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Clark's Adventures With a Slobby Lois Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-10-27 17:30:08 +0000 UTCTags: Gas, Light slob, Sex, Blob/immobile
Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/clarks-with-lois-113028767
Here is part 2! Hope you all enjoy!
--- Candlelit Dinner ---
Clark sat across from Lois, watching her body eat up the Metropolis skyline. Somehow, she had managed to squeeze 800 pounds worth of woman into a black dress. Rolls upon rolls ate up the fabric, making sure there was no bit of slack across the fabric. The dress could have been used as a sail or perhaps as a circus tent, for all the fabric that had gone into its creation. Lois had saved just a little money by forgoing sleeves. Instead her sloppy bingo wings were allowed to hang loose and slap against her drooping under arm fat. Clark watched as ripples transferred from the black dress to her naked arm and back again. Lois ate wildly, grabbing fistfuls of anything that was near her. The entire table was fair game, even the meager meal that Clark had ordered. Lois would swamp the table with her fat, leaning forward to steal from him. Besides living up to a heroic ideal, Clark allowed the incursions onto his plate because of the occasion. It was Lois’ birthday.
“Mmmmghphh. . .BBBBLLOOORRRUUP. . .you know. . .I’m not really. . .mmmgghph. . .into scheee food.” Lois made a thoughtful observation with and entire school of fried shrimp hanging out of her mouth. Her appetite was as unhinged as her jaw, neither allowing anything to pass by. She forced her short legs to push her forward. The many chairs she sat on groaned in relief as she moved. Clark had to use his x-ray vision to even count them all. Six chairs struggled to hold Lois’ sweaty mass. Their relief was short lived as she plopped back down. They would only struggle more as she continued on her reckless birthday binge. Panko flakes littered her mouth and the top of the dress as she finished off the fried shrimp. Without waiting, Lois began forking sushi rolls into her mouth. It was only the barest shreds of etiquette that saw her use chopsticks rather than a fork or her bare hands. Three more rolls disappeared before Clark could push more food down to his date. She wiggled and jumped merrily in her seat, prepping herself for a serving bowl’s worth of lobster bisque.
“You sure? I swear we’ve been to a couple sea food places.” Clark smiled, leaning on one hand.
“BBBOOORRUP. . .oh Clark. . .HLLLOOORRRUUP. . .we’ve been everywhere!” Lois threw up her arms. The table was showered in sweat, grease, and whatever bits of food clung to Lois’s hands. She dropped them seconds later, struggling to keep them aloft for so long. Their landing caused another shower. The obese Korean woman was tired from the movement, needing to rest. She huffed, wiping her forehead with the back of an arm too fat for the stylish gloves that came with her dress. Lois’ peppy, short hair had been plastered to her forehead. Her arm helped lift it back up into the air, but made it messier than usual. Lois had a wild look, one that matched what was happening in her stomach and mind. She slumped in the chairs, letting her stomach settle. She was judging if she had the strength to keep eating. Certainly, she had the appetite.
“Have we really been everywhere?” Clark teased. He felt especially bold watching his hog of a girlfriend struggle against her own appetite. “Maybe we should take a tour to make sure?”
“BBBBOOOOOOORRRUUP. . .haaah. . .you’re. . .on!” Lois mouthed, having to whisper. She had intended to begin and end her night at the same restaurant, but it seemed that Clark had other ideas. “Jussccht. . .help me. . .bbbooorrup. . .up!”
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Clark had never seen a woman who resembled a farm animal more than Lois. She currently stood at the bar of a trendy, new restaurant in Metropolis, waving her arm to get more beer. The bartender tried to ignore the loud, morbidly obese woman, afraid that she might ruin the image they were trying to craft. Other partygoers, sleek and stylish women with zero traces of fat on their frames, looked at her with disgust. Whether through hunger or sheer determination, Lois paid them no attention. “Heeeeey! I’ve been. . .waiting!” The obese woman rocked on her heels, swinging an arm back and forth. Her bulk, far wider than she was tall, rested mostly on the bar. Even though Lois was standing, her hips fell over onto the chairs next to her. “Beeeer pleaaaaase!” She flapped a hand at the server, spraying sweat over the counter. Clark sighed, knowing that a little intervention was in order.
