. It worried Lewis to no end. The last time Lester had “something to show him” it cost hundreds of thousands to keep out of jail for months afterward. Lewis tried to peek out the window and see if he could get a glimpse but the garage was closed.

Back on the bed Daisy had gotten onto her hands and knees. Her ass was facing Lewis so that was about all he could see. Her cheeks were so big very little of her thighs were visible. Just the bottom of her chubby little feet. Lewis was about to walk over and give her a big swat, but just as he took a step forward he caught a glimpse of a huge pile of empty diet soda cans behind a pile of dirty clothes against the wall. “What’s this?” Daisy struggled to peer past her wide load. A dollop of cream dripped off her chins. When she realized what Lewis had found she turned red. “Diet!” Lewis yelled. “In my house! I buy you all the soda and beer you could ever want and you have the nerve to bring this cheap diet crap in!”

“Babe…I…I,” Daisy stammered. Lewis glared at her, making her even more nervous. “The delivery guy from Steve’s Pizza brought them for me…He thought…I mean, I thought…I mean, well I told you how much I’ve been loving food lately, but I’ve just been getting so fat so this Ryan from the pizza place said I could cut out hundreds of calories a day and still have all my food just by switching out regular soda for diet.”

For a second Lewis contemplated letting the breach in etiquette slide. The reality of the amount of calories she was eating would in no way be offset by a couple cans of diet soda a day. And seeing her chins and cheeks quiver as she struggled to explain herself had Lewis’ crush coming up to the surface stronger then ever.

Then she said it.

“I just am really scared of turning into your mother and becoming some fat disgusting blob,” Daisy blurted.

Lewis’ eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “What did you call my mother?”

Tentatively Daisy answered, “Babe, you gotta admit, she is pretty gross,” Unaware or in denial about her own girth Daisy scratched beneath a grapefruit sized tit and looked innocently up at what she thought was her man.”

Lewis gritted his teeth for a few more seconds before finally managing to say, “Better get up and get dressed. There’s a lot of work to be done. Can’t have Marissa doing it all.” He then turned and hurried downstairs before Daisy could say or do anything. Halfway down the stairs he had the owner of Steve’s pizza on the phone. “Do you have a delivery guy named Ryan…Fire him…And text me his address…and increase the amount of weight gain powder as much as possible…Don’t care, I’ll pay whatever it costs.” As he walked through the kitchen he barely noticed the dishes were completely done until he heard a squeak from the table and saw Marissa sitting behind an empty cheesecake box. Her usually olive skin was a sickly pale from having downed a dessert meant for eight in less then fifteen minutes.

“I just wanted you to know. I didn’t really mean what I said before,” she whimpered while both hands rubbing her bloated paunch. “I was just frustrated because there was so much to do. I’m sorry.”

Lewis kept right on walking. He walked all the way out to the garage where his brother was proudly standing in front of a gold BMW. “What the hell is this!” he asked angrily.

Lester kept right on grinning. “Remember that shady real estate agent who sold us the warehouses out in Millowsburrough?” Lewis shrugged. “Remember she said she was looking for a gold BMW for her boyfriend’s birthday, but hinted that she hated dealing with car dealers.”

“So what?” Lewis said unfortunately starting to realize what had happened.

“So I saw this one three blocks down as we drove in. So I went over and got it. That bitch’ll pay big bucks for this one. It’s got everything.”

Lewis shook his head. “We could have gotten big bucks if we had painted any one of the BMW’s we already got out at the chop shop. We did not need you to steal one from our own neighborhood and stash it three blocks away at mom’s house, you idiot. It’s amazing you haven’t been arrested ten times over by now.”

Completely oblivious Lester just grunted and waved him off. “Oh you’re just jealous I had the good idea for once. What’s the matter? Didn’t get any from your girlfriend?”

Lewis hesitated. Lester had always said he was making a mistake getting cozy with Daisy. Said it was a waste of money letting them shack up at the house and help themselves to whatever they pleased. “You were right. Marissa was just in there complaining about all the work she has to do and I just found out Daisy had been having one of the delivery guys smuggle her in diet soda.”

Lester laughed. “Diet soda, really? Well it’s not working. That chick is one bratwurst away from needing casters put under each cheek to get around.” When Lewis did not laugh Lester went on. “Well I told you man, it was bound to come to an end sooner or later. So what’d you do? Fire ‘em? Run ‘em out of town?”

“Told Steve to up the amount of powder.”

Lester hung his head. “Jesus, man just go and start flushing money down the toilet why donchya. I mean you’re supposed to be the business part of the team and here you are throwing money around just to have a slut with an ass the size of a washing machine and a maid with tits she has to lift up to scratch her belly.”

“Says the guy who paid 200,000 to have his Ferrari bulletproofed.”

