~SSBHM, ~Feeding, ~Sex, A shy FFA lives out her fantasy
Jena leaned across the tall table toward Phoebe. "Please tell me where you're going, Phoebs, pretty please with sugar on top? Secrets, secrets are no fun!" she wheedled, making a face and gulping her bright purple drink.
Phoebe sighed. "Okay, but don't tell anyone. Literally, if you tell anyone I will never speak to you again..." she leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "I'm going to SimuSex."
Jena laughed, but when she realized Phoebe wasn't also laughing, stopped. "Wait, really? Phoebs, you're so cute, you could find a boyfriend, why are you doing virtual reality sex stuff?"
Phoebe closed her eyes. "I just...I'm into this thing and I have trouble telling guys I'm into it," she babbled, at once making both too much and too little of her proclivities.
"Oh come ON," Jena exhaled. "What, like, spanking or something? I'm sure that guy would do it for you, whatever it is," she giggled, indicating a lanky guy in a suit sitting a few tables away who'd been watching them for the past hour.
"Not my type." Phoebe shrugged. "Hey, Jena, thank you for the drink, I needed to unwind. Have a good night!" Over Jena's protests, her legs almost shaking with anticipation, Phoebe hustled out of the bar and hailed a taxi.
When she got to SimuSex, Phoebe couldn't stop smiling. She remembered her last time and hoped this one was even better. She took the elevator upstairs, paid at the front desk, and waited, jigging one leg impatiently.
The same slight, bespectacled tech as the last time came out and greeted her. "P.J., right?" he said, using her initials as required. "I'm Anders. Come in, you know the drill now." He escorted her to a small room, where she put on the required suit and goggles. Once the goggles slid on, she was transported to a swank hotel. She found herself in front of a bedroom door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
And there he was. Big as life, big as the bed, bigger than any man she'd ever seen before. He was covered with a sheet but she could clearly make out the shape of his prodigious breasts and belly.
"Hello, beautiful. Where have you been? I missed you," he said, his voice hushed and silken.
"I missed you too," she managed, "You look amazing."
"What do you have there?" he asked, and she looked down and was both surprised and delighted to find a fully-stocked dessert cart by her side.
"I brought you goodies," she purred, "But first, let's see how you've done since last time."
"Do I have to?" he sighed, "It's so haaaard for me to get up. You don't want me to exert myself, do you?" He grabbed a handful of belly and jiggled, and Phoebe's legs nearly gave way at the sight.
"You'll have help," she said, and clapped twice. Four strong men appeared and began to go about the process of rolling the gigantic man out of his bed and helping him to stand up. Phoebe loved their strain, how it took all four men working at full strength to lift the incredibly fat man to his feet. Once he was up, Phoebe marveled at how his belly apron hung well past his knees, almost to the ground. "You're magnificent," she cooed.
He gasped and panted throughout the few steps it took to get onto the scale. So much work to move all that fat around. He stepped on the scale and they watched the special readout blink...blink...blink...879. "You've gained five pounds!" Phoebe crowed. "Oh, god, is that satisfying. Now let's get you back in bed before you work off all that delicious new fat." He couldn't answer because he was breathing too hard, but she enjoyed watching the process of maneuvering him back onto his gargantuan bottom, laying him back and letting his dimpled flesh re-settle. She released the attendants and slowly, dreamily, wheeled the dessert cart over to his bedside.
Once he caught his breath, he surveyed the cart of sugary, fattening confections and licked his lips. "Don't I get a treat for being so good?" he asked, chins jiggling in anticipation.
"Oh, you get all the treats," she whispered. And then she proceeded to hand-feed him every last bite on the cart--cake, pie, ice cream, pastries, puddings, cookies, candies, all disappeared into his greedy mouth, a process that drove Phoebe wild.
Every once in a while he would moan with pleasure and say something like, "Oh, I shouldn't eat this, but it's so delicious," or "God, I'm such a pig," which only served to intensify the thrumming between her legs, her incredible desire to possess every dimpled roll of him.
