Vast Tonnage (Jan 2012) - by Googleblock (USBBW, Fantasy, Erotica. Eating, XXWG)

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Apr 16, 2007
USBBW, Fantasy, Erotica. Eating, XXWG - - A man enjoys watching his wife explore her ever-growing appetite for food and sex

[Author's note: If this is in the wrong location, I do apologize in advance. This seemed to be more fantasy than erotica.

This is a rework and expansion of my prior versions of this story. It is a fantasy about a fellow who finds himself a gorgeous BBW who loves to indulge herself, and especially enjoys pleasuring her fat admiring man. All of this indulgence leads to her growing into the most incredible SSBBW, and ultimately an USBBW.

There is an abundance of detailed descriptions of extreme female weight gain and sex acts with a BBW, SSBBW, and an USBBW. If anything like this offends you in any way or you are unsure if this will offend you, stop reading now.]

Vast Tonnage (Nov 2011)
by Googleblocvk (aka Whopper999)

I cannot remember when I initially became interested in fat women, but can clearly recall my first encounter with one. It was during my last year of school while I was working at the local bookstore. I had become friendly with the cashier, who was a rather hefty woman that I had estimated to weigh well over 200 pounds. Although she was obviously overweight, she was also very pretty and loved to wear clothing that exaggerated her healthy physique.

The one feature about her that was most striking was her enormous breasts. The fact that she constantly flaunted them with tight and low-cut shirts and sweaters only made more noticeable.

One afternoon, when business was slow and the boss was out of town, we were working together restocking shelves. When I squeezed by her to get down the isle, she couldn't help notice the large bulge in my pants. She then turned to me and said, "Oh my, it looks like we're going to have to do something about that."

At that moment I did not know what to say, but that afternoon she closed the store early and invited me into the back room. Once there, she removed her sweater and revealed a pair of tits, the size of which I had never dared to dream of. Over the next hour she showed me things my other girlfriends never knew of, while I fondled her enormous breasts and caressed every inch of her fleshy figure.

After that day, we dated regularly and she had me over to her place for dinner several nights a week; she was a great cook and was always eager to please me anyway she could. Our relationship was going quite well for several weeks, until her ex-husband began calling on her. Soon after that, it was over between us and I found myself getting ready for final exams and looking forward to moving onto other things.

Shortly after graduating, I managed to find a good job with a decent firm. While it did require some extended travel, the perks of traveling around the country were great and the money they paid me was even better. Once I was settled in, I started making friends and looking around for someone special to spend my time with. As I dated more women, I learned a great deal about them, like their likes and dislikes. What was especially noteworthy was how all were extremely susceptible to gaining weight, and that once any was put on it is always damn near impossible to take off.

Over time, I found myself gravitating towards heavier women as I was enjoying their company more than others', and eventually I was dating large-sized women exclusively and aspiring to find one who was most special. After several months of dating a variety of fat women, I finally found one who I fell in love with and eventually married.

Within only our first couple of dates, I learned that she was recently divorced and had just lost 80 pounds on a painstaking diet. At 5'6" and 200 pounds, with dark hair and hazel eyes, she was extremely busty and had a body that was very well proportioned. She was by far the most beautiful and buxom woman I had ever known, and at that time I could only imagine what she had looked like at over 280 pounds!

During our first weeks of dating, I always took her out to fancy restaurants where I treated her to lavish meals with rich desserts. In no time she began complaining that our dining habits were too extravagant and that they were causing her to gain some weight. I of course told her that she was well worth it and that she must be imagining her weight gain because she looked wonderful. I did however notice that some of her clothes which were once loose on her had suddenly become very tight.

After seeing how easy it was for her to gain what seemed to be so much weight and in such a short amount time, I decided it was time to experiment. In addition to our regular evenings out, I started bringing her chocolates and sweets, which she always managed to finish by the very next day. I even made certain to compliment her on how good she looked any time she complained about her weight.

In seemingly no time, the effects of my efforts were realized. Her smallest size clothes, which she had just dieted into, became increasingly tighter, her arms and face seemed fuller and rounder, and her already football size tits began to swell! She continued to complain about her weight, but I always managed to butter her up by telling her "Nonsense, you never looked better!"

In only a month’s time she managed to grow entirely out of her newest wardrobe, and was forced to go back to wearing the clothing that she had dieted out of. At this point I could not get over how her entire body had swollen. Her ass and hips had grown wonderfully to fill out her older and considerably larger jeans, her tummy and upper arms were now considerably swollen, and her facial features were clearly fuller and softer than they already had been. Even her fingers and toes had become chubby!

After seeing how successful my experiment was, I decided to step up my efforts and see just how far I could go. I started taking her out to eat every night, and even began to coax her at the dinner table by telling her "Go ahead, help yourself to that second helping; you're a big girl now."

I even made it a point to compliment her on how good she looked every time I noticed the slightest increase in her size. Day after day, I continued to pour on the chocolates and compliments, while she continued to prove her devotion to me in bed night after night.

After dating for three months, I convinced her that we should be living together to save money; not to mention that it would afford me continuous access to her fridge and pantry so I could keep them chockfull of goodies. As luck would have it, a large apartment became available directly over one of her favorite restaurants. When we first saw it, its excessive size and low rent overcame us; but immediately after moving in we found out why the rent was so low. Every evening the apartment was filled with the aromas of all the dinners being prepared in the kitchen below.

Much to my surprise this did not bother her, though it did have a positive affect on her appetite resulting in her starting to suggest that we go out for our dinners. Over time, we became well acquainted with the owners of the restaurant downstairs; since it was so convenient, we had become their best customers and were frequently invited to stay after dinner for complimentary desserts and drinks.

Within only two months of living together she reached the 250 - pound mark and had passed the point of no return. She even started taking as much pleasure in her weight as I did, and took to wearing sexy nighties that she had custom made several sizes too small and were very expensive. During some of our late night engagements from the restaurant below she'd even learned a few recipes for some of her favorite meals and desserts from the head chef.

Every night I'd return home to watch her eat her favorite entrees at our regular table, and afterwards we would be off to bed for a night of wild sex games, which got wilder as she grew fatter. As time went on she continued to gain weight and without any persuasion from me. Her weight increases were becoming so frequent that I was often shocked at the increase in her size upon returning home from the longer of my extended business trips. Even at the dinner table I was amazed at the amount of food she ate, and the fact that she always had ample room for extra helpings of desert.

