The next step (Patreon)

Amy was very happy with how this third date had gone. A lovely meal in a chic bistro with beautiful summer weather and the place had even had chairs without armrests on the terrace. A real stroke of luck. The guy she had met for the third time today was really cute and very nice. Visually, he was just the kind of man for the young woman, made her laugh and was all in all very likeable. 

At first Amy had been very shy about asking the young man if they should go for a drink, because although she thought she had interpreted his looks on her body correctly, there was always a certain risk that he would just stare at her form because his mind couldn't process it and not because he found women of Amy's stature really beautiful and attractive. In fact, there weren't many men who would still find a woman like her attractive, because Amy far exceeded the curves and roundness that many guys might still be attracted to. The young woman was huge in width and carried around a hefty 550lbs. Basically, everyone who saw Amy for the first time dropped their jaws, but she was already used to that. It wasn't just the enormous weight of the little 22-year-old, but her unusual and very special fat distribution. Amy had a comparatively petite body with narrow shoulders, a slender neck and very juicy but not overly large breasts. She had her straight, long, blonde hair tied back in a jaunty ponytail, as was usual for her. Intelligent green eyes sparkled in her sweet, slightly tanned face with a stub nose. These were all features that would probably have appealed to any normal man and all the fat that Amy had put on in her life mostly stayed well away from her face and chest. The situation was different on her arms and stomach. Flabby pillows of fat dangled from her upper arms, which were already spilling over her forearms and had long ago completely buried her elbows. Small, chubby hands rounded off the sight of Amy's beautiful, flabby arms. The belly of the young but already very overweight beauty was not as big as that of ladies of comparable weight, but it was still better developed than the rest of her upper body. Sluggish and slightly pendulous, a paunch divided into two juicy rolls swung in front of Amy. Adorned with stretch marks and regularly stuffed to bursting with food, this belly wobbled with every step and, when it hung freely, covered almost all of the blonde woman's panties. 

Amy's most prominent feature, however, which was responsible for all the gawking, was below her waistline. Beneath her soft, curvy but comparatively slender upper body, the young woman's hips exploded in width. Huge, extremely protruding hip pads from which hung a hodgepodge of stacking, cellulite-covered rolls made Amy almost as wide as she was tall. The lower roll of her soft, lazy potbelly flowed smoothly into her colossal hips. In addition, the young pear had a pair of thighs covered all over with rolls of fat that put even tree trunks in the shade. These thighs rubbed against each other up to the knees, which had long been buried under fat. Amy's lower legs also looked like they were pumped full of fat and rolled easily over her small, chubby feet. Her thighs bulged forward while at the same time several fat bags and rolls wobbled on her back. In fact, from an objective point of view, Amy had beautifully shaped legs, but such an insane amount of fat had accumulated there that it would have been far too much for most guys. But what crowned this fantastic pear shape was Amy's pride and joy. Behind her she carried two enormous, wobbling, up and down swaying ass cheeks which were in no way inferior in size to beach balls. A colossal butt with which she was constantly knocking things over and which was already hanging down the back of her thighs. An unparalleled fat backside formed an excellent storage area at the lower end of her back, and she also had serious problems reaching the end of her butt with outstretched hands. The same applied to the sides of Amy's hips, which grew outwards and further away from her actual body with every additional kilo. 

The fat blonde had already gone out three times with this cute guy after she had plucked up the courage to ask him out. It had been three wonderful dates in nice places. To Amy's immense relief, her suspicions had apparently been confirmed and her date had indeed taken a liking to her voluptuous forms and her monster ass hanging off the sides of the chair on each of the dates. He hadn't minded her more than healthy appetite either and had even dutifully taken her outrageously large order on his bill each time. A gentleman like Amy appreciated and someone who didn't seem to mind when a woman ate her fill. Basically, he shouldn't have been surprised if he really found her fat pads as attractive as Amy thought, because after all, the young woman hadn't just been given them as a gift, but had gained them kilo by kilo over years of tireless gluttony.

After the last date, which had again been accompanied by interesting, stimulating conversations and had ended with a happy Amy, who seemed to be flowing off the chair from all sides and patting her bulging belly, he had asked her if she wanted to come home with him. The fat blonde had enthusiastically agreed, eager to take the next step and finally be fully aware of whether he really found her excess weight and swelling fat masses attractive or whether it was a joke of the 'I've lost a bet and have to go out with the fat pig' variety.