“That’s a practical use of our money.”

“Whatever. Anyway I have been kicking around a little idea that could turn at least one of these deadbeats into a prosperous new venture for us. Now would seem like a good time to see if at least one of them would be game. Make it an opportunity to get back on our good side perhaps.”

Lester squinted his eyes. “I’m intrigued. Go on.”

“I’ll tell you on the way home,” Lewis turned to leave.

“What about this?” Lester asked, patting the stolen gold car.

“Well have Daryl come back with the trailer and get it after dark. Make sure you get all you can for it from that agent. I think she screwed us on that warehouse deal.”
 

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i'm loving this story so far. i can't wait for more!
 

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Just about every story of yours has a buxom girl, and a pear girl, and I love it! :p Nice beginning, heh.
 

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//Tentatively Daisy answered, “Babe, you gotta admit, she is pretty gross,” Unaware or in denial about her own girth Daisy scratched beneath a grapefruit sized tit and looked innocently up at what she thought was her man.”//

What a great denial quote.
 

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i'm loving this story so far. i can't wait for more!
Thanks. There wil be more. Just gotta fine tune it a bit.

Just about every story of yours has a buxom girl, and a pear girl, and I love it! :p Nice beginning, heh.
Why choose if you don't have to;)

//Tentatively Daisy answered, “Babe, you gotta admit, she is pretty gross,” Unaware or in denial about her own girth Daisy scratched beneath a grapefruit sized tit and looked innocently up at what she thought was her man.”//

What a great denial quote.
Denial is a beautiful thing, ain't it:D
 

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The story is off to a great start, can't wait to read more.

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The Silent (and Stuffed) Treatment

It was a couple months before the topic of momma’s in home nurses came up again. At least the topic of Lewis’ money making idea. The twins did dock the girls’ pay, not enough to motivate them to leave and go get real jobs, but enough so that they noticed. No one would feel sorry for them to see the brand new Chrysler 300 and Jeep Liberty that the girls owned outright, but as spoiled as they were the girls felt plenty sorry for themselves and were desperate to get back into the twins’ good graces. Little did they know the food they helped themselves to so liberally was now more then twice as fattening as it had been when it was thickening them at unreal rate as it was.

Outside of the minor pay adjustment and major weight gain powder adjustment the twins had to concentrate on work. In the business they were in when things come up you make sure you take care of it, especially if the consequence of not making good is trying to talk an angry thug out of kneecapping you.

In the twins’ eyes being excessively busy was a good thing for them. They were becoming the go to guys in the underworld and that meant more money and power. They started to be able to hire thugs to do the type of stuff they started out doing for themselves. Of course being more successful also meant getting more attention from people who saw them as a threat which also made work more intense and time consuming.

It’s not that they did not visit mom at all, but when they did the atmosphere was very different in the house now. Marissa and Daisy were doing everything they could to get back in good favor with the twins, each in their own way.

Marissa was working her ass off. Not really, since she was still gaining weight, but figuratively she was tearing it up. The house was spotless and organized which was really all she needed to do other then tend to momma but now she was performing well above par. Marissa accepted the twins’ new cold attitude toward her. She did not whine or complain or try to appeal to their sympathy. She simply let her attitude speak for itself. She was not above buttering the boys up a little. After massaging momma to keep her circulation going she would not hesitate to rub the shoulders of whichever of the twins were close by if she felt she could do it without getting snipped at. Most times the guys reveled in any ass kissing, and would milk it for all it was worth. Some nights Marissa would find herself being ordered around to get beers, but some nights they just preferred to be left alone. Marissa just bided her time. She was confident that she was much better and more reliable then Daisy and the twins knew it. Now that Daisy had screwed up her bond with Lewis Daisy figured it was just a matter of time before something big happened for her.

Daisy on the other hand went a different direction. She chipped in a little on the work and stopped organizing all night raging parties, which was a 180 turnaround from what she had been doing which was nothing at all. Daisy also chose to try and whine and beg her way back into favor with the twins. After seeing Lewis’ seething expression after she let her feelings slip about momma she chose to try and butter up Lester which was a poor choice since he absolutely loathed her. Every chance she got alone with him she would paw at him and tell him how good she was being so her pay should be bumped back up. When that did not work she would whisper to him what she would do sexually to him if he wanted. It all fell on deaf ears. Lester was much more anxious to work his way up the criminal ladder then to have a roll in the hay with Lewis’ leftovers.

Both girls continued to gain weight as if the twins had attached pumps to their bodies and cranked them on high. The meals were stuffed with so many calories the food might has well have turned to fat as soon as they swallowed it, and they were swallowing. After the whole diet soda incident Daisy did not dare want to risk sparking Lewis’ wrath again. Although he had not done anything that day the look in his eyes after she had mentioned his mother haunted her still.

