FSE

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I couldn't place what had woken me up this morning. Was it a gasp of breath due to the heft of my chest, pressing down on my lungs in my current position? It could've been a loud blast into the mattress, muffled under the weight of my ass. Maybe I have to use the "facilities", which I haven't been able to get to in months...

I yawned as I continued to breathe in heavily, my own smells storming my nose as my arms tingled somewhere out of sight. I stretched my thick fingers and looked down to see my basketball sized moobs begin to wobble... when you're my size, senses seem to take a few seconds to warm up in the morning.

I have a tendency to slip my arms under my breasts - yes, they're big enough to hide my lard-covered appendages and prevent me from having to bear the weight of them hanging down onto the bed. I tug one of these dense arms from under a moob, feeling my chest bounce and shift as my hand clumsily falls to my side.

The sheets beneath me are soaked in sweat. I'm still struggling to breathe as my fattened paw grabs the sheet and I try to wriggle in place. I know it's futile. I haven't moved without help in sometime; in actuality, recently you've needed help moving me yourself... A fact we both enjoy immensely.

I feel a blast erupt into our once shared king-sized bed as I give up struggling... all the effort leads to a twinge in my chest and it reminds me to slow down... my hand leaves the sheet and traces again a roll of fat - I honestly can't tell if it's belly or boob. Hell, might even be considered part of my back.

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud growl from my midsection as a belch is pushed from my lips. Ooof. In an instant my last meal comes back to me: mounds of spaghetti, a few loaves of garlic bread, and soda. I remember looking up at you as you forced the final two liter into my mouth - the last thing I remember before passing out for digestive purposes...

I lift up my free hand and reach over my chest to the upper third of my belly. The exercise encourages beads of sweat to stream down my forehead and onto my bulging cheeks. You've done as much as you can to ensure my mouth can hold as much as possible in the last three years... and the progress has changed me from a run of the mill fatass to landwhale territory.

I grin as I feel the dull edge of exhaustion linger on the periphery of my mind - I'm always tired these days. I love it though. You do too.

My hand sits heavily on the upper curve of my belly. I watch it sink in slightly and my belly acknowledges with another gurgling quiver. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry. The admission makes something, somewhere stiffen. You like saying it's the only hard thing I have anymore... aside from my head, especially when it comes to finishing off what you manage to deliver to my "throne". I smile and belch once again as I feel the tip of my buried cock pulse into my underbelly. My skin has been stretched time and time again, so it's incredibly sensitive despite having a square footage comparable to a fully grown elephant.

Another shudder of my belly kicks me from my self-obsessed daydream.

"Fuck..." I groan aloud as I feel my stomach quake. I need to relieve myself badly, but I don't hear you. I don't hear the clattering of pans... or even the blaring of a television... this means you're not home. This means you're out, most likely getting more to put into me. I feel my already slick underbelly dampen further. I can't help becoming more aroused. I'm trapped. I cannot move. I need you. It's these moments that I used to panic: now they just fuel me more.

I close my eyes as my hands gently caress a few hundred pounds of doughy fat. I decide to stretch my legs to keep my mind busy. Though I can think of moving I cannot manage more than wiggling my toes. Even this turns me on. You keep my feet socked, in custom socks large enough to not cut off circulation - I think you do it so I can sweat more. Feeling those fattened toes chafe together keeps me hard and pushes me through my orgasm - it's a subconscious reaction... but with the number of times you drive me to near ejaculation everyday, it's now a trigger too.

I'm lost in myself as I remove my other hand (or rather arm, as my chest overflows that much). I'm panting as my fattened digits explore my soft lard. I let out a moan between gasping breaths as I pretend-buck my hips. If you told anyone how often you watch me try to fuck my own fat, they'd probably feel sorry for me. That thought is deliciously enticing too.

I feel my stomach groaning as each minuet movement shakes and wobbles the boulder. The gentle movements remind me of our last vacation and our time in the pool - I remember it vividly (and luckily you were able to get me out with the help of several cubs). I feel the bed creaking underneath me... the reinforcement likely won't last longer. Not if either of us have anything to do with it.

