~BHM, Revenge, Stuffing, Dom, ~MWG -
Chapter One – THE CHIPS ARE DOWN
As I waddled down the snack food aisle of Mega Mart I could feel myself getting short of breath whilst wiping away the sweat from my flushed forehead.
Parking my already heavily loaded junk food pilled trolley to the side; I carefully bent over to reach for another extra large 750g value pack of Triple cheese and bacon flavored potato chips, mindful to not blow the seat of my overly taxed grey sweat pants in the process.
Feeling my over loaded knees begin to ache under the enormous pressure they were under; I quickly stuck out my chubby fat filled arm and grabbed 2 packs.
Feeling my greasey stained white t-shirt riding up in the process didn’t help, as my still extremely full and fat stretch mark riddled lunch time burger belly hung pendulously towards the ground.
“Man why did I eat that fourth triple bacon double cheese burger” I thought as another drop of sweat dripped from my exposed deep belly button to the floor.
Holding onto my keg heavy sore back with my spare hand I heaved myself upright once more, wondering whether I really needed 2 more packets of chips as I tossed them into the already groaning food trolley.
Struggling to reach the trolleys handle bar with my flabby stretched out arms, I continued my journey down junk food alley.
Feeling fatigued from my chip packet grabbing workout I headed towards the checkout, noting with some concern that my trolley couldn’t really carry much more, which in hindsight was probably a good thing as my pudding soft arms had become so void of any muscle that I was struggling to push the trolleys load, let alone my own.
As I waddled along I could feel the exposed fat from my protruding belly press against the trolleys handle bar whilst my growing boy boobs jiggled and bounced with each step.
“If only Dr. Stone knew” I thought whilst thinking of her harsh but true words earlier that morning.
BAANNGGGCRASSSHHH!!!!!
Jerked out of my day dream state I could feel my rotund fat body shake as the trolley came to a sudden stop, crashing into another cart whilst I turned a corner.
With my greedy burger grease covered fat paunch mounted on the handle bars from the impact and packets of junk food toppling from my cart to the floor I stood there dumbfounded at what came next.
At first I wasn’t sure, but it did cross my mind as I eyed up her toned bronzed legs, catching only a momentary glimpse of her tightly clad pencil skirt hips and thighs.
“Ooppssie,” said a familiar squeaky baby-like voice from my past and my heart began to race.
“Surely it couldn’t be” I thought whilst my eyes shot towards her face, hoping this petite and obviously fit women hadn’t caught me staring at her figure.
“O…M…G, is that really you. I haven’t seen you in like ages or something!” the pretty girl announced as she brushed away her curly long blonde hair from around her face.
My heart was now near my throat; I couldn’t believe it, what wore the odds of meeting her here.
I wanted to run but in my condition that was hardly going to happen, I had no other choice but to face her.
“um…puff…Hi Tiff, long time no see!” I puffed as my worst fears wore confirmed.
I had just bumped literally into my ex-wife, and she was hotter then ever.
“I’m so sorry; I was just turning the corner and not looking where I was going. You know me I guess, still clumsy,” she giggled whilst readjusting her smartly dressed white office blouse and skirt matching blazer.
As she jostled and jiggled about I couldn’t help but stare at how big and round her boobs had gotten.
“Just my luck, I get divorced and my wife finally gets the boob job I had been pressing her to get for years, typical!” I thought whilst watching her melons nearly spill out.
“Worst of all she probably paid for them with my money from the divorce settlement!” I sighed before wiping away the drool around my mouth.
With darting eyes, I quickly looked away so as to not be caught staring. Too late!
With a cheeky grin Tiffany looked back at my chubby greasy face having managed to contain any accidental boob spillage from her tiny pink lace bra that peeked out from under her white blouse.
“So…um…puff… you’re looking really good…, still working out?” I blurted out before regretting my compliment.
“Of course she works out you big dummy, look at her. She could go full speed on the stair master without breaking a sweat all day, not to mention kick your lard ass in a fight!” I grimaced to myself while desperately trying to not be caught sneaking another peak at her amazing rack.
“Oh thanks, yeah I still go on the odd occasion, you know how it is…um… or I mean… who has the time really these days… um…that is any of us I mean, not just you!” she said with an uneasy tone, whilst trying to not stare at my still trolley handle mounted porker gut.
Truth be told, I wasn’t surprised with her unease. This was the first time she had seen me since our last meeting at the divorce lawyer’s office five years ago.
Since then I had gone from a 190 pound muscle packed collage football jock with six pack abs and turned myself into the obese, sweating, 498 pound blob of butterball fat that stood before her.
