Hourglass Club 1 (English) (Patreon)

(SSBBW, SQUASHING, BBW, FEEDERISM, BAD ENDING)

Hourglass Club 1: The consequences

The purpose

There is a special place that, if it didn't already exist, would have to be invented. A very special establishment owned by a very special kind of people and run by very carefully selected and trusted staff. A place where a very special kind of customer is served and where dreams and wishes come true in a way that cannot be found anywhere else in the world. Nowadays, the vastness of the internet offers a lot of material to satisfy your personal desires. If you fancy something and search for it on the web, you will find it in one way or another. Whether this is always good or also has negative aspects and whether every fetish and every desire should be satisfied is not for us to decide here, but it is a fact that you can always find what you are into. Over the years or decades, establishments that cater to people's cravings have emerged for many preferences, varying from country to country and culture to culture, alongside the classic brothels or dance bars. Finally, the time was ripe for a rich and influential businessman to use his means to finally create a paradise on earth for what he considered to be God's wonderful gift to mankind: fat!

More precisely, the fat of the female body. How it grows when the lady in question eats too much, stuffing her ever-expanding stomach with delicacies with relish or even greed. When women of all ages indulge in gluttony and feasting without any thought of the consequences of such behaviour for their figure. Or even more beautifully, when ladies were aware of their incredibly feminine, breathtaking curves, which gradually developed into real fat folds and rolls under a constant influx of superfluous calories. Then, when they stuffed themselves more and more intensively day after day with the greatest, lustful pleasure and let themselves be fattened and fed with the greatest joy in order to see their own swollen forms expand even further in the mirror and let the numbers on their scales skyrocket, then it became more and more and more beautiful and softer and more sluggish and fuller and flabbier. The feminine, sensual fat.

The rich and powerful businessman in question, who had a hand in many companies and businesses that were conducive to his desire for fatter women, had founded the Hourglass Club and built it from the ground up according to his own ideas. A place for exactly two things.

Firstly, it was to offer all women who decided to love their bodies, and especially to learn to love unrestrained eating and getting fatter, a safe place to finally live out these fantasies. There were so many young women who faced hostility or marginalisation and who had been desperately trying to shed the extra pounds from their bodies for as long as they could remember, desperately looking for ways to curb their cravings for sweets and fast food. They cursed their tendency towards fullness and couldn't understand why they found it so much harder than others to pack on small portions, why they found sport and exercise such a pain and a chore, why it was always such an exhausting, expendable ordeal for them to maintain their weight and not burst out of old clothes again. In the Hourglass Club, these women had finally found a paradise where they could indulge their natural craving for food. No boundaries, no limits on eating other than the capacity of their own stomachs and no accusing or condemning looks, but on the contrary only understanding and companions in fattening up and enjoying themselves. No more slimming mania, no more diets.

Then there were the women who had also bowed to social pressure for far too long, hiding their curves and denying their immensely beautiful femininity. Large, sagging sacks of breasts that were incomparably beautiful in their softness and sluggishness, wide hanging aprons of fat and protruding cheeks that had been eaten away over many years, wide hips with several flabby rolls and huge arse cheeks covered in cellulite. All the beautiful shapes that the female body was capable of if it was given enough fat to store were at best frowned upon and not considered attractive. At worst, it was considered disgusting and unsightly. Women who loved their bodies and simply wanted to show what they had freely and uninhibitedly could now flaunt their femininity without fear and full of pride and reap the recognition and admiration they deserved.

