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WILL SHE EVER STOP GROWING!!? (SSBBW STORY)
🕑 Added 2024-10-25 16:53:42 +0000 UTCWILL SHE EVER STOP GROWING!!? (SSBBW STORY)
WILL SHE EVER STOP GROWING!!? (SSBBW STORY)
Disclaimer: Ssbbw butt crush, non scat, non-gas, ssbbw weight gain, ssbbw feedee, ssbbw size gain, ssbbw giantess, destruction
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“UGHHHH”
(GRUNT)
“NOT AGAIINNNNNN!!”
BAMMM!!
Poor Lilah. Yet another morning ruined due to her ever growing… problem?
Lilah: “(Sobbing. Calls her manager) Hey John!! … yup… AGAIN!!… My gosh fourth time this month! God. I may go see a doctor… oh ok thanks I’ll be ready”
John. Lilah’s manager. He knew very well. About his favourite new employee’s uhh… ‘problem’. Agreed to come and pick her up this morning.
Stopped outside her house and sighed. Thinking.
“What kind of person would put a woman like THAT… in such a small house?”
BOOOOING! -VRRRZZCH!!
Lilah: “(Whining) UGH noooooo!! AGAIN!! John? Can you uh?”
John blushed. As a grown man in his mid forties, walked over to help. His Routine of helping Lilah through doors.
Walking up to her he tried to keep a cool face.
Lilah was a SSBBW, Bottom heavy, GIANTESS. 6ft 11, hips wider than most roads. A big round bouncy belly with a belly button deep enough… deep enough to have airport security dive his entire arm searching her… on that she sneezed and gobbled him up! Man was swallowed up to his belly button… This narrator is sure a new fetish was born on that day for that security guard. Lilah, a very clumsy, guilty and emotional soul, felt bad for him almost in tears feeling his fear.
Short ‘Velma’ style red hair. Glasses to match the uncanny resemblance. Quirky small nose, large deep blue honest blue eyes. Freckled cheeks with big bumper lips, her kisses felt like smooches of sweet marshmallows. High eyebrows, a THICK double chin and a surprised look on her face gave her a face not many could be mad at for long.
The constant adjusting of her glasses, meant her arm would thrust up and jiggle her thick heavy cow udders she called breast. A cleavage line deeper than inner city new york traffic tunnels.. her breasts were OUT OF THIS WORLD!! With the nipples to match… the type of boobs that… when she joined you for lunch… you better move what’s on the table before she sits down, because everything on the table usually gets accidentally crushed under those things… John had lost countless laptops to her boobs drops. She had broken some weaker tables too! Did I mention she was clumsy?
Cursed with an ironically high oestrogen based on her genetics. Her boobs got her in all kinds of daily bother. Guys hitting on her, getting slut shamed when her bra pops in the middle of the day, leaking boob sweat on people shorter than her…
Something about her was truly special. Was it the Irresistibly hot by accident vibe? Was it the ‘destroy everything with huge sexy curves’ vibe? The only thing that John knew. She was an incredible member of his seminar company. He needed her today of all days!
Getting close to her. He began to sweat. He had a wife and kids at home for god’s sake… Lilah made his cock fire up. A man of 6ft 1, 220lbs, stern with a beard type of guy. Felt like a yapping pup next to Lilah.
She… she was stuck in her front door and he needed to help her out. BIG FLESHY BOOBS buried his forehead, smearing fragrant lotion over his face. Each thrust, her cookie dough soft belly would bounce over his cock, submerging around his entire waist!! He never knew how much he loved a big fat belly before he hired her. Some days, his swelling wouldn’t calm down till lunch time! His bottom lip would quiver in pleasure. An upstanding man would never take advantage, but… certain mornings when her belly was bloated full with soft cheesy pizza, or cookies, or her beloved noodles. Her belly would be softer, HEAVIER… bouncier.
BDJDHOOOOOF!
John: “(Moan in pleasure)”
Lilah: “Gosh!! Did I hurt you again?? Belly’s got a mind of its own today. Mac n cheese last night was awesome!!”
John was lost for words!! Her belly smacks bounced her belly over his cock. He took a deep breath… trying to hold on… he was wearing grey suit pants today!! He was able to slowly rip her through the doorway. Only meaning more and more belly pushing him back. Soon he couldn’t reach her waist…
BERDHMMMMMMMMMCH!!!