Fat piled on everywhere for Daisy. Not that it had many places left to go. The barely five foot tall greasy blonde looked much heavier then she was, and she was quite heavy. She had gooey rolls on her lower back, jiggly gobs on the back of her shoulders and bulges on her wrist. She remained bottom heavy but the pear shape was gone. Her legs thickened all the way from her hips down to her ankles and with so much fat piled up on the inside of her knee she was forced to stand with her feet apart which worked against any tapered look.

Her top blossomed into a DD which for her size was huge, but her boobs were overshadowed by her belly which thickened and sagged down over her crotch. It would have been a decent apron in her thighs were not so darn puffy.

The whole situation just seemed to overwhelm Daisy. Things were happening too fast for her little mind to compute. The fortuitous job that happened by chance, the flirting with her boss, the rapid weight gain that came from out of nowhere, her impulsive decision to try and diet which led to her sudden falling out with her boss. Daisy was just really walking around in a daze, a well paid and well fed daze. She would play nice when the twins were over, do what Marissa told her if she nagged enough and sleep and eat the rest of the time.

Marissa developed something of a habit of losing herself in food. She was quite hard on herself after being yelled at by Lewis. She felt she had looked a gift horse in the mouth by questioning the job that paid her better then she ever had been and so she took advantage of indulging in what was in great supply around her: great tasting food.

Lewis had been right. Marissa’s form started to even out a little. Her oversized love handles swelled even more. They quivered almost as much as her breasts when she moved. As did her cheeks and chin. Her face got really fat which actually worked to her favor. She developed something over an overstuffed pin-up model face with her thickened lips and round cheeks. Not that her chest stopped growing, the rest of her just started to keep pace. Bra sizes still came and went. Her knockers looked like over ripened melons rolling down her belly whether she had them strapped into a bra or not.

Marissa was able to comprehend somewhat what was going on, although she could explain very little of it. She took solace in the fact that she was the thinnest in the house. With momma too fat to even be weighed anymore and Daisy waddling around like a prized hog Marissa managed to convince herself she did have options and was just bidding her time here until something better presented itself.

It soon did.
 

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Things calmed down for Lewis and Lester eventually and Lewis’ mind returned to thoughts of turning his house full of beautiful drains on his checking account into a moneymaking venture. One day while trailing a local reporter whom a politician friend of the twins thought had something incriminating on him, Lewis brought his brother a cold snack.

“What the hell is this?” Lester sneered down at a small bowl of ice cream.

“Ice cream, what does it look like, dumb ass. It’s a hundred and ten out here and you’re turning your nose up at ice cream.” Lester rolled his eyes and still looked like he was going to pass. “Might as well. We’ll probably be here all day waiting for this buffoon to do something.”

Lester looked across the outdoor courtyard at the nebbish reporter who did not seem the type to blackmail politicians. “Shit, that congressman’s paranoid. This fool wouldn’t do anything if he had anything to do anything with,” he mumbled as he snatched the small dish of frozen treat.

“How is it?”

Lester shrugged. “It’s vanilla ice cream. What do you want?”

“Taste any different then any other ice cream, you’ve had?”

“It’s more annoying then any other ice cream I’ve eaten and I want to beat it to death more then any other ice cream – oh that’s you. No the ice cream is fine.”

Lewis scoffed. “Yeah whatever. That ice cream is all the rage. It’s gourmet believe it or not.”

“I hate when you do this. Just tell me what you want to tell me and be done with. Everything’s gotta be a damn production with you.”

“It was made with breast milk. Okay there you go, mister impatient.”

Lester looked alternately confused and then angry and then back to confused. “Say what?”

“Yeah, people pay fifteen bucks a pop for that little scoop of frozen cream. Even better then that there are people that will pay obscene amounts of money for pure breast milk.” Lester started to talk but Lewis kept on with the facts. “And currently in our area there is one little operation that provides that limited supply to all the thirsty customers.”

Lester’s brow scrunched as his mind tried to piece together the puzzle. “So you want to get in on this business with those chicks that look after momma?”

“Well I was thinking we’d just use one right now, so one can keep looking after momma. The girls are both behaving pretty good now after the little scare. And with the way I’m going do it we’d only need the one to start. Maybe once the business really gets rolling we…expand if you will.” Lewis had the glimmer in his eye he gets when he thinks he has a winner of an idea.

“Okay then. Who? The one with the tits bigger then her head?”

“Well let’s not make hasty decisions, because as I will explain later current breast size should not affect our decision.”

Lester shook his. “I’ve heard this tone before. You’ve been planning this in your head for a while. Just get it over with and tell me what we’re going to do.”