A very special kind of women were those who not only learnt to love their bodies or willingly succumbed to the pleasure they had been fighting against all their lives, but who had always been completely infatuated with their fat and made themselves fatter and fatter with the greatest greed and lust. These women loved to let their bodies grow from the outset and didn't need to be tempted to do so. They feverishly awaited the next milestone with every sumptuous, gorgous, stomach-stretching meal. Every item of clothing that became too small was celebrated, every huff and puff when you stood up, every proof that you were becoming more and more stout and obese was a reason to rejoice. The feeling of the ever-growing rolls of fat hanging heavily all over the body and quivering and jiggling with every movement triggered incredible feelings of happiness. Lust and excitement burned hot between their fat thighs when these ladies realised that they had put on weight again. Nipples hardened as they pressed their chubby sausage fingers into the pudding-like tissue of their fat, overflowing tits. Fireworks exploded in their thigh-fat flanked crotches as they lifted their bellies and felt the enormous weight of those jugs. Wild fantasies of how they would eventually fill an entire bed with countless more kilos, their legs as wide as tree trunks lying uselessly on the mattress and their bellies spreading out in front of them like oceans of glorious jelly. For these feedees and gainers, the Hourglass Club was the dream of a lifetime. A place where they could grow and get fatter, where they were fed and fattened without end and without limits. Every day they were served everything their hearts desired, and always as much as they could squeeze into their spacious bellies. Interrupted only by all kinds of leisure activities or pastimes that the Hourglass Club could offer them. It was simply heavenly. For every problem that came with the extreme obesity that was celebrated in this establishment, a solution was always found and the fat-loving ladies never had to do anything but eat, stuff, amuse themselves and enjoy their own ever-growing and softening bodies.

On the other hand, the Hourglass Club was of course also there for the counterpart of women who were getting fatter and living out their deepest desires. Their admirers or lovers of female, sensual fat were also very welcome here and could enjoy all kinds of different activities. It was possible to watch various shows, arrange to meet for a meal with good food and wine, book ladies for special hours in separees or in prepared rooms or even fulfil very special wishes relating to feeding or fattening. There was something for everyone in this establishment and nobody who appreciated the overflowing fullness of beautiful women left the Hourglass Club unsatisfied.

The club had been built to the owner and founder's specifications on the edge of a small wood outside a large town. A large plot of land with a classic manor house had been purchased, remodelled and extended. The centre of the large, stately building had been completely restructured to meet the needs of the numerous fat guests. The property had also been fitted with numerous newly constructed extensions.

A large car park stretched out in front of the building together with a beautifully manicured park. There you could see the visitors, often after sumptuous meals, taking leisurely digestive walks, whereby most of the ladies were already getting worse and worse on their feet and could squeeze one fat leg past the other with increasing difficulty in a marvellous waddling gait.

The Hourglass Club had a spacious main room with a large bar in the centre and numerous tables and separees arranged around it. Delicious food from the specially equipped kitchen was served here, as well as the best cocktails, fine wines and the finest beer. Further into the bowels of the building were the showrooms and rooms for more private pleasures as well as various wellness areas, saunas, swimming pools, massage areas, in fact a gym with attached physiotherapy to treat any problems of the increasingly obese ladies, as well as numerous common rooms, a library, a cinema adapted to the requirements of extremely obese or even immobile people and much more. Basically, the club was also a kind of hotel in which all customers could stay as long as they wished and enjoy the pleasures of fat in various forms and presentations.

It was a temple in which fat and, above all, getting fatter was celebrated. Women who hung their fat on lavishly and who simply concentrated on having fun and enjoying themselves were idolised and looked after like queens.

The manager

Tom Steinke was one of the managers of the Hourglass Club, who had been there almost since the establishment was founded. He was a man in his 40s and experienced when it came to managing restaurants or hotels, but had also had experience with clubs, discos and brothels. The Hourglass Club basically combined all of these things, topped of course by the focus on the most beautiful thing in the world, female, rippling fat. Naturally, Tom was also a fan of this fetish, although he also had a few preferences of his own which were also fulfilled in this wonderful establishment that he co-managed.

When the idea for the Hourglass Club was put to him, he was not convinced that he would be able to attract enough customers with such a concept, but from the outset he was told that money would not be a problem and that the club would be financed by other businesses and the owner's private assets. As an ardent fat lover, Tom had been immediately blown away by the whole idea, but he hadn't really been on board until he had done some research on the backer and creator of the whole thing. This Kaiser was a businessman who really had his fingers in many pies, not least in catering and services, which would benefit the new Hourglass Club. Tom, however, had smelled one thing above all in this whole crazy concept of building, equipping and running this fetish temple: Money. Kaiser was someone who liked to stay in the background, with as many strings in his rich hands as possible but still forced to delegate a lot of tasks and responsibilities in his network of companies, shops, restaurants and businesses. Knowing this, Tom Steinke had agreed to act as one of the managers as soon as the club opened. The plans he had had at the time had actually worked out much better than he had expected. Whilst Tom was enjoying himself at the Hourglass Club and having fun with the women there alongside his work, over many months he repeatedly withdrew money from the seemingly inexhaustible budget that Kaiser made available to the company to cover all the costs of the food-devouring ladies in need of intensive care. Time and again Tom had written off orders for furniture, food and such things, but he never ordered them. It had been ridiculously easy to embezzle the club's money as Kaiser didn't seem to check that the budget was being used appropriately. As long as Tom kept the club running and Kaiser's appetites satisfied, no one checked the thieving manager's budgeted costs.