Finally tearing her free of the door
Lilah: “Is it me or are these doors getting smaller? That hurt!”
John just marvelled at her astonishing. Physics bending. GENETIC ABSURDITY. Of an ass she had. Standing side profile, such a large piece of meat looked like she had 300 lbs of fat purely hanging back there just jiggling around!! Big and round. Peachy and soft. What made this the biggest problem in her life was… it kept growing! YES GROWING!! NO MATTER WHAT SHE DID!!
Surgery, working out, eating healthy. Lilah’s butt happened to keep growing, rounder, softer, heavier still! Yes you guessed it! With the thunder thighs and Saturn ring hips to match!! The woman looked like a dream. Even men who love stick figure women. Turn to eager puppies when around her! She would often confide her stresses about her growing rump to John. Trying his best to keep things professional… he loved hearing about her day to life. Man it was HOT!!
Lilah: “What happened to your car? It looks funny”
John’s poor car had the unbearable mission of carrying Lilah to and from different clients. First bulldozing her way the doors everyday, then the sheer weight and mass.. left John’s car wounded, pretty much every week!
Last week his loyal mechanic reported critical damage! John couldn’t believe it! LILAH TOTALLED HIS CAR… from just using it!
John: “Bah! It’s fine!”
Lilah: “You sure? It looks bent, and it’s leaning to one side”
John: “Haha Never! This sturdy American ford is-“
STCH!-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Her belly dropped out her joggers and NAILED the roof of his car! His car sunk to the ground, shaking like a bully victim of the giant lady. Bouncing as the poor thing groaned, roof crippling under a lead weight belly full of thick cheesy pizza!
John’s face dropped. Hearing his suspension squeaking already. Looking up to being mean mugged by her colossal belly button. Like it was taunting him. Lilah turned red, her usual plump pink pale skin fired to bright red with embarrassment immediately… She was in tears.
(Deep down. So was John. John gulped. Her belly growled in his face. Quickly changing the subject. Remembering his wife STERNLY told him ‘NO MORE LUNCHES WITH Lilah’ she had a point. The mind blowing mega-pawg easily eats through $350 dollars a day. For dinner? Triple that with desert! )
Running around the car to make her feel better. Such a cute woman. Her glasses flooded with steamy tears, absolutely heartbreaking to see a girl like that ever sad.
John reassured her that the damages were. A minor? And-
John: “- I’ll have that (gulp) fixed in uhhh… no time. Doesn’t look too expensive”
Taking pictures and sending them off to the garage guy. Staring at her belly drop indent. Incredible! Only half of her belly flopped out too, an entire belly drop… the damage would be staggering! Maybe wipe out his car completely.
The indent was deep! And STILL WARM! Round… and clammy/sweaty. Or was that lotion? John just couldn’t think straight.
Arriving at a client’s address. A larger seminar hall with several other lecturers. A large event with various very important people.
But before that!
Lilah needed pants!!
Remember!! This morning she tore through her last tried and trusted pair or super stretchy work slacks.
Melting in her anxiety when she heard-
“What size are you looking for, Mam?”
Such a sad story. She was an XXL pants in middle school. Stretching them to the max even back then!
He only answer-
Lilah: “Err err, The b-biggest you uh.. have please”
“We’ve got it in XXXXL. Thanks. NEXT!!”
Lilah held up the pants against her waist. Looking back at John with a weak smile of hope. John was looking at the pants… they were about to die trying to cover this ass. Like an impossible task, fatal punishment… they weren’t even wider than her calves!!
John listened to Lilah, wrestle, fight… downwright HAVE A BIG BOOTY BRAWL! Against those pants to get them on. She was panting, jumping, crying!, jiggling and bending over.
Was hot. John’s commiserations went out to those innocent everyday pants. Poor things stitches could be straining for survival throughout the changing rooms. Probably built for quite a large person to fit as a baggy concealing fit… Lilah butt… Thighs… Calves… Hips… AND BELLY!!
When John saw that she managed to get them on… he gulped… Lilah’s face was plush pink. Putting those pants on was an entire workout. Hopefully she doesn’t leave sweat prints all over the seminar hall seats.
Lilah: “So uh… ready to go?”
