Nothing? Dang.

I can find easily mother/son hentai, and I have read a few of parents-feeding-step-children type scenarios, but I've not seen this dynamic yet in feeder-fiction. Maybe this kind of incest is just too much for most male FAs...

http://www.writing.com/main/interact/item_id/1380998-Mother-weight-gain

its old, and short, but the plus side is that you can add stuff to it if you become a member

>>1100
That's quite good, but it gets frustrating with the short paragraphs.

You know what, I'll just write my own.

Once I'm done, should I copy and paste it straight in the blueboard, or is there a place/site that's good for post fantasy stories (my stories tend to be a few thousand words if that matters).

>>1105
Both! Post it here and get critiques, then once you've worked the kinks out (so to speak, heh) post it someplace else.

Here goes nothing. My writing's not amazing, but it can't be worse than that guy at Writing.com

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Paul and his mother Susan lived together in the middle of suburbia. Paul, who was midway through high school, was a quiet scrawny boy who kept to himself a lot, stayed out of trouble, kept few friends and got good marks. He was by all accounts a model son. He hadn't known his father, who had left the two of them when Paul was very young, but Paul took care of his mother better than she could ever ask for. Susan was a woman approaching her forties, but it hadn't begun to show yet as she kept her physique trim and healthy with regular exercise and a busy worklife. She was not unattractive, with sensible short flaxen hair, pale skin, and she always wore bright red lipstick giving her the look of a movie star from the 30s. On her petite figure she possessed a slightly generous bust and behind that could attributed to childbearing and motherhood. Strenuous work hours meant that Susan would get home late and leave early, leaving Paul to do most of the house work in her absence. Susan had never dated or seen anyone else after Paul's father left, and as a result Paul and Susan had formed a tight bond, not just mother and son but best friends as well.

Susan would come home in the evenings, to her tidy well-kept home. Paul would be in the kitchen, cooking their dinner, still in his school clothes. “That smells lovely” she'd say, passing through the kitchen on way to her room. “It'll be ready in 15 minutes,” he would say without looking up “enough time for you to have a shower and get changed”. Susan would divert her route through the kitchen to kiss Paul on the forehead. “You're such a gorgeous boy!” she would often say before heading to her room. She would return for dinner in something more comfortable, sometimes a thick jumper and pants in the colder months, and little more than her floral underwear when the weather was warm. Paul never made much of this, as the two had always been very comfortable with each other. Susan could usually only make it half way through one of Paul's lavish dinners before she was full. She'd thank her “gorgeous boy” before heading to her room to finish of the days work. The dynamic of the household worked well, as Susan loved coming home to her clean house and her gorgeous boy, and Paul loved looking after his mummy.

It all came crashing down one day when Susan was home early. She rushed through the kitchen, eyes visibly red, without a word to her son cooking dinner. Paul was worried. “Is something wrong?” he called as he made his way to her room. Eventually, she whimpered back “they've fired me!”. She came to her door to meet him “After all these years, they've dropped me. Just like that!”. Paul had never seen her this upset “Is there anything I can do? Do you want to talk about it?”. “I just...” she began, trying not to direct her frustration on her son “...need to think about this for a bit.” and with that she wander back into her room. Paul, not sure what to do, went back to work on dinner. It was going to be a lavish roast, but with his mum in distress it would probably end up as lunches for the week. Just as he pulled the huge bird out of the oven to go in the fridge, he was startled by his mother storming in the room. She was wearing her floral underwear, and had half draped herself in a silk nighty. In a rage she began ranting about her bosses, her office, and every way they had screwed her. Shocked, Paul quickly set the roast down in front of her and took a seat. She continued her tirade, and without paying much attention began eating the roast. Paul didn't say a word, just listened to everything she had to say. It wasn't that he was scared of her anger, but her anger coupled with how intensely she devoured the chicken carcass with both hand had him transfixed. It was as though she was taking out her anger on the bird. By the time she had covered each of her former co-workers in some detail, she had unwittingly eaten her way through the whole roast. Susan slumped in her chair, defeated “What am I going to do? I'm going to have to find a new job and start over again!”. Paul got up and hugged his mummy “It'll be okay. No matter what happens I'll look after us.”.

Susan's routine crashed after that night. Paul woke up for school the next morning to find his mother on the couch with her laptop, still wearing her floral underwear. “Good Morning!” she said with a surprising amount of warmth. “You seem pretty cheery this morning” Paul pointed out, happy to have his mother back in a good mood. “Well, there's no point in taking this lying down, I've started looking for jobs online.” she said, taking a bite of the Danish in her left hand “Plus, I've needed to take a break for a while now. We can spend more time together.”. When Paul got home from school, Susan was still where she'd been lying that morning. He'd assume she'd not move all day if it weren't for the empty pizza boxes next to her. “I guess it was just easier to get it delivered,” she replied upon questioning. “You shouldn't be eating that,” Paul was concerned “I'll cook you a nice big dinner if you're hungry.” and with that he kissed his mother on the forehead. Later that evening, she dragged herself away from the couch to the dinner table, where her gorgeous son had prepared a feast. A warm genuine smile burst through her cherry lips, and she began to journey through the feast. Paul marvelled at the amount of food his mother could pass through those lips. When she had finished more than her share, she slumped back in her chair with a sense of satisfaction. “That was delicious sweetie.” she said, resting her hands on her tighter than usual belly, “I hope you've got your mother something sweet dessert?”. Dessert? Paul hadn't even thought of that. “I don't have anything prepared, maybe another night?” Paul tried. “You couldn't go up the road and get something?” Susan groaned “Mummy's craving something sweet.”. Paul hated disappointing his mother, and so quarter of an hour later he was watching his mother smitten with a tub of choc-chip.

This became the blueprint for the family's new routine, Paul would cook for Susan and look after the house, whilst Susan would spent her days lingering around the house in her underwear, looking for jobs online and finding various ways to out-eat whatever her son had left her for the day. It was about 3 weeks after this that Paul came home to his mother in the kitchen half way through destroying a pack of chocolate fingers. “Hello sweetie!” she let out between mouthfuls of chocolate fingers. Paul was too stunned to reply. He couldn't take his eyes off his mother. The days at home had begun to leave a mark on her figure. He had seen her in underwear many times before, but now they seemed constricting. Her once trim stomach was like dough urging itself outwards over her panties, her already generous bust threatening to resist its constraints, her once sharp jawline now rounded and hinting at the double chin that may soon develop. Her behind was becoming a prominent, soft, white cushioning for her daily lounging. Something strange was happening to Paul, looking at his mother he couldn't control his thoughts. He wanted to see her belly grow outwards against the restraint of her panties, he wanted to see her bosoms break forth from their bra, and he wanted to watch her big pale behind move as she walked away.

Like being struck by a lightening bolt Paul snapped back. Oh god, how could he think these things about his own mother? He felt sick to his stomach, he had crossed a very big line. Just as the venom was about to sink he, he stopped and began to reason with himself. This wasn't unnatural, he was simply trying to look after his mum. It was simple biology that he would want to keep his mum well fed, and make sure she didn't have to lift a finger around the house. His mother didn't seem to notice the inner turmoil her son was enduring at the sight of her indulgence, as she devoured the last third of chocolate fingers in a generous mouthful, before beaming her warm, familiar smile. And that was the main reason why Paul would cook delicious meals for his mother, just to see her plump red lips reveal that lovely smile. “Would you like one” Susan offered the packaging in Paul's direction, revealing a lonely finger clinging to the bottom. “No thanks mum, you enjoy it.”. Quicker than he could refuse, Susan's greedy fingers darted into the package and withdrew the morsel. She raised the bar right to her mouth and held it there a moment, as her tongue reached out and grasped the chocolate drawing it in. She delicately chewed her lucky victim, and Paul couldn't tell if she was savouring the flavour or if time had slowed down as he watched her finish it. Eventually she swallowed it, and she lit up with an expression that showed she felt a little guilty for snacking, but could easily finish another box.