What's more, Tom was praised for his conscientious work like a maggot in bacon, which he thought was a very funny analogy given the sexy mountains of meat that waddled through the club every day.

For this evening, the owner of the club had given his supposedly loyal and conscientious manager a reward for his services. Tom had entered the Hourglass Club and had seen the large main room with the bar and the tables at which numerous plump to extremely obese women of all shapes sat with their companions. There was a wonderful aroma of food everywhere and huge portions of the most delicious dishes were being served on a number of tables by the scantily but smartly dressed waitresses, who were also lugging around a few extra kilos.

Tom quickly recognised the woman who had been described to him by his boss. Smiling, he stroked his short brown hair and adjusted his suit jacket. The lady was a huge bacon landscape in a skin-tight black dress. She was sitting at the bar with her back to the entrance of the club, on an extra-wide, reinforced stool, sipping her cocktail. Her incredibly wide arse was beyond anything Tom had ever imagined. Gigantic arse cheeks flowed down from each side of the poor stool and were joined by huge hips covered in rolls of fat. The legs of the pretty lady with short, black hair were basically just bloated tree trunks, with bags that she unashamedly showed off under the hem of her dress. Tom was seriously surprised that this obese, magnificent woman could still walk at all. In fact, as he approached the monster arse and the back adorned with rolls of fat from behind, he realised that a huge, sluggish hanging paunch was bulging out from under the front of the dress and lasciviously lowering itself between the woman's thighs. An incredibly horny sight as this flesh-coloured mass of flab flowed down like dough.

‘Hello, beautiful lady. Elsa, I presume?’ he addressed her and put on his most charming smile. The lady turned her head and a mature but beautiful face with fat cheeks and a generous double chin smiled back at him. Just the right amount of make-up and a pair of very classic pearl earrings made the impression which more than perfectly matched Tom's preferences.

‘That's right, that's me. Nice to meet you Tom, I've been waiting eagerly. Mr Kaiser told me... well, this evening is going to be something very special.’

Tom grinned and his eyes slid down Elsa's distended form. Enormous, sluggish udders rested on her voluminous paunch, just the way he loved it. It was simply unbelievable how wide and broad this woman was in every part of her body. 325kg, his boss had told him. At first Tom hadn't been able to believe that such a fat lady could actually sit at the bar like that, even in a place like the Hourglass Club, but here she was, smiling at the manager from her stool disappearing under her fat arse.

‘I'm glad to hear that, but I'd suggest we fortify you a little first. Waiting is bound to make you hungry,’ Tom said, snapping his fingers to attract the attention of one of the waitresses in the large room.

‘Sounds excellent, I'm always hungry,’ said Elsa and smiled cheekily, placing a hand on her huge potbelly, which hung languidly between her spread thighs.

This was the start of a delicious, multi-part meal and Tom enjoyed how Elsa stuffed herself and looked lustfully at her swelling, increasingly bulging belly. Afterwards, he helped the mature fat woman to get up from the stool and marvelled at how all the fat sluggishly sank down on her. Now the fun would really begin for him.

