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A misfortunate step
🕑 Added 2024-01-02 21:20:12 +0000 UTCGreg was lying sideways on his bed, almost pushed over the edge of the mattress by the immense mass of woman in front of him. After the incredible sex, which had ended with an unbelievably great blowjob, he and Amy had snuggled into bed together. They were both lying on the blanket, because it was relatively warm in Greg's apartment - after all, it was still summer. Naked, glorious flesh stretched out in front of the young man and covered a considerable part of his king-size bed. Amy had snuggled up to him with her gigantic ass and the two of them lay comfortably in the spoon position. Neither of them said anything for long and they simply enjoyed each other's touch and closeness.
Greg gazed at Amy's backside and was amazed by every little detail of this gorgeous beauty. Her long blonde hair had been released from the elastic band she had been wearing and now fell loose down her back and onto the bed. A wonderful golden-blonde, silky mane through which Greg let his slender fingers glide. Amy hummed, especially when he gently stroked the back of her neck, which was still small for her immense weight. He dreamily inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. As his fingers slid further down Amy's back, caressing her sweet rolls of fat, he looked at her beautiful tanned shoulders and upper arms. Underneath, her skin quickly became paler and quite white, which he actually found even more beautiful. Amy probably got more sun in some areas than other women of her caliber due to her very revealing style of dress. After the small, incredibly cute rolls of flab on Amy's soft back, came her protruding monster ass. Greg had snuggled up close to these overflowing, dimple-covered globes of fat and pressed his hard cock against Amy's heaving ass the whole time. As she lay on her right side, her left hip rose up like a mountain of fat rolls and fat bags in front of Greg. He waved his hand over the soft, uneven surface of Amy's ass cheeks, as big as beach balls due to cellulite. The young man would never have dreamed of seeing such a beautiful, extremely obese goddess lying in his bed. He happily felt Amy gently wiggle her gigantic ass against his crotch so that she could feel his rock-hard penis between her fat pads. All the flab sloshed back and forth on the blonde's ass, hips and huge thighs. A wonderful spectacle.
Greg was also damn impressed by how much distance there was between Amy's back and his chest, although he pressed his loins as tightly as he could against the young woman's huge rear. He moved his upper body slightly forward, placed his left hand on Amy's left side, which was covered in rolls of fat, and gave her a little kiss on her lightly tanned neck. He felt her shiver with pleasure and saw goose bumps creep down her neck.
"You're really fucking cute," she whispered and Greg noticed that she was breathing a little faster than before. "I'm so damn glad you wanted to when I asked you out."
Greg laughed briefly and replied, "The pleasure is all mine. I have to say, it's not really my style to wait for someone else to take the initiative, but with you... I was just afraid of doing something wrong. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met and even my nerves started to flutter."
Amy smiled when she heard that. "You're fucking amazing too, you know that?" She placed her left hand on his and guided his palm to the front of her stomach. Gently, Greg rubbed over the blanket of fat. The young man had to stretch his arm quite a bit to reach around the fat woman due to the distance Amy's butt created. He lovingly touched her belly, which spread forward like lazy dough, and traced every roll and fold with his fingertips. Then Amy pressed his hand into her luscious, juicy breasts and Greg was only too happy to reach in. His fingers sank dreamily into the butter-soft, heavenly globes. He could clearly feel that Amy's nipples were rock hard and that she started to breathe heavily under her breasts.
Again the blonde jiggled all the flab on her backside and Greg's big, hard cock twitched joyfully against her fat pads. Amy gently placed one of her bloated legs, covered in enormous rolls of fat, over Greg's. The young man couldn't believe it was all real and not a dream, while Amy's overhanging thigh fat covered his slender legs.
"I can feel something on my ass," Amy breathed lasciviously. "What would you say? Is a second round in?"
Greg was definitely in for a second round. He would never have thought of himself as some kind of sex machine, posing with how many women he could pleasure at the same time or how many times in a row he could cum. He was a normal man, but what this woman was doing to him was no longer normal. Amy turned him on so much and he felt like he could take this fat dream woman for hours. Her overflowing shape, those fabulous hips, legs and buttocks and that beautiful and lustful character. She was made for him and that thought was the most erotic thing of all for the young man and made his long cock hard as steel, ready to thrust again into that ocean of squirming pleasure.