“Have some fun,” Lewis answered immediately. “We’ve been so busy we haven’t done that for a while. Let’s set a little competition for the girls to compete to see who gets the special assignment.”

Lester grunted and slurped the rest of the ice cream. “A fair competition?”

“Sure. Why?”

“How ‘bout a little bet on who wins and who stays momma’s nursemaid?”

“You don’t even know what the competition will be.”

“Don’t care. I’ll still bet, cuz I know that big-assed bitch wouldn’t win anything that took any kind of effort.” Lester got an evil gleam in his eye.

“Really?” Lewis tried to seem neutral, but he still had a thing for Daisy despite her comments about momma.

“Plus I want her to stay at home eating more of momma’s food until her ass gets too big to get up off the couch and all she can do is eat and get even fatter and every day before I stuff her full of rolls I’ll ask her if she thinks momma’s disgusting now!” Lester rambled until he was speaking so fast he was barely understandable by the time he finished.

“Calm down, big guy. Stay focused.” Lewis contemplated for a moment. “Sure, I’ll take the bet. You willing to put up ten on it?”

Lester calmed himself and then grunted a yes.
 

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All U Can Eat…As Long As U Can Eat As Much As We Stuff In UR Face

Marissa was in the kitchen mopping sweat off her brow as she took a break from vacuuming to snack on some cheese and crackers. She looked like she was in a wet t-shirt contest as her sweat soaked tank clung to every curve. It was clearly a braless as her nipples hung just above her belly button poking through the fabric pointing down.

“You look tired,” Lewis said when he walked in. “Are you not sleeping well?”

Marissa instantly lit up. It was the most Lewis had talked to her other then to bark orders since the incident. “Oh I sleep pretty good. Just working hard. That’s all.” She batted her eyelashes instinctively not even thinking what a mess she must look in her baggy sweats, tight sweaty top, no make-up and frizzy hair.

“You know I got a different, less labor intensive and higher paying job available right now.” Lewis sounded very businesslike.

“What is it?” Marissa tried not to sound too hopeful.

“Well before we get into that, you’d have to move to a different location and go on a very special diet.”

Marissa’s mind assumed he was telling her she’d have to loose weight. Just the thought made her tits feel a little less backbreaking. Being somewhere out of the harsh glare of twenty-four hour temptation could do her waistline good. “I’ll take it. I mean I agree. Whatever it takes.”

“Well, to be fair I’ll have to offer it to Daisy too.” Marissa instantly groaned. “If she’s interested there’ll be a competition.”

Marissa perked back up. There was not much she was not confident she could not outperform Daisy in. “Anything, just name it.”

“Not yet. Why don’t you just go wait out in the car with Lester. I’ll see what Daisy wants to do.” He looked around. “Is she…”

“Sleeping,” Marissa finished as she headed out the door.

The five foot butterball was snoozing away upstairs when Lewis walked into her room and nudged her. “Oh shit, is something wrong? I just dozed off for a minute. I’ll take care of whatever it is right away.” She rolled her naked mass to the edge of the bed and then rocked herself up onto her massive trunks.

“Nothing like that,” Lewis touched her shoulder to steady her. It was weird even for him to talk to her again after months of giving her the cold shoulder. He still was immensely attracted to her, but the comment about momma still rang in his ears. “Lester and I had a job open up that doesn’t involve looking after momma and it’d be a bit more money that we thought you’d want a shot at.”

Daisy snapped out of her sleepy fog instantly. “Really? Doing what?”

“Well you’d have to move out of here and into a condo downtown, and then-“

“I’ll take it.”

“Well it’s not that easy. They’ll be a competition. Marissa is interested in it too.” Daisy reached for Lewis’ crotch. He pushed her pudgy hands away. “No, I’m afraid this job can’t be won like that. Put some clothes on. We’ll be waiting in the car.”

Ricky’s buffet was place known for cheap food and lots of it. Not so much for décor or cleanliness or healthy offerings, just lots of food cheap. Ricky himself was a good friend of the twins. He had a wife that was partial to jewelry and the twins made sure her habit was well within reach of the salary of a small restaurant owner even if it did not make it very moral. Ricky gladly closed the place down for the twins and their competition. In fact with his bejeweled wife weighing in at over 250 thanks to regular buffet dinners Ricky was more then willing to accommodate the boys.

With the rotund competitors seated and eager to begin even if they seemed plenty confused, Lewis gave the rules. “As a last bit of indulgence before a special diet for the new job this challenge is going to be an eating one.” Marissa who still had in her mind the diet meant eating less thought indulgence meant overeating. Daisy who had not a thing in her mind was sure she could top Marissa in an eating contest and win the condo and a job away from momma. “Food will be brought and the first of you to say they can’t finish what’s on there goes back to watch after momma while the winner goes onto bigger and better things.” The girls were so focused by then they did not even pick up the inflection that Lewis put on bigger. “You can drink as much beer as you want. And a little word to the wise. The alcohol will help a lot.”