Later that week, Paul decided to treat his mother to a nice dinner. He spent the afternoon in the kitchen whilst his mother relaxed in the other room. After an eternity for her, Paul came out speckled with amounts of chocolate, dough and flour. “Mum, I know the past few weeks have been hard for you, but since you've been working so hard looking for a job I've decided to make you a special dinner”. Susan couldn't mask the delight in her eyes, she'd barely been able to tide her hunger over with her snacks. As she entered the kitchen, she could see the fruits of her son's labour. The table was laid out with a variety of lavish picturesque desserts, ranging from truffles to jellies, cakes to pastries. Susan was beaming with girlish excitement over a buffet fit for a royal family. “A dinner of desserts? You spoil me so much! You're such a gorgeous boy!” and with that she kissed him on the forehead, her lips noticeably moist with anticipation. In a single motion she was in her seat and serving herself a large portion of Tiramisu. “Have you had any luck finding work?” Paul asked, knowing the answer. “Nothing has come up yet.” Susan half heartedly responded, more concerned with defeating the onslaught of calories infront of her. Paul couldn't keep his thoughts together long enough for the rest of the meal to make conversation much more than that. He was transfixed on his mother, still a relatively average sized woman, inhaling the meal without inhibition. She was addicted; as she finished a tart she would already be reaching for a plate of chocolates. She jumped from one plate to the next with a will that didn't seem to wain until she was down to her few final cakes, and even then a certain amount of determination got her through. After her cream-covered fingers placed the last slice into her mouth, she slumped in her chair once more. A smile of playful victory let itself show when her seductive red lips finally parted once more. “That was delicious.” she said somewhat breathlessly, “I wanted to stop myself, but it was all too lovely! Thank you!”. “You're not finished yet.” Paul said frankly. “Oh sweetie, I couldn't eat another bite” Susan moaned. Paul indicated to a single, neglected chocolate roll she had missed, “I'm only going to throw it away otherwise.”. Susan sighed with surrender, “Well you'll have to bring it to me, I'm exhausted”. Paul carried the treat over to his mother, and held it next to her for a moment. Her hands didn't raise to receive it, and it took Paul a moment to notice her open mouth beckoning. Hesitantly, he raised the chocolate to his mother's inviting wet lips. He edged it closer, and closer. Just when it reached the entrance, her plump red lips tightened around the dessert with a certain amount of force, and it began to glide in. She lazily consumed the log, and just as Paul was about to let go her lips jumped to grab the end it like a greedy animal and ended up closing around Paul's fingers. She tenderly bit down on him, if only by accident, and as he pulled away from her lips a thin strand of her sweet saliva clung between them for a moment. Paul would recall this moment in great detail for a long time.

Susan began making requests for food whenever she fancied. At first it was just ideas for dinner, or grabbing something from the fridge, but once she had tested Paul's obedience she began requesting he get her food from up the road, or waking him up for snacks in the middle of the night. About two months in, Paul was coming back from one such request with pack of doughnuts under his arm. He enter the house, and made his way to where Susan had spent the best part of her week; in bed. She thanked her son, and proceeded to make short work of the doughnuts. Paul sat on the end of the bed and watched, which he didn't bother hiding anymore. Once she had finished the box, she began licking her chubbier fingers. She met Paul's gaze, and stop. “What are you looking at honey?”. “Nothing... you're beautiful.” he blurted out. For a moment Susan looked puzzled, but it disappeared in a look of flattery. “You're sweet to say that,” she gazed down at the sheets “but your mummy's getting a bit chubby.”. Paul faked bewilderment “No!”. “It's true. I'm becoming quite a porker.” she said, with a certain childish amusement “at this rate your mother is going to be quite a heifer by the end of the year.”. With that she lifted back the sheets to reveal her body, and it was hard to disagree with her. She was wearing her favourite floral underwear, but it was pulled so tight over her ballooning figure that barely recognisable. Her breasts had flourished into soft white mounts of ample flesh, whose volume had resulted in a ridiculous amount of cleavage, and her hips were generously round hinting at the expansive pale mass that lay behind. But the focal point of his view was the gut she had amassed in her recent culinary obsession. It was a perfect mass of soft plump flesh, quivering on top of her. With some effort, she heaved herself onto her side, a subtle gurgling emitting from her belly in the process. “It reminds me of when I was pregnant with you” she said, cradling the gluttonous flesh “I would stroke my belly, knowing that you were always there from the beginning.”. Paul was tongue tied; he felt wrong for just being her and looking upon her body, but he was too entranced to leave. “I used to be able to feel you kicking,” she mused, stroking her pot-belly “Here, have a feel.”. Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing, and held a blank expression. “Cummon, I'm only your mummy!”. She guided his hand against her doughy tummy. It was nothing like a pregnant stomach, it was a soft inviting sea of fat, like he could almost feel the sheer indulgence his mother had subjected herself to. She slowly led his hand around the surface, stroking the belly lightly and making it jiggle ever so slightly. He could feel himself getting excited, and his blood racing. He pushed down with a bit more pressure, feeling his palm sink into the fat. He look up at his mother's face. She had closed her eyes, as though the experience was therapeutic for her. After what could have been an age of stroking his mother's bountiful flesh, he gently rested his head on her belly making a softer gurgle. In a blissful state, he drifted off to sleeper to dream about what other fleshy areas he could explore.

Despite Susan's awareness of her growing figure, the growing continued. Whatever reservations she had about becoming a large fleshy woman were inferior to the joys she had of eating handful upon handful of whatever her son cooked her. And Paul was rewarded with a more and more relaxed sense of privacy between the two. Several months into unemployment, Susan was a large woman. Her jet black hair, bright red lips, big mothering eyes and natural beauty were still intact, but it would be a challenge to recogniser her on body alone. Where she had once been slender and trim, she had blossomed into a chubby woman. Her jawline had finally grown into a soft double chin, her belly lay plump and proud out in front, with each cake threatening to sink south, and her once muscular legs had plumped out to meet her increasingly excessive behind. But it was her bust that concerned Paul this morning. Coming downstairs in his underpants to start preparing breakfast, Paul pause on the first step to remain out of view. Down below, he peered at his voluptuous mother in her favourite long-suffering floral underwear. Pudgy fingers were wrestling with clip on her bra, trying to get the thing off. Paul watched from a distance as she tried and tried to remove her bra. The bra itself barely served it's original function, it was pulled so tight that it could have been mistaken for a string bikini. The cups were almost totally useless, simply covering the nipple and contorting the breast out of shape. Her bosoms were overflowing in all directions, the soft pale flesh jiggling with every movement. He had a burning desire to see them free, each far more than a handful for any man and softened beyond imagination.

With a certain amount of bravery, Paul walked down stairs to his mother. She stopped in her tracks, and whipped her head around to him. “Do you need a hand?” he offered. Susan blushed “Oh... I... my bra is caught... and I need to have a shower.”. “Don't worry,” Paul said unphased, approaching her. He spun her around and started grappling with the bra. “Its sort of embarrassing,” his mother giggled “but I haven't taken this thing off in weeks!”. Paul could tell, the bra had become so tight under her weight that he struggled to pull the bra together enough to release the clip. “Could you squish your boobs in mum?” Paul said as blankly as he could muster. Susan grasped her chest with some force, giving Paul just enough slack to unclip the bra. “Thank you my gorgeous boy!” Susan said, turning towards him. Paul, however, could not concentrate on what she was saying. He had not seen her bare breasts since he was a small child, and even then they were not the mammoth portions they are now. Slowly, his mother released the bra letting her breasts out. At first they were held firmly in a perky rounded shape, but as the bra came off they began to spill downwards. He could not stop staring so obviously at his mother's chest. As the bra slowly came away altogether, he could see them in all their glory. He could only imagine how perfectly perky and round they would have been some months ago, but they had begun to succumb to their own weight. Not that her breasts were any less perfect, they were soft and pale, and retain a certain shape and roundness despite their immense proportions. Each was capped with a firm little nipple, and like a newborn again he want to suckle from his mother more than anything. As thanks for his assistance, she lent in and gave him a moist kiss on the forehead, but he was intently focused on the fact that her glorious breasts were swaying inches away from him.