The dessert

Tom and Elsa had finally reached the private room that the manager always reserved for evenings like this at the Hourglass Club. He stepped into the beautifully furnished room with an extra reinforced bed and she waddled after him, her fat masses billowing and wobbling wildly. As soon as Tom closed the door to the room, Elsa started to take off her incredibly tight and skimpy dress. Of course Tom was happy to help her, which made the bulge in his trousers even bigger. What an unbelievably great evening it had been and he had his boss to thank for it, who wanted to show his appreciation for a job well done. That idiot, Tom thought with a grin and almost laughed out loud as he helped Elsa get the rolled-up dress over her head and her flabby arms, which were covered in fat. Finally, the enormous bombshell stood in front of the manager in just her huge panties, desperately trying to contain her gigantic buttocks and very wide hips with all the fat rolls that went with them. Heavy and sluggish, the bag of belly in front of Elsa hung down to her knees, which were swallowed up by fat bulges, while a massive, bulging ball bulged out from under her sluggish tits. The belly apron swayed back and forth like jelly while underneath the beautiful fat cushion of Elsa's fupa was still slightly visible, fighting for space with the fat folds of her out-of-shape thighs. Tom couldn't wait to finally feel these hot masses of bacon on his face. Moaning, the super-fat, mature lady rubbed her full belly with her chubby hand.

‘That was a fantastic meal. I've added a little more weight for you to enjoy, my darling,’ she breathed softly to Tom as she tenderly helped him remove his own clothes. Hastily and full of lust, the manager got rid of his trousers while he continued to admire all the sluggish, hanging fat on the woman in front of him. It was a real miracle that she could even stand with that arse and colossal paunch, let alone waddle that far. He had never had anything to do with such a fat woman, who was really very voluminous even by the standards of this establishment.

Finally, they were both completely naked after Elsa had removed her remaining panties. What a sight it was to see how this woman had pulled the shred of fabric over her protruding hip pads and massive tree-trunk thighs. The garment was permanently caught in the countless rolls and bags of fat.

‘Let's get started then, sweetie. Lie down on the bed and then everything good will come from above, won't it?’ Elsa suggested, laughing, which made everything about her wobble.

Tom just nodded vigorously, his brain already completely consumed by the pleasure of the upcoming adventure. He willingly lay down on the bed so that his head was on the edge of the mattress. Quivering with anticipation, he watched from below as Elsa approached the bed with all her inert mass and massaged her fat breasts with relish as she looked down at the manager. Then she turned round stolidly and Tom's field of vision was completely filled by the giant arse coming ever closer.

‘Ready? Here comes the full load. I know exactly what you want and now you're finally getting your reward for your hard work.’

Elsa reached into her overflowing arse fat on both sides and pulled the waterball-sized cheeks apart as best she could. Then the spread monster arse sank down and buried Tom completely underneath it with a muffled sound. His face was pressed against Elsa's perineum, her fat vagina and her anus, while all the fat of the mature lady completely covered him and squeezed all the air out of him in a horny act. The touch and feel of his face also seemed to please the fat woman very much as her vagina quickly became wet and hotter and hotter while she wiggled and wobbled on the squashed man. He was so into it that he almost came straight away. He greedily sucked in all of Elsa's savoury aroma that she spread for him. The mature, extremely fat lady relaxed and let all her weight rest on the man beneath her. The movements stimulated her libido and made her hot while she felt the tingling in her fat vagina

The fat woman had a good idea of how long someone could hold out underneath her and she struggled to lift herself up from the large bed, her fat arms wagging. Panting, both from lust and lack of oxygen, Tom also came back up.

‘Oh my God, that was so hot,’ the man said with a bright red face, gulping down the rest of Elsa's vapours with relish. The fat woman stood in front of him and smiled contentedly with her chubby hands in her fat hip cushions.

‘Berit for the next round? How about that?’ asked Elsa, pointing to a table in the corner of the room. Tom looked around and was immediately in favour. There he would be able to experience the horny weight of this fat goddess even better without the padding of the bed.

The table was about the same size as the king-size bed, but was reinforced at all four corners with metal beams connected at the base by long rods. The top was made of polished, thick wood.

‘Finally you can feel what all my fat really feels like on you, remember to tap when you feel like it's too much for you, keep your body loose and your arms up sweetie,’ the colossal woman said in a soothing voice.

‘I'm telling you, I guarantee you've never experienced anything like it.’ A grin played around her mouth and fat cheeks as she ran her fingers through her short, black hair and waited for her victim to lie down on the table to experience the full power of her massive body once again.

