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“So your wedding is in two weeks” Isa says as she forks up the last bits of a shashlik meal “Are you nervous?”
“Honestly….yes” Amber says breathy from how stuffed she is. Yet no matter how incredibly full she is, she allows the skinny punk dressing woman to feed her the last bits. “But then again who wouldn’t?”
“True” Isa says brushing out Amber’s hair from her face. “We have video to make today, which is our last or second last video we will ever do for Olivia”
“That is great” Amber says. “What is it about?”
“About you eating and being a fatass” Isa answers grinning.
“Obviously” Amber sighs and rolls her eyes “Anything special?”
“Just some dress ups” Isa says, keeping her secrets. “Do you want to drink heavy cream during the shoot or eat butter?”
“Gross” Amber says sticking out her tongue “But better cream than butter.”
“Noted” Isa says business like “No worries there will also be sponge cake for you to fill your gut with. I want you to be real ravenous so there will be no food until the photo shoot.”
“When is it?” Amber asks, failing to surpass the sound of worry in her voice.
“Haha! Afraid to go a few hours without food?” Isa teases “Well then this is going to be scary my dear porky. Because, for the coming six hours you will not be eating anything. No snacks, no candy, no meals… nothing. A fatties worst nightmare”
Amber gulps, she can’t even remember when the last time was that she had to go without food for so long. Isa or Joe was pretty much always around to supply her or she brought it herself.

“God I am so hungry” Amber whimpers softly as they walk through the hallways “I actually feel faint.”
“Stop your whining” Isa says annoyed, she is waiting for the slow blond to catch up to her. Amber had begun complaining about hunger less than an hour into her fast and it had only gotten more nagging as time slowly ticked by “I even gave you some butter cake a few hours ago.”
“That only made me hungrier” Amber complains “Besides it is your insane feeding that made me this dependent on food”
“You’re just grumpy because you’re hungry” Isa says leaning against the doorpost, after she walked ahead again “If you would hurry up and move your fat ass over here we could start and fill that gut of yours.”
“I’m going as fast as I can” Amber says labored, blushing since it was the truth. “It’s not that easy when you are ….plus sized”
“plus sized” Isa snorted “You mean when you are a fat cow who’s biggest workout is the waddle from her car. Lie to me, but at least be honest to yourself. You made yourself so fat it significantly slows you down.”
“Well you skinny …” Amber starts, but Isa doesn’t listen and walks into the room where she had been waiting.
A bit later Amber arrives and is stunned to see one of the big studio rooms to be filled with props and costumes. There are also camera’s covering all angles.
“Welcome” Isa says as she pulls of her shirt “Let’s play a bit of dress up.”

-a bit later-
“It’s too small” Amber complains as she plucks the fabric from in between the valley of meat that is created by her butt cheeks.
“It’s not too small your ass is just too fat” Isa says bored.
They were both wearing rompers and bunny ears. The rompers had a cotton tail on the back and the costume was probably meant for Halloween. Isa her suit fitted perfect and showed off why she used to do modelling. Amber was crammed inside a much, much larger version of the bunny suit. It still fitted poorly, wedging up her fat buttocks. The suit hugged every curve of her belly and showed off all the rolls of fat on her body. Only to lead up to her plump breasts being propped up in an impressive cleavage. Amber’s fat….everything, made the fabric of the bunny romper stretch thing, making it appear a lighter shade than Isa’s suit.
“Why are you dressed up as well?” Amber asks as she walks in front of the camera.
“Because we will also use these shots to promote our new company” Isa says “And to compare a skinny girl like me to fatty. That always sells well.”
Amber’s midsection gives off a loud and angry growl and Amber cradles her belly in discomfort.
“Whatever” Amber says grumpy “Let’s just get started”
“I just love how much you turned into an ever hungry fatty” Isa says gleeful as she pets Amber’s belly. “I remember a much skinnier, though already plump, Amber from when we first met. Who said she didn’t want to eat so much or she would get fat. Who I had to pretty much force to eat eight measly donuts.”
“I never wanted to get fat” Amber says turning red as her stomach growls again, continuing her sentence in a much softer voice “And I can’t help it I’m hungry so fast.”
“Well not wanting to get fat worked out great for you, I mean you only gained like 300 pounds from when we met.” Isa snorts giving another pat to Amber’s dome like belly “And you are hungry because you’ve stretched your stomach up so much, so not only did you make yourself fat by eating so much. You also created habits that you can’t control.”
“Like you mind any of that” Amber says pushing away Isa’s hand “No please just get started.”
“Fine, fine” Isa says rolling her eyes.
She walks to a small fridge and takes out a small carton of heavy cream and a funnel. Then she reaches in a box and gets three slices of sponge cake. She hands Amber the funnel and the sponge cake and continues her instruction.
“Now first I want you to put the funnel in your… Hey!” Isa starts, but Amber has immediately started stuffing her face with the cake. “Oh my god, how much of a fatass are you. That you can’t even wait for 30 seconds longer?”
Amber doesn’t even answer since she just stuffed the second slice as a whole in her mouth. She feels ashamed of what she is doing, but can’t stop herself. She was just so hungry!
“Fine, just stuff your face for now” Isa says annoyed “But the next slices you aren’t getting till I want you to.”

“Better?” Isa says with an raised eyebrow and bored look as Amber licks the last crumbs of her fingers from the third slice.
“Barely” Amber says, the blush returning to her face. She puts a hand on her belly and feels, it didn’t feel any different. ”still hungry”
“Well let’s do this set and then the next set you get some more cake” Isa says impatient “All you have to do is sit on your knees, propped up nice. Put the funnel in your mouth and gulp this nice heavy cream down. Understood?”
Amber looks at the small carton of heavy cream with a bit of disgust. Then she nods determined and kneels down. This causes her huge thighs to appear even larger and it makes her belly stretch out the fabric of the bunny suit even more. Isa grins and dangles the tube end in front of Amber. Who obediently puts it in her mouth and waits for het to start pouring. Isa starts pouring after flashing a picture of the fat blond looking up at her with her big blue eyes and a feeding tube in her mouth. It doesn’t take long the contents of the carton to end up in Amber’s stomach, since it is only a 125 ml packaging.

