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-Two weeks later-
“Hey! Fat ass, we are going to do another video” Isa says to Amber. “Get up and waddle after me”
Amber was still resting from her lunch which had been an insane amounts of hamburgers. Amber groans and pushes her, now 327 pound, body up. Stabilizing a bit before following Isa.
“You are going to meet up with another model of Olivia” Isa says over her back as she slows her pace to let the fat blond catch up. “Her name is Kimmy a sweet girl.”
Amber just follows Isa and they walk into a room which seems familiar. It was the gym! The one where they one of her first video’s.
“Go get dressed” Isa says smirking “You know the drill. Oh and Kimmy will be waiting there for you to get to know her. Once you two get out of the dressing room I start rolling”
Amber goes to the dressing room with a feeling of dread. She enters and is immediately greeted from one side.
“Hey, you must be Amber” A kind voice says from one side “Nice to meet you”
Amber turns and is surprised to see what kind of person fits the voice. By the voice and the name you would say Kimmy is a sweet, young, tiny girl. However the girl that greets Amber is tall, probably close to six foot and incredibly muscular. Not bloated body-builder muscular, but pure strength and a very low body fat type of muscular. Amber shakes her hand and Kimmy smiles kind. She puts her hands in her side and accentuating her fit figure. She has rock hard abs, large biceps and large strong upper legs.
“Ready for a work out?” Kimmy says beaming.
“A workout?” Amber asks surprised, though she knew this would probably happen.
“Yeah Isa wants us to work out together” Kimmy says sitting down and drinking some water “Which is fine since I basically live here”
Kimmy laughs and takes some more.
“So shall I first tell you a bit about myself? Then you can change and then you can tell me about yourself.” Kimmy starts “So I am Kimmy, I am the biggest sports model of Olivia’s fitness studio models. I am 5’11’’ and I weigh 184 pounds, but have a fat percentage of under 6 %.”
Kimmy was rightfully proud of her achievements.
“So what about you?” Kimmy asks interested. She is looking at how the blond girl had managed to stuff herself into clothing just like hers, just many sizes bigger and still to small. They were both wearing a crop top that left the midsection uncovers. For Kimmy this meant her abs, for Amber her large belly hanging over her pants. As pants they were both wearing stretch pants. Kimmy’s showed muscles all over. Amber’s were just stretched thin over her enormous ass.
“Eh I am Amber…. I work for OBPS” Amber says “I am 5’4’’ and currently weigh 327 pounds”
“Great” Kimmy says not wavering in her attitude. “Let’s get out there and get some pictures.”

“The fit and the fat” Isa greets them as they come out, camera in hand. She immediately focuses on the midsection of the two women. Amber on the left, Kimmy on the right. The left side of the frame shows a teardrop shaped belly hanging over the waistband of the pants. It jiggled with each step and had angry stretchmarks crawling all over it. It bulged forward and got wider towards the bottom, showing a deep crease where the belly button was. The right side of the frame could have been the model for a Roman sculpture depicting a female goddess of strength. The chiseled abs of Kimmy did no jiggling whatsoever. Her muscled sides made it clear that Amber’s midsection was not only covered in layers upon layers of fat. It also made it apparent that Amber was over twice as wide as she was.
“Such a lovely comparison.” Isa says grinning “Would you mind turning around and standing hip to hip with each other?”
Kimmy turns around and grabs her arms behind her back, flexing her muscles. She gives a cute smile over her shoulder as she looks down at her own physique. Amber hesitates, but also turns around. If their midsections weren’t contrasting enough, then their backsides was a stunning comparison. When Kimmy turns around you can see the motion of her large muscles as they work. With Amber not only does it take longer to turn around, but also sees a whole deal of jiggling as the motion causes her fat ass, thighs and back to quiver. Even though Kimmy has larger upper legs, no doubt due to weight lifting with squats. Amber’s thighs are still much, much bigger and rounder. There was little, none, flexing that Amber could do. Isa smiles proud and gives her a thumb up.
“Good” Isa says “Now before we start I got the both of you a protein bar”
“Thanks” Kimmy says honest and takes one of the bars.
“Amber you have three of them because…. Well you know, you’re fat” Isa says making a thinking face for a second as she tries to find a reason to feed Amber three bars. “Oh and I saw Kimmy brought water so I got you a sports bottle as well.”
Amber get’s three bars stuffed in her arms and bottle that smells very sweet. It was probably some high sugar soda, but obviously not water. Amber looks at the bar ‘ XL, 290 calories, 20g fat, 26g prot, 11g carb.’.
“almost 900 calories of pre-workout energy” Amber thinks as she gets started. The bars are dry and not tasteful so she washes them down with the soda. Not long after Kimmy finished her bar, Amber had finished all three of her own. Isa asks them over to a free area with mats and weights.
“Now first we will show off what Kimmy trains on. So to do that we will do some jumping jacks and pushups” Isa instructs. “Later we will show Kimmy on what you are trained at Amber”
Kimmy waves at some models that pass who wave back and then look confused at Amber.
“For the Jumping jacks you two get one minutes so get in line next to each other” Isa says and the woman follow her orders “And…go!”
Kimmy fanatically starts doing the exercise at high speed. Amber looks over, but soon starts doing the exercise as well. Or, at least an attempt at it. Where Kimmy is smooth and fast, Amber is slow and clumsy. With each hop Amber feels her belly jolt up and then slap back down again. She feels her arms jiggle wildly as she moves them about. The worst however, was that after a meager six jumps she was already tired and after ten she had to give in.
“Done” Isa says pleased as she looks at Amber’s plump bosom rise and fall with her quick breathing “Amber…. Eleven, barely. Kimmy I counted….60?”
“57 yeah” Kimmy confirms, she was not even breathing any faster “Are you really already tired?”
Amber looks up at the tall woman and sees that it is an honest question. In Kimmy’s world it was not possible to be so out of shape to not be able to do a simple exercise. In Amber’s this was already heavy and only made her hungry and longing to sit down and relax. Amber just nods and Kimmy raises her eyebrows.
“Now push-ups” Isa announces “Same thing, only this time two minutes.”
Amber and Kimmy get down on the mat. Amber catches Kimmy stare at the roll of fat that Amber’s belly forms as she sits down. Kimmy smiles awkward and looks away.
“Timer starts when one of you finishes the first push up” Isa informs them.
Kimmy gets into position her body neatly stretched in a perfect position. Smoothly she moves down and pushes herself up again. She even alternates between hands sometimes. Amber heaves and gets on her knees. She feels her belly hang down and slap into her thighs.
“Just like the old times” Amber encourages herself.
Amber tries to get into the same stretched out position, but the moment she moves her second knee her muscles immediately fail to keep her up. With a soft thud her flabby figure falls to the ground. Her fall softened by her fat belly.
“Too fat for one fucking push up” Isa growls, but her voice betrays how much she likes it “Do it the easy way with both your knees on the ground”
Amber huffs from getting up again and tries it with both her knees on the ground.
“How on earth was this still so tough?!” Amber thinks as she feels her arms burn.
She looks at her upper arms and at the quivering motion it makes when she moves. Her arm fat obscures the bend of her elbow. After a bit Amber has to pause again.
“What is it fatty? Still to hard?” Isa taunts “Well I guess that will do then, I counted eight of the simple ones and zero real pushups, but I will be generous and count that failed attempt as one. Kimmy how many real pushups did you do?”
“115” Kimmy says stretching her arms with a proud smile. “but I do this all the time”
“Right” Isa says with a grin “Any words for butterball”
“Eh…. Well don’t focus on what others say. Do your own thing, no one knows you better than you” Kimmy says in an inspirational way “One is just the starting number for many more. As long as you keep up”
“One pound of fat was also the start for Amber” Isa says annoyed, not expecting Kimmy to be so positive about the fat woman her workout “And the results speak for themselves of how many more piled on…..And better, how many more there will come”
Amber and Kimmy both fall silent for a bit, but Amber likes Kimmy’s attitude.
“Now Kimmy, would you like to see what Amber is trained at?” Isa says, like a show woman at a circus.
“Yeah sure” Kimmy says honest.
“Well Amber is good at getting fat” Isa says while she reveals a small carton container “Very fat in fact. So what I have here is a liter of pure coffee creamer, with a bit of sugar added for the taste. It is a clean 1900 calorie, 200 grams of pure fat, weight gain bomb. And Amber is going to drink it all… in less than two minutes.”
Kimmy looks astonished at Amber and Isa gives her the carton.
“Common Amber show Kimmy what a fatty you are” Isa says with a malicious grin “Or should I tell Olivia you are not cooperating?”
A tense bit of silence falls, but when Isa starts the timer and shows she is serious. Amber puts away her pride and takes the first couple of big gulps. The stuff was rich, it was cream (duh), and sweet by the sugar. Amber takes a breather moment and continues. Soon enough half of it is gone. Kimmy watches in astonishment. More gulps and Amber is heaving a bit from how fast she is drinking. A bit of the cream stains her top and her stretch pants as it trickles down her belly. Amber catches herself thinking that she doesn’t even dislike the cream with sugar. It wasn’t great, but not too bad.
“Ten, nine …” Isa counts down as Amber is on the last bit. “And zero.”
Amber lets the container drop to the ground, it was empty.
“wow” Kimmy says amazed “Never seen that before”
Amber’s cheeks flush and Isa closes the camera.
“You two were great. Now Kimmy if you will excuse us” Isa says as she thanks Kimmy “Amber has to get ready for her snacks….. After all next time you see her, she has to be even fatter.”