All these thoughts ran through Greg's mind as Amy asked him and his hand massaged her soft tits and he felt her warm blubber all over his body. Just as he was about to answer, a loud grumble sounded in the air and the young man immediately knew what was going on. In fact, he thought he even felt the vibration on Amy's stomach. Laughing, Greg propped himself up on his right elbow and looked down at the beautiful blonde. With his left, he massaged the soft, audibly growling belly of the fat pear again. Amy's cheeks flushed and she turned her head away to hide her pretty face in the pillow.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry," she mumbled into the pillow and Greg was blown away by how incredibly cute this huge woman was.
"I thought I could suppress it long enough. I'm so sorry if I killed the mood. I'm just far too greedy. If I don't eat something every two or three hours..." She broke off as he laughed again. "Hey, give me a break. Ruined the mood? What a load of rubbish. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and that great body is no accident." He slapped Amy's protruding hips demonstratively, making her whole body wobble. "I always found it incredibly sexy when you ate. If you're hungry, just say something. You're my guest and I definitely want to make you happy and I want you to feel comfortable here."
Amy turned her head towards him as far as she could and grinned at him, still slightly flushed.
"Ok...thank you. To be honest...I'm starving already," she confessed, biting her lower lip slightly.
Greg immediately jumped up from the bed and threw his hands in the air. "Why don't you say something girl? I'm afraid I don't have too much here, but I'll get us something right away, don't worry."
Amy got her colossal body moving and rolled onto her other side, moaning and groaning so she could look at Greg.
"Thank you, that sounds great. Although I probably shouldn't eat anything," she said, gripping her wobbling belly fat with one hand. Greg just rolled his eyes and replied: "You're a beautiful woman just the way you are. You're so beautiful precisely because you eat as much as you want and when you want, and I think that's great. I love nothing more than to feed you." He looked at her overflowing, huge body as it spread out on his bed. All that soft, jiggling fat that Amy's body didn't know what to do with and just kept pumping into her ass and swollen thighs until the young woman could no longer stand up at all.
"If anything, I should get you something to bite on as soon as possible before you will lose some of your hot curves," he added with a wink. Amy grinned and wiggled her pot belly around. Greg's cock, which was still standing like a rock, commented on this with another eager twitch.
"That's right, I'm practically skin and bones," the fat blonde replied playfully. Then her eyes fell on Greg's long, hard pipe and she seemed to think while she lasciviously bit her lower lip. This man was totally into her and her overflowing fat deposits, there was no question about that. It was also clear that he liked it when she ate and supplied her body with even more calories to turn it into more flabby fat. She could actually stop pretending to herself and others now and she could finally stop trying to pretend anything to this guy. Amy loved her body and her curves, she stood by them, but it had always been difficult for her to accept that someone liked the way she had become so fat or even...would become even fatter. If the blonde was honest with herself, she had always been looking for something like this and now that she had apparently met a suitable man, she finally had to act.
The fat woman rolled around again and now sat on her gigantic ass on the bed with her legs apart. Amy's sagging belly poured lazily into her lap, her thighs still touching up to her knees, which were swallowed up by rolls of fat. Like a huge mass of jelly, the blonde's ass and her incredible hips spread out over the entire mattress. Her trunk legs, draped with rolls and sacks, were each as wide as three of Greg's put together.
As she lifted her lazy, flabby belly up and down with both chubby hands, she gave Greg the most seductive look her beautiful green eyes were capable of.
"You know what, I think you're right. I'm almost dying of hunger and a big girl like me really needs her food. I mean look at this?" Amy gripped her ample hip rolls with both hands and wiggled them around.
"Not much longer and I'd fit through your front door no problem. That can't be right, I'm almost skin and bones." The blonde opened her sweet mouth and cheekily licked her lips with her pierced tongue. Greg was once again blown away by this show. He simply couldn't believe how submissive and shy this woman was on the one hand and how sexy and downright dirty on the other. But he now had a clear mission and would rob a bank if necessary to get poor growling Amy full and happy.
"Maybe it's okay to give your little friend a bit more of a break. But when I'm full, I always get pretty...hot. I hope we can pick up where we left off," Amy said hopefully as she watched Greg hurriedly get dressed.
Grinning, the young man pulled a T-shirt over his head and replied: "You better believe it. Earlier, that was just...wow. I'll get you something nice to eat and then we can go on." They both gazed at each other and were filled with happiness at having met the other. Amy pushed her luscious breasts upwards and licked her aroused nipples lasciviously with her tongue.
"I'll tell it like it is, I'm fucking hot for you Greg. I'm hungry too, of course, but when we've eaten something, you're due. I need you inside me again." With these seductive words, she let her breasts slap down on her stomach, causing everything about her to tremble.
