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Sammy

Chapter One

“Okay, so should we meet for coffee or something?” I said.

I had my phone to my ear and had just stepped out of the gym so I could hear.

“Um, why don’t you just come to my house and we’ll talk,” she said. Her voice sounded a little ditzier and breathier than I remembered. “I’m just down off Shea.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, now or never.”

“Okay, sure.”

“K, got to go, see you soon.”

“Sounds good.”

I zipped my phone in the outer pocket of my backpack and walked across the parking lot toward my Harley Fat Bob. Even after all the texting, I couldn’t believe Sam wanted to see me. I knew it was only for a job, but still.

I rode back to my apartment, took a quick shower and changed, but I was already sweating again by the time I got back on my bike due to the triple digit Arizona temperatures. I rolled northwest toward Scottsdale, and stopped in front of a gated community just outside the 101 loop and checked my phone again. I punched in the code she sent and the gate slowly opened.

Her house was nice. A big one story adobe style place with a small fountain out front next to a big cactus shaped exactly like a penis. I’m sorry, but, don’t know how else to describe it.

I took my sunglasses off, checked myself in one of the rearview mirrors of the bike, fixed up my hair the best I could, then approached the front entrance. I knocked and stood there with bated breath for what seemed like forever. I could hear the high pitched yips of dogs, then the door finally opened.

I was taken aback for a second. I followed Sam on Instagram and had known her well, but it was years since I’d seen her in person. The woman standing before me now, looked different than what she looked like online, and was a far cry from what she looked like when I knew her.

“Omigod hey!” she said with one arm spread out wide and the other on the door. “Keith Yates...I can’t believe it.” Her voice was somewhat monotone and deadpan, despite her words.

My eyes darted up and down, but I did my best to gain my composure and not gawk too obviously. “Good to see you Sam.”

My god she was stunning. Her hair was long and dark, such a dark shade of brown it was almost black, maybe dyed black but I’m not sure. Her makeup and lipstick dazzled and she was beyond beautiful, but she looked much heavier than I was expecting.

“It’s Sammy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But that’s okay, come in.”

She turned around and I followed her inside and my gaze shot to her hips as if beyond my control. Dressed in black skintight leggings and a matching spaghetti strap camisole, she wasn’t exactly leaving much to the imagination. Where did the shy athletic 5’7” 150 pound equestrian girl I once knew go? When did she get replaced by this big, thick, voluptuous vixen of a woman? Her high heeled boots were covered in a collage style pattern of pictures of 100 dollar bills and her walk seemed slow and weighty, and her amazingly huge ass swayed and bounced with each step. Her butt dominated her body. Each cheek jutted out behind her like balloons, giving her an exaggerated, bottom heavy, hourglass shape. It was hypnotic to watch.

She spun her head toward me and I quickly turned and pretended to take in the decor of the house.

“I like your place,” I said.

She smiled with what I thought was a knowing twinkle in her eye. “Thanks.”

It was difficult to actually pry my eyes away from her mind numbing body but I did manage to actually take a look around. Her home looked like a Barbie doll’s dream house or something. It was all Gucci and Louis Vuitton, decorated in fringy fluffy gold and silver pillows, and posh furniture that went beyond expensive and tasteful and veered toward tacky.

I drew my attention back to her. “You miss Oregon yet?”

She ignored me and led me toward the back with her two little dogs trailing behind.

“I’ll show you where I want to shoot.” She exited the house and went to the patio, I followed. “So I love the way you use shadows and natural light so I was hoping you could help me with that...with like the pool in the background.” She looked across her backyard then turned and gestured toward a blonde woman who was sitting on a lounge chair sipping something iced and fruity. “This is Bridget by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

“Likewise,” Bridget said as she lowered her sunglasses.

“Briget is like my manager and she takes care of my accounts and a lot of my DM’s and stuff like that. I’m sure you know how it is,” Sammy said.

“Well I…”

“The last time I saw Keith was like 10 years ago,” Sammy said to Bridget. “He was my riding instructor.”

“Do you still ride?” Bridget said, looking at me.

“Just a motorcycle now. What about you Sam...or Sammy.”

“No, I haven't been on a horse in a long time.” Sam paused for a moment with her weight on one hip. She was twirling her hair in her finger and looking at me. “Come, let’s get this done.”

“How close to ready are you?” I said.

She spun around, flipping her hair in the process, god she was so sexy. “I’m ready now silly.”

“Okay…” I walked closer to the pool and observed the area and the setting sun. “If we wait another 20 minutes or so the lighting will be perfect.”