-Again bit later-
“Alright now give me some of that fatty attitude” Isa says “Show me how much you want to eat that sponge cake”
Amber reaches as high as she can for the cake, but it is no use. Isa is much taller and is holding the cake out of reach. The image on the camera’s showed both Amber and Isa dressed up as cheerleaders. Both in a mini skirt and tank top. Difference was that Amber’s bulging gut pushed against Isa as she reached up. Added to this was the fact that Amber’s rear was so large that mini skirt didn’t even cover half of her butt cheeks, showing her panties underneath. Though they were really panties, they were a size or two too small for someone with Amber’s booty, making them appear like something between a thong and a normal panties.
“Ah-oh guess you first have to guzzle down another package of cream before you are getting this.” Isa says putting in the tube with her free hand. “So far you’ve only had half a sponge cake and two packages of cream down, but you are not even close to being full are you porky?”
Amber can’t respond due to the tube in her mouth, but blushingly shakes no. She wasn’t as hungry as when she got in here, but she was definitely not full. She gulps down the cold thick and tasteless liquid and breathes deep after finishing it all in one go.
“1200 calories of heavy cream and another 900 calories of sponge cake…so far.” Isa says pleased “That means you’ve deserved another three slices of cake! Then it is on to the next and lest set.”
Amber knows she should be mad at Isa for this humiliation, but she actually feels rewarded as she receives the three slices of cake. Isa watches how the very obese woman munches on the cake slices and folds her arms. This is all turning out great.

-Again even later-
Amber is sitting with her back against a tree trunk prop. She is wearing an Indian style Halloween outfit. Which was more of a brown piece of fabric covering up a bit of her breasts and a small brown skirt with tribal markings. In her hair she wore a cute tribal headband with a feather. From the front the skirt is mostly covered by her enormously bloated belly, which from itself already does a good job at hanging on her thighs, but once she was stuffed it was even bigger.
“I thought you said you were hungry” Isa says as she holds up the funnel and Amber slowly drinks it’s contents “You are not telling me you are already full, right?”
Isa prowls disappointed as she drops the empty carton. The carton bounces of Amber’s gut and ends in a small pile of other cartons. Isa places a hand on her slender hips and turns stance from her left to her right foot. She is dressed up as a foxy cowgirl, complete with hat and boots.
“You are not going to tell me you are already full after only 14 cartons of heavy cream and two and a half sponge cakes?” Isa kneels down and inspects Amber, while still holding the funnel up. “Oh right and half a bottle of chocolate sauce.”
Coughing and moaning Amber finally finishes up the heavy cream from the funnel.
“Good girl” Isa says sweet “There are now over 12000 calories and 800 grams of fat in your body, just waiting to be turned into fat”
“For a girl that didn’t want to be fat” Isa says soft circling Amber’s sensitive belly button with her slender finger. “You are proving quite the opposite”
Isa sits down next to the massive woman and looks straight ahead into the camera. She places her hand on Amber’s belly and Amber groans.
“In fact I feel like there has always been a suppressed fat girl inside that fit-girl attitude of yours” Isa says “And we will work as hard as we can to get you as fat as possible for your wedding.”
Amber is too stuffed to react, but if she had to describe her feelings it would be a combination of shame, excitement, horniness, humiliation, pain from her stomach and pleasure from the stuffed feeling.