Susan made her way to the bathroom, slipping her underwear off on the way. Paul paused for a second, and then scooped up her bra off the floor. He held it to his face, and breathed in deeply. All the sweat and pheromones she'd left in the garment came rushing into his nostrils. It was the pure smell of motherhood, of being held as an infant, of being safe and nurtured. He became so incensed by the smell that his feet began walking before he knew where. He was making his way toward the bathroom. He needed to see more of his mother, if only a peep. Silently, he slid the door open and peered inside. Amidst the steam, he could see the large mass of his mother. She was soaping herself, slowly, getting into every new roll and crevasses she could find. She slowly massaged the fat on her body, making her soapy wet mass slowly gyrate. She was captivating, her flesh so soft and white, silky, like a slab of gelatinous marble. And yet, embedded within every ounce of flesh was pure lust. Paul stayed there, motionless and aroused beyond what he thought possible. She yelp “Paul?!... what are you doing?”. Paul was silent for a moment. He was perving on his mother. He had nothing to say, and the panic rose inside of him. Then, out of nowhere “I just thought, since you were struggling with your bra, maybe you needed me to help you clean yourself?” Paul couldn't tell if this was better than saying nothing. Susan smiled “Oh aren't you sweet! I'm sorry I was a bit frightened, but I guess you've seen it all before!”. Susan paused for a bit, weighing up the options “Well, I guess there is more ground to cover than ever, I could probably use a hand. I remember when we used to shower together when you were only little.”. Paul quivered, slowly dropped his underpants and made his way to the shower. Susan handed him the soap “Okay, so I need a bit of a hand getting under my breasts. I don't want you to feel embarrassed just because I'm your mother. You may not have noticed, but I think they gotten a bit bigger in the past few weeks.”. There was barely enough space for Susan alone, let alone the two of them, but Paul managed to squeeze himself between the wall and his mother's food-heavy belly. He soaped up her bosom and massaged them deeply. He was at the pinnacle of arousal, but miraculously his mother didn't notice. “I'm so lucky to have such a gorgeous son!” she soaped her behind as her son worked on her breasts “Here I am, chubbier than I've ever been, and my darling boy offers to help me wash myself! Most boys would find their mother's naked body gross.”. “I can't help it,” Paul mumbled through a mass of belly and breast “you are beautiful!”. And with that she kissed him on the forehead. Paul stopped cleaning for a moment. “Is something wrong sweetie?” Susan asked. “Its just... why do you always kiss my forehead? That's what you do with small children.”. Susan stroked the side of her son's head, and with that hand drew him forwards. She lend in and gave her son a big, sugary kiss on the lips.

It had been most of a year since Susan had lost her job, and she was an entirely different woman. Plump had led to fat, and fat had led to something else indeed. Thanks to near-constant gorging she was almost double her body weight, but her body seemed to know what to do with it. Rather than a shapeless blob, she was shapely despite her girth. Her breasts and her behind were more bountiful and sensual than ever, which brought Paul joy to know end. One evening, after an afternoon of slaving in the kitchen, Paul called his mother to the dinner table. “I need a hand...” she whimpered back. Paul came out to see his mother (dressed only in a very large, but no less strained pair of underwear) unable to hoist herself out of the couch, with an embarrassed smile on her face. “Could you help your mother up?”. Paul happily obliged, precisely positioning is grasp around her waist and to squish himself against her belly and grip her behind at the same time. “Thanks honey!” she said, granting him a peck on the lips. She waddled her way toward the kitchen, her grand rear bouncing so rhythmically and hypnotically that Paul would have been entranced if he weren't so determined that the evening play out perfectly. Another lavish feast await Susan, who was more than used to being spoilt these days, but to make the occasion special Paul had opened a bottle of champagne. “What's the occasion sweetie?” Susan managed through a mouthful. “To a perfect mother and a perfect life!” he said, pouring her a glass. Susan powered through the feast with her usual superhuman appetite, finishing half the bottle of champagne by the time she was licking up crumbs. Even for her current girth she looked bloated, but was content. Maybe it was the drinks she'd had, or just a fondness for her son, but the two sat at the table talking for the rest of the evening. Susan nursed the bottle, whilst Paul looked the right opportunity to bring up his favourite topic. “How you feel about your body?” he inquired. Susan paused, not sure how to reply. “This old thing?” she said grabbing her mammoth breast for effect “When I first put on weight, I was horrified. But I couldn't deny all the lovely food you were giving me. I like being skinny, but I'm in love with food. And so I just kept eating and eating and eating to my hearts desire, and I just grew humongous!” and with that she shook her huge fleshy belly. “But that's when it hit me, why should I be ashamed of my body? Every roll, every curve, every part of me that jiggles and sticks out... that's all a reminder of my lovely son who feeds me amazing food! I'm proud of my huge ass, it shows everyone how much my son loves me!”. Paul was silent for a moment, until offering softly “I love your huge ass, mum.”. With a drunken sway, Susan managed to hoist herself out of her seat and waddle over to her son. Her fat bounced off her hypnotically, her breasts bouncing free of her bra with ease, displaying her soft nipples. Either she didn't notice or didn't care, as she was single minded about reaching her son. She pulled him out of his chair and gave him a huge motherly hug, submerging him in a warm plump ocean flesh. She lent in and began to plant a kiss on her sons lips. In her drunken state, Susan kissed him an ounce too passionately and lingered a moment too long. She pulled away, smiling to cover a certain amount of embarrassment. They paused a moment, before surrendering to a more passionate kiss. Susan and Paul kissed deeply for the first time, tasting each other entirely, massaging the inside of each other's mouths. Paul's hands quickly found her massive white breasts, and he began tenderly rubbing them like he had been dreaming of rubbing his mother's breasts for months now. Susan quietly moaned with delight. Paul broke away from kissing her to gorge himself on her ample breasts, and Susan tightly embraced him into her cleavage. He was smothered but delighted. As his mouth explored the soft enveloping folds of her chest, his hands sank around her to grasp her mammoth ass. Forcefully he caressed her behind, truly taking in how much fat she had managed to stuff herself with in such a short amount of time. Pure fat embraced him from all sides, like the physical feeling of greed in all all its glory enclosed his small skinny frame. Paul suckled his mother for what seemed like an eternity, in the thralls of ecstasy, until his mother leant in and whispered to him “There's something special I'd like to do for you”. Paul stopped, not sure what how to feel. “Find me something sweet,” she continued, softly and soothingly “and then meet me in the bedroom.”.

Paul gently pushed open the door to his mother's bedroom, chocolate cake in one hand. The room was dimly lit by small candles, and in the middle of the bed lay his big beautiful mother. Susan looked perfect as she was that moment, her dark black hair, bright red lips and warm inviting features so effortlessly sexy. She had draped herself in a barely-there negligee, one of which he could easily see every cascading ivory roll and voluptuous curve. Her gaze beckoned him closer, and he made his way towards her. Her eyes never left the cake, and she greedily took it off him when he was close enough. She then turned away from him and placed the cake in front of her. She lent in towards the cake, leaning on her knees, so that her large plump ass was poking out towards Paul. With her bare hands she began to take the cake apart and stuff herself with it. She gently moaned with delight, and softly beckoned to Paul, “You can enter any time you like sweetheart, mummy doesn't mind.”. Paul was nervous, but his body knew what to do. As his mother gorged on cake, Paul took a hold of her great white behind. He silenced his nerves, and thrust himself deep into his mother. She squealed with a mouthful of chocolate from a mixture of pleasure and being startled. He thrust repeatedly, causing seismic ripples in her flabby figure. Every moment within her was ecstasy. Susan didn't let this distract her from her dessert, and as the forbidden pleasure surged through her, she devoured the cake more vigorously stuffing handful upon handful into her gluttonous gullet. Paul savoured the thick inviting flab slapping against him rhythmically, knowing that there could be no sweeter feeling on earth. He reached around and tightly clutched what he could of her generous belly, feeling her violently jiggle all over. Susan's pleasure was getting the better of her, and as much as she wanted to stop eating and give in to the feeling, she did not want to disappoint her son. So Susan continued to stuff herself with, knowing that she could only get plumper from it. Both Paul and Susan were reaching a climax they could not have imagined, and in the throws of passion Paul cried “You're body is amazing!”. Susan responded, wailing with pleasure, “You've made me this way! You've made your mother morbidly obese!”. And with that, Paul came deep inside her, feeling the greatest pleasure he'd ever known. The two sank into bed, and kissed each other softly and wordlessly.