-That evening at home-
Amy was sitting in front of Joe. Joe has his legs spread around her and holds her tight while the television plays a show that none of them was paying attention to.
“Really, a whole liter of just cream?” Joe asks astonished as Amber tells about her day.
“Yup and after that Isa insisted on me eating my normal snacks” Amber says while nodding “I thought I was going to explode…. My poor tummy.”
“Such a poor tummy indeed” Joe says putting his hand on it. “Perhaps it needs some comfort food?”
“Of course you would see this as an opportunity to make me fat…ter” Amber sighs “Is there any ice cream?”
“Of course” Joe says getting up with a smile and fetching a tub of ice cream. He gets back into position and hands the ice cream to Amber.
“Joe…. What if I get too fat?” Amber says after spooning in two spoons of sugary ice cream.
“What do you mean?” Joe asks confused.
“Well…. Today made me realize…. If I ever wanted to lose weight” Amber says pausing for a bit and looking at the tub of ice cream “It might be really though…. Lately I just feel hungry all the time…. And the exercise today was almost impossible…. So what if I can’t really diet or exercise.”
“You will be a fat girl” Joe says kissing her neck “No issues there for me”
“Yeah I know that….” Amber says as the allure of the ice cream takes over and she spoons her mouth full again. “But I will get really, really fat…. ”
“Babe” Joe says with a bit of a snicker “You are already quite fat…. And honestly I think it is working out pretty well”
“Yeah, but to never be skinny again….just feels weird” Amber sighs.
“You might never be skinny again….not a problem at all. Just focus on being happy as a fat woman” Joe says “You like eating a lot, you like food. You dislike exercise… so you are going to be a fat woman… that is completely fine”
“I didn’t use to dislike exercise” Amber defends herself.
“You didn’t use to weigh over 320 pounds. You didn’t use to eat a tub of ice cream as an evening snack. You didn’t use to have a lovely belly and nice round butt” Joe says and lovingly shakes Amber’s belly “But you do now. Stop comparing yourself to the past. Live in the now and be happy.”
Amber spoons up more ice cream while she pounders the thought. Live in the now, live in the now of the fat woman that she is?

