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WWE: Alexa Gains for Liv
🕑 Added 2025-08-07 14:50:15 +0000 UTCAn unscheduled story! I wasn't sure if this would really be people's cup of tea, so I wasn't sure how I wanted to go about releasing it. Hope you all don't mind a professional wrestler getting fat.
Tags: XWG, messy eating, slight stuckage, blob.
--- Chapter 1 ---
“Well, that’s done with.” Alexa Bliss said as she sat on the bench in the locker room. Her thin but curvaceous body was dripping with sweat. It was hard to say if the night had been her best performance, she would let the analysts and commentators decide that, but it had at least been within the top three matches. She was proud of the show she had put on, her usual mix of tantalizing the crowd with her body and using her acrobatic skill. She had been a figure of immense talent within the WWE, showing that Divas did not merely need to rely on their looks. Though, as many had said before, she had those in spades as well. Now, however, it was up to other women to carry the torch. She was finished, ready to retire before the high risk entertainment started to negatively affect her body. Alexa had seen plenty of wrestlers stay in the business too long and ruin themselves. She would play it smart, leave before anything drastic happened to her.
“Amazing!” Alexa’s meditations were interrupted by another woman running into the locker. Liv Morgan, the woman that she had ceded her belt to, came bouncing towards the bench which Alexa occupied. The two women were similar, fashioned well into the model of what the wrestling promotion liked in their female talent. Both were short, neither reaching above 5’4. Liv was ever so slightly taller than Alexa, a fact which she liked to rub in often. Both were curvy, though there was an unspoken softness to Liv. It would have been wrong to call her chubby, but she seemed always on the verge of going a little too far with her weight. The fiendish sweet tooth she nursed was held in check only barely. If anything, Alexa seemed like the more mature version of Liv. Perhaps, that’s why the two had been so inseparable. What had started as light mentorship had blossomed into something much deeper.
“Thanks, you were perfect out there.” Alexa wrapped an arm around Liv as she took her seat. The bench was warmed by the two women’s perfectly shaped rears. Likewise, their lips were soon warmed by each other. The locker room was filled with the sounds of light squelching as they kissed. Blonde upon blonde, the two women embraced each other. Their already tight and skimpy outfits only seemed to grow more so as their hands explored each other. They had spent hours in the ring preparing and executing Alexa’s retirement match, to the point where they had abstained from physical touch. Now, all the other emotions were allowed to come out. They were free to express whatever thoughts they had. “I’m worried though.” Alexa finally broke the kiss.
“Abooooouuut?” Liv was playful, trying to go in for another kiss. She was stopped by a finger to the lips.
“The future.” Alexa blew air out, shrinking just a bit. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do. I’ve been wrestling for so long. What else is there?”
Liv was silent for a moment. Alexa had a look of directionlessness that she had never seen before. Alexa in the ring had always been a small tiger, knowing what she wanted and pursuing it by all means available to her. Liv faltered for a suggestion. “You could always work for the organization.”
“No, I think I want to do something different. . .like. . .really different.” She sighed again. “Wrestling is all I’ve done for years now. I want to find something else, a new way of thinking about myself.”
Liv sat straight, almost shooting up. The words hit her in a funny way, tickling a part of her that she had long tried to keep buried. Liv inched a little closer on the seat, wanting her chunky thighs to touch Alexa’s. They were both warm and slightly sweaty from their match. Alexa’s former belt was around Liv’s waist. The two short, curvy women had almost nothing between them. Liv sensed that it was time for there to be even less, metaphorically if not literally. “You. . .uhhm. . .could get fat?” Liv ventured, saying it as plainly as she could.
“What?” Alexa asked, not sure she had even heard the words correctly. She shook her head and looked at Liv in confusion.
“Alexa, well, I’ve always had this dream. . .” Liv looked at the ceiling and then breathed out. “I’ve always wanted to get fat. . .big. . .round. . .huge.” Liv blushed, tugging on a lock of her hair. “But I couldn’t because of our work. I know its not the same, but with you retiring. . .maybe you could gain weight for me?” She spat the request out, her body charged with lusty adrenaline. Even confessing her secret fantasy was hot.