I on the other hand although shocked to see her in person, had spent many nights in front of the computer scoffing down packets of potato chips whilst googling facebook images of her in my mother's basement where I now lived.
“Puff…so Tiff, you still working at Burger Heaven or have you found a real job yet?” I smugly questioned remembering how Tiffany hated the fact she worked in fast food.
“Um…no. Why are you looking to score a free meal or something, sure you need it?” Tiffany shot back whilst looking at the grease covered ball of fat which I had just managed to heft from the trolleys handle bars and let droop back towards the ground.
“Heh still sensitive about that subject ah?” I stammered trying to not let the embarrassment her comment caused me to become evident.
"Nah really what are you doing at the moment?" I quickly asked not wanting the conversation to turn towards my obvious 300 pound weight gain.
“Well after we went our, you know separate ways. I went back to college and finished my law degree; I’ve now been working as a lawyer at Butler & White for the last 3 years or so, hoping to get a promotion real soon,” she giggled with pride.
“She finished her law degree, she now works at Butler & White and she’s going to get a promotion, no way!” I thought to myself while tugging at my sweat and grease stained t-shirt in an uneasy effort to hide some of the exposed fat from the underside of my hanging food sack.
“So…what about you…” Tiffany questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh…I um, well um…I’ve actually started work on this knew venture of mine… it’s like um going to be real big, just haven’t finished working out the details yet, but it will be ready for launch later in the year. Its complicated to explain…but I’m really busy you know!” I lied whilst my eyes darted nervously all over, too embarrassed with the truth to make contact with my ex wife’s still emerald green eyes.
“Good try moron, don’t think she bought it though. Did you forget she knows you too well and can spot your nonsense a mile away. Maybe you should tell her you’re a professional gamer who got fired from his last job at the local bakery for stealing and eating too many pies!” I thought to myself as I defensively crossed my chubby Christmas ham sized arms across my pudgy chest.
“Well was good seeing you again, Tiff…I um better get going,” I muttered before being stopped in my tracks.
Sauntering closer towards my trolley Tiffany slowly bent over whilst picking up some of the junk food items that had spilled from my trolley in the crash.
Looking back up with a knowing smile, Tiffany caught me once again starring down her overly tit filled blouse before standing back up, dropping the various packets of Little Debbie’s and Cookie Time Crunch into my trolley with a delicate hand.
“Thirty…Four… Double… J Cup… how big are yours tiger?” Tiffany whispered into my ear while pressing her big boobs into my flabby arm whilst tweaking my left bosom with her sharp glossy fingernails.
“Eeeummrrghh…” I let out with embarrassment before swatting away her surprisingly strong hand and feeling my steadily growing erection press against the bottom portion of my gut.
Taking a few steps back Tiffany placed a hand on her hip and struck a pose while looking me up and down.
Catching her eyes I was only able to hold her burning stare for a minute before breaking away and looking down at the floor which was naturally obscured by my belly.
“You wanna come over tonight?” she asked with a grin.
“Absolutely,” I immediately responded, unable to hide my excitement.
“Great, some friends and I have poker night every Saturday, we usually alternate as hosts and it just so happens one of the girls canceled so were actually one player short… you do still remember how to play right?” Tiffany questioned obviously amused at the excitement in my voice and in my pants.
“Of course I do, I’ve cleaned you out a few times if I recall,” I smugly announced trying to regain some sort of pride in front of my big boobed mega babe ex wife.
“Ha I’ll have you know, I’ve gotten a lot better since then. There’s a reason they call me Big Stack Tiffany, and it’s not because of these,” Tiffany giggled in reply as she hefted her overinflated silicon balloons with both hands.
“Oh man!,” I murmured feeling steam almost come out of my ears as my face blushed red.
“See you tonight, oh by the way my address has changed; here I’ll jot it down for you,” ]Tiffany smiled as she pulled a pen and pad from her expensive looking handbag.
Shuffling back towards me in her stiletto heels, Tiffany pressed the paper against my mountains protruding ball belly before jotting down her new address.
“See you tonight big boy!” she laughed before flicking her long blonde hair in my face and returning to her shopping trolley.
Quickly looking down at the somewhat scrunched up peace of paper I gawked at the address with disbelief.
“110 Manchester Avenue, Parkside Tower – Top Floor”
“No way was this her place, those apartments are like 5 million dollars minimum buy in!” I thought to myself while catching another quick glimpse of Tiffany as she wiggled her extremely toned, tight and round little ass down the aisle before disappearing from sight.
(Continued in post 3 of this thread)
Poker Night
by zxc098
by zxc098
Chapter One – THE CHIPS ARE DOWN
As I waddled down the snack food aisle of Mega Mart I could feel myself getting short of breath whilst wiping away the sweat from my flushed forehead.