-A week a later-
“You have obviously gained weight” Kris says with a sarcastic face as Amber approaches.
“Hey, rude!” Amber says, but laughs in the end as she and Kris hug each other.
Kris and her have been meeting up and Kris was the only person besides Joe that Amber trusted with her experiences around gaining weight. They met up frequently and Kris saw Amber slowly increase every time. Amber doesn’t even have to hide her feedee habits around Kris anymore. Like now as Amber is finishing up a meatball sandwich as they meet at a small bar again. This made Kris even able to joke around Amber like the “you gained weight” joke that she now often used.
“But out of curiosity, love” Kris says “What are you at nowadays?”
“Not sure, was 327 not long ago” Amber says thinking for a bit “so let’s say around 3-30?”
“pffff ” Kris huffs ending in a whistle “If someone would have told me during our college days. That you would one day weigh over 330 pounds. I would’ve declared them a lunatic right there. 330 pounds, so three times the skinny Amber of 110 pounds.”
“Yeah… three times” Amber says with a half hearted laugh. She hadn’t realize she was close to tripling her weight.
“Who knows? You might end up quadrupling your original weight” Kris says, half joking “After all you are full of surprises.”
“Over 400? You’re crazy” Amber says, wanting to laugh it off, but something inside her was a bit worried.
“It’s fascinating you know. I have never been close with a … bigger girl” Kris say weighing her words “I mean I know some plumper girls and so… but not like this”
The waiter comes to take their orders. Kris orders an ice tea, glances at Amber and smiles. She adds an extra-large nacho cheese to the order.
“Thought you might be hungry” Kris says with a wink. “Like, I’ve been curious. You told me some of the positive things of you getting…..well fat, but what are some of the down sides?”
“My poor wardrobe suffered for my indulgence” Amber immediately sighs. “I mean buying new stuff is fun and all, but I find less and less cute things for me to wear. And realizing you are too big for some of your favorite stuff can also be hard. Also I switch stores quite often because if I show up so often, bigger every time, it gets me odd looks.”
Kris nods and the waiter serves their drinks.
“Old floors are a nuisance now, because they make so much more sound.” Amber continues, she eyes the nacho’s and decides to just go for them. “I kind of eat a lot of the time during the day, which doesn’t have to be bad. However, it creates habits. So now when I not eat for a while, I kind of feel like I’m forgetting something. Which is odd.”
“Really?” Kris says interested, taking two nacho’s and allowing Amber to take another handful.
“And lately my size, and especially my butt and hips can cause trouble” Amber says as another handful of nacho’s disappear “You know those small diner two seater cubicles? Well not only do I sort of have to slide in them, last time me and Joe were there he couldn’t sit beside me. I mean I know I am three times the weight I used to be, but my ass is like four or five times the size it used to be.”
“Are you for real?” Kris says her mouth open in surprise “How did Joe react?”
“Happy… of course” Amber nodded “He insisted that we would order a double portion. Or well I got a double portion, god I was stuffed after that.”
Kris feels a little uneasy, but she spots a hint of sly smiles as Amber thinks back of the moment.
“Anything else you want to get off your heart?” Kris says, shaking off her judgement.
“Final thing I complain about are stairs” Amber says “When you go up, you really feel your added weight. When you go down I have some trouble seeing the steps sometimes.”
“Why?” Kris asks dull.
“Really?” Amber says sarcastic as she lifts her boobs and then pats her belly.
“ah right… your own….figure gets in the way” Kris realizes. “You two sure are a special couple you know?”
“We are” Amber agrees as another hand of Nacho’s follow “We are”

-Later that evening-
“How did you manage to get so fat private?” Joe asks.
They were doing a bit of role playing in their bedroom. Joe had poor officers outfit, but it did its job. Amber was wearing a skirt that was way too small and a button down shirt. The skirt couldn’t be zipped up and saw Amber’s fat butt cheeks peek underneath it. The button up shirt was a size large, which was much too small for Amber nowadays. The buttons around her belly couldn’t be fastened and the others were strained. Showing gaps of soft flesh between the buttons. The whole outfit used to be a sexy sailor Halloween costume. Amber was standing in the middle of room, she liked it when Joe teased her. It was different from when Isa did it, with him the teasing was dripping with admiration. Amber’s stomach growls and Joe looks at her with a smirk. To prepare for this roleplay Amber had skipped dinner, now she felt ravenous.
“look at that wobbling gut” Joe says stern, staying in his roll. “Jiggle that gut private!”
Amber smiles and puts her hand underneath her belly. She lifts the thick sag of fat and let’s drop again. Only to repeat the maneuver a couple of times.
“My god woman, you are obese!” Joe scowls, he was good at staying stern.
“Sorry… sir” Amber says seductive as she looks at Joe.
“No talking when you are not asked to” Joe says like a real officer “As a punishment do 5”
“5 …. Pushups?” Amber says, knowing well that, that was impossible.
“A fatty doesn’t do pushups” Joe teases “A fatty just eats. 5 mini-donuts and fast”
Joe hands Amber a large box with 10 mini-donuts. Amber opens the box, looks at Joe and licks her lips. She gets started on the first mini-donut.
“You looking at me funny private fatty? Another five donuts” Joe says smirking as he adds another box, but quickly regaining his character. Amber is meanwhile on mini-donut five already. The donuts were about two bites in size with a sweet glazing.
“I see my fatty is enjoying the donuts” Joe says rubbing Amber’s fat bloated gut. “Standard 20 gram glazed mini donuts with powdered sugar. 80 calories and 4 grams of fat a piece, but you gobble them down like they are breath mints.”
Joe lists the details like a staff sergeant introducing a type of ammo. Amber gets a guilty blush as she shoves two donuts at the same time into her mouth. Goddamn she was hungry and all of this turned her on and made her…. Even hungrier.
“No wonder your ass got this fat” Joe says as he walks to Amber’s back. He lifts the skirt and pats her large left butt cheek. “quite fat indeed….But not fat enough. Another five mini-donuts. 15 in total.”
Amber is meanwhile shoveling in the donuts like it is a race. Mini-donut seventeen and eighteen enter her mouth.
“Those breasts still need some catching up” Joe says as he looks down on Amber’s bust “A donut for each of them.”
Joe squats in front of Amber and brings his face level with her belly. He squeezes the fat roll that hangs over her waistband.
“An impressive belly indeed” He notes “Could be bigger though. Another five donuts for that belly”
“I only have two left” Amber says with puffed cheeks, full of donut.
“Tsk, tsk. No worries my sizable girlfriend” Joe says as he straightens out. “As always I am prepared”
Joe goes over to their walk in closet and comes out with ten more boxes of the mini-donuts.
“2400 grams of mini-donuts” Joe says marveling “A whole meal of them, with combined almost a pound of fat. And you are going to eat…every..single..one..of them.”
Joe prods Amber’s belly and hands her a new box.
“From now on the only sound that you will have to make is eating.” Joe says stern, he knew how to get Amber in the mood. “That belly of yours still have plenty of growing to do and I want your ass fat enough to take up the back of our car.”
“Joe… there is so much. I don’t think I can eampff” Amber says, but is silenced by the fried snack.
“that gut of yours shows of plenty of storage space tough” Joe taunts after stuffing another two mini-donuts in Amber’s mouth. The next twenty minutes are spend with either Amber stuffing her own mouthful or Joe making sure that her mouth is full. Then a short break and Joe gets her a drink, a milkshake, and they continue.
After an hour there were seven empty boxes at the side of the bed, one open one on Amber’s belly, and open one in Joe’s hands and three more to the side of her.
“Ugh I’m getting fat” Amber says as she looks how high the box stands in the air as it rests on her belly.
“You are indeed” Joe says giving her a kiss and feeding her another couple of donuts.
“Just a couple of pounds” Amber says with her mouth full. “That is what I said when we started this”
“A couple of hundred is still a couple” Joe says soothing as he lovingly puts his large hand at the top of the pale soft dome that is Amber’s belly.
“What if I get even heavier?” Amber asks, this time feeding herself some donuts.
“I will just think you are even prettier” Joe says as he empties his box of donuts in Amber’s one and grabs a new one.
“Do I really have to eat them all?” Amber asks with a bit of a moan.
“Yeah you do” Joe says softly, affirming it by feeding Amber another two donuts.
“I’m probably around 330 pounds” Amber says while chewing “Three times as heavy as I used to be and much heavier than many other girls.”
“Indeed you are” Joe says with a smirk “The fattest of your friends group. Aren’t I lucky”
“You really are you know” Amber says accepting more food from Joe. “Normal girls would have never let you make them fat”
“Normal is boring. You are special. That is why love you” Joe says sweet. “But are you really going to tell me that there is no part of you that likes being fat? That likes the excitement… the embarrassment? The food, the feeding?”
It is quite for a moment. Then Amber takes another mini-donut and puts it between her teeth and smiles.
“Perhaps” She says cheeky before biting the donut in halve. “But I like it better if I have you to blame for getting fat.”
“Never been more happy to be scapegoat” Joe replies. “More?”
“Yeah” Amber says with huff patting her own belly “still got a bit of room”
In the end it took two and half hours for Amber to finish all the food, but she did it.