It was Alexa’s turn to be stunned into silence. She shook her head and blinked, trying to make any sense out of what she was being asked. “So. . .you want. . .” She started, putting pieces together mentally. Liv had always had an appetite and an unstoppable craving for sugar. She could spend entire days laying on the couch eating gas station snacks. Alexa realized that some of the jokes Liv had made during those days hadn’t just been jokes. “So, I’m supposed to live your fantasy for you?” Alexa smiled, squeezing a little bit of belly pudge on Liv’s middle. “You get to be WWE champion and I have to be your hog?”
“No! Well, yes. . .a little. . .” Liv slapped at Alexa’s tickling hands. “Just a little weight, please! If I can’t be chubby. . .I could at least hold someone who is!”
Alexa rolled her eyes. “Fine, I guess that’s something.” She stopped a cheering Liv with another finger. “But I’m NOT getting that big. Twenty pounds at most.” Liv thanked Alexa with another deep hug and even deeper kiss. Alexa allowed herself to be buried by Liv’s affections. It would soon be the other way around.
--- Chapter 2 ---
Liv sat on the edge of her seat, humming with excitement. The dinner table was laden with food, almost to the point where it was spilling off of the sides. Stacks of pancakes with mounds of butter rested next to piles of tater tots and bacon. Liv had worked tirelessly on the meal, frying and battering things until she smelled like half of the items on the table. She had brought herself to rest at the head, perfectly placed to watch Alexa make her entrance. “Leeeeex! Dinner is ready.” Liv called, summoning her girlfriend from the nap she had been taking. “I made breakfast for dinner. . .again!” Liv called once more, knowing that the tantalizing smells were already on their way up to her lover. She soon heard the slow footsteps of Alexa, former wrestler and current feed-pig.
The floorboards of the large house creaked as Alexa made her way downstairs. With the income of two superstars, the pair had purchased a large mansion. For Alexa, it was a place that she and Liv could build a life within. Even if Liv was still highly active on the roster, Alexa could stay home and add the liveable touches. For Liv, it was a space that Alexa could grow into. . .and maybe even out of eventually. Though their deal had only been going on for a summer, Alexa had exceeded the feeder’s wildest expectations. And exceeded them in fantastic fashion. By the footsteps alone it was easy to tell that Alexa had become a porker.
The blonde woman entered the room with one hand on the wall for a bit of balance. As she thickened and widened, Alexa’s center of gravity had started to change. Her confident strut had diminished as her thighs had smashed together. The taut, acrobat’s body she had once possessed was washed away in a flood of calories, leaving behind excessively fat hips and a hanging gut. Thanks to her small stature, Alexa had widened almost instantly. She wore too-tight pajama shorts, which were being vacuumed between her doughy cheeks and a top that hid only her breasts. She walked slowly to the table, one hand on her bouncing belly. The other couldn’t decide if it should fish out her wedgie or try to tug down her shirt. In the end, Alexa simply took her seat without solving either problem. “And when is it not breakfast for dinner?” The fat woman asked, starting to load up her plate.
Liv watched as Alexa’s hammy arms swung back and forth. There was still muscle left, but only enough to add a small amount of definition. Alexa had done nothing for months, besides accepting Liv’s many gifts of food and physical encouragement. The laziness had further eroded any athleticism she had built up. A career of physicality undone by several months of eating, Liv had never been happier with herself. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, so much electricity running through her body that she couldn’t stay still. “So, how does it feel?” Liv asked, elbows on the table and head resting on steepled hands.
“Hot. . .sweaty. . .” She lifted her hammy arms, the fat falling down under the pull of gravity. Alexa was short, giving the newly added fat little place to rest. Every pound she gained rested like two upon her frame, making her far thicker than a taller woman. “I kind of miss seeing my feet.” She stopped and looked down, trying to peer past large breasts and a ballooning stomach. Alexa’s carb heavy diet had left her stomach bloated even though she had gone hours without food. She grabbed first her breasts and then her gut, trying to move them out of the way in order to get a glimpse of her now chubby feet. “I’m guessing they are still down there.” When she looked up again, Liv had vanished from the chair and appeared next to her.
“Yep!” playfully the other blonde tapped her foot on Alexa’s. “Plenty of other exciting things too.” She pressed in close, feeling and squeezing any rolls that she could. Alexa’s hips were her widest feature, perfect for holding buttcheeks which threatened to grow even more immense. Liv squeezed one, feeling its supple and dimpled consistency. Pudding pressed into spherical forms. She kissed Alexa’s face, feeling cheeks that were just as soft as the ones below. Alexa put more of her weight on Liv, letting someone else hold her heft for a while. Her girlfriend took all of it and more, wanting to experience the squishiness on a level greater than mere tactile sense. “Thank for doing this. Even if it is a little frustrating.” She kissed Liv. “you’re living out my dream.”
