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DISCLAIMER: This story was originally written by former deviant xxWhaleHelloTherexx before his account was removed. I’m only posting this because I felt it was too good a story to go to waste. I was, in fact, able to get a hold of the author, and he has given me permission to post his content.

When I first moved out west for college, I never thought there would be so many hot girls. Not only that, but some of them really digged me. But even when I asked the girl I’d been flirting with over the last week, Clarissa, to come to the beach with me, I was shocked when she said yes.

Even when she sent me a text last minute, saying she was bringing her friend, Katie, I was still excited. Two girls, one date? Hell yeah.

But, I have to digress, my plan wasn’t an innocent one. I had a very special plan, indeed, but that will all be explained.

The day at the beach in and of itself was incredible. I had no idea that they both surfed, although Clarissa in my mind was far superior. Maybe it was just her boobs bouncing as she rode the waves.

But I was shocked to find how competitive these two friends were. As soon as they took a break from surfing, they were each bickering about who was better, who took the tighter turns, and arguing about tons of things I didn’t know. I didn’t particularly care about who was better, but watching them argue involved a lot of shaking, which in turn meant a lot of cleavage bouncing and asses jiggling.

I had brought a cooler of refreshments for the ladies to enjoy. I had found a new soda I had packed a lot of, called Big O, and the ladies were enjoying it immensely. It had some special ingredients that were beginning to show as they chugged sugary soda after sugary soda.

Volleyball was next, which was even more fun than watching the girls surf, especially because I was up close in the action. I had played indoor volleyball, so I knew my way around the court.

But after each dive and squat, the girls’ bikini bottoms shrunk a little more, revealing more and more of their butts, and after each jump their boobs bounced rhythmically. I elected to play in the back to really enjoy the view.

I was getting the feeling that both of these girls really liked me. Maybe it was just how I looked, but whatever. After each good play that Clarissa or Katie would make, they would smile at me and proceed to whisper to each other, assumably unkind statements at how great they were.

Maybe it was the constant bickering between Clarissa and Katie, but the other team left long before the game was over. Another girl jogged over, asking to play with us. “Sure, two on two, sounds good!” I said. “Hi, I’m Jake, this is Clarissa and Katie. And you are?”

“Hi, I’m Angela. Nice to meet you. Teams? I’m not that good, so keep that in mind,” the new girl said, smiling.

“I’ll take Jake,” said Clarissa, instantly. “He and I work well together.”

“No, I think I should have Jake,” said Katie. “Those teams would be better, don’t you think, Jake?”

“Uhh, I’m chill with whatever,” I said, thinking to myself, ‘Damn, these chicks really like me, huh?’

“No, it’s fine, I’ll take Jake,” Clarissa said, grabbing my arm and forcibly dragging me across the sand.

“Fine, Clare, but I’m so taking you down,” said Katie, cracking her knuckles.

The game started, Katie trying her absolute hardest to kill Clarissa with each spike, leading to Clarissa firing back. I had no choice but to enjoy it: the more focused on the game they were, the less they focused on their attire or maintaining lady-like posture. I got views for days.

Their fiercely competitive nature lead to them each being super tired, which meant more of the Super-O. Unknown to them, I had taken a bunch of some meds for anorexia patients and mixed them in. I could see its effects begin to make it happen as Clarissa walked up to me, asking, “Hey, you got any food?”

“Yeah, I have a lot, not on me, though. I got some back at my house, if you wanna head back,” I said, as innocently as I possibly could.

“Yeah, I’m starving, let’s go, like, now,” she said, slipping her hand into mine.

“Shouldn’t I go grab Katie?” I said, watching her chug a liter of Super-O.

Her hand slid from mine, down, down to my inner thigh, beginning to caress it as she whispered in my ear, “Could it just, be us, maybe?”

“I’m sorry, Clarissa, I can’t just leave Katie here,” I said, pulling away. Clarissa pouted, muttering, “Ok,” and slumped her shoulders.
‘Damn, that stuff’s working a lot stronger than I thought it was going to’ I thought, padding over to Katie. I tapped her on her shoulder as she finished her 3rd liter of Super-O since I started watching her. “You ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah, Jake, let me finish this last one, then--” she belched an enormous burp, her bloated stomach rumbling, shaking her boobs in the process. She then popped open the last bottle of Super-O and chugged the whole thing right in front of me. “Speaking of which, do you have any food, I’m getting really hungry.”

“Uh, yeah, sure, at the house. I’ll grab some when we get there,” I said.

I was albeit shaken, but I grabbed the cooler in one hand and her tender hand in the other. I threw my cooler, a lot lighter than when I first brought it out. They headed back to Clarissa’s car, and I hopped in mine. I sped home. I had made preparations already, but I had to make sure everything was perfect.

When they showed up 3 minutes after I did, everything was perfectly in place. They almost fought their way through the door to get there first. They each shyly tucked their flowing hair behind their ears.

Katie was still quite bloated from the countless bottles of Super-O. Don’t get me wrong, Clarissa had drunk a bunch as well, but nothing in comparison to Katie.