-a week later-
Joe POV
She takes slow steps towards the scale that I placed in the middle of the room. Not that Amber really does or can do fast or nimble stepping, but now she was drawing out her steps even more. A taunting smile on her ruby colored lips as she tempts my excitement. Another step, the floorboards creak under her weight, her mass shifts, her huge belly bounces and the rest of her soft body jiggles.
“These panties are kind of tight” Amber says smoky “Mind if I wriggle myself out of them?”
With a smile curled on her lips Amber slowly takes of the huge black panties. As she manages to struggle them past her round butt and bloated thighs the large piece of fabric falls to the ground. In awe I stare at the naked image of a goddess. Amber’s face, though a bit plumper, is pretty as ever. Her neck is softer, but from her face and neck you would say Amber is just a bit of chubby girl. Further down however, was the proof that Amber has gotten massively fat. Amber’s breasts are large, but small compared to the rest of her frame. Her upper arms have gotten so fat that a small trail of flab hangs of it when she sticks them out. Also they are probably bigger than her own thighs used to be. Her lower arms are soft and jiggly as well with a plump hand at the end. Underneath her breasts her huge gut started. The upper part of her belly immediately protrudes forward, sticking out further than her breasts. From there on her figure only gets wider and thicker. Layers of flab and many pounds of fat made Amber’s belly huge. Sagging down towards her thighs. The side showed many rolls and her skin the many stretchmarks caused by her gain. Her sagging belly got wider the further down you went, flowing over into her massive hips. With glee I had observed that nowadays Amber had to waddle sideways into our bathroom. Her hips are simply too large for the smaller door frame. The other somewhat wider frames in the house were still good, but it was thrilling to see how little room there is left between her hips at the frame. Amber’s ass in general is ….enormous, it was obvious that she is pear shaped. I have always been a fan of big butts and in Amber’s skinny days this was something that I could not find on my own girlfriend. She used to have a flat, almost boyish butt. Now she has wide hips and both of her two large, rotund, pale and fat bloated butt cheeks bulged out behind her. Her once trim and firmly muscular butt had ballooned into this massive, jiggling and cellulite covered unit! And I LOVE it! One of her cheeks was probably one and a half times as wide as the average girl her hips. To support all this mass Amber’s thighs had bloated up as well. Not with large muscles of course, but with layers upon layers of fat. All in in all Amber’s lower half does honor to the term of fatass.
“Are you done staring?” Amber says with a smug look “Because I am getting a bit hungry. I haven’t eaten anything yet”
“Oh princess, and you have already been awake for a whole 15 minutes” I say as Amber plays her roll of fatty perfect. Or perhaps it isn’t even playing that much, since she probably is hungry. “But what about those two chocolate chip cookies?”
“Those tiny snacks?” Amber says. “Those can’t pass as a meal”
“You are absolutely right” I say nodding, though we both knew that the cookies were not tiny at all. “Let’s weigh you and then get you fed.”
Amber smiled and continued her slow waddle towards the scale. The scale I had bought for her a while ago was a special one, normal scales range from 250 to 400 pounds. That, however, would not suffice for a lady Amber’s size. So I bought a specialized scale for up to 750 pounds. The machine doesn’t even creak or bend as Amber steps on it. That thing was build like a tank! It blinks a couple of times and Amber looks at me with a tense face. There was no way that a fat woman like Amber would be able to see the digits of the scale past her own girth. She could of course step off and look, but where is the fun in that?
“Well babe” I say as I look at the digits and feel my blood rush through my veins “You are officially a quarter of a ton of woman… three pounds over it in fact”
I kiss Amber and look into her widened surprised eyes.
“Five…Hundred!? And three pounds!?” She says stunned “Holy…fucking…shit….I’m huge!”
“Indeed you are” I say as I reach for the lower half of her belly and lift it. That thing was heavy! “503 pounds of pure beauty on a fun sized 5’4’’ lady. ”
“No wonder Pam calls me a cow” Amber says, some of her confidence returning “She might even think I’ve gotten… fat.”
“I don’t know babe.. it’s only 390 pounds of blubber” I say grinning as I reach around to her rear and grab hold of two full hands of soft flesh “Though you did get a bit of a fat ass”
“Well you are the one that made me this fat!” Amber says her mouth wide open in fake surprise “You make my meals… you’ve made your soon to be wife a 500 pound fatty… so tell me dear husband, what kind of breakfast will you make… considering I’ve put on a bit of weight.”
“Well .. we should adjust your diet, because you are a bit overweight.” I say as I embrace her soft figure and lean in near her ear and talk softly “So for breakfast my plump little lady will have: A pound of bacon. A pound of pancakes with a can of whip cream and bottle of syrup, both of which will have to be empty at the end of your breakfast. Then two plates of various sausages, with their shared theme being that they all contain pork. To supplement this simple breakfast there will be waffles, French toast drenched in butter. A dozen of eggs, fried of course. Some hashbrowns and small chocolates. By the way, soda’s and milkshakes will be available at any time so do ask for them.”
I kneaded her belly a bit, before continuing. There was not a hint of muscle to be found there!
“Then a bit of relaxing with a nice tub of your favorite ice cream” I continue “Then your second breakfast, which will be a sweet one: a dozen donuts, some scones, those large melted-butter-chocolate-chip-cookies, brownies, muffins and a small tub of frosting. ”
“So much sugar” Amber says soft staring ahead.
“you bet, there is a lot of sugar in that” I say with a smile as I kiss her neck “Then just some small bites, candy, cookies and such till your lunch. Now for your lunch I got a dozen package of nice big hamburger patties, some nice hamburger buns, some extra crispy bacon strips, sauce, some lettuce to make it all healthy and one and half pounds of cheese. Yeah babe, those burgers are going to be swimming in cheese. Some fries on the side for the taste. Then light snacks until dinner for which I will order two special family sized pizza’s for you. Cheese stuffed crust, extra cheese, extra toppings of course. Another tub of ice cream to whet your appetite for a second dinner!”
I pat a small drum roll on her huge ass cheeks and feel pleased to see how much jiggling there is.
“The second dinner will consists of lots of deep fried French fries, some döner kebab and pork dumplings. The special thing about your second dinner will be that there will not be one two or three of those small tubs of cream gravy, but eight! Making a grand total of 400 ml of cream gravy. And I want you to eat it all.”
Amber is just stunned by the enormous lists of fattening food that I am listing. I take her by the chin and hold her hand with my free hand and stare deep into her beautiful deep blue eyes.
“And then. When you are round and full, tired from spending the day stuffed. Tired from eating and eating and eating. Tired from filling that huge stomach of yours up all throughout the day” I say sensual “I will help you up from the couch and guide you upstairs. There you can plop that nice big butt of yours back on the bed. Rest a bit, make some room. And once there is a bit of room in that big belly I will get a nice double layered cheese cake and feed you again. And again and again, while we make some sweet love. How does that sound for a fat soon-to-be-wife day?”
I give a loving bite at the side of Amber’s neck while she stands there stunned. I feel her heart beat fast, which is enough of an answer.
“There is going to be so much food” Amber says still dreamy as I take her hand and lead her downstairs “I’m not sure if I can eat it all”
“Just try your best” I say as I look back at my fat fiancé walking behind me, still naked. “I am just curious how much food my 500 pound lady can manage on a day. So we just try our best and anything you don’t manage is fine”
Amber nods reassured and I smile pleased at how she is actually a bit insecure about her own gluttonous capabilities.

Normal POV
That day Amber ate and ate and ate. More food than she had ever thought was humanly possible, more calories, fats and sugars than she thought any girl would ever eat. However, what was perhaps the scariest thing about it all. Was trough the shame of eating, through the teasing and the feeding. Was how much she liked it.

-A weeks later-
The band plays “here comes the bride” as Amber’s father slowly steps down the path with Amber at his arm. Joe admired the young woman, the bride, walk waddled past the pews towards the alter. The woman had a thick white veil obscuring her face, but Joe felt like he had a fair idea who was under there. How many 500 pound woman were there out there? When he had asked his petite girlfriend to start gaining just a few pounds of weight he never thought it'd culminate in this. A 500 pound beauty coming down the alter just to get to him, well to say it was a fantasy come to life was an understatement. Keeping in tradition it was the first time he had seen his soon to be wife, in her wedding dress, and the buildup to it was worth every second. Regal, exquisite, gorgeous, and hiding not a single detail of her fat body even as it covered her. Seeing her fat gut push out the frilly white dress, jiggling with every step she waddled. Joe gave a glance over to his best man, hoping he was close enough to catch him if he fainted from excitement. Joe's only regret as of present was that he could only see Amber from the front, and he could only imagine what he ass must look like pressing against a dress like that. Isa could however, and Joe spotted her craning her neck to get a closer look at Amber as she passed. Her leering might have continued but Lilly gave her partner a swift slap on the shoulder, and Isa straightened back up to formal. She did however did give Joe a look and give him a conspiratorial wink.