-Next morning-
Food has become a central thing in Amber and Joe’s life. Mostly Joe making it and Amber eating it. However for this Saturday they decided to do something special, they were going to cook together. Romantic like an ordinary couple. Other than a normal couple was that Joe already obviously enjoyed when Amber had, had trouble with tying her apron. Since this went around the widest part of her body. Another difference was that Amber was constantly eating or being fed all types of little snacks or taste samples. Where little was a couple of slices of ham, or half a bowl of chocolate sauce. The last thing that might differ was the recipe that they were cooking.
“A whole stick of butter?” Amber asks as Joe tosses in a stick of butter into a frying pan.
“It will give us gravy that we can just put through the dish” Joe says as he stirs the pan’s contents. “Provides extra nutrition”
“Extra fat” Amber cuts him short and sticks out his tongue to him. Then she throws a choco-pop in her mouth and smiles.
“Now while this stews” Joe says “Let’s get to the dessert”
“Let me guess” Amber says as she opens the cupboard “lots of sugar, lots of cream, butter and….”
“vanilla syrup, cookie batter and frosting” Joe says with a proud smile. Amber reaches for something on the top shelf, but can’t reach it.
“ugggghhh!” She grumbles annoyed “200 pounds, but not an inch taller.”
Joe kisses her head and grabs what she was reaching for and hands her the bowl of choco-pops instead.
“Better at eating, than helping” Amber says eating some more of the chocolate snacks. ” ? Is that the message?”
“The less you do, the better it is for your figure” Joe teases as he gets a bowl.
“Watch your mouth, now” Amber says playful, bumping her hip against her boyfriend. Her lager size did give her some power to her swing. “What is next?”
“We need grated chocolate as a decoration” Joe says as he gets a large chocolate bar “But we only need about a third of this…. What are we going to do with all this leftover chocolate?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m on it” Amber says rolling her eyes. “You know that if you feed your girlfriend too much chocolate, she might get fat right?”
“I sure hope so” Joe says with a grin and kisses Amber, before he gets to making the batter and Amber gets to eating chocolate.
“All this cooking is making me hungry” Amber says as she breaks off a piece of chocolate with her teeth. “Babe, do we have anything to drink with this?”
“Milkshake?” Joe offers.
“That would do” Amber says with a smile “This is the part I really like about all this. Just eating and drinking whatever I want.”
“And what I really like about you eating and drinking what you want, is that it helps increase this” Joe says as he gives an affectioned squeeze of her belly.
“Big surprise, the feeder weirdo enjoys things that makes his poor girlfriend fatter” Amber says sarcastic, sticking out her tongue as she takes the milkshake.
Joe goes back to mixing the batter for the dessert, but before he starts. He gets his phone to play some music in the kitchen. He grins at Amber before pressing play and it takes about ten seconds to realize why Joe thought himself funny.
“Really?” Amber asks half annoyed half amused, as ‘baby got back’ from Sir Mix-A-Lot starts playing. “You like big butts and you cannot lie?”
“This I cannot deny. The bigger the better!” Joe says while swinging a bit with his shoulders.
“Well, aren’t you in luck then” Amber says running her hand along her rotund bottom. Her Jeans were stretched tight over her legs and butt.
“I sure am” Joe says offering Amber some batter, she gleefully takes the spoon and presses a kiss on Joe’s cheek.

-later that day-
“Ughhh” Amber groans as she stifles a burp. “so … full”
Amber had just eaten the meal and dessert that she and Joe had prepared. Joe finishes bringing the dishes to the kitchen and sits down next to her.
“You did really well beautiful” He rests his hand on Amber’s stuffed stomach. “Now how about… later this afternoon I will help my fat girl get a nice full tummy again?”
“What do you mean?” Amber groans.
“You just rest up for now and prepare yourself” Joe says secretive “Let’s just say I made a nice mix for you and you will not have to lift even a single finger”

-late that evening-
“Such a good piggy” Joe says as he pours the funnel full again. “Growing fatter and fatter”
Amber moans, but is squirmed by the funnel mask she is wearing. She tugs on the pink cuffs that are tied to the bed posts, to no avail. She has no option, but to slowly drink the rich liquid that Joe poured in. She can’t help, but feel….excited!
“If you keep getting heavier we might have to buy a stronger bed soon.” Joe squeezes Amber’s right thigh and then jiggles it a bit. “Then again feeding you unprepared whip cream might not help us.”
Another muffled moan by Amber as she takes a moment to breath.
“I wonder what your former skinny self would say?” Joe says as he gently pushes Amber’s face to meet his. “What would the 110 pound fit girl, think of fatty three times her size?”
Amber moans as Joe gently moves his hand to the inside of her thigh.
“Perhaps she wonders if that over 300 pound woman can even get any fatter?” Joe says as he prepares the funnel again. “I bet she would be surprised.”
The evening continues with Joe feeding Amber and some sensual love making. Amber might still be conflicted from time to time, but these moments they share are amazing.

