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BBW (Multiple) Stuffing, Stuckage, Sex, ~MWG – Jen and Laurie go to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate Laurie's latest chest expansion
After her large meal, Jen barely had the strength to stand up and leave the table. Her gut bulged in front of her so far that she could barely see over it, but it didn’t matter; she was so dizzy that she could barely see straight.
“Need some fresh air,” she mumbled as she waddled heavily toward the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. She ambled outside and flopped down heavily on a plastic lawn chair.
Jen slept fitfully for three days. After a whole weekend of baking in the hot sun, the ditzy diva’s tender skin was baked a golden brown. Her weight bore down the plastic straps of the lawn chair with such force that they were stretched further and further, her hefty badonk-a-donk nearly sagging all the way to the ground as it oozed between them.
Finally, unable to bear the pressure any longer, the plastic straps snapped, dropping Jen the remaining few centimeters to the ground. The slumbering piggy grunted as the slight fall jolted her awake. Her rotund body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
“What happened?” she mumbled, still half asleep. She reached behind herself to rub her tender tush that had absorbed the brunt of her fall.
Jen heard the screen door open and saw her mother bustle into her field of view. “Oh good, you’re awake! It’s time for bed!”
Jen blinked her eyes in dumb, bovine confusion. “Whazzit? Time for bed? What time is it?”
“Well, you’ve been sitting out here all weekend, Jen,” pointed out her mother, poking Jen in her flabby shoulder. “I think it’s about time that you actually went to bed.”
Jen rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was sitting in a collapsed plastic lawnchair in her backyard; she vaguely remembered stumbling out of the house after her enormous Friday night meal and collapsing into this chair, letting the cool evening air blow against her poor, overloaded, tender tummy. At some point in her food drunken stupor, she must have stripped her clothes off, because she was sitting here in her underwear. Thankfully, none of the neighbors could see her over the high backyard fence.
“You’ve been sleeping here for three days, Jen.” Her mother reststed her previous remarks.
Jen gawped. “What??”
“Since Friday. It’s Sunday now. I tried to wake you to eat, but you were out cold. You had me worried! You shouldn’t be skipping meals; it’s not healthy.”
“M’not hungry,” mumbled Jen, struggling to rise from the broken chair.
“Here, honey, let mommy help,” said her mother, grabbing hold of Jen under her armpits and helping her to lurch to her feet. The plastic straps stuck painfully to Jen’s fat, sweaty back and butt but they peeled away as she stood.
Jen finally struggled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Even after two days of digesting, she was still huge. Her month of training combined with one day of sheer unbridled gluttony had combined to transform her into a lumbering behemoth. Her spherical belly hung over the waistband of her stretched panties, an enormous bloated brown globe.
Jen was still too woozy with sleep to really pay much mind to her newly rounded form. All she knew was that her mother was telling her that it was time for bed and she was ready to oblige.
Following her mother’s voice, she waddled into the house, the red lines across her butt – caused by over two days of pressure – were clearly visible as it wobbled and undulated. She paused briefly at the stairs, nearly toppling over backwards as she leaned back to look up the seemingly endless flight to the second floor. There was no way that she would be able to climb upstairs to her room in this condition!
“Come on, Jen, let’s go. Night time for little Jenny,” said her mother soothingly, stepping around behind her. Once again, her mother grabbed Jen under her armpits and hoisted her up. Working in tandem, the two women laboriously managed to get Jen up one step, then another, then another. By the time they reached the landing, Jen was even more exhausted, puffing and panting like a locomotive.
Jen was barely aware of her mother pulling out pajamas for her.
“Come on, Jen, one leg in!” said her mother holding out a pair of pajama pants for Jen to step into. Jen obediently raised one foot and then the other, stepping into the pants. Her mother pulled them up to her waist… or at least as close as she could get.
Jen’s pajamas didn’t fit her after her giant binge. Her bottoms barely stretched around her overloaded blubber butt and her mother grunted with the exertion of trying to cover all of her daughter’s ample ass with the complaining cloth material. After a few minutes, she gave up and stepped back to survey the results.