I'm edging close to my orgasm as I feel my chest pounding. The pit that is my stomach is quaking now. I need some relief - whether in the form of being stuffed tight, what I'm preoccupying my thoughts with, or evacuation.

"Having fun without me?" Your voice questions as you flip on the light.

My eyes tighten from the intrusion and my cheeks flush. I'm so close but far past exhaustion. The hundreds of pounds are just too much to handle and I heave breaths now that you're here.

"I.." Pant. "Couldn't..." Heave. "...wait." Creak. "Bath.." Gurgle.

"'...room.' I know, Tiny. I'm here now." You happily state.

The thought isn't comforting. You can't get me up anymore. I'm going to make some type of mess - but I'm not sure which. My chest twinges again. I'm too excited. The thought of the situation makes me moan, nothing loud enough to cover the pit of my stomach, but loud nonetheless.

You grin and climb onto the bed. You approach me from the footboard and creep over my fat feet as you gently rub my cankles. Your touch is electric. A fart barrels out of me and you sniff in. You've been blasted enough to enjoy it as much as I do. You reach what I can assume is the start of my avalanche-like belly and reach both hands forward, grabbing what I'd guess is a good two hundred pounds of our blubber. My cock pulses - still buried in rolls of sweat-dripping fat.

I whimper aloud as I want release.

"Did you forget about the tube again?" You innocently ask as you continue past my soft middle and lay stomach to stomach on me. I think for a moment and remember your newest "invention" while my body adjusted to your added weight, eliciting another fart. Before I can act you reach to my left and tug a plastic tube over - one about the diameter of a vacuum hose. You give it a tug and machines whurl on, though I cannot turn to see them. The hose is stuffed into my mouth and my piggish hunger takes over as I madly slurp. My eyes force shut as they tear up - the assault of pain, hunger, and pleasure overload my senses and I'm reduced to your suckling plaything.

I'm met with a slurry of melted ice cream, gainer mix, and what I'd guess was melted butter. It has a habit of making the pit louder and hungrier for more... but it fills me completely (something we've been unable to find otherwise in the last year or so).

You grin and grab my cheeks, now filling with huge gulps of the caloric mix and look deeply into my eyes. I look back and my eyebrows do as much as expressing as they can: I need you. I am yours.

You've made me in the image we wanted and now we can just enjoy it.

The intimacy is breached with another gaseous eruption. I flush again and you roll your brown eyes as you back away from me. I watch as your hands run down my moobs, stopping at my over inflated nipples to pinch both. I wince into my tube and another stream of precum drips into my underbelly rolls.

You drop down further and remove your tight boxers. I love this part. Watching you, a thick jock looking over me like craftsman would look over his most prized work. Our bodies could not be any further apart in appearance: pale and tan, doughy and firm, expansive and formed. I close my eyes again and try to hold on a little longer.

I feel your body staddle up to mine. Your muscular form contrasting mine spectacularly as you ease your cock into my cavernous navel. Your hands grope at my sides, finding several overhanging rolls of fat for you to hang onto as you begin to slip your member in and out of my stomach.

My cheeks are burning but I'm sucking on the tube with even more intensity. I hear a third machine kick on, to deliver even more calorie-laden slurry into me. My stomach continues to gurgle away as my navel's suction noisily informs me of your quickening pace.

It's too much to bear.

I feel another twinge in my chest and moan aloud. I'm so close. You know this as well as I open my eyes to once again watch you. You give me your whale-melting smile as the edges of sleep push further into my mind and my pace slows down. I can feel your seed streaming into my navel and dribbling out onto my fat. Somewhere beneath you another fart erupts and I can almost feel my ejaculation coming...

You watch as my eyes flutter and I check out once again to digest the thousands of calories and repeat this all again in a matter of hours.

"...maybe you'll finally get off next round, tubby." You say with a despicable smile as I lose consciousness.