Over more time her eating habits changed to adapt to her growing size and appetite. There came a time when three regularly scheduled and substantial meals each day had become insufficient to sustain her, and she began snacking between meals.

I first noticed this new pattern when I came home for dinner and found her eating the last few bites of a frozen personal pizza that she had warmed-up for herself. Later, I noticed her occasionally having a sandwich between meals during the weekends, not to mention the snacking she was already doing throughout the day on the ample supply of chocolates and sweets I kept throughout the apartment. On occasion she even visited the kitchen between rounds of our nightly sex games for another extra helping of dessert.

Initially I figured that she was just getting hungry early and that she would be eating less during her regular meals. Much to my delight this was not the case. In fact any time she snacked between meals, she always ate all of her normal helpings at her next regular meal, if not more!

At her increased rate of consumption it wasn't long before she completely outgrew the full range of clothes she had just dieted out of, and needed to start buying new clothes in sizes she never needed before. As she had grown accustomed to wearing the latest styles at her reduced size, she was greatly disappointed with the styles of clothing that were available to her at her new size. Although some of the chain stores for large women did carry stylish clothing, she didn’t care for them as they did nothing to flatter her new and considerably larger figure.

This problem was rectified when she sought for and located a seamstress that could make any dress she wanted. She then started purchasing some of the most stylish and expensive dresses at the malls, in sizes that were a fraction of what she required, just to have them replicated in the sizes she needed by her seamstress.

The skinny sales-girls and cashiers in the high-priced boutiques where she bought the dresses often laughed behind her back or gave her looks that said, "Like you'll ever fit into that dress!"

Their opinions she never noticed. In fact, she was more than happy to spend upwards of $300 on a dress that she couldn't even squeeze into and an additional $400 to have a replica made that was many sizes larger. Although the cost of her new wardrobe was astronomical, she looked magnificent in every one of her custom made outfits.

When she reached the 300-pound mark the imminence of future and significant changes to her life were becoming more apparent and prevalent. She had become very aware of her new stature and was never bothered by the changes she needed to make to accommodate it. In fact, no matter how significant those changes were, she readily accepted and easily adapted to them.

The most obvious example of this was the way she accepted the rapid passing of marks on the scale. Not only did this not bother her, but she frequently became aroused whenever she learned that she had gained another five pounds, or more!

Another change was one that I would have never predicted. This was the increase to her sex drive that coincided with her now frequent and significant weight gains. This was evidenced by the fact that she was now initiating sex with greater frequency, and once initiated she was more eager to please me than before. She even became aroused by my need to provide her with assistance with getting into or out of her sexy nighties. This became necessary when the large accumulations of fat on her body made it difficult for her to do without assistance from me.

Finally, and of greater significance and impact to her life, were the persistent increases of her appetite that had occurred over time. Not only was she eating more at her regular meals to satisfy her increasing appetite, she was also snacking with greater frequency. It was now commonplace for her to help herself to bowls of ice cream, slices of cakes, and other assorted goodies throughout the day, and she was also eating more of other foods between meals. Where she would formerly only eat a personal pizza or a simple sandwich between meals, now she was having two, and sometimes three, slices of a regular pizza, or an entire hero sandwich! The results of all this were further, more substantial, and more frequent increases to her already exorbitant weight.

Given her new eating habits, it wasn't long before she was well past the 300-pound mark and had lost any remaining inhibitions she had about her size. She became more meticulous about her appearance, and started making weekly appointments at the local hair and nail salon for every thing from perms and makeovers, to manicures and pedicures. The thing that was most enjoyable for me was her choice of clothing styles. Since she discovered her seamstress, the styles of clothing she wore changed from most flattering to outrageous. In fact, some of the styles were such that they would normally only be worn by daring women that were a fraction of her size.

She was now beyond purchasing store-bought clothes and was having her outfits made to her own specifications. Of course, the cost of doing this was far more than what she was paying to have dresses simply replicated, but the results were well worth it. Everything was custom-made specifically to accentuate every curve of her jumbo figure. Her skirts and dresses were exceedingly short to display her thick and now bulging thighs and calves, and her blouses and sweaters were extremely low-cut to flaunt her excessive cleavage.

As her remarkable appetite was always a neglected part of the measurements taken when she ordered a new set of clothing, all of her new outfits were tight fitting from the moment she received them; as this only served to exhibit more of her rotund figure, neither of us ever complained. As a result, every one of her skirts and dresses stretched across her huge round ass, and all of her sweaters and blouses only emphasized her now balloon size breasts and enormous belly.

To top everything off, she had several bikinis made that she wore at the pool or to the beach, which were exceptional attention grabbers! Her enormous breasts constantly threatened to fall out of the tiny string bikini tops, and her humongous ass and thighs were fully exposed and exaggerated by the skimpy thong bottoms.

Anytime we went out, friends and strangers alike were astonished by her enormous size. While her complete lack of modesty and obvious desire for overindulgence were visibly appalling to other women, other men were consistently stricken with awe at the first sight of her. No matter where we went, other men ogled her abundant figure, while their facial expressions divulged their lustful thoughts of her and envy of me. Anytime she went out alone, other men consistently followed her or directly approached her to ask her out on a date. No matter what line or tactic they tried, she always flatly turned them down. In fact, each incident only served to increase own self-esteem and commitment to me.

By the time she passed the 350-pound mark, life with her was at its best and I couldn't imagine it getting any better. She was by far the fattest woman I had ever known, and I couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful she was. While her entire body was now well rounded with ample supplies of fat, her breasts had received a healthier portion making them extra thick and full, and providing me with the greatest of pleasure in bed. They had also grown to be highly sensitive, and my enjoyment of them while we were having sex further excited her, which only further increased my pleasure.

My sex life with her was also at its best. The pleasure I received in bed with her was significantly greater than when we first met and it improved with every pound she gained. Her sex drive had also grown to the point where she was now initiating sex with greater frequency than I and she had become extremely proficient at bringing me to increasingly greater heights of sexual ecstasy. It was at this time that I decided to make this incredible woman my wife.