-A month later-
“Common porky!” Isa says squeezing Amber’s belly “What is that fat belly of yours good for if you can’t even eat six double hamburgers?”
The hamburgers that Isa was talking about were large, greasy and not too well balanced. Amber was currently struggling with finishing the sixth of the hamburgers.
“I mean you still fit your fatass into those shorts” Isa continues like a drill sergeant “While you should be busy eating yourself so full you will burst out of them!”
Just as Amber wants to rest Isa crams in some more of the ruined burger.
“You only have one purpose here porky!” Isa says stern “To get. Fucking .fatter!”
“Excuse me” Olivia’s voice startles both women.
Isa drops the burger and composes herself. Amber just leans back into her chair, she looks at the clock and realizes she has been eating non-stop for over two hours.
“Ladies I have excellent news” Olivia starts as if there was nothing strange on walking in on one woman shoving a burger down the throat of an already obese woman. “OBPS has made a deal with a large broadcasting company. They want to run a mini-documentary on you Amber, fully paid to the studio of course, but the money is no issue of course, the main hook will be the main steam marketing of Amber. Just think instead of a few back alley internet sales we will have Thousands of viewers for Amber. "
The idea of thousands of eyes viewing here filled Amber with dread, and if it was a local studio would it broadcast to everyone who lived near here? People who might know her personally?”
“But there is only one broadcasting company in the area and that is my ol-” Amber says, but then freezes.
“Exactly” Olivia says happy. “They will shoot a promo and if people like it they opt for three more.”
“What is it about?” Isa asks.
“Just about this whole world of getting fatter and what efforts Amber puts in to getting fat” Olivia says almost bored “And of course about how skinny she was and how fat she got. Also the next weigh in will be on their show, so safe that. The rest you will see, Isa you will still supply Amber with food off camera. I do not want to see a single shot of her without food.”
Oliva got herself a little worked up, but calms down again. She looks at the food around Amber and smiles.
“Not that, that is too difficult nowadays” She remarks as she leaves again.
“Well porky” Isa says “Time to get to eating, you have a publicity stunt coming up.”

-Later that week-
“Oh! My! God!” Katherine exclaims as she walks into Amber’s office, or rather feeding room.
“Katherine” Amber says, more startled that she would like to show. She tries her best fake smile she can muster, but her face obviously doesn’t show any happiness. Of course it had to be Kathrine, of all the people it had to be Kathrine! Her old work nemesis was obviously enjoying every single second of this.
“My god Amber you have changed so much” Kathrine says as she gives Amber a much unappreciated hug. “Grown a lot, and not in length”
Amber gives an awkward smile while Katherine laughs about her own joke.
“And you are still the same” Amber says forced “How is the ex-husband…..s?”
Katherine’s smile vanishes and Amber can’t help, but feel like she won this first verbal confrontation.
“Let’s keep focused on the item” Katherine says “We will start with a shot of me introducing the topic and you doing whatever you normally do in the background.”
“She eats” Isa adds “That is what she normally does”
Isa receives and angry look from Amber and evil smile from Katherine.

“Most woman are horrified by the thought of gaining weight, let alone getting fat” Kathrine starts her item while Isa serves Amber pancakes. “A narrow waist, a small and trained behind and an overall skinny look. A good physical fitness and feminine appetite. These are considered modern beauty standards for women. However there is an group of people who admire the rather plus sized women. Tonight we dive into the world of, bellies, folds, feedee’s , feedees and fat admiration.”
The camera man nods and Katherine’s face melts again. While Amber devours the pancakes, Kathrine sits down with a disgusted look.
“How could you let yourself go like this?” She asks disgusted. “You used to be the office pretty girl. ...not counting me of course. but you went from second place at the beauty pageant to first place at the county fair! ”
Amber doesn’t care for what Katherine says, she can’t let that woman get to her. Instead Amber focuses on the food ahead. Before she manages to clean the plate the next one is already served. Kathrine meanwhile prepares the interview. The camera man counts down and they continue their item.
“For this item we will interview and follow a rather sizable lady, which is not meant as an insult” Kathrine laughs and turns to Amber “Amber Miller, a former collogue of mine is a feedee. Someone who stuffs herself and allows others to stuff her, in order to gain weight. Amber is it right that you used to be a lot lighter?”
“Eh yeah” Amber answers looking at Kathrine Despite her experience on camera, Amber for some reason had a feeling close to minor stage fright faced with these questions “I used to be 110 pounds”
“Well you are obviously no 110 pound anymore” Kathrine says with a smirk “Now tell me Amber, at what weight did you first consider yourself fat?”
“I guess when I first developed a bit of a belly overhang” Amber says uncertain while more pancakes are served.
“And I guess all the food you eat in a day only helps to improve that belly hang” Kathrine nods to the pancakes “I believe your spouse enjoys your bigger size, but are there ever moments that make you ashamed of your size. Or perhaps of your physical condition, because I can’t imagine you excelling at any sports activities.”
“To be honest I don’t really do any sports anymore” Amber answers, chewing away another piece of pancake.
“Of course you don’t” Kathrine interrupts annoyingly “That would only intervene with your goal of getting even fatter. How much do you aspire to weigh?”
“I don’t know” Amber says glancing at Isa who motions that she doesn’t know as well “I guess we will have to see”
“I sure hope to see you get much, much bigger…. For your own enjoyment of course” Kathrine says with a sly slime. “Now I was told that you are going to do a weigh-in today. Something real special within this community. You used to weigh 110 pounds, what was your most recent recorded weight?”
“327 pounds” Amber says, wanting to punch Kathrine as she sees how much she enjoyed that.
“327 pounds and I thought I was getting heavy last Christmas when I gained two pounds and was 137” Kathrine says with a short television laugh. “Now let’s see how this weigh in goes down”
“No” Isa interrupts stern “She must first finish her breakfast”
Isa drops a plate of greasy sausages in front of Amber. Kathrine’s grin grows even wider than before.
“Of course! How silly of me” She says “Poor Amber first needs to fill that sizable belly of hers before we do anything else. Bon Appetit!”
Amber gives Kathrine an off-camera angry look and then looks at Isa. Isa just rolls her eyes and shakes her head in a bored fashion.