When he had finished the desserts, he belched and stretched, sending waves of fat in every direction. "My pretty, can you do something for me?" he asked sweetly.
"Anything," she breathed.
"Can you massage me with that lotion on the bedside table?" he purred. "My belly apron especially."
Phoebe thought her head might fly right off her body from delight. She realized she had been shaking from the desire to touch him. She took ages, rubbing the lotion into everything from jowls to breasts, to the beautiful soft sections of his arms, in between each crease of his belly, and the acreage of his belly apron, his super-wide hips, his delicious rolls of thigh fat, right down to his pudgy feet. She kneaded and stroked his fat, she ran her lips over it, she kissed the softest parts of him, she jiggled his fat to watch it move in waves. Once she had finally finished the last toe, she walked up and kissed his lips, cupping his face. "Was that good?"
"So good that now you get a treat," he rumbled, smiling wickedly. "Sit on my face." Phoebe quickly obliged, a knee on either side of his head. "My god you're wet," he gasped, "You really do love all this blubber." He used his tongue on her the same way he'd used it to tease cream from a cannolli moments before, and she could barely hold on for a few minutes before she clutched the headboard and cried out, over and over.
Phoebe, weak from the force of her climax, lay down next to him, her head on his breast. She marveled at how real they could make these sims, how warm and lifelike the flesh next to her felt. A small tone sounded, indicating that she just had a few moments left. Reluctantly, she slid off the bed, and ran her hands over his body one last time. "I have to go," she said sadly.
"Come back soon, I'll waste away without you," he said, his eyes twinkling over fat cheeks.
She backed out of the room, not wanting to take her eyes off him. Once the door closed, she felt hands gently taking off her goggles, and saw Anders' kind face. "Sorry, P.J." he said, "I know it's never fun to leave them. Hey, after you get changed I need to see you for just a second."
Phoebe wondered at what Anders could need, and hoped her credit card hadn't been declined or anything. She dressed, fixed her hair and makeup, and had the receptionist point her to Anders' office.
Anders opened the door and stepped out. "Hey, thanks for finding me. There's...well, we never do this, but would you mind meeting someone? Your sim is pretty unusual and one of my colleagues had a few questions."
Phoebe blushed. She was usually able to forget that part of this whole thing was having total strangers know your most intimate desires. But she nodded and followed Anders to a conference room.
Anders knocked gently. "Hey, Del, I brought P.J. by--did you want to meet her?" A swivel chair turned, and Phoebe gasped. It was him. Much smaller, maybe half the size, but unmistakably the same guy as in her sim.
"Oh my god, you're real!" she managed, fighting the urge to simply run over and kiss him.
Del laughed, "I might say the same thing about you." They stared at each other, smiles growing. Anders cleared his throat and they both jumped, having forgotten he was there.
"Ahem...so, like I said, P.J., your sim request was the first of its kind. Usually we have some standard models we use to create these things, but they're more...generically attractive, I guess. Del is a friend of mine, and I explained what you wanted, and asked if he would model for it." Anders was suddenly uncomfortable at being in a room with two people who so clearly wanted to be alone. "I'll leave you two to talk," he said, and scurried out.
Phoebe thought of Anders drawing Del's body and the image made her blush deepen. "You both did an incredible job. Really, truly amazing." An involuntary nervous laugh escaped her. "Sorry, I feel a bit naked right now. You know my fantasies, that's so strange!"
"I've been thinking about you for weeks, ever since Anders explained the project to me," Del explained. "I begged him to let me meet you; it seems miraculous that you're standing right here. Can we go somewhere and talk?"
We can do a hell of a lot more than talk, Phoebe thought, looking at his not-inconsiderable belly as he stood up. "I was on my way to dinner, do you want to join me?" she ventured, fingers crossed for a yes.
"As long as the place has a dessert cart," Del said slyly, putting one hand on the belly she couldn't stop staring at. "Obviously we have some work to do."