I wanted to make my proposal to her on a momentous occasion, so I waited for her to reach 400-pounds; needless to say, I didn’t have to wait long. In only three months time, she gained nearly 50 pounds, and the night she stepped on the scale and saw the dial display 402-pounds was a night I'll never forget. The moment she saw the dial's display, she looked at me with a look of desire that told me she had finally let go of years of pent-up sexual appetite and was finally ready to let herself go; and let herself go she did. That night she displayed more sexual prowess than I had ever seen in her and she successfully brought me to the greatest levels of sexual ecstasy ever. I knew then that tomorrow would be the day.

I remember the night I proposed very well. It was nearly one year since we had met and she was now twice the woman she was then. We had our dinner downstairs sitting at our regular table; she sat across from me with her full face and now tripling chin. Her well rounded shoulders were fully exposed by her short tube top, that was clearly too small and inappropriate for her size. Her plumped arms were pushed slightly outward by the sides of her enlarged breasts and extra large belly roll, and the too small top was stretched to the max by her enlarged and firm breasts, exposing nearly all her cleavage from above and fully exposing her stomach from below; even the bottoms of her breasts protruded from below it!

I always loved watching her eat, but that night was most special. Like an artisan, she skillfully worked her way through two appetizers, a double order of the veal special, and for the very first time, a third entre which was a single order of pasta in a cheese sauce. I eagerly waited as she placed forkful after forkful of the fattening dishes into her mouth with her now plump fingers. With every morsel taken, I watched her sumptuous lips as she eagerly chewed and swallowed her dinners.

After she ordered her third helping of dessert, I presented her with a four carat diamond ring and popped the question. She immediately said, "Yes!" just as her order arrived. She then planned our entire wedding in the next ten minutes, ordered a cheesecake to go, and then she led me upstairs where she treated me to an extra special night of sex games; I was in heaven.

Two weeks later, we were married by a justice of the peace. She wore a dress barely contained her abounding and well-proportioned figure, and we left immediately for a two-week Caribbean cruise. Although the cruise had ample activities and stops available for sightseeing, I recognized that our scale back home would no doubt bear testimony to what activity she partook in most.

This recognition proved to be illusory. On our return home that she discovered that our home scale would be inadequate as the ship's dial was now reading past its 405-pound mark and displayed her impressive weight to be a meager 16 pounds.

Our next scale was ordered from a medical catalog, and at $850 was the most expensive in-home model available. I initially thought it a bit excessive for our needs, but later decided that it was the best quality and well worth the money; it also went up to 600 pounds! By now, the slightest hint of dieting was absent from my beautiful wife's thoughts.

Furthermore, she was now eating far more than I had ever imagined she would or could. At the dinner table, she was now unabashedly helping herself to third and sometimes fourth helpings, and some of her snacks were now becoming full meals. In fact, it had become common for me to come home from work and find an empty pizza box on the kitchen counter, and subsequently watch her devour her typical dinners. She even started bringing food into the bedroom and was regularly snacking between and sometimes during our rounds of erotic sex games.

As more time passed, I found that her new eating habits were causing her to gain weight at an alarming rate. In fact, I was now often shocked at the increase in her size upon returning home from even the shortest of business trips.

Furthermore, as her weight continued to increase at an accelerated rate, so did her appetite for sex. She was now the sole initiator or our sex acts, and more eager to please me than ever before. She loved the fact that I was aroused by her ample supply of fat and was always finding new ways to increase my pleasure me with her abundant figure. She knew that my pleasure increased as she grew fatter and she even started including food in our sex games to further excite me. Over time, this had a profound affect on her appetite as the association of food with sex only served to strengthen her already steadfast preoccupation with both.

The end result was a vicious cycle that only increased her appetites for food and sex. As food was now erotic, preparing and eating it made her quite amorous, and since our sex acts included food, eating became a substitute for sex when I wasn't around. Bottom line, whenever I wasn't around, the more she ate the hornier she got, and the hornier she got, the more she ate. When I was around, I was the sole beneficiary of her now unyielding sexual desires and only needed to indulge her to reinforce the cycle.

Given all the forces that were driving her to eat, it wasn't long before my lovely wife was crushing our new scale at a whopping 450 pounds. Although I didn't mind this a bit, her significant size did begin to create some issues around the apartment. Much of our furniture was not designed to support a person of her weight. Similarly, several doorways had become too small for her sizable girth. At this point, I arranged to have extra supports installed on all the furniture and all the doorways made wider. I replaced most of our living room furniture, whose springs had become long worn and sagged beyond repair, with custom built furniture that was extra large and could survive the weight of an elephant. I even invested in a full size Cadillac to ensure her comfort during her five minute commutes to and from her job, beauty parlors, and especially the food markets.


Apr 16, 2007
Shortly after passing the 450-pound mark, she was demoted at her job from salesgirl to stock-clerk. This was due to the fact that her jumbo size made it difficult to reach for boxes and that she was forever growing out of her uniforms.

Although her hours became long and early, she would never leave the apartment without ever-faithfully applying her blubbery lips to my joystick.

Around the same time, I was promoted to a better paying position that required a good deal more travel than before. This proved to be quite fortunate as it provided me with ample opportunities to spend time with other fat women that were considerably slimmer than my wife, like around 300 pounds. In fact, at one time I managed to keep relationships going with at least three different fat women, all of whom weighed far less than 450 pounds and were most appreciative of my company.

As time went by my wife continued to gain more weight with each passing week. I could not believe how incredibly beautiful she had become and how her body retained its complete firmness and shapeliness. What was even more unbelievable is how much she reveled in her own size and how she loved to proudly display it.

She continuously kept her wardrobe of skimpy clothing up to date and was always adding to it with larger sizes that were even more daring than her older and much smaller ones. Even though she always had enough new clothing on hand, she loved squeezing into clothes that she had long grown out of.

She especially loved to see the expression on my face when the outfits she wore at the dinner table would split at the seams. Whenever this happened, she'd let out the cutest giggle and made some comment like, "Oh my! That's the third time that's happened this week!"

Over time, food shopping for my wife's appetite had become a monumental chore. It seemed that keeping her appetite satisfied required a great amount of attention and money. There came a time when we were filling two shopping carts of food per week and the local grocer loved our visits as we often had them order several special and hard to find items that were priced accordingly.