Alexa’s stomach gurgled, begging for more food. It had been stretched by increasingly large meals, her body becoming more accustomed to ridiculous calorie counts. “Well, your dream is starving.” Alexa found it hard to keep the wry tone out of her voice. Even if it was charitable and for the sake of love, becoming a spoiled fatty was not exactly within her life plans. She put Liv’s hand upon her gut, letting her feel the hunger pangs roaring within her. “Increasingly so, babe.”
Liv almost jumped through the ceiling as she felt the lion’s roar of hunger pass through Alexa’s doughy middle. “You’re. . .amazing. . .” Liv said with wonder. Even if she wasn’t able to get fat, living vicariously through her girlfriend was its own reward. She guided Alexa towards the table, hand on one buttcheek whilst the other took a soft arm. “We can solve this easily. I have extra cooking if this isn’t enough.” She pulled back the chair, plopping Alexa down into it. Alexa’s butt devoured the chair, leaving no space. She was at the head of a carb heavy, sugary feast fit only for a gaining queen. Pangs of fear ran through her, she had still not been able to adapt to the new lifestyle. Firstly, She was afraid that she was going to eat everything on the table. Secondly, she was afraid it would not be enough to satisfy her cravings.
--- Chapter 3 ---
“Tell me. . .BBBLLUUUURRRUUP. . .you brought me. . .something?” Alexa asked, months later. She was laying on the bed, her body resting like a mountain range upon the mattress plain. Doubling in weight was something left to the professionals and stars of gaining. Alexa had now done that three times over. 600 pounds of woman rested on the bed, bringing the frame within inches of its life. Alexa stared up at the ceiling, only able to tell that Liv had entered the room because the door hit the stopper. All the former Diva could see was her white ceiling and the pale pudge threatening to obscure it. Several failed attempts of sitting up in a row did little to change the vision. Alexa was in the bed, fat practically melding with it. Her face burned with an embarrassed blush. “I swear. . .UUUURRUP. . .I’m not. . .hungry.”
“Kinda doubt that.” Liv took a knee and kissed her girlfriend’s cheek. She squeezed in far, taking the sliver of mattress left. Alexa’s was far wider than she was tall at this point. Though still mobile, a person could be forgiven for assuming otherwise. When she lay down, Alexa took on a particularly beached look. Liv renewed her kisses, watching Alexa’s mound of belly fat slosh back and forth. At the apex there was just a hint of redness from the previous stuffing. “You have the best fat girl instincts I’ve ever seen.” Liv’s compliments were strange these days. Alexa knew they were intended to flatter, but only for a woman with Liv’s particular predilections.
“Uh, YOU have fat girl instincts.” Alexa huffed, crossing her arms over swollen breasts. “I, on the other hand, have cankles and a tummy ache.” Alexa turned her head, her lips pulled into a pouty frown. Her hands went to her belly mound, sinking into the deliciously cultivated fat. For as thick as her fingers had grown they were infinitesimal when compared to her wobbling middle. She worked them over the tortured fat, trying to reduce the stuffing pangs. Liv had filled her up earlier, finding out just how many burgers and bacon wrapped brats the obese woman could eat. In truth, both women had lost count, but the assumed tally was nothing short of impressive. Alexa had a once in a generation appetite. It was hard to see how she had ever managed to stay as skinny as she had. Liv had unleashed a beast upon the culinary world, one which she still sought to nurture.
“Awwww, poor baby.” Liv’s lips moved Alexa’s belly. She set the plate of cannolis near Alexa’s pillow, like a decorative stuffed animal. Her full attention was turned to Alexa’s aching gut. Liv started with kisses and light petting. “There’s no way you are full though.” She smooshed her face into the living mound of fluff, rubbing her nose in all that she had built out of Alexa’s body. She had once fantasized about the opposite scenario, with her too fat and full to move and Alexa prodding her to eat more. Liv was almost ashamed to admit she preferred what was happening now. She had never considered the beauty of being a feeder, her hands and loving attention guiding the body of her girlfriend to heftier and more cumbersome weights. “You had three trays of lasagna last night.” Liv whispered into Alexa’s belly. “I think you can handle one plate of cannolis. . .for me.” She added the last line, feeling like a kid on Christmas.
