(BBW~WG)
by plussauvage
Denise was hungry after a long photo shoot. She was relieved to be able to let her belly hang out again after two hours of wearing a tight corset. Being too hungry and tired to even wipe the makeup off her face, she just got straight in her black Volkswagen Jetta and headed to Wendy’s for a bite to eat.
Being a plus-size model wasn’t exactly as fun and glamorous as she thought it would be, and she was getting sick of the whole process. The thought of quitting her job kept creeping in to her mind, especially since she started dating Tony.
Tony had a solid well-paying job, and could easily support both Denise and himself. Their relationship had become more serious in past few months, and Tony knew that his girlfriend was loosing her patience with the modeling business.
Denise B. was one of the most in-demand young women in the world of plus-size modeling. A dark haired beauty from Miami, Denise had a wonder mix of Arabic and Puerto Rican heritage giving her a gorgeous exotic look that every photographer dreamed of.
The one thing she liked about being a plus-size model was that she didn’t have to diet or exercise (two things she hated) and the fact that her boyfriend Tony appreciated a woman with curves, she felt she had license to stuff her face every now and then. And when you have perfect flawless female features like Denise had, you can get away with putting a few pounds.
“What’s wrong Mike?” Bob, one of the photographers at Hips and Curves asked.
“Oh, just working with these plus-size models. You can never get em’ to maintain their weight.” Said Mike, who was an executive.
“You talkin’ about Denise?” Bob asked.
“Uh, yea.” Replied Mike.
“I don’t know… she still looks good, I mean she’s still freakin’ gorgeous!” Bob said with some enthusiasm.
“I know. She’s the most naturally beautiful model I’ve seen in a long time. I just wish someone could keep her away from the fridge.” Said Mike as he shook his head. “When I first hired her on, I was thrilled to have her as a plus-size model. With her looks she could have almost gone the Victoria’s Secret direction.”
“Yea, she was slimmer then too.” Said Bob.
“I know, all she had to do was do a little exercise and she wouldn’t even be plus-size.” Mike said.
“What was she when she first came in, 150 or something?” Bob asked.
“She was 5’8” and 154 pounds, but you know Denise, she wears her weight so well. Heck, she was in pretty tip top shape back then!” Mike replied.
“I doubt she was in that great of shape. I mean I don’t think that girl has ever really worked out a day in her life, and the way she goes through the cigarettes!” replied Bob.
“Yea, and I thought her smoking would help keep her weight down. Turns out, the girl just likes to indulge herself, with whatever she feels like doing whenever she feels like doing it!” Mike said.
“Yea well, what are you gonna do? Denise is still your best model whether you want to admit it or not, and she couldn’t have gained that much weight. Besides these are supposed to plus-size models anyway!” Bob said.
“There supposed to be plus-size, but not fat!” Mike said getting a little agitated. “You know how much she weighs now?”
“No, how much?” Bob asked.
“186 pounds, 186 pounds man!” Mike said.
“Yea, but she’s kinda tall.” Bob said.
“5’8” is short by model standards, and I don’t care how tall you are, 186 is pounds is a lot of weight for a woman.” Said Mike.
“She doesn’t look that fat, her face is still as pretty as ever.” Bob replied.
“But I don’t know how much longer I will be able to hide that belly, and that ass of hers will need its own zip code if she keeps goin’ the way she’s going.” Said Mike.
“Na man, I think she still looks good, she’s by far the hottest model we got, we are lucky to have her man!” Bob said.
Denise brushed her long brown hair away from her face and finished off the last few fries from her Wendy’s value meal. She pulled her Jetta into the driveway of Tony’s house, and heaved herself out. Tony lived in a nice little rambler in Thousand Oaks, California and Denise had been living with him for the past month.
Still wearing high heels, Denise wiggled her way to the door and let herself in. Dressed in a low-cut brown tank top and tight blue jeans, she was a welcome sight to Tony who was inside watching ESPN.
“Welcome home.” Tony said.
“Uh, I am so tired!” Denise said as she sat down next to him on the sofa and lit a cigarette. “Could you grab me a drink please.”
Tony got up and headed to the fridge, his eyes still fixated on his beautiful girlfriend. “You really like these Mike’s Hard Lemonade’s don’t you.” He said as he handed her one and sat back down with a beer for himself.
“Oh yea, I just get stressed out with these freakin’ photo shoots, they take way too long.” She said as she took another drag off her cigarette.
Denise had a rather large roll of fat pushing its way over the waistband of her tight jeans as she relaxed on the couch. Just in the past few months since she moved in with Tony, she had put on a good 10 pounds or so.
“You wanna order some Chinese or something?” Tony asked.
“Ooo, that sounds good, I just stopped at Wendy’s, but I’m not one to turn down Chinese food!” Denise said with delight. “I’m gonna get so fat living with you… ordering out all the time.”
“You’re just gonna get prettier every day” said Tony.
“Yea, if you don’t mind your girlfriend wearin’ a size 16, these 14’s are just too tight for me now.” Denise said as she playfully slid her ass against him.
“Baby, you would look sexy if you wore a size 30!” Said Tony as he put his arm around her soft tan shoulders.
“Ooo, I like the way you talk!” Squealed Denise as she gave him a playful peck on the cheek. “Could you get me a piece of cake please….. 41-34-46 baby, and that’s all woman!” She added in a pouty sexy voice as Tony got up to get her cake.
“What happened to 40-33-43?” Tony asked as he walked to the kitchen smiling.
“Bluhh, I told you, it’s all this eating out, you can’t expect these hips to stay the same size!” Denise said as she let out a cute little giggle, and put her hands on her big juicy thighs.
3 months later…..
“Okay Denise give me that sexy little smile one more time. Show the world what real beauty looks like!" Bob said as he peered into his camera.
Denise was doing a photo shoot where all the models at Hips and Curves would write their size and measurements on a white tank top and pose for pictures. It was a way of showing that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, and that you don’t have to be a size “2” or a size “8” to be beautiful.
Denise looked incredibly sexy with her long hair pulled back in a ponytail and her hands grabbing the thin straps of her tight low-cut tank top. She was holding the big smile on her face as she waited for Bob to get the shot.
Right on the front of her shirt was her measurements written boldly in black ink. It read 44-36-48, right across her huge, perfectly shaped breasts. Size 16/18 was written just below that on her now softer, rounder tummy.
She certainly couldn’t hide the additional 15 pounds she had put on wearing skintight jeans and a nearly painted-on tank top. She sported a cute belly that protruded out over her jeans a little, and a deep-set belly button was visible through the strained fabric of her shirt. Her belly was somewhat small in comparison to her wide voluptuous hips and her huge breasts, but the now 200 pound beauty still looked as stunning as ever, and her pretty face had changed little with the weight gain. Her dark eyes glowed towards the camera as Bob finally got the shot he wanted.
“Okay, that’s gonna be on the cover of the catalog!” he said as he took a step back and relaxed for a moment.
“Oh, thank goodness,(pant) are we done for day?” Denise asked as tugged on her painfully tight jeans.
“Yea, you can go.” Said Bob
Denise grabbed her cigarettes and bounced her way out the door to have a smoke. Her enormous ass jiggled back and forth, and just then Mike walked into the room.
“How did she look, is it going to be okay?” asked Mike.
“Man there has never been an ass that looked so good in a pair of jeans…I’m tellin’ you.” Bob said as he followed Denise’s every move with his eyes until she disappeared out the door.
“Huh! There has never been an ass that big in a pair of jeans! Said Mike. “Her eating is getting out of control, I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh, (pant) so much walking, I’m so tired!” Said Denise as she and her friend Robin sat down at a food court in a mall.
“Oh please Denise, it’s not like we were trekking across a desert.”
“Speak for yourself, I’m exhausted and starved!” Said Denise as she dug in to her Taco Bell.
“Jeez Denise, how can you afford to eat like this, calorie wise?” Robin asked as she sat at the small table with her meager salad and looked in awe at Denise’s tray. It was filled with two big crispy burritos, a Mexican pizza, nachos Bell Grande and a side of cinnamon twists.
“I’m a plus model Robin, I can eat whatever I want. I don’t worry about fat content or anything anymore.” Said Denise as she took another big bite of her crispy burrito after dipping it in some ranch dressing. “It’s the beauty of working for Hips and Curves!”
“Well okay, just be sure you don’t get too big for ya man!” Robin said laughing.
“Ha, Tony knows how to treat a girl, and he admires a real woman with a little shape to her.” Denise said with a smile as she started on her nachos.
“You are one lucky girl!” Robin added. “I’ll bet that Tony is good in bed!”
“Robin!” Said Denise in a friendly scolding manner.
“Ha, sorry, but you can’t blame me, I mean Tony is hot!” Said Robin.
“Yeah, yes he is, and he makes a good living too. I’m actually considering settling down.” Said Denise.
“Oh really?” Said Robin.
“Yeah, I’m going to quit modeling, I’m just really starting to get sick of it, and I’m already living with Tony anyway.
6 months later
Denise sat comfortably on her couch at Tony’s house, she watched late afternoon T.V. as she gorged herself on a box of donut holes. She had her legs curled beneath her and she still wearing her sexy tight pajamas from that morning. She had finally quit her job as a model, at least for the time being. She told herself that it was just much needed break and that she would return to it later, when she felt ready.
Denise loved having free time and not having to put herself through any more of those long photo shoots. She liked her first month out of work. Just lounging around the house and being as sexy as she could when Tony got home. She could sleep in, and eat, drink and smoke as much as she wanted.
Even at 223 pounds she looked amazing. Her face still hadn’t changed all that much and she carried the extra weight so perfectly that Tony never had a reason to complain.
Being a plus-size model wasn’t exactly as fun and glamorous as she thought it would be, and she was getting sick of the whole process. The thought of quitting her job kept creeping in to her mind, especially since she started dating Tony.
Tony had a solid well-paying job, and could easily support both Denise and himself. Their relationship had become more serious in past few months, and Tony knew that his girlfriend was loosing her patience with the modeling business.
Denise B. was one of the most in-demand young women in the world of plus-size modeling. A dark haired beauty from Miami, Denise had a wonder mix of Arabic and Puerto Rican heritage giving her a gorgeous exotic look that every photographer dreamed of.
The one thing she liked about being a plus-size model was that she didn’t have to diet or exercise (two things she hated) and the fact that her boyfriend Tony appreciated a woman with curves, she felt she had license to stuff her face every now and then. And when you have perfect flawless female features like Denise had, you can get away with putting a few pounds.
“What’s wrong Mike?” Bob, one of the photographers at Hips and Curves asked.
“Oh, just working with these plus-size models. You can never get em’ to maintain their weight.” Said Mike, who was an executive.
“You talkin’ about Denise?” Bob asked.
“Uh, yea.” Replied Mike.
“I don’t know… she still looks good, I mean she’s still freakin’ gorgeous!” Bob said with some enthusiasm.
“I know. She’s the most naturally beautiful model I’ve seen in a long time. I just wish someone could keep her away from the fridge.” Said Mike as he shook his head. “When I first hired her on, I was thrilled to have her as a plus-size model. With her looks she could have almost gone the Victoria’s Secret direction.”
“Yea, she was slimmer then too.” Said Bob.
“I know, all she had to do was do a little exercise and she wouldn’t even be plus-size.” Mike said.