After some time she discovered and fell in love with one of those supermarket warehouses that sells everything in bulk quantities. As the weeks went by, she became a good customer there and the stock boys were most eager to help her load up the car with her weekly purchases. Although she tipped them well, I suspect they had other reasons for providing their assistance. She typically wore outfits that revealed more cleavage than other well endowed women had, and tight skirts and red high-heel shoes that accentuated her enormous calves and thighs.

Often the stock boys assisted by pushing around an extra shopping cart or two. Aisle after aisle, they'd ogle her impressive figure while waiting for their chance to catch a glimpse of her humongous breasts when she bent over to reach for a something.

With all of this help, she was soon checking out three and four shopping carts instead of two and nearly filling the car to its capacity. When I saw that this was continuing I invested in a high-end SUV to ensure her shopping habits were not restricted by the capacity of our vehicle. Since she had become attached to the Cadillac, I let her keep it to for her regular transportation need.

When she was spending in excess of $2000 per week on food staples alone, I converted our existing kitchen into a den and built her a new one that provided her with every convenience possible. It had ample storage to support her weekly trips to the market, a refrigerator large enough for a restaurant, ample counter space for her to prepare meals on, and lots of open space to not be confining for her extra large figure.

Having every possible amenity readily available had its impact on my wife's already altered lifestyle. She was now quite the princess and didn't have a worry in the world. As a result, she became completely uninhibited about her size, appetite, and sexual desires. Since all of our amenities were designed for someone twice, and in some cases three times, her size, she had no trouble moving about the apartment, or going out to go food shopping or to the beauty salons.

She maintained four closets of her custom made clothes, in sizes that she could barely squeeze into, and always had a few new garments around that were a size or two larger. Our storage was littered with tens of thousands of dollars worth of her old clothing that she had long grown out of and could not give away due to their outrageous styles that no other women of her stature would even think of wearing.

Even our bedroom was extra plush with ample storage space for snacks, and we slept in a custom built bed with steal supports that could only attempt to make her feel small .Her new kitchen provided her with every convenience possible and allowed her to easily prepare her regular daily meals. The overall effect of all this was her continued and increased overindulgence that resulted in rapid, and non-stopping, increases to her weight.

Every time I thought that she had stopped growing, her current clothes began to burst at the seams from her recent gains. Each time this started to occur, she made an appointment with her seamstress to have a complete new wardrobe established before she would grow out of her existing one. Since she was gaining weight at an even faster rate now, it never took very long for her to outgrow anything new that she received.

By now my wife's sexual desires had increased to the point where I was finding it difficult to keep up with her. As time went on I could only imagine how much fatter she could become and if there would come a time when I could no longer satisfy her seemingly unyielding appetites for food and sex. In the mean time, all I could do was anticipate her every need, provide her with everything she wanted, and watch our food and clothing bills skyrocket as she continued to grow and grow and grow.

By the time she reached the 500-pound mark, her body had grown to proportions that I had never thought possible. Every part of her body had become unimaginably fat, while her skin remained soft and clear. Her ass had exploded into a huge expanse that seemed to go on forever and her hips had grown so wide that she could barely fit into any of our oversized armchairs.

When she walked she was forced to waddle due the thickness of her blubbery thighs and her body jiggled with every step she took. I always loved to watch her moving around the house and especially enjoyed the swaying of her hips when she waddled around. What was most enjoyable about her movement was the way the floorboards groaned under her impressive weight.

By now her face had grown considerably fuller, her chin had fully tripled, and her cheeks started showing the formation of jowls. Her hands and fingers had also become laden with fat and her upper arms had become full and bloated. Although she had become completely infatuated with food and sex, I had become completely infatuated with her body.

Although I loved every inch of her enormous body, her tits were the piece de resistance. In fact, her breasts had grown to be the size of watermelons with aureoles the size of desert plates and nipples the size of acorns. They probably would have hung down as far as her snatch had they not been so full and firm, and proudly supported by her enormous stomach. In addition to providing me with great pleasure, her exceedingly endowed chest was often
the source of much attention at her job.

As all of her clothes were very tight, her shirts and dresses were constantly straining in their attempts to contain her tremendous tits. Whenever she bent over, the significant weight of her breasts would further stretch her braziers and shirts, almost to the point of bursting!

Whenever she went to put something away on a lower shelf at work the enormity of her breasts, in combination with the extremely low-cut style tops that she wore, caused a sizable portion of her tit flesh to spill over the tops of her shirts. This created quite a spectacle that most of the male customers enjoyed watching.

Her nipples had also grown to be extremely sensitive and she was easily aroused by even the slightest touch. Whenever we had sex, she loved to smother me in her vast cleavage while I'd suck on her distended nipples and cum with my face buried in her massive mammaries.

As my wife's weight pushed passed the 500-pound mark, her body and lifestyle underwent further changes that were more profound then anything she had gone through previously. So significant were these changes that nothing could have prepared me for them.

In retrospect, it seemed like all changes that she had undergone thus far were just small preparations for what was to inevitably come. While her entire body continued to swell wonderfully as a reaction to her eating habits, large rolls of fat began to form where there was previously only extra thick and fat laden skin. This was especially evident on her back, neck, and under her arms. Although her forearms and calves had long since been laden with fat, now her wrists and ankles had given way to accumulating it too. Even her fingers and toes started looking more like thick sausages.

The impact of these changes to her life was even more dramatic than the changes themselves. The extra weight and rolls of fat made it difficult for her to do many of her everyday chores. Getting dressed required a good deal of extra time and assistance, and all of her movements became slow and methodical.

Walking grew increasingly difficult due to the sheer size of her thighs, which by now were wider than most women's waists, and getting up from the couch or bed became a chore. There even came a time when bending over proved to be a difficult task. This was due to the significant weight of her magnificent breasts, and the fact that she needed to carefully balance herself whenever she did.

While I was astounded by these changes, she accepted them as though they were second nature. She also became completely committed to keeping up her appearance. She consistently kept her entire wardrobe up to date and she even made a point to visit the beauty parlor at least twice a week now.