Amber spends the next twenty minutes eating, until Isa decides she has had enough.
“No wonder you got so fat” Kathrine says while the camera’s are not rolling. “You eat like a hog”
Kathrine pulls her nose back to make a snout and laughs.
“Let’s get to rolling” She announces “Did she eat enough?”
“She can eat this while she is being weighed” Isa says handing Amber an éclair.
“Excellent” Kathrine says pleased, watching the fat blond struggle to her feet.
Amber composes herself and tries to strive, or rather waddle, with some pride towards the scale. Isa stands on the left, Kathrine and the camera on the right. Meaning, that the only person unable to see her weight was Amber self.
“Last weight 327 and now…” Kathrine says holding a bit for suspense. “349.7 pounds, a 22 pound gain. I guess you are happy with that?”
The camera catches Amber’s surprised reaction.
“A 349 pound lady, congratulations” Kathrine says wrapping up the item. “It does show with that large belly and plump butt cheeks, but I guess that is the goal.”
The cameraman indicates that they are done and he puts the camera down.
“Congratulations Amber, you are a 349 pound fat ass now” Kathrine says unfriendly “all you had to do was lose twenty pounds and you could’ve made it as a pretty little reporter at the network, but instead you fucking tripled your size. Have fun with being a disgusting lard-ball, because judging by the looks of it… you are only going to get fatter!”
Kathrine laughs and walks out after her cameraman. Amber is startled and actually let’s out a small yelp as she feels Isa’s hand across her shoulder.
“Fuck her” Isa says bitter, while Amber is still a bit shocked about seeing the nice side of Isa “You are beautiful”
“Thanks” Amber says honest.
“She is right though” Isa says “about you getting fatter”
“I know” Amber says, awkward at Isa’s honesty.
“Not that it is bad thing. You are a gorgeous fat woman, not all woman have that.” Isa continues “You have a good figure for this and a real pretty face. And I do believe your boyfriend agrees with me. So just enjoy this journey and fuck bitches like Kathrine.”
“Thanks, Isa” Amber says honest.
“No problem” Isa says as she squeezes Amber’s shoulder. “Snacks?”
“Do I even have a say?” Amber asks with a sarcastic look.
“Not really” Isa says simple as she releases Amber “But I like to pretend”
Amber shakes her head at the tall, black haired girl. Underneath all that strong feeder, goth/rebel girl attitude was a nice person. Even if it was buried very far away.

-That evening back at home-
Joe POV
“349 pounds of pure sexiness” I say as Amber had just told about her day. She was eating some chips from a bag that was on the counter. Best part? I didn’t even have to provide it to her, she got it herself. I grab hold of the soft fat that hangs of Amber’s midriff and give it a firm jiggle.
“C-careful” Amber says stuttering a bit due to the shaking motion. “There is food in there”
“But, there is always food in there” I say cleaver, giving a gentle pat to Amber’s belly.
Amber sticks out her tongue and takes another hand of chips.
“Do we have any pie left?” Amber says as she inspects the bag of chips and finds out it is empty.
“Of course we do” I say as I open the fridge “Wherever you go I will make sure there will be pie.”
“You do and it shows doesn’t it?” Amber says putting a hand on her large butt cheek.
“It sure does” I say as I give her half a pecan pie. “You got a nice fat ass”
“such a gentleman” Amber says sarcastic “However I do have to do one thing”
Amber puts the pie on the counter and unbuttons her pants, the top button was already not fastened. She sighs with relieve as she peels off and wriggles herself out of the jeans.
“Those were so tight” She says relieved as she rubs an angry red imprint that the jeans left on her side. “And this shirt has been riding up all day as well”
Amber tugs off the shirt as well and I just fall silent and stare as she stands there in her underwear in the kitchen. She gives me a cheeky grin and grabs a fork from one of the draws, she forks up some cake, eats it and then goes to the couch. I admire her figure from behind. The rolling that her butt cheeks do. How wide her hips have gotten. The fat rolls on her thighs and the fact that they touch till her knee. Her plump calves. I admire how the straps from her bra dig into her back fat and form a small crease underneath it. I smile as I see how much her arms jiggle as she feeds herself another fork full of pie. She turns around and sees me staring. She takes another bite of pie and shuts her eyes, making an exaggerated ‘hmmm’ gesture. She puts the fork away in the pie container for a bit and rubs her belly. The large sack of lard was resting against her thighs when she stands nowadays. Her belly was droplet shaped, wider at the bottom. It had a deep crease at the side which kind of separated her belly in to an upper part ,flowing into her bust. And a lower part which domed forward.
“So you just going to stand there and watch or are you going to give your girlfriend a much deserved massage?” Amber says naughty, continuing feeding herself.
“Coming princess” I say as I take a small detour pass the fridge and get a can of whip cream “No pie without whip cream right?”
Amber rolls her eyes, but she smiles and together we sit down on the couch.