“Hey, could I get two of those?” Clark pushed next to Lois and pointed at one of the pull handles. He knew that Lois wasn’t particularly choosy when it came to beer or food. Anything that filled her up was accepted and encouraged. The bartender, quick to serve anyone that was not the slobbish hog barking at him, quickly poured the beers and took Clark’s money. The large mugs sloshed over the table as they slid. Clark caught them with impeccable grace. He scooted them over to Lois, looking at one of the girls that had been so rudely judging his girlfriend. “Got to take care of the missus.” Clark gave one of Loi’s floppy shoulder rolls a squeeze. She gave a burbuling laugh, already starting to down the beers. The world started to spin as she quickly quaffed the alcohol. Despite her body mass, Lois was still every bit of a lightweight. The room started to blur and time dilated.
Lois had a hard time remembering large swathes of the evening, but Clark was around for every moment. He watched Lois stuff herself at every opportunity. She hauled him to restaurants both new and old, particularly those that were greasy and quick. Burritos bigger than her head, pizzas as wide as her girthy stomach, and entire buckets of wings were devoured by the obese woman. She washed them all down with whatever drink was on hand, particularly whatever was alcoholic in nature. Her stomach bloated and grew with each meal, straining against the dress that clung to her sweaty skin. The already tight dress was becoming absolutely suffocating, biting deep into her skin. This, however, would not stop Lois from consuming everything in her path. She was a tour of destruction, a meaty cannonball bent on celebrating her birthday with the most debauched series of meals possible. On several occasions Lois remembered falling, her flabby rear crushing anything that was beneath her. It was only Clark’s strong arms that hauled her up again. Lois would thank him before hobbling off for the next meal.
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It wasn’t until much later than Lois regained consciousness. The food in her stomach had absorbed enough of the alcohol that she could at least return to some level of sobriety. She woke to find herself on the roof of a building in Metropolis, surrounded by full pizza boxes.
“Ooooollllrrruup. . .Claaarrk. . .HOOOORRRUUP. . .what isscch thisscch?” Lois asked, dazed from her wild gluttony. She tried to move and discover that she was housed on several lawn chairs bolted together. Further, she realized that her dress was too tight to move. Beyond painted on, it had become a vice. “Uuurrrggggh. . .” Lois groaned, trying to shatter the dress. She pressed her stomach forward, intent on using its girth to test and break the stitching. While the dress held up admirably, it eventually snapped. Lois’ belly slopped forward like a pale mudslide, claiming new territory. FRRRRPPPPPTTT! To claim her victory, Lois let some of the building gas within her stomach free. She was already starting to feel more mobile. Thankfully, as always, she had Clark to help her.
“Hey, managed to wake up.” Clark reached down and pulled Lois up. She marveled at his strength. No matter how fat she got or how many times he had to haul her up, Clark never seemed to run out of energy. She was brought to her feet, the building shaking a little bit as she landed. Lois pushed close to Clark, still dizzy after all the drinks. “I was a little afraid that you would sleep until morning.” The tall man walked Lois back, bringing her towards the railing of the building. Wind whipped around the two. Lois laughed as the moving currents of air stroked her fat stomach. She tucked herself into Clark, hiding her face and stomach in his iron-hard chest. He, inturn, put a strong arm around her back. Clark smiled as he felt the thick rolls of fat which decorated Lois’ body. One hand fumbled for the railing, guiding the pair to a stopping point. “I was afraid you’d miss the view.”
Lois peeped around Clark’s shoulder, looking out at the city. She sniffed, preferring to look at something else instead. “I think there are better sights.” She looked up at Clark, smiling crossing her face. She rubbed her stomach against his, knowing she had him pinned. “I bet you could even take us to some. . .Superman.” Lois, in her inebriated state, decided to spring a trap she had long been planning.