“What was she when she first came in, 150 or something?” Bob asked.
“She was 5’8” and 154 pounds, but you know Denise, she wears her weight so well. Heck, she was in pretty tip top shape back then!” Mike replied.
“I doubt she was in that great of shape. I mean I don’t think that girl has ever really worked out a day in her life, and the way she goes through the cigarettes!” replied Bob.
“Yea, and I thought her smoking would help keep her weight down. Turns out, the girl just likes to indulge herself, with whatever she feels like doing whenever she feels like doing it!” Mike said.
“Yea well, what are you gonna do? Denise is still your best model whether you want to admit it or not, and she couldn’t have gained that much weight. Besides these are supposed to plus-size models anyway!” Bob said.
“There supposed to be plus-size, but not fat!” Mike said getting a little agitated. “You know how much she weighs now?”
“No, how much?” Bob asked.
“186 pounds, 186 pounds man!” Mike said.
“Yea, but she’s kinda tall.” Bob said.
“5’8” is short by model standards, and I don’t care how tall you are, 186 is pounds is a lot of weight for a woman.” Said Mike.
“She doesn’t look that fat, her face is still as pretty as ever.” Bob replied.
“But I don’t know how much longer I will be able to hide that belly, and that ass of hers will need its own zip code if she keeps goin’ the way she’s going.” Said Mike.
“Na man, I think she still looks good, she’s by far the hottest model we got, we are lucky to have her man!” Bob said.
Denise brushed her long brown hair away from her face and finished off the last few fries from her Wendy’s value meal. She pulled her Jetta into the driveway of Tony’s house, and heaved herself out. Tony lived in a nice little rambler in Thousand Oaks, California and Denise had been living with him for the past month.
Still wearing high heels, Denise wiggled her way to the door and let herself in. Dressed in a low-cut brown tank top and tight blue jeans, she was a welcome sight to Tony who was inside watching ESPN.
“Welcome home.” Tony said.
“Uh, I am so tired!” Denise said as she sat down next to him on the sofa and lit a cigarette. “Could you grab me a drink please.”
Tony got up and headed to the fridge, his eyes still fixated on his beautiful girlfriend. “You really like these Mike’s Hard Lemonade’s don’t you.” He said as he handed her one and sat back down with a beer for himself.
“Oh yea, I just get stressed out with these freakin’ photo shoots, they take way too long.” She said as she took another drag off her cigarette.
Denise had a rather large roll of fat pushing its way over the waistband of her tight jeans as she relaxed on the couch. Just in the past few months since she moved in with Tony, she had put on a good 10 pounds or so.
“You wanna order some Chinese or something?” Tony asked.
“Ooo, that sounds good, I just stopped at Wendy’s, but I’m not one to turn down Chinese food!” Denise said with delight. “I’m gonna get so fat living with you… ordering out all the time.”
“You’re just gonna get prettier every day” said Tony.
“Yea, if you don’t mind your girlfriend wearin’ a size 16, these 14’s are just too tight for me now.” Denise said as she playfully slid her ass against him.
“Baby, you would look sexy if you wore a size 30!” Said Tony as he put his arm around her soft tan shoulders.
“Ooo, I like the way you talk!” Squealed Denise as she gave him a playful peck on the cheek. “Could you get me a piece of cake please….. 41-34-46 baby, and that’s all woman!” She added in a pouty sexy voice as Tony got up to get her cake.
“What happened to 40-33-43?” Tony asked as he walked to the kitchen smiling.
“Bluhh, I told you, it’s all this eating out, you can’t expect these hips to stay the same size!” Denise said as she let out a cute little giggle, and put her hands on her big juicy thighs.
3 months later…..
“Okay Denise give me that sexy little smile one more time. Show the world what real beauty looks like!" Bob said as he peered into his camera.
Denise was doing a photo shoot where all the models at Hips and Curves would write their size and measurements on a white tank top and pose for pictures. It was a way of showing that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, and that you don’t have to be a size “2” or a size “8” to be beautiful.
Denise looked incredibly sexy with her long hair pulled back in a ponytail and her hands grabbing the thin straps of her tight low-cut tank top. She was holding the big smile on her face as she waited for Bob to get the shot.
Right on the front of her shirt was her measurements written boldly in black ink. It read 44-36-48, right across her huge, perfectly shaped breasts. Size 16/18 was written just below that on her now softer, rounder tummy.
She certainly couldn’t hide the additional 15 pounds she had put on wearing skintight jeans and a nearly painted-on tank top. She sported a cute belly that protruded out over her jeans a little, and a deep-set belly button was visible through the strained fabric of her shirt. Her belly was somewhat small in comparison to her wide voluptuous hips and her huge breasts, but the now 200 pound beauty still looked as stunning as ever, and her pretty face had changed little with the weight gain. Her dark eyes glowed towards the camera as Bob finally got the shot he wanted.
“Okay, that’s gonna be on the cover of the catalog!” he said as he took a step back and relaxed for a moment.
“Oh, thank goodness,(pant) are we done for day?” Denise asked as tugged on her painfully tight jeans.
“Yea, you can go.” Said Bob
Denise grabbed her cigarettes and bounced her way out the door to have a smoke. Her enormous ass jiggled back and forth, and just then Mike walked into the room.
“How did she look, is it going to be okay?” asked Mike.
“Man there has never been an ass that looked so good in a pair of jeans…I’m tellin’ you.” Bob said as he followed Denise’s every move with his eyes until she disappeared out the door.
“Huh! There has never been an ass that big in a pair of jeans! Said Mike. “Her eating is getting out of control, I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh, (pant) so much walking, I’m so tired!” Said Denise as she and her friend Robin sat down at a food court in a mall.
“Oh please Denise, it’s not like we were trekking across a desert.”
“Speak for yourself, I’m exhausted and starved!” Said Denise as she dug in to her Taco Bell.
“Jeez Denise, how can you afford to eat like this, calorie wise?” Robin asked as she sat at the small table with her meager salad and looked in awe at Denise’s tray. It was filled with two big crispy burritos, a Mexican pizza, nachos Bell Grande and a side of cinnamon twists.
“I’m a plus model Robin, I can eat whatever I want. I don’t worry about fat content or anything anymore.” Said Denise as she took another big bite of her crispy burrito after dipping it in some ranch dressing. “It’s the beauty of working for Hips and Curves!”
“Well okay, just be sure you don’t get too big for ya man!” Robin said laughing.
“Ha, Tony knows how to treat a girl, and he admires a real woman with a little shape to her.” Denise said with a smile as she started on her nachos.
“You are one lucky girl!” Robin added. “I’ll bet that Tony is good in bed!”
“Robin!” Said Denise in a friendly scolding manner.
“Ha, sorry, but you can’t blame me, I mean Tony is hot!” Said Robin.
“Yeah, yes he is, and he makes a good living too. I’m actually considering settling down.” Said Denise.
“Oh really?” Said Robin.
“Yeah, I’m going to quit modeling, I’m just really starting to get sick of it, and I’m already living with Tony anyway.
6 months later
Denise sat comfortably on her couch at Tony’s house, she watched late afternoon T.V. as she gorged herself on a box of donut holes. She had her legs curled beneath her and she still wearing her sexy tight pajamas from that morning. She had finally quit her job as a model, at least for the time being. She told herself that it was just much needed break and that she would return to it later, when she felt ready.
Denise loved having free time and not having to put herself through any more of those long photo shoots. She liked her first month out of work. Just lounging around the house and being as sexy as she could when Tony got home. She could sleep in, and eat, drink and smoke as much as she wanted.
Even at 223 pounds she looked amazing. Her face still hadn’t changed all that much and she carried the extra weight so perfectly that Tony never had a reason to complain.
“Denise do you really need that now? We’re having dinner in an hour.” Denise’s mom Eva said as she watched her only daughter help herself to a carton of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Denise was on a short visit back home in Miami to see her folks.
“I won’t spoil my appetite mom,” Denise reasssured her as she grabbed a spoon and plopped on the couch. Her pink V-neck shirt was showing a little more cleavage than her mother was used to, but Eva was more concerned with her daughter’s diet than the way she flaunted her body.
“Well I see your still dressing like a model.” said Eva.
“Oh please mom, this is a nice shirt, Tony got it for me,” said Denise.
“Actually I told Tony to get it for me. Although it might be a little small now, I’ve probably gained like ten pounds since I quit working,” she commented.
“Yeah, you better watch it Denise, just because you not a model anymore doesn’t mean you can just let yourself go,” said Eva.
“Oh come on mom, I can afford to indulged a little. I deserve it after all those months of working!” said Denise. “Besides, Tony likes me with a few extra curves, and I feel sexy.
“So how is that Tony of yours? Asked Eva.
“He’s great, he’s in London right now on a business trip or something.” Denise
said as took another spoonful of ice cream.
“How’s your time away from modeling, don’t you miss it at all?” Eva asked.
“Oh no, not at all,” answered Denise. “It’s been wonderful, I’ve really been enjoying myself the past month or so. I can sleep in, and not have to worry about anything. I was really getting sick and tired of going to work.”
“Well that’s great your able to take some time off,” noted Eva. “Have any plans of what you want to do next?”
“Uh, not really.” said Denise. “I’m not even thinking about modeling, I’m just going to relax and clear my head for while. I can spend more time with Tony anyway.”
“How’s your ice cream?” asked Eva.
“It’s good.” Said Denise as scraped the bottom of the carton with her spoon.
“Your father just bought a new treadmill, I’ve been trying to use it at least once a day,” Eva remarked.
“Uh! I hate working out,” said Denise as she slowly lifted herself off the sofa. “Oh, Jackie’s calling me. Can I smoke outside, I haven’t had a cigarette since I got here.”
“Yes you can smoke outside, but you really need to quit.” Said Eva.
“I know mom!” Denise said as slipped out the sliding glass door and put her cell phone to her ear.
Eva eyed her 23-year-old daughter’s girth as she watched her smoke on the patio. She was glad Denise was happy, but she couldn’t help but be concerned about the way she was putting on weight. She had been proud of her daughter for being a plus model and using her looks to set a good example for young girls. However it seemed that she was getting so big that Eva was a little worried about her daughter’s health. Although, she had to admit, that even at 226 pounds Denise was still quite a stunning beauty.
6 months later…..
“Oh, all that food made me so tired.” Denise whimpered as she pushed away her empty box of Mexican take-out food. “Can you hand me my cigarettes please?”
It was a hot summer evening in L.A. and Denise and Tony were having a quiet night at home together. Tony had picked up an order to go from one of Denise’s favorite Mexican Restaurants. He was a little surprised that Denise finished her entire box of food, but then again looking at the size of her thighs, maybe not.
It was still around eighty degrees outside and Denise was dressed for the heat. She had on pajama bottom shorts that were black with red trim and a tight black tank top. The shorts were so tiny that most of her soft tan thighs were visible and Tony had a hard time keeping his hands off of them.
With the 244 pounds Denise now carried on her beautiful body she was often tired. She had become very out of shape, but her laziness and lack of self control when it came to food only made Tony more attracted to her.
“How about I turn the jets on in the hot tub?” asked Tony as he softly stroked her long brown hair.
“Ah, but I’m so tired. I don’t think I can even find the energy to get off this couch.” Denise whined as she puffed on her cigarette.
