BBW, Sex, Fat Suit, Psuedo-mmobility - a fantasizing couple takes extreme obesity for a real test drive
Nancy found it in the back of a magazine, just a small ad that caught her attention, and her husband Mark, was excited:
She just had to call to find out more. At 5’6” and around 150lbs, she was just starting to enjoy herself and her FA husband was in heaven. This was just what she needed to know for sure how far she was willing to go. When she called (with Mark listening on the other end), they gave her a very detailed description about how it works…
“You choose the weight you’d like to try, we subtract your present weight and make a suit to match the measurements and pictures we take of your body. When the suit is made, a Suit Pros specialist team will come and apply it like a flexible, waterproof cast so that you can wear for a few weeks at a time. It will feel like your own skin and move and stretch with you.
"There are parts of your own body that will remain exposed such as your face and neck, underarms, nipples, private area and top of inside thighs, hands and feet – all the areas where the suit ends will be seamless and nobody will be able to tell where you end and the suit starts.
"When the few weeks are up and you need an adjustment, our professionals will come to your house to carefully remove it, bathe you properly, and reapply the suit if you’d like to go for another round. However, during this adjustment process you must be blindfolded, and during washing your arms will be up against a wall so that the false reality that you are creating is not ruined by the process, other than feeling lighter for about half an hour of course. I assume this would be for you, ma’am?”
“Yes, it is.”
“How heavy would you like to be, ma’am?”
She looked at her husband on the other line. He held up three fingers.
She covered the phone, “Three hundred? Double?!”
He nodded encouragingly. She put her hand on her little belly and reminded herself that it would be balanced all over her body and not just in front, so she should be able to manage it. If she was going to do this, well, go big or go home.
“Three hundred. I’d like to be three hundred pounds.” She had never said the words out loud before. It kind of stunned her. She did, she really wanted to be twice her size. Saying it out loud made her feel… liberated.
Mark pumped his arm in the air and it made her giggle.
She gave them the address to go to, credit card information, and they set a date. When the suit pros came, they weighed her at 151, height was correct, took her measurements and pictures for accuracy and skin colour, and when they left they took her scale away.
“Trust us, you’ll be 300, but if you gain or lose a little while wearing the suit we don’t want you to obsess. You’re just going to have fun living the life.” They smiled and took off in their van.
When they came back a few weeks later, Nancy was carefully cleaned in the shower and they put a sticky solution on her, then a gauze-like wrap, then she sat on a strange stool topped with a bicycle seat. She took one last look at her barely pudgy body before they lowered the suit over her shoulders. It felt like a lead or iron suit it was so heavy.
As the Suit Pros worked, they glued and fastened and sealed each section around her arms, legs, her already ample breasts and round belly, and around her soft bum, all while making sure the edges were not detectable. When she looked in the mirror again, she could not believe it was her staring back. When they opened the door to the bathroom, her husband got a good long look as they helped her stand, and slowly walk forward towards the bed. Being twice her weight all at once was quite a shock and her muscles weren’t used to it, so they helped her lie on the bed before leaving.
Mark was incredibly turned on. He touched her all over, and it felt very real. Every time he touched her, she could feel it, since she was so attached to the suit it really was an extension of her own body. She jiggled and wobbled. She tried to flex to hold herself still but it was no use. She could feel herself getting wet already.
“Can you get up?” He asked her.
As if she was her normal size, she put minimal effort into turning onto her side to sit up. It didn’t work. She barely moved.
“Oh my goodness!” Her eyes opened wide. She tried again with as much effort as she could muster. After a lot of shifting and jiggling and almost making it, she fell back and let herself lie still until her body stopped moving.
“I'm really in trouble," she exlaimed in terror. "I can’t sit up because the belly is in the way, and I can’t heave over because I’m so wide, and my arms aren’t strong enough…”
“You’re too fat, and too heavy to get up on your own.” Mark said reassuringly. He was practically salivating and took off his pants. “They told me it would take some time for you to get used to it, and I’d have to help you a lot at first.”
She tried again, as much as she held her breath and strained and wobbled back and forth, she could not get up.
“What’s the matter, fat chick?” He started to tease her in the way she loved.
“I can’t get up, I’m too fat. I’m too heavy to get up on my own. I’m trapped under my big belly.” She was out of breath, exhausted and now so sexually excited she thought she was going to scream.
He lay down beside her on his back. “Come and get it.” A familiar game they would play after he stuffed her until she couldn’t move.
“I can’t, I’m too fat to move.” She was going crazy and tried to grab at his arm to bring him closer.
He got up and raised her legs, which took more effort than he was used to, but he was strong and didn’t mind at all. With her legs bent up, her belly and breasts pressed against each other and rounded up in front of her, blocking her view of half of him. She tried to raise her heavy arms to touch and reach her belly button but she couldn’t hold them up for long and let them fall beside her again.