“S-Superman?” Clark gasped, fumbling for his glasses. “I think you have me confused with another guy.”
“I absolutely don’t!” Lois pushed forward, not allowing Clark to move. Her vast mass spread out along him, enveloping his muscles under a soft and thick blanket. She tried to fish through his clothes, reaching for a suit she knew would be beneath. It was the only way that things made sense. Lois squatted down, thrusting her heavy, dimpled ass out backwards. The dress ripped again, bursting from the pressure upon it. Her butt spread even further, clapping and shuffling back and forth. There was a liquid sheen upon Lois’ butt, a halo effect coming from the sweat that drained from her back rolls. Too drunk, lusty, and intrigued to pull back, Lois continued pushing at Clark’s chest. Her body rolled like the swells of an ocean, constantly flowing. His shirt started to come up, showing a strange blue fabric beneath! “Aaaaah-Haaaa!” Lois, assured of her victory, pushed forward with even more force. However, the railing could not support so much weight.
Clark and Lois toppled over backwards, their bodies falling through the railing. Lois screamed, feeling wind pass through her flab. The force of the freefall further ripped her dress, finishing what her fat had begun. She was left nearly naked, tatters clinging to her figure, hurtling towards her doom. She could only see the street below her. It rushed up to meet her. . .until it did not. Lois, heart still pounding, was left floating in the air.
“You really are the best reporter for a reason.” Clark’s voice was calm and even a little happy. He held Lois up by her thick ankle. With little trouble he flipped his obese girlfriend around, now free to use all of the strength that his Kryptonian heritage granted him. “Though, maybe you could have chosen a better testing method.”
“Clark! Superman! Clark!” Lois, still trying to process the previous couple seconds, hugged her superhero boyfriend tightly, she nuzzled into his body; fat obscuring much of Clark. Though she had been seconds away from death earlier, she recovered quickly. “Ooooh I knew it!” She gloated. Flllllrrrrrrrrt! Gas exploded from her rear, the residuals of the stress she had just undergone. Her body shook, jiggling in its nearly naked state. “Ah. . .sorry about that.” It was unclear if Lois meant the accidental plunge off the building or the equally accidental fart.
“Ah, it’s ok.” Clark kissed Lois. He didn’t really care what she was apologizing for. “Happy to help out no matter what.” He smiled.
“Clark. . .I really love you.” Lois followed up. “Like, really-really love you.” She hugged him, wrapping blubbery arms around his bulky torso. “But I have something to ask.” Clark looked at her curiously. “I love being fat too. Please, will you make me even bigger? Like, absolutely enormous!” Lois tugged on Clark’s coat.
Clark, taken aback slightly, tried to bury his surprise. Though he had guessed Lois’ fetish long ago, this was the first he had actively been brought into it. He swallowed, trying to weigh his obvious attraction against the values he had been raised with. “S-sure!” He said, starting to fly Lois up towards the waiting pizzas. There would be plenty more celebrating that night.
--- Happy and Huge ---
FFFFLLLLLRRRRRRTTT! The large fart ripped though the room, jiggling Lois awake. Barrel sized arms struggled to reach for the ceiling. The sensation of waking up was almost like drowning to Lois. It was like she was falling through her own fat, immersed in a world of jiggles and bounces. Flabby bicep pancakes dragged across sweaty breasts. BLLLRRRRT! Another blast of gas shook the obscenely fat woman. She gasped, seeing nothing but a sea of pink blubber. Her flailing slowed quickly. Lois was forced to calm down by her body. The effort that went into even the smallest movement was immense. Sustained movement was impossible, taxiing both physically and mentally. Lois was forced to take stock of her surroundings, again remembering the life that she now lived. A beautiful life of excess and gluttony.