“Oh come on Denise, we’ll have a few drinks, it’s so nice outside anyway.” said Tony as he got up.
Denise who was leaning on his shoulder finally started to perk up as he left the couch. She took another long drag on her cigarette and stretched out her beautiful legs and wiggled her toes.
“Alright, (pant) how can I say no to you serving me drinks with your shirt off.” Denise said giggling. “Just give a few minutes to slip into something more appropriate.”
Tony put on some swim shorts, poured a couple of drinks, and waited in the spa on the back deck. Denise took a long time to get ready. Tony thought that she probably broke a sweat just getting up the stairs, especially after all that Mexican food. Knowing Denise she probably wanted to touch up her makeup as well, she never failed to look radiant no matter how lazy or tired she was.
She finally walked out onto the deck and she looked absolutely incredible. Her hair was tied back and she had perfectly applied a small amount of eye shadow that highlighted the beauty in her perfect face. She slipped out of her satin robe and tossed it to side, leaving her in nothing but a skimpy black bikini.
“Had a little trouble getting into this bikini, it’s a little tighter than I remember,” said Denise as she slowly lowered herself into the bubbling water.
244 pounds on a 5’8” frame doesn’t exactly look attractive on most women, but Denise was the exception to end all exceptions. She had perfect skin, even with the added weight in her butt, thighs, and tummy.
“Denise you are beautiful.” Tony said as he sat in the warm water and sipped his drink.
“You’re not looking’ too bad yourself mister.” Denise said as she immersed herself in the water and scooted her wide soft hips up against him. Denise couldn’t keep her eyes or hands off Tony’s toned muscular physique as she cuddled up next to him.
“Thanks for the drink, and oh good you brought my cigarettes.” She quickly lit one up and took a long drag, causing her huge breasts to heave as she inhaled.
Denise went through three drinks and five cigarettes as the evening past and she got a little tipsy.
“Oh man, now I’m hungry for dessert,” said Denise as she tugged on her tight bikini bottoms. “I’m not going to able to fit my ass into this thing much longer.”
She added as she smiled and stepped out of the hot tub. “Does this (gasp) bathing suit make my butt look big?”
“It makes it look sexy.” Said Tony as she gazed at her ever widening one. Her round heart-shaped derrière had always been on the big side, and now it was truly huge, yet still perky and perfectly shaped.
“I don’t know why women are so obsessed with diet and exercise and crap.” Denise said as she dried herself with a towel.
“Exercise sucks!” she exclaimed as she sat on the lawn chair, causing two large rolls of fat to form around her waist.
Tony couldn’t take his eyes off of his perfect looking girlfriend, with her breasts and belly jiggling madly as she dried herself.
“You need a kiss.” Tony said as he swiftly got out of the water and swooped over to her. He planted one on her full, luscious lips and Denise twirled her sexy legs onto his lap.
“Now could you get me (eh) some ice cream, and (hic) another drink?” moaned Denise.
“I won’t spoil my appetite mom,” Denise reasssured her as she grabbed a spoon and plopped on the couch. Her pink V-neck shirt was showing a little more cleavage than her mother was used to, but Eva was more concerned with her daughter’s diet than the way she flaunted her body.
“Well I see your still dressing like a model.” said Eva.
“Oh please mom, this is a nice shirt, Tony got it for me,” said Denise.
“Actually I told Tony to get it for me. Although it might be a little small now, I’ve probably gained like ten pounds since I quit working,” she commented.
“Yeah, you better watch it Denise, just because you not a model anymore doesn’t mean you can just let yourself go,” said Eva.
“Oh come on mom, I can afford to indulged a little. I deserve it after all those months of working!” said Denise. “Besides, Tony likes me with a few extra curves, and I feel sexy.
“So how is that Tony of yours? Asked Eva.
“He’s great, he’s in London right now on a business trip or something.” Denise
said as took another spoonful of ice cream.
“How’s your time away from modeling, don’t you miss it at all?” Eva asked.
“Oh no, not at all,” answered Denise. “It’s been wonderful, I’ve really been enjoying myself the past month or so. I can sleep in, and not have to worry about anything. I was really getting sick and tired of going to work.”
“Well that’s great your able to take some time off,” noted Eva. “Have any plans of what you want to do next?”
“Uh, not really.” said Denise. “I’m not even thinking about modeling, I’m just going to relax and clear my head for while. I can spend more time with Tony anyway.”
“How’s your ice cream?” asked Eva.
“It’s good.” Said Denise as scraped the bottom of the carton with her spoon.
“Your father just bought a new treadmill, I’ve been trying to use it at least once a day,” Eva remarked.
“Uh! I hate working out,” said Denise as she slowly lifted herself off the sofa. “Oh, Jackie’s calling me. Can I smoke outside, I haven’t had a cigarette since I got here.”
“Yes you can smoke outside, but you really need to quit.” Said Eva.
“I know mom!” Denise said as slipped out the sliding glass door and put her cell phone to her ear.
Eva eyed her 23-year-old daughter’s girth as she watched her smoke on the patio. She was glad Denise was happy, but she couldn’t help but be concerned about the way she was putting on weight. She had been proud of her daughter for being a plus model and using her looks to set a good example for young girls. However it seemed that she was getting so big that Eva was a little worried about her daughter’s health. Although, she had to admit, that even at 226 pounds Denise was still quite a stunning beauty.
6 months later…..
“Oh, all that food made me so tired.” Denise whimpered as she pushed away her empty box of Mexican take-out food. “Can you hand me my cigarettes please?”
It was a hot summer evening in L.A. and Denise and Tony were having a quiet night at home together. Tony had picked up an order to go from one of Denise’s favorite Mexican Restaurants. He was a little surprised that Denise finished her entire box of food, but then again looking at the size of her thighs, maybe not.
It was still around eighty degrees outside and Denise was dressed for the heat. She had on pajama bottom shorts that were black with red trim and a tight black tank top. The shorts were so tiny that most of her soft tan thighs were visible and Tony had a hard time keeping his hands off of them.
With the 244 pounds Denise now carried on her beautiful body she was often tired. She had become very out of shape, but her laziness and lack of self control when it came to food only made Tony more attracted to her.
“How about I turn the jets on in the hot tub?” asked Tony as he softly stroked her long brown hair.
“Ah, but I’m so tired. I don’t think I can even find the energy to get off this couch.” Denise whined as she puffed on her cigarette.
“Oh come on Denise, we’ll have a few drinks, it’s so nice outside anyway.” said Tony as he got up.
Denise who was leaning on his shoulder finally started to perk up as he left the couch. She took another long drag on her cigarette and stretched out her beautiful legs and wiggled her toes.
“Alright, (pant) how can I say no to you serving me drinks with your shirt off.” Denise said giggling. “Just give a few minutes to slip into something more appropriate.”
Tony put on some swim shorts, poured a couple of drinks, and waited in the spa on the back deck. Denise took a long time to get ready. Tony thought that she probably broke a sweat just getting up the stairs, especially after all that Mexican food. Knowing Denise she probably wanted to touch up her makeup as well, she never failed to look radiant no matter how lazy or tired she was.
She finally walked out onto the deck and she looked absolutely incredible. Her hair was tied back and she had perfectly applied a small amount of eye shadow that highlighted the beauty in her perfect face. She slipped out of her satin robe and tossed it to side, leaving her in nothing but a skimpy black bikini.
“Had a little trouble getting into this bikini, it’s a little tighter than I remember,” said Denise as she slowly lowered herself into the bubbling water.
244 pounds on a 5’8” frame doesn’t exactly look attractive on most women, but Denise was the exception to end all exceptions. She had perfect skin, even with the added weight in her butt, thighs, and tummy.
“Denise you are beautiful.” Tony said as he sat in the warm water and sipped his drink.
“You’re not looking’ too bad yourself mister.” Denise said as she immersed herself in the water and scooted her wide soft hips up against him. Denise couldn’t keep her eyes or hands off Tony’s toned muscular physique as she cuddled up next to him.
“Thanks for the drink, and oh good you brought my cigarettes.” She quickly lit one up and took a long drag, causing her huge breasts to heave as she inhaled.
Denise went through three drinks and five cigarettes as the evening past and she got a little tipsy.
“Oh man, now I’m hungry for dessert,” said Denise as she tugged on her tight bikini bottoms. “I’m not going to able to fit my ass into this thing much longer.”
She added as she smiled and stepped out of the hot tub. “Does this (gasp) bathing suit make my butt look big?”
“It makes it look sexy.” Said Tony as she gazed at her ever widening one. Her round heart-shaped derrière had always been on the big side, and now it was truly huge, yet still perky and perfectly shaped.
“I don’t know why women are so obsessed with diet and exercise and crap.” Denise said as she dried herself with a towel.
“Exercise sucks!” she exclaimed as she sat on the lawn chair, causing two large rolls of fat to form around her waist.
Tony couldn’t take his eyes off of his perfect looking girlfriend, with her breasts and belly jiggling madly as she dried herself.
“You need a kiss.” Tony said as he swiftly got out of the water and swooped over to her. He planted one on her full, luscious lips and Denise twirled her sexy legs onto his lap.
“Now could you get me (eh) some ice cream, and (hic) another drink?” moaned Denise.
“Wait, what time are those maids coming?” Denise asked. “I don’t want to be around when they’re here. I’m going to run some errands.”
“They will be here by 10:30,” replied Tony. “Alright I got to go to work, love ya.”
“I guess I better get going to, I’ll be in time for McDonald’s breakfast.” Said Denise as she shook her long freshly washed dark hair. “It’s been a while since I’ve been up in time for that!”
Denise had gotten up a little earlier than usual that morning, because she and Tony had decided hire maids to tidy up the house a little. She squeezed her 248-pound body into a pair of sinfully tight size 22 jeans.
“Don’t be walkin’ around in public too much in that outfit.” Tony said as he grabbed his car keys. “People will be jerkin’ off in the streets!”
“Why, Tony!” Denise said trying to act shocked that such words would come out of his mouth. She flung her long brown hair over her soft tan shoulders and sashayed towards the door. The ankle strap high heel pumps she was wearing caused her huge caboose to wobble and bounce in a wonderfully exaggerated way that kept Tony in tunnel vision mode until she was out of sight.
1 month later…
“I picked up a little surprise for today.” Denise softy purred as she sat of the sofa and munched on her popcorn chicken from KFC.
“Oh really, and what’s that?” Asked Tony.
“A little something from (chew) Hips and Curves,” she replied as she gazed at him with a slight smirk on her face. “Just because I don’t model (munch)(chew) for them anymore (smack, chew) doesn’t mean a can’t shop there.”
“Oh that kind of surprise.” Said Tony. “Do I have to wait til’ tonight to see it on you?”
“No, but you do have to wait until I’m done eating.” She said as she leaned forward and sipped her coke from a straw, still gazing at him with sultry eyes.
“Oh, well then why don’t I just help you finish.” Tony said as moved in close enough to smell her sweet perfume.
“Oh, no you don’t, those are my biscuits, and my mashed potatoes, and my chicken strips mister, you have to get your own.” She giggled as she playfully pushed him away and continued eating.
“You just love to tease me don’t you.” Said Tony.
“You ‘boys’ just get a little too impatient sometimes. I have to keep you in line every now and then,” said Denise as she popped the last piece of popcorn chicken into her mouth and quickly switched over to her crispy strips. “I’m just going to finish my snack and take nice hot bath, and when I come back out, you’ll be glad you waited.”