The girls were quite a sight glaring at each other across the table. Marissa with her heavy load resting on the table and Daisy’s hanging over the sides of the chair.

The first plate was salad. Salad at Ricky’s was a few pieces of wilted lettuce mixed with carrot shavings covered in sunflower nuts, bacon bits and ranch dressing. Of course along side the salad was a huge bowl of butterscotch pudding and some stale breadsticks.

Both girls had the plate cleared no problem. Daisy was just a tad faster then Marissa.

Next was fish. Deep fried piles of heavily breaded cod gooped with tartar sauce and paired with some very greasy fries.

Daisy was on a mission. She stuffed her cheeks full of fish and chips and then washed the bulging mouthful down with beer.

Marissa was a tad slower and a lot messier. Her fingers and chin were dripping with grease halfway through. She was taking more time to drink the beer and heed Lewis’ advice.

Both finished the plate easily, although Marissa’s breathing was a little labored as she pushed the plate away.

Next was lasagna, or at least what Ricky labeled lasagna on the buffet line. In reality it was a goopy, soupy mess of overcooked pasta and thick meat sauce, littered with blobs of half melted cheese. The unappetizing pile slowed Marissa down quite a bit. She was unable to slurp the stuff down and nibbled as fast as she could. She was still quite messy. The tight fabric across her resting hooters got dribbled with sauce time and time again.

Daisy had no problem with the lasagna glop. She sucked the heaping plate down before Marissa was even half done, although the many rolls in her lap were starting to fade into one big heap as her belly stretched. Lewis pulled up her shirt to expose her gut. The pale blob jostled a bit and then quite a lot when Lewis poked at it. “Still plenty of room,” he joked while grinning confidently at Lester. “Now you get to rest up and digest while Marissa tries to catch up.”

Lester chuckled. He walked over and patted and poked Daisy’s poor belly until it was gurgling and her expression turn nauseous. Oh I don’t know, chubby feels pretty full to me.” He lowered to Daisy’s eye level. “Don’t feel bad in giving up. Mom is home waiting for her sponge bath.” The words meant for Daisy actually sped Marissa up. It was hard to tell if her belly was filling as her tits shielded it from view.

Next up was a plate with a pile of very rare roast beef slices, lumpy mashed potatoes and mushy steamed vegetables.

Daisy was helped out a bit by her slight rest she dug right in and sped along until about halfway through the potatoes. Then she slowed down dramatically after a big deep breath. She looked quite tired as she mechanically moved her fork from plate to mouth over and over again. She slowly but surely started to lean back further and further as her swelling belly filled her lap.

Marissa was slow out of the gate, still recovering from the glut of lasagna. She tried to make up for it by taking bigger bites which only slowed her more. She did not think the beer was not helping her much at all. She was plenty drunk after a beer with salad, two beers with the fish and four with the lasagna and things were starting to look blurry. Little did she know without the help of the alcohol she would have felt about ready to pop instead of able to dig in and finish the meat.

A goulash dish followed which is probably best left un-described. Both girls had a hard time with that one. They tried to drink their way to being able to stomach it. Marissa only succeeded in bloating until she was forced to lean back. Her breasts flopped off the side of her torso letting her beach ball sized belly spring out. Lewis did the honors or rolling her shirt up blow her rack and putting her distended orb on display. It did not jiggle as Daisy’s had. It was packed pretty full and adorned with thin blue veins around the sides.

Daisy’s gut was even more stuffed given that she was much shorter then Marissa. With her little arms she was barely able to reach the table. She did her best during the next course which was pizza.

By this point both girls were nothing more then single minded drunken blobs. Neither could get up if they wanted to. Neither could put two words together much less form a sentence. They stuffed a gob of food in their mouth, rested, drank, drank, rested, stuffed. Marissa was giving off a constant low moan that she probably was not even aware of.

Through the pizza and the first dessert of apple crisp the girls’ belly skin developed an opaque pink sheen that just looked tender. Daisy was grunting and shifting and stuffing gooey apple filling into her food encrusted lips with her filthy hands. Marissa was trying to stay as still as possible as she gingerly reached out past her mounded up gut and grabbed tiny handfuls of crisp to sprinkle on her tongue in hopes that they would dissolve before she would have to swallow again.

Three hours and eleven minutes after Lewis had brought out the salad course he set two giant pieces of stale carrot cake with a crusty yellowish frosting in front of the girls. Marissa stayed still as a statue, staring the cake down like an oncoming semi. Her belly was an enormous spherical mass crushing her lap. So round was it and so reclined in the chair was she that it appeared as if she was on a special delivery table and a doctor was deciding how to extract the oversized triplets from her.