Completely mesmerized, Greg closed his open mouth again. "Oh man you really are amazing." He turned and walked briskly to his apartment door to put on his shoes.
"I'll be quick. But make yourself comfortable as much as you can. Really, everything that's mine is yours too. Anything you find to eat, you're welcome to take, but I'll bring us something proper for tonight. See you soon." With that, the door slammed shut and Amy was alone in her date's apartment. It amused her how rushed and overzealous Greg had been when he stormed out of his apartment. That he had gone to so much trouble to get her something to eat. Actually, she could just as easily have taken a cab home, but he probably assumed that she would stay here until the next morning. Something Amy had really hoped for. She liked this young man more and more every moment and she sensed that it was the same for him in reverse. If Amy was going to stay here, they could have both just ordered something to eat, but she knew that Greg wanted to show her that he wanted to make an effort for her and that she was worth every trouble to him. The fat blonde really liked that sort of thing and liked to be cared for and appreciated. Perhaps Greg was even planning to cook something nice for her for dinner; she didn't know if he was a talented cook, but with this fantastic overall package, she was almost certain that he was.
The oversized pear dragged herself laboriously to the edge of the bed and heaved her huge legs over the edge. Her hips covered three quarters of the edge of the mattress and everything sloshed lazily over it towards the floor or spread out behind Amy, almost to the middle of the bed. With a long groan, the overweight beauty heaved herself upright and then took two seconds until all her fat masses came to rest and she was able to keep her balance to 100 percent. With small waddling steps, she left Greg's bedroom through the thankfully wide double doors. As Amy waddled through the apartment, careful not to knock anything over with her monstrous butt, she examined Greg's furniture and belongings for the first time. When she had arrived at the apartment, Amy had basically only had eyes for its resident and her whole mind had been filled with the desire to finally feel this great guy's surely magnificent cock inside her. Basically, nothing had changed in these thoughts, but now Greg had gone out to get something to eat and inevitably the fat woman had nothing more to do than wait. She might as well have a look around and get to know the guy who had fucked her to heaven less than an hour ago. On their previous dates, the two of them had of course already had plenty to talk about, but a person's apartment said so much more about their character and personality.
The first thing Amy did, however, was walk into the middle of the living room and bend down with a sigh. She picked up her clothes from the floor and pulled on the huge black panties and her black tank top. She threw her denim shorts onto the couch. In such an airy outfit, especially in summer, it was best to wobble around and the fat woman stroked her insanely wide hips, lost in thought, while she examined Greg's apartment.
All the walls and doors showed their age but were still in perfect condition. Greg's furnishings were simple and fairly minimalist, but that was exactly how she liked it. A large flat screen TV dominated one side of the room and around it were all kinds of consoles, speakers and stacks of DVDs. Amy went through the movies and series and was once again pleased to see how similar her tastes were. She waddled on and looked at more DVDs on the walls until she came to shelves of books. She was actually surprised by the quantity, but she was very glad that Greg liked to read, not least because of her own work as an author, even though she had not yet been able to publish a real novel. The fat blonde also inspected the apartment owner's PC with interest. Amy couldn't tell whether he was a real tech geek, but his setup was pretty impressive and had probably cost a lot of money. She looked at all the video games, figurines, collector's editions and decorations covering the desk. A little nerd, she thought with a grin as she subconsciously rubbed her still growling stomach with one hand.
Amy finally entered the kitchen, having to turn sideways to fit through the door, as she usually did. In fact, her hips protruded a good six inches to either side of the frame when she stood in front of it. Wobbling heavily, she swayed sideways through the door frame, her ass and belly rubbing hard against the wood. A big fridge, which she liked, but otherwise there was nothing remarkable to say about the room. Since Greg had given her explicit permission, she rummaged through some of the cupboards and shelves and found what she was looking for. A couple of snacks would help the fat pear not to fall off the meat until Greg returned. Her flabby arms laden with a bag of chips, gummy bears, peanuts and a pack of marshmallows, Amy squeezed her incredible ass back through the door and waddled towards the couch in the living room. Like a wet sack, Amy dropped all her pounds onto the pitiful piece of furniture, her buttocks immediately spreading like rising dough over the entire upholstered surface. Sighing, she placed all the food she had found on the table in front of her and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her stomach sank heavily into the little space left between her fat-laden thighs so that she could lean forward more easily. Then she grabbed her smartphone, which she laboriously tugged out of the tiny shred of denim from her shorts, which she had not yet covered with her overflowing lower body. Happy to have finally found something to eat, Amy munched away and watched videos on her phone or scrolled through her social networks. In the meantime, the fat girl was enjoying the entire bottle of Coke that Greg had placed on the living room table before she literally rolled over him with all her fat, naked splendor.
