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Tina’s Diet - 3/3
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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing
See The Cosplayer and The Family Farm 6–10 for more of these characters.
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Tina’s Diet
Part Three
Trish and Tina stood back to back in front of the green screen in matching Tomb Raider costumes. Although both women wore blue tank tops and khaki shorts, Trish’s were size smalls bought at the store, while Tina’s were custom-made by Casey. The shorts showed off Trish’s pert little bottom, and the snug tank emphasized her B-cups, looking slightly smaller than even the rebooted version of Lara Croft. By contrast, Tina’s booty was enormous, each cheek twice the size of Trish’s entire ass. Tina’s pale, soft thighs bulged from the legs of her shorts, tapering into dimpled rolls around her knees and thick cankles stuffed into untied hiking boots. Trish’s limbs were thin and toned; at least two of her could have fit in one leg of Tina’s shorts.
Casey snapped a few shots with her camera. “Okay, now face each other and hold hands.”
Trish and Tina turned around, but even with both their arms outstretched, Tina’s breasts pressed into Trish’s torso. Her massive blue tank top was cut so low that a mountain of bare cleavage rose up between them. Pale, rippling flesh swelled out above and below Tina’s plump arms and Trish’s twiggy ones. Trish’s face reddened at the contact, and despite the smile she made for the camera, Casey could see hints of fear in her eyes. As she rapidly tapped the shutter button, she whispered, “The fans are gonna eat this up.”
“What’s that, babe?” Tina asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Casey said. “Big smiles! Look at each other. Now, back at me.”
After a few dozen more shots, Casey said, “Okay, I have another idea.” She set the camera down and walked up to the models. “Take your top off, Trish.”
“Huh?” The mousy brunette’s voice quavered, and her eyes went wide as plates.
“You’ve got a bra on, haven’t you?”
“I mean, yeah, but…”
“Just trust me.”
Casey stepped up to Tina and reached for the bottom of her tank top. The material was skin-tight around the blonde’s massive breasts, and the hem rode, letting her round belly spill out. Tina’s middle had grown so plump that her shorts were unbuttoned, yet another point of contrast against Trish’s flat, bare midriff. Trish tossed her tank top out of the frame and stood in her bra, waiting. The undergarment was a light flesh tone with a bit of lace, the padded demi-cups making her B-cups almost look like C’s. With Casey’s help, Tina peeled her top over her breasts. She’d gotten so big that she needed help dressing and undressing in anything smaller than the tent-like muumuus she wore around the apartment. Those were loose enough that she could get them on and off even though she couldn’t reach around her front. Her custom-made bra was so big that Trish could have used just one of the cups as a hammock with room to spare.
Casey tossed Tina’s shirt beside Trish’s. A massive pool of pale blue beside the brunette’s small puddle. “Alright, now stand chest to chest again.”
She took more photos. The difference was even more apparent without the tops. Acres of ‘Tina skin’ bulged and rolled against Trish’s tiny body, making the growing blonde look even bigger. Seeing the two women face to face, Casey wished she could get some ‘near kiss’ shots like she and Tina had done in the early days. But unless Trish came at her from the side, there was no way to get their faces close enough. A pose with Trish laying on top of Tina’s tits would have been amazing, but she could tell that the brunette was barely keeping it together as it was. Maybe someday…
Eyeing the contrasting piles of blue fabric on the floor, Casey got an even better idea. “Put Tina’s top on, Trish.”
“Uh, okay…”
The tank top, skimpy as it had been on Tina, draped over Trish’s body like a dress. The straps kept sliding off the brunette’s shoulders, and the hem reached almost to the floor. Trish clutched at the material, desperately trying to make the ridiculously huge neckline cover her bra-clad B-cups, but it repeatedly slipped from her grasp, revealing most of her trim torso.
The camera shutter made a staccato buzz in Casey’s hands.
***
Tina’s audience gradually shifted in the months that followed. There was a brief dip in her follower count when she passed 500 pounds—and started gaining all over instead of just in her breasts—but it turned out that the market for SSBBW gainers was even more robust than the niche of cosplay fans who appreciated both big boobs and mukbang. By the time she had been off her ‘diet’ for a year, her weight more than doubled, while her revenue nearly tripled.
“Hey, guys,” Tina began, laying on her back with her partners cuddled up on either side, “I’ve been thinking…”
“Hmm?” Joseph murmured.
Casey reached up to stroke Tina’s hair. “About what, mija?”
The thruple lay spread across a king-size mattress, with a twin pressed up beside it. They hadn’t replaced the frame when Tina and Casey’s combined weight had broken one of its legs, so the mattresses were stacked on the floor. Tina took up over half the king by herself and covered it completely if she laid on her side—gargantuan breasts reaching one edge and dump truck rump the other. Joseph could have fit on the bed with Tina on her back, but when the nearly 300-pound Casey snuggled in with them, her own ass dangled off the side.
“Well…” Tina said, “It’s getting a little cramped in here.”
From the twin mattress he shared with a third of Tina’s right breast, Joseph said, “I’ve got plenty of room.”
Tina’s left breast spilled onto Casey’s ‘side’ of the bed, and even hugging herself tightly to the massive orb, Casey’s backside was against the bedroom wall. “Me too,” she lied.
“That’s sweet of you guys to say, but I don’t just mean the bed.”