Daisy still appeared to have life she reached out past her more lumpy and bulbous reddened, almost purplish gut to grab the cake. She got a fistful and retracted her quivering arm only to let the crumbling cake fall onto her double and triple chins. “No! I can’t do it!” she wailed. “I’m done!”

Lewis looked shocked, but then grinned. “You know what that means, Marissa?” The catatonic Marissa stared blankly at her cake. “Finish that tiny piece of cake and you’re the winner. If you can’t do it, don’t worry well just have a rematch tomorrow.” That statement got Marissa’s attention. She slowly turned her head to gape at Lewis wide eyed. When she determined he was serious she reached out and swept up the entire textbook sized piece and crammed the thing in her maw.

Silence took over the restaurant as Marissa worked over the huge dry dessert for ten minutes before clearing her mouth. She looked confused for a minute and then rapidly startled, as if just realizing she was on fire. “Oh I shouldn’t have done that,” she whimpered drunkenly. “My God I feel like I’m being crushed and about to burst at the same time.”

“That’s the feeling of victory washing over you, tubby,” Lester chided.

Lewis took a minute to look out over the mass of blubber and undigested junk food that were hopelessly stuck in their chairs for at least hours to come. He held back from poking and prodding the vulnerable bubble bellies since the shiny gelatinous heaps were clearly quite fragile and sensitive. “We’ll let you guys sleep it off. In the morning a car will be by to take you to your new condo, Marissa.” He turned to Daisy. “And we’ll have someone come bring you back in time for you to tend to momma before breakfast.”

The comment fell mostly on deaf ears. Content in her victory and utterly exhausted Marissa was already falling asleep even in the uncomfortable chair. Drunken droopy-eyed Daisy did not look like she knew where she was, much less that anyone was speaking to her. Probably for the best since once the alcohol wore off the massive indigestion coupled with needing to give momma her morning massage would bring her back to reality.
 

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I wasn't too impressed with this story when it first started but as you have gone on it is growing on me. Why exactly are the twins so fascinated by growing women?
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I figured not everyone would get it, but I do appreciate the feedback.

To answer the question, I think there are parts of the story somewhere that hint around the idea that the original plan for momma was just something random to try and free the twins from any parental control (perhaps it was a subconscious decision on their part). Once it worked the twins had their idea woman: an immobile, easily contented one who was powerless to interfere in their business, and that’s what they came to identify with beauty.

And not to bore anyone, but the whole idea for the story stemmed from an opinion I’ve seen around here and there (won’t name names or anything) that pegs anyone who is a Fat Admirer as evil. The whole notion that anyone that would find attractive a feature that most women try to avoid at all cost and go to great links to get rid of if they have too much of it automatically makes these men thoughtless leering jerks in the eyes of these people. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion and all, but to me it’s laughable that they need to make everything black and white so their minds don't have to deal with the many complications that make up reality, so I created these evil caricatures to run around in this story. Of course they’re feeders too. That makes them extra evil:eek::eek:

That either explains it or confuses you to the point that I'm sure you don't care anymore;)
 

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I figured not everyone would get it, but I do appreciate the feedback.

To answer the question, I think there are parts of the story somewhere that hint around the idea that the original plan for momma was just something random to try and free the twins from any parental control (perhaps it was a subconscious decision on their part). Once it worked the twins had their idea woman: an immobile, easily contented one who was powerless to interfere in their business, and that’s what they came to identify with beauty.

And not to bore anyone, but the whole idea for the story stemmed from an opinion I’ve seen around here and there (won’t name names or anything) that pegs anyone who is a Fat Admirer as evil. The whole notion that anyone that would find attractive a feature that most women try to avoid at all cost and go to great links to get rid of if they have too much of it automatically makes these men thoughtless leering jerks in the eyes of these people. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion and all, but to me it’s laughable that they need to make everything black and white so their minds don't have to deal with the many complications that make up reality, so I created these evil caricatures to run around in this story. Of course they’re feeders too. That makes them extra evil:eek::eek:

That either explains it or confuses you to the point that I'm sure you don't care anymore;)
yeah yeah... more butt expansion.




lol the depth of your story is captivating.
 

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Mister:

In general I find your work very interesting and pleasable to read. But when you say:

to me it’s laughable that they need to make everything black and white so their minds don't have to deal with the many complications that make up reality...
about the whole perception on the subject as many other things, even on its simplicity, this sentence relies on a sensible and acute mind behind each and every story written by you.

Cheers, man, and thanks for all your work.
 

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yeah yeah... more butt expansion.