As Paul lay in his mother's bosom a few minutes later, he hazily spoke to her, “I've felt this way about you for a long time. I was scared to tell you, because I didn't think you'd understand.”. Susan smiled at him knowingly, “Sweetheart, I've known for a while. We've showered together, you've watched me while I eat with desire in your eyes for months. I might be you're mother but I'm not an idiot.”. Paul was taken aback, “But... how could you....”. Susan cut him off, “Did you really think I would gorge myself day and night into a big fat woman just for the fun of it?” there was an element of teasing in her voice “it wasn't hard to figure out what you liked once the muffin top came along. Your eyes would follow me around the room, so I decided to see how far I could take this.”. Paul couldn't help but feel a little lost. “So...” he gathered his thoughts “does that mean this is it? No more gorging?”. Susan added a touch of flirtatiousness to her voice “I said as far as I could take this right? Do you think I could fit just a little more in here?” and with that jiggled her tremendous stomach with both hands. “Of course you can!” Paul hastily responded. “Good,” said Susan licking her lips “then you won't mind grabbing me a pack of doughnuts, some chips and a few bars of chocolate from up the road...”

FIN

That was awesome, OP.

Thanks, that's my smutty contribution to the world of literature.

Anyone else feel free to contribute.

fucking great

>>1158
It was MAGNIFICENT.

The only thing that could make it better is some sort of epilogue where she's even fatter.

>>1158
that was beautiful OP.
>My writing's not amazing
And your modesty made me d'aww. You're great. Orders better than me at least.

I dug up a plot I wrote some months ago intended to be made into a comic. Seeing as I'm so busy lately, it will probably never materialise.

it's based on a true story. I guess I can post some of my IRL livejournal posts later, especially the ones about my mother who I really did have a feeder feedee relationship with.

Anyway, here's the based-on-reality story of my Aunt. I apologise for the terrible writing but remember this was just a plot for a comic:

>>1237
I woke up drenched in sweat, unable to move, or see anything.
No, it wasn't a night terror, although I still get those frequently.
It was my aunt's gigantic ass smothering me.



I pushed some undiscernible flab cushions out of my face and was temporarily blinded by the sharp morning rays from my window.
I could just make out the time on the alarmclock without my spectacles. It was 7.29am



I tried to crawl out of the warm sticky coccoon of blubber. It's always a surprise to see which side of my aunt I emerge from.
During the night she tosses and turns, kicking the pillows and quilts off. Not that I need pillows and quilts anymore...
But ever since her derriere outgrew my bed, she had little space to toss and turn, and now, invariably, I end up a buttsticker.

This is most inconvenient for me, as the inablity to pee during the night means that my bladder is a tense ball of pain by the time I'm released from the prison of blubber.

Try as I might, my efforts at breaking free from my confinement failed. I gave up, and spent the last few seconds waiting for the clock.
5.
SNORE
4.
3.
SNORE
2.
1.
RING RING RING RING

>>1238
Guttural moans filled my bedroom as the beast awoke from its slumber.



A loud roar of a yawn heralded a fleshquake as she kicked about to get out of bed.



She sat up. My legs are still trapped and I needed to pee badly.
I sat up behind her. I pulled the tight elastic strap of her panties as far backwards as it allowed, and let potential energy take care of the rest.



THWACK

"OW! WHAT YOU DO THAT FOR YA LITTLE IMP"
I giggled. I was always a naughty boy, especially to my aunt. Even now, at the age of 22 and 5"8, the impulsive need to be the little imp dominates my personality
"I just wanted you to get off so I can pee!"



"UGH"

She stood up, ass swiftly peeling away from my sweaty thighs.



She turned around and looked down, towering above me. At seven feet tall she was truly, a real life giantess.

"Ok but don't take long in the bathroom cos I need to shower"
"Hey I need to shower too"
"Yeah but you take ages"



"It doesn't matter, we both leave togetheeer!" and I bolted for the bathroom.



I tried to pee. But the morning erection I had maintained through digging my way out of buttville delayed my pee.
I strained and after some seconds, flow started. Within a minute. I was relieved of my urinary retention caused by secondary immobility.



I started the shower, and immediately I heard her yell

"WE AGREED I SHOWER FIRST"
"Hey you're welcome to hop in. Door's open."
"You know we don't fit in there together, Alex..."



"Come on, I can help you soap up those many hard to reach areas o'yours!"
As I said this I exposed my rear end from the door and made gestures as if my ass was much bigger.
"Ugh you idiot. I'm coming in there AND IT'S TO BEAT YOU SILLY"



I laughed and locked the door. I loved roughhousing with my aunt, but I was still sore from last night's play-wrestling.
Of course, by play-wrestling, I mean she practice her wrestling techniques and plays with me like a ragdoll, while I punch and kick in vain.
I can fight but I'm no match against the 1999 caperville wrestling champ.



I set the water temperature to "lukewarm" and bathed the sweat and pre-cum off my body.


I always take my time while showering, to review my situation. I was wondering about my relationship with my aunt.

Probably so are you.



You see, 7 years ago, at the age of 15, I moved out of my house. This was because I grew a very unhealthy relationship with my mother, that grew increasingly sexual.
To prevent things from degenerating. I moved out of the house to this tiny studio flat here in Caperville.



I had hoped that the sudden surge of independence would cut my umbilical cord of dependence, and then I would grow into a man. A normal man.
But I was wrong. I did not cope with the loneliness as well as I had planned. What more, I then lacked any contact with women whatsoever. And this distressed me.



Two years later, I started medical school. Everyday I would have lectures and ward rounds at Caperville Central Hospital (CCH).




There I met my aunt for the first time in ages, working as a ward security guard. Although she seemed less gigantic - as I had grown to my adult height by then, she had certainly grown horizontally.
From the chubby Amazonian I remembered from childhood, she became like, inflated. That was my first impression. She looked like she had been pumped up like a balloon.

>>1239
It was the first time I had been turned on by a woman since I left my mother's house.




We talked and reminisced on my pranks and she explained to me some aspects of my family that I hadn't understood as a child.

She was one of those girls who never married, went from one messy relationship after another, and finally ended up a lonely spinster.
She desperately needed a man in her life, one who wasn't intimidated by her size - which she admitted was rapidly increasing.

Meanwhile I needed a big girl to cuddle up with at night.



We were brave enough to pass some compliments. She said that I grew into a very yummy man, and I had said something about her looking more stunningly beautiful than I had remembered.
I admitted that I had a crush on her as a child, and she said that she knew.




She told me she remembered how many drawings I'de do of her and me. I hadn't seen that coming. It embarrassed me quite a bit. I still draw a lot, but I lost most of my portfolio, and burnt the stacks I did of my mother.



Since we saw each other every day, we agreed it was only rational for us to move in with each other.
My apartment, although much less lavish, was closer, so we spent most of our nights here and used it to run off early during night shifts when no one would miss us.



Over five years of living with me, her ass ballooned to the size it is now. I am but a man of flesh with a fetish for excesses of it, and so you couldn't blame me for making slow impulsive advances.

"mistake" brushes against each other progressed to goodnight kisses which grew progressively more and more sexual.
Finally, just months ago, after passing through my narrow corridor, she gave me a dishcloth in hand and asked me to clean off the cracked paint that her ass brushed off the wall.
That night I had lost control. Impulsive buttsqueezes led to hugs, kisses and finally passionate aunt-nephew sex.



HURRY UP DAMMIT WHY DO YOU EVEN TAKE SO LONG

I snapped back to reality. My allotted time for daydreaming was up. I wrapped a towel around me and started making breakfast.



My aunt's appetite had grown with her size, but she eats healthy food when I'm the one preparing it.
A massive bowl of chicken salad, surrounded by deviled eggs and a side of margarine'd toast and a jug of milk awaited the beast that slowly stomped out of the bathroom.




She squeezed into the sofa before the kitchen table and finished her breakfast. She was indeed a savage girl, but when it came to dining, she was neat and graceful.
We made light conversation as she loaded up her fuel stores with the most important meal of the day.