There were some concessions. Although she continued to maintain a set of bikinis in sizes that she could barely fit into, she did stop wearing them in public. This was due to the fact that the strings were barely strong enough to provide her ponderous breasts with the support they required. She did continue to wear them in private for me, along with her other outrageous nighties that she could barely squeeze into.

Sex with my overstuffed sex goddess was at its best and continuously getting better. Her desire for sex was only matched by her appetite for food, and she was not shy about helping herself to extra portions of either. Her rapidly increasing weight was clear evidence of her unbounded appetite, and she would readily eat several entrees to satisfy her now raging hunger.

The fact that I was having the best sex of my life and was treated to increasingly pleasurable sex several times a day was clear evidence of her appetite for sex, not to mention that she was now the dominant partner in bed and more proficient than ever in pleasuring me. Anytime she wanted sex, she'd waddle over to me and push me in the nearest chair; she'd then sit on my lap with her now seeming acres of ass and push her enormous breasts in my face, enticing me to suck on her enlarged nipples.

My compliance only drove her wild, and she'd subsequently pull me into the bedroom where she would unleash her quarter ton of passion on me and bring me to ever greater heights of sexual ecstasy.

As she approached the 550-pound mark, she was fired from her job at the bakery. This was not only due to the fact that she could barely perform her job's responsibilities, but also because she was constantly eating all the profits. Although I was unsure of how this would affect her, she managed it well just like everything else that was changing in her life. She quickly adapted to a life of staying home, and began to focus a hobby of cooking.
Her days became filled with preparing all types of the richest and most fattening dishes imaginable, which she always and promptly ate afterwards.

Over time, she experimented with a variety of dishes and was quickly becoming better than the chefs at some of our favorite restaurants. Of course, this new found interest only aided in the already rapid increases in her size. Quickly she found that her cooking habits required her to go shopping more. As a result of this and her inability to move about as well as she did before, she started doing her food shopping over the Internet. Every morning she was online placing her orders, and two hours later a delivery truck would bring her several boxes of fresh supplies.

Within a matter of weeks her hobby became a full time job as her appetite required her to be preparing meals for herself throughout the day. Each day started with an enormous breakfast that lasted until 9, and then a mid-morning brunch around 11. She then moved into making herself a multi-course lunch, which lasted until 2 or 3PM.

It was then time for dinner and by the time I got home from work she was already well into her third helping and looking forward to one or two more after she'd pull me into the bedroom where she'd unleash her sexual appetite that had been building throughout the day. Later she'd have several helpings of pastries and cakes for dessert, all of which were homemade and exceptionally rich and fattening.

By the time we were ready for our nightly rounds of sex games, she would already have prepared herself at least one late night snack, which was typically on par with one of her normal dinner helpings.

Although she was now preparing and consuming enough food throughout the day to feed an army, she continued to have plenty of room for more at night. The bedroom was packed with snacks, cakes, and pastries, and she was quite adept at consuming healthy portions between and during our nightly sex binges.

Between our rounds of sex she sat-up in bed and readily helped herself to plate after plate of snacks and desserts. While I eagerly fed them to her, she'd egg me on by rubbing my stiffening joystick in preparation for our next round. During some of our sex acts, she would often stuff herself with goodies while I would be stuffing her with my throbbing cock.

One of our favorites was a doggy style position where she would eat slice after slice of an entire cake with her hands, while I would be pumping her from behind. The reward of bringing her to an orgasm just as she was finishing the last piece was especially exciting for me, and always brought me to a significant climax.

Needless to say, her newfound hobby, and accompanying meal schedule and eating habits resulted in even greater weight gains. By now she was growing out of her new wardrobes at an alarming rate, and our already exorbitant food and clothing bills were mounting at a staggering pace.

To make matters worse, she started ordering food in on the weekends from several local restaurants, and would eat while her seamstress would take her now weekly measurements. Even though the seamstress worked late into Saturday night and through Sunday to finish some pieces, by Monday morning they would already be tight due to my wife's present rate of weight gain.

At her latest rate of growth, it wasn't long before she had quite generously passed the 550-pound mark and had achieved a significantly greater appetite level to match. In fact, her appetite was now so great that her rate of cooking could not keep up with it. Once she finished with one several-course meal, she would not be satisfied and would often order out for more while she began preparing her next meal.

Although our kitchen was plenty big for her, the sheer size of her enormous body made it difficult for her to move about with any speed. As time went by she became more and more dependent on the local restaurants to satisfy her appetite, until she had finally grown so accustomed to eating their foods instead of her own that she eventually gave up cooking for herself.

Once that occurred, she became totally dependent on the local restaurants and bakeries, and was ordering everything in. During the course of any day, at least a-dozen delivery boys stopped by the house to bring her several portions of her favorite dishes. She even had her ex-employer come in on a daily basis to stock the house with an ample supply of cakes and sweets. When I returned from home each night, I would find the house littered with empty takeout trays and boxes, and her in the bedroom working her way through a banquet of food just waiting to be consumed.

As her new appetite and size made it difficult for her to keep up with the cleaning, and keep her hair and nail appointment, she took the liberty of hiring a cleaning company to remove the debris from our apartment on a daily basis and a beautician to come in every morning to do her hair, nails, and makeup. This gave her ample opportunity to catch up on some eating so she wouldn't be so overbearingly hungry by each day's end, and would have ample time for late night activities with me.[/FONT]

Given her newfound appetite and desires for food, it wasn't long before my quarter ton plus love machine managed to surpass the markings on or new scale. Upon returning home from a rather lengthy business trip, during which I managed to spend time with women who were considerably slimmer, only 300 to 350 pounds, I found my beautiful wife sprawled out on the living room floor finishing the last few bites of her sixth pizza pie. Surprisingly she was only wearing one of her silk robes and wasted no time in struggling to her feet to greet me.

After waddling over to me and giving me a big wet kiss, she informed me that she had a big surprise for me. She then removed her robe and revealed a sight that almost had me cumming in my pants. In the time that I was away she had managed to make the most impressive weight gain ever! She had grown to be bigger than I had ever dreamed she could be! Her breasts seemed to have doubled in size, and now billowed out from the space formed by her recently swollen and now pig-butted arms and significantly larger belly. All of this was set on top of her beautifully swollen ass and hips, which were now indistinguishably separated from her barrel size thighs.

