Sally's Sugar Daddy - 3 of 3 (Patreon)

Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing, Feeding

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VI

After Sally quit her job, the wheels truly came off. Fancy breakfasts and brunches bled right into excessive lunches and extravagant dinners. Percy joined her whenever he could, but Sally was more than content to visit any and every place in town on her own. Her favorites were still Percy’s places, where everyone knew her and was eager to please.

“More meatloaf, Miss Sally?” The server, Alice, asked. Sally was only halfway through her third helping… of meatloaf. She nodded.

“Is that girl still here?” Another server asked as Alice flitted back to the kitchen.

“Yeah, that’s the owner’s fiancé.”

“He –uh– likes ‘em big, huh?”

“Jesus, Myra, keep your voice down!”

“Sorry, it’s just… she’s been here almost three hours.”

“You just let me worry about that. If she’s happy, the boss is happy, and that’s good for all of us.”

“I guess so…”

“I know so. Let me take care of Sally; you focus on yourself. Table seven needs drink refills.”

“Oh shit, thanks!”

Old soul that he was, Percy insisted they wait until after the wedding to move in together. So Sally returned to her apartment to sleep off her outrageous lunch before changing for dinner. She stood in front of the mirror, twisting back and forth. The shimmering green gown was a new one she’d bought barely two weeks ago. It fitted well enough back then but was already getting snug across her rounded hips and soft tummy. Up top was even worse. Sally’s breasts were soaking up more than their share of excess calories and were now half again as big as her head. Fat and round, they stretched the material of her dress, creating mind-blowing cleavage that, with the help of a custom-made bra, jutted forward nearly a foot from Sally’s ribcage. Still, she couldn’t help but be annoyed at the growing softness in her lower half.

It’s a good thing Percy loves my boobs so much… ‘Cause I’m getting fat…

Sally’s weight worries were long-forgotten by dinner time.

“We had the filet mignon last time. Would you like that again?” Percy asked.

“Hmm, definitely. But I remember this lobster being amazing too…”

Percy flagged down their server.

“Chef’s salad for me; add salmon, please. The lady will have the filet mignon and the lobster dinner. We’d also like the pancetta, veal meatballs, and charcuterie board as appetizers, please. Oh, and a bottle of the ’15 Chateau Lafite, please.”

Sally’s stomach rumbled in anticipation of the opulent feast to come. Somehow in all her visits to the various venues in town, Percy always knew how to elevate her epicurean impulses to euphoric heights.

I’ll go dress shopping on Sunday.

***

It’s hard to say whether Sally’s appetite grew more insatiable in the months leading up to the wedding. She was most certainly not on any ‘bride diet.’ What she did do, was insist Percy hire a personal trainer for her. Carla was a half-Latina who’d rarely had her work so cut out for her.

“That’s it, Sally, you can do it! Just three more reps.”

Sally was drenched in sweat, clad in skin-tight yoga pants that showed every curve of her magnificent round mound. It had taken three sports bras with multiple Xs printed inside the collar to corral the enormous lobes of her breasts. They still wobbled furiously as Sally strained her thighs and calves, squatting down then rising with agonizing slowness.

“Shouldn’t –haa– shouldn’t I have –hnng– weights –huff– for this?”

“Do you want to make this more challenging?” Carla asked wryly.

“–Hrrrrg– I guess –haa– not…”

“Let’s stick with bodyweight exercises for now.” Carla was too much a professional to remark that Sally had more than enough ‘body weight’ in her upper half to make these squats an effective workout.

Of course, the extra physical exertion only made Sally’s appetite more insatiable. No part of planning her wedding on Percy’s dime was stressful, but that didn’t stop Sally from using it as an excuse to over–over-indulge. With Carla’s help, Sally did manage to shave a few numbers off her pants size, but her bosom, it seemed, was not only the first place she gained weight but the last place she lost it. The dressmaker’s bill for the constant alterations to Sally’s gown was one of the largest Percy paid for the whole event. The poor woman was still making final adjustments to Sally’s bodice the night before the Big Day.

