(alternate title: The Pool]
by ZincDink
With a hint of disdain, the businessman left his seat next to the fat woman and walked to an empty one two rows back.
"Have it your way.", she thought. She was sure he left because he was worried that her fat would hang over the armrest and touch him. She had piles of folded fat on her sides, but she carried most of her weight with her round, hanging belly. She could have kept her side rolls from spilling into his seat. "No matter.", she thought as she raised the armrest to each side of her. Her butt flowed out to either side, spilling into the adjacent seats.
Becky flew on, anticipating her meeting with Ray. Months ago, Becky's former lover Mason had left her, and she was ready to resume her love life with another.
Mason had been fun - he had awakened Becky's lust for food. They had enjoyed countless sessions of feeding that left Becky spent, unmoving and stuffed to the gills. Mason was not the best cook but he made up for that with his passion for forcing Becky to eat more that she thought possible. He loved strapping a cold stainless-steel funnel to her face and pouring quarts of weight-gain shakes into her.
She loved the feeling of gorging...testing the limits of what a pig she could be. If Mason had a little more imagination, she might have asked him to stay. He always satisfied her urges to grow full to overflowing, but often came up short in other departments. His attitude toward their sessions was more akin to a sideshow ticket holder. He usually had masturbated himself to orgasm watching her stuff her face. Long before Becky had been sexually satisfied we would head for the refrigerator for a beer. More than once, she was left to untie her own hands and pull the worn funnel off of her face, its surface dripping with cum shot towards her. Worst of all, Mason was not much of a conversationalist, and made the times between fuck-and -fill sessions bland and boring.
Shortcomings or not, Mason had flipped Becky's switch. She would never be satisfied by a conventional relationship. Endless eating. Fucking someone who wanted to cram her belly and her pussy to overflowing. Filling a man's eyes, hands and face with hundreds of pounds of soft crushing force - that's what she craved.
Becky felt the twinge and subtle wetness of arousal as she recalled the time she had 'met' Jay. Lonely and (despite her good sense) a little dejected by Mason's departure, Becky had immersed herself in the Internet. She had quite a few sessions with others that had left her with an empty pint of ice cream, a sticky keyboard and an unsatisfied clit. What good is hot chat or phone fucking if he has to log off because his wife walked in before she made the trip to the fridge for the second pint? Ray was different. Deeply sensual. Inventive with his prose. Titillating. He'd go on for endless hours on the phone as Becky playfully begged him to stop turning her on. She was traveling to meet man, and was anxious to add the final dimension to their relationship - physical contact.
"Plane's right on time.", Ray thought. His heart was racing with anticipation. Only a minute more before he would see Becky walk off of the plane. Although Becky had sent him a photo or two, he was eager to see her in person. No still photo could duplicate the shifting, jiggling eroticism of a fat woman moving. His penis grew down the leg of his pants, but he did not give a fuck who saw.
Passengers came out of the boarding tunnel. A few 250 pound cuties that Ray normally would have noticed hugged their grannies and boyfriends. Ray did not even stop to stare at the fat-tittied woman whose stretchmark-covered belly flopped out of her pants as she reached to hug her tall husband. No time for that now!
Ray somehow perceived the last three or four thumps of Becky's feet in the boarding tunnel. He looked to see her for the first time. A shifting balloon of belly fat shifted, rose and fell as she stepped into the terminal. Thighs sliding wide past each other moved several thick fat rolls on her sides. Her proportionately small tits bounced quickly and swayed as her incredibly plump upper arms swung in time with her hips. She moved into the terminal, not seeing Ray. More rhythmic fat flopping, leg rubbing and tit shaking filled Ray's eyes. Waves of lust spread from his chest to his throbbing cock.