Denise finally came back fresh out of her bubble bath all moist and damp with perfumed steam. Tony had just opened bottle champagne when he saw her slowly flounce into the living room. The sight of her nearly took his breath away. She was wearing a sweet, sexy and dangerously seductive shocking pink halter baby doll.
If her intention was to grab his attention, she was certainly successful; in fact she nearly paralyzed him with an uncontrollable sense of want. She was the only object of his desire, and she knew it. The flirty ruffles at the bottom of the dress were so high that her enormous shapely ass was deliciously close to exposing itself.
Tony gazed at her long tan legs and thick tender thighs. He followed the creamy, smooth skin underneath the black lace from her deep-set belly button up to the cleavage of her full ripe breasts. He inhaled the wonderful sent of what was perhaps the most naturally beautiful woman in the world. She was the consummate seductress in skimpy lingerie that highlighted every corpulent curve of her bulging, fleshy, and luscious body.
“What do you think? I didn’t buy this for me, I bought it for you.” Denise said in a libidinous voice as she flirtatiously twirled her delicate body around, showing Tony her thong.
Unable to contain himself a second longer Tony put his arm around her waist and started stoking her side. He could feel the cushiony warmth of her expanding love handles as she leaned in and kissed his neck. He gave her big booty a little squeeze and thrust his pelvis into the gelatinous pillow of her stomach, and launched his arms around her widening hips.
“My gosh Denise, you look so…… yummy,” was all Tony could manage to say as he amorously lugged her heavier body to the sofa and kissed her in a mad frenzy. He caressed her silky smooth thighs and began to pull on her stretch lace thong.
“Hold on (pant) mister.” Denise softy cooed. “I want to eat first.”
3 months later….
Denise struggled to get out of bed long after Tony had gone to work. She laid there under her down comforter like a spoiled princess, unable to find the energy to move. As noon approached she finally found the strength to light a cigarette and order some Pizza-Hut. She finally heaved her voluptuous, 260-pound body out of bed and jiggled her way to the bathroom. She let down her hair, put on a little makeup, (not that she needed any) and checked out her amplified hour and a half glass figure in the mirror.
Before she could turn around and tell herself her butt might be getting a little too big, the doorbell rang; she was anxiously waiting for her PANormous pizza, Tuscani lasagna and Hersey’s Chocolate Dunkers.
She paid for the pizza still wearing the tiny light blue pajama shorts and matching spaghetti strap tank top she had slept in, and she looked so appealing, it was a crime she was alone. She collapsed on the couch, turned on the T.V., and dug into her pizza ravenously. She knew she probably should cut down on the pizza a little, but she was just too tired to think about that now.
She knew she was getting pretty out of shape, and she knew her weight was really getting up there; but she also knew she was still very beautiful. She felt really sexy, and she had become convinced that part of exuding femininity was indulgence. Whether it be buying nice clothes, having a hot sensual bubble bath, or eating whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it.
Even still she knew she probably ought to cut down on the fatty foods a little. She was only 24 years old and already she was having trouble breathing just walking around the house. She thought maybe, she had taken enough time off from modeling and was perhaps ready to go back to Hips and Curves. She thought about some more, grabbed another slice of pizza and lit up a cigarette.
Denise always wore her weight well and she was so beautiful and well proportioned that she was heavier than she actually looked. When she was 200 pounds she looked more thick than fat, and when she was 240 pounds she just looked soft and extra curvy, but now at 268 pounds she was getting to the point where friends and family members were calling her fat behind her back.
Everyone still thought she was beautiful however. Her flawless creamy tan skin was still as vibrant as ever and her face didn’t look a whole lot different than it did when she was 180 pounds, except for a cute little double chin. It was her thighs and butt that went through the most changes. Her ass was so big and round that even at 264 pounds it looked proportionately too big for her voluptuous feminine body. She was still so elegant looking, and unbelievably attractive that Tony had no problem with her laziness or gluttony.
Denise was proud of her exaggerated womanly curves, but at the same time she knew she might be getting a little too curvy, even for her. She had really enjoyed her time relaxing and being lazy since she quit modeling, but now she thought she was ready to get back to work.
“I need to get back to work before I get any fatter.” Denise said to Tony as nibbled on her French fries from McDonalds.
“Oh no, are you sure? I have loved having you home, you don’t need to go back do you?” Tony asked.
“Yea, it’s been nice (sigh) but I think I’m ready to go back, I’ve had enough time off.” She added facing Tony with her belly pressed against the marble kitchen counter top.
“At Hips and Curves?” asked Tony.
“Yea, I’ve already talked to Bob.”
“How soon are you thinking of going back.”
“I’m going to head down there tomorrow and talk with Mike.” Said Denise.
“Well, shoot, then this your last night of real freedom for a while.” Said Tony. “We should take advantage of it. I’ll go get us some champagne and some take-out, you pick the place….. whatever you want for dinner!”
“Oh really, well that’s an offer a girl just can’t pass up.” Denise sweetly purred as she took a bite out of her Premium Crispy Chicken Ranch BLT. “How about (chew) Italian.”
“Sure, what are you thinkin’…..maybe Bella’s?” Tony asked.
“Ooo yea Bella’s! Get a pizza, but I also want some of that chicken Alfredo pasta they have…it’s soooo good.” Said Denise as she continued eating.
“Alright I’ll be back!” Said Tony as he headed toward the door with his car keys.
“Oh, and, um, eh, (sigh) we’re out of cookies……and ice cream.” Denise said sheepishly before he could leave.
Tony arrived back at the house with take-out food and groceries. He was welcomed to Denise sitting on the couch provocatively in white spaghetti strap tank top that flaunted her chubby arms. Her upper arms had really been getting doughy lately but they were still tan and silky smooth. She put out her cigarette and started right away on the pizza as Tony popped open a bottle of expensive champagne.
Denise ate and drank like a titillating sensualist that night, and she got a little drunk. She looked over at Tony’s lean, strong and hairy legs in his denim shorts. Then she looked at her own sexy, silky, smooth tan legs that were exploding out of her undersized cotton sleep shorts. She hadn’t realized how much bigger her thighs were in comparison to his.
“Wow, you’ve really been keeping yourself in great shape, lover boy.” Denise murmured in Tony’s ear, slurring her words a little and sliding her corpulent hips firmly against him. “How do you do it? It seems like I go up a dress size just from looking at food!”
“Mmmmmm, but your thighs are so soft and….scrumptious.” Tony said dreamy-eyed as he slowly rubbed his hands up and down every inch of delicate feminine legs. Denise started laughing with delight and her huge paunch began to shake and jiggle. She lethargically reached over a grabbed another cupcake from the end table and daintily fed it to herself. She lifted her massive thighs onto Tony’s lap as she ate, as if to encourage him to continue giving her all of his attention.
Tony was extremely turned on by her devilish beauty and by her increasing weight. He gazed into her lovely soft eyes and noticed that her sexy overweight body was creating a significant depression on the couch cushion. He leaned into her, and kissed her plump pouty lips before she could take another bite.
* * * * * * * * *
She woke up late the next morning with a hangover. She felt groggy and bloated, but she told Mike she would meet him at 11. Tony had left for work hours ago, and Denise had little time to get ready, but she could hardly muster the energy to get out of bed.
She finally forced herself up for a quick smoke before her shower. She had already laid out her new sleeveless silk chiffon blouse with black and white flower patterns. It was a sexy little outfit that would show off her perfect skin but also hide a little of her belly fat. She knew Mike would get a hard on when he’d she her in it.
Just showering, doing her hair and putting on makeup was enough to make Denise a little short-winded, and by the time she was dressed and in her car she was gasping for air. She stopped at Jack in the Box for a greasy breakfast to nurse her hangover on her way to the Hips and Curves studio nearby in Santa Monica.
She gracefully squirmed out her fairly new silver BMW and huffed and puffed her way to the main entrance. She adjusted her form fitting stretch-knit black pants and tugged on the stylish drawstring of her blouse to flaunt her expanding hourglass figure to the maximum. Her smooth bronze arms looked extremely thick and pudgy and low cut v-neck blouse showed a wicked amount of cleavage in her enormous breasts. She looked huge, but also radiant, and jaw dropping gorgeous. She walked with a sense of entitlement and ran her fingers through long dark hair before she pressed the handicap button on the door.
“Denise? Is that you?” Angela, the girl at the front desk asked. “What has it been….. like a year and half?”
Angela had always envied Denise’s good looks and it was somewhat of a shock to see her now looking so huge and out of shape. It almost angered Angela because despite the weight gain Denise still looked……well HOT.
“Hey Angela, (pant) good to see you, I know (gasp) (wheeze) I’m late, but in here to meet (cough) with Mike.” Denise said as she fought for breath.
“Oh yea, he is expecting you. You can go right in.” Said Angela as she eyed Denise’s overdeveloped tush in amazement.
“Come and have a seat.” Mike said sternly from behind his desk. He took a look at Denise’s face, which was as gorgeous as ever, but he was shocked at the sight of her body. She had really gotten big since the last time he saw her. He was actually quiet turned on at her fuller curvier shape, but he knew at first sight that she had eaten herself out of weight range for modeling, even for plus-size apparel.
Denise was grateful to sit down, as her legs felt ready to collapse after all that standing and walking. She batted her long black eyelashes and struggled to cross her thick legs in the crammed chair.
“You’re late. I had to rearrange my schedule Denise.” Mike said with an aggravated tone. “If you were serious about modeling here again you would have been on time. There are thousands of girls who would kill for chance to be hired on here. I don’t have room for models that show up late.”
Denise just stared back at him still trying to catch her breath. “I also don’t have room for models that show up this out of shape.”
“Out of shape? Look, (pant) I know I have put on a few, but you run a lingerie catalog for plus-size women, and I am a plus-size model! Who are you(gasp) to call me (cough) (cough) out of shape?” Denise said as she tried to defend herself. She had never been talked to that way in her entire life.
“I am not going to start an argument with you Denise. I don’t care how pretty your face is, it’s just not going to work okay.”
“I don’t need this right now, I sorry I even came back here if this is how you treat people.” Denise said angrily as she pulled out a cigarette.
“There’s no smoking in here you know that.” Said Mike. “Look, I think you are rare beauty and rare model. I would love to have you back. You just need to lose a few-
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m so done with this.” Denise cut him off as she heaved herself out of her chair and headed for the door. “It’s your loss not mine, you think I care?”
Denise stormed out of Mike’s office like a spoiled little girl about to throw a temper tantrum. She flaunted her perfect ass when she passed Angela who was typing away on her computer.
“Tell Mike he might want to change the name of this company to something other than Hips and Curves.” Denise said maliciously to Angela as her body jiggled provocatively on her way out.
She stuffed herself in her car felling very let down, but also relieved in a way. She told herself she would never work at a place like that again, and she sped off to the nearest In-N-Out Burger. She binged on a couple of Double-Double cheeseburgers, four orders of fries, and two chocolate shakes to get her mind off what Mike said to her. At least she would never have to put herself through anything like that again, she told herself. She finished off all of her food and decided to hit KFC before she headed home.