Lois filled the bed she lay in. Her vast folds were propped up by pillows, blankets, and a specially shaped mattress. She was far too fat to lay down, as she would spend the entire night throwing folds out of her mouth. Rather, she rested upon the quilted throne and crushed the supports with her weight. She was naked, unable to find clothes that could stretch across her bulk. Instead her flab was allowed to spread as it pleased. Her hips flooded over the sides of the bed whilst her breasts tucked themselves under her hammy arms. Lois’ stomach flopped forward, seeking the lowest point at all times. It barreled over her tanker legs, spreading them apart. Lois’ body glistened with sweat, the heat radiating off of her as a sweltering steam. She might have slept with a modesty sheet, but that would have disappointed her viewers.
There were a myriad of cameras pointed at Lois’ bed, installed to facilitate the constantly running livestream. The days of being an intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet were far behind Lois’ expansive behind. So, she instead used her most available resource to drum up monetary support: her fat. Lois entertained the fetishists of the world with her livestreams. They captured her life nearly around the clock. Spread throughout the house, cameras watched Lois as she ate, slept, and struggled to move between activities. Even now, devoted followers watched as the half ton woman struggled out of her bed. “BBBBLOOOORRRRUUP. . .time to. . .get going.” Lois wheezed, only barely awake enough to move. With a scratch of her gut, she started the laborious process of moving.
Lois looked even more incomprehensibly fat when she moved. Her rolls shifted and fought with each other, their battles slowing even the limited movements she could make. Locomotion for the obese Korean woman started with generating momentum. Anything more involved that dragging her fat hands to her face required her to rock back and forth. The bed squealed and groaned under her flabby ass as she threw her bulk foward. Lois’ gut had long divided into two pancake rolls, ones big enough to be used as blankets or even sheets for a small bed. Breasts that had finally been given the size and girth their owner had desired were squashed upon the upper plateau of gut fat. Lois huffed and puffed, sweat rolling down her face as she brought her voluminous, spongy body fully upright. “Ooooohhh. . .” FLLLLRRRRRT! She farted, gas squeezed out by the compression of her gut.
Minutes later, Lois had managed to get her feet on the floor. Her legs were so swaddled with plush bulk that her ankles were entirely hidden. Hanging folds had claimed much of the back of her feet. Lois, eagerly giving a show to her invisible audience, wiggled her butt as she made a grab for the mobility bar hanging just above her head. A spray of sweat was launched into the air as she thrust her arms forward. They clasped the steel rod, the only implementation that could help her stand. Lois grunted, forcing the trace amounts of muscle she still possessed to work. The floor bent underneath her as she stood. Nearly 1200 pounds of woman rose off of the crushed and flattened mattress. Normally, Lois would have languished in bed longer, but today she was celebrating her and Clark’s anniversary. She wanted to be in place by the time he got home. Love powered Lois’ body far more than muscle did. She strained, forcing her body fully up. When she finally stood, her stomach was roaring with hunger. Lois thumped her way towards the living room, eager to satiate her hunger.
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“Surely Smallville. . .won’t mind. . .if I get up and moving. . .a little early.” Lois wheezed as she backed her body up to her sofa. It was the only piece of furniture that had not been completely destroyed. The rest of the apartment had been turned into a graveyard for chairs and couches. The crushed heaps littered the corners of every room. Lois kept them as set decoration, something to entertain her lusty viewers. She had mentally cataloged each one. Thus, she was well aware when Clark surreptitiously cleaned some of the mess. He would sneak away bits of the furniture at night, quietly helping to keep order in the apartment. Though, Lois did her best to create chaos. Nearly bedbound, she had only a few tricks to resort to, but they were old favorites. “AAAAAAAAAH! There!” She exclaimed, flopping into the ruins of the couch. The apartment shook as Lois crashed down with tsunami-like force. Lois got comfy, rubbing her butt into the shattered couch. As she settled into her own immensity she noticed the food pile.