Today is your big day, Alex. You're always tense with exams. It's nice to see you confident before one for a change.
"It's my final. The clinical. Today I follow an examiner on a ward round, and I'll examine patients and form a diagnosis and a plan of treatment.



I know my stuff. I've nothing to worry about".
"Good. Well, I'm done. Let's go".

We left the apartment.

>>1240
Aunty squeezed into the back seat and I forced the door shut. Her ass propped her up so high that she had to lean forwards, hugging me from behind with one arm and holding the other front seat with the other.
She couldn't even roll up the windows of my little car, as butt blubber heaped up and bulged out the window.

Getting her out was a more tedious exercise as she would invariably get stuck. My car is too small, according to her.
But the truth is, in the same way kids outgrow their clothes, my aunt outgrew my car.

With a little help from other security personnel she is extracted from my vehicle and we go to our seperate ways.



She goes to change into her uniform and begin her gruelling day of sitting around and doing nothing.
While I walk towards the Examination Room.

a segment of an old LJ entry. it wasn't easy posting this .__.

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Throughout my childhood I was obsessed with food. My mother would feed me all kinds of junk, and would make me eat until I vomit. I was an obedient boy. I suppose I still am. I did everything to make mommy happy, even if it hurt sometimes.
However I was self conscious about my weight since early childhood. I wanted to be small and thin. I managed to fend off the pounds in my teens, and remained slim.

Still, however, the feeling of warm sticky goop travelling down my throat became synonymous with pleasure. After a week of eating almost nothing, I would finally cave in and stuff myself until I was in so much pain I would not be able to do anything for hours.
I would rub my distended belly in front of the mirror with the bathroom door locked. It was secret. It was masturbation, with the sexual organ being my swollen painful tummy.

I knew it wasn't normal, but I didn't think about it at all. I was just doing what felt natural.
Then, while at my aunt, my cousin -then a flat chested teen, now a fantastically big boobed woman, decided it was a good idea to keep me entertained with an old favourite video of hers (as I was tireingly naughty when mommy was not around).
The video was, yeah, you guessed it -

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1964)

The house was quiet while I cuddled up with my cousin. She says I was cute at that age - 10 years old. Full head of straight brown hair. I was just about to sleep on her when-
VIOLET
YOU'RE TURNING VIOLET

I watched in horror as the girl swelled up into a blueberry. Then the Oompa loompas came in, so tiny next to her, and rolled her to the juicing room.

I felt something strange throughout. It was something I had never experienced before. It felt like being punched in the stomach at the time, with something rising in my chest.
I cried. I was hysterical. Cousin stopped the video and tried to calm me down. I remember thinking, I was going to die.

But I remained alive and well, to my surprise. I decided to experiment with this new bad feeling. I imagined my cousin swelling up like Violet. It came again, and it resolved.
That is when I started drawing. I tamed my fear gradually, and accepted, like my fear of spiders, this was "one of those weird things" about me. I should simply avoid scenes on tv where people would grow.

This was very difficult to do.

I would rewatch entire series just to see the same episode again. There wasn't youtube back then. Internet was a new thing where I live.

But my mother would make me record some cartoons on a special cassette. She would make me record on older cartoons, because they weren't "interesting enough".

Over a year I had managed to record a whole collection of cartoons. I eventually realised though, that every episode on it was one that gave me that uncomfortable feeling.
My mother and I would watch the video again and again. Around the twist's spaghetti binge. Goosebump's Say Cheese or Die. Johnny Bravo's weight gain shakes. Goofy with the water hose stuck in his pants. Jerry where he inflates like a balloon.
I would sleep on my mother. I remember her once telling me "Stop that"
Stop what?
That moving with your hips. I'm not your girlfriend.
I realised I was humping her. I didn't know what I was doing. I was still confused about my deviant sexuality.

My father would argue with my mother a lot about her weight. He would get violent and I would want to protect her. Not that she needed any protection. She would defiantly tell him, that she enjoyed how she was, and that the more he complains, the more she would fatten herself.
And that she did. She grew even huge-er. Massive. She did her chores less and less. The house grew filthy. She would buy all sorts of useless stuff through other people as she grew too outsized to go out much.
Then she stopped cooking.
I took it upon myself to learn the basics. I learnt how to cook basic simple dishes like pasta and whatnot.

Big mistake.

I cooked excesses of it, and would bring it to my queen. During boring school lessons, I looked forward to nothing more than to fill pots with pasta, rice and prepare huge thick crust pizzas.
I would supplement that with enormous amounts of junk food as starters before food's ready. Huge amounts of ice-cream and cake and sweets.
It was my pleasure. As she grew larger and larger she grew more and more dependent on me for cooking and cleaning.

My mother was very bossy. She wouldn't ask me to dress her, wash her, feed her, rub her back. She would order me. Scream. Shout. Hysterically.
No matter how much I took care of her, she never once showed me that she loves me.


Then I started studying seriously. I wanted to become a doctor. My family is poor, and my mother had eaten my father's finances away on food and useless junk we couldn't even find place for.
With studying, the combined responsibility was too much for me, and the house became a horrid mess. My mother grew more abusive as I couldn't keep up with both her, and school and sports, while my father gave up on caring for a blob who didn't care about him.

At school. Kids started getting girlfriends. They were so skinny and thin that I didn't even show any interest. My interest, instead, was on art. Painting. Mostly things that I liked. And on top of that list was one thing.
Fat people.
I gradually appreciated that my sexuality was different to my peers. I had just discovered the internet, and had come in contact with sites like dimensions magazine and some shitty tripod sites loaded with ugly .gifs "this website is under construction".

My only friend was "the new kid" who entered school halway through. He was picked on a lot for being fat. Rotundly so. I was picked on for not liking girls. We hung out together a lot. I would get him food and cigarettes, and eventually the little pocket money I had also disappeared.

But I didn't care. He was my only friend ever. Heh, I remember him banned from the cafeteria, because the cook felt guilty watching him grow so fat very fast, which is why I started getting him food.
Heh eh. Kids.
I missed him dearly when he dropped out of school, despite my advice to continue. When you have no friends in a boy's school, and everyone thinks that you are gay, life is hard.


At 18, I started to feel anxious. I appreciated that the relationship between my mother and I was degenerate, and that she is not eternal. When she dies at 70, I will still be 40. A 40 year old virgin. Doomed to a lonesome existence.
I decided the only solution was to cut my umbilical cord. I had to physically distance myself from my mother and leave the sick building that I lived in.

>>1242
are you 40 now? making predictions like that is silly!
nice aunt supplemental story
and the livejournal post was great. if things like that are hard to post, keep it anonymous!!
anyhow i really feel you. and i think perhaps my whole fucked-upedness concerning fatness is because i grew up with a grandma who also made me eat until vomiting. and when i lost weight she told me i needed to gain it back. as a kid i would stuff msyelf with lunchables and cans of soup and look at myself in the mirror
my grandma always had a 40 pack of drumsticks ice cream cones in the freezer. it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

bumping for mothers getting porky.

I found this. It doesn't have any feeding content, but its still a bbw mother / son dynamic.

http://www.literotica.com/s/hedonist-bbw-mom

>>1455
>>1232
>>1247

op / mother son author here.

I've almost finished a 2nd story, I will post it very soon.

>>1534
Much appreciated.

Okay, here's another. I took a different angle, hopefully it doesn't feel too similar.

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Jason and Kate were not your average couple. At a glance you would wonder how they had ended up together. Jason was a prime example of the highschool slacker, lazy but harmless. Kate on the other hand was pretty, smart and social, and she knew it. He had the kind of scruff appearance that showed just how little he cared, and she had the cute black hair, porcelain skin, slender physique and deep expressive eyes that could make anyone care. But beneath the surface, the strongest desire in Kate's heart was only to manipulate others. It delighted her to orchestrate fights, destroy relationships and to lead foolish men off the cliffs of rationality. And in this respect, Jason was the boyfriend she had always dreamed of. The lengths he would go for mere hints of affection had led him into trouble with school, his family and the police. As their relationship blossomed, so too did the malice of her desires.