The pants came up about halfway over Jen’s bulging rear, several inches of panties visible over the hem and several more inches of bare buttocks visible over that. Jen still had about an inch of ass crack visible between her two rounded buns, but her mother didn’t think much of it. It’s not like anyone was going to see her as she slept.
Next, she tried to get Jen into her pajama shirt. This was even more useless. She could only button the first few buttons on the top, leaving most of Jen’s swollen brown middle completely bare.
“Well, that’s close enough. How do you feel, honey?”
“Tired,” muttered Jen. “An’ hot.”
“Well, it is supposed to be a hot night. But you’ll be fine, just lay down and try and get some sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning.”
Jen flopped into bed, gasping like a fish, her exposed tummy bouncing and shaking like a pumped-up air mattress. Her mother smiled, watching her well-fed daughter quickly sink back into oblivious slumber.
She did worry so about Jen getting enough to eat. She didn’t like that Jen had slept through a whole weekend’s worth of meals – she must be starving! – but she was sure to make up for lost time at breakfast.
Jen couldn’t stay asleep for long. It was a hot night and, insulated with so many pounds of soft quivering blubber, it didn’t take long before Jen was gasping and sweating. She was overheating and fast! Annoyed, she kicked off the covers. Then the sheets. It wasn’t enough. Finally, Jen struggled upright in bed and ripped off her pajama top, flinging buttons across the room. Next, she lifted her ample ass in the air so she could wriggle her way out of her pants and throw them to the floor. With a grunt, she crashed back into bed, completely nude, and tried to sleep.
The real reason Jen was too hot, though, had little to do with covers or sheets or pajamas. It had to do with her being a giant fat ass. And there was no way that she would be able to shed all her insulating fat like she’d shed her covers, sheets, and pajamas.
“I, like, need to cool down,” mumbled Jen, tottering to her feet. “I’m roasting!”
She lurched to her feet and shuffled downstairs, her bronzed flesh glistening in the moonlight. Jen opened the fridge and scanned its contents for some cool drink to help her keep her temperature down. Luckily, she had digested enough that she could once again fit something into her stomach.
She grabbed a can of soda off the bottom shelf, popped the top and quickly chugged it down, dropping the empty can in the trash with a loud belch. One hand rubbed her still swollen belly, while the other pulled open the freezer, still looking for something cold. Nothing in there but ice cream and frozen waffles.
The idea of food made her feel slightly ill, but the cool air hitting her face gave her an idea. That carton of ice cream would make a great cold water bottle!
She grabbed the two boxes and ambled to the kitchen table, holding the frigid ice cream carton against her sweltering forehead and the box of frozen waffles against her chest. That was a relief!
With a heavy sigh, Jen lowered her wide load butt into a chair. The chair wobbled and creaked unsteadily, shaking enough below her bulk that Jen started to become alarmed. Acres of butter-soft butt blubber oozed over both sides of the flimsy chair that continued to crunch and groan so loudly that Jen was hesitant to drop her full weight upon it.
Slowly, she stood back up. She grabbed a second chair and positioned it behind her. She gingerly sat down again, this time each voluminous butt cheek had its own chair to support it. The trick seemed to work and Jen was able to sit without busting either chair. She sat for a few minutes, eyes closed, enjoying the coolness of the frozen boxes against her bare skin.
Despite her fullness, Jen’s mind started to wander to the box of waffles. She was, after all, an insatiable glutton and it was difficult for her to be in the presence of food without popping it into her mouth. Her round tummy started growling despite itself.
Curiously, she pried open the box, still holding it against her chest, and peered inside. The golden stacks of waffles inside did look kind of tempting. She reached inside, cracked one off and took a bite. She had never eaten uncooked, frozen waffles before, but tonight she found it was just the thing to cool her down and satisfy her nagging gluttony.
“Hmmm, like, that’s actually not too bad,” said Jen, chewing a mouthful of hard, icy waffle. “Could use something a little, like, sweet, though.”