Eden and Iris look at her with disgust and contempt as she walks past. Her old collogues look in utter surprise at her size, but then again they remembered Amber as 110 pound girl. Not the 511 pound woman that slowly waddles down to the altar. Kimmy, Nova and June watch Amber in polite silence. Isa sits uncomfortably formal in a suit next to Lilly, who looks plumper than before. On the front row Kris and Amber’s mother wipe a tear of joy and Pam just marvels at how such a massive dress can still be stretched out like this. They make it to the altar where she can hold hands with her handsome groom. They give each other the ‘yes’ and the rest of the wedding is out of a fairytale. All their friends, lots of food. And they dance together while all their loved ones watch. There are some speeches, some references to how Joe and Amber “Grew together”. An entertaining moment was where a slightly tipsy Isa was trying to convince Pam that she would look better with an added 30 to 40 pounds.

-later that evening-
The newly married couple lies in their extra-large King-sized bed in their luxury hotel room.
“six years ago we met” Joe as he trails his hands along Amber’s soft flanks. “now a wild journey and 400 pounds later, you lay before me as my wife. And I simply couldn’t be happier.”
Amber leans in for a kiss and Amber feels his firm abs press against her belly fat.
“Six years ago I was sport and diet obsessed, but not necessarily happy” Amber says as she looks into Joe’s eyes “I was skinny, fit and thought I had to be like that for you… for society perhaps? Now there is no denying I am massively fat. I gained over 401 pounds, lost all control over my appetite and feel embarrassed about my physical fitness. However, every moment spend with you makes it all more than worth it.”
The husband and wife kiss again until they are interrupted by a loud growl.
“Is my wife hungry?” Joe asks with a grin.
“Well I only had some cake and some snacks” Amber says looking away and blushing.
“Only about a fifth of a massive wedding cake, but you are right” Joe kisses Amber “I would be a bad husband if I ever let my wife go hungry. How about some pie and some chocolate on the side?”
“Sounds perfect” Amber says curling up in the bed while you retrieves the food from the fridge in the room. Joe gets back in bed and stands on his knees with the pie in his hand and the chocolate bars in the other. He looks at his massive wife, who bites her bottom lip at the sight.
“A pie chocolate and a third snack” Amber says longing.
“A third snack?” Joe says confused
Before Joe can realize what Amber is talking about he is already pulled under the covers. And before long Amber presses her 511 pound body down on him while chowing down on the pie.

On their third day at the resort where they had their honeymoon the newlywed couple strolled around the large campus. Joe was walking extra slow with on his arm his lovely wife.
“Oh look they even have an outdoor exercise court” Joe says as the go around a bend and look down on the court.
Amber looks down at the people working out, mostly women that try to keep their vacation gain under control.
“ugh” Amber says with an exaggerated sound of disgust “Exercise”
“You’re not one for exercise?” Joe teases.
“Do I look like I exercise?” Amber asks sarcastic “Honey you made me a 511 pound fatty, at least I get to enjoy the effect that working out in the heat is a thing of the past.”
“Of course it is” Joe says continuing their stroll “though I would love to see you exercise”
“You just want to see how poorly I do so you get a confirmation of how fat I am” Amber reasons “besides we are already exercising”
“This tiny walk?” Joe says with a laugh as he looks over his shoulder. They were about 400 meters away from the building they left from and Amber was obviously getting tired.
“Honey you better start appreciating the effort I am doing here or I might start to diet” Amber says with a blush, also knowing it is an empty threat.
“You are right, sorry” Joe says “How about you rest up and I get a nice smoothie from that bar where you can make your own.”
Amber nods pleased and places her fat ass down on a bench, taking up about three quarters of the bench. Joe walks off to the smoothie bar and starts assembling his monster smoothie. A couple of minutes later he returns it to Amber while eating some melon himself.
Amber takes the half a liter container and takes a large sip. Squinting as she swallows its contents.
“ooof that is really sweet” Amber says, still going for a next sip.
“Too much?” Joe asks concerned. But he knew damn well that the reason that the smoothie is so sweet is the same reason the personal had to refill the bars syrup and whip cream cans. There had to be almost 350 grams of sugar in that drink.
“No it is nice” Amber says continuing to drink the fattening drink “This is the low calorie version right? I am trying to watch my weight”
“Oh sure” Joe says laughing “It’s just a simple 1200 calorie drink madame”
“delightful” Amber says overly polite.

-one week later-
Amber was, as usual, shoveling in enormous amounts of food into her stomach. Isa had supplied the very fat blond with enough fast food to feed six people. Or the lady in front of her, who required two chairs to sit her enormous ass down already. Amber was so preoccupied with her food that she didn’t even realize Lilly entered the room.
“Hello Amber” Lilly says kind as Amber looks up.
“Lilly, how nice. What brings you here?” Amber says, a little amused at how happy Isa looked as Lilly held her hand.
“Here to finalize the contracts for your and Isa’s new company. I’ve completed my education as notary” Lilly says proud, holding up a briefcase. “Isa sweetie, could you make me some tea while me and Amber get this over with.”
The punker goth girl nods and goes to make something not fattening for once. Amber and Lilly sit down for the contract.
“One cup tea for the smartest women of them all” Isa says putting down a cup of tea “And a chocolate, vanilla milkshake with cream for the fatass.”
“sugar bun, you do have to be nice to your future business partner” Lilly says winking at Amber “Besides in this room we overweight women have the majority.”
“Compared to Amber you are rail thin” Isa says uncomfortable, only Lilly seemed to be ably to tempt Isa. “You are not even half her weight!”
“Honey I put on 12 pounds since the last time I saw Amber” Lilly continues teasing Isa “If I am not mistaken that is because of all the comfort food that you provided during my finals. So either admit that you have a fat girlfriend and appreciate every single pound or I swear before Christmas you can say goodbye to this plump belly and big butt”
Isa looks a bit stunned than blushes, but smiles. She sinks trough her knees and bows down.
“My most sincere apologies” She says holding her head low “Of course I appreciate and marvel at the lovely fatness of the both of you”
“very good” Lilly says taking Isa’s hand and lifting her up. “Now please I need about half an hour to concentrate on this.”
The couple kisses and Isa leaves the room.