She ordered herself a family size bucket of crispy chicken strips, a couple of bowls of mashed potatoes and gravy, BBQ baked beans, 4 biscuits, and a family sized chocolate chip cake. She gorged herself in her car and polished of her entire smorgasbord of fast food. She justified her binge by telling herself it was a one-time thing, and that Mike was a jackass. She ate and ate and ate, in her luxurious air-conditioned car and tried to stop thinking about that idiot Mike.
She unbuttoned her tight black pants and let her inflated potbelly hang out. She slid her huge rear to the back of the car seat causing it to nearly spill over onto the e-brake and drove off. All she wanted to do was get drunk and cuddle up next to Tony.
4 months later……
Tony loved waking up next to that huge round ass that Denise possessed every morning. He liked having Denise around the house all the time and he hated seeing her stress over modeling and everything that goes with it. In a way Denise was now entirely his. She was no longer posing for pictures and showing the world her beauty, but instead leaving it all for him to enjoy, and enjoy her he did.
He treated her like a queen, and kept her happy by giving her as much of him as he could. He loved having sex with her even if she was getting too out of shape to have any kind of stamina in the bedroom. She was now up to 3 packs of cigarettes a day and tipping the scales at a very arousing 286 pounds. It wasn’t hard to make Denise feel sexy, even as she was approaching 3 bills. The fact of the matter was that Denise was still a stunner. She continued to gain weight in all the right places giving her an erotic, racy appearance regardless of how much skin she was showing.
“Why don’t you try and use a little self-discipline Denise.” Eva, Denise’s mother said as she watched her daughter take another two cookies from the cake plate. Eva and Denise’s father Muhsin were visiting their daughter on their way to vacation in Hawaii.
“Will you just drop it Mom! I’m not trying to lose weight.” Denise replied somewhat annoyed.
“Eva, leave my little girl alone.” Muhsin said lightheartedly as he defended his precious only daughter.
“Thank you daddy,” replied Denise as she took a seat on the couch next to her father.
“You are the most precious beautiful girl in the world. I just want you to be happy,” said Mushin lovingly.
Eva glared at Mushin somewhat agitated that her husband was taking Denise’s side. She knew that in his eyes Denise could do no wrong, and she didn’t like the way he spoiled her. Eva was increasingly concerned about her daughter’s health and ballooning weight. She didn’t get why Mushin was putting up with it and not even saying anything about it.
She knew Denise was an adult now however and she needed to let go, and stop being so controlling. Even still it was hard for her to see her 25-year-old daughter constantly snaking and smoking. Especially when she was pushing 300 pounds and getting winded just from walking around the house.
“Just because I have put on a few pounds, (chew) you can’t like automatically assume that means I’m trying to lose weight Mom.” Denise said as she finished another cookie.
“Okay (sigh) Denise, I’m sorry. I wont mention it anymore.” Eva said forcing herself to hold her tongue. “But you do need to stop smoking!”
“I will, jeez!” Denise Muttered as she tugged on her black draw sting capris that were stretched to the limit by her monstrous thighs.
* * * * * * * * *
“Don’t get me wrong I love my parents, but they get a little annoying sometimes.” Said Denise after Tony got back from driving them to the airport. “Now that they’re gone, I thought maybe we could…um…you know, have a little fun tonight.”
“Oh, you got that look in your eye again Denise.” Said Tony as he became overwhelmed by the power of her beauty and feminine charm. “And what is that you’re wearing?”
“Oh, this, I don’t know just a little something I threw on for the evening, whatever do you mean?” Denise said sarcastically in a disarming sexual tone that just about made Tony fall to his knees.
She was perched on the love seat in a provocative position holding a cigarette in her hand. She was wearing a strapless steel boned corset that pushed her enlarged belly in, and down towards her smooth sensual hip line giving her even more exaggerated curves than she already had. The satin corset was low cut at her bust line with pink ruffle trim right beneath her lusty breasts. Her non-existent collarbone, soft fleshy upper arms, and a deadly amount of cleavage were exposed in the form of silky, creamy, tan, olive skin.
Her huge luscious thighs exploded out of her black panties that she wore just beneath her thought provoking corset and were covered only by her stretch satin garter belts. She batted her long dark eyelashes erotically and reached up to remove a hairpin that caused her soft beautiful brown hair to fall well past her shoulders.
With of her weight gain, her perfect face looked pretty much the same as it always did, and the way she let her hair down and the way she smiled at Tony with her eyes it was no wonder he nearly collapsed from over-captivation.
“Oh……my……..you are one sexy little burlesque girl Denise.” Said Tony in a breathless voice. He couldn’t hold back his excitement any longer and bolted towards her like a 12-year-old boy and started to madly caress her soft warm body. “How in the world did you (mmm) get into this thing, this wonderful sexy little thing?”
“Ooo, Ha,(sigh) Robin (pant) came over, (eh) she laced up the back.” Denise cooed as she gasped moaned and squealed with pleasure under the aggressive soft touch of Tony’s strong masculine hands. This thing really sucks in your tummy. I have a 39 inch waist in this thing!”
“Oh that’s….great………..Denise.” Tony said not hearing anything she said as he was just too enthralled in her soft beautiful body to listen.
“Remember when I measured a 40-33-43? Said Denise.
“Yeah…..sure.” Tony replied as he fell deeper under her spell.
“Well guess what I am now.” She said.
“What?” He muttered.
“50-44-55! But (gasp) in (eh) (umm) this thing I’m (pant) a 50-39-55.” Denise said as she continued moaning with gratification as Tony began to fondle every curve and fold of her voluptuousness.
“You were one smokin’ hot babe when you were 40-33-43.” Said Tony as she squeezed her squishy body. “But you know what, I think your even sexier now…..50….39…….55.” Tony ran his hands down her elegant neck to the swell of her ample bosom down to her suffocated soft abdomen under that tight corset. He fondled her further and dug his hands underneath her wide massive hips and ass, giving her an arousing tickle.
“He, he, hey (cough) stop it..stop it ha, ha.” Denise giggled with delight and laid her cushy heavier body across his lap with her huge round hips flaring out towards the arm of the love seat. She breathed deeply as she laid on Tony’s knees and he could feel her breasts and belly moving in and out against his lap with every breath she took. “Could you (sigh) reach me those cream puffs?”
Tony reached over and grabbed the box of cream puffs on the coffee table. “Here you are sweetheart.”
“Just put it in my mouth.” Denise lazily purred.
“Feed you?” asked Tony in amusement. She started to slowly lick the cream of the pastry in Tony’s hand and then finally sat up. She moved her huge soft ass onto his lap and Tony put his arm under the bend of her delicate knees. She ate the rest of the cream puff right out of his hand in a way that gave off dynamic sexual vibes.
She reached over and grabbed another cream puff as she slid off of him and pressed her butt against his side allowing Tony to breathe again. Before she could finish her second pastry Tony started to untie the black lace of her corset. He massive belly spilled out in front of her after he released the corset and tossed it to the side. Denise let out a high-pitched girlish gasp and Tony proceeded by pulling her tight black panties off her chubby oversized, heart shaped ass.
6 months later…..
“Well what am I supposed to do without my boo for 3 weeks?” Whined Denise as she sat up in bed and lit a cigarette.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’m gonna miss you more than you’ll miss me I’m sure.” Tony said as she tightened his tie. He was getting ready to head to the airport for a lengthy business trip so Denise was going to have to take care of herself for a few weeks. “The maids come twice a week remember.”
“Well could you at least bring me breakfast before you have to go?” Denise made a sexy sad pouty face with her lips and batted her eyes as she whined to Tony. At 322 pounds, getting out of bed in the morning was not something Denise did quickly to say the least.
She sat their sluggishly like an over pampered sex goddess, and Tony could not bring himself to do anything other than what she requested. He didn’t really cook much so he brought her four bacon egg and cheese hot pockets and a couple of maple bars that he had bought the night before.
Denise ate the two maple bars as she waited for the Hot Pockets to cool and said, “Don’t we have those other donuts?”
“Yea, we have that box with the cup cakes and the chocolate donuts.” Tony said as she sipped his coffee. Denise just looked at him that sexy pouty face of hers.
“Alright I’ll get you some more. What do you want the cup cakes or the donuts?”
“Umm, I want the cup- no the….oh just bring me the whole box.” She said as she slid her massive ass against the headboard and pulled on her tight bluish-grey spandex spaghetti strap camisole. She arched her back pushing her huge soft belly out and tried to pull the camisole back down to her black panties. She finally got comfortable when Tony came back with the box of donuts and cupcakes.
“I feel like such a pig, but It’s just so sad to see you go.” Denise squealed as she took a bite of her Hot Pocket. She looked so fat and voluptuous and incredibly beautiful sitting in the bed and eating like that. Tony started to get a little too turned on for having to leave in a few minutes.
“Your making me hot Denise, I have to get going.” Tony said as he put on his sports jacket.
“Well don’t miss me too much.” She said as she set aside her breakfast for a moment and started to heave her massive adorableness out of the comfortable bed. She stood up, a little out of breath, in nothing but her tight camisole and panties and gave Tony a titillating goodbye kiss. Tony pulled her close causing her huge soft belly and massive breasts to press against him firmly.
“Only you can look so glamorous just after getting out of bed.” Tony said as she stroked her beautiful soft hair and gazed into her exquisite dark eyes.
Her belly slowly moved in and out as she breathed giving Tony a hard on. “You always make it so hard for me to leave.”
“They will be here by 10:30,” replied Tony. “Alright I got to go to work, love ya.”
“I guess I better get going to, I’ll be in time for McDonald’s breakfast.” Said Denise as she shook her long freshly washed dark hair. “It’s been a while since I’ve been up in time for that!”
Denise had gotten up a little earlier than usual that morning, because she and Tony had decided hire maids to tidy up the house a little. She squeezed her 248-pound body into a pair of sinfully tight size 22 jeans.
“Don’t be walkin’ around in public too much in that outfit.” Tony said as he grabbed his car keys. “People will be jerkin’ off in the streets!”
“Why, Tony!” Denise said trying to act shocked that such words would come out of his mouth. She flung her long brown hair over her soft tan shoulders and sashayed towards the door. The ankle strap high heel pumps she was wearing caused her huge caboose to wobble and bounce in a wonderfully exaggerated way that kept Tony in tunnel vision mode until she was out of sight.
1 month later…
“I picked up a little surprise for today.” Denise softy purred as she sat of the sofa and munched on her popcorn chicken from KFC.
“Oh really, and what’s that?” Asked Tony.
“A little something from (chew) Hips and Curves,” she replied as she gazed at him with a slight smirk on her face. “Just because I don’t model (munch)(chew) for them anymore (smack, chew) doesn’t mean a can’t shop there.”
“Oh that kind of surprise.” Said Tony. “Do I have to wait til’ tonight to see it on you?”
“No, but you do have to wait until I’m done eating.” She said as she leaned forward and sipped her coke from a straw, still gazing at him with sultry eyes.
“Oh, well then why don’t I just help you finish.” Tony said as moved in close enough to smell her sweet perfume.
“Oh, no you don’t, those are my biscuits, and my mashed potatoes, and my chicken strips mister, you have to get your own.” She giggled as she playfully pushed him away and continued eating.
“You just love to tease me don’t you.” Said Tony.
