Polly and Ben 2 (Patreon)

Sequel to this: https://www.patreon.com/posts/53409490

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It was the last day of summer, Polly and Ben were expected to leave for their respective colleges tomorrow. But that didn't stop their moms from bringing them together for one last celebratory dinner for the two.

Ben was simultaneously excited, and anxious. He knew for a fact that Polly didn't stop gaining after they broke up, and after what he learned about her time at camp, she most certainly has gained even more. A part of him was incredibly thirsty to see what her curves have blossomed into, but at the same time, he was nervous that he might accidentally make a scene from his raging hormones.

It wasn't like he was single either. Funnily enough, it was Polly who put him in touch with his first Gingerbreadland fling (“you’ll love her!”) and not one to look a gift horse in the mouth he did end up literally going out with Amanda. A super hot BBW and 400 pounds of woman, she could actually compete with Polly...at least where the bottom-half was concerned.

That kicked off a summer of Ben meeting multiple BBWs of different shapes and sizes. Some of the largest were over 500 pounds, even bigger than the Polly he had left! (Though their shapes were admittedly less bodacious than the uber-curvy Polly.)

That him distracted over the next several weeks...at least until the summer ended.

Pam was the first to show. With Brenda of course embracing her.

"It's been so long," she said.

"Too long," Pam agreed.

"Um," Ben quickly noticed, "where's Polly?"

"Oh she'll be here soon. She just has some struggles with the car that she needs to fix. She says she'll be here soon. Until then, how about we start putting dinner together?"

"That would be lovely," beamed Brenda as the two middle aged women entered the kitchen.

Ben couldn't help but take note that as the two women caught up, Pam was cooking in massive quantities. She already brought over not one, but four roast turkeys with her to cook, and there seemed to be even more meals on the way. Just how much bigger has Polly gotten to demand THIS much food?

He could feel his heartbeat pound in his ears, until suddenly--

CRAACKKKKK!

"Oh, oopsies. Sorry about the door Mrs. Benson," apologized a cheery and deeply familiar voice from down the hall.

Ben ran up and was paralyzed to see Polly, now much, MUCH fatter wobble her way down the tight hallway, after leaving a small crack in the doorframe.

She was easily over 700 pounds and yet was still choosing to wear the same clothes she wore at the start of camp. Her breasts and meaty thighs tearing them apart. Poor things were practically being held together by mere threads.

She had grown taller too, her giant rack looming before Ben, who wasn’t exactly a short guy himself.

"Heeeey Ben," squeed Polly, coming in a giant squishy hug. The poor boy's head nearly getting absorbed into the giant fat girl's cleavage as she embraced him. The soft inviting warmth was incredible. Oh how he wanted to get his hands on, ANY of her other plumpness camp generously gifted her.

Even before camp Ben could barely wrap his arms around his *then* girlfriend. Now, he stretched his long thin arms best as he could, but could barely wrap around the front of her mammoth chest. He felt like a very inadequate tape measure.

“Mmmffff...h-hey Polly” he said in a muffled voice, taking in the familiar smell of her favorite perfume as the bare skin of her cleavage engulfed his face.

But alas, it was only a short hug, as Ben found himself back, after hearing what he SWORE was the tear in Polly's shirt grow an inch wider.

"Oh my gosh, you look SOOOO good. Have you been working out lately, you big ol' stud?" she teased. Knowing full well that her "compromised clothes" is turning him into pudding.

"U-uh..," was all he managed to say at first. He looked her up and down, standing in the hallways of his house. Jeez, she was HUGE.

She was so wide that her hips nearly pressed against the opposite walls of the hallway (he had seen them bump against some furniture as she waddled in). To his surprise she left her fat belly showing, not bothering to tug her riding-up top down. And of course as his eyes moved further up, her colossal breasts dominated his view, a rack heavy enough to pin him down on its own.

He imagined some of the 400- and 500-pound BBWs he had over during the summer.

And he looked at his now 700+ pound ex filling up his hallway, fatter than he had ever seen her, fatter than he had ever imagined she could get!