The wide skirt of her gown hid Sally’s vast rump and chunky legs, while a tight corset cinched her waist, adding unnecessary emphasis to her massive chest. Lace and satin-clad breasts the size of medicine balls jiggled down the aisle. Sally held her bouquet under her chin because her hands couldn’t meet in front of her overgrown bosom. Needless to say, there were more than a few raised eyebrows and whispered comments when friends and family who hadn’t seen Sally in months or years got an eyeful of the bride’s ‘figure.’

“Wow, Sally… being in a happy relationship really… suits you.”

“I can see Percy’s taking very good care of you, my dear…”

“I don’t think I can finish this cake. Do you want it, Sally?”

Many wedding receptions have leftovers that get sent home with relatives, but Sally’s did not. Percy managed to have the top layer of the cake spirited away by a servant, but when Sally woke up first the following morning, she polished it off for ‘breakfast.’

***

Their honeymoon was an all-inclusive cruise in the Caribbean. The suite cabin Percy booked was so spacious Sally might have spent the whole trip there had the restaurants and buffets on board not been so enticing. Percy also arranged a set of servants for their exclusive use, so Sally spent plenty of time sunning herself on their private balcony between meals, being waited on hand and foot. She spent nearly every waking moment eating and seemed to be growing by the hour.

“Your coconut prawns, Miss Sally.”

Sally sat in their private hot tub, her view of the ocean’s horizon partially obscured by her enormous breasts bobbing in the steam. Beneath the surface of the bubbling water, she rubbed her swollen stomach. She sampled every possible flavor and topping of golden brown waffles at breakfast, but that didn’t stop the black-haired beauty from gobbling up an endless stream of snacks once they returned to the suite.

“I’ll take those, James.”

Percy stepped out onto the balcony, carrying a platter of fried shrimp with cocktail sauce. Lowering himself down, he dipped his feet into the warm water and sat on the side of the tub.

“Ready for more, babe?”

“I’m so full, Percy… and I’m getting so big…”

“We’re on vacation,” Percy said in a low, husky whisper. He plucked a deep-fried shrimp between two fingers, let a few drops of buttery sauce fall to the plate, then dangled it in front of Sally’s mouth.

Her pink tongue slipped over her teeth as Sally opened her mouth to let Percy feed her. He was right, of course. On vacation, ‘diet’ was a four-letter word. Under the water, beneath her fingers, she felt her tightly-packed stomach grow even tighter as her husband fed her. While she chewed, Sally wondered which of the ship’s restaurants she should visit for lunch. Maybe she should have her custom bikini top altered… again.

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VII

By the time they returned from their honeymoon, Sally’s entire wardrobe from before the wedding needed updating. She moved into Percy’s house —a mansion, really— and though she made a good show of wanting to help out with the chores, she was more than happy to let the small complement of serving staff take care of everything.

For the first six months or so, Sally kept up her old life— visiting restaurants, writing reviews, and interacting with her small base of followers. But as she spent her days wolfing down Percy’s food and cleaning out Percy’s restaurants, her city tours were getting increasingly impractical.

Myra, the server at Percy’s ‘Americana’ restaurant, swore she could feel the ground tremble under her feet.

“Alice… I think your –uh– favorite customer is back…”

A positively enormous Sally pushed her way tits-first between the restaurant’s sliding glass doors, then abruptly stopped halfway through the large opening.

“Welcome back, Miss Sally!” Alice said. “Do you –er– need some help?”

Sally grunted and pushed. Her head surged forward a few inches, but her dense breasts wouldn’t budge.

“Yes, please, –um–”

“Alice.”

“Alice, thanks. I don’t know what’s going on with this door. Why won’t it open all the way?”

The server bit her bottom lip. “It’s –uh– been on the fritz lately,” She lied.

Alice took Sally’s proffered hands and, between the two of them, managed to yank the massive Asian woman’s boobs through the door and into the restaurant. Sally was hungry after that ordeal, so the blonde server kept the cooks busy with plate after plate of burgers, chicken, meatloaf, and every kind of sandwich and side the restaurant offered. Sally’s table never held fewer than two entrées once they started arriving. Alice was more than happy to let her coworkers cover her other tables.

