SSBBW, Mild ~Sex - Voluptuous vixen knows the secret of making her man happy
One Big Morning
By Anonymous
Posted from the Anonymous Alcove of the Dimensions Weight Room as part of the Dimensions WR Library Story Migration Project
Julie Styles finally managed to squeeze her magnificent 650 pounds into a custom-fitted, white, stretch jumpsuit. It had grown almost skintight from all the extra weight she'd put on the past two weeks.
Slowly and carefully, she waddled her nearly spherical 5'5" form through the bathroom's double-width doorway and into the bedroom. She came to a ponderous halt when she realized her husband, Tom, was lustfully staring at her from their giant, specially-reinforced bed.
Her face was a lovely, turgidly smooth ball with three full chins and the start of a fourth. This was her testimony to the past sixteen months of unrestrained bingeing. Her upper arms were lusciously huge, bigger around than an average woman's waist. Their voluminous girth strained 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 bosom lovers fantasy come true. Two beach balls of billowy softness surging forward against the overstretched fabric that struggled to contain them.
Her dark areola was the size of dinner plates and out-thrust nipples the size of thumbs were starkly outlined. So incredibly mammoth and heavy were her fantastic breasts that they would surely have sagged down to her thighs if not for the supporting shelf formed by her gigantic, tautly protruding belly.
The bottom half of her body was not any less sumptuous, Actually, more greatly so because more of her immense poundage was packed onto the bottom half of her body.
Her hips were truly astonishing, mirror-image swells of sultry, delectably ripe, voluptuousness. Each extended 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 were as thick as two-liter soda bottles.
Even though Julie's position kept him from viewing, Tom knew that behind her lay the most deliciously plush, bulbous ass any man could desire. 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 dressed in a provocatively tight outfit, a suddenly dry-mouthed Tom swallowed hard. He tried several times to tell her how utterly beautiful she looked to him.
However, it was just no use. The sheer intensity of his lust for her had temporarily rendered him speechless, his morning erection 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 a bit. According to the that special scale, your ever-hungry little butterball has managed to eat her way up to a tidy six hundred and fifty-seven pounds she told him happily.
He automatically calculated the difference between the figure Julie had just gleefully announced and the one 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. That was a whopping twenty-six pound gain.
There were a few moments of doubt, on his part, when it occurred to him that his loving wife might have overstated her current weight just to make him happy. However, this was thought was quickly followed by a more powerful jolt rocketing through his member.
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 éclair, too?" Tom finally stammered out in what he'd meant to be a casual reply.
Sexual anticipation made 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 éclair she was holding. "It doesn't."
Well aware of how turned-on Tom got from watching her stuff herself with food, she raised the éclair 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, she licked the residual stickiness off her pudgy fingers one by one. This left no doubt whatsoever for Tom of what was to come soon .
"Every little bit helps," she said happily once the last trace of the éclairs 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, she majestically wheeled her immense poundage halfway around. This brought the stupendous expanse of her magnificent rear end into his sight.
"Especially in the back she continued.
Then, not without some difficulty thanks to her gigantic belly, she gradually bent over. Her already prodigious ass seem to grow larger and rounder by the second before his widening eyes.
That is, at least until, with a loud, 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."
It was a brief instant before the delectable contrast between her innocent tone and lascivious actions triggered his overwrought cock to thundering orgasm. All coherent thought was blotted our for a short time. Tom knew, with a thrill of joy, that a very long, and very, very hard, weekend lay ahead of him.
One Big Morning
By Anonymous
Posted from the Anonymous Alcove of the Dimensions Weight Room as part of the Dimensions WR Library Story Migration Project
Julie Styles finally managed to squeeze her magnificent 650 pounds into a custom-fitted, white, stretch jumpsuit. It had grown almost skintight from all the extra weight she'd put on the past two weeks.
Slowly and carefully, she waddled her nearly spherical 5'5" form through the bathroom's double-width doorway and into the bedroom. She came to a ponderous halt when she realized her husband, Tom, was lustfully staring at her from their giant, specially-reinforced bed.
Her face was a lovely, turgidly smooth ball with three full chins and the start of a fourth. This was her testimony to the past sixteen months of unrestrained bingeing. Her upper arms were lusciously huge, bigger around than an average woman's waist. Their voluminous girth strained 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 bosom lovers fantasy come true. Two beach balls of billowy softness surging forward against the overstretched fabric that struggled to contain them.
Her dark areola was the size of dinner plates and out-thrust nipples the size of thumbs were starkly outlined. So incredibly mammoth and heavy were her fantastic breasts that they would surely have sagged down to her thighs if not for the supporting shelf formed by her gigantic, tautly protruding belly.
The bottom half of her body was not any less sumptuous, Actually, more greatly so because more of her immense poundage was packed onto the bottom half of her body.
Her hips were truly astonishing, mirror-image swells of sultry, delectably ripe, voluptuousness. Each extended 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 were as thick as two-liter soda bottles.
Even though Julie's position kept him from viewing, Tom knew that behind her lay the most deliciously plush, bulbous ass any man could desire. 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 dressed in a provocatively tight outfit, a suddenly dry-mouthed Tom swallowed hard. He tried several times to tell her how utterly beautiful she looked to him.
However, it was just no use. The sheer intensity of his lust for her had temporarily rendered him speechless, his morning erection 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 a bit. According to the that special scale, your ever-hungry little butterball has managed to eat her way up to a tidy six hundred and fifty-seven pounds she told him happily.
He automatically calculated the difference between the figure Julie had just gleefully announced and the one 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. That was a whopping twenty-six pound gain.
There were a few moments of doubt, on his part, when it occurred to him that his loving wife might have overstated her current weight just to make him happy. However, this was thought was quickly followed by a more powerful jolt rocketing through his member.
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 éclair, too?" Tom finally stammered out in what he'd meant to be a casual reply.
Sexual anticipation made 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 éclair she was holding. "It doesn't."
Well aware of how turned-on Tom got from watching her stuff herself with food, she raised the éclair 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, she licked the residual stickiness off her pudgy fingers one by one. This left no doubt whatsoever for Tom of what was to come soon .
"Every little bit helps," she said happily once the last trace of the éclairs 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, she majestically wheeled her immense poundage halfway around. This brought the stupendous expanse of her magnificent rear end into his sight.
"Especially in the back she continued.
Then, not without some difficulty thanks to her gigantic belly, she gradually bent over. Her already prodigious ass seem to grow larger and rounder by the second before his widening eyes.
That is, at least until, with a loud, 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."
It was a brief instant before the delectable contrast between her innocent tone and lascivious actions triggered his overwrought cock to thundering orgasm. All coherent thought was blotted our for a short time. Tom knew, with a thrill of joy, that a very long, and very, very hard, weekend lay ahead of him.