“BBBBLLLEEERRUUP.” Liv was given a mildly resentful belch in response. Alexa’s heavy poundage moved under the force of the releasing gas. Liv was about to say something else, but then she heard the crunch of Alexa’s chubby mouth cracking open the first of the Italian treats. “Mmmmgghph. . .uuuggghmmphp. . .mmmhph.” Alexa did not communicate in anything other than sloppy mouth noises, making her actions highly apparent to the woman massaging her lower belly folds. Shudders traveled through Alexa’s fat and into Liv as she felt the physical toll of gluttony. Alexa moved and ate like a bear, her movements big and resounding even considering her short stature. The bed creaked. Liv snuck a sneaky hand under the falling curtain of gut fat. “Oh!” Alexa jolted in surprise.
“Just a little reward. Something for us both to enjoy.” Liv said. Alexa and her both settled down to their tasks. Each enjoying what had been given to them, though one of the ladies was a little more honest than the other.
--- Chapter 4 ---
Lights and music played as the wrestlers made their entrance. Alexa couldn’t tell what their names were or their records. The costumes were bright and garish, perfect for the sport. There was something familiar, little feelings that tickled the back of her mind. It was all more proof of how disconnected she had become from the sport and career that had built her name and brand. Now, after a constant deluge of calories and feasts, she didn’t know much beyond her own vast weight and size. 726. That had been the number that morning. Alexa had been led to the industrial scale Liv had purchased, her fat hands gripping the support bars attached to the sensitive metal plate. Now, waddling to her spot in the arena, Alexa wished she had those same support bars.
“How. . .uuuggh. . .musscch. . .further?” Alexa wheezed, her hand gripping the cane that had been offered to her by the stadium staff. She had been given a nice seat, though one in the crowd, and getting to it was rather difficult. She waddled through the tight stadium seating, her butt knocking against the smaller people she came across. Alexa was undoubtedly the fattest person in attendance, if not the largest. It was a miracle she was standing without the aid of a cane or walker, though the greater miracle was that any clothes still fit her.
Her large, bubbly, dimpled shelf butt had been shoved into a pair of bright red shorts. She was too big for panties now and tired of the effort it took to put them on. Her sagging thighs rubbed together sensually. They never left contact these days, no matter how far apart Liv spread them. Her wall of drooping gut fat slapped against her knees, if not her shins. The tongue of pale fat lapped out to dribble sweat and food stains on the ground. Even Alexa’s breasts, always her smallest part, had been utterly blessed by the excessive weight gain. The white shirt she wore was little more than a sports bra, the words “damage” written in the middle stretched and warped to a comical degree. Her arms had ripped the sleeves, spilling their cellulite defined goods into the open air of the stadium. Alexa plodded along though, ignorant or uncaring of her looks. It was her gift to Liv, one that she had gotten comfortable giving. Certainly, being the fattened pig of the WWE’s current top diva had its benefits.
“Your seats, Ma’am.” The worker said, putting a judgemental amount of emphasis on one particular word. It was understandable, given that Liv had reserved five seats for Alexa. Four were necessary, but the fifth was to add some comfort to her blonde whale. “If you need any assistance. . .don’t hesitate to ask.” The worker had a hard time getting the words out. Only receiving the barest information from her boss, it was hard to see why she should cater to the immense pig waddling her way into the seats. Alexa nodded as she passed, unable to speak while concentrating on the final few steps. Her feet slammed down with hundreds of pounds of fat behind them, fine control long gone. Elephants, hippos, and rhinos all had mechanisms to control their bulk. . .Alexa had none. She fell into the seats, butt and back fat splashing over the back of the seats. She fanned her face, getting ready to speak. The worker already knew the question. “Your food will be out shortly.” With that, the worker turned and left Alexa to her viewing of the night’s sports entertainment.