“Hey, guys, I have some snacks, a rom-com on Netflix on the T.V. Wanna watch some?” I asked, letting them inside.

“Yeah, sure, sounds fun,” Clarissa said eagerly. She slid inside, jaw practically dropping to the floor when she witnessed the 10 dozen doughnuts I had bought. Without a word, she sat down, tore into a box, and began devouring doughnuts. Katie, not wanting to be left behind, followed suit quickly and grabbed herself a box of doughnuts.

They were gone insanely quickly. Doughnuts disappeared rapidly and were replaced the instant there was space in their mouths.

In less than 10 minutes, they had each had 60 doughnuts, and it had quickly metabolized onto their bodies, thanks to those added ingredients in the Super-O, showing in their already expanding bodies. “You guys still down for that movie?” I asked.

They waddled to the couch, sticky fingers but eager bellies excited at the prospect of more food. On the way, final remaining doughnuts in hand, they bumped into each other with their significantly larger and bouncier butts, sending new excess flesh jiggling about the place.

I poured them each some massive glasses of Super-O, leaving the remaining bottles on the desk in the mess of snacks I had set out. Katie was already digging into the massive bowl of popcorn while Clarissa tossed handfuls of sweet candies into her mouth from both hands.

I put on the movie only to realize that they were running out of snacks really quickly, much faster than I had anticipated. All that stuff in the Super-O was really going to work on their bodies. I was originally hesitant to bring out the heavier foods I had, but there was no other option.

I set down the first few cakes and other assorted pastries and picked up the empty bowls and plates that had since been demolished by the two wonderful girls sitting on the couch. I realized I had to start making more, these girls were going to eat much more than I originally thought.

By the time I had fully replaced each of the dishes twice, and their butts started to touch, they each realized they were getting bigger. Katie smiled, as she had the head start. “So, Jake, you into bigger women?” Katie said through a mouthful of brownie.

“The bigger the better,” I said, placing another cake in front of the ladies. They looked at each other, sizing each other up, literally, then dug into the food with a renewed vigor. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere, ladies,” I said, even though it looked like they were far from going anywhere.

I rushed to the nearby grocery store, piling multiple carts high with every sweet imaginable. I basically bought out the bakery section, the packaged sweets section, and the candy section. I didn’t care that I spent over $400 dollars on sweets.

When I returned from the store, piling the counters high with sweets, I checked in on the lovely ladies on my couch. They were each plugging away at the remaining pastries on the table, completely oblivious to the movie on the television.

Now, with his own home-cooked food and store-bought foods, I was able to balance constantly keeping food on the table.

Suffice to say, no one was watching the movie anymore. The girls were fiercely competing for the bigger belly, stuffing foods viciously down their throats like no tomorrow. I, when not keeping them sufficiently stocked with foods, of course, watched the magnificent spectacle. I was totally into it, despite the complete disregard of manners. Who cared when you had 10 cakes, 20 plates of brownies, as well as countless cupcakes, twinkies, and chocolate bars to stuff down your throat?

At one point, and by this time the girls were really becoming massive, the couch couldn’t take it anymore. The legs snapped, dropping the couch a couple of inches, sending massive amounts of fat and blubber bouncing and jiggling across their body. They didn’t even falter in their consumption of anything that lay in front of them. It was a spectacular sight.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t even hear the movie. I really didn’t care that you could hear their lips smacking around slice after slice of cake, brownie after brownie sundae, the stacks of cookies being simultaneously shoved down their throats, that I could hear their stomach gurgling beneath leagues of churning fat, it that you could hear the constant stretching of their overworked clothes as they struggled to keep up with their girth. As they shifted about to grab more and more food into their greedy fingers, you could hear their ever-growing fat rolls slap one another and send jiggles up and down their enormous bellies. I was too deliriously blissed out to even care.

Katie’s consumption of the massive amounts of Super-O made her devour food like a machine, but Clarissa was similar in incredible amounts of fat purely because she couldn’t let Katie beat her.

Almost at the same time, when I was coming back with another load of goodies, Katie was struggling. While it was enjoyable to watch her rolls and blubber bounce as she competed with her fat to grab more food, I felt kinda bad for her. She eventually grabbed a whole cake and plopped it on her massive grown boobs, and began dutifully chowing down. Clarissa was similarly struggling with the whole getting of food to maintain the pace they had originally set.

“Hey, uh, Jake, can you help me?” she asked from behind a massive slice of cake in her mouth. “I can’t reach much more.”

“Yeah, sure thing Katie,” I said, grabbing another cake, setting two on her gigantic cleavage like a rack of lamb, and began to feed it to her slice by slice, at an incredibly quick rate.

Mid-way through Katie’s second cake, Clarissa mumbled a muffled, “Uhh, Jake, I need some help too.”

I looked over to see her equally having difficulties reaching around her swelling rolls of stomach fat, determined to reach the remaining sweets on the table with her thickening fingers, but failed each attempted grab fantastically. I took a break from feeding Katie to grabbing a huge, four-tiered cake and tried to balance it on her enormous boobs. I couldn’t quite reach it, so I stood up on the couch to try to place it in the perfect spot.