“Is it true?” Amber says shoveling another fast food hamburger, while Lilly carefully explains their business setup. “did you really gain 12 pounds?”
“Unfortunately yes” Lilly says taking off the glasses she had put on. “Stress and studies got the best of me. And Isa and I deserved a little reward, because let’s just say that every pound I gain I will be sure that Isa works for it”
The two heavier set women laugh and continue their task. Amber liked being around Lily, she understood what it was to be in a relation with a feeder.

-later that week-
Amber POV
It doesn’t matter how big you are, it doesn’t matter what kind of couple you are. There comes a time when you need to do a challenge that all couples face… cleaning out the house, getting rid of old stuff and making room for new stuff. I step, or I guess I waddle, towards a large closet in the attic of our house. I notice how much the stuff around me vibrates as I move around.
“God I am heavy” I mumble to myself as I waddle across the attic. “That lunch only makes that worse”
A smile grows on my face as I think of the lovely lunch Joe made me. Fortified sweet potato soup, Then some lovely stuffed loaf with all sorts of meet and to finish it off a nice apple pie. When I was skinny I wouldn’t dare to dream of such a meal, as lunch! Now I can already be excited to see what is going to be on the table for dinner. Accidently I bump my belly against the door of the closet. She is just so big, sometimes I bump into things. I open the door to the closet and inside are more boxes. The entire attic seems to be filled with boxes! I sigh and take out two boxes, one light and one heavy. I open both boxes and gasp in surprise.
“Honey!” I says excited “Come up here for a second.”
“On my way!” Joe calls out from down stairs.
“Really?” I say bored as Joe comes up the stairs with a box of mini donuts “You brought snacks?”
“You don’t want them?” Joe asks in his most innocent voice.
“Well I do now” I sigh “but look at this”
From the lighter box I pull out two pieces of fabric. One is a white off-the-shoulder-top the other is a pair of denim short shorts. Joe erupts in a playful laugh and looks at the short shorts.
“From when was this?” he asks, putting the donuts down and looking in the box.
“These are all my cool clothes that I moved from my college room to here when we went to live together” I answer. I take the short shorts and hold them in front of my massive hips “”Look at how tiny they are.”
“Maybe they are not tiny, perhaps you are just huge?” Joe teases “It’s unreal that you used to fit that.”
I stretch the shorts as wide as possible, but even stretched out flat they barely cover up a fifth of my width.
“babe try the top on” Joe says while we rummage through the box “I wonder how it fits”
“Are you kidding?” I ask looking at the top “That thing will burst at the…I get it, that is what you want to see.”
I take off my comfortable fitting shirt and look at the top. It was made out of a wide elastic band and I remember it being super baggy. I look at Joe than at the box he put down. I open my mouth and Joe get’s my hint and feeds my a delicious mini-donut. I stretch the top out as much as possible and start pulling it down over my arms. Straight away the piece of clothing is giving me trouble.
“Even my arms are too fat for this now” I huff as I struggle it down. I manage to get the top lower and try to pull it over my breasts “Makes it hard to breath”
Already I feel some of the stitches popping, but I continue. I turn to a free standing mirror to see why it won’t go down any further. I have to be honest that I am a bit shocked to realize all the fabric of the top is already used, but what was worst was that it only covered about a two thirds of my breasts. God it is so tight! The shirt digs into my back…well back fat I guess. More stitches are popping. I give it a final pull and feel a relieve as the top tears and I can breathe freely again. Joe kisses me and feeds me another mini donut as a reward. I look trough the box some more while Joe looks trough the other box. The other box is full of old pictures that I owned. They ranged from my late high school period till the end of college. As I look trough the box I find a pair of sweatpants.
“Oh my god, my old fat-pants” I say as I take them out “I would wear these when I was hungover and spend the day on the couch with some comfort food.”
“Fat pants?” Joe says smirking “babe you probably outgrew those about 350 pounds ago.”
“Yeah my perspective of fatness was different at the time” I agree as I take another mini-donut. “But you can’t say you ever thought you would have a fat girlfrie- eh… wife. Did you?”
“I guess I hoped it, but I never thought you would gain any weight” Joe admits as he picks out an old picture “Especially not like this”
He hands me the picture and I look at it and the and my reflection in the mirror. On the picture I was probably 19 or 20. It was a holiday picture of me and some friends in bikini’s standing near a beach volleyball court. I was really, really tiny. Not only short, but I had thin arms, bones defined everywhere. This was even before I really worked out a lot, so my legs were stick thin as well. I look at my reflection now and observe what kind of change over 400 pounds of fat make. I guess it is obvious that my face is fuller now, but thankfully not to an extend where you lose out on the facial features. Chubbier neck and a double chin, check. Can’t say they are my favorite aspects of my body, but I think they are still relatively cute. Then if I compare my breasts from the picture of when I was 19 to me now. I have to conclude that I indeed was really, really flat chested. I look at my top half and raise an eyebrow. I guess no one can call me flat chested anymore. My breasts have massively increased in size, absorbing my newly gained pounds. They now proudly would push against and fill up the cups of my bra’s. However, I guess I have always been pear shaped. So in comparison to my size they are relatively small, but I like them. They are nice plump now, making me able to create some actual cleavage. Then my eye falls on my enormous dome like belly. It’s hard not to be shocked when you compare how big I am to the picture I am holding. My belly fat protrudes forward and essentially creates two parts of my belly, with a thick fold running to my back. Underneath that thick cover of flab was my now seemingly always hungry stomach. I focus on the picture of the skinny me again and look at her (or my) midriff. My ribcage is visible above my bellybutton and there is not an inch of fat to be spotted. It was hard to believe how such a petit girl could grow such a huge belly, but I did. What was further staggering was the fact that the me in the picture had really thin thighs with an obvious thigh gap. The situation now was a difference of night and day. Not only have my thighs blown up so much that the only way to create a gap is if I sit down on a bed and spread them completely. This gap would then be immediately filled up with belly then, so there is not really much of gap anyway. Me and the other two girls on the picture have slim hips and I remember all three of us having a bit of flat butt. Now my butt is about the size as the three women next to each other, including the spaces in between. I still think it sounds a bit mean, but in all honesty the term “Fatass” really does apply to me. I’m shaken out of my daydream as I feel a hand at the side of my belly and soon another one at my other side. I look over my shoulder to see Joe’s calm face.
“Let’s sort this out and then we will call it a day” He says looking in my eyes and giving a gentle squeeze.
“yeah” I agree with a nod and we continue to our business, not before I change back into my shirt.