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“Mmmmgghph. . .WOOOOOOO. . .BBBBLLLEEERRRRUUUP. . .get her. . .OOOOURRRUUP. . .Honey!” Both Alexa and Liv were well into their work for the night. Liv was in the ring, fighting a match against the biggest woman on the roster, Nia Jax. Meanwhile, Alexa was in her seats, doing everything to make Nia look small and svelte. Nia was bigger only in height to Alexa, though the blond was now twice as wide as the Samoan woman. Alexa knew Liv couldn’t see or hear her, but she liked to think that the noises of sloppy eating and belching reached her. Certainly, they drew eyes and ears from the people around her. Alexa had not stood the entire time, her legs too pathetically weak for that. At best, she rocked on the massive beanbag buttcheeks she was sporting. When Alexa rolled forward, her stomach pressed upon the ground. Her arms cradled the array of hotdogs, burgers, and chicken tenders, she pressed her face down into them, eyes still trained on the ring. “Mmmggghph. . .oooohhhgggmhp. . .COME ON. . .BBBLLLEERRUUP. . .Liv!”
Alexa watched with a mixture of awe and lust. Liv’s short, curvy body did things that Alexa was incapable of. Even a small waddle now bore a great risk for the massive woman, a single stumble could mean tweaking her knee and a month of recovery. At some point in the match, Liv mounted the turnbuckle. She stood, feet on or near the ropes, hyping the crowd up. Alexa, meanwhile, struggled just to balance both buttcheeks across all five of her chairs. Liv perched like a butterfly, Alexa sat like a bear ready for hibernation. Her ass squeezed into any available free space, bending and warping the chairs. “Wow. . .” Alexa gaped as Liv flipped off the ropes and onto Nia. “What. . .mmmgghph. . .would it. . .mmmgghph. . .be like. . .to do that. . .” The morbidly obese woman mumbled, seemingly ignorant of her own past.
“You look like you’re running low, Ma’am.” The small attendant had returned. She was a quarter of Alexa’s size, dressed well in a clean uniform as opposed to Alexa’s baptism by grease. There was obvious contempt in the other woman’s eyes. The idea of waiting on such a corpulent, slovenly woman was an insult. . .even for a ticket taker at a wrestling event.
Alexa was about to respond, but her eyes were drawn towards the ring. Liv was about to pin Nia. The ref was about to complete the countdown. Alexa clapped, her curtains of bicep fat swinging into her breasts and naked belly. Sprays of sweat went everywhere. Yet, the celebration was done even before the count was finished. Alexa leaned back tired and wheezing from the exertion. The attendant forgotten momentarily, she wiped sweat from her face and scanned the crowd. They were wall cheering and taking pictures. Save for the couple just in front of her. She could hardly see them past her beluga belly. Rather, her eyes lighted on the phone screen. Alexa was able to see herself in it. More specifically, her wide thighs and gut draining between them. Transfixed by how huge she was, Alexa stared at the phone screen whilst the couple sought their perfect photo. The crowning moment came when it tilted up enough for Alexa to see her face. It was heavy and round, resting on two large chins. Alexa couldn’t even recognize herself. The goddess of the WWE had become a goddess of gluttony, erasing her past self completely. She felt a tinge of pleasure deep between her thighs.
“Ma’am!” The attendant snapped.
“Yes. . .MUCH. . .MUCH more. . .BBBBBBOOOOO-OOOOEERRRUUUUP!” Alexa finished with a blech.
--- Chapter 5 ---
“Liv. . . baby. . .I HAVE to get. . .bigger.” Alexa said later that night. It was a rare time where she was on top in the bed. Liv was almost completely hidden from view, only her head popping out from under a tidal wave of gut fat. Alexa gyrated as best she was able, greasy sandwich in hand. Even Liv was taken aback by the increase in gluttony. Alexa had begged three times to stop on the way home, packing her belly fuller and fuller. There seemed to be no end to her fat. She gyrated as best as she could, almost falling off of Liv as her breasts and belly sloshed about. “Make. . .mmmgghph. . .me. . .fatter!” She cried loudly, trying to shake the house with both her voice and body.
“You know I’m going to do that.” Liv said then kissed Alexa’s lowest bellyfold. “Another hundred pounds, easy!”
“More!” Alexa said, looking down with feverish eyes. The bed was close to collapsing and her long hair was slipping out of the loose bun it had been in. “I need. . .to be. . .bigger!”
“Well. . .300 more then?” Liv asked, her excitement evident from the hand snaking under Alexa’s gut and headed towards her thighs.
Alexa wanted to keep gyrating, but had to give up. She fell over, landing on her side in a crash that popped several of the mattress springs. “Double. . .triple. . .my. . .weight.” She gasped, face red as a cherry. “Make me. . .the biggest. . .fattest. . .goddess.”