I guess the couch had had enough of the countless pounds of gluttony on it, and my added weight was enough to completely splinter the thing. It broke almost cleanly in two, leaving the newly sizable ladies sprawled across my carpet floor, fat sprawling in every direction. Katie held onto her cake, still looking at me expectantly with it clutched in her hands.

I squeezed through the waves of soft and warm flesh, cake in hand, and finally reached the beautiful ladies’ mouths and began to feed them. Although I was slower than they were, I took turns feeding them, rubbing and massaging their ever-expanding bellies (for both my pleasure and theirs).

I thought it would reach a point where they would stop, but it seemed like that time would never come, not that I minded. They put away cake after cake, platter after platter of cookies, pan after pan of brownies, finding infinite room in their growing, rolling bellies to put away whatever I threw at them. Finally, when we had reached the end of the food, they each looked to see who was bigger. At least, they tried to. Enormous boobs dominating the skyline, they were hardly able to even look at each other, and all that they did see was endless rolls of soft and jiggling flesh.

Even after all the food was gone, I could feel their bodies expanding as I explored as much of their expansiveness that I could. Their bikinis were long gone, leaving these lovely ladies completely nude. I felt the sugary goodness I had fed them churning throughout their bodies. I was in love with each of their bodies. I took a step back to fully inspect them, squeezing through rolls of soft flesh to do so.

Their eyes shone from behind their ever-fattening face, enormous cheeks, and large, bulging double chins. Their boobs were gigantic: so big I couldn’t even reach all the way around one with a big hug, so big they could have crushed me by themselves, so big I couldn’t stop feeling them, so big they looked like they could crush, each beautiful boob enriched in heavenly fat that made playing with them the most fun thing I had ever done. Their bellies lay on the floor, in massive rolls larger than the biggest trees I had ever seen, so full and soft and delightful to rub. Each roll sat on top of the next, almost bouncing happily as I massaged and kneaded each and every inch of their seeming limitless expanses of belly. I figured I was doing them a service: their arms themselves were weighed down with fat, so much that they probably couldn’t move either one themselves. Circling around the piles of beautiful flesh, I took in their massive asses for the first time. Originally tight and small, they had changed beyond belief. They propped them up and sat, each enormous cheek larger than exercise balls, larger than anything I had seen before. They were so fun to stick my face into, the soft flesh rubbing against my cheeks in the sexiest way imaginable.

“So, Jake, who’s bigger?” Clarissa said, trying to shift and look at Katie, but only managing to send her rolls jiggling and make herself look silly.

“Oh, my oh my, it is so hard to tell,” I said. “You both look quite lovely.”

Katie piped up, “I’d do anything for you, Jake, but to tell you the truth, I love how big I am! It’s like, there’s so much of me to play with!” She was massaging her newly swollen stomach rhythmically, reveling in all its glory.

“It’s funny, Katie, so much of your fat went to your boobs and butt, which really looks magnificent, by the way, but, with you, Clarissa, you big-bellied wonder, it all went straight into your massive rolls. You both are equally, wonderfully big.”

Katie raised her arm for a high five, and Clarissa did her best to oblige, but it was simply impossible; their rolls upon rolls had pushed them far out of arm’s reach.

Clarissa stifled a yawn, her double chin bulging out as she did so. “I’m feeling pretty sleepy, maybe all that food is finally catching up to me..”

“Ya, sure, one sec,” I said, grabbing my three beds that I could move and setting them up in the living room. The beautiful rolls of fat spread across the beds as they lay down, soft skin seeming to flow everywhere.

“Good night, ladies,” I said, smiling. “See you tomorrow.”

“‘Night, Jake,” Katie said, subconsciously rubbing her enormous ass while waving at me from the temporary setup of beds.

I walked away, giddy with excitement. I had just made two of the hottest girls I knew into the two hottest girls I know, and I was overjoyed with the results.

I fell asleep that night with my head full of happy thoughts, only to be awakened a couple of hours later. My bed was shaking as if a small earthquake had just hit, prompting me to get up in just my boxers and head outside to check on the ladies, see if they were okay.

The thing is, they were much more than okay. Rolls of fat lay upon enormous cleavage as the two gigantic ladies made love, a passionate and fiery embrace of fat and love. After five minutes of staring, Katie finally noticed I was there.

“Oh, Jake, get in here,” she said, panting, motioning.

Those next two hours were that of pure pleasure. Infinite area of soft and jiggling fat was explored, every enormous and distended inch of fat caressed and massaged and honored. Eventually, as all good things do, it came to an end, all three of us laughing and panting, the girls more so than I.

As I was walking away, I heard Katie call, “Hey Jake?”

“Yeah, Katie?”

“I’m feeling hungry again,” she said, slightly sheepishly.

“Me too,” chimed in Clarissa.

“Don’t worry, my loves. You thought tonight was good? Oh my, that was just the opening. The true fun starts tomorrow!”

I left it at that: the girls so incredibly excited to be fed, me all too happy to oblige them.