Tom's heart skipped a beat. He was living out his fantasy, and even if he died now, he wouldn't regret it, the pleasure the manager felt was simply far too great for that. He was finally experiencing this marvellous preference with a lady who was so much fatter and heavier than anything the perverted fat lover had ever dared to dream of. Of course, Tom had already sensed what an incredible strain Elsa's monster arse was putting on his body, but that was the point after all. Then there were the unbelievable, hefty farts that had blown hot in his face. He simply loved this sick shit and that was a good thing. Tom wanted it just as much and would savour every second and every single gram of Elsa that was about to crash down on him to the full. The mixture of fear and excitement turned him on.

‘O...... okay,’ he stammered breathlessly, full of excitement that made his body tremble. The huge woman turned around so that her massive arse hovered over the young, strong man, who almost disappeared next to these masses of fat. ‘Relax my sweetie. You've done so well so far. You must be having the time of your life if you're into that sort of thing, and I quite enjoyed it too, as you noticed. Your tongue was simply marvellous. And I really had a fantastic evening with dinner earlier. I'm even a little sorry about what's about to happen, my darling. I wish you hadn't screwed the boss over.’

Tom opened his eyes in shock and confusion and threw his arms up. But already the huge woman began to lower her arse onto him. In seconds, his whole body was engulfed by the huge soft flesh, from his neck to his legs.

‘Arrrghhhhhhh Eeeelllsssa,’ the man on the table screamed in a desperate attempt to stop the unstoppable process.

Even the end of her name Tom couldn't really get out as the mature lady's monstrous arse spread over him on all sides, burying him. Not only his body, but the whole table was covered in a cascade of arse, hip and leg fat. Tom's arms were pushed aside by the falling, cellulite-covered arse without him being able to stop the mass in the slightest.

Tom's face immediately began to change expression as the weight on his body increased, the veins on his forehead became more prominent, it was as if they could burst at any moment. The trapped man felt his back being pressed harder and harder against the wooden surface, the pain in his spine became unbearable, it felt like it could break at any moment. Of course he wanted to scream, but he couldn't, as all 325kg were now resting on him. The blood circulation in his body had stopped due to the immense weight. Tom felt his chest and pelvis give way under the pressure. The corrupt manager's eyes watered, his face had already turned bright purple from the lack of oxygen, she flailed her arms and held her mouth open in a desperate attempt to scream. Elsa's butter-soft fat and her wet vagina were all Tom could get into his open mouth and his tanned face. Apart from that, his lungs were completely flattened by Elsa's enormous buttocks, making any sound impossible. The hapless and too greedy manager of the Hourglass Club was now being crushed on a metal reinforced wooden table by a 325kg, fully eaten woman.

Elsa could feel him struggling under the table and she just thought it was funny how this pathetic, thieving wretch was fighting for his life under her flabby, titanic arse cheeks. Every passing second must have felt like years to Tom, while he couldn't breathe in the slightest and the panic and awareness of his mistakes continued to grow. Suddenly the crushed manager felt an excruciating pain in his left rib, one of his bones had just been broken. Tom wanted to knock, but he couldn't move a single muscle in her body, he had no energy left. Of course, this was just a reaction caused by the manager's panic. Despite the lack of oxygen, the words of the mature, gorgeous woman kept echoing in his head. After all, his actions had consequences for him, and far more serious ones than he had ever dreamed of. The thief who had been caught and was now receiving his just desserts wanted to scream, but the lack of oxygen prevented him from doing so. Once again Tom was completely at the mercy of a fat woman who wanted to satisfy his fetish with her weight, but he had never been as helpless as he was now because of Elsa's mass. Everything around him began to darken and finally the crushing weight was actually too much for the fat lover, who had imagined the evening to be quite different. Crazily, in addition to panic and fear of death, excitement and lust also flashed through Tom's dying mind, as the weight of such a fatty goddess bearing down on him had still been one of his favourite fantasies. He could do nothing about this insane reaction. Elsa just laughed as she felt Tom's hard cock pressing somewhere against the overflowing fat of her huge arse cheeks alongside the arms and legs trying to free themselves.

‘You think that's really hot, don't you? Too bad, too bad it had to end like this. As I said, I had a lot of fun today, my love. I have a final present for you.’

His eyes finally closed as he tried to make a final scream between the vapours, the juice of her vagina and the endless cushions of fat, and he experienced his last moment on earth as a whopping 325 kg squeezed the life out of him.