~BBW, Decadence, Denial - rich retired model seeks sloth and gluttony in pursuit of immobility
Part One
Julie had been a model. Beautiful, blonde, voluptuous, though slim – only because she had to be to make it on Madison Avenue and with Vogue. She had always had a bubble butt. She became rich and retired. She was 24.
In retirement Julie loved to be lazy and eat. So she hired muscular servants to wait on her and she lay on soft cushions in her palatial house, grazing on all manner of fattening foods.
Julie had chefs, butlers, and gorgeous hunks attending her every need and whim. She came to rely on her muscled servants as slaves – to lift her ever-expanding fanny and carry her about. They gave her massages and stuffed her with éclairs, donuts and bon bons, ice cream sundaes, and every rich meal she desired.
Soon her voluptuous breasts and hips doubled in size, and her bubble-ass and thighs became bloated with blubber. Her “little” tummy had developed a large roll of fat. At 5'8” in height, she now measured 44-38-45. Her weight had ballooned from 130 lbs to over 200.
Julie liked to attend parties. So, to hide the results of her decadent and gluttonous life, she had her servants squeeze her huge fat ass into a tight girdle and her bellyfat into a corset. This lifted her tits up and out more so that she could squeeze into gowns, which hid her corseted waist. Her big fanny, tightly contained, still attracted the eyes of partygoers.
One evening, as her weight reached 220, Julie was squeezed into her foundation garments and was chauffeured to a party. She drank heavily and grazed on the plentiful food. Her servants waited outside.
One executive named Rick saw her and was attracted to her obviously ample ass. He watched with lust the tight silk of her gown, stretched taut over the big globes of protruding fanny and her enormous tits, pouring over the low cut top. He guessed from the smoothness that her large behind was squeezed into a tight girdle. Her silvery blonde hair was luxurious, and her full luscious lips were erotic. He introduced himself. She swallowed the food in her mouth and checked him out. He was gorgeous. Muscular and athletic. Dark hair and steel blue eyes.
She smiled with her ample lips and said, “I'm Julie.” He noticed a double chin under her beautiful face. Her green eyes were gorgeous.
“Enjoying the hors d'oeurves?”
“Oh, yes,” she cooed in her Marilyn Monroe voice. “I love to eat.”
He noticed she was honest and unabashed. – refreshing.
“Not watching the weight then?”
“Why should I?” she responded shrugging with arms outstretched. “I have an hourglass figure!”
“Definitely: wide on the top and bottom, but even with that poor corset, not quite narrow in the waist, Honey,” he thought.
But he said, “Absolutely, and very sexy, too, I might add. You know you are very unusual. Most beautiful women are preoccupied with their weight.”
“I know. I used to be. But not any more.” She explained that she had retired and was falling back on her genes (she didn't mention the girdles) to maintain her shape.
“I despise exercise. I intend to do nothing but loll about all day in the lap of luxury, eating myself into immobility!”
With that Julie pointed to the table and started to walk to a big overstuffed chair, her ample ass undulating sexily.
“Bring me a plate of those goodies if you like, will you?” She plopped heavily down in the chair and heaved her legs up on the ottoman. Rick was getting a powerful erection.
Rick kept her plate and champagne glass full all evening as she sat stuffing herself. Finally she began to slow down and breathe with some difficulty. Tipsy now, she summoned Rick closer to her with her finger so she could whisper her “secret.”
“I bet you wonder how I stay so slim and trim eating like this and just sitting around,” she panted. Rick raised an eyebrow. “I'm wearing an extra heavy duty girdle and one helluva strong corset. But I'm bloated and I need a big muscular man to help me home,” she smiled with some discomfort. “And then free me from this torture!”
Rick's heart leaped into his throat and his dick throbbed. “I'm your man, Sweetheart!”
After excusing them, he heaved Julie up from the chair, not a small strain on even his well-developed muscles. She grunted as he pulled her up and her big ass slowly rose from the well-depressed chair cushion. She hiccupped and then belched. “
Ooo!” she exclaimed. “Shorry! Call for my car!” People gawked as Rick obeyed. Her stretch limo was waiting as she walked heavily on her high heels to the front entrance. “I hate having to walk,” she said, then giggled.
“Shall I follow in my car?” he asked.
“No, I'll send the boys for it,” she smiled and looked into his eyes. Rick was hot for her.
Loaded into the cavernous interior of the limo by the men, Julie stretched out on the wide seat which was covered with velvet and Eric propped her up on silk pillows. She belched loudly and smiled, eyes closed.
“Champagne.” she commanded.
A servant pulled a chilled bottle out of the fridge, popped it and poured it into a crystal glass for her. Rick was at once impressed and turned on by all of her sexy gluttony and decadence. He fed her bon bons until they arrived at her mansion.