No example better demonstrates this than what followed one late Tuesday night. The couple were drinking Jason's father's favorite Scotch in the backyard, sitting under the stars. Jason had finally plucked up the courage to tell Kate what he had told no one. With a deep breath he explained to her his deepest desire, a perversion he had been itching to tell someone about for years. He finish with a heavy, expectant silence. “So,” Kate paved the silence “you're, into fat girls?”. “Um, not quite.” Jason was starting to realize this was a bad idea “I'm attracted to girls that, um, get fat. Like put on weight.”. “So when they have those celebrities in the magazines who pork out, you get a raging hard on?” Kate smirked. “Um... kinda, I guess...” Jason dropped his voice. “Wait, you're not expecting me to plump out into a fat slob are you? Cos I don't want to end up like one of those girls on Jerry Springer just to turn you on.” Kate was enjoying herself. “Um... no, I just thought it was like, important for you to know...” he knew this wasn't going according to plan. Kate turned to him about to make another teasing comment about Krispy Kremes, only to hold her tongue. Jason looked absolutely defeated, head down trying to will this conversation away. Kate hadn't realized quite how important a weird sexual kink meant to him. How could she crush him now, after he had opened up to her like this? No, that would be far too easy. The information he had just given her could be used for a far greater evil. Kate put on an understanding face, and patted him on the back. She reassured him that she understood, and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, she even let him believe that he could be proud of his perversion. It was important to lull him back into a sense of security, and get some more details about this abnormal attraction, so that she could formulate some way to amuse herself with it.

“Hunger Stimulants” read the description on the shoddy, Chinese website. “These pills are designed to promote the body's natural hunger sensation and mask the sensation of feeling full. Recommended for bodybuilders and athletes attempting to gain muscle mass.”. She had read about how some sportsmen use these type of drugs illicitly to up their dietary intake. This almost seemed too easy for Kate. Sure, they weren't magic, but on the right victim they could be the straw that break's the overindulgent camel's back. The question was who? What poor sap could she unwillingly make the desire of Jason's misguided affection? What unholy relationship would give Kate the most sadistic pleasure? She could use them on Jason himself, and lure him into an awkward attraction to himself? No, that would be too basic. How about a close friend? A classmate? No, that may cause him more pleasure than pain. What would truly amuse Kate would be to see Jason cross a line that would disgust people. She wanted to see him do something terrible and humiliating. The answer was so close, but alluded her repeatedly...

Until finally it hit her some weeks down the track. Sitting at the table, having dinner with Jason's family, Kate stared into the kitchen. Jason's own mother. Jason's wholesome, skinny mother. Kate imagined her being cute back in her youth, short light brown hair, friendly features, gracefully trim body. She could be the key, the guilt of a son being aroused by the sight of his own mother would be second to none, and Kate would feed off that guilt for years. Kate beamed to herself, this plot of gluttony, incest and shame made the rest of Kate's mischief seem downright childish. After dinner was finished, Kate excused herself to go to the bathroom. Once out of view, she made a brief trip around the house to set a few things in motion. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, Kate being picked up later and the family retiring for bed as the evening drew to a close. Jason's mom finished brushing her teeth and popped open her pill box. She made a habit of having her vitamin pills twice a day, and whilst these new ones seemed a bit different to the ones she usually took, she swallowed them without much thought and made her way to bed.

Two week later, Kate was visiting again. Jason's mum answered the door, and Kate took a moment to take note of her handiwork. The mother of two was still in good shape, but was becoming slightly shapelier. Her bust caught the eye where it had been less than notable previously, and her belly was just prominent enough to silhouette against her top. “You look lovely today! Have you been doing anything different lately?” Kate asked with a certain amount of earnest. “Thank you Kate!” she blushed “I can't say I've been doing anything differently with my look. I guess I've been doing more baking if that counts! I've had to find a way to kill the time since my exercise bike broke.” Kate could barely hide her glee. Luckily, a ding from the oven in the other room offered a distraction. “Oh, that must be the cookies!” Jason's mother couldn't hide her own excitement “Would you like to taste test the batch with me Kate?”. “No thanks, I'm pretty full right now. Maybe later.”. “Suit yourself,” Jason's mother was already leaving the room “I reckon I could finish the whole batch...”

It was only a couple of weeks later that Jason's father was celebrating his 44rd birthday. The family had gone out to dinner to celebrate, and the kids ended up staying at their friend's places that evening. With the house to themselves, Jason's father waited in bed whilst his wife was preparing in the bathroom for his usual birthday surprise. After some time, she stepped into the bedroom in near see-through underwear she had picked up earlier that week. Wordlessly she paraded her outfit for her husband, the moonlight shining through the window and running itself over her decidedly more ample thighs, hips, belly and then bust. Already the lingerie was edging on being a size too small, but this didn't faze her, as she gracefully teased her husband. She got right to the edge of the bed, and was about to loosen the her bra when he spoke up. “Um... maybe not tonight sweetheart.”. “WHAT?” she shot back indignantly. “I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe we can do this later in the week.”. His wife was as puzzled as offended, “But you absolutely BEG for sex every night of the year! And the one time you can have it you're 'not in the mood'?”. “Well,” he let a little of his frustration leak through “It also happens to be the one night of the year we go out to dinner and you stuff yourself stupid in public!”. “Excuse me? I didn't stuff myself stupid! And what does that have to do with this?”. “I'll have you know that two entrees, three main courses, desert and then making your family stop for ice cream on the way home counts as stuffing yourself stupid. You eat like an animal!” he was throwing his pajamas on at this point, “And its not just all the eating, its all this weight you're putting on!”. His wife stood up at this point “ALL THIS WEIGHT? How dare you! How could you judge me like that?”. “Hey, I could put up with a couple of pounds, but all this baking and gorging has put a tire around your middle. I mean, look how big your ass is getting!”. She searched for words, but all that came out was “Oh, go fuck yourself!” and with that she stormed out of the room.

She only made it to the downstairs mirror. She hadn't had a chance to see herself nude since Jason's girlfriend had accidentally cracked the full length mirror upstairs. It was true, her physique had become more noticeably rubenesque. Her breasts were plumper and firmer than they had ever been, and her belly was sizable enough to sit out from her waist. The biggest difference though was her ass. Her once no-nonsense little butt had plumped up into major flabby ass, flanked by a sizable set of hips. She was officially a fat mom. Before she had enough time to think this over, her gut groaned in request of a midnight snack. Why the hell not, she thought, if he thinks I'm such a fat ass then I might as well act like one. She clawed her way through the contents of the fridge, nibbling on bits and pieces until she came to a big white box at the bottom. It was from Kate, addressed to “a selfless father and generous husband on his special day”. Jason's mother open the box to reveal a giant chocolate cake that Kate had baked. “Selfless father?” she scoffed “Generous husband? He certainly doesn't deserve this!” And with that, the hungry mother devoured the cake on the spot.

Jason followed his mother out of the kitchen with a tray of baked goods. As much as he tried, he struggled to remove his gaze from her generous behind. As she walked, her ass gyrated hypnotically through material of her skirt, her plump cheeks swaying and jiggling in a rhythmic pattern. It made him sick to his stomach to think his own mother had become this chubby, but he couldn't help himself looking at her meaty rear. Why had Kate made him bake cookies with his mother? “These are delicious!” Kate swung past and helped herself to one of the cookies. “They are amazing aren't they?” Jason's mom rubbed her prominent, gluttonous belly in agreement, “Jason baked these ones.”. “Really” Kate said with a glint of mischief, “I would have thought these were yours. They are so soft, and doughy and delicious. Yours are always so soft and heavenly...”. The look on Jason's face begged her to stop. “Actually,” continued the large mother, “I prefer Jason's ones. I never knew he had such a talent for baking. I swear I ate a whole tray of them before we left the kitchen.” With that a crumb fell down her top and into her ripe, plump cleavage. With one hand she nonchalantly began rummaging amongst her sizable bosom for it. “A whole tray?” Kate broke the silent spectating “Maybe Jason should do the baking for a change. Wouldn't you like to bake cookies for your mum to eat?”. Before Jason could respond, his mother emerge with the crumb, adjusted herself and cut him off “Well, it might give Jason something to do to take his mind off his father. My husband has been taking long trips for work recently and we don't get to see him very often.” Jason was about to respond, but as if to punctuate the conversation, his mother said “You know what would go well with these? A bit of icecream.” and with that she and her flabby behind made there way out of the room.