I hear ya, boss. No worries. It'll be coming.


lol the depth of your story is captivating.
If there's ever been a good use of lol that would be it;)

Mister:

In general I find your work very interesting and pleasable to read. But when you say:



about the whole perception on the subject as many other things, even on its simplicity, this sentence relies on a sensible and acute mind behind each and every story written by you.

Cheers, man, and thanks for all your work.
No problem, man. I glad you get it. Thanks for the kind words.
 

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Meanwhile Back at the Ranch

Daisy never had to give momma that massage the next morning. In fact she never had to again. A rival Irish gang organized a kidnap attempt on momma while the twins were busy seeing if the girls would pop. Paul Higby and his crew of lowlifes figured taking the beloved matriarch of the Lancaster family would be the best way to get the attention of the duo that had turned their flourishing organized crime ring into a floundering one in a matter of weeks because of all their recent success.

Unfortunately the six thugs who burst into the Lancaster house did not realize a woman dangerously close to one ton does not just get up and walk into your SUV when you tell her to no matter how many guns you point at her. The six burly men had no hope lifting her up, dense as they were even they knew that. The lead thug stared helpless down at the mammoth momma while she stared helplessly up at him for a time before he improvised and trashed the house and settled on writing “quit while you are ahead” in ketchup on momma’s vast forefront before leaving.

Momma was not hurt, just shook up. But the twins were concerned when they saw the warning and noticed momma’s breathing was extremely labored. So they called in some favors and within an hour they had a doctor there and had secured a mansion in a gated community for rent so momma could be moved to a safer location.

Arranging everything was the easy part. Getting delicate, immobile momma out of the house much less across town was another thing entirely. More favors were called in and with the help of ten contractors, some heavy equipment and two structural engineers the Lancaster matriarch was trucked out a giant hole in the side of the old house and moved to a sprawling 6,000 square foot mansion. Of course all she would ever use would be the great room where her custom bed was put, but the main thing was that she was safe, although after being loaded into bed she did whisper to Lester that all the excitement had made her very hungry.

Even a doctor so morally challenged that he had ties to the twins could not turn a blind eye to the entire situation. He told the twins that a woman momma’s size in the health she was in needed professional medical care and not a lazy overweight blonde with no education. So as soon as momma was in place the twins scheduled a professional nursing staff to check in on her four times a day.

Daisy’s job was not eliminated just revised. She was kept on to keep the big mansion in order and be around to call the nursing staff should anything happen when they were not around. Of course the real reason was that Lester was still set on her getting her comeuppance in the form of an ass the size of a Buick and Lewis was too smitten to let her go. Daisy was ecstatic about the change in responsibility. She could not believe her luck. Never in a million years did she ever think she would be in a mansion living the life she was. She had the whole place to herself practically. The realization caused a change in Daisy. She still remained lazy, but she kept up with her chores because she did not want to jeopardize the situation. It was too good to give up.

That was not the only change in attitude for Daisy. She started dressing better and taking better care of her appearance. She was not great at applying make-up but she put in an effort. She also got out more. With her free time she shopped for custom dresses and went to the spa. It was not just the euphoria that came from her new status, but Daisy also fancied herself a mobster’s girlfriend. It was not completely unfounded. While nothing was said out loud her relationship with Lewis was improving.

A month into her stay at the new mansion Daisy was worth about $5,000 just in hair make-up and the mani-pedi she had done bi-weekly. Not to mention the custom velour sweats she paraded around in while at the estate. Plus she was eating like it was her job to make sure the kitchen did not get overstocked. With the special recipe meals upped to the nth extreme Daisy was putting away ten times the calorie consumption of a normal spoiled overfed housewife. Stretching the confines of her shiny sweatpants her ass looked like too bags of mashed potatoes being thrown down a stairway every time she waddled around.

Lewis could barely keep his hard-on contained. In fact that morning he came over about a month after the move he went right up to her room before even waving hi to momma. Daisy had just showered and was on the bed naked applying chafing lotion to her cottage cheese-esque inner thighs. She was quite a site reaching her short, thick arms over her breasts and belly to squirt cool cream on her thunder thighs.

“Need some help?” Lewis answered.

Daisy was startled. “Does someone not know how to knock?”

Lewis shrugged. “And miss this?”

“Well isn’t it nice to be the center of attention now,” she said smugly. “When just weeks ago I couldn’t get the time of day from you.”

“Insulting momma right to my face after all the nice things I’ve done for you was not the best way to show your appreciation.”