Sammy stared at me for a moment, then shrugged. “Great, I could use a snack.” She walked back into the house and gave me a subtly sexy flash of her big brown eyes as she passed. I turned and followed.

Inside, she bent over and slid open the freezer below the refrigerator. Her hips spread wide and my jaw dropped. She was even bigger than I thought.

“Haven’t done a very good job of social distancing from the fridge,” she said after turning around with a plastic tub of mini eclairs in her hand. She went to the kitchen table and sat down. She peeled off the lid and quickly popped one of the treats in her mouth. “Mmmm...want one?”

I looked down at her. She was so thick that her hips dwarfed her chair, and I was amazed by the size of her thighs. They were sexy and shapely thighs, but goddamn they were massive. I sat next to her. “No, thanks, frozen stuff hurts my teeth.”

She finished chewing. “Training for Mr. Universe or whatever?”

“No, just classic physique, no PED’s no roids.”

“Whatever.” She grabbed another eclair and slowly licked and sucked the chocolate frosting with her tongue. She gazed at my chest and the way biceps were exposed in my tight white t-shirt. “Going well though, looks like.”

I shrugged. “It’s been tough, money is pretty tight, I don’t quite have your internet following.”

It was entertaining just watching her eat. I had a hard time looking away from her full, pouty lips. Seemed like she’d been getting them puffed up or something, or whatever you call it, lip augmentation I guess.

There was a long moment of silence other than the sounds of her chewing, then her eyes lit up. “Shit, so why don’t you come work for me full time then. I told you Bridget's already got her hands full.”

My mind went blank and my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. She had mentioned this to me before, but I didn’t think she was serious. “Umm...I don't know…”

She took a bite of her third eclair. “Mmm...seriously (chew) you should.”

“To do what?”

She swallowed. “I told you to be my personal assistant silly, and part time photographer…I really need help with TikTok, video editing and youtube. I know you’re good at that.” She looked at me curiously. “Where do you live again?”

“Down in Mesa.”

“Eww, that sucks. No offence.”

“Yeah, I’ve just been focused on training.”

“Well fuck.” She continued to make love to another frozen little treat in a way that was driving me crazy. Her full, plump mouth moved rhythmically and her eyes drifted upward as if she was deep in thought, then they focused back on me. “I’ve known you forever, you can like stay here if you want….if you want to work for me.”

I almost laughed out loud and slapped my hands on the table. “You don’t need a roommate.”

“Why the fuck not? This house is huge, I could use some...emotional support, I’m still like new to the area.” Her normally arrogant prissy look suddenly turned almost genuine. “You have a girlfriend?”

I looked straight into her eyes and thought I saw a hint of sadness. “No, single.”

She smiled. “Seriously we can talk more about this later, but I am going to hire a full time assistant, my Instagram has just gotten too crazy. Started a Fansly and Loyal Fans too. If not you, then...I’ll get someone else...so, offer is on the table.”

We locked eyes again, but this time awkwardly. “I..I’m intrigued.”

“Good,” she said before shifting her gaze back to the eclairs. She plopped one more in her mouth then shoved the plastic tub in my direction. “Now get these away from me before I eat them all.”

After touching up her hair, makeup, and lipstick with Bridget, it was time to shoot.

Sammy did her usual poses, the ones I had seen hundreds of times on instagram, and she was magnificent. Looking closer at her body in person however made me think there was a lot of doctoring and photoshopping going on between shooting and posting, something you could never get away with in the bodybuilding world.

I was again just floored by how big she was. I knew she had a huge ass, she always had that, but her upper arms were clearly chubby, almost fat. She did still have a small midsection I guess, but really, it was more of just a flat stomach. Up close, her waist wasn’t all that slim, it just appeared to be tiny in comparison to her flaring hips and overgrown butt. She actually had some pretty decent sized love handles and even rolls of back fat when she twisted her body certain ways. Don’t see that on Instagram though.

“Phewww!” Sammy said, fanning herself with her hand. It was still pretty hot outside and she was sweating by the time we were done. “I’m gonna go shower and change. Bridget, you should order dinner now.”

She strutted back inside like a supermodel on the catwalk, leaving Bridget and I alone.

I grabbed the tripod and camera and brought it underneath the awning in the shade where Bridget was sitting. She peered up at me and lowered her sunglasses just as she did before.

“Did she ask you to be her personal assistant?” Bridget said.

I sat down in a chair across from her. “Umm, yeah. How did you know?”

“She’s been talking about you for a while, seems to trust you more than most people.” She closed her laptop. “You guys go back a ways huh.”