Simulation
by ffaboots
by ffaboots
Jena leaned across the tall table toward Phoebe. "Please tell me where you're going, Phoebs, pretty please with sugar on top? Secrets, secrets are no fun!" she wheedled, making a face and gulping her bright purple drink.
Phoebe sighed. "Okay, but don't tell anyone. Literally, if you tell anyone I will never speak to you again..." she leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "I'm going to SimuSex."
Jena laughed, but when she realized Phoebe wasn't also laughing, stopped. "Wait, really? Phoebs, you're so cute, you could find a boyfriend, why are you doing virtual reality sex stuff?"
Phoebe closed her eyes. "I just...I'm into this thing and I have trouble telling guys I'm into it," she babbled, at once making both too much and too little of her proclivities.
"Oh come ON," Jena exhaled. "What, like, spanking or something? I'm sure that guy would do it for you, whatever it is," she giggled, indicating a lanky guy in a suit sitting a few tables away who'd been watching them for the past hour.
"Not my type." Phoebe shrugged. "Hey, Jena, thank you for the drink, I needed to unwind. Have a good night!" Over Jena's protests, her legs almost shaking with anticipation, Phoebe hustled out of the bar and hailed a taxi.
When she got to SimuSex, Phoebe couldn't stop smiling. She remembered her last time and hoped this one was even better. She took the elevator upstairs, paid at the front desk, and waited, jigging one leg impatiently.
The same slight, bespectacled tech as the last time came out and greeted her. "P.J., right?" he said, using her initials as required. "I'm Anders. Come in, you know the drill now." He escorted her to a small room, where she put on the required suit and goggles. Once the goggles slid on, she was transported to a swank hotel. She found herself in front of a bedroom door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
And there he was. Big as life, big as the bed, bigger than any man she'd ever seen before. He was covered with a sheet but she could clearly make out the shape of his prodigious breasts and belly.
"Hello, beautiful. Where have you been? I missed you," he said, his voice hushed and silken.
"I missed you too," she managed, "You look amazing."
"What do you have there?" he asked, and she looked down and was both surprised and delighted to find a fully-stocked dessert cart by her side.
"I brought you goodies," she purred, "But first, let's see how you've done since last time."
"Do I have to?" he sighed, "It's so haaaard for me to get up. You don't want me to exert myself, do you?" He grabbed a handful of belly and jiggled, and Phoebe's legs nearly gave way at the sight.
"You'll have help," she said, and clapped twice. Four strong men appeared and began to go about the process of rolling the gigantic man out of his bed and helping him to stand up. Phoebe loved their strain, how it took all four men working at full strength to lift the incredibly fat man to his feet. Once he was up, Phoebe marveled at how his belly apron hung well past his knees, almost to the ground. "You're magnificent," she cooed.
He gasped and panted throughout the few steps it took to get onto the scale. So much work to move all that fat around. He stepped on the scale and they watched the special readout blink...blink...blink...879. "You've gained five pounds!" Phoebe crowed. "Oh, god, is that satisfying. Now let's get you back in bed before you work off all that delicious new fat." He couldn't answer because he was breathing too hard, but she enjoyed watching the process of maneuvering him back onto his gargantuan bottom, laying him back and letting his dimpled flesh re-settle. She released the attendants and slowly, dreamily, wheeled the dessert cart over to his bedside.
Once he caught his breath, he surveyed the cart of sugary, fattening confections and licked his lips. "Don't I get a treat for being so good?" he asked, chins jiggling in anticipation.
"Oh, you get all the treats," she whispered. And then she proceeded to hand-feed him every last bite on the cart--cake, pie, ice cream, pastries, puddings, cookies, candies, all disappeared into his greedy mouth, a process that drove Phoebe wild.
Every once in a while he would moan with pleasure and say something like, "Oh, I shouldn't eat this, but it's so delicious," or "God, I'm such a pig," which only served to intensify the thrumming between her legs, her incredible desire to possess every dimpled roll of him.
