SAMMY Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Chapter 11

As Sammy’s weight steadily increased into uncharted territory, so did the popularity of her Onlyfans page as well the requests for her to eat in front of the camera, measure her body, and do weigh-ins for her growing audience. The money was too good to turn down, and it soon became clear to me that Sammy’s weight was becoming a runaway train that was only going to gain momentum, whether I wanted it to or not.

I don’t know if it was because of the way I so openly adored her and made her feel so loved and appreciated, but she seemed to be loosening up a bit, and had started to indulge and enjoy in her eating habits more than she had before. That’s what I thought on a good day anyway. Perhaps it was more accurate that she was becoming so insulated by people telling her how great she was, and paying her ungodly amounts of money to continue her decadent lifestyle that she slipped deeper into denial of what was really happening to her body.

“I think it’s sad that it's always the skinny ugly bitches that go out of their way to criticize people’s weight,” Sammy said as she scrolled through her phone. Her thighs were draped over my lap as she reclined on the couch. She was grazing her way through a family sized bucket of extra crispy chicken tenders from KFC. Yes, you heard me right, a family sized bucket, all for herself.

I turned to my left and watched as she continued to plow away at her feast fit for a queen. “Yeah, it comes from insecurity.”

“It’s so pathetic,” she said between bites after putting her phone down. “Meanwhile, their boyfriends are drooling over me.”

I ran my hand over the bare skin of her blubbery thighs and stared at her drealily. “Well it’s hard to blame them for that.”

She finished chewing and after licking off the remainder of the grease, released her fingers from her oversized lips. “Are we doing another cake video tonight?”

My eyebrows went up. “If you want to.”

She glared at me like I was stupid. “It’s not a question of whether or not I want to, it’s a question of what my fans want.”

“Your fans always want that.”

She gazed at me and pursed her lips with otherwise no expression on her heavily made up face. “I want cupcakes with lots of frosting.”

“Ok, I can get that for you.”

She reached her massive arm toward the coffee table, jiggling madly in the process. “Uhh, pass me the blunt.”

I sat up a little and did as I was told. I lit it for her and she puffed away and coughed, causing her thighs to shake like a mold of jello during an earthquake. “God nice legs.”

Her coughing and wheezing ceased and she handed me the blunt and I put it down. She ran her hand along the side of her hips and arched her back provocatively. “My butt is getting big.”

I reclined back on the sofa and shoved my chin in my chest so I could see. “Your butt is amazing.”

Her eyes narrowed as if she was deep in thought. “You’re not one of those guys that wants to get lost between my ass cheeks like on My 600 Pound Life are you?”

“Umm, no.”

“It’s okay, admit it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’d like it if I sat on you I bet.”

She playfully pushed me down so that I was laying flat on my back on the sofa. She rose to her feet and, wearing only thong panties, wiggled her ass in my face. It was so huge it seemed to block out the entire room. She then sat on my stomach. “Ohhh, god.” I gasped with both pain and pleasure as I felt her incredible weight pinning me down.

“What?” She wiggled deeper into my tightly flexed abdomen, her hips spreading wide and stretching from beneath my neck all the way down to my pelvis. “Am I crushing you?” She spoke with a flirty, arrogant smirk. “Aren't you man enough to handle me?”

I struggled to breathe and grabbed her thigh. I caressed her belly. I imagined that if it hadn’t been for her surgical procedures, her belly would be folding into rolls and oozing over her lap by now, but instead it had become a round, barrel-like mass of snuggly packed fat that seemed to be fighting for space beneath her taught and flawless skin. Most of her added blubber still was in her ass, which by now seemed to be more than a yard across.  “I’ll always be able to handle you.”

“Good boy,” she said as she lifted her legs up, allowing her entire weight to sink down on top of me.

“Ohh, fuck I can’t breathe.”

“If I let you up are you going to get me my cupcakes?”

“Uhh, yes.”

“Okay then.”

She shifted her hips around in my stomach again but I quickly squirmed out from under her and sprang into a sitting position. She may have been very heavy, but months of an extremely sedentary lifestyle had weakened her body and I could easily overpower her. I leaped on top, grabbed her gushy upper arms and pinned her down. I looked into her helpless eyes for a moment and then our lips softly locked together. We kissed with blissful passion for a long time. Her belly pressed into my hardened stomach like a warm plush pillow as her double chin quivered delightedly from my touch. I wanted so badly to go deeper and further but she again ordered me to get her cupcakes and this time I complied. I knew better by now, not to get between Sammy and food.

I stood up and looked down at her as she laid on the couch. Her body was so wide that part of her ass was hanging off the side. Her camisole had ridden up and left her bloated belly exposed. She tried to sit up but quickly gave up and collapsed back into her lying position.

“Ehhh, I can’t uhh…” She was breathless and appeared to be sweating from just the slight exertion. “Hehhh! Ehh…” She tried again and failed, then burst out in laughter.

“Let me help you,” I said.

I reached down and hoisted her up into a sitting position with both hands.

She looked at me with pleading eyes and ran her fingers over the skin of her waist. “Oooh, I guess I ate too much.”

She rocked forward and I helped lift her to her feet. “You gonna be okay without me for a few minutes?”

“Shut up and get out of here.”

I smiled and gave her one more kiss before I retreated to the garage and headed to the store.

It had been a crazy last few months, watching in real time as Sammy slowly ate herself past thick and into straight up obesity without the slightest bit of concern on her part. And now, there I was on my way to buy her sugary cupcakes, which she would no doubt consume well into excess later that evening. Was I dreaming? Was she so deep in denial that she didn’t realize that she was becoming truly fat? Didn’t she care? I thought better than to ask too many questions and decided to just enjoy the process. She was up to over 4 million followers on Instagram, the more weight she gained the more that people seemed to be fascinated by her. There was no telling how far this would go.