She spied a squeeze bottle of honey on the table, so she grabbed it and drenched the waffle. The honey puddle up in all the little waffle nooks before soaking through the pastry and dribbling down onto Jen’s naked breasts and stomach. She didn’t notice and happily crunched through the rest of the waffle.
She pulled out a second one and did the same, dribbling even more syrupy honey all over her watermelon-sized gut. She only noticed as she finished swallowing the frozen treat that rivulets of honey were spilling over the arc of her bloated middle, pooling in her cavernous belly button, staining the frozen of her panties with stickiness.
“Oh crap,” she muttered, wiping another waffle across her belly in hopes that it might soak up some of the sticky residue. She had limited success, only smearing the honey over more of her ballooning paunch. She tried again and managed to get more of it. With a grunt, she stuffed yet another frozen waffle into her mouth, lurched to her feet and waddled to the kitchen sink, where she quickly washed off the honey.
“Tired,” she muttered, the waffle still clenched between her teeth. She waddled back to bed, ice cream carton held against her head, waffle carton against her chest, mouth dumbly nibbling on the waffle held between her perfect teeth.
By the time she reached her bedroom, the waffle carton was empty. She dropped it on the floor with an annoyed grunt and peered curiously at the ice cream carton.
“Just, like, a little bit more wouldn’t hurt,” she lied to herself.
The heat radiating off of Jen’s enormous bulk had quickly reduced the ice cream to liquid.
Jen eyed the melted ice cream slurry at the bottom of the box. She couldn’t resist. Licking her lips, she raised the carton to her mouth and began to drink. Delicious! Eyes closed, the swollen sweetie couldn’t keep herself from making little piggy grunts of satisfaction as she swallowed the creamy fluid. With big thick gulps, the ice cream disappeared into Jen’s bulging belly.
When she was finished, she threw aside the empty carton and laid back down into bed. She looked nine months pregnant, but, with a belly packed to the brim with frozen waffles and ice cream, she finally felt herself starting to cool down. She dropped the empty box on the floor with a belch and flopped into bed. Now she was finally able to sleep.
And dream.
Alice -Chapter 28
(Ch 27 on Deviant Arts)
By Mollycoddles and co
(Click here for prior installment)
(Ch 27 on Deviant Arts)
By Mollycoddles and co
(Click here for prior installment)
After her large meal, Jen barely had the strength to stand up and leave the table. Her gut bulged in front of her so far that she could barely see over it, but it didn’t matter; she was so dizzy that she could barely see straight.
“Need some fresh air,” she mumbled as she waddled heavily toward the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. She ambled outside and flopped down heavily on a plastic lawn chair.
Jen slept fitfully for three days. After a whole weekend of baking in the hot sun, the ditzy diva’s tender skin was baked a golden brown. Her weight bore down the plastic straps of the lawn chair with such force that they were stretched further and further, her hefty badonk-a-donk nearly sagging all the way to the ground as it oozed between them.
Finally, unable to bear the pressure any longer, the plastic straps snapped, dropping Jen the remaining few centimeters to the ground. The slumbering piggy grunted as the slight fall jolted her awake. Her rotund body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
“What happened?” she mumbled, still half asleep. She reached behind herself to rub her tender tush that had absorbed the brunt of her fall.
Jen heard the screen door open and saw her mother bustle into her field of view. “Oh good, you’re awake! It’s time for bed!”
Jen blinked her eyes in dumb, bovine confusion. “Whazzit? Time for bed? What time is it?”
“Well, you’ve been sitting out here all weekend, Jen,” pointed out her mother, poking Jen in her flabby shoulder. “I think it’s about time that you actually went to bed.”
Jen rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was sitting in a collapsed plastic lawnchair in her backyard; she vaguely remembered stumbling out of the house after her enormous Friday night meal and collapsing into this chair, letting the cool evening air blow against her poor, overloaded, tender tummy. At some point in her food drunken stupor, she must have stripped her clothes off, because she was sitting here in her underwear. Thankfully, none of the neighbors could see her over the high backyard fence.
“You’ve been sleeping here for three days, Jen.” Her mother reststed her previous remarks.
Jen gawped. “What??”