"You...ehem...look, uh, pretty healthy too” he said, as Polly casually tugged at her straining bra straps and making her mammoth melons quake. He could see her giant bra clearly through her tight top, since her titanic tits were overflowing the cups so obviously.

"Oh, you think so?" twirling around to give him a good glimpse of her enormous ass that rendered her shorts into tearing-makeshift panties. "Weird, every one at camp said the same thing." ;D

"They...w-would know health." ^^;

"Yeah, speaking of," this time tugging at the unbuttoned waistband of her shorts which made her jelly belly wobble tantalizingly, "is dinner ready yet? This healthy gal is HUUUUUUUNGRY."

It didn't take too long for them to sit at the table. Ben (gratefully) sat next to her as she mowed through plate-after-plate-after-plate like some kind of machine. He barely ate his own food, or pay attention to what the older women were gossiping over about him and his current girlfriend. He was too caught up in watching--and gawking--over Polly's overwhelming profile.

The girl needed three chairs just to comfortably eat at the table. And from the way they groaned and creaked with every unconscious movement she made, he knew it won't be long until Polly will need a fourth. Or even a proper BENCH just to hold in all of her fat ass.

Her fat was already pooling over the table as her stomach comfortably sat on the surface. Holding up her humongous breasts which used as a makeshift shelf for her latest meals. She already cleaned out a whole Thanksgiving turkey by herself, and Ben could tell she was still peckish for more. He was completely hypnotized by her shameless gluttony and absurd figure. And Polly was enjoying every second of it.

Besides the impact of her truly outrageous figure, her attitude about all this was also killing Ben. Polly had always been a big girl, aware she was fat, and proud of her figure. But now she seemed to be really leaning into it.

“...my my, I’ve never seen Polly so healthy before” said Brenda happily, rubbing the big girl on her fat upper arm which was larger than her own waist. As a Gingerbreadland native herself, Breanda appreciated fuller figured girls despite her own waifish frame. The tiny woman looked mouselike compared to the enormous teenager seated at her table.

“She seems to be adjusting to the Gingerbread lifestyle very well!”

All three of them watched Polly use a piece of porkchop to wipe up the gravy left on the plate before tossing it into her mouth. She then picked up the nearest cup of gravy and--to Ben’s surprise--gulped it straight down.

“BUUURRRRRPPPPPPP~” she went, letting out a satisfied belch as she licked her fingers happily.

“...I’d like more porkchops please, Mrs Benson~” said Polly, holding up her emptied plate for the nth time that night.

“Sure thing, dear” said Ben’s mother as she piled a couple more onto her plate and smothered the stack in thick gravy.

“Almost a bit too well. I got a note from the camp nurse saying they couldn’t record her weight properly for the final fitness check” said Pam, watching as her enormous daughter excitedly took her fresh pile of porkchops and began digging in.

“It’s not my fault their scales only go up to 700 pounds!” responded Polly through a mouthful of pork, gravy dripping down her chubby chin.

Ben gawked. His ex was now over 700 pounds?!

“I know dear” chuckled Pam, supportive of her overfed daughter.

“Well that nurse doesn’t know what’s what. Like I said, Polly looks healthier than ever. Isn’t that right Ben? Have you ever seen Polly looking so healthy?” said Brenda.

Polly smiled as she looked down at her ex seated next to her past the balcony of her monstrous breasts.

“Y-yeah, she’s never looked...gulp...better” he admitted.

“Aww thanks Ben~” she cooed, before shoveling more food into her fat face. But she had more to make him sweat.

“Anyway, that nurse pointed out that college hasn’t even started and I’ve already grown this much. She even warned me that if I didn’t watch out I could get way, way fatter in college…” she said, glancing meaningfully at her ex as she purposely shifted in her seat. All three chairs groaned under her 700+ pound bulk, her fat belly sitting on the table jiggling and her giant breasts quaking over him.

“...I mean can you imagine that? Me even fatter than I am now…” she went, reaching for more food.

Ben gulped. Why did she have to go through this growth spurt AFTER they broke up? He really had messed up...

The rest of the dinner washed over him like a wave.

He knew he participated in SOME conversation, but for the life of him Ben failed to remember much of it.