Time passed and the pear-shaped beauty munched on her snacks and emptied the bottle of the sweet drink. At some point, she turned on the TV and flipped through the programs while she munched. It wasn't much by her gluttonous standards, but it soothed her tummy a little for a start. The cool cola was especially good for her.
At some point, the fat girl peeked under the surface of the living room table out of curiosity and saw several controllers lying next to the usual odds and ends. At first she hesitated a little, because the fat woman feared that playing with the profiles on his consoles might be a little too private. But Amy quickly brushed this thought aside, after all, she should feel right at home, shouldn't she? So the fat girl started up the Xbox Series X and began to go through the library of installed games, because she wouldn't be getting up to insert a new disk for nothing in the world. Her big ass was anchored too firmly and too comfortably on the wide sofa for that. She quickly found something she liked and the fat girl started playing.
Greg hurried briskly through the rows of shelves in the supermarket around the corner from him. A glance at the cart in front of him made him wonder if he was overdoing it, but then again, Amy was anything but a food lover and if he wanted this stunning beauty in any condition, it was best to have her full and satisfied. He grabbed a box or bag of every snack he passed, plus several cans and bottles of various soft drinks, several liters of different ice creams, cakes, donuts and salty snacks. Just as he was throwing a handful of mini salamis into the trolley, he spotted a special offer next to him with extra hot tortilla chips and nacho cheese dip. Both ended up in Greg's trolley immediately afterwards. For the evening's main meal, he had decided to serve himself and Amy a nice beef steak with fries, oven vegetables and salad. He had packed everything he needed first and had already picked up two good cuts of meat directly from the butcher. As he continued to walk through the aisles in search of the next treat that might please his fat, greedy guest, Greg wondered how Amy was passing the time. He could hardly wait to see and, above all, touch her gorgeous form again. In his mind's eye, the young man saw the hot blonde's swaying, wobbly bottom and bouncing ponytail as he pushed his shopping cart through the rows of the supermarket.
At that very moment, Amy was tying her ponytail again with the rubber band she had fetched from the bedroom. She had finished the game and switched off the TV again. A hodgepodge of empty packets and bags lay on the table and the fat woman rubbed her now somewhat calmer stomach with satisfaction. Amy had actually got up for a completely different and much more urgent reason. The fat pear had finished the whole bottle of Coke and was now slowly but surely feeling the urge to visit Greg's bathroom. Confused, the pear looked around the living room, swinging her colossal backside from side to side. She skimmed over all the tables, shelves and pieces of furniture, examined the many books again and caught sight of the doors to the stairwell and the bedroom one after the other.
"Where's the damn bathroom? This can't be true. Is he peeing out of the window or what?" Amy asked herself, shaking her head and putting her hands on her wide hips, somewhat annoyed. She was already rubbing her fat thighs together, she really needed to go to the toilet quite urgently.
Then Amy saw something and her courage sank noticeably. "Oh no, please don't let it be the bathroom," she said quietly to herself. Then the fat woman waddled slowly towards one side of the living room. There, right between a bookcase and a side table with a few discreet potted plants, was a door. A very narrow door, in exactly the same old-fashioned style as the ceiling, walls and front door. At first Amy hadn't identified the doorway as such, but had thought it was a picture, another shelf or some kind of wall paneling. With a queasy feeling, the blonde stood in front of the closed door. Her hip cushions protruded almost half a meter beyond the wood on either side of the frame. Amy realized how grotesquely wide her body was and how monstrous her backside was, but conversely, this door was simply forbiddingly narrow. How could anyone choose an apartment like this or never think about renovating it with new doors? But she was probably just thinking in her own overweight terms. Sighing, the fat woman stretched out her hand and opened the door. It was indeed the bathroom, and not even a particularly small one. Of course, the room wasn't really designed for ladies her size, but she'd seen worse, and everything was clean and tidy, although she hadn't assumed anything else about Greg. Only this damn door was a huge problem, or rather a problem that was far too small for her.