About 2500 calories of pie later and whip cream later, Amber is done with the pie. She slums down on the cough and puts a hand on her belly, giving it a soft squeeze. She releases it again and squeezes again, as if she is fascinated by the soft ball of fat that her belly is.
“Full and satisfied?” I asks from the kitchen.
“Almost” Amber says making a troubled face “We got anything small?”
“Got some custard cream puffs” I reply, ignoring some of the smaller snacks.
“I said small” Amber complains.
“You’ll manage” I say soothing, bringing over the cream puffs. They were in fact quite large, but I am confident that Amber would eat them before we go to bed.
“What are you thinking of?” I ask as I see Amber studying her own fat.
“Well this whole stuff with Kathrine” Amber says, gingerly poking her own belly. “Kind of made think about the differences between me and her.”
“hmmm?” I hum, encouraging her to elaborate.
“Well seeing Kathrine made me think about myself, my old self to put it that way.” Amber starts, taking a greedy bite from the cream puff. “I used to be skinny. Like really, really skinny. I was 110 when we started all this, but I mean there was a period in college when I was barely 106.”
Amber wiggles her large butt and watches how her body jiggles. And boy do I love how much there is to jiggle.
“Now I am almost 350 pounds and eat more in one day than I did in a week, maybe two, back then.” Amber continues “I mean let’s face it Joe, I am fucking fat and it is not like I am really going to lose any weight anytime soon.”
“I guess not” I agree with her, as another bite of the custard filled pastry enters her mouth. This is of course no issue for me.
“However, when I saw Kathrine and how much she tried to gain happiness from the fact that she is skin, and plastic, over bones. How much she tried to derive from her size” Amber pats her belly “And it made me realize: I am much happier as a 350 pound fat woman, sharing these moments with you. Then I was as a 106 pound girl, starving myself”
“So what you are saying is you like being fat?” I say smirking.
“No, not exactly” Amber calms my enthusiasm. “I….mind it less. I mean it is still shocking from time to time, when I take in my size. 350 pounds is really heavy for anyone, but especial for a short 5’4’’ woman. I mean, for almost 24 years I looked into the mirror and saw a skinny little blond. So sometimes it is still weird to realize this large heavy belly… Is all me, that is me”
To emphasize her point she slaps her hand to the side of her belly making it wobble. Seeing that big belly wobble, makes me want to burry my face into the soft flab. However, I contain myself.
“And I never pictured myself to be the type of girl that has….a booty?” Amber tries to find the word “You know what I mean, a large soft butt. And hips this wide, making normal seating too small. It is still sometimes shocking”
“Do know that I loved the skinny you with whole my heart” I say serious “But the bigger and flabbier that belly gets. The larger your ’booty’ gets, the rounder your thighs. The more there is to jiggle. I will only love your more and more. You are perfect.”
“Thanks” Amber says with a genuine smile “And I love you, my big, tall, strong, beared and into some weird fat girl stuff- boyfriend”
We both laugh and Amber takes another bite out of the pastry. I crawl over her and kiss her. By the looks of it we might need an additional snack, if she keeps this up.

-A week later-
Amber POV
It was the first hot day of the season again and being a girl my size, only made me more aware of the heat. Joe was out working, some client had desperately needed him and was willing to pay him for working in the weekend. Meanwhile I have decided that I deserved a nice relaxing day in the shade of our backyard. I set up one of our nice folding chairs, a small table and now all I have to do is change into a bikini, get my headphone for some music, grab a good book and some nice food to enjoy the day. I walk upstairs and steady myself at the top. Fuck these stairs seem to get higher by the day. I peal of my clothing with the usual wriggling and fish out a nice bikini set. This one I got recent and it is really cute. Nice baby-blue color with pink and white Chinese flowers on it. It was a high waist, but I loved it. I change into the top and look in the mirror. Just the right amount of overflow. These are not to small….yet. Then I get into the bottom. I sigh as it is snugger than when I bought it, but it still fits. It hugs my body tight. I feel an odd feeling in my stomach.
“Hmmm, getting a bit hungry” I mumble to myself.
I grab my headphone and head down, looking at the bouncing my breast do in their bikini. I put my headphone and book on the table outside and make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge and hold it open with my hip. Joe has neatly organized the fridge, a tray filled with meat, one with frying food, one with fruit and vegetables, two with dairy products. And one with pastries and pies. The door itself was full of sodas and other drinks. I grab one of Joe’s premade milkshakes, a plate with three large meatball sandwiches and a box of chocolate coated teacakes. I can’t help, but lick my lips of these nice snacks. Although I say snack, but for some people this might be a meal.
“For Joe and Isa” I say, but smirk as I walk to the garden.
After some fitting everything is on the small table and I sit down. I have to squeeze my hips past the arms of the lawn chair. The frame makes a miserable sound and I can’t really blame it, the chair must miss the skinny Amber.
“Never imagined I would have to squeeze my way in these chairs one day” I say as I finally sit and give a sigh of relieve “Could give me trouble if I have to get up again.”
My stomach rumbles and I rub it, reaching for the first of the three sandwiches. Joe’s cooking only seems to get better as we progress. Or perhaps as I progress? Whatever, these sandwiches are delicious. I eat the second as well and then go to read some pages of my book. Subconsciously I snack from the teacakes and sooner than I expected I feel my hand searching in the empty box. Perhaps for the better since the heat would make the chocolate melt. After reading for a bit I put my book down and just relax for a bit. I feel the urge to eat a little something, so I get started on the third sandwich. Meanwhile I sip from my milkshake from time to time.
“Living the good life” I say as I wriggle my toes. Taking another sip from the milkshake.
Man, even my toes and feet look tubby. My calves, as big are as my thighs used to be. My glance goes further upwards, to look at my huge doughy thighs. They are squeezed in between the arms of the chair, no movement possible. A large portion of my thighs is covered by my belly, which lazily rests on my lap. I sip from my milkshake, but realize it is empty.
“I guess I deserve a refill” I reason with myself, what I did to deserve a refill I leave undisclosed.
I try to get up, but immediately realize I have a problem. The chair moves along my hips, I am stuck!.
“Fuck, stupid chair… get…” I curse, but I do realize the chair is not to blame. It is my enormous ass!
I wriggle a bit and the chair groans more, but I am still stuck.
“Goddamn…. Joe…. Making me too fat for chairs” I grumble as I try to escape. “Oh, I love your belly… here eat some more”
I interrupt my Joe impersonation as I grunt and push with the force of my legs to try and free myself. This seems fruitless until I hear a loud metallic snap. I yelp as the bottom of the chair gives way and falls in between the chair. I’m sitting on the destroyed bits of the chair in shock as with a clang the rest of the frame of the chair falls apart. Like the last sword stroke on a battlefield, the chair is no more.
“I destroyed the chair. I liked this furniture.” I whisper stunned. “I’ll have Joe’s head for that.”
Even though I know that no matter how much I 'make him suffer for this, he still is going to have a massive grin on his face the second he sees the chair I broke with just my butt alone. With a bit of struggle I get to my feet and rub my sore butt. I guess the virtue of having an ass this size is that it softens the fall. I look at the wreckage of the chair and shake my head. Now I really deserved that refill. I tell Joe about the incident that evening and he makes up for making me heavy by baking my favorite cookies. A voice deep inside me says that I probably should not eat any snacks or fatting food anymore. It says a woman my size should be careful or I will only grow fatter. The voice reminds me that I am already getting too heavy for chairs. However, there is something overwhelmingly exciting about this all. This feeling, passion? Whatever it is allows me to let out a bit of naughty squeal, while I allow Joe to feed me the cookies.