It was nearly as large as Lois was in both height and width. It was a monument to gluttony that could have only been erected by superhuman hands. Clark, speeding through the city, had picked up unending orders to deliver back to Lois. It was undoubtedly Lois’ anniversary present. The oils coalesced and ran down the mountain of food, pooling onto the floor below. Lois traced the rivers of flowing grease, seeing where they made little lakes in certain spots. Food was stacked at random, fused together by melted cheese. The entirety of the fast food industry of Metropolis was on display within the pile. It was crowned by bottle sticking out of the top, a little gummy ontop. “Ooooooh. . .Claaaarrrrk!” Lois squealed as she lurched towards the pile. She allowed her fat to fall forward. She became one with the food, hugging it as she might her superpowered lover. Lois’ last conscious thought was to pop the gummy into her mouth and then slurp down the soda. After that, it was all voracious eating.
Lois was lost within the food. She ate her way through it with little regard for order or manners. Within the wall of food individual dishes were impossible to distinguish. It was all warm and gooey, spread thick with all manner of sauces and condiments. What might have been nachos gave way to pizza and then to subs. It was a never ending tapestry of taste and sensation. The pile seemed to be a living entity. For as much as Lois pushed her way into it, the seething pile pushed back at her. At times it felt as if a gigantic arm was jamming sustenance into her mouth, burying her alive with what she craved above aught else. Her body, what could be seen at least, was covered in stains of sweat and food. Grease made her shiny and slippery. Her hands fumbled over food, her gigantic belly sliding further down the pile. Yet, all of Lois’ struggling only brought more food falling into her mouth.
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“Ommmgghph. . .BBBBRRRUUUUUP. . .hope. . .bbblluuurrup. . mmmghph. . .Clark doescchn’t. . .mind!” Lois spoke through the endless feast. Though the food had been Lois’ gift for the anniversary celebration, she guessed that her loving husband wouldn’t mind her getting started early. Surely, Clark wanted her as fat and heavy as possible for later. Lois moaned, thinking of both her skyrocketing weight as the fucking that would come. Despite his shy demeanor, the Kansas farm boy was avaricious in bed. A rumble passed through Lois. Her first thought was that it was hunger prompting her to return to eating, but then it came again. Stronger than the first time, the next rumble shook even the food around Lois. She groaned, stopping her eating early; a grave sign that something was off. “Whaaaat. . .bbbblluuurruup. . .isscch thisssch?” She asked, trying to move her hands towards her stomach. Though she strained, her hands never met with her gut. Instead, they were pushed back by an advancing tide of fat. Lois was growing. Her body was blowing up rapidly.
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“Alright! Time to get Lois up and out of bed!” Clark said as he mounted the final steps to the apartment. He had done a quick sweep of the city, making sure that any obvious signs of trouble were taken care of. At least, for the moment, Superman could be allowed to rest and tend to his love life. Clark felt his love live stirring in his pants. His cock was already hard, just imagining Lois eating put him in a state of ecstasy. His final few steps towards the door were stiff and robotic as he tried to hide the overwhelming excitement within him. He grasped the handle, already calling out for his wife. The words and door were lost in an explosion of warm blubber.
Clark was pushed back by the rolling tide of blubber. It was only his superhuman reflexes that saved him from going over the side of the building. The oozing tide of sweaty fat pushed outward endlessly, rolling both under and over top of him. Clark was lost in an avalanche of fat. Afraid to be seen using his powers, his only option was to crawl his way out. He pushed upwards, setting aside the gigantic rolls with ease. Fat moved against him like waves at the beach, with Lois’ body constantly stacking more flab atop itself. The stiffness in his pants only grew more intense as he was immersed in the world of sweaty bulk. It was hard to not begin the lovemaking early. Clark at least wanted to talk to Lois first. Using his x-ray vision, he pierced through the fat, seeking a way to his wife. She lay at the center of the mass, still desperately trying to stuff food into her mouth as she continued to grow. Clark suppressed a laugh and began to crawl his way forward.