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JULIE
by Luvfanny
by Luvfanny
Part One
Julie had been a model. Beautiful, blonde, voluptuous, though slim – only because she had to be to make it on Madison Avenue and with Vogue. She had always had a bubble butt. She became rich and retired. She was 24.
In retirement Julie loved to be lazy and eat. So she hired muscular servants to wait on her and she lay on soft cushions in her palatial house, grazing on all manner of fattening foods.
Julie had chefs, butlers, and gorgeous hunks attending her every need and whim. She came to rely on her muscled servants as slaves – to lift her ever-expanding fanny and carry her about. They gave her massages and stuffed her with éclairs, donuts and bon bons, ice cream sundaes, and every rich meal she desired.
Soon her voluptuous breasts and hips doubled in size, and her bubble-ass and thighs became bloated with blubber. Her “little” tummy had developed a large roll of fat. At 5'8” in height, she now measured 44-38-45. Her weight had ballooned from 130 lbs to over 200.
Julie liked to attend parties. So, to hide the results of her decadent and gluttonous life, she had her servants squeeze her huge fat ass into a tight girdle and her bellyfat into a corset. This lifted her tits up and out more so that she could squeeze into gowns, which hid her corseted waist. Her big fanny, tightly contained, still attracted the eyes of partygoers.
One evening, as her weight reached 220, Julie was squeezed into her foundation garments and was chauffeured to a party. She drank heavily and grazed on the plentiful food. Her servants waited outside.
One executive named Rick saw her and was attracted to her obviously ample ass. He watched with lust the tight silk of her gown, stretched taut over the big globes of protruding fanny and her enormous tits, pouring over the low cut top. He guessed from the smoothness that her large behind was squeezed into a tight girdle. Her silvery blonde hair was luxurious, and her full luscious lips were erotic. He introduced himself. She swallowed the food in her mouth and checked him out. He was gorgeous. Muscular and athletic. Dark hair and steel blue eyes.
She smiled with her ample lips and said, “I'm Julie.” He noticed a double chin under her beautiful face. Her green eyes were gorgeous.
“Enjoying the hors d'oeurves?”
“Oh, yes,” she cooed in her Marilyn Monroe voice. “I love to eat.”
He noticed she was honest and unabashed. – refreshing.
“Not watching the weight then?”
“Why should I?” she responded shrugging with arms outstretched. “I have an hourglass figure!”
“Definitely: wide on the top and bottom, but even with that poor corset, not quite narrow in the waist, Honey,” he thought.
But he said, “Absolutely, and very sexy, too, I might add. You know you are very unusual. Most beautiful women are preoccupied with their weight.”
“I know. I used to be. But not any more.” She explained that she had retired and was falling back on her genes (she didn't mention the girdles) to maintain her shape.
“I despise exercise. I intend to do nothing but loll about all day in the lap of luxury, eating myself into immobility!”
With that Julie pointed to the table and started to walk to a big overstuffed chair, her ample ass undulating sexily.
“Bring me a plate of those goodies if you like, will you?” She plopped heavily down in the chair and heaved her legs up on the ottoman. Rick was getting a powerful erection.
Rick kept her plate and champagne glass full all evening as she sat stuffing herself. Finally she began to slow down and breathe with some difficulty. Tipsy now, she summoned Rick closer to her with her finger so she could whisper her “secret.”
“I bet you wonder how I stay so slim and trim eating like this and just sitting around,” she panted. Rick raised an eyebrow. “I'm wearing an extra heavy duty girdle and one helluva strong corset. But I'm bloated and I need a big muscular man to help me home,” she smiled with some discomfort. “And then free me from this torture!”
Rick's heart leaped into his throat and his dick throbbed. “I'm your man, Sweetheart!”
After excusing them, he heaved Julie up from the chair, not a small strain on even his well-developed muscles. She grunted as he pulled her up and her big ass slowly rose from the well-depressed chair cushion. She hiccupped and then belched. “
Ooo!” she exclaimed. “Shorry! Call for my car!” People gawked as Rick obeyed. Her stretch limo was waiting as she walked heavily on her high heels to the front entrance. “I hate having to walk,” she said, then giggled.
“Shall I follow in my car?” he asked.
“No, I'll send the boys for it,” she smiled and looked into his eyes. Rick was hot for her.
Loaded into the cavernous interior of the limo by the men, Julie stretched out on the wide seat which was covered with velvet and Eric propped her up on silk pillows. She belched loudly and smiled, eyes closed.
“Champagne.” she commanded.
A servant pulled a chilled bottle out of the fridge, popped it and poured it into a crystal glass for her. Rick was at once impressed and turned on by all of her sexy gluttony and decadence. He fed her bon bons until they arrived at her mansion.
Click here for Part 2