The routine was pretty simple at first, Jason would bake cookies with his mother, she would consume them at a leisurely pace and busy herself with with non-strenuous activities. But slowly she began attending the baking sessions less and less, and Jason would have to transport the baked goods to his mother personally wherever she happened to be lounging around the house. Her gluttony was taking its toll on her size too; as the weeks passed her body ballooned right in front of Jason's eyes. As her flesh became more and more ample, Jason's urges became less and less natural. All he could do was try to control himself, and just keep baking.

One sweltering evening in the early summer, Jason was in the kitchen pulling out a batch of custard tarts out of the oven. He had stripped down to his briefs due to the heat, and looking at him you could tell that he had lost weight since he started baking. His ribs were starting to show as a symptom of the amount of devotion he was putting into serving his mother, a fact which delighted Kate to no end. Jason loaded a tray with an assortment of treats and made his way up to his mother's room. When he reached her bedroom he could not see her. He called for her when I wild thought came into his head. Without thinking, he placed the tray down next to her bed and quietly hid himself in the closet, leaving the door open ajar so they he could just spy through. His heart rate quickened, although he still had no idea what he was doing or why. Before he could change his mind, he could hear heavy, slow footsteps making their way towards the room. Eventually his mother waddled in, and he watched silently. She too had stripped down to her underwear in the heat. Only a few weeks ago she had been plump, but now his mother was truly obese. Her breasts were enormous, just having passed their peak in roundness and shape and now beginning to feel the effect of gravity, forming glorious soft, white cleavage inside her bra. Her flesh was pale from a lack of leaving the house, and her whole body was drenched in sweat from the heat. Her massive underwear consuming ass jiggled intensely with each micro-movement as she waddled across the room. In front of her, her big, soft gut stood as a testament to her intense self indulgence, glistening with sweat. Looking over his mother's bare, sweaty flesh she appeared to Jason like a cartoonish inflation of the thin, fit mother he once had. Against his will, he could feel himself becoming erect. Once at the bed, his mother lay down and greedily began destroying the tray of baked goods. Her plump digits swiftly threw the treats in her mouth one by one, and she barely had the time to chew. Half way through the serving she took a breather, panting. She cautiously called “Jason” and waited for a response, called once more loudly, and when no response came she lay back with a sigh of relief. Knowing her son was not within earshot, she gently crept her fingers beneath her bra and began playing with her nipple. A look of childish delight lit up her face, Jason's wood becoming as hard as a rock. Her gargantuan breast began to gently rock, whilst her free hand reached for some pastries to satisfy her other hunger. Eventually she shifted her ample bosom out of her bra, revealing the true scale of her bust glistening in sweat. Her hand gently slid down her mountainous gut and discretely sank her hand beneath her underwear, where she gently entered. Jason took a sharp shallow breath, but his mother was too startled by the feeling to notice. Very gently she began to finger herself, and much to Jason's shame he began to rub himself from outside his briefs. At first she continued to stuff herself with baked items, but soon the pleasure took over and she used her free hand to rub her enormous belly as her rhythms and panting increased speed. Eventually with a satisfied moan she came to a climax, before slumping down onto the bed. At the same time Jason himself was coming, but it took all the effort he could muster to keep himself from making a noise. He waited in the closet, ashamed and guilty, waiting for his mother to fall asleep before leaving.

Toward the height of summer Kate made a surprise visit. Jason answered the door, his clothes stained with flour and other ingredients. How it delighted her to see him driven to being the household slave. The two sat chatting in the living room for only a few minutes when a voice bellowed from upstairs. “Jason, where are you? Mummy needs her chocolate muffins!”. “Mum, Kate's here!” Jason called back, then to Kate “Sorry, I usually bring her a tray of food on the hour.”. A few minutes later the floor gently rumbled as Jason's mother lumbered down the stairs. Kate turned just in time to see her handiwork enter the room; Jason's mother had become enormous. Her massive, soft features were tightly stuffed into a large, floral dress. Her face had the same natural prettiness that she remembered, but was now flanked by a flabby double chin. “You're looking great!” Kate tested the waters. “Thankyou sweetheart! What brings you over today?” Jason's mother wiped the sweat from her brow. “I actually has a present to give you.” Kate reached into her bad, “I saw the design and I thought it would be perfect for you!”. And with that, much to Jason's silent terror, she pulled out and extra-large bikini. “Wow,” the mother's face lit up, “for me? You shouldn't have!”. Kate handed the two piece to her, “Well, go try it on! See how it looks.”. With a glint of courage Jason butt in “Um, maybe not while we have company. She can try it on later.”. “Oh, honey, what are you so scared of? Kate is practically family, she won't mind.”. Jason's anticipation made it hard to focus as his mother made her way to the bathroom to get changed. He did not want to get aroused in full view of his mother and his girlfriend, but deep inside a part of him was excited by the idea. After an eon, she lumbered back into the room asking “How does it look?”. Jason was speechless, the bathing suit left little to the imagination and displayed all the soft folds and rolls all over his mother's massive girth. The top held her breasts up to form an extremely ample cleavage that quaked violently as she walked into the room. Her belly stuck out a great distance in front, whilst her fat creamy thighs rubbed hard against one another with every movement. “It looks amazing on you!” offered Kate “Don't you think so Jason?”. “Um... I don't know...” Jason attempted not to look directly at his mother in her plump glory, “it might be a bit, um, small...”. “Well, since Jason is being so antsy about it then I will go change. Thank you though Kate.” and with that Jason's mother waddled out of the room, displaying her plump white ass once more. Jason relaxed slightly, he was thought he was in the clear. This didn't last long. “Um... can I get a hand in here?” his mother called from the bathroom “I think I'm stuck...”. Jason looked helplessly at Kate, who only reinforced that he needed to go help his mother.

In the bathroom, Jason's mother was struggling to remove her bikini top from her generous bosom. “Oh, honey, can you give mommy a hand to get this off?”. Jason obliged, undoing her top whilst she held her breasts close to her. The bikini top dropped to the floor, and the two were silent for a moment. Finally, Jason's mother spoke up. “Um, honey, I've been meaning to ask... Do you think I've gotten fat recently?”. Jason new she had gorged herself into obesity, but he played it cool “Um, maybe a little. Where do you think you've put on weight?”. Still holding her breasts in one arm, she released the other to cradle her immense stomach “Mainly around my belly I feel pretty flabby.”. Another brave idea entered Jason's head, and before he could dismiss it “It doesn't look too bad to me. I could feel it to see if it feels different”. His mother didn't see the harm, and Jason began sensually rubbing the ample, soft flesh of her tummy. His hands explored the landscape of her figure, her rolls, shape and the bounty of her flesh. She giggled a little, and blushed at the intimacy of his fingers. Finally, assuming she was after an assessment, he offered on “Well, it looks like you have gotten quite pudgy. Your belly is very flabby. Its probably all that baking that's plumped you up mom.” At this point she blushed, she hadn't been expecting such a blunt description “Well, I guess I am getting a little porky...”. Jason cut her off, “Have you put on weight anywhere else?”. “Well, I guess I've gone up a couple of bra sizes. As you can see, my plums have turned into melons...”. “Really?” Jason played dumb “I don't believe it. Can I see?”. She hesitated, but he assured her “Its only me. I'm just trying to help you with your weight.”. Hesitantly, she lowered her arm to reveal her sizable breasts. Jason did his best to seem analytical, as he surveyed her supple nipples and pale, fleshy breasts. “Do they feel any different?” Jason pushed the boundaries very gently. “Um... yeah. Sort of...”. He slowly and hesitantly poked her breast once, then again harder, and once sufficiently confident grasped her bosom firmly. She could not see the bulge in his pants. He “assessed” the shape and texture of her breasts with his hands, until he cautiously approached the nipple. He circled it, slowly, and finally let his figure stroke it gently. His mother jumped in at this point “Honey, that's enough. I think you should stop.” but he only become more vigorous and determined with his motions. She began to resist once again, only for Jason to abandon all reason and sensually kiss his mother like a lover. At first she was confused, then resisted, but quickly succumb to her own secret desires and began to kiss him back. All shame was gone, and both mother and son gave into their hunger. He massaged her bare nipple with one hand, and caressed her plump behind with his other. “You've become so fat, haven't you?” he whispered breathlessly between kisses, her only response being a satisfied moan. Her hands found his throbbing erection, and delicately eased it out of his briefs and up against her soft stomach. The jiggling of her belly gently stroked his manhood. Her plump fingers slipped under his shirt and carefully removed his shirt. As her fingers ran over his body she felt over his skinny frame, and began kissing him on his chest. Slowly she worked her way downwards, threatening to kiss him south of the belt. Just before reaching his erection, his mother looked up and met his gaze with a hungry look. She began to suck him with the force that she would devour deserts with, salivating messily on him. Jason couldn't hold on, and his mother swallowed greedily.