John nodded and led the way. With her thighs thicker than horseback he pitied her new work pants as he could STILL hear the stitches pulling and stretching in. Every. Single. Step.
“No way they last longer than a week”
John thought to himself
Especially after she walked ahead of him once inside the lecture hall. She had pulled them ALL THE WAY OVER her super wide round ass and hips!! John couldn’t look away, they were sucked deep between her cheeks like yoga pants or gym joggers! Every bounce! Every jiggle was clear for everyone to marvel at… like they were stretched into submission. Incapable of putting up a fight against her thick soft girth.
They didn’t even reach her feet. Half way up her calf. Looking down, John forgot the size of the woman’s feet. Took her 6 months to find work shoes in her size 17s… her pointed toe flats were dying a slow death. Her feet made skateboards look like roller skate slides, most of the shoes didn’t last long at all. Either from sweat, or breaking.
John was so lost in awe of this woman he didn’t notice she turned around. Fat barrel-Boobs he ran face first into.
Lilah: “oh oh, sorry, I see our seats over there”
Holding his neck with half a whiplash. Like her belly and breasts were a blubbery wall he just walked into.
Lilah thought to herself-
“Oh no, he’s awfully quiet today. I hope he’s not mad at me. Can’t afford to get fired… ONLY TWO SEATS!! Why me… that thing is tiny… breathe Lilah. Breathe. Stay calm”
Literally welling up with anxiety. MAXIMISED! By the puny chairs they allocated to her and John.
Her Almost 7ft giantess shadow loomed over the sacrificial steel chair… the shadow loomed two rows back also! The other lecturers were ready to dive out of the way. Seeing her turn around they understood there was a chair casualty waiting to happen.
BDGHNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Miraculously.. it held her.. metallic creaks of pain echoed throughout the hall. The legs bent marginally… BUT… held her up.
“Phew! …. Now can I sit fully? Darn knees”
John really felt bad for Lilah. She was literally still kind of standing up. Barely 15% of her ass fit on that chair, AND she was leaning forward. Not wanting to embarrass her anything he gulped and faced forward. Even out of his side view her boobs were very visible… like literal mountain cliffs in the room. Blocking an entire section of the room. Blocking sounds from certain people, John couldn’t hear half of the ceremony. Yes reader, Lilah THAT tremendously thick. Big belly almost to her knees.
So hot, how you couldn’t even see the chair she was sitting on… but John and many others sitting around them were forced to find their cool. Some couldn’t, the thing was creaking and churning at her every move.
The event smoothly drifted into the late evening until it was their time slot. John and Lilah rose to their feet… the chair fell from her ass covered in sweat, slightly bent and crippled. People sitting around either gasped with sympathy for the innocent chair, or burned with envy would love to be the seat for woman like Lilah.
The hour lecture about healthy relationships and marriage, getting therapy before serious relationships. Attachment theory, the importance of activities and problem solving as a couple. This was Lilah’s Unique quality, being such a rare specimen of woman, a genetic gifted goddess. She would often add comments like
“Men, some women have a lot of love to give. May be heavy at times, and that’s ok she loves you and will give you air to breathe.. eventually”
Innocently talking about love smothering, but when people are seeing her body jiggle, floor boards creak… let’s just say that EVERY HUMAN BEING IN THAT ROOM couldn’t take their eyes off her… as the lecture went on of course Lilah built up an appetite.
So adorable.
She held her mic next to her belly while John talked. The entire room could hear her belly gurgle and gripe in hunger. Such an enormous belly produced such cadence and depth. She had people drooling, dreaming of being her feeder, lover, seat. Or all three and more.
After receiving a standing ovation. Whistling too.
Lilah’s footsteps were even heavier now. Having stood for almost an hour. Her back hurt, her feet hurt. Even John could feel her urgency to sit down. Stepping to the side allowing her to go first. GULP.
JHHDGMMMMMMMMMMMMMLCH!!!
Everyone sitting behind her flinched!
Ughh!! That poor chair!
Absolutely hammered by a relentless butt drop.
She sighed and kicked her feet forward.
Lilah: “Hey John great work! They really loved us!… what’s the matter?”
John: “heh! They did. We’ll see how things uh… hold out”
The ceremony conclusion talk started. John began to relax. Things quieted down.