“I’ve got the buffalo chicken for you, Miss Sally, and another tenderloin. Oh, let me get you some more sweet tea…”

Several hours and countless empty plates later, it took Alice and two of the kitchen staff to shove Sally’s bloated blimps back out again. As Alice stood watching the woman’s dump truck ass waddle as she walked back to the town car, the restaurant’s manager stepped up beside her.

“I know she’s the owner’s wife, but if she comes back here again, she has to sit outside.”

Alice didn’t say what she was thinking— that in another few weeks, no amount of shoving would get Sally and her tits through the door. She wondered if Percy had any openings in his household staff.

***

Sally sat in her personal queen-size bed, reclining on a mountain of pillows. A box of cupcakes from Percy’s sweets shop rested on the peak of each gargantuan breast. She took turns grabbing a delicious treat from one box and then the other. The perfectly moist sponge and buttery icing melted on her tongue, adding to her hedonistic pleasure.

Adding, because Sally could feel rather than see, Percy burrowed under her body as he munched on his own treat. Sally’s breasts spread out over the bed; together, they weighed more than Percy’s whole body. Between the acres of cleavage she could see and the large round gut she couldn’t, her husband was completely hidden from her sight while he pleasured her.

“Aaah –homf– oh god! –ulp– Yes! –chomp– Yes! YESSSSS!!!!”

Sally paused in her chewing for a moment to ride out the waves of her climax. The bed frame and box springs creaked as her overfed body shook. When she felt Percy crawling back out from under her bosom, Sally reached one hand into the box on her left breast and found nothing but crumbs. The right box was similarly barren.

“Perce, I’m all out.”

Percy’s head popped up between the chasm of her cleavage, then dipped back out of Sally’s view. A moment later, he reappeared with a pair of full boxes. He tossed the empty ones to the floor and replaced them with the fresh ones— crullers this time. While Sally resumed her snacking, Percy worked his way between her immense breasts so their bodies could truly meet.

Sally sighed through a mouthful of donut as she felt her husband slide into her. Percy wrapped one arm around Sally’s left breast for leverage, then reached into a box with the other to hand-feed donuts to his wife.

Sally finished off those two boxes while Percy came, then nibbled her way through another two of eclairs while they lay together relaxing in the afterglow. Percy was in his favorite post-coital position, nestled between Sally’s breasts, head resting on her clavicle.

“Babe…” she began, holding a donut in her hand, “are you concerned at all?”

“Concerned?”

“About my… –er– size?”

Percy craned his neck to give his wife a kiss. “Not at all; you’re beautiful.”

“But I’m getting kinda chubby…”

Percy chuckled, sending rippling waves along the surface of Sally’s ridiculous breasts. He softly stroked the surface of the one filling his vision. Sally had passed ‘chubby’ a long time ago.

“Chubby in all the right places.” He teased.

“I’m glad you appreciate my tits, but I’m also getting big everywhere else.”

“Worth it.”

Now it was Sally’s turn to laugh. After the couple and the bed stopped shaking, her mood grew somber again.

“But what if I get pregnant? Imagine how big they’ll get… I might not be able to move!”

Percy made soothing noises and continued stroking Sally’s bare breast.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I’ll take care of you, whatever happens.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Sally took another bite of her bear claw, contemplating as she chewed.

“You ready for another box?” Percy asked. “Dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes. Chef’s making carbonara.”

“Oh, yessss…” Sally moaned. “Help me up; I need to get dressed.”

“You don’t want to just eat here?”

“Let’s eat at the table while I can still carry these things around.”

Sally patted her chest lovingly, licking her lips at the thought of another delicious meal. So what if she was getting fat? So what if her massive tits’d likely immobilize her before the year was out? Percy loved her huge boobs, and he didn’t seem to care how big the rest of her got as long as they kept growing. And all she had to do to make that happen was keep eating as much delicious food as he could give her. It was a win-win situation— a match made in heaven.

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