Parking my already heavily loaded junk food pilled trolley to the side; I carefully bent over to reach for another extra large 750g value pack of Triple cheese and bacon flavored potato chips, mindful to not blow the seat of my overly taxed grey sweat pants in the process.
Feeling my over loaded knees begin to ache under the enormous pressure they were under; I quickly stuck out my chubby fat filled arm and grabbed 2 packs.
Feeling my greasey stained white t-shirt riding up in the process didn’t help, as my still extremely full and fat stretch mark riddled lunch time burger belly hung pendulously towards the ground.
“Man why did I eat that fourth triple bacon double cheese burger” I thought as another drop of sweat dripped from my exposed deep belly button to the floor.
Holding onto my keg heavy sore back with my spare hand I heaved myself upright once more, wondering whether I really needed 2 more packets of chips as I tossed them into the already groaning food trolley.
Struggling to reach the trolleys handle bar with my flabby stretched out arms, I continued my journey down junk food alley.
Feeling fatigued from my chip packet grabbing workout I headed towards the checkout, noting with some concern that my trolley couldn’t really carry much more, which in hindsight was probably a good thing as my pudding soft arms had become so void of any muscle that I was struggling to push the trolleys load, let alone my own.
As I waddled along I could feel the exposed fat from my protruding belly press against the trolleys handle bar whilst my growing boy boobs jiggled and bounced with each step.
“If only Dr. Stone knew” I thought whilst thinking of her harsh but true words earlier that morning.
“You need to get real... 498 pounds is no laughing matter!”
“I think it’s time you stepped up your exercise program and diet routine before you blow past the 500 pound mark!”
“Stop sitting on your ass playing video games all day whilst scoffing down junk food for a start!”
“I think it’s time you stepped up your exercise program and diet routine before you blow past the 500 pound mark!”
“Stop sitting on your ass playing video games all day whilst scoffing down junk food for a start!”
BAANNGGGCRASSSHHH!!!!!
Jerked out of my day dream state I could feel my rotund fat body shake as the trolley came to a sudden stop, crashing into another cart whilst I turned a corner.
With my greedy burger grease covered fat paunch mounted on the handle bars from the impact and packets of junk food toppling from my cart to the floor I stood there dumbfounded at what came next.
At first I wasn’t sure, but it did cross my mind as I eyed up her toned bronzed legs, catching only a momentary glimpse of her tightly clad pencil skirt hips and thighs.
“Ooppssie,” said a familiar squeaky baby-like voice from my past and my heart began to race.
“Surely it couldn’t be” I thought whilst my eyes shot towards her face, hoping this petite and obviously fit women hadn’t caught me staring at her figure.
“O…M…G, is that really you. I haven’t seen you in like ages or something!” the pretty girl announced as she brushed away her curly long blonde hair from around her face.
My heart was now near my throat; I couldn’t believe it, what wore the odds of meeting her here.
I wanted to run but in my condition that was hardly going to happen, I had no other choice but to face her.
“um…puff…Hi Tiff, long time no see!” I puffed as my worst fears wore confirmed.
I had just bumped literally into my ex-wife, and she was hotter then ever.
“I’m so sorry; I was just turning the corner and not looking where I was going. You know me I guess, still clumsy,” she giggled whilst readjusting her smartly dressed white office blouse and skirt matching blazer.
As she jostled and jiggled about I couldn’t help but stare at how big and round her boobs had gotten.
“Just my luck, I get divorced and my wife finally gets the boob job I had been pressing her to get for years, typical!” I thought whilst watching her melons nearly spill out.
“Worst of all she probably paid for them with my money from the divorce settlement!” I sighed before wiping away the drool around my mouth.
With darting eyes, I quickly looked away so as to not be caught staring. Too late!
With a cheeky grin Tiffany looked back at my chubby greasy face having managed to contain any accidental boob spillage from her tiny pink lace bra that peeked out from under her white blouse.
“So…um…puff… you’re looking really good…, still working out?” I blurted out before regretting my compliment.
“Of course she works out you big dummy, look at her. She could go full speed on the stair master without breaking a sweat all day, not to mention kick your lard ass in a fight!” I grimaced to myself while desperately trying to not be caught sneaking another peak at her amazing rack.
“Oh thanks, yeah I still go on the odd occasion, you know how it is…um… or I mean… who has the time really these days… um…that is any of us I mean, not just you!” she said with an uneasy tone, whilst trying to not stare at my still trolley handle mounted porker gut.
Truth be told, I wasn’t surprised with her unease. This was the first time she had seen me since our last meeting at the divorce lawyer’s office five years ago.