With a belly full of delicious pizza, a portion of pasta and the tiramisu for dessert that her date had encouraged her to have, the fat blonde waddled through the pedestrian zone in the city center. Her companion walked very slowly so that the hefty woman next to him could keep up without being completely exhausted, but it still took a lot for Amy to move her heaving masses of fat through the area. Panting and with flushed cheeks, she swung one tree-trunk leg past the other, while the fat bags on her inner thighs interfered with each other. At least it wasn't particularly hot, only mild with a bright blue sky, but there was a refreshing breeze, which the fat woman really enjoyed. To avoid sweating herself to death and to see her date's reaction, Amy had dressed very breezily and revealingly. Her monstrous ass was tucked into a pair of denim shorts that were too tight at all ends and stretched all the seams to the absolute limit when she waddled. The front button and zipper were also very tight where Amy had squeezed her hanging belly into them. A thick, bloated roll of fat spilled over the waistband, while a huge, billowing cellulite landscape could be admired from behind. On top, the fat woman, whose cute, sexy ponytail bounced back and forth with every swaying, small step, wore a tight-fitting black tank top. This beautifully showed off the large fat pads of her tanned upper arms and all the flab swaying on them. Her breasts, the size of very juicy oranges, were also well presented in the black fabric. Amy actually liked to dress like this in the summer and always wore very form-fitting clothes, not to say revealing, if she could find clothes for her unusual body shape at all. Funnily enough, she was a very self-confident woman who loved all her flab, her overflowing backside and her incredibly feminine hips and was very happy to show them off to the world. It was only when it came to going on a date with a nice young man, for example, that she was as insecure and shy as could be, but by now she was pretty sure that this guy was serious about her.

He had said that he had an apartment nearby and that they could go there very quickly. Amy had been very pleased about that, but her fears that his idea of a short distance didn't quite match hers had come true. A little exhausted, but also proud that she had managed the whole walk with her huge, heavy legs and the mega-butt that was constantly dragging her down, they finally arrived at the door of his apartment building. 

"Here we are at last, I hope that was ok for you?" he asked kindly, but slightly anxiously.

Amy took a deep breath and calmed her breathing. Although she propped herself up against the wall of the house with one hand and braced the other in her protruding hips, she smiled warmly at him.

"Oh, it's all good. A little digestive walk like this is good for everyone. And I'm sure the walk will be worth it, won't it?" she returned meaningfully and winked at her date with those wonderful green eyes. She noticed how his gaze wandered over her enormously wide hips pressed into the denim, her arms, her big belly and her full breasts. Amy didn't mind at all, she even enjoyed the way he "checked her out" and she did exactly the same on her own. She was so young and lively, full of joy with a sweet, cheeky smile with dimples on her round cheeks and those sparkling eyes and at the same time so incredibly fat and huge in width and unfit. A fantastic sight. You could admire her beautifully tanned skin covered in cellulite everywhere in this skimpy outfit. Amy knew that her full legs in particular attracted so many horrified glances when she showed off all those jiggling masses of fat so openly. 

"All right, let's go upstairs then," he said, beaming with joyful anticipation of finally being able to be alone and private with this young, mega-fat dream woman. He unlocked the door and stepped inside.

"Yes...upstairs...great," Amy repeated, sighing, but not surprised. 

Of course, there was no elevator in the comparatively old building and the apartment they were heading for was unfortunately only on the second floor. A classic nightmare for people in Amy's weight class, especially for women who had to lug around such a huge mass on their hips. She turned slightly to the side and waddled through the front door, still rubbing against the door frame. Her companion closed the door and walked relatively briskly up the stairs. Amy, in turn, took a deep breath, gripped the banister firmly on one side and began the uncomfortable ascent. Ponderously, slowly, the fat pear struggled up the stairs as fast as she could. Before each new step, she gathered her strength and swung one leg, which felt as heavy as a ton, up past the hanging, overflowing fat of the other. Each time, the seams of her strained shorts creaked ominously and her stomach was lifted slightly by her massive thighs, only to sink back down again as Amy heaved her body up to the next ledge. One step at a time, you'll get to the top eventually, she told herself as she began to pant again. So young and already so fat and completely out of shape that stairs were almost an impossibility.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally reached the front door where her shy and apologetically smiling date was already waiting.

"I'm really so sorry. You shouldn't have to torture yourself like this, but unfortunately we don't have an elevator."

Amy waved it off, which made her arm fat flush, and caught her breath. However, she recognized the next hurdle when her companion unlocked his apartment door. It was a rather narrow, old door frame. The fat pear stood in front of it and looked down at herself. Her hips bulged out wider than either side of the old-fashioned door and she was sure she would never fit through. Nevertheless, she tried, took a step forward, grabbed both sides of the door frame with her chubby hands and pressed her protruding hips against the wood. She realized that it wouldn't work that way and she might even get stuck if she kneaded and squeezed the fat on her hips to fit through. After the fat pear had taken a step back, she turned 90 degrees and tried to go through sideways. This was also a difficult task. Although she was only blessed with a relatively small belly, but nature had given her six times the portion of ass, instead. Amy's bum stuck out so far and her buttocks were so exaggeratedly large that her front still pressed against the frame of the door. With some wiggling back and forth and pulling in her belly as best her weak muscles would allow, the young woman still managed to squeeze through with her enormous, overflowing body. Exhausted but happy, Amy waddled into the unfortunately rather cramped but nicely furnished apartment. She didn't take much notice of her eagerly staring date, who had been watching the entire show at the door, but headed straight for the sofa. Groaning and moaning, she lowered her enormous buttocks onto the cushion wich spread from one end of the couch to the other. 

"Finally done," she moaned with relief.