After regaining my composure I immediately complimented her on just how beautiful she looked, at her new size and weight which I could hardly wait to find out. She then looked at me with great satisfaction and informed me that she had an even bigger surprise for me later. She then pushed me into a chair with her superior weight, and while pinning me down with her colossal tits, unzipped my fly with her fat greedy fingers. She then applied the blubbery lips of her fat and hungry mouth to my joystick and sucked seemingly quarts of cum from me.

When she had finished, she let out a soft moan and patted her huge belly with tremendous gratification. She then struggled to her feet again and led me down the hall to our customized bathroom. With every step she took, her entire body shimmied and jiggled while her huge ass swayed from side to side.

While she walked, I noticed that her girth almost entirely occupied the width of the hall and that she had to struggle to get her enormous thighs past each other. This was most evident by the huge and pendulous sway of her enormous hips.

As I eagerly followed her down the hall I couldn’t keep myself from running my hands over her mountainous rump, and as I did she looked over her shoulder at me with great satisfaction. I can clearly remember wanting to grab onto her and smother myself in her vast and new accumulations of fat, and the look she gave confirmed that I’d be enjoying that very soon.

As she entered the bathroom, I could see that she purchased a new scale; it was the next model up from the last one I bought, and it went up to 800 pounds! As she walked toward it I couldn’t help notice how our super-sized and custom-built commode and hot tub were now dwarfed by her new girth.

When she stepped onto the scale with her corpulent feet, my heart skipped a beat as the metal creaked under her excessive weight. When the scale leveled off and displayed an impressive 639 pounds, I made some quick calculations and determined that in the 30 days I was away, she had managed to gain an impressive 57 pounds! This showed that she had gained an average of nearly 2 pounds per day, while I was enjoying the company of other fat women that were only half of her size.

After being totally awe-struck by her significant achievement, she whispered in my ear that she was ready to show me the bigger surprise and I eagerly followed her swaying hips as she waddled down the hall again. The entire way floorboards groaned loader than ever under her feet as she waddled to our bedroom.

Upon entering the room, I could not comprehend what I was seeing. The entire room was stocked from floor to ceiling with cakes and desserts, the quantity of which I had never seen before. As I stood in the doorway struck with awe, she approached me with her ponderous body and led me over to our super-size bed where she pushed me down with her superior weight. A

[ter sitting down beside me, causing the bed to sag significantly under her bulk, she began caressing my already stiff joystick with her fat, pudgy fingers. She then whispered to me, "I wanted to make your weekend home a memorable one, so I bought-out the contents of four bakeries this morning, and I intend to eat every morsel with your help feeding me and washing everything down."

With that, she took my hand and moved it over her swollen breasts and distended stomach, and proceeded to push me down further on the bed. As she leaned over me, her already jumbo breasts grew even larger as they dangled from her fattened chest. Just the thought of having her huge bulk lying on top of me was incomprehensive, but the actual movement of her giant breasts and colossal girth over me was breathtaking.

As she moved over me, I began to fondle her breasts, neither of which could be contained by both of my hands and each of weighting well over 25 pounds. As she positioned herself over me, she lowered one of her breasts over my face and let out a deep moan as I began to suck on her huge nipple that now filled my entire mouth. I could then feel the remainder of her breast resting on my face, almost suffocating me, as the heaviness of her bloated belly settled on my chest and stomach! When the remainder of her significant weight pressed against me I could feel her blubbery hands guiding my stiff rod between her gargantuan thighs, and then into her warm wet pussy.

As she continued to lie on top of me I could feel her vast accumulation of fat enveloping my body and my body being pushed further into the mattress by her monumental weight. She began to heave her massive hips and ass, and my joystick eagerly slipped in and out of her warm pussy while I explored and squeezed what I could reach of her massive body with my hands.

It wasn't long before my entire body clenched with pleasure and I pumped what seemed to be gallons of cum into her warm chasm. This orgasm lasted for minutes, and when I finally felt it lifting her orgasm hit. So strong was her orgasm her entire body quivered and quaked like a giant waterbed and at that moment I felt a huge rush come over me and I was launched into another climax, this one several times stronger than the last and causing me unload more cum than ever before.

Soon after that another one hit, and then another. Then it was wave after wave of increasingly pleasurable climaxes, each one significantly stronger and longer than the last. After what seemed to be an hour, she lifted her mass off of me and after pulling her huge breast away from my face, she gave me a warm wet kiss with her fattened tongue and blubbery lips.

While I feebly attempted to pull my now one-third ton sex goddess back on top of me, she looked at me with a seductive grin and told me "All this exercise has made me so hungry. Especially since my afternoon snack was interrupted!"

She then rolled the rest of her colossal bulk off of me, rubbed her distended stomach, and with a soft giggle said, "I'm ready anytime you are sweetheart!"

With my entire body aching with pleasure from the past hour of orgasms, I struggled to get up and immediately fetched the first cake I could find. It was a sheet-cake size cheesecake, several inches thick that must have weighted 5 pounds. After bringing it over to the bed where she was waiting for me, she pulled out a large fork and began to devour it as though the entire cake was a single slice. As she ate, she made soft moans of satisfaction and became visibly and increasingly aroused with every mouthful. After several forkfuls, she started rubbing my throbbing cock with one hand while she continued to eat with the other.

In what seemed to be only minutes, she consumed the entire cake and I was ready to burst. As I watched her head going down I couldn't stop thinking about how much she would really eat, and most of all how much she would weigh afterwards. In no time she brought me to a climax that surpassed the earlier ones and sucked more cum from me than had ever been discharged before. Without batting an eyelash, or giving me a chance to recover, she requested another helping and I immediately struggled to my feet and fetched another cake.

The remainder of the weekend was spent the same way, her consuming cake after cake after cake, and after she brought me to newer heights of sexual ecstasy. We did take a few breaks where she tried on her latest outrageous and custom-made negligees, which became increasingly tighter through the weekend until one split open while she was eating. When this happened, she giggled and said "Oh my, there goes another $450 dollar nightie. I guess the other seven I had made for this weekend won't fit anymore either."