When he had finished the desserts, he belched and stretched, sending waves of fat in every direction. "My pretty, can you do something for me?" he asked sweetly.
"Anything," she breathed.
"Can you massage me with that lotion on the bedside table?" he purred. "My belly apron especially."
Phoebe thought her head might fly right off her body from delight. She realized she had been shaking from the desire to touch him. She took ages, rubbing the lotion into everything from jowls to breasts, to the beautiful soft sections of his arms, in between each crease of his belly, and the acreage of his belly apron, his super-wide hips, his delicious rolls of thigh fat, right down to his pudgy feet. She kneaded and stroked his fat, she ran her lips over it, she kissed the softest parts of him, she jiggled his fat to watch it move in waves. Once she had finally finished the last toe, she walked up and kissed his lips, cupping his face. "Was that good?"
"So good that now you get a treat," he rumbled, smiling wickedly. "Sit on my face." Phoebe quickly obliged, a knee on either side of his head. "My god you're wet," he gasped, "You really do love all this blubber." He used his tongue on her the same way he'd used it to tease cream from a cannolli moments before, and she could barely hold on for a few minutes before she clutched the headboard and cried out, over and over.
Phoebe, weak from the force of her climax, lay down next to him, her head on his breast. She marveled at how real they could make these sims, how warm and lifelike the flesh next to her felt. A small tone sounded, indicating that she just had a few moments left. Reluctantly, she slid off the bed, and ran her hands over his body one last time. "I have to go," she said sadly.
"Come back soon, I'll waste away without you," he said, his eyes twinkling over fat cheeks.
She backed out of the room, not wanting to take her eyes off him. Once the door closed, she felt hands gently taking off her goggles, and saw Anders' kind face. "Sorry, P.J." he said, "I know it's never fun to leave them. Hey, after you get changed I need to see you for just a second."
Phoebe wondered at what Anders could need, and hoped her credit card hadn't been declined or anything. She dressed, fixed her hair and makeup, and had the receptionist point her to Anders' office.
Anders opened the door and stepped out. "Hey, thanks for finding me. There's...well, we never do this, but would you mind meeting someone? Your sim is pretty unusual and one of my colleagues had a few questions."
Phoebe blushed. She was usually able to forget that part of this whole thing was having total strangers know your most intimate desires. But she nodded and followed Anders to a conference room.
Anders knocked gently. "Hey, Del, I brought P.J. by--did you want to meet her?" A swivel chair turned, and Phoebe gasped. It was him. Much smaller, maybe half the size, but unmistakably the same guy as in her sim.
"Oh my god, you're real!" she managed, fighting the urge to simply run over and kiss him.
Del laughed, "I might say the same thing about you." They stared at each other, smiles growing. Anders cleared his throat and they both jumped, having forgotten he was there.
"Ahem...so, like I said, P.J., your sim request was the first of its kind. Usually we have some standard models we use to create these things, but they're more...generically attractive, I guess. Del is a friend of mine, and I explained what you wanted, and asked if he would model for it." Anders was suddenly uncomfortable at being in a room with two people who so clearly wanted to be alone. "I'll leave you two to talk," he said, and scurried out.
Phoebe thought of Anders drawing Del's body and the image made her blush deepen. "You both did an incredible job. Really, truly amazing." An involuntary nervous laugh escaped her. "Sorry, I feel a bit naked right now. You know my fantasies, that's so strange!"
"I've been thinking about you for weeks, ever since Anders explained the project to me," Del explained. "I begged him to let me meet you; it seems miraculous that you're standing right here. Can we go somewhere and talk?"
We can do a hell of a lot more than talk, Phoebe thought, looking at his not-inconsiderable belly as he stood up. "I was on my way to dinner, do you want to join me?" she ventured, fingers crossed for a yes.
"As long as the place has a dessert cart," Del said slyly, putting one hand on the belly she couldn't stop staring at. "Obviously we have some work to do."