He paused. “Will you eat?” Again, part of their usual games.
“Yes!”
“I’m going to make you so fat! Will you eat whatever I give you?”
“Yes! Please just do me, I’m going to explode!” She wobbled some more unable to reach him to pull him in closer.
That was all he could take, and when he took her, he made her body REALLY jiggle out of control, everything bouncing against each other and almost bumping into her face. They both had a loud and sweaty finale. He went to lie down on her new belly when they were done and she had to ask him to get up.
“It’s barely enough for me to get used to my own weight while on my back, maybe later, baby.” She apologized and tried to catch her breath.
She thought to herself… "my own weight? My own weight. Wow!"
“Oh, all right. It’s time for dinner anyway, are you hungry?” He kissed her.
“I am STARVING!” She laughed as if the word had a whole new meaning.
He came around to the side of the bed and helped her into a sitting position with her legs over the side. He helped her put on a muumuu that the Suit Pros left behind for her. She slowly slid forward and stood up. She walked carefully, and was out of breath by the time she got to the bedroom door.
“Oy… this is a lot of work.” She held on to the walls in the hallway.
“Be careful on the stairs, your balance might be off.” He walked backwards in front of her in case she needed support, and to watch her body move.
After three steps down, she sat at the top of the stairs to take a break. There was no taking the suit off, no going back to normal for a few minutes to do simple things, this was the real deal. She hauled herself up again carefully and felt her way down the steps until she reached the kitchen floor.
The wooden chairs were getting a little old, but they weren’t fragile. He asked if she was going to break it, another joke he’d make to turn her on, but this time she really wondered. There was not going to be a slow and gentle landing, she needed to fall into that chair and get off her feet. It squeaked, but it held. She was not as close to the table as she was used to. She could still reach, and that’s all that mattered.
Everything smelled wonderful.
“I think it’s about time I fattened you up.” It sounded funnier now than when they’d played before. “So you’re going to eat everything I give you, just like a good little chubby girl.”
He put the plate in front of her and she grabbed her knife and fork, reaching past her larger belly, feeling completely famished...
(Part Two when I get more time.)
It’s Just the Suit – Parts 1-2
By chillaxin
By chillaxin
Nancy found it in the back of a magazine, just a small ad that caught her attention, and her husband Mark, was excited:
New and Improved Fat Suit from the Suit Pros!
Know what it really feels like and live the life of a larger person before becoming one for real. Our test drive Fat Suits are so realistic and professionally applied nobody will know it’s not really you!
Order now: 555-963-1475
Know what it really feels like and live the life of a larger person before becoming one for real. Our test drive Fat Suits are so realistic and professionally applied nobody will know it’s not really you!
Order now: 555-963-1475
She just had to call to find out more. At 5’6” and around 150lbs, she was just starting to enjoy herself and her FA husband was in heaven. This was just what she needed to know for sure how far she was willing to go. When she called (with Mark listening on the other end), they gave her a very detailed description about how it works…
“You choose the weight you’d like to try, we subtract your present weight and make a suit to match the measurements and pictures we take of your body. When the suit is made, a Suit Pros specialist team will come and apply it like a flexible, waterproof cast so that you can wear for a few weeks at a time. It will feel like your own skin and move and stretch with you.
"There are parts of your own body that will remain exposed such as your face and neck, underarms, nipples, private area and top of inside thighs, hands and feet – all the areas where the suit ends will be seamless and nobody will be able to tell where you end and the suit starts.
"When the few weeks are up and you need an adjustment, our professionals will come to your house to carefully remove it, bathe you properly, and reapply the suit if you’d like to go for another round. However, during this adjustment process you must be blindfolded, and during washing your arms will be up against a wall so that the false reality that you are creating is not ruined by the process, other than feeling lighter for about half an hour of course. I assume this would be for you, ma’am?”
“Yes, it is.”
“How heavy would you like to be, ma’am?”
She looked at her husband on the other line. He held up three fingers.
She covered the phone, “Three hundred? Double?!”
He nodded encouragingly. She put her hand on her little belly and reminded herself that it would be balanced all over her body and not just in front, so she should be able to manage it. If she was going to do this, well, go big or go home.
“Three hundred. I’d like to be three hundred pounds.” She had never said the words out loud before. It kind of stunned her. She did, she really wanted to be twice her size. Saying it out loud made her feel… liberated.
Mark pumped his arm in the air and it made her giggle.
She gave them the address to go to, credit card information, and they set a date. When the suit pros came, they weighed her at 151, height was correct, took her measurements and pictures for accuracy and skin colour, and when they left they took her scale away.
