Her magnificent 650+ pounds finally squeezed into a
custom-fitted, white stretch jumpsuit grown almost skintight
from all the extra weight she'd put on the past two weeks,
Julie Styles slowly and carefully waddled her nearly
spherical 5'5" form through the bathroom's double-width
doorway and into the bedroom, then came ponderously to a
halt when she saw her husband Tom staring lustfully at her
from their giant, specially-reinforced bed.
Her face was a lovely, turgidly smooth ball of adipose,
three full chins and the start of a fourth testifying to how
richly sixteen months of unrestrained bingeing had padded it.
Her upper arms were lusciously huge, either one bigger
around than an average woman's waist, their voluminous girth
straining the jumpsuit's sleeves close to bursting. Her
sides were equally opulent, bulging forth with such lavish
abundance as to hold her resting arms at forty-five degree
angles to the floor. Her breasts were a tit-lover's fantasy
come true, two beachballs of pillowy softness surging
forward against the overstretched fabric struggling to
contain them, starkly outlining dark areolae the size of
dinner plates, out-thrust nipples the size of thumbs. So
incredibly mammoth and heavy were her fantastic breasts, in
fact, that they would surely have sagged down to her thighs
but for the supporting shelf formed by her gigantic, tautly
protruding belly.
Nor was the bottom half of her body any less sumptuous;
indeed, if anything, a bit more of her immense poundage was
packed onto the bottom half of her body than onto the top
half. Her hips were truly astonishing, mirror-image swells
of sultry, delectably ripe voluptuousness each extending
almost a foot beyond even the lavish abundance of the
bulging side above it. Her legs were heftier yet:
monumentally massive, tapering pillars of pure avoirdupois
the ankles alone of which were as thick as two-liter soda
bottles. And although at the moment Julie's position kept
him from viewing it -- still, he knew that behind her lay
the most deliciously plush, bulbous ass any man could want,
a titanic hemisphere of soft, warm, billowing femininity
firmly jutting out to where a large cocktail tray could
literally be balanced on it.
Transfixed by the breathtaking sight of his gargantuan
wife standing before him dressed in such a provocatively
tight outfit, a suddenly dry-mouthed Tom swallowed hard and
tried several times to tell her how utterly beautiful she
looked to him. But it was just no use: the sheer intensity
of his lust for her had temporarily rendered him speechless,
his morning erection all but instantly transformed into a
full-fledged, roaring hard-on.
"Shine and rise, sleepyhead," Julie said in a cheerful
voice, purposely inverting the phrase in order to create a
double entendre -- but pretending not to notice either her
"mistake" or her husband's obvious arousal. "Time to get
up."
Smiling mischievously at him, she used her left hand
to affectionately pat the nearest bulge of her globular
body. "I'm happy to report that the delicious workout you
gave me last night didn't reduce my girlish figure any. As
a matter of fact -- or should I say fat? -- according to the
bathroom scale, your ever-hungry little butterball has
managed to eat her way up to a tidy six hundred and fifty-
seven pounds."
Automatically calculating the difference between the
figure Julie had just gleefully announced and that their
scale had registered at her last weigh-in two weeks ago, Tom
felt a pleasurable erotic jolt run the length of his rigid,
throbbing cock in response to the whopping twenty-six pound
gain which his computation implied. There followed a few
moments of doubt on his part when it occurred to him that
his loving wife might have overstated her current weight for
his sake . . . followed in turn by a second, still more
powerful jolt rocketing through his member when, after
mentally reviewing the frequency and extent of her gluttony
the past two weeks, he realized that the 657-pound figure
she'd voiced probably wasn't the least bit
exaggerated!
"Does -- does that include the eclair too?" Tom finally
stammered out in what he'd meant to be a casual reply,
sexual anticipation making him tremble slightly as he
pointed his arm at her right hand.
Despite knowing that she couldn't see her hands with
her mountainous bosom and bloated upper arms blocking her
view, force of habit made Julie look down to her right.
"Why, no," she said, both her surprised tone and facial
expression suggesting that she'd somehow forgotten all about
the chocolate eclair she was holding. "It doesn't."
Well aware of how turned-on Tom got from watching her
stuff herself with food, she raised the eclair to her lips,
gobbled it down in only three bites, and stated with a grin:
"Make that six hundred fifty-seven and a quarter."
Acting as if she hadn't heard his involuntary moan of
agonized ecstasy, she then unleashed her most effective turn-
on yet: slowly and sensuously licking the residual
stickiness off her pudgy fingers one by one in a manner
which left no doubt whatsoever that she was treating them
like miniature penises.
"Every little bit helps," she said happily once the
last trace of the eclair's icing was gone. "Waste not, bust
out."
Feeling himself going pleasantly and not-so-slowly
crazy with desire, Tom strove for self-control. "Speaking
of busting out," he said, straining to repress a quaver in
his voice, "aren't you uncomfortable in that tight thing?"
"Now that you mention it, it is a bit snug," Julie
admitted coyly. Instead of inviting him to help her out of
the jumpsuit the way Tom had hoped she would, however, she
majestically wheeled her immense poundage halfway around to
bring the stupendous expanse of her magnificent rear end
into his sight, and continued: "Especially in the back."
Then, not without some difficulty owing to her
gigantic belly, she gradually bent over, making her already
prodigious ass seem to grow larger, rounder by the second
before his widening eyes. That is, at least until -- with a
noisy ripping sound -- the jumpsuit's overburdened seams
yielded to the terrific pressure being put upon them, her
enormous buttocks practically exploding from the ruptured
seat.
"Oh, dear," she said in a completely innocent voice,
straightening up, "it seems I've gone and burst the bottom
out."
And in the brief instant before the delectable
contrast between her innocent tone and lascivious actions
triggered his overwrought cock to thundering orgasm,
blotting out all coherent thought for a time, Tom knew with
a thrill of joy that a very long -- and very, very hard --
weekend lay ahead of him.