Casey sat up to look Tina in the eye. The blonde’s face had changed as she’d grown. Her cheeks plumped into fat round peaches, and even lying on her back, she had a permanent double chin. Yes, the two overgrown mammaries spilling out to either side made up two-thirds of her body weight, but Tina’s appetite was outpacing what little strength she had. She needed Casey or Joseph’s help to get up from their low bed, and even though she could still get around the apartment, she had to squeeze her breasts one at a time through smaller doors like the bed and bathroom.
“Are you saying you want to stop gaining?” Casey asked. “You know we’re here for you either way.”
Tina smiled up at Casey. “No, it’s not that. I love eating,” She slid both fleshy arms from under the sheets and laid them across the rolling hills of her enormous body. “…obviously.”
“Oh, thank goodness!” Casey said, wrapping her arms around as much of Tina’s breast as she could reach.
“I agree,” Joseph added, stroking a hand over her other breast, “You get sexier with every pound.”
“I think so, too,” Tina beamed. “I never want to diet again.”
Just before the silence in the room got awkward, she added, “But, since I’m probably gonna keep growing, I think we need to make some changes.”
Images flashed through Casey’s head. Widened doorways, handrails, even a mobility scooter. Interrupting her thoughts, Joseph said, “Tell us what you need, babe; we’re a team.”
Tina stared at the ceiling for a while. “How do you guys feel about moving?”
***
With Tina’s success in the SSBBW gainer market, the trio was able to put a downpayment on a big house out in the country. It had wide doorways and much more space than the apartment. Joseph quit his job and got a new one, working part-time from home to have something to do when neither of his girls needed him. Tina rarely left the house, and those occasions grew fewer and fewer as she got larger. Casey devoted herself to their modeling business full-time and joined Tina in many of her binges. When Casey’s breasts got too big for her to safely drive herself, she switched to doing all her recruiting and interviews remotely, having models who passed the first round of screening come to the house for trial shoots. The business did so well that she was able to hire seamstresses and makers to create and alter costumes; Trish’s friend Juno even signed on as another photographer. The bedroom the thruple shared was set up as Tina’s streaming room, with cameras and gear attached to the ceiling and walls, so she almost never had to move. The second floor had so many bedrooms that Casey and Joseph were able to decorate two of them as photoshoot studios, turn the bathroom into a changing room, and still have three rooms left over to use for storage, filling them with bins and hanging racks for costumes. Joseph bought a pickup truck and a small flatbed trailer, and they got memberships at the bulk food warehouse stores. Casey and Joseph got very good at cooking, and Joseph made trips to the city every few days to restock their pantry. They converted the entire two-car garage into a pantry—with two refrigerators and three chest freezers.
The floor of the primary bedroom was covered in mattresses, cushions, and pillows. Tina slept on the king they’d brought from the apartment, and except for the two corners beside her head, it was completely covered by her bulk. She woke up one morning and decided she wanted to get breakfast for herself. She always slept with her head slightly inclined to make it easier to heft herself into a seated position to stream or, more often, simply to eat. Grunting with the effort of moving her heavy arms, Tina put both palms on the mattress and pushed, attempting to sit up.
But she didn’t move. Tina’s arms trembled, sending jiggles up her shoulders and making her chins wobble. She dropped both hands to her sides, gulping air from her fruitless exertion.
“Um… guys…”
She was alone in the bedroom but heard the sizzling and clinking of her partners cooking breakfast.
“Casey! Joe!”
Footsteps thudded down the hall, and Casey’s plump form appeared in the doorway. Casey’s breasts brushed the frame of the extra-wide door, and there were wet spots on her muumuu where she’d leaked during the night. “What’s wrong, mija?”
“I… I can’t get up.”
Casey dove onto the pair of waterbeds that were Tina’s boobs. They’d spread to the foot of her mattress since they moved in; her feet had disappeared beneath them months ago. Casey flopped toward Tina’s face and peppered her with kisses. “You did it, baby! I knew you could.”
Through Casey’s kisses, Tina grunted. “You’re a lot heavier than Trish, babe…”
Far below the twin mountains of fat Casey lay on, Tina’s stomach grumbled.
“Shit, I’m sorry!” Casey said, rolling off of Tina and reaching for a stack of snack cake boxes in the corner. She tore a box open and unwrapped the cake, pressing it to Tina’s lips. “Here you go; eat up.”
While Tina ate, Casey crawled around behind her and tugged on her shoulders. She used her knees to stuff the pillow farther under Tina’s back, then grabbed a few more, gradually levering her immobile girlfriend upward until she was almost sitting. In between each pillow, she grabbed another snack cake and fed it to Tina, who gobbled them up, moving nothing but her mouth.
Joseph appeared in the doorway, holding a metal spatula and wearing an apron over his pajamas. “What’s going on?”
“She did it, Pepe!” Casey said. “Our growing girl is finally immobile!”
His face broke into a wide grin, and he stepped into the room to stroke one of Tina’s breasts lovingly. “Congrats, babe. I’m really proud of you.”
“–Mphf– Thanks, guys,” Tina said through a mouthful of cake.
Casey finished her preparations by propping a pair of pillows under each of Tina’s elbows so she could rest her hands on her chest. She dumped two more boxes of snack cakes into the canyon of Tina’s cleavage. “There you go, chica. Snack on those while I go put another dozen eggs on.”
She hefted her bulky body upright and shoved Joseph out of the room. “Go get more sausage and bacon from the garage, Pepe. We’re going to have a breakfast feast to celebrate.”