“You ‘boys’ just get a little too impatient sometimes. I have to keep you in line every now and then,” said Denise as she popped the last piece of popcorn chicken into her mouth and quickly switched over to her crispy strips. “I’m just going to finish my snack and take nice hot bath, and when I come back out, you’ll be glad you waited.”
Denise finally came back fresh out of her bubble bath all moist and damp with perfumed steam. Tony had just opened bottle champagne when he saw her slowly flounce into the living room. The sight of her nearly took his breath away. She was wearing a sweet, sexy and dangerously seductive shocking pink halter baby doll.
If her intention was to grab his attention, she was certainly successful; in fact she nearly paralyzed him with an uncontrollable sense of want. She was the only object of his desire, and she knew it. The flirty ruffles at the bottom of the dress were so high that her enormous shapely ass was deliciously close to exposing itself.
Tony gazed at her long tan legs and thick tender thighs. He followed the creamy, smooth skin underneath the black lace from her deep-set belly button up to the cleavage of her full ripe breasts. He inhaled the wonderful sent of what was perhaps the most naturally beautiful woman in the world. She was the consummate seductress in skimpy lingerie that highlighted every corpulent curve of her bulging, fleshy, and luscious body.
“What do you think? I didn’t buy this for me, I bought it for you.” Denise said in a libidinous voice as she flirtatiously twirled her delicate body around, showing Tony her thong.
Unable to contain himself a second longer Tony put his arm around her waist and started stoking her side. He could feel the cushiony warmth of her expanding love handles as she leaned in and kissed his neck. He gave her big booty a little squeeze and thrust his pelvis into the gelatinous pillow of her stomach, and launched his arms around her widening hips.
“My gosh Denise, you look so…… yummy,” was all Tony could manage to say as he amorously lugged her heavier body to the sofa and kissed her in a mad frenzy. He caressed her silky smooth thighs and began to pull on her stretch lace thong.
“Hold on (pant) mister.” Denise softy cooed. “I want to eat first.”
3 months later….
Denise struggled to get out of bed long after Tony had gone to work. She laid there under her down comforter like a spoiled princess, unable to find the energy to move. As noon approached she finally found the strength to light a cigarette and order some Pizza-Hut. She finally heaved her voluptuous, 260-pound body out of bed and jiggled her way to the bathroom. She let down her hair, put on a little makeup, (not that she needed any) and checked out her amplified hour and a half glass figure in the mirror.
Before she could turn around and tell herself her butt might be getting a little too big, the doorbell rang; she was anxiously waiting for her PANormous pizza, Tuscani lasagna and Hersey’s Chocolate Dunkers.
She paid for the pizza still wearing the tiny light blue pajama shorts and matching spaghetti strap tank top she had slept in, and she looked so appealing, it was a crime she was alone. She collapsed on the couch, turned on the T.V., and dug into her pizza ravenously. She knew she probably should cut down on the pizza a little, but she was just too tired to think about that now.
She knew she was getting pretty out of shape, and she knew her weight was really getting up there; but she also knew she was still very beautiful. She felt really sexy, and she had become convinced that part of exuding femininity was indulgence. Whether it be buying nice clothes, having a hot sensual bubble bath, or eating whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it.
Even still she knew she probably ought to cut down on the fatty foods a little. She was only 24 years old and already she was having trouble breathing just walking around the house. She thought maybe, she had taken enough time off from modeling and was perhaps ready to go back to Hips and Curves. She thought about some more, grabbed another slice of pizza and lit up a cigarette.
Denise always wore her weight well and she was so beautiful and well proportioned that she was heavier than she actually looked. When she was 200 pounds she looked more thick than fat, and when she was 240 pounds she just looked soft and extra curvy, but now at 268 pounds she was getting to the point where friends and family members were calling her fat behind her back.
Everyone still thought she was beautiful however. Her flawless creamy tan skin was still as vibrant as ever and her face didn’t look a whole lot different than it did when she was 180 pounds, except for a cute little double chin. It was her thighs and butt that went through the most changes. Her ass was so big and round that even at 264 pounds it looked proportionately too big for her voluptuous feminine body. She was still so elegant looking, and unbelievably attractive that Tony had no problem with her laziness or gluttony.
Denise was proud of her exaggerated womanly curves, but at the same time she knew she might be getting a little too curvy, even for her. She had really enjoyed her time relaxing and being lazy since she quit modeling, but now she thought she was ready to get back to work.
“I need to get back to work before I get any fatter.” Denise said to Tony as nibbled on her French fries from McDonalds.
“Oh no, are you sure? I have loved having you home, you don’t need to go back do you?” Tony asked.
“Yea, it’s been nice (sigh) but I think I’m ready to go back, I’ve had enough time off.” She added facing Tony with her belly pressed against the marble kitchen counter top.
“At Hips and Curves?” asked Tony.
“Yea, I’ve already talked to Bob.”
“How soon are you thinking of going back.”
“I’m going to head down there tomorrow and talk with Mike.” Said Denise.
“Well, shoot, then this your last night of real freedom for a while.” Said Tony. “We should take advantage of it. I’ll go get us some champagne and some take-out, you pick the place….. whatever you want for dinner!”
“Oh really, well that’s an offer a girl just can’t pass up.” Denise sweetly purred as she took a bite out of her Premium Crispy Chicken Ranch BLT. “How about (chew) Italian.”
“Sure, what are you thinkin’…..maybe Bella’s?” Tony asked.
“Ooo yea Bella’s! Get a pizza, but I also want some of that chicken Alfredo pasta they have…it’s soooo good.” Said Denise as she continued eating.
“Alright I’ll be back!” Said Tony as he headed toward the door with his car keys.
“Oh, and, um, eh, (sigh) we’re out of cookies……and ice cream.” Denise said sheepishly before he could leave.
Tony arrived back at the house with take-out food and groceries. He was welcomed to Denise sitting on the couch provocatively in white spaghetti strap tank top that flaunted her chubby arms. Her upper arms had really been getting doughy lately but they were still tan and silky smooth. She put out her cigarette and started right away on the pizza as Tony popped open a bottle of expensive champagne.
Denise ate and drank like a titillating sensualist that night, and she got a little drunk. She looked over at Tony’s lean, strong and hairy legs in his denim shorts. Then she looked at her own sexy, silky, smooth tan legs that were exploding out of her undersized cotton sleep shorts. She hadn’t realized how much bigger her thighs were in comparison to his.
“Wow, you’ve really been keeping yourself in great shape, lover boy.” Denise murmured in Tony’s ear, slurring her words a little and sliding her corpulent hips firmly against him. “How do you do it? It seems like I go up a dress size just from looking at food!”
“Mmmmmm, but your thighs are so soft and….scrumptious.” Tony said dreamy-eyed as he slowly rubbed his hands up and down every inch of delicate feminine legs. Denise started laughing with delight and her huge paunch began to shake and jiggle. She lethargically reached over a grabbed another cupcake from the end table and daintily fed it to herself. She lifted her massive thighs onto Tony’s lap as she ate, as if to encourage him to continue giving her all of his attention.
Tony was extremely turned on by her devilish beauty and by her increasing weight. He gazed into her lovely soft eyes and noticed that her sexy overweight body was creating a significant depression on the couch cushion. He leaned into her, and kissed her plump pouty lips before she could take another bite.
* * * * * * * * *
She woke up late the next morning with a hangover. She felt groggy and bloated, but she told Mike she would meet him at 11. Tony had left for work hours ago, and Denise had little time to get ready, but she could hardly muster the energy to get out of bed.
She finally forced herself up for a quick smoke before her shower. She had already laid out her new sleeveless silk chiffon blouse with black and white flower patterns. It was a sexy little outfit that would show off her perfect skin but also hide a little of her belly fat. She knew Mike would get a hard on when he’d she her in it.
Just showering, doing her hair and putting on makeup was enough to make Denise a little short-winded, and by the time she was dressed and in her car she was gasping for air. She stopped at Jack in the Box for a greasy breakfast to nurse her hangover on her way to the Hips and Curves studio nearby in Santa Monica.
She gracefully squirmed out her fairly new silver BMW and huffed and puffed her way to the main entrance. She adjusted her form fitting stretch-knit black pants and tugged on the stylish drawstring of her blouse to flaunt her expanding hourglass figure to the maximum. Her smooth bronze arms looked extremely thick and pudgy and low cut v-neck blouse showed a wicked amount of cleavage in her enormous breasts. She looked huge, but also radiant, and jaw dropping gorgeous. She walked with a sense of entitlement and ran her fingers through long dark hair before she pressed the handicap button on the door.
“Denise? Is that you?” Angela, the girl at the front desk asked. “What has it been….. like a year and half?”
Angela had always envied Denise’s good looks and it was somewhat of a shock to see her now looking so huge and out of shape. It almost angered Angela because despite the weight gain Denise still looked……well HOT.
“Hey Angela, (pant) good to see you, I know (gasp) (wheeze) I’m late, but in here to meet (cough) with Mike.” Denise said as she fought for breath.
“Oh yea, he is expecting you. You can go right in.” Said Angela as she eyed Denise’s overdeveloped tush in amazement.
“Come and have a seat.” Mike said sternly from behind his desk. He took a look at Denise’s face, which was as gorgeous as ever, but he was shocked at the sight of her body. She had really gotten big since the last time he saw her. He was actually quiet turned on at her fuller curvier shape, but he knew at first sight that she had eaten herself out of weight range for modeling, even for plus-size apparel.
Denise was grateful to sit down, as her legs felt ready to collapse after all that standing and walking. She batted her long black eyelashes and struggled to cross her thick legs in the crammed chair.
“You’re late. I had to rearrange my schedule Denise.” Mike said with an aggravated tone. “If you were serious about modeling here again you would have been on time. There are thousands of girls who would kill for chance to be hired on here. I don’t have room for models that show up late.”
Denise just stared back at him still trying to catch her breath. “I also don’t have room for models that show up this out of shape.”
“Out of shape? Look, (pant) I know I have put on a few, but you run a lingerie catalog for plus-size women, and I am a plus-size model! Who are you(gasp) to call me (cough) (cough) out of shape?” Denise said as she tried to defend herself. She had never been talked to that way in her entire life.
“I am not going to start an argument with you Denise. I don’t care how pretty your face is, it’s just not going to work okay.”
“I don’t need this right now, I sorry I even came back here if this is how you treat people.” Denise said angrily as she pulled out a cigarette.
“There’s no smoking in here you know that.” Said Mike. “Look, I think you are rare beauty and rare model. I would love to have you back. You just need to lose a few-
“I don’t want to hear it. I’m so done with this.” Denise cut him off as she heaved herself out of her chair and headed for the door. “It’s your loss not mine, you think I care?”
Denise stormed out of Mike’s office like a spoiled little girl about to throw a temper tantrum. She flaunted her perfect ass when she passed Angela who was typing away on her computer.
“Tell Mike he might want to change the name of this company to something other than Hips and Curves.” Denise said maliciously to Angela as her body jiggled provocatively on her way out.
She stuffed herself in her car felling very let down, but also relieved in a way. She told herself she would never work at a place like that again, and she sped off to the nearest In-N-Out Burger. She binged on a couple of Double-Double cheeseburgers, four orders of fries, and two chocolate shakes to get her mind off what Mike said to her. At least she would never have to put herself through anything like that again, she told herself. She finished off all of her food and decided to hit KFC before she headed home.