“Since Friday. It’s Sunday now. I tried to wake you to eat, but you were out cold. You had me worried! You shouldn’t be skipping meals; it’s not healthy.”
“M’not hungry,” mumbled Jen, struggling to rise from the broken chair.
“Here, honey, let mommy help,” said her mother, grabbing hold of Jen under her armpits and helping her to lurch to her feet. The plastic straps stuck painfully to Jen’s fat, sweaty back and butt but they peeled away as she stood.
Jen finally struggled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Even after two days of digesting, she was still huge. Her month of training combined with one day of sheer unbridled gluttony had combined to transform her into a lumbering behemoth. Her spherical belly hung over the waistband of her stretched panties, an enormous bloated brown globe.
Jen was still too woozy with sleep to really pay much mind to her newly rounded form. All she knew was that her mother was telling her that it was time for bed and she was ready to oblige.
Following her mother’s voice, she waddled into the house, the red lines across her butt – caused by over two days of pressure – were clearly visible as it wobbled and undulated. She paused briefly at the stairs, nearly toppling over backwards as she leaned back to look up the seemingly endless flight to the second floor. There was no way that she would be able to climb upstairs to her room in this condition!
“Come on, Jen, let’s go. Night time for little Jenny,” said her mother soothingly, stepping around behind her. Once again, her mother grabbed Jen under her armpits and hoisted her up. Working in tandem, the two women laboriously managed to get Jen up one step, then another, then another. By the time they reached the landing, Jen was even more exhausted, puffing and panting like a locomotive.
Jen was barely aware of her mother pulling out pajamas for her.
“Come on, Jen, one leg in!” said her mother holding out a pair of pajama pants for Jen to step into. Jen obediently raised one foot and then the other, stepping into the pants. Her mother pulled them up to her waist… or at least as close as she could get.
Jen’s pajamas didn’t fit her after her giant binge. Her bottoms barely stretched around her overloaded blubber butt and her mother grunted with the exertion of trying to cover all of her daughter’s ample ass with the complaining cloth material. After a few minutes, she gave up and stepped back to survey the results.
The pants came up about halfway over Jen’s bulging rear, several inches of panties visible over the hem and several more inches of bare buttocks visible over that. Jen still had about an inch of ass crack visible between her two rounded buns, but her mother didn’t think much of it. It’s not like anyone was going to see her as she slept.
Next, she tried to get Jen into her pajama shirt. This was even more useless. She could only button the first few buttons on the top, leaving most of Jen’s swollen brown middle completely bare.
“Well, that’s close enough. How do you feel, honey?”
“Tired,” muttered Jen. “An’ hot.”
“Well, it is supposed to be a hot night. But you’ll be fine, just lay down and try and get some sleep and you’ll feel better in the morning.”
Jen flopped into bed, gasping like a fish, her exposed tummy bouncing and shaking like a pumped-up air mattress. Her mother smiled, watching her well-fed daughter quickly sink back into oblivious slumber.
She did worry so about Jen getting enough to eat. She didn’t like that Jen had slept through a whole weekend’s worth of meals – she must be starving! – but she was sure to make up for lost time at breakfast.
Jen couldn’t stay asleep for long. It was a hot night and, insulated with so many pounds of soft quivering blubber, it didn’t take long before Jen was gasping and sweating. She was overheating and fast! Annoyed, she kicked off the covers. Then the sheets. It wasn’t enough. Finally, Jen struggled upright in bed and ripped off her pajama top, flinging buttons across the room. Next, she lifted her ample ass in the air so she could wriggle her way out of her pants and throw them to the floor. With a grunt, she crashed back into bed, completely nude, and tried to sleep.
The real reason Jen was too hot, though, had little to do with covers or sheets or pajamas. It had to do with her being a giant fat ass. And there was no way that she would be able to shed all her insulating fat like she’d shed her covers, sheets, and pajamas.
“I, like, need to cool down,” mumbled Jen, tottering to her feet. “I’m roasting!”