“Will do, Love. Will do.”
--- Several Fattening Years Pass ---
“LIIIIIIIIIIV! My. . .BBBBOOOOOOOORRRUUOOP. . .feeding. . .tank. . .isscch. . .empty. . .” Alexa whined, the house still shaking after her belch. The explosion of sound and food tinged wind had sent rumblings through both the foundations and her own fat. Large slow ripples traveled down the breadth of a body that had grown to fill an entire room. Alexa had indeed tripled her weight, becoming the living blob of fat that she and Liv had dreamed of. It was nothing short of breathtaking to view her. The house had been completely renovated in order to fit Alexa, the various machines needed to feed her, and her cleaning equipment. All roads within the house led to Alexa. She rested in the middle of the ground floor, her fat spilling out into hallways and rooms. More than a living mattress, she was a pile of ever jiggling gelatin. “BBBBOOOOOORRRRUUP. . .Liiii-HIIIIIVVV!” As with any goddess, Alexa hated to be kept waiting.
Rather than being seen, Liv was felt first. Alexa giggled as she felt soft, small hands and feet sinking into her buttcheeks. Liv had to climb her way up Alexa’s folds, treating it almost like a balancing game at a fair. The prize for winning was reaching Alexa’s lips and succulent chin folds, the cost of failure was falling backwards and into the cavernous asscrack looming behind her. There was little downside in Liv’s mind. Alexa, meanwhile, moaned and giggled as she felt her fat toyed with. She panted like a dog as she was given an impromptu massage, with Liv’s hands and feet working oft untouched fat. Liv could spend days working Alexa’s bulk and not cover everything. By the time the skinny woman did reach Alexa’s mouth, the blob was covered in fresh sweat and moaning openly. Liv slid between breasts that were quickly becoming couches, her small body dwarfed by those alone.
“Hey skinny.” Liv teased, locking lips before Alexa could respond. Kissing was about all the immense woman could do anymore. Her fingers were too thick and cumbersome to move properly, her arms having long become ringed donuts of fat. Alexa’s physical autonomy had become orally centered. As with all things, she had adapted well. Though Liv was the lusty aggressor, she was soon overpowered by Alexa. All Liv could do was hold on to Alexa’s neckfolds, now the size of spare tires, and wait for the amorous blob to tire herself out. In the meantime, the room was filled with the squelching of blubber and plump lips sucking.
For as sweet as it was, it did not take long for Alexa to wear herself out. She collapsed back into herself, her round face and chin folds a droplet in a pond of adipose. All Alexa could feel was her body moving and what it was bumping into. Her buttcheeks hammered the walls behind her, slowly and steadily breaking them down. Meanwhile, her belly was crushing and flattening many mattresses and pillows. Alexa’s golden hair, now grown into flowing rope, drifted in front of her hair. She had to wait for Liv to push it back. Alexa’s buried hands tried to move, vestigial instincts acting up, but she could only feel the bulky sausages rubbing against themselves. Liv was the only means by which Alexa could function now, down to the simplest task. “How come. . .no. . .BBBBBOOOOOORRRRUUP. . .food?” Alexa asked with a slight quiver of her lips.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Liv scooped up what she could of her lover’s fat. It amounted to very little in the grand scheme of her body. “I mean, isn’t all this enough?”
“NO!” Alexa bellowed, her eyes wide. “Liiiiiiv. . .don’t. . .teascche. . .meh!” The needy goddess whined. The house seemed to respond, rumbling and groaning as it tried to support the weight placed upon its joints. “I. . .wanna. . .get bigger.” Alexa spluttered her usual request. That and suggestions for food were never far from her plump lips. “Another room. . .Liv. . .I know. . .HOOORRR-LUUURRRUP. . .I can. . .do. . .itsscch.” Thoughts of growth excited the blonde like nothing else, save for Liv’s special touch and feedings. Alexa pursued fattening with the same fervor that she had once gone after wrestling with. Though she often forgot her time in the ring, even her days of rare mobility, Alexa had never lost the passion.
“I think we could manage that.” Liv slid down, falling towards the endless gut rolls and sloping hills that were Alexa’s thighs. She was drowned in blubber, feeling the tidal surges within her girlfriend’s body. “Just make sure you bring those fat girl instincts!” Liv teased. She always had known she could bring the best out of Alexa. And, by all signs, the best was yet to come.