She ordered herself a family size bucket of crispy chicken strips, a couple of bowls of mashed potatoes and gravy, BBQ baked beans, 4 biscuits, and a family sized chocolate chip cake. She gorged herself in her car and polished of her entire smorgasbord of fast food. She justified her binge by telling herself it was a one-time thing, and that Mike was a jackass. She ate and ate and ate, in her luxurious air-conditioned car and tried to stop thinking about that idiot Mike.
She unbuttoned her tight black pants and let her inflated potbelly hang out. She slid her huge rear to the back of the car seat causing it to nearly spill over onto the e-brake and drove off. All she wanted to do was get drunk and cuddle up next to Tony.
4 months later……
Tony loved waking up next to that huge round ass that Denise possessed every morning. He liked having Denise around the house all the time and he hated seeing her stress over modeling and everything that goes with it. In a way Denise was now entirely his. She was no longer posing for pictures and showing the world her beauty, but instead leaving it all for him to enjoy, and enjoy her he did.
He treated her like a queen, and kept her happy by giving her as much of him as he could. He loved having sex with her even if she was getting too out of shape to have any kind of stamina in the bedroom. She was now up to 3 packs of cigarettes a day and tipping the scales at a very arousing 286 pounds. It wasn’t hard to make Denise feel sexy, even as she was approaching 3 bills. The fact of the matter was that Denise was still a stunner. She continued to gain weight in all the right places giving her an erotic, racy appearance regardless of how much skin she was showing.
“Why don’t you try and use a little self-discipline Denise.” Eva, Denise’s mother said as she watched her daughter take another two cookies from the cake plate. Eva and Denise’s father Muhsin were visiting their daughter on their way to vacation in Hawaii.
“Will you just drop it Mom! I’m not trying to lose weight.” Denise replied somewhat annoyed.
“Eva, leave my little girl alone.” Muhsin said lightheartedly as he defended his precious only daughter.
“Thank you daddy,” replied Denise as she took a seat on the couch next to her father.
“You are the most precious beautiful girl in the world. I just want you to be happy,” said Mushin lovingly.
Eva glared at Mushin somewhat agitated that her husband was taking Denise’s side. She knew that in his eyes Denise could do no wrong, and she didn’t like the way he spoiled her. Eva was increasingly concerned about her daughter’s health and ballooning weight. She didn’t get why Mushin was putting up with it and not even saying anything about it.
She knew Denise was an adult now however and she needed to let go, and stop being so controlling. Even still it was hard for her to see her 25-year-old daughter constantly snaking and smoking. Especially when she was pushing 300 pounds and getting winded just from walking around the house.
“Just because I have put on a few pounds, (chew) you can’t like automatically assume that means I’m trying to lose weight Mom.” Denise said as she finished another cookie.
“Okay (sigh) Denise, I’m sorry. I wont mention it anymore.” Eva said forcing herself to hold her tongue. “But you do need to stop smoking!”
“I will, jeez!” Denise Muttered as she tugged on her black draw sting capris that were stretched to the limit by her monstrous thighs.
* * * * * * * * *
“Don’t get me wrong I love my parents, but they get a little annoying sometimes.” Said Denise after Tony got back from driving them to the airport. “Now that they’re gone, I thought maybe we could…um…you know, have a little fun tonight.”
“Oh, you got that look in your eye again Denise.” Said Tony as he became overwhelmed by the power of her beauty and feminine charm. “And what is that you’re wearing?”
“Oh, this, I don’t know just a little something I threw on for the evening, whatever do you mean?” Denise said sarcastically in a disarming sexual tone that just about made Tony fall to his knees.
She was perched on the love seat in a provocative position holding a cigarette in her hand. She was wearing a strapless steel boned corset that pushed her enlarged belly in, and down towards her smooth sensual hip line giving her even more exaggerated curves than she already had. The satin corset was low cut at her bust line with pink ruffle trim right beneath her lusty breasts. Her non-existent collarbone, soft fleshy upper arms, and a deadly amount of cleavage were exposed in the form of silky, creamy, tan, olive skin.
Her huge luscious thighs exploded out of her black panties that she wore just beneath her thought provoking corset and were covered only by her stretch satin garter belts. She batted her long dark eyelashes erotically and reached up to remove a hairpin that caused her soft beautiful brown hair to fall well past her shoulders.
With of her weight gain, her perfect face looked pretty much the same as it always did, and the way she let her hair down and the way she smiled at Tony with her eyes it was no wonder he nearly collapsed from over-captivation.
“Oh……my……..you are one sexy little burlesque girl Denise.” Said Tony in a breathless voice. He couldn’t hold back his excitement any longer and bolted towards her like a 12-year-old boy and started to madly caress her soft warm body. “How in the world did you (mmm) get into this thing, this wonderful sexy little thing?”
“Ooo, Ha,(sigh) Robin (pant) came over, (eh) she laced up the back.” Denise cooed as she gasped moaned and squealed with pleasure under the aggressive soft touch of Tony’s strong masculine hands. This thing really sucks in your tummy. I have a 39 inch waist in this thing!”
“Oh that’s….great………..Denise.” Tony said not hearing anything she said as he was just too enthralled in her soft beautiful body to listen.
“Remember when I measured a 40-33-43? Said Denise.
“Yeah…..sure.” Tony replied as he fell deeper under her spell.
“Well guess what I am now.” She said.
“What?” He muttered.
“50-44-55! But (gasp) in (eh) (umm) this thing I’m (pant) a 50-39-55.” Denise said as she continued moaning with gratification as Tony began to fondle every curve and fold of her voluptuousness.
“You were one smokin’ hot babe when you were 40-33-43.” Said Tony as she squeezed her squishy body. “But you know what, I think your even sexier now…..50….39…….55.” Tony ran his hands down her elegant neck to the swell of her ample bosom down to her suffocated soft abdomen under that tight corset. He fondled her further and dug his hands underneath her wide massive hips and ass, giving her an arousing tickle.
“He, he, hey (cough) stop it..stop it ha, ha.” Denise giggled with delight and laid her cushy heavier body across his lap with her huge round hips flaring out towards the arm of the love seat. She breathed deeply as she laid on Tony’s knees and he could feel her breasts and belly moving in and out against his lap with every breath she took. “Could you (sigh) reach me those cream puffs?”
Tony reached over and grabbed the box of cream puffs on the coffee table. “Here you are sweetheart.”
“Just put it in my mouth.” Denise lazily purred.
“Feed you?” asked Tony in amusement. She started to slowly lick the cream of the pastry in Tony’s hand and then finally sat up. She moved her huge soft ass onto his lap and Tony put his arm under the bend of her delicate knees. She ate the rest of the cream puff right out of his hand in a way that gave off dynamic sexual vibes.
She reached over and grabbed another cream puff as she slid off of him and pressed her butt against his side allowing Tony to breathe again. Before she could finish her second pastry Tony started to untie the black lace of her corset. He massive belly spilled out in front of her after he released the corset and tossed it to the side. Denise let out a high-pitched girlish gasp and Tony proceeded by pulling her tight black panties off her chubby oversized, heart shaped ass.
6 months later…..
“Well what am I supposed to do without my boo for 3 weeks?” Whined Denise as she sat up in bed and lit a cigarette.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’m gonna miss you more than you’ll miss me I’m sure.” Tony said as she tightened his tie. He was getting ready to head to the airport for a lengthy business trip so Denise was going to have to take care of herself for a few weeks. “The maids come twice a week remember.”
“Well could you at least bring me breakfast before you have to go?” Denise made a sexy sad pouty face with her lips and batted her eyes as she whined to Tony. At 322 pounds, getting out of bed in the morning was not something Denise did quickly to say the least.
She sat their sluggishly like an over pampered sex goddess, and Tony could not bring himself to do anything other than what she requested. He didn’t really cook much so he brought her four bacon egg and cheese hot pockets and a couple of maple bars that he had bought the night before.
Denise ate the two maple bars as she waited for the Hot Pockets to cool and said, “Don’t we have those other donuts?”
“Yea, we have that box with the cup cakes and the chocolate donuts.” Tony said as she sipped his coffee. Denise just looked at him that sexy pouty face of hers.
“Alright I’ll get you some more. What do you want the cup cakes or the donuts?”
“Umm, I want the cup- no the….oh just bring me the whole box.” She said as she slid her massive ass against the headboard and pulled on her tight bluish-grey spandex spaghetti strap camisole. She arched her back pushing her huge soft belly out and tried to pull the camisole back down to her black panties. She finally got comfortable when Tony came back with the box of donuts and cupcakes.
“I feel like such a pig, but It’s just so sad to see you go.” Denise squealed as she took a bite of her Hot Pocket. She looked so fat and voluptuous and incredibly beautiful sitting in the bed and eating like that. Tony started to get a little too turned on for having to leave in a few minutes.
“Your making me hot Denise, I have to get going.” Tony said as he put on his sports jacket.
“Well don’t miss me too much.” She said as she set aside her breakfast for a moment and started to heave her massive adorableness out of the comfortable bed. She stood up, a little out of breath, in nothing but her tight camisole and panties and gave Tony a titillating goodbye kiss. Tony pulled her close causing her huge soft belly and massive breasts to press against him firmly.
“Only you can look so glamorous just after getting out of bed.” Tony said as she stroked her beautiful soft hair and gazed into her exquisite dark eyes.
Her belly slowly moved in and out as she breathed giving Tony a hard on. “You always make it so hard for me to leave.”
“Denise is so lucky. she lives in such a nice area,” said Robin as she drove with her and Denise’s good friend Emily. They were headed to Denise’s house for a girl’s night, since Tony was on business.
“Yea I know; I wonder if her and Tony are ever going to get married?” Emily asked.
“I don’t know that they will. They’re basically married as it is. I guess they don’t see a need to make it official." replied Robin. “They seem so happy together, I’m so jealous! I mean Tony is amazing.”
“Yea Denise really hit the jackpot. I wish I could find a hot rich guy like that, and not have to work,” said Emily. “But then again we’re not all as pretty as she is.”
“I know, only Denise can get away with doing nothing but sit on her fat ass, live in the nicest house with the hottest guy, and still not have to worry about her weight.” Robin exclaimed with a hint of envy. “I wish I could get fat and still look that good!”
“Yea it like pisses me off! I go to the gym three times a week and Denise does absolutely nothing and I still don’t even look half as good as her,” whined Emily.
“I know she is so beautiful, I don’t know how she does it.” Said Robin. “But she has really been packin’ on the pounds lately, I mean she has really gotten big.”
“Hey well if I could get away with it…. I’d do the same thing!” Emily said as both girls broke out into laughter. Robin pulled her Acura MDX into Denise’s driveway and both girls got out.
Denise was there to answer the door in a purple LA Lakers tank top that looked a few sizes too small. Her belly had expanded to an enormous size and her purple tank top showed quite a bit of skin in her midsection between her shirt and her shorts. Her huge sexy thighs were mostly exposed in her butt-cheek length dark grey terry cloth shorts. She was out of breath we she greeted her girlfriends, but she managed to squeak out some excitement for them.
“Hey yeah, girls night in! Thanks for having us over!” squealed Robin with delight.
“Yea, good to see you girl, omigod, where do you go tanning at?” Asked Emily as she took a look at Denise’s huge silky smooth thighs.