The two shamefully and clumsily re-entered the living room as though nothing happened. Kate acted as though nothing happened, and after an awkward exchange or two, Jason's mother excused herself to bed. Kate new she was on the edge of a breakthrough, and they'd made excellent progress today, but the icing wasn't quite on the cake yet. “How often do you bring your mom food?” she asked. “Um...” Jason was struggling to even maintain eye contact at this point, “every hour I guess.”. “She must be starving Jason!” Kate was fighting to keep the smirk off her face “You should bring her a snack before she goes to bed.”. Jason didn't want to. He wanted to go to bed and pretend that this was some sick nightmare that was going to forget itself by tomorrow. But something urged him, deep down, and he knew that the line had already been crossed. With uncertainty, he went to the kitchen and got a tub of ice cream out of the freezer. He made his way up to his mother's room, heart pounding heavily. Once out of sight, Kate fished her camera out of her bag and silently trailed him up the stairs...

Jason peered into the darkness for a moment, then slowly creaked the door open and stepping in. When his eyes adjusted, he could see his mother on the bed dressed in a nightgown and a look of deep shame on her face. “Jason,” she began “I'm so sorry... I've been a terrible mother. I don't know what came over me. Its just that since your Dad's been gone I've just been so lonely. Without any intimacy or affection I would just eat and eat and eat, until eventually eating started to become a turn on for me. The more I ate, the more I would forget about your father, and the bigger I became the more excited I would feel. When you were telling me how fat I've become, I just couldn't help myself. I don't know how you could ever forgive me for the disgusting things I've done...” she was on the edge of tears at this point. “Its okay,” Jason assured her, “it was a weird moment, we weren't ourselves. But we can move on. Here, I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some ice cream”. “Thank you sweetheart,” his mother dabbed away a loose tear “but I can't. My overheating is what caused this problem, so from today I'm going on a diet.”. Jason held a strong pokerface, he wasn't giving up now “That's fantastic news! But since the ice cream is here, maybe you should have one last taste before your big diet.”. “Thanks sweetheart, but I really shouldn't.”. Jason began to slowly advance on her “Have a mouthful, it can be your reward for this big change.”. “Please Jason, I really think this is a bad idea...”. Jason was next to the bed, and he had prepared a big scoop of ice cream. Initially she refused, but eventually as the spoon approached her lips something primal took over, and she wolfed it down. He offered her another, which she refused, and eventually accepted. With each scoop she resisted a little less, and displayed a little more pleasure with each mouthful. Slowly but surely, his manhood rose as he watched his greedy parent stuff herself to ecstasy with ice cream. Her plump frame quake with each movement, her belly so plump and ripe after so many deserts.

Once she had finished the tub, she slumped back in a pleasant delirium. “Oh sweetheart,” she half burped “you are the worst thing to happen to my diet.”. Jason lay his hand on her ample thigh, sinking into the pale flesh “My god, you have become so fat over the past few weeks”. “Sweetie, please don't say that...” she was to defeated at this point to offer resistance. Jason continued “I mean look at you, you've belly has become huge.” and with that he sank his free hand into her nightgown and across her gloriously flabby belly. “Oh fuck.” she let out, with equal measures of frustration and sharp pleasure. Jason slid the gown apart to reveal his mother's bloated figure once again, glistening in sweat. He spotted a stray drop of ice cream on gigantic breast, and before she could protest he was suckling clean. Her nipple became hard at the touch of his tongue, and she clasped him to her bosom. Jason released himself and sat back from his mother. Eventually he spoke “I want to see how big your ass has gotten”. “Honey, I don't think that's a good idea.” his mother clung on to a shard of reason. “Oh, that's fine.” Jason offered “I understand if you've become so fat that you can't even turn over.”. The arrow hit target, and his mother in a flush of arousal hauled herself over. She squatted so that her robed behind face Jason in all its massive, soft glory. Gingerly he eased up her robe with his fingers, slowly revealing her fat ass. At the sight of his mother's ass he became fully erect, and in a moment of impulse he plunged himself deep into her. Nothing he had experienced could match the pure pleasure of his mother's flesh rubbing all over him, her moans of delight loud in his ears. He kept thinking of how she had gorged herself, day in and day out, to go from the slim, sensible little woman she was to this giant goddess of sloth and greed. He reached around and clasped her massive breast, massaging its softness and stroking her nipple to the rising moans of ecstasy. His other hand explored the massive shifting landscape of her gut, its softness and the delicacy of her folds pleasurable greeting his fingers. He kissed her down her back whilst his hands worked together to contort her belly. He licked the sweat of his mother's flab, his scrawny frame slapping against her excessive back flab. After an eternity of unholy pleasure, he bent her over and with hands grasping the supple flesh of her huge behind he went full speed. As his mother's moans spiraled higher and higher, they both apprached an ultimate climax. With one hand lost in the flesh of her belly, Jason and his mother came simultaneously, before falling exhausted into each others arms and lips. Both were in such pleasure that neither could possibly have noticed the tiny lens at the edge of the door frame. No, at this point in time, mother and son new no shame or evil or consequences of the grotesque union they had formed. Only the sweetest, most unattainable pleasure.

It was a year later. Footage of Jason and his mother had gone viral, and Jason had had to cut ties with what few friends and acquaintances he had left out of shame. He found it hard to leave the house, and spent almost all of his time inside. He still cooked for his mother, as he had so little else to do these days. Every day she make a promise to go on a diet and get their lives back on track, and everyday she would end up gorging herself on pound after pound of food and food-like substances. Jason had decided to start cooking foods other than baked deserts in an attempt to ween her off them, but her appetite welcomed whatever greasy feasts he provided without prejudice. Her hunger had grown so powerful that if Jason were late to bring her a meal she would devour an inanimate object within arms reach of her bed in protest. Her figure had grown to reflect her gargantuan hunger, she was an enormous bed-bound beast, her belly so bloated and huge that it towered over her, her massive breasts each possessing the weight of a small child. Every night Jason would explore his mother's gargantuan landscape and derive his unholy pleasures whilst she powered her way through an excessive desert feast.

Kate was the only person who would brave the household, and she did so regularly. At first she visited only to marvel at the destruction and humiliation she had put upon the household, but she soon realized that in his feeble servant-like role, Jason could be her dream boyfriend. He would feed, clean, pamper and spoil Kate at her command. And as the months passed and she spent more and more time at their house, she began to change. She had been an attractive, trim girl when she first put the wheels of chaos in motion, but as she was pampered with sweet deserts, greasy meals, and bits and pieces of whatever delicious feasts Jason would be preparing for his mother, she began to plump up. In a year's time, she herself had developed a big fat belly, one that resembled a beer gut or a pregnant tummy. Her shirts failed to cover it, and no matter how she tried to hide it, her belly stuck out in front obtrusively to show everyone what a slob she really was. She wanted to stay trim and sexy but the allure of having her servant do everything for her was too strong, and further down the track she began to develop a big butt and some wholesome cleavage to match her ever growing gut. Despite how manipulative she was, she had underestimated Jason. It would be too far late that she would realize that Jason had figured out a way to manipulate her too, to make her into the image of his dear sweet mother...

Masterpiece, keep writing man.

thanks.

wasn't sure about the weight gain pills, the style of plot or whether it was too similar to the last. if i do another i'll do something very different, maybe father feeding daughter...

in the mean time, feel free to post related material.

Wow any more stories like this?

Any more son-feeding-mother stories?