Since then I had gone from a 190 pound muscle packed collage football jock with six pack abs and turned myself into the obese, sweating, 498 pound blob of butterball fat that stood before her.
I on the other hand although shocked to see her in person, had spent many nights in front of the computer scoffing down packets of potato chips whilst googling facebook images of her in my mother's basement where I now lived.
“Puff…so Tiff, you still working at Burger Heaven or have you found a real job yet?” I smugly questioned remembering how Tiffany hated the fact she worked in fast food.
“Um…no. Why are you looking to score a free meal or something, sure you need it?” Tiffany shot back whilst looking at the grease covered ball of fat which I had just managed to heft from the trolleys handle bars and let droop back towards the ground.
“Heh still sensitive about that subject ah?” I stammered trying to not let the embarrassment her comment caused me to become evident.
"Nah really what are you doing at the moment?" I quickly asked not wanting the conversation to turn towards my obvious 300 pound weight gain.
“Well after we went our, you know separate ways. I went back to college and finished my law degree; I’ve now been working as a lawyer at Butler & White for the last 3 years or so, hoping to get a promotion real soon,” she giggled with pride.
“She finished her law degree, she now works at Butler & White and she’s going to get a promotion, no way!” I thought to myself while tugging at my sweat and grease stained t-shirt in an uneasy effort to hide some of the exposed fat from the underside of my hanging food sack.
“So…what about you…” Tiffany questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh…I um, well um…I’ve actually started work on this knew venture of mine… it’s like um going to be real big, just haven’t finished working out the details yet, but it will be ready for launch later in the year. Its complicated to explain…but I’m really busy you know!” I lied whilst my eyes darted nervously all over, too embarrassed with the truth to make contact with my ex wife’s still emerald green eyes.
“Good try moron, don’t think she bought it though. Did you forget she knows you too well and can spot your nonsense a mile away. Maybe you should tell her you’re a professional gamer who got fired from his last job at the local bakery for stealing and eating too many pies!” I thought to myself as I defensively crossed my chubby Christmas ham sized arms across my pudgy chest.
“Well was good seeing you again, Tiff…I um better get going,” I muttered before being stopped in my tracks.
Sauntering closer towards my trolley Tiffany slowly bent over whilst picking up some of the junk food items that had spilled from my trolley in the crash.
Looking back up with a knowing smile, Tiffany caught me once again starring down her overly tit filled blouse before standing back up, dropping the various packets of Little Debbie’s and Cookie Time Crunch into my trolley with a delicate hand.
“Thirty…Four… Double… J Cup… how big are yours tiger?” Tiffany whispered into my ear while pressing her big boobs into my flabby arm whilst tweaking my left bosom with her sharp glossy fingernails.
“Eeeummrrghh…” I let out with embarrassment before swatting away her surprisingly strong hand and feeling my steadily growing erection press against the bottom portion of my gut.
Taking a few steps back Tiffany placed a hand on her hip and struck a pose while looking me up and down.
Catching her eyes I was only able to hold her burning stare for a minute before breaking away and looking down at the floor which was naturally obscured by my belly.
“You wanna come over tonight?” she asked with a grin.
“Absolutely,” I immediately responded, unable to hide my excitement.
“Great, some friends and I have poker night every Saturday, we usually alternate as hosts and it just so happens one of the girls canceled so were actually one player short… you do still remember how to play right?” Tiffany questioned obviously amused at the excitement in my voice and in my pants.
“Of course I do, I’ve cleaned you out a few times if I recall,” I smugly announced trying to regain some sort of pride in front of my big boobed mega babe ex wife.
“Ha I’ll have you know, I’ve gotten a lot better since then. There’s a reason they call me Big Stack Tiffany, and it’s not because of these,” Tiffany giggled in reply as she hefted her overinflated silicon balloons with both hands.
“Oh man!,” I murmured feeling steam almost come out of my ears as my face blushed red.
“See you tonight, oh by the way my address has changed; here I’ll jot it down for you,” ]Tiffany smiled as she pulled a pen and pad from her expensive looking handbag.
Shuffling back towards me in her stiletto heels, Tiffany pressed the paper against my mountains protruding ball belly before jotting down her new address.
“See you tonight big boy!” she laughed before flicking her long blonde hair in my face and returning to her shopping trolley.
Quickly looking down at the somewhat scrunched up peace of paper I gawked at the address with disbelief.
“110 Manchester Avenue, Parkside Tower – Top Floor”
“No way was this her place, those apartments are like 5 million dollars minimum buy in!” I thought to myself while catching another quick glimpse of Tiffany as she wiggled her extremely toned, tight and round little ass down the aisle before disappearing from sight.
(Continued in post 3 of this thread)