-Three weeks later-
Normal POV
Amber looks at her reflection and sees a 365.2 pound lady staring back. The woman was fat, obviously, but what didn’t help her appearance was the fact that she was eating. Even though the woman Amber was looking was grossly overweight, she had a box of donuts in her hand and was slowly chewing her way trough them. Amber runs a hand along her belly and turns to the side. Her belly stuck out quite far, even though it also sacked low. Her ass however formed a sort of shelf, pushed up by her large and fat bloated butt cheeks.
“So what are we doing today?” Amber asks to Isa who has just returned from her smoking break. They were in one of the studio rooms of the company
“A normal meet up video with Nova again” Isa says with a grin. “Very simple and the rest you will see during the video.”
“Right…. A normal meet up” Amber says while picking the next donut “Why am I wearing a thong though?”
“Because it shows off your big butt?” Isa says nodding. “Fun fact that is actually not a thong. It is a ‘slip’ your ass is just so fat it looks and feels like a thong.”
At that moment the door opens and Nova walks in. Unsurprisingly the other fat woman is also just in underwear.
“Amber, honey how are you?” Nova says embracing Amber, their bellies being propped up. Making them unable to fully embrace each other.
“Fine, fine” Amber says, noticing something atop of Nova’s head “What is up with the crown?”
“That is a secret for the video” Nova says putting a finger for her lips and winking.
“Alright ladies video is going to be simple” Isa says testing the camera on a tripod “You two just stand next to each other and follow my lead.”
Nova nods and Amber puts the box of donuts down.
“Who said you could stop eating?” Isa says annoyed.
Amber sighs and picks the box up again. Grunting as she straightens up again. Isa starts the recording and walks between the two large woman. Isa was not short at all, however she was small of figure compared to the other two women.
“Hello viewers” Isa greets the camera. “for today I have a special video for you lot.”
Isa shows a red white-board marker and grins at the camera.
“Now Nova, what is your height?” Isa asks turning to Nova.
“5 foot 7” Nova says putting her hands in her hips.
Isa takes the cap of the marker and at the top of Nova’s belly she writes 5’7’’.
“Amber what about you?” Isa says with a grin.
“5 foot 4” Amber says reluctant, knowing what Isa is going to do.
Indeed Isa notes the numbers at the top of Amber’s belly as well.
“Who would have thought that big white bellies make good white boards?” Isa says before going back to Nova “Nova, what is your weight.”
“362 pounds” Nova says proud.
Again Isa notes the numbers underneath Nova’s height on her belly.
“Now how about my personal porky, Amber?” Isa says with a malicious grin.
“365 pounds” Amber says soft, a deep blush spreading on her face.
“three – six – five ” Isa says while she writes the number on Amber’s belly.
Isa grabs her phone and taps in the numbers.
“Now Nova that gives you a BMI of…” Isa says holding for suspension a bit “57!”
Nova’s belly now read in large red letters:
5’7’’
362
57
Then Isa turns to Amber gives her a wink and writes down a number on her belly. Amber looks down and tries to read the number. She feels her double chin form as she presses her chin down, but she can’t see over the curve of her belly. Then she turns to the mirror and backwards she can read:
5’4’’
365
63
“63, does that number even make any sense anymore?” Amber thought shocked.
“Now Nova, will you bestow your crown upon Amber” Isa says gleeful “For Amber is now officially the heaviest and fattest woman in the company”
Nova gives a short clap and Isa gives Amber a stern look.
“Now stuff your face with those donuts porky. I want you to look like a proper fatso when you get that crown” Isa says stern to Amber. She notices Amber’s reluctancy. “Amber… stuff those donuts into your mouth… or your fat ass will be sorry.”
Something about Isa’s behavior made Amber comply and she stuffed her cheeks full of donuts, puffing them out.
“very good porky” Isa says taking a hand held camera and showing some of the crumbs falling from Amber’s over stuffed mouth. “Now to reward you with the crown, for becoming the biggest, fattest and greediest model of the company. Nova will you put the crown on her head.”
Nova moves the crown from her head to Amber’s and makes a small bow.
“Your majesty ” Nova says “You earned it.”
“Now it is time to reward empress fat ass” Isa says pointing to a large box. Nova waddles over to the box and gets out something that looks like a pie.
“A specially made pie for you” Isa says “A pound of butter, half a pond of sugar, three bars of chocolate and some cake batter. Creating a nice 5500 calorie pie, with over 450 grams of pure fat. Now porky I want you to dive into it like there is no tomorrow. Maybe you won’t finish it, but I want that cake demolished!”
“There isn’t even a table” Amber says looking around “or cutlery”
“Oh-ho is that crown already going to your head?" Isa asks sounding amused. "Well sorry to tell you but queen of the pigs is still just a pig. So sit your fat ass on the ground and eat with your hands. I don’t care how, just get that pie in your gut!”
Amber reluctantly sits down and looks at the pie. She closes her eyes and then takes a deep breath. Perhaps by doing this well she can finally end her time here. With two hands she digs into the thick cake and fills her mouth. The cake was tasteless, ruined by the amount of butter in it. Amber just stuffs handful after handful in her mouth. Sometimes closing her eyes and trying to spill as much as possible. Soon Amber’s belly, thighs, cleavage and face are smeared with pie remains. But Amber pushes on. She has to do this, and if anything being this size at least made her good at eating. Her stomach gets filled, then full, then stuffed as she feels that her stomach is now painfully stretched. Defeated by the cake Amber lets a handful of it fall back and looks at the battlefield that she created.
“Holy shit” Isa whispers “You almost ate the entire thing….No wonder you are this size. You can go home now, we are done for today.”
With that Isa and Nova left the room, leaving Amber to digest her monster meal.