The things he remembered the clearest were whenever Polly managed to speak (usually with her mouth full) to say some joke, or request even MORE food.

Apparently she was thinking of taking a fashion course once she began college. Which Ben was low-key jealous of. He had all this time and didn't even think what he was going to major in once his courses officially began.

The rest of the events were like a blur blinded by his own lust, and before he knew it, he found himself sitting on the couch. Dinner was long over. And Polly was just fiddling with the dvd player for the movie they were going to watch. All the while giving him a gracious view of her ass as she bent down. Her shorts audibly groaning, fighting to remain in one piece as their owner's rear stretched and swayed to its liking.

"Hey Ben," she called. "I forget, does this thing need to press stop, THEN play to start the movie, or pause and play? I know this thing can be SOOO finicky," nearly-twerking her massive ass as she fiddled, almost like the seductive gluteus maximus was actually talking to him.

"Uh...," he peeped. "Stop and play."

"Thank you." That got it running, which gave Polly the opportunity to stand back up, and wander her way back to the couch. Stomping and jiggling her body the whole way there. Her breasts were practically making waves when she finally, and carefully, sat herself onto the couch. The furniture groaning almost as much as the chairs did. And Ben feeling Polly's soft, fat hip press into him as she made herself comfortable.

This is without a doubt the closest he would ever get to touching dat ass again. And he was grateful he was even THIS close.

"Y-you, uh, feeling comfy?" asked Ben. Trying his best to remain the gentleman as he sweated.

"Oh yeah," Polly nodded. Licking her lips as she rubbed her belly, "I forgot just how GOOD the food gets whenever our moms put their heads together. I haven't eaten that much since...well, last week." ;D

"L-last, week?"

>B) She was definitely getting him. "Oh yeah," still playing the ditz, "since it was the end of summer. There was a FEAST to send us all off before we officially began college. They had everything from pizza, to burritos, pizza, and so, SO much ice cream. And I...well, may have bitten more than I could chew back there." ;D

"S-so, you...eat like that, ALL the time now?"

"Yep, well, not ALL the all the time. Gotta hold myself back a TEENSY bit, otherwise this couch wouldn't be able to hold me. Hell, it was a miracle that Brenda's chairs even held me at all knowing just how many chairs this beast has killed over the weeks," playfully smacking the side of her ass. The ripples nudging into Ben even further. Blushing furiously as he heard she was breaking furniture again.

"Back at camp, I may have gone through like, eight chairs a week? It was a BIG problem. And I got in a lot of trouble for it. Everyone thought I was such a naughty girl during that second month." ;3

Ben loudly gulped.

"Th-that, must've been d-difficult to deal with."

"Oh yeah, and that's not even mentioning the property damage I did to some of their cabins," she leaned in and whispered, "your mom's door wasn't the ONLY frame I cracked."

Ben shuddered, restraining himself from just outright moaning.

He had to get out of here. He knew that if he didn't "relieve" himself in the bathroom he would certainly make a mess of their "platonic hanging out time". But Polly didn't let them, as he felt her maneuver herself around, and smash her breasts against his squirming torso.

"I forgot to ask Ben," she purred. "Do you think I've gotten a little too BIG for this shirt? EVERYONE in camp says I should just go up a size. But I remember you saying it was SOOOO cute on me when I first got it. It can't be ruined now, can it?" She pouted. Internally giggling to herself as her ex flustered and gasped unintelligibly.

Ben was pinned down, his entire body pretty much covered by Polly’s now mind-bogglingly massive breasts.

"I...I-I...I think it still looks, g-good" he yelped, looking down and seeing nothing but her bulging cleavage heaving back at him, jiggling with her slightest movement.

"You think so?" pressing her cleavage harder. "Wow, I forget just how much of a charmer you are. I'm sure you make all the OTHER girls VERY happy" >B)

He sweated in silence as Polly teased him. She was clearly having more fun doing this than watching whatever movie she chose. As it lasted practically the whole night until her and Pam had to go home to prepare for Polly's moving day. IF the movers will have any luck moving her at all.

One thing was for certain. Ben was going to have a LOT of good dreams after that night.