Searching the terminal, Becky turned her head. Her chin roll followed a step behind the rest of her head. Finally, her eyes locked with Ray. There was no doubt is was him. Their gazes locked, transmitting sexual and emotional energy. Becky snapped out of it as overstressed knees almost gave way due to lack of concentration. With a thudding heart and thudding feet, she moved her 450 pounds of loveliness over to the man who would forever be hers.
Dinner with a man you have never met in person is better when it's a fabulous dinner. The restaurant was a the base of a luxury hotel. Chefs from many disciplines serviced several smaller dining areas. Almost everything imaginable could be ordered, and almost everything was. The pressure of Becky's belly against the table kicked her hunger into high gear. Volumes of terrific food. Tight and satisfied, her stomach was packed. The warm pocket of rippled thighs and a tummy that sank into the small gap between them crowded her pussy. The buzzing aura of over-satisfaction from eating spilled into her sexuality. Only a matter of time before her weight draped over Ray's body and her slit swallowed his cock.
Ray asked if they should retire to his apartment, and she agreed. To her surprise, they walked a short distance to an elevator opening into the restaurant. "I have a penthouse in this building.", Ray said pushing the "P" button on the elevator panel. Strangely, it was the only button on the panel. Becky also noticed a dumb waiter close by, possibly dedicated to the penthouse as well. Her 450 pound bulk heaved into the elevator. She always felt a bit weak after a huge meal, and her knees strained. Carefully placed feet carried her waddling weight into the elevator.
Shortly after entering the apartment, they were locked in a hug, each other's tongues feeling out the other's. Becky's enormous belly pressed into Ray. She bent forward to press her tits into him. Ray's hands lifted and cupped her belly, reaching around to gently feel her dimpled ass through the sheer material of her short skirt. Out of sight, shimmering wetness coated the inside of Becky's pussy. Rays penis pounded against his zipper.
On to the bed clothing exploded off of Becky under pressure of her buckled rolls. Ray's clothes were torn off by Becky's eager hands. Free to the air, Ray's hands felt the moisture of her inner thighs and the surface of her tits. Tongues probed the hardness of muscle, and the wet, slightly sour creases of deep folds.
"You are enormous!", Ray said, lifting the weight of her belly.
"All this fat is for you, honey!", Becky said, flopping on her back with wave after wave of fat shaking.
"I need to see all of it, touch all of it, fuck all of it, lick all of it...", Ray said fondling and stroking every fold of her.
Becky moaned "...to fuck it you have to feed it! I need you to fill my pussy and my fat tummy! I need to fucking stuff myself, to eat like a fucking pig, to jam my face to get wet, then to jam my pussy to get off!!"
Pounding hard into Becky, Ray dripped sweat onto her mouth from his forehead. A petite burp, and a little still-cool baked Alaska welled up to her lips. Ray kissed her deeply, pressing into her to reach her mouth. The sweet taste of salt from his sweat and sweetness from the ice cream circled their circling tongues.
"Lost a little - you need to top that off." Ray said, reaching for a container of ice cream from the bedside refrigerator. Becky got on all fours and presented her slit to Ray. She greedily pulled the top of the pint and began licking the ice cream out. It was soft and cold. Her fat reached to caress the bed, soft and warm. Swinging folds of belly blubber clapped together in rhythm with Ray's thrusting from behind. Becky used both hands to support herself at first, but soon he had eaten the ice cream down too far. She began to squeeze the thick, sweet ice cream out with one hand, using only one arm to hold her off of the bed. Her poundage fought her arm muscles as Ray slammed into her. Her right holding the ice cream and her left convulsing with effort she ate soft vanilla with her mouth and hard cock with her pussy. Finally, her arm gave out, and her face smashed into the container. It collapsed, forcing ice cream into her mouth just as Ray exploded into her from behind. She slopped up the remainder of the cool liquid and shuddered with orgasm. Her fat shook as Ray grabbed her largest tummy rolls from behind and wobbled them, intensifying Becky's orgasm.