Amy approached the door frame, gripping it on either side with her small, chubby hands and squeezing her hip fat against it. To the left and right of the pear-shaped beauty, masses pressed against the wood that alone would have been enough for two normally built women. She groaned in annoyance and despair and took another step back. She had constantly scanned her surroundings for suitable chairs, few stairs and corridors she could fit through, but this sexy, nice guy had made her completely forget the rest of the procedure. Of course, it wasn't the best way to start a date if you wanted to go back to his place later to ask if everything in the apartment was adapted to extreme obesity and disproportionate big asses. Still, it would probably have been a better option than standing in front of this bathroom that Amy couldn't possibly get into.
Shaking her legs and ass restlessly, Amy felt her bladder pinching harder and harder. Damn it, she simply had no choice. Somehow she just had to get in there, anything else was unthinkable. Greg should be on his way back by now, but Amy didn't feel like she could hold out much longer if he took much longer. She pulled herself together and turned to the side. In this position, Amy's fat belly protruded quite a bit beyond the door frame. She didn't even want to know what it looked like behind her and how far her ass exceeded the dimensions of the ridiculously narrow door. If only she hadn't stuffed herself with all those snacks, let alone drink all that Coke in the first place, before she'd sorted out the toilet situation. Annoyed and nervous, Amy put her hands on her stomach, which was hanging out from under her black top and spilling over her huge black panties. Then she grabbed her colossal ass cheeks with both hands and felt distressed at how far they stuck out from her actual body. Damn, she really loved her body, every single roll of fat, every single protruding, flabby pound on her. However, this was exactly why it was so important to know where everything was in her surroundings, what size it was and what weight it could take. Amy had forgotten exactly that this time. But it was no use fretting about it any longer, she had to get into that bathroom now!
With small steps, Amy tiptoed sideways and pressed herself against the door frame. At first she pressed both hands on her stomach and tried to somehow squeeze all the sluggish, hanging fat together. The belly fat oozed between her chubby fingers like jelly. The fat woman desperately tried to pull her stomach in, but with her mass and the sluggish, underdeveloped abdominal muscles that Amy called her own, there was no real chance of that. She twisted back and forth and tried to push her hip fat past the wood, her skin and panties rubbing uncomfortably against it. She leaned forward with all her strength and pressed her belly against the frame in front of her. Amy was careful not to squeeze her poor, overflowing breasts. She slowly lost her breath as she pressed herself against the wood and tried to push back her protruding belly on all sides. Panting and gasping, the fat pear reached behind her and felt her bottom. Oh God, this mountain of fat was sticking out so far. She wasn't even close to being able to squeeze through that door. Furious, she tried to wiggle and wobble her way through more vigorously and her whole body went into uproar. With all her might, which wasn't necessarily much despite her enormous mass, Amy continued to try and squeeze her flab through the doorway. Finally, she grabbed her protruding ass cheeks, the right one of which she wanted to use to go first was already pressing painfully into the wood, and squeezed them together as hard as she could. At the same time, she inhaled as deeply as she could and threw all her weight forward. The fat woman actually managed to push her right ass cheek past the door frame. To her own surprise, she was already halfway into the bathroom and her foot, partially covered in fat from her colossal calves, was already standing on the white tiles. But Amy was immediately overcome by a terrible feeling. The fat woman felt quite clearly that she couldn't go on like this. In this position, her ass cheeks practically enveloped the door frame behind her and protruded more than ever to the left and right of the wood. Her gigantic buttocks gripped the doorway into the bathroom like a giant clamp made of pudding. Nervously, almost panicked, Amy shook all her fat and her titanic buttocks wiggled wildly. By now the blonde was completely exhausted and breathing heavily, unable to pull her stomach in significantly again, putting even more pressure on her poor body. She took tiny steps to the sides, but she really couldn't get away, she was truly stuck in that damn door. Angry and desperate, Amy braced her hands against the frame in front of her and tried to push herself out of her predicament any way she could, but she was too exhausted and far too fat to do so. Her feet were starting to hurt again from standing and walking so long today and the uncomfortable position was hurting her stomach and butt. Panicked, she wiggled as hard as she could to possibly get free but her ass cheeks were sticking out way too far to get them back around the damn door frame. Amy was completely and utterly helplessly stuck. Something that usually only happened in the fantasies of some fat lover and yet here she was, on the verge of tears. Not because she was so incredibly fat and lumbering that she couldn't even walk through doors normally, no matter how wide they were, but because she hadn't been paying attention. All this trouble could easily have been avoided. She could only hope that Greg would come back quickly to free her.