Not much later I am chewing away some nice chocolates while Joe is already preparing dinner in the kitchen. While he cooks I play a game on the console, but I notice that Joe is listening to a special playlist. It’s a list that we put together, where we collect all songs about bigger women or inside jokes that we like. The song right now is “Fat bottomed girls” by queen. I smile and shake my head. I guess I am the fat bottomed girl that makes Joe’s world go round.

At the end of the evening I find myself standing in front of nemesis, the scale. The machine looks so tiny, so fragile that it makes worry if it can hold up the weight of a woman… of my proportions. Joe assured me that this was a special scale and I had plenty of growing room before I would destroy it.
“You know weighing myself used to be so scary and always alone” I say as I look at the scale and then up to my handsome husband “Now it is like kinky game or ritual we play. Still a little bit scary, but with you it is the right type of scary. The exciting, thrilling type.”
Saying it was a kinky ritual nowadays was quite true. Whenever we weighed me we followed the same type of actions. Joe stood near me in his boxers providing a few kisses, hugs and squeezes from time to time and of course snacks. I stood there in the room in my black lingerie, consisting of a thong a bra with a see trough veil.
“From the very first time” Joe says holding up a bite size custard cake snack “Up and till now, I am still super excited when it comes to this, I literally look forward to it from the beginning of the week”
“Oh how things change” I say with a playful grin and allow Joe to feed the snack to me. Joe runs his hand along the curve of my belly, softly lifting it and feeling its weight.
“Change for the better” Joe says grinning back at me “Want more of those?”
“Is that even a question?” I respond sarcastic “Of course I do”
“Talking about change it is still amazing how your appetite has changed” Joe says retrieving the rest of the box with snack cakes. “I remember the times where you complained how full you were after eating a small plate of mixed vegetables and a half a piece of meat.”
“So that has barely changed” I say with a smile, I know I should feel bad about my gluttony. However, it felt so good to be…bad “I mean for dinner I only had ten sausages, two garlic breads, fried onions and a couple of oven baked potatoes.”
“800 calories of sausage, over a 1000 calories of bread, 500 calories of fried onion and another 1200 calories of potato and butter” Joe sums up proud “Add to that the 500 calories of your soda’s and you get a well-balanced 4000 calorie meal for a 5’4’’ girl.”
“Hmmm I guess that might attribute to why I am a few pounds heavier than those average skinny girls” I say grabbing hold of my belly. It is fucking unreal how much flesh there even is to grab hold on there! “And I guess that tub of ice cream, the afternoon snacks of corndogs and another tub of ice cream also doesn’t fit in my diet”
“Or these things of a 100 calories a piece” Joe says eagerly stuffing my mouth with two of the custard cake snacks “But you used to workout 5 days per week, so you will burn all those calories in no time”
“Yeah” I once again reply sarcastic “Because one thing about letting your boyfriend/husband fatten you up is that it is great for your condition”
That cheeky reply got me a punishment, or reward, of another two snack cakes.
“I guess we can’t expect my wife to be a beautiful fatty and sporty, but that is totally OK with me” Joe says he gives a firm pat of my left butt cheek and I can imagine he is enjoying the amount of jiggling my butt does. “Now let’s put a number on all that beauty.”
He walks to the scale and holds up one of the snack cakes in front of it, like he was luring something. I play my part, lick my lips, put a hand on my belly and waddle towards the scale. I step on and take a bite of the cake. Followed by a kiss of Joe. The rest of the snack cake is fed to me and Joe kisses my neck, lower, lower until he is wrapped around my hips and looks at the number of the scale.
“500 and 21, now that is proper fat lady” He says proud and kisses me again “Now how about we take the two remaining cakes and move this scene over to the bed”
I feel my blood rush as I let Joe leads me to bed by my hand. I’m 521 pounds now, that is freaking huge! There is over 410 pounds of fat added to my body now. Most of society tells me that being fat is bad. For most of my life I have been afraid to even gain a few pounds. Now I am over four and half times as heavy as I used to be. In all honesty I am very fat…. But it feels so good.

Epilogue
Epilogue, Normal POV
-Two months later-
“Good morning partner” Isa calls out “Are you excited for the first day?”
“Excited, scared and slightly hungry” I reply as I look at the old office building.
“Surprise, surprise the fatass is hungry” Isa says sarcastic “look what I got”
Out of the trunk of her car she retrieves a sign with the text: “Full Weight Productions”
It was the name of their new company with underneath it the company logo. A speed dial, where the speed indicator was replaced with pounds and the fuel indicator with a hamburger.
“I know the building isn’t as beautiful as our old office, but we will make it a bit better every day” Isa says planting the sign in the front yard of the office. The office was indeed ugly from the outside, but the inside was…still ugly, but well functional. And indeed Amber, Lilly, Isa and Joe would make something of it.
“So the first day and the first shoot I guess?” Amber says as she opens the door to their new office. It was more a large hall with some desks, an area reserved as studio and a large kitchen. After all you can’t be a fat fetish site without proper food.
“Yes” Isa says following the very fat blond inside the building “And the first shoot will immediately be a live stream and one the people will remember.”