“Yeah, since high school in good old Lake Oswego.”

“Really? What was she like in high school?”

“Different. She was kind of shy, athletic, she got by on her looks I guess, guys thought she was hot.”

“That hasn’t changed.”

“She was a hell of a lot skinnier.”

“Well that has changed.” She took her glasses off completely and set them on the table. “She likes you. You should do it.”

“Yeah?”

“She doesn’t open up to many people, but she just went through a bad breakup and I think she needs someone around more than she lets on.”

I leaned forward a little. “What happened?”

She sat up. “He was an asshole and she dumped him. Him and Sammy got hammered by online comments after they did this video, and I think they fell apart after that.”

“What video?”

Bridget sighed. “It was this stupid British TV show called hooked on the look. It made her seem like a Kardashian obsessed bimbo fan girl. They just totally exploited her. I don’t know, Sammy says that all publicity is good publicity, but I think she was a little embarrassed by it, and embarrassed of her boyfriend. But really I just think he couldn’t handle how much attention she gets from men.”

I sighed. “3 million followers, that’s pretty incredible.”

She took a sip from her plastic water bottle. “Yeah 3 million followers, all the money in the world and very few real friends.”

“Well it’s nice she’s got you,” I said.

“I worry about her sometimes.”

“How so?”

She focused her gaze. “Being internet famous is a weird thing, I think it inflates her ego and isolates her at the same time. Also, looking the way she does, guys stare at her everywhere she goes.”

She brushed a wisp of blonde hair away from her eyes.

I looked at the sliding glass door of the house and then back at her. I leaned further forward. “Did she get a BBL or what?”

Bridget put a finger to her lips and whispered: “Yes, but we don’t really broadcast that.”

I shook my head. “She’s changed so much.”

Bridget continued to speak quietly. “Yeah well, a BBL will do that. So will thousands of DM’s from guys saying they want to marry her everyday.” She took another drink from her water. “I’m sure it can mess with your head.”

I raised my eyebrows. “And your ass.”

“God fuck I know, she keeps getting bigger too.”

I stared at her curiously. “You do the photoshop stuff?”

She sighed deeply. “Yes, it’s probably my fault. I don’t think she knows how big she is”

“I figured.”

“She’s been eating her feelings a lot lately, more so since the breakup.”

“What, are you worried?”

“I don’t know. I think she thinks that the bigger her ass gets, the more popular she’ll get, and the more money she’ll make.”

I shook my head again in amusement. “It’s so surface level.”

“Yeah, that’s why I think she could use someone like you, someone that knew her before she was Sammyy02k...just to help her kind of...like know what’s real, keep her at least somewhat grounded.”

“Yeah.”

“So you gonna take her up on her offer? She’ll pay you well I’m sure.”

I took a breath. “I could use some cash. There’s no money in bodybuilding. Right now I’m just living off the little bit I make from youtube.”

“Oh shit!”

“What?”

“I forgot to order Sammy’s dinner.” She quickly opened her laptop up again, then looked at me. “See it would help me out too if you take the job.”

Chapter Two

“Okay if this doesn’t convince you, then literally nothing will,” Sammy said.

She was leading me into one of her enormous spare bedrooms, and it was filled with workout equipment. There were racks of dumbbells, a cable tower, a preacher curl bench, a treadmill, leg machines and even a bench press.

“Damn, you got real weights in here,” I said, amazed. It seemed that she really wanted me to move in with her, but I wondered if there might be some angle to all of this. It had been a long time since the days when we hung out together, and I always felt like we had more of a brother sister relationship than anything else, but her offer seemed too good to pass up.

“Yeah, that was supposed to be for my ex, he was getting a little soft and scrawny,” she said before taking a sip from her Starbucks frappuccino. “But I can get a good leg workout in here too, although I haven't been using it much lately.” Her eyes shifted down and then back up in a delightfully sexy way. The looks she was giving me were not very sister-like at all. What was I getting myself into?

“Okay come,” she said in a commanding tone.

She led me into the hallway and into another room. Her two little dogs, Dinero and Lola, followed.

“This would be you,” she said. “Your own bathroom, everything you need.”

The bedroom was big and the ceiling was high, as were all the ceilings in her house. There was a fully made up queen sized bed, a dresser and a spacious closet. I poked my head in the bathroom and then looked back at her.

“What do you think?” she said.

I shrugged and raised my brow at the same time. She was such a hottie that my eyes didn’t know where to focus. It was that tight baby blue spaghetti strap dress she was wearing. It was short, falling well above her knees and it hugged and clung to every inch of her body. “It’s perfect.”