“Trust us, you’ll be 300, but if you gain or lose a little while wearing the suit we don’t want you to obsess. You’re just going to have fun living the life.” They smiled and took off in their van.
When they came back a few weeks later, Nancy was carefully cleaned in the shower and they put a sticky solution on her, then a gauze-like wrap, then she sat on a strange stool topped with a bicycle seat. She took one last look at her barely pudgy body before they lowered the suit over her shoulders. It felt like a lead or iron suit it was so heavy.
As the Suit Pros worked, they glued and fastened and sealed each section around her arms, legs, her already ample breasts and round belly, and around her soft bum, all while making sure the edges were not detectable. When she looked in the mirror again, she could not believe it was her staring back. When they opened the door to the bathroom, her husband got a good long look as they helped her stand, and slowly walk forward towards the bed. Being twice her weight all at once was quite a shock and her muscles weren’t used to it, so they helped her lie on the bed before leaving.
Mark was incredibly turned on. He touched her all over, and it felt very real. Every time he touched her, she could feel it, since she was so attached to the suit it really was an extension of her own body. She jiggled and wobbled. She tried to flex to hold herself still but it was no use. She could feel herself getting wet already.
“Can you get up?” He asked her.
As if she was her normal size, she put minimal effort into turning onto her side to sit up. It didn’t work. She barely moved.
“Oh my goodness!” Her eyes opened wide. She tried again with as much effort as she could muster. After a lot of shifting and jiggling and almost making it, she fell back and let herself lie still until her body stopped moving.
“I'm really in trouble," she exlaimed in terror. "I can’t sit up because the belly is in the way, and I can’t heave over because I’m so wide, and my arms aren’t strong enough…”
“You’re too fat, and too heavy to get up on your own.” Mark said reassuringly. He was practically salivating and took off his pants. “They told me it would take some time for you to get used to it, and I’d have to help you a lot at first.”
She tried again, as much as she held her breath and strained and wobbled back and forth, she could not get up.
“What’s the matter, fat chick?” He started to tease her in the way she loved.
“I can’t get up, I’m too fat. I’m too heavy to get up on my own. I’m trapped under my big belly.” She was out of breath, exhausted and now so sexually excited she thought she was going to scream.
He lay down beside her on his back. “Come and get it.” A familiar game they would play after he stuffed her until she couldn’t move.
“I can’t, I’m too fat to move.” She was going crazy and tried to grab at his arm to bring him closer.
He got up and raised her legs, which took more effort than he was used to, but he was strong and didn’t mind at all. With her legs bent up, her belly and breasts pressed against each other and rounded up in front of her, blocking her view of half of him. She tried to raise her heavy arms to touch and reach her belly button but she couldn’t hold them up for long and let them fall beside her again.
He paused. “Will you eat?” Again, part of their usual games.
“Yes!”
“I’m going to make you so fat! Will you eat whatever I give you?”
“Yes! Please just do me, I’m going to explode!” She wobbled some more unable to reach him to pull him in closer.
That was all he could take, and when he took her, he made her body REALLY jiggle out of control, everything bouncing against each other and almost bumping into her face. They both had a loud and sweaty finale. He went to lie down on her new belly when they were done and she had to ask him to get up.
“It’s barely enough for me to get used to my own weight while on my back, maybe later, baby.” She apologized and tried to catch her breath.
She thought to herself… "my own weight? My own weight. Wow!"
“Oh, all right. It’s time for dinner anyway, are you hungry?” He kissed her.
“I am STARVING!” She laughed as if the word had a whole new meaning.
He came around to the side of the bed and helped her into a sitting position with her legs over the side. He helped her put on a muumuu that the Suit Pros left behind for her. She slowly slid forward and stood up. She walked carefully, and was out of breath by the time she got to the bedroom door.
“Oy… this is a lot of work.” She held on to the walls in the hallway.
“Be careful on the stairs, your balance might be off.” He walked backwards in front of her in case she needed support, and to watch her body move.
After three steps down, she sat at the top of the stairs to take a break. There was no taking the suit off, no going back to normal for a few minutes to do simple things, this was the real deal. She hauled herself up again carefully and felt her way down the steps until she reached the kitchen floor.
The wooden chairs were getting a little old, but they weren’t fragile. He asked if she was going to break it, another joke he’d make to turn her on, but this time she really wondered. There was not going to be a slow and gentle landing, she needed to fall into that chair and get off her feet. It squeaked, but it held. She was not as close to the table as she was used to. She could still reach, and that’s all that mattered.
Everything smelled wonderful.
“I think it’s about time I fattened you up.” It sounded funnier now than when they’d played before. “So you’re going to eat everything I give you, just like a good little chubby girl.”
He put the plate in front of her and she grabbed her knife and fork, reaching past her larger belly, feeling completely famished...
(Part Two when I get more time.)