By Monday morning, she managed to finish everything in sight and only exhibited signs of wanting more. After an additional round of sex, she got up and moved her bulk to the kitchen and opened our industrial size refrigerator where she was keeping a final bonus. She removed two one gallon tubs of ice cream, took a large spoon from the drawer, sat at the kitchen table, and proceeded to consume one after the other. After washing these down with a quart of heavy cream, she patted her bloated belly and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. She then said "Gee. That was a great snack; I can hardly wait for breakfast."

With that, I helped her to her feet and eagerly followed her down the hall to the bathroom. When she finally got to the scale, I couldn't believe my eyes. She weighed in at a whopping 657 pounds! Over our extended weekend, she had managed to gain an additional 18 pounds; incredible!

As I stood next to her, dwarfed by her tremendous girth and astonished at her significant achievement, she walked over to me and began to fondle my aching balls and stroking my already stiffened rod. She then led me back to bedroom, the entire way I caressed her colossal buttocks and thighs as I was hypnotized by the swaying of her hips and the jiggling of her fat.

The remainder of our day was spent exploring her new accumulations of blubber while she brought me to record breaking heights of sexual pleasure. The fact that she was nearly three and a half times the woman I had met and was continuing to bring me increasing sexual pleasure gave me greatest satisfaction. The thought of her becoming four or even five times the woman I had met and bringing me even greater pleasures only made things more exciting.


Apr 16, 2007
After that weekend, our lives were never the same. Her appetite became incessant and there was rarely a minute in the day when she could stop eating or having sex. Each night I returned home I learned of the weight she gained during the day, and she was always sporting a new outfit that never stood a chance of being worn a second time. Within weeks she passed the 700-pound mark and showed no signs of stopping there!

Life with her at this point was incredible, and the thought of her growing bigger only excited me more, and sex with my now one-third-ton plus goddess was no longer an option; it was mandatory. Every time I returned home, she eagerly greeted me at the door and unzipped my pants to gain access to my joy stick so she could have her way with me, and have her way she did.

She'd immediately begin stroking my cock with her extremely soft hands that were now thick with layers of fat, and then begin to work on me with her hungry mouth. She'd then entice me into the bedroom, stroking my cock the entire way, where she'd push me onto the bed with her vastly superior size and subsequently swallow me under vastness.

Once I was pinned under her mass, she consistently brought me to unending waves of overlapping climaxes, often for hours on end. Only when her appetite for food overtook her desire for sex did she leave me to recover, but always wanting more. Long before I'd have a chance to recover from these encounters, she'd return for more and pleasure me further until the early hours of the morning when we would both eventually fall asleep, but not for long.

Eventually, I'd be awakened by her massaging my balls and stroking of my cock, and soon enough I'd be rock hard, she'd attack me again, and I'd be thrown into more waves of pleasure. Often I'd wake up to find my legs buried under her now 30 pound pair of breasts and her greedily gulping down the gallons of cum being pumped into her mouth while I was uncontrollably and repeatedly climaxing, each one always significantly stronger and more pleasurable than the last.

It wasn't long before she was crushing our newest scale at over 800-pounds and things that once seemed simple were becoming major chores. Walking grew increasingly difficult not only due to the size of her thighs but also because of the total mass of her body; a great effort was required to get 800 pounds moving, and to stop moving. Each of her legs weighed in excess of 150 pounds each, exceeding the weight of an average woman, and each of her arms weighed in at over 70 pounds each, rivaling the weight of the thighs of a typical fat woman.

The remainder of the 360 pounds was spread across her incredible ass, torso, and magnificent breasts, which now exceeded 40 pounds each! While her entire body remained firm and shapely, every inch of her body now jiggled whenever she moved, and continued for moments after. Her days were spent either eating in bed or on the couch as her appetite required a constant flow of food, and the sheer weight of her arms made it a challenge for her to feed herself.

Despite these challenges, she continued to eat to satisfy her now insatiable hunger for food and move about to attack me to satisfy her now unyielding appetite for sex. Just the thought of her moving towards me to sit on my lap and burying my legs under her incredible ass and her pushing of those magnificent breasts in my face was enough to drive me wild.

What was most impressive was how the structure of our building reacted to her latest weight gains. The floors in any room she was in now bowed under her mass, causing walls to buckle and sheetrock to crack. The building's center support columns now groaned under her mass and the entire building would sway whenever we had sex.

After being requested to leave by our landlord, it became obvious that she had now outgrown the building and I quickly made arrangements for a new residence that could support my now industrial size love goddess. After meeting with several architects and contractors I went forward with plans and built a house designed to provide every amenity possible for someone three times her size!

The finished product was a massive ranch, with no stairs to negotiate and reinforced cement floors that could support the weight of a tank. All the rooms were enormous; the smallest of which was larger than the four car garage, the largest of which was our bedroom which was the size of a small banquet hall. All of the doorways were larger than one-car garage doors and the hallways that were equally wide.

The floor plan was more like that of a warehouse than a residence, but it was necessary to ensure my burgeoning beauty had plenty of space to grow. I installed an in-door in-ground swimming pool with adequate heating to make it her private hot tub, a the kitchen was setup like one for a banquet hall, and display-case style refrigerators, steam tables, and open food pantries were liberally distributed throughout the house.

I even made arrangements with a catering service to keep our steam tables fresh with ample trays of her favorite dishes, and our display cases and pantries over-stocked with ample supplies of her favorite cakes, deserts, and snacks, and a cleaning service to keep after the chores. After moving in, my incredible wife took a great liking to our new residence and spent her days helping herself to tray after tray of the fattening meals I kept on the menu for the catering company to keep fresh throughout the day.

She spent ample time in the hot-tub and afterwards I'd apply gallons of lotions and oils to her skin to help stave off stretch marks and cellulite, and afterwards she consistently reward me for my efforts in spades. Our bedroom was the centerpiece of our new residence, with a custom made bed that was larger than the entire bedroom we just left, with its own set of steam tables, display-case refrigerators, and food pantries.

In essence the bedroom was setup like a catering hall with a giant bed in the middle instead of tables, and the ample supply of food kept her nearby anytime she got hungry between our hours of sex so she could quickly return and bring me to ever greater levels of pleasure.

Today, my beautiful wife weighed in at over half-a-ton at a whopping 1,106 pounds on our newest scale. This one is integrated into one of our garage bays as it is normally used for weighing small trucks and capable of measuring masses of up to 10 tons or 20,000 pounds!