She lurched to her feet and shuffled downstairs, her bronzed flesh glistening in the moonlight. Jen opened the fridge and scanned its contents for some cool drink to help her keep her temperature down. Luckily, she had digested enough that she could once again fit something into her stomach.
She grabbed a can of soda off the bottom shelf, popped the top and quickly chugged it down, dropping the empty can in the trash with a loud belch. One hand rubbed her still swollen belly, while the other pulled open the freezer, still looking for something cold. Nothing in there but ice cream and frozen waffles.
The idea of food made her feel slightly ill, but the cool air hitting her face gave her an idea. That carton of ice cream would make a great cold water bottle!
She grabbed the two boxes and ambled to the kitchen table, holding the frigid ice cream carton against her sweltering forehead and the box of frozen waffles against her chest. That was a relief!
With a heavy sigh, Jen lowered her wide load butt into a chair. The chair wobbled and creaked unsteadily, shaking enough below her bulk that Jen started to become alarmed. Acres of butter-soft butt blubber oozed over both sides of the flimsy chair that continued to crunch and groan so loudly that Jen was hesitant to drop her full weight upon it.
Slowly, she stood back up. She grabbed a second chair and positioned it behind her. She gingerly sat down again, this time each voluminous butt cheek had its own chair to support it. The trick seemed to work and Jen was able to sit without busting either chair. She sat for a few minutes, eyes closed, enjoying the coolness of the frozen boxes against her bare skin.
Despite her fullness, Jen’s mind started to wander to the box of waffles. She was, after all, an insatiable glutton and it was difficult for her to be in the presence of food without popping it into her mouth. Her round tummy started growling despite itself.
Curiously, she pried open the box, still holding it against her chest, and peered inside. The golden stacks of waffles inside did look kind of tempting. She reached inside, cracked one off and took a bite. She had never eaten uncooked, frozen waffles before, but tonight she found it was just the thing to cool her down and satisfy her nagging gluttony.
“Hmmm, like, that’s actually not too bad,” said Jen, chewing a mouthful of hard, icy waffle. “Could use something a little, like, sweet, though.”
She spied a squeeze bottle of honey on the table, so she grabbed it and drenched the waffle. The honey puddle up in all the little waffle nooks before soaking through the pastry and dribbling down onto Jen’s naked breasts and stomach. She didn’t notice and happily crunched through the rest of the waffle.
She pulled out a second one and did the same, dribbling even more syrupy honey all over her watermelon-sized gut. She only noticed as she finished swallowing the frozen treat that rivulets of honey were spilling over the arc of her bloated middle, pooling in her cavernous belly button, staining the frozen of her panties with stickiness.
“Oh crap,” she muttered, wiping another waffle across her belly in hopes that it might soak up some of the sticky residue. She had limited success, only smearing the honey over more of her ballooning paunch. She tried again and managed to get more of it. With a grunt, she stuffed yet another frozen waffle into her mouth, lurched to her feet and waddled to the kitchen sink, where she quickly washed off the honey.
“Tired,” she muttered, the waffle still clenched between her teeth. She waddled back to bed, ice cream carton held against her head, waffle carton against her chest, mouth dumbly nibbling on the waffle held between her perfect teeth.
By the time she reached her bedroom, the waffle carton was empty. She dropped it on the floor with an annoyed grunt and peered curiously at the ice cream carton.
“Just, like, a little bit more wouldn’t hurt,” she lied to herself.
The heat radiating off of Jen’s enormous bulk had quickly reduced the ice cream to liquid.
Jen eyed the melted ice cream slurry at the bottom of the box. She couldn’t resist. Licking her lips, she raised the carton to her mouth and began to drink. Delicious! Eyes closed, the swollen sweetie couldn’t keep herself from making little piggy grunts of satisfaction as she swallowed the creamy fluid. With big thick gulps, the ice cream disappeared into Jen’s bulging belly.
When she was finished, she threw aside the empty carton and laid back down into bed. She looked nine months pregnant, but, with a belly packed to the brim with frozen waffles and ice cream, she finally felt herself starting to cool down. She dropped the empty box on the floor with a belch and flopped into bed. Now she was finally able to sleep.
And dream.