“Okay, then we have a deal?”

I smiled. “We have a deal.”

She took a long sip of her frappuccino and her eyes narrowed as if she was pleased with herself. “Bridget will set you up with the details.”

“Sounds good.”

She started walking back toward the living room and I followed behind. Her figure was so curvy it was beyond my comprehension. The way her ass moved with every step was mind blowing and the damn thing nearly took my breath away. Her sea green platform shoes made her butt stick out even more and I noticed that while her ankles were small, her calves were surprisingly thick and meaty, and her thighs were almost outside the limits of thick. So different from the girl I knew in highschool. She used to have four-pack abs and was such a fitness type. I remember she was so flexible she was able to lift one of her legs over her head while in a standing position, and she could do the splits. I highly doubted she could do any of that now.

I’m 6 foot 1 and exactly 196.8 pounds. Being that the sculpting of the human body is what I do, I’m usually very accurate when it comes to guessing someone's weight. Knowing that Sammy was 5 foot 7, and seeing her up close, I’d say she had to be weighing in at over 220 pounds, at least. Just that thought boggled my mind for some reason.

She spun around once we were in the kitchen and flung her hair over her shoulder with the back of her manicured hand. “Okay, I’m literally like starving. Job number one, take me somewhere to eat.”

She said she didn’t like to drive, and had gotten used to having her groceries and food delivered straight to her door, but now she wanted to get out of the house. I sort of got the feeling she was enjoying the idea of me driving her. I think it made her feel important, like she was a queen and I was her chauffeur.

We took her Mercedes GLC, (instead of her ridiculous gold Mustang) and crossed over the 101 freeway, entering an area with stores and restaurants on either side. She pointed her finger to her left, her hand right in front of my chest. “Go to Whataburger, they have bomb shakes.”

I was surprised. I expected her to want to go somewhere nicer or more expensive as Arizona restaurants were open for dine-in, but I didn’t say anything, and did as commanded.

She ordered a double Pico de Gallo Burger meal with a chocolate malt milkshake. I just got a regular Whataburger.

“Don’t you want fries?” she said as he handed me her card.

“No, just the burger is fine.”

Having fast food was completely outside of my training diet, but I didn’t want to seem like an asshole so I went with the flow. When you’re a bodybuilder getting ready for a competition, you have to be unbelievably strict. The aim is to lose fat and retain muscle mass, which is not easy to do, and everything you consume makes a difference.

Sammy didn’t seem concerned at all about what she ate, as far as I could tell. I had followed her Instagram since she started, and it struck me that it wasn't long ago that she was considerably lighter. I wondered if she was aware of how big she was getting.

“God these things are so good,” she said after she finished chewing. She reached down and shoved more fries in her mouth. “Portland fast food (chew) sucks ass compared to here.”

I nodded. “A lot more options.” I grabbed a napkin and pulled out of the parking lot. “Almost never eat this stuff though, I’m cutting right now. Got a show in 8 weeks.”

I instantly felt like a stupid jerk for saying that. She was really enjoying her food and the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Cutting?”

“Yeah like, dropping your body fat to below 10 percent.”

She turned toward me. “That’s not so hard. Look at you, aren't you already there?”

“Maybe there, but not below, and I plan on winning this thing.” I glanced at her as I drove. Her arms were bare and exposed and I was amazed by how chubby they looked and they jiggled and shook with every bump in the road. “First place gets $15,000 bucks, second place gets 6,000.”

She placed a few more fries between her glossy luscious lips. “Sounds like (munch, chew) a lot of work for not that much money.”

I almost laughed. “It’s a lot of money to me. But it’s more than that, it’s all the respect and the opportunities that come with being the champ.”

She took a sip from her milkshake and my eyes drew to her thighs. She was so wide that her hips were spreading almost beyond the limits of her seat. I contemplated what a BBL does exactly. She really did have the legs and arms of an overweight woman, I noticed even her forearms looked chubby, but her stomach, while soft, was still mostly flat and almost strangely taught. If she got a procedure where they transferred fat cells from her waist to her butt, that would probably mean that if she gained weight afterward, the extra pounds wouldn’t accumulate as much in her belly, but instead would go to other areas. It was all beginning to make a little more sense. Maybe that was why she flaunted herself and seemed so unconcerned. If her belly wasn’t getting fat, then perhaps she didn’t realize how big she was getting everywhere else.

She looked at me briefly with a little smirk on her face, then rolled her eyes. “Whatever, you have fun with that.”

She plopped more fries in her mouth.