“Oh common” Amber pleads while the camera is still aimed at the ground “Do I really have to do this?”
“Yes” Isa says and fixes the camera on a tripod “God knows that fat ass of yours could use some exercise.”
Amber was dressed in sports shorts, which cut into her meaty thighs, and a sports top which rode up along the edge of her belly.
“Can’t I just sit and eat something” Amber argues “You can even stuff me with the hose. Just please! Don’t make me exercise”
“Nahah blubber butt” Isa says coming onto screen with a coach jacket, short shorts with fishnet stockings and boots that come up to her knee. In her right hand she holds a small whip, like the ones drill sergeants used to have. “Today we are going to show off how out of shape you actually are! And I am sure our audience wants to see all that jiggling of yours”
Isa grabs hold of Amber’s belly fat and shakes it. Isa laughs and grabs something off camera. It are two bright pink 1 pound dumbbells or rather hand weights.
“No we start of easy” Isa says putting a weight in each of Amber’s hands “You will extend your arms to the side, hold for a couple of seconds then move your hands up above your head, hold and repeat.”
Isa moves off camera again and returns with a bowl with a large spoon.
“Now to motivate a fatty like you there will be a reward, each time you complete one cycle you get a nice chunky piece of chocolate chip, peanut butter cookie dough.” Isa says showing the semisolid cookie batter to the camera. “Ready Porky? Then go!”
Amber does as she is instructed and stretches her arms, a thick layer of flab hangs down from her arm as she stretches it out. She pushes her arms up and notices that this exercise is tougher than she thought. The motion causes her shirt to ride up all the way revealing the pale jiggling mass of her belly. She feels a couple of soft taps as Isa whacks her belly a couple of times with the convex side of the spoon.
“Look at that big fat gut!” Isa says, some pride shining trough in her voice “Well that was one, so you earned a snack”
Amber while chewing the dough repeats the exercise.
“I love how much your arms jiggle” Isa points out “There is just no defined muscle there at all”
“This is actually harder than it looks” Amber complains as she raises her arms.
“Really? You’ve barely done two and you are already complaining?” Isa says rolling her eyes “Well I will give you an option: either we repeat this exercise till all the cookie dough is gone and then we move on. Or you eat two spoons of butter, we save the dough for later and move on straight away.”
“I’ll take the butter” Amber sighs in instant surrender.
Isa smiles bright, retrieves the butter, feeds it to the obese blond and pats her belly.
“very good I am sure all this exercise will make you lose some pounds” Isa says sarcastic “Now for the next exercise please bend down as far as possible”
Amber gives Isa a confused look, but does as she is told. She bends down, which isn’t far due to her fat belly meeting her huge thighs very soon. Isa smiles evil and gives Amber a slight push, enough to push her out of balance and make her fall over. Amber’s huge ass softens the blow a bit, but the furniture rumbles as she sits down.
“Very good just lay on your back now and we will do some sit ups” Isa says standing next to Amber. “You take up so much floorspace”
Amber rolls her eyes and grunts. She lies down and prepares to miserably fail at the sit ups. And indeed Amber tries, but much more than making her gut wobble she doesn’t achieve anything.
“Not even one” Isa says condescending. She places her boot on Amber’s belly and moves it around “So, so far the only thing you are good at is converting food into lard. ”
Isa moves her foot some more and watches how Amber’s whole body jiggles.
“You used to be so fit, running, working out” Isa says as she removes her foot “Now you can’t even lift your own fat body of the ground anymore. Look at what a big ball of lard that belly is. Just think about it for a second how much food you need to eat… how much fat you need to consume for it to grow this large ”
Amber turns a darker shade of red as Isa taunts her.
“Right three spoons of butter for failing this” Isa says stern “Then you roll over so we can see that fat ass of yours and you will try pushups.”
“Pushups?” Amber says horrified, watching Isa prepare the spoons of butter. “How on earth am I going to do that?”
“Just do the simple version. You know, on all fours and then bend your arms” Isa says soothing feeding Amber the butter. “Now you finish up the other two spoons while I check up on the chat.”
Isa hands Amber a prepared spoon in each hand and walks to a computer of screen.
“How many pushups and situps did you used to be able to do?” Isa reads out.
“eh, 35 pushups in two minutes, 60 situps and I for some time I did sets of 20 fast pullups” Amber recounts as she tastes the butter, it didn’t even taste that bad.
“Besides you lacking any muscle build up. I also don’t think we can even mount a bar strong enough to haul your fatass up anymore.” Isa says smirking “Next comment: My god she is huge! What is she at nowadays? I’ll answer that. We are going to weigh Amber at the end of the stream to set the mark of our first video and to see if she lost any weight.”
“Yeah I am sure this diet you got me on is going to make me lose weight” Amber says sarcastic waving an empty spoon and starting on the last one.
“Last comment for now” Isa says, ignoring Amber. “When you showed the new office of your own studio (congrats), I only saw ordinary office stuff. However, isn’t Amber too fat for most of that stuff? Like there is no way those office chairs are going to hold up or even fit that enormous ass of her.”
Isa looks around the office and whistles.
“Now that you mention it” Isa says “How about after the weigh in, as a free extra to celebrate our new company, Amber will test out one of the chairs. But first Amber get on all fours and we will get on with the exercise.”

With more effort than Amber would have liked to admit she rolled over and got on all fours. There is barely a thumb width amount of space between the floor and Amber’s belly fat hanging of her midsection.
“To motivate you” Isa says as she puts a platter with some bite size party snacks in front of Amber “Each time you move down you can have a bite. Now show us how a fat girl exercises”
Amber gave Isa another annoyed look, but got on with the task ahead. She bends her arms and leans forwards, taking a nice slice of sausage. Amber feels her belly touch and the spread over the floor, shivering at the cold touch of the surface.
“Belly fat enough to touch the ground, check” Isa says prodding Amber’s belly with the short whip “An ass so fat it forms a shelf even bend over, check. Tree trunk thighs, check. Large fleshy breasts, check. Cellulite and stretchmarks, check. Lots of soft fat pretty much everywhere? …check”
Isa pinches a roll of fat on Amber’s back as Amber struggles to straighten up for the third time so far.
“A complete lack of physical strength and fitness” Isa says softer as she squads in front of Amber. She picks up a couple of snacks and hand feeds them to Amber so she doesn’t have to bend over “Check… well, well Amber according to my accounts you have turned into a complete fatty. A true SSBBW as we professionals would say. So I guess after you finish these snacks we can go and see if you lost any weight after this tiring exercise.”