Daisy got up. The bulk in her hips and thighs settled as her belly funneled down in the space if front of her crotch. Naked it was almost startling how pasty her skin was. When Lewis had first hired her Daisy’s skin had been a harsh bronze, but after being a homebody for so long, even now that she left the house still mostly sticking to indoor activities, she was as pale as a ghost. “Well all I can say is that at the time I was a little worried about my own weight gain.” She walked over to the mirror and turned and twisted, inspecting her bloated frame. I hated to admit it, so maybe I lashed out wrongly at momma.” Lewis stayed silent. His attraction to Daisy had pretty much eclipsed her little slip, but he did not see the need to tell her that outright. Daisy huffed as she grabbed a handful of blubber. “You think maybe I have a thyroid condition or something?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve heard of that somewhere where people’s thyroid, whatever that is, gets out of whack and they gain weight out of nowhere.”

“Why would you think you have something like that?”

Daisy let the handful drop and gave an annoyed look at Lewis. “Oh please. A year ago I was belting up my size two jeans. Now I have to bend over to see my toes after I get a pedicure. I mean I know I don’t exactly eat like a rabbit, but all this might be due to some genetic disorder or something.”

Lewis walked up behind Daisy and set his hands on a shelf of back fat. “You got pudgy, for sure.” While she huffed he went on. “Some people just get to a point as they get older where their metabolisms change.”

“I’m twenty-three,” Daisy reminded him as she wrinkled her nose.

“Definitely not a kid anymore. And as much as I spoil you you’re probably lucky you’re not a lot bigger. I mean as wide as these hips have gotten,” he gave them a squeeze, “it’s not all that much, it just looks it cuz you’re so short,” he reasoned. Lewis had certainly had not gotten any smarter during his career as a criminal, but having to deal with many angry hoodlums and organized crime members had forced him to become quite the salesman. He was using this soothing comforting tone along with his fast talk to ease Daisy’s concerns.

“So my thigh cheese is all because you spoil me, huh?” Daisy turned and gave Lewis a playful shove back onto the bed.

“Oh yeah, I’m way too good to you. And we ain’t even going out or nothing. If we were I’d have to get you registered so I could get plates for that ass,” he chuckled.

Daisy put her hands on her hips. “My ass is not all that big. If you keep teasing me I’ll start to get a complex,” she said in full denial mode even as globs of fat the size of apples bulged at her saddlebags and glistened with the fresh coat of chafing lotion. “You never say anything about my boobs that have gotten pretty big.” She squeezed her gooey mounds between her flabby upper arms. It was easy to tell all the attention, even if some of it was teasing about her weight was making the kept woman horny.

“They’ve fattened up pretty good,” Lewis said reaching out and giving them a quick squeeze before letting his fingers graze her big pink nipples until they darkened and Daisy started biting her bottom lip. “They’d flop around pretty good if I ever decided to bring in a treadmill and get my little piggy on an exercise program.” Lewis grinned as Daisy moaned while he continued working over her sensitive nipples.

“Oh piggy am I?” She tried to look angry but couldn’t even manage to pull away from Lewis’ busy hands. “I was going to show you how I prefer to burn calories, but now I’m not so sure.” Lewis’ hands moved south to her bellybutton then to her sensitive underside of her lower belly, then to her very sensitive well padded pussy. It was more then enough to break her mock teasing. By then Daisy’s pudgy fingers were tugging at his belt and seconds later his stiff pole was freed from his boxers only to engulfed by Daisy’s ruby red lips.

Years of honing her skill had made Daisy a master. In seconds Lewis was tugging at his own hair babbling and cursing for her to both slow down and speed up. When he released in her mouth she gobbled it all, leaving not one drop when she finally pulled away with a wet popping sound.

A groggy Lewis sat up and looked at his bulbous tramp in amazement. “Jesus that was unbelievable.” Daisy blushed. “Although I hear that stuff is very fattening. You keep gobbling like that and well have to make sure all you pants have elastic waists,” he warned playfully, patting her drooping paunch.

“Whatever. I’m glad you liked it, and for you I’ll swallow myself extra chubby, but I’ll be honest it tastes awful so please let’s go down so you can make me some breakfast.”

Lewis did just that making her a much better tasting milkshake while she waited for him to heat up some weight gain powder laden pigs in blankets. Afterwards Daisy went upstairs so she could get a quick nap before her massage appointment down at the country club while Lewis went out to talk to Lester about work. The main topic was Paul Higby. The Irish tool was becoming more of a problem. His territorial attitude toward the twins infringing on his empire was making him do some pretty drastic things. So far it was nothing the twins could not counter, but he was starting to try and infiltrate the Lancaster crew by attempting to place moles and bribe lower level associates. Lester felt they should take care of him before he became more then just annoying. Lewis did not think it was worth drawing all the attention that would come with offing such a major player in the underworld.
 

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I'm loving this thickening plot too, but some numbers on how big the girls are getting would be nice, cause we already know Big Momma is pushing 2000lbs. I'm looking forward to reading this story more and more, so please continue.


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