“Loooois!” Clark called when he was at the top of his wife’s fat. His back pressed against the ceiling. From atop the living field of blubber, he could see her buttcheeks pressing against the windows. They crowded the room for any final space, trying to find whatever freedom they could. Lois had seemingly stopped growing, but that was only temporary. As soon as the food within her digested more, the growth spurts would start anew.
“BBBBLOOOOOOUURRUUP! Claaaaark!” Lois yelled back. It was telling that she did not even bother to ask what was wrong. Rather, she only invited him forward. “Come. . .HOOORRRUUP. . .here!” Clark needed no further invitation. He crawled forward, quickly discarding his clothes as he went. The young reporter left a trail of clothing behind, though the individual times were quickly lost in the sea of shifting flesh. Finally, Clark overlooked Lois. He stared down a small sinkhole in her blubber. At the bottom was her flabby face, which was still trying to grasp the final bits of food that were left from the pile. “Oooooh. . .isn’t thisccch. . .BBBOOORRUP. . .amazing?” She asked, looking up at her husband with wild and feverish eyes. He looked down, matching her intensity.
“I see you liked my gift.” Clark was excited but tried to temper it. It took a superhuman effort on his part.
“Yeeessccccch! Oooooh I. . .BBBOOOORRRUUUUP. . .love it!” She exclaimed as another round of growth hit her. The buttcheeks that had been so pressed up against the glass panes finally broke through. Glass scattered into the streets far below as the now couch sized masses of fat pushed outward. They hung in the air, dripping sweat and the remnants of meals passed into the streets. Lois bounced up and down in her own extreme blubber, gasping for air. The surprise and pleasure of the growth had activated something she had been holding back for hours. “Claaaark! Please. . .BBBBOOOORRUUP. . .fuck me!” She moaned. Clark said nothing else, beginning his task with joy and fervor.
The Kryptonian could not say exactly what part of Lois’ many mounds he was plunging his cock into, only that it felt incredible. He pumped with every ounce of strength that he could muster. Lois gasped and squealed as her fat was shifted backwards. Though a nearly amorphous blob of fat, many tons in weight, she was able to be moved by the force of her husband’s gyrations. Clark sped up, each thrust coming strong than the one before it. “ClllAAAAARRRRK!” Lois screamed, moving hands that had long been hidden under the piles of growing plushness. From within the cocoon of obesity, she could feel his member probing her softest areas. Though her pussy was long buried, she could feel it going wet. Climax was coming to her, barreling towards her like a speeding bullet. Clark was stronger than any locomotion, with more endurance than any animal. He plowed her like a field ripe for seed. The two people gasped and spluttered. Though married a year, sex had yet to lose it’s luster. Each new pound was a blessing, another curve for Clark to find his way around. This newest and most rapid expansion was only a greater twist on what had been happening. Clark scooped up a wingspan’s worth of fat, leveraging his stregnth. He thrust his cock as hard and deep as it would go, wanting to give Lois the greatest anniversary present possible. He could feel the climax coming.
FFFFFFFLLLLLRRRRRRTTTTT-BBBRRRRMMMMPPPPTTTT! Lois finished the lovemaking session with a monsterous fart, one that was so loud that it shook the city. All of Metropolis felt a rumble pass through the ground. Car alarms went off and glass shattered. The building that the two were suspended on listed to the side, its supports damaged. “BBBBBLLOOOORRRUUUUUPPPPPP!” Lois finished with a belch, disgording the last of the gas within her body. Clark finished seconds later, his cock massaged by the intense vibrations. He pulled out of the roll that he had been loving and crawled his way up to Lois’ face. She rested in a puddle of sweat and grease, almost unconscious from the stream of pleasure that he had fed into her. She rolled her head back, many chins helping to prop it up. “Clark. . .that was amazing.” She said, breath stolen.
“Th-thanks.” Clark’s shyness returned almost instantly. “What should we do now?” He asked after a lengthy silence.
“LUNCH!” Lois yelled back, her stomach already growling.