“Now the moment we’ve all been waiting for… Amber will you do the honors” Isa said holding up a specially made scale with a red ribbon around it. Amber had pair of scissors in one hand and a hand sized cheeseburger in the other. She took a bite of the burger and cut the ribbon.
“Full weight productions is now in business!” Isa says putting down the scale and waiting for Amber to step on.
Amber takes a deep breath and steps onto the scale. Isa checks the number and nods approvingly.
“Amber how much were you when you first decided to gain a few pounds?” Isa says drawing some suspense.
“110” Amber says, unable to hide a sly smirk.
“Well Amber congratulations” Isa says proud “Remember when you got to 220? You thought you were too big, yet you kept eating and eating. Then 330 three times your original size, by all accounts you were really fat at that time. However as you gained another 110 pounds, that 330 pound version of you seemed… small. Four times the size of the skinny girl you once were…and now… at five hundered! And fifty! One point two pounds. You have quintupled in size! 551.2 pounds is freaking huge! Five times the size you were all added in nice fat.”
Isa gives a firm slap to Amber huge ass and watches the jiggling of Amber’s body.
“Nope plop those 551 pounds of beauty down on this chair and we will see if we have to buy special equipment” Isa says rolling a normal office chair towards her. “I almost feel sorry for the poor thing as I compare it to that enormous ass of yours.”
Amber was blushing and feeling slightly ashamed of her size. However, the feeling that got trough the most was the feeling of… beauty… sex appeal. Yeah she was an enormous fatass, but she felt…right about it. She looked at the chair and smiled as she thought about Joe, who surely was going to celebrate with her tonight. She slowly sat her rear down on the poor chair. Isa had to hold the chair in place so it would roll away as Amber sat down. The chair creaked, metallic and plastic snapping sounds could be heard as more and more of Amber’s weight pressed on the structure. To Amber’s relieve the one of the arm rests broke off freeing some room for her fat ass. For a second all Amber’s weight seemed to be held up fine by the chair. Amber sighs surprised and Isa opens her mouth to say something, but then a loud snap is heard and one of the legs with wheels snaps in half and the chair and the 550 pound lady on top of it fall down. For a second time that day the room shakes from the impact and Isa laughs as Amber struggles to get up.
“There you have it folks” Isa says turning to the camera “Amber is too fat for our chairs…perhaps I should have known since she is about 200 pounds over its weight limit. Ah ,well. That is all for today see you lovely viewers next time….we might even have a new model then.”

“There we have it” Isa actually embracing Amber after she got up “Our very first hit! All we have to do is check the comments, make sure to answer so they feel in touch and see the stats.”
Isa eagerly gets over to the computer and reads out loud.
- Great show, can’t wait for more.
- What a fucking land whale!... I love it!
- Anyone else things it’s kind of hot to get a diet commercial before the video starts? Like of a woman a few pounds overweight taking some pills and poof she is thin again. And then you see this video of that fatty just gobbling down butter.
- My god I remember seeing her first videos…just a bit chubby back then. Now she looks like she just eats tubs of lard for breakfast! Can’t wait for them to get another model and make her Amber’s protégé
- Amber you a freaking beautiful! But I wouldn’t mind if some of your eating habits rub off on Isa. I bet she would look hot as a fatty.
Amber’s eyes glide over the comments and the views statistics. All signs where positive and over 1000 live viewers was a very good start for a brand new website.
“Is that really an option?” Amber says while reading the comments.
“Me getting fat, Ha! Never!” Isa says getting into a fit of laughter. “I love watching and feeding a fatass like you, not being one. I love the mental comparison of watching your blubbery butt jiggle and then think of how trim I am. I love the feeling of seeing how soft you got, of stuffing you full of fattening food. While staying nice and fit myself. Don’t get me wrong I love the feeling of a big fat…”
“I meant hiring a second model” Amber cuts Isa short, slightly offended “You think anyone else would voluntary fatten up?”
“Oh…yeah for sure” Isa says with an apologetic laugh “In fact you are lucky I am such a good business partner since might have two potential candidates already, but first it looks like we have company.”
Isa points to Joe’s car stopping in front of the building. He and Lilly get out of the car and make their way in, carrying a small box.
“Congrats on the first video!” They both shout as they enter.
Joe puts the box down and hugs Amber while Lilly does the same to her girlfriend. Then they switch around and Lilly embraces Amber and even Joe and Isa seem to become friendly with each other. However, they both share a specific interest. So neither of them can look away as the two heavier women embrace each other. Isa swallows nervously as she sees how Lilly’s belly, which was nice and squishy, presses into Amber’s much larger belly. Joe also admires the sight and feels a sense of pride that the biggest woman in the room is his wife.
“So who is ready for some cake?” Lilly says opening the box, which also has a congratulation message on the cake.
“I am” Isa says in a rare event where she eats something like this “But babe aren’t you a diet.”
“You are such a tease” Lilly says smiling “Amber, cake?”
Amber looks around at the people for a swift moment and then smiles deeply. These people where dear to her. Yes two of them where responsible for making her very, very fat, but right now it didn’t matter. She had her own company, a loving husband, an appetite for five people and the weight to confirm it. But most of all she was happy and that is what mattered the most.

That day Lilly ate about an quarter of the cake under the pressure of Isa and a little bit of Joe. Isa and Joe ate a quarter and Amber ate half the cake before getting started on a proper meal, but what could you expect? Amber is after all a very fat, very hungry and lazy…..plus sized model.