Her seamstress continues to make her plenty of new clothing to wear, but the sheer mass and inertia of her fat causes everything to rip whenever she moves; even the toughest denim cannot contain my beauty’s massive curves. She enjoys my helping her get into outrageous outfits that we both know won't last for more than a few minutes, and then she will waddle around me causing her entire figure to giggle and shake. This quickly results in seams bursting and her fattened breasts and ample rolls of fat then falling free.

She'll then waddle over to me and smother me in warm kisses before pushing me into a nearby chair, sitting on my lap with her full weight, and finally pushing her now double beach ball size breasts into my face.

Just my mouthing one of her now golf-ball size nipples drives her wild and she'll then pull me up and herd me into the bedroom, stroking my rock hard cock the entire way. Once there she demonstrates the benefits that her vastly superior size has over me, and proceeds to have her way with me.

While she is now more than 5 times the woman I met only three years ago, she consistently brings me pleasures that are immeasurable and continuously improving with every new pound of fat that is added to her figure that exceeded the definition of overabundance hundreds of pounds ago. She has grown to be a gorgeous mountain of fat that consistently wants two things, more food and more sex.

While I ensure she is supplied with an unending supply of the best and most fattening foods imaginable, she provides me with an unending supply of sex that continuously gets better, and sex with my over half-ton goddess is most thrilling. Whenever she assumes the bottom position, I climb on-top of her and bury my face in either of her now 50 pound breasts. While I suck on her bloated nipples, my torso is wonderfully cushioned by her enormous stomach while my hips and thighs are swallowed by her massive and blubbery thighs.

As I pump her now fat engorged pussy with my throbbing cock, she enjoys multiple orgasms while simultaneously noshing on a nearby snack as I enjoy increasingly pleasurable climaxes. I also love our doggie style position where she gets on all fours and proudly presents me with her now ocean of ass and ever moist pussy for my enjoyment.

Just kneeling behind her and admiring the enormity of her ass that nearly exceeds the span of my arms and the sea of fat that has accumulated over her entire body is enough to set me off, but actually grabbing on and pumping her full of my love juices while looking over the waves of fat that form from my pounding of her lavishly padded rear is most thrilling!

She knows full well that I love her to be on-top and she is most delicate when lying on top of me to ensure that I’m not hurt under her extreme weight, but once there she buries my head in either one of her massive breasts and I’m consistently thrown into unending waves of uncontrollable climaxes, each of which is significantly stronger and vastly more pleasurable than the last.

She'll often keep me pinned there for hours as I'm incapable of lifting her mass, until her appetite for food overtakes her desire for sex. While I consistently look for ways to extend these encounters, her appetite for food consistently returns too soon and she always leaves me always wanting more. We also enjoy experimenting with new positions and she continues to provide me with the best oral sex of my life.

As she continues to have a steady stream of food supplied to her, she grows fatter each day and my attraction to her increases with every pound gained. She eats her meals well into the night and I spend hours caressing her massive breasts, ass, legs, and stomach and she brings me to record-breaking levels of sexual ecstasy with continuously increasing proficiency. When it is time for me to sleep I cuddle up next to her while she continues to feast till the wee hours of the morning.

When she finally does fall asleep, it's not for long since her unyielding appetites awakens her and she continues to gorge herself on food and me. I'm consistently awakened to find her gulping down gallons of cum as I'm repeatedly climaxing into her blubbery and ever hungry mouth, or finding my face already buried under her mammoth breasts and my body pinned under her extreme girth, as my cock is sliding in and out of her wet pussy just as I'm being hurled into my ultimate treat of a series of uncontrollable and ever increasingly pleasurable climaxes; life couldn't be better!

I've recently experimented with liquid nutritional substitutes as a means of getting her now insatiable appetite for food satisfied. Although she has been capable of drinking the thick fluids faster than she can eat solids, she must consume several gallons rather quickly to become filled. Even then, it is not long before her appetite returns and demands another gallon or two!

As I sit here watching her devour the last few bites of another catering tray of food from one of our steam tables I can only imagine that we will need a much larger and significantly stronger bed soon.

Judging by our weekly food and clothing bills of over $5,000 and the astronomical costs of paying a catering company to keep our steam tables fresh throughout the day, I expect to be broke by this time next year. As I contemplate what I will do when the money runs out, I can only anticipate that I will know what it will be like to have sex with a one-ton sex goddess by then.

Just the thought of her being 10 times the woman I met is exhilarating, but imagining what it would be like to have sex with that much woman is even more thrilling. To help move things along I just liquidated $400,000 in assets. I am also entering into an arrangement with a pharmaceutical company to mass-produce an improved version of their liquid nutritional supplement, which I concocted to include far more starches and fats than theirs causing each gallon to contain more than 100 times the daily calories recommended by the FDA! The first shipment will be for the largest semi tank-trailer, full with 10,000 gallons.

Since the last time I had this mix on hand she was able to consume 10 gallons in a single day, and I anticipate this first supply can last her for well over a year. I additionally have them contracted to come by monthly to top-off the tank to guarantee it will never run dry.

To make it easier for her to ingest, I contracted with a plumber to install a special delivery system that will include an automatic pump that increases flow based on demand and is capable of pushing out up to 2 gallons per minute! It will be directly connected to the 10,000 tank to ensure she will have an unending supply.

The pump will deliver the product to taps I'm having installed next to our couches and hot tubs, and I made certain to have several taps delivered right next to our bed to ensure she has direct access to it during our rounds of sex; I'm anticipating that this will enable her to remain extremely well fed while pleasuring me with unending waves of orgasms, for potentially days.

As I'm eagerly signing the contract, she's giving me that look that suggests she wants to wash down her recent catering tray with a healthy portion of cum. While my balls are aching from the previous 7 rounds with her this evening, the thought of another round with her is already causing my ever-ready cock to harden. Who am I to disappoint her?

Britt Reid

Library Editor
Oct 28, 2009
OK - here is the edited version, which was erroneously posted in three posts to the wrong forum using excessively long paragraphs. We have tried to conform to the paragraphing of the original. The third section especially contains a great deal of new text not in the original version..

The author's question about fantasy vs erotica archival assignment is noted and understood. The answer is that erotica trumps fantasy when both are in a tale.