Lilah’s feet were burning. Instinctively she kicked up her foot across her lap to inspect. Tired pink soles. Deep long pale arch. Dripping sweat. She began to rub them herself. Forgetting how tall she is when sitting. John could hear something squishy and soft in his right ear.. glancing to his right.
!!
“Good God almighty!”
His mind was blown! The staggering size of her foot was one thing. Looked longer than his femur bone, double the width of his head.. but the thing that made him real nervous was the beauty of her feet. Soft blubbery padded feet looked like the feet of a goddess. Clammy. Chubby. Her fingers squished into the flesh, like the rubbery fat. Squelching between her big toes.
Lilah: “Feet are sore. Sorry about a foot in your face-
(John didn’t even notice her words. Just watched her stomp that giant foot back into her flat shoe. Squelching, oozing all the sweat bedded in the fabric)
You think my shoes are appropriate? I’m more of a black boot kind of woman”
John imagined a size 17 boot. Looking up at her. Non-verbally asking her to show him… but she only smiled back rubbing his head playfully. (The same foot sweat hand).
Leaning back. The chair had reached its max. Poor thing had enough. No one answered it's creaks for help. Churning begging her to get off. Tried to signal people around it with its visible bent legs! Everyone just watched. In awe. Only change was her sitting more weight on it. Was making weird sounds as she sat back full weight. Couldn’t handle it. Didn’t stand a chance from the beginning!! Bolts snapped. Legs bent even more. Constant creaking!! Until-
Lilah: “I may wear my boots… just makes my feet swe-
KHBLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLCH
!!!!!
That poor forsaken little chair. Got demolished to sweaty scrap in front of hundreds of people!! Like a public execution. Lilah crushed it, falling to the floor on top of it! She shook the room. Such a big ass produced a thunderous thump that awakened the room like a mini earthquake.
People sitting behind her gasped!
The chair disappeared under her completely!! As her soft body jiggled like a car crash balloon.
When John saw cracks in the floor beneath his own chair… he began to wonder how heavy Lilah actually is.
A brief silence fell.
Lilah blushed bright red
Thinking - “UGHH EVERYONE’S LOOKING AT ME!!! DID.. DID MY PANTS RIP?”
John got up to help her. Pulling with all his might. Trying to save her from the embarrassment quickly.
She… she didn’t budge!!
AT ALL!
Lilah: “I’m Heavy aren’t I?”
John could see the tears of embarrassment flooding her eyes.
John: “No!!! No!! you’re uh… !! You’re just doing it wrong, put your feet down and-“
Eventually people came to see if she was ok. She was fine. All the focus was on Lilah and dozens of people used the situation as a networking opportunity. John was too. BUT.
He was watching the cleaners clear up the murdered corpse of the chair. Locking eyes with him. Lilah didn’t just break the thing. She FLATTENED the steel chair.
John: “Are you ok Lilah? Are you hurt?”
Lilah: “(Sigh) luckily no, little thing was gobbled right up there”
The crowd of people silently stunned by such an accidentally sexy answer. Truth was, she wasn’t lying at all. As they all watched, the chair parts carried away.
On the whole, it worked in their favour. Lilah and John’s popularity skyrocketed. Lilah was invited to all kinds of lectures and seminars now.
The gentle giant got tired and wanted to go home… John dropped her home after. Poor girl looked kind of sad. Big sapphire blue eyes wandered around her spectacles, searching for someone to hear her pain.
John: “I’ll see you bright and early in the morning. You did a great job today”
Before going to her house. She turned back. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, but her bright smile was all John needed.
Later that night she messaged him saying how her feet were killing her. Messages coming through on his phone with his wife and kids there. His wife was already super mad at him for coming home late. Now his phone buzzed saying
Lilah: “Thanks today, Look how red my feet are!”
His wife snatched his phone and opened the message. Burning with envy at the picture perfect feet Lilah had, she paused looking closely at John. Insisting she come to work with John the next day.
Which she did. Later she would regret letting her jealousy get the best of her….
When John and his wife both saw Lilah the next day. Their jaws dropped out of their heads!
What on earth was happening to Lilah?
Let me know if you would like to be continued!!
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Comments
kurxa text
Same here!! The next piece vote is looking JUICY!!
nope2525
I’d love to read more about her!