Many, many sessions followed. All satisfying. When then lingering scent of donut frosting under her fingernails aroused her belly and her food lust, she rang for Ray or a servant to bring more via the dumbwaiter. Unfortunately, Becky was troubled as her weight grew. 500 came harder than expected. Soon, a simple stroll to the bathroom taxed her 650 pound body to its limits. She desperately wanted to grow larger, for her fat to pile up into mounds of lust-generating softness, but it looked as it if her growth would have to level off soon. Her worries kept her from noticing sounds generated from construction elsewhere in the penthouse. She ate on.
Late one Sunday, after an extended weekend of gluttonous bingeing and sex, Ray announced that he had something to show her. "Come with me if you can, sweetheart. It'll be worth every step." Ray cooed, smiling. Ray helped her shift her layers of fat so that she could stand up. With straining steps and gently quivering legs, she waddled out of the bed/feeding room for the first time in weeks. Sweat lubricated her tummy folds and thighs, helping her walk. Naked, as usual, her lower belly was lifted by bare thighs and dropped, sagging with each step. Arms raised at an angle on shelves of side fat and swung wide. Sweat ran down her forehead and her heart pounded with the effort. Despite the strain, something tingled within her. Her mind faintly called for more food - she felt another massive binge cycle coming on. Ray could only have prepared some kind of ultimate feast in an attempt to immobilize her once and for all. She liked the thought, and hoped that she could carry herself to her final immobilizing meal exerted, desperate, but somehow dignified. After all, only a woman who had been large for years (300 pounds in seventh grade) could have built up the strength to do this final walk.
She lumbered through a wide doorway. As expected, a huge feast awaited her. The room was very large, occupying an entire floor of the building. Hundreds of feet on a side. A lone table sat in the middle piled with food. She sat in a quadruple wide dentist style chair, almost falling as she dropped her bulk into the seat. The meal began. Her tongue tasted the food and her feet reveled with the knowledge that they would be punished no longer. She slipped into her binge trance. Zoned in on her meal, only thinking of what to reach for next. She was so absorbed, that she did not notice that Ray was not performing as usual. Rather than coaching her, fondling her flab from beneath the table, spooning gravy, etc., he was far away at the other side of the room. Motors ran, and the flooring surrounding the table moved. Absorbed in her feast, Becky did not notice.
Gut-stuffed satiation neared. Becky struggled to swallow bites of sweet cheesecake. Her jaws ached with effort. Finally, licking the cherry glaze out of the final pie pan, she noticed her position. She was surrounded by water! A deep pool stretch in all directions! Only a long, narrow walkway connected her table with the edges of the room, where Ray waited. Suddenly, larger motors stirred, the table platform and the entire walkway began to descend into the water. Becky could not swim! If she did not make it to the side, she would surely drown! She struggled, kicking table away with swollen feet. She managed to swing her feet to the side, using her almost useless arms. Crumbs rained onto the table platform as she struggled to get up, belly shelves quivering. "Help, Ray! I can't swim! She called." Ray only stared intently. Feet finally planted she started to move. One step. Brace to keep her inertia from toppling her forward. Another step. More crumbs and drips of various gourmet sauces hit the walkway. Another painful step and she cheesecake again. "I was such a huge hog! She frantically thought...now it's time for the slaughter!" A panicked heart pounded in time with her hurting feet. Somehow, her situation also stirred sexual urges. Becky so loved the fact that she could not, would not control her eating. The cool fluid covered her feet as the platform sank onward.
Knee deep, Becky cried again "Ray! This is not funny! I can't walk another step!" She was only ten feet from the table, with a hundred feet to go. A lick cleaned a drop of cherry sauce from the corner of her mouth. Ray only stared, lusting over the realization of how fat she had become. With the next step, her shaking knees gave way, toppling her into the water. She sank, flailing her almost useless arms and legs. Panic stricken, she inhaled water. Or was it water? Thicker somehow. Slightly slippery. The fluid oozed into her nose, down her throat and into her lungs. Final calmness came over her, but wait! Becky realized she was floating free and breathing the fluid with no pain or discomfort. Her legs, knees and hips were free of the crushing grip of gravity. Her backside free of the massive pressure of her body! Ray had somehow built a pool where she could swim free and comfortable grow to titanic proportions!