“I don’t go tanning, (pant) except for the occasional sun bathing on the deck. This is all natural baby!” said Denise as she gave her booty a little shake. “Come on in, I ordered a ton of Chinese food! It’s all on me.”
The girls went inside and started gossiping away over a few glasses of wine and some chow main. Denise stayed put on the sofa for the most part eating fried rice and sweet and sour chicken right out of the carton. She didn’t move around a whole lot nowadays, her naturally petite body wasn’t used to carrying 324 pounds.
Denise had a lot of fun during the brief time Tony was away, but by the end of two weeks she missed her man desperately. She really started to overeat even more with Tony gone as a way to just pass the time. She had become a sexy overfed, over-gorged, lust-dieted glutton and had lost whatever little self-control she had left. She gained ten pounds in the just the short time he was gone making her an elephantine 335 pounds.
With Tony due back at the house in a few hours, Denise anxiously waited for his arrival by pigging-out on fast food. She had a hard time waiting, so she drove from drive-in to drive-in to kill time. Denise had stuffed herself with fried chicken, cheeseburgers, French fries, donuts, and milkshakes to point where she could hardly move.
Along with countless cigarettes and a few bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, she was indulged to an extremely relaxing state to say the least. She ended up falling asleep bloated on the couch when Tony finally walked through the door.
Tony could not have asked for a better welcome back to his home than the pleasant surprise that he got. Denise curled up comfortably asleep on the sofa and seductively spilling out of her Juicy Velour terry shorts and white spaghetti strap shirt. With two empty bags of McDonald’s, an empty bucket of KFC, and a box of donuts with only one left on the coffee table, and a huge sexy bloated tan belly oozing out and over her tiny green shorts, Tony knew Denise had enjoyed herself while he was away.
He started to clean up some of her fast-foot garbage and decided to let his beautiful pampered princess sleep a little longer. He went to throw her trash away and then glanced back over noticing that the drawstring of her shorts was nowhere to be seen. He could not resist her sexiness a moment longer and he flung himself on top of her as snored so girlishly at sweetly. Her smooth tan body quivered with each sexy breath, and he laid his head on her ample breast and listened to her poor heart work extra hard to pump blood through her massive figure. He lovingly caressed her soft as butter body and stroked her beautiful long brown hair and dreamed of making love to her later that night.
2 years later……
“Tony! (ehh) I (eh) can’t (pant) reach my (cough) (cough) cigarettes!” Said Denise as reached out her cute little hand and gasped for air. She sat in front of the T.V. trying to reach her pack of smokes with one hand while eating hostess cupcakes with the other.
The 27-year-old Denise was now looking sexier than ever. She had been living a lazy lustful life, and had been pampered by Tony to no end. She hadn’t worked in nearly three years and was now at the heaviest weight of her life. She seldom went five minutes without putting some kind of food or drink in her mouth. She seemed to eat constantly and in addition to that, she was up to three and a half packs of cigarettes a day. Apart from her pretty face and perfect hair she had become almost unrecognizable from the model she once was.
Dressed in light grey plus-size spandex pants, and a flesh colored sleeveless spandex tank top, she looked absolutely irresistible. Despite her soft tan arms looking fat and enormous, and her perfectly shaped breasts being the size of large melons, Denise had become extremely bottom heavy. Although the very low v-cut in her curve hugging yummy tummy tank top showed off a sinful amount of cleavage, the size of her shapely thighs and the width of her curvy hips was what got Tony's attention the most. Even though she had gained weight in all the right places and was still curvy and feminine, she looked to be almost as wide as she was tall.
At 443 pounds Denise Bidot was quite possibly the most sexually attractive woman on the Planet, and she knew it. So did Tony to say the least. She was so fat that she could no longer even get up out of the couch without the aid of Tony’s strong arm. Her belly was huge and sexy but even still, her hips were bigger and wider than her flabby waistline.
“Here ya go babe,” said Tony as he grabbed the cigarettes from the coffee table in front of her.
“Could you (hic) pack them (wheeze) for me?” She cooed as she tried to stretch out her fat arms and back while sitting on the sofa.
“Sure.” He said as he packed them and stuck one between her full wet lips and lit it.
“(ooo) Get these things away from me before I eat the whole box!” She said as she pushed away the box of a dozen chocolate cup cakes that had only one left.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” said Tony as he pressed himself against the softness of her body. He stated to kiss her neck softly and slowly made his way up to her luscious mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her just the way he planed to make love to her. He slowly caressed her fat, and fondled her curves, hot and hard. Denise’s body started to tremble and quiver as he kissed her good and deep.
Tony grabbed her huge sexy fat arms and pressed her down on her back. She started wheezing and gasping for air as she lay on the soft sofa, eagerly anticipating affection from her man. She took another drag off her cigarette, coughed a few times and flung it in the ashtray. Tony began to peel off her tight tank top and Denise purred and squealed with impatience as Tony removed his pants.
“Yea I know; I wonder if her and Tony are ever going to get married?” Emily asked.
“I don’t know that they will. They’re basically married as it is. I guess they don’t see a need to make it official." replied Robin. “They seem so happy together, I’m so jealous! I mean Tony is amazing.”
“Yea Denise really hit the jackpot. I wish I could find a hot rich guy like that, and not have to work,” said Emily. “But then again we’re not all as pretty as she is.”
“I know, only Denise can get away with doing nothing but sit on her fat ass, live in the nicest house with the hottest guy, and still not have to worry about her weight.” Robin exclaimed with a hint of envy. “I wish I could get fat and still look that good!”
“Yea it like pisses me off! I go to the gym three times a week and Denise does absolutely nothing and I still don’t even look half as good as her,” whined Emily.
“I know she is so beautiful, I don’t know how she does it.” Said Robin. “But she has really been packin’ on the pounds lately, I mean she has really gotten big.”
“Hey well if I could get away with it…. I’d do the same thing!” Emily said as both girls broke out into laughter. Robin pulled her Acura MDX into Denise’s driveway and both girls got out.
Denise was there to answer the door in a purple LA Lakers tank top that looked a few sizes too small. Her belly had expanded to an enormous size and her purple tank top showed quite a bit of skin in her midsection between her shirt and her shorts. Her huge sexy thighs were mostly exposed in her butt-cheek length dark grey terry cloth shorts. She was out of breath we she greeted her girlfriends, but she managed to squeak out some excitement for them.
“Hey yeah, girls night in! Thanks for having us over!” squealed Robin with delight.
“Yea, good to see you girl, omigod, where do you go tanning at?” Asked Emily as she took a look at Denise’s huge silky smooth thighs.
“I don’t go tanning, (pant) except for the occasional sun bathing on the deck. This is all natural baby!” said Denise as she gave her booty a little shake. “Come on in, I ordered a ton of Chinese food! It’s all on me.”
The girls went inside and started gossiping away over a few glasses of wine and some chow main. Denise stayed put on the sofa for the most part eating fried rice and sweet and sour chicken right out of the carton. She didn’t move around a whole lot nowadays, her naturally petite body wasn’t used to carrying 324 pounds.
Denise had a lot of fun during the brief time Tony was away, but by the end of two weeks she missed her man desperately. She really started to overeat even more with Tony gone as a way to just pass the time. She had become a sexy overfed, over-gorged, lust-dieted glutton and had lost whatever little self-control she had left. She gained ten pounds in the just the short time he was gone making her an elephantine 335 pounds.
With Tony due back at the house in a few hours, Denise anxiously waited for his arrival by pigging-out on fast food. She had a hard time waiting, so she drove from drive-in to drive-in to kill time. Denise had stuffed herself with fried chicken, cheeseburgers, French fries, donuts, and milkshakes to point where she could hardly move.
Along with countless cigarettes and a few bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, she was indulged to an extremely relaxing state to say the least. She ended up falling asleep bloated on the couch when Tony finally walked through the door.
Tony could not have asked for a better welcome back to his home than the pleasant surprise that he got. Denise curled up comfortably asleep on the sofa and seductively spilling out of her Juicy Velour terry shorts and white spaghetti strap shirt. With two empty bags of McDonald’s, an empty bucket of KFC, and a box of donuts with only one left on the coffee table, and a huge sexy bloated tan belly oozing out and over her tiny green shorts, Tony knew Denise had enjoyed herself while he was away.
He started to clean up some of her fast-foot garbage and decided to let his beautiful pampered princess sleep a little longer. He went to throw her trash away and then glanced back over noticing that the drawstring of her shorts was nowhere to be seen. He could not resist her sexiness a moment longer and he flung himself on top of her as snored so girlishly at sweetly. Her smooth tan body quivered with each sexy breath, and he laid his head on her ample breast and listened to her poor heart work extra hard to pump blood through her massive figure. He lovingly caressed her soft as butter body and stroked her beautiful long brown hair and dreamed of making love to her later that night.
2 years later……
“Tony! (ehh) I (eh) can’t (pant) reach my (cough) (cough) cigarettes!” Said Denise as reached out her cute little hand and gasped for air. She sat in front of the T.V. trying to reach her pack of smokes with one hand while eating hostess cupcakes with the other.
The 27-year-old Denise was now looking sexier than ever. She had been living a lazy lustful life, and had been pampered by Tony to no end. She hadn’t worked in nearly three years and was now at the heaviest weight of her life. She seldom went five minutes without putting some kind of food or drink in her mouth. She seemed to eat constantly and in addition to that, she was up to three and a half packs of cigarettes a day. Apart from her pretty face and perfect hair she had become almost unrecognizable from the model she once was.
Dressed in light grey plus-size spandex pants, and a flesh colored sleeveless spandex tank top, she looked absolutely irresistible. Despite her soft tan arms looking fat and enormous, and her perfectly shaped breasts being the size of large melons, Denise had become extremely bottom heavy. Although the very low v-cut in her curve hugging yummy tummy tank top showed off a sinful amount of cleavage, the size of her shapely thighs and the width of her curvy hips was what got Tony's attention the most. Even though she had gained weight in all the right places and was still curvy and feminine, she looked to be almost as wide as she was tall.
At 443 pounds Denise Bidot was quite possibly the most sexually attractive woman on the Planet, and she knew it. So did Tony to say the least. She was so fat that she could no longer even get up out of the couch without the aid of Tony’s strong arm. Her belly was huge and sexy but even still, her hips were bigger and wider than her flabby waistline.
“Here ya go babe,” said Tony as he grabbed the cigarettes from the coffee table in front of her.
“Could you (hic) pack them (wheeze) for me?” She cooed as she tried to stretch out her fat arms and back while sitting on the sofa.
“Sure.” He said as he packed them and stuck one between her full wet lips and lit it.
“(ooo) Get these things away from me before I eat the whole box!” She said as she pushed away the box of a dozen chocolate cup cakes that had only one left.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” said Tony as he pressed himself against the softness of her body. He stated to kiss her neck softly and slowly made his way up to her luscious mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her just the way he planed to make love to her. He slowly caressed her fat, and fondled her curves, hot and hard. Denise’s body started to tremble and quiver as he kissed her good and deep.
Tony grabbed her huge sexy fat arms and pressed her down on her back. She started wheezing and gasping for air as she lay on the soft sofa, eagerly anticipating affection from her man. She took another drag off her cigarette, coughed a few times and flung it in the ashtray. Tony began to peel off her tight tank top and Denise purred and squealed with impatience as Tony removed his pants.
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