Swimming slowing in circles (still hampered by the fat of her thighs and upper arms although they slid efficiently by one another, lubricated by the fluid) she took in her new environment. Rising near the surface, she saw Ray standing on the walkway, which had risen out of the pool. A glow of love spread over her. Her panic-dried vagina began to lubricate once again. The juice reacted with the pool's fluid, generating a subtle cloud of light aqua color in the water. "That'll happen a lot in here." Becky promised herself, and pumped out more lubricant. Ray jumped in for an inaugural fuck and fondle session.
Over the next few days, she aquatinted herself with the pool. Hand signals activated computer controlled devices. Her first underwater crap was quite interesting. After instruction from Ray, she gestured at the computer console. A tube with a spherical head slid out. It snaked between her thighs from the front and slid between her ass cheeks like a lover's hands. It pressed against her anus and buzzed to signal her. It was mildly erotic to float free with her eyes closed and effortlessly relieve herself into the device. A similar device aided with urination. Ray designed that one that one superfluous by fun cock-shaped tube. Hopefully, all of her needs would be taken care of with such ease.
She could bring her head above the surface at will. Her arms remained half submerged. One or two coughs quickly cleared her lungs, and she was ready for French kissing with Ray or for extravagant meals. For eating, a shallow part of the pool near the side was used. With hand signals, Becky brought tethers out to hold her body in place as she fed. Plates were automatically brought to her face, or better yet, Ray would spoon in mountains of food.
Unhindered by mobility concerns, she grew. Other clever treatments avoided other size-related problems. Ray and his staff had considered everything. A telltale trail of sensuous aqua followed her most of the time.
Sex was as never before. Ray could breath the fluid as well, and was fond of underwater fuck acrobatics. His favorite was to swim under Becky's bulk, paw her massive folds apart and wedge his head between her thighs and numerous Mons Venus fat folds. Sustained by oxygen from the fluid and the taste of sweet clit nectar he would bring her to thunderous orgasms from below. If she was tethered and gorging, so much the better. On several occasions, Ray brought both male and female admirers into the pool for a once-in-a-lifetime experience. At her size (several thousand pounds?) many pairs of hands could fondle her. One man could fuck the foot-deep fold over her knee while a plump female FA could ride Becky's upper arm and suck a breast.
Occasionally, Ray would ask for a 'special favor'. Becky swam to the submerged platform that originally supported the dinner table. She was positioned by mechanical arms face-down into a giant bowl-shaped seat that was two dozen or more feet across. Slowly the platform rose out of the pool. The weight of her body pressed down on her like that of a beached whale. Ray watched as she surfaced, her body spreading under the gravity, slick fluid flowing in rivers off of her mounded blubber. Her nose and throat emptied, seeping more fluid down her jowls. Her breathing was labored under the crushing force. "Hurry.", Becky said quietly. Ray positioned the bracing and spreading devices to make a passage into her fat. He managed to slide three-fourths of his long cock into Becky from behind. Fucking the beached Becky, Ray marveled at how her body cleverly added fat in such a way that she could still be entered from behind, even if it did take a bit of engineering! Fluid occasionally poured out of newly separated folds as Ray pounded her. He quickly brought himself to orgasm so that Becky would not suffer too much. Somehow, she always managed to cum as well.
A huge, spherical Becky wondered when it would end. How big could she get? Swimming slowly with arms and legs barely protruding from her bulk, she arrived at the shallow eating section. Tethers slid out between her fat rolls to hold her in place. She dug in as she felt Ray slither into position between her massive thighs. She and Ray had another delicious, sensuous meal.