Chapter Three

It had been two weeks since I moved in and began my new job as a glorified assistant or whatever the fuck I was. It was interesting to say the least. Sammy didn’t seem to live in the real world, it was a world all her own, a fake world based on a mixture of The Kardashians, Instagram modeling, and hip hop music videos, as far as I could tell. She actually had blown up canvas photos of herself on her own walls in her own house. I thought that her image as a vain stuck up bitch was just her internet persona, but no, it seemed that she was just as vain and full of herself in real life too. Again, so different from the girl she used to be.

My job was not difficult though. Sammy already had a full on maid service that took care of the basic stuff. All I did was drive her around, did some grocery shopping, (although Sammy almost always preferred to eat luxurious takeout meals for the most part) and shot and edited videos for her. We hadn’t gotten to the point where she wanted me to respond to all her messages or manage her various online accounts, Bridget and herself and her friend Steph still did most of that.

I had finished my morning workout and had just entered the kitchen. My pumped up arms were exposed in a black tank top and they glistened with sweat. My competition was only 6 weeks away.

“Omigod you look fucking shreaded,” Sammy said. She paused for a moment with one hand on the open refrigerator and stared at me.

“Getting serious now,” I said.

She grabbed an iced frappuccino in a glass bottle and wiggled over to the table. She had a slight smirk on her face as she lowered her hips slowly into her chair. “I think whatever pounds you lost found their way to me.”

Wearing skimpy grey cotton shorts that weren't even big enough to cover her butt cheeks, I took her at her word, but I shook my head uneasily, unsure of how to respond. I grabbed a bottle of water and sat in a chair beside her. She was squinting at her laptop.

“Wanna see something?” she said. “Look.”

I shrugged and scooted closer. On the screen was her direct message inbox from one of her accounts. She opened the profile of a sender.

“What’s this?” I said, leaning in. I took a closer look and saw that it was a DM from fucking James Harden, an NBA superstar from the Brooklyn Nets. His message of love and affection for Sammy was not subtle to say the least. “The basketball player?”

“Yeah, but I get stuff like this all the time.” She spoke nonchalantly as if she wanted to impress me without being obvious. “You wouldn’t even believe it, a lot of stuff from supposedly happily married famous guys.”

I glanced into her eyes then quickly turned away and back up. “I can imagine.”

She tilted her head down a little, revealing her slight double chin, looking like she was trying not to smile. Her beautiful hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and her little cotton pajama top matched her skimpy boyshorts. I had a hard time focusing.

“Is he your style?” I said.

She arched her back in her seat provocatively, although it seemed that every movement she made with her body was provocative, and the wooden chair audibly creaked with her shifting weight. “Not quite.”

Her body looked big, even bigger than normal. The high sleeves of her shirt seemed to be cutting into the chubby flesh of her upper arms; and her thighs, with the way they were spreading out across her chair, looked truly massive. She continued going through her inbox and I backed off and took a drink of my water just to calm my nerves.

“Omigod, this guy says he’ll pay 8,000 dollars if I make a custom video of me just eating cake,” she said in a voice that seemed to purposefully exude haughty boredom.

I leaned forward again. “Really?”

She looked me in the eye. “You do know I have an Onlyfans right?”

Yes I knew she had an Onlyfans, I may have even subscribed to it once or twice, but I somehow didn’t want her to know that. “A what?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s okay. Just might need you to help me film some updates.”

I swallowed. “Ok.”

“It’s whatever.” She rolled her eyes again then took a sip from her frappuccino. “Bridget usually does it, but…” She hesitated for a moment. “Just don’t judge me okay? I do some weird shit on there sometimes, but I do what my fans want and they pay my bills.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said.  “You’ve seen some of the videos I’ve made, who am I to judge anyone?”

I was surprised and amazed at her interest and trust in me. I was so focused on my own career and goals, I wondered if it was my outward portrayal of indifference to what she was doing that drew her to me and made her feel comfortable. I think she was used to guys that fell over themselves just to get within ten feet of her. I may have been good at not showing it, but I had to pinch my arm to convince myself this was all real. This was really my job.

“So what’s up next?” I said.

She downed the rest of her creamy sugary drink. “Next is breakfast, hurry up and get changed so we can go.”

The following day she showed me more of her Onlyfans content. Some of it I had seen before but it was much more interesting with her guiding me through. We were sitting at the table on her back patio as the sun disappeared behind Camelback mountain in the distance. I could tell she was slightly embarrassed at first, but as her pina colada disappeared she became more open.

I have to say her stuff wasn’t all that great, but it was hard to tell if that was because her body was so captivating that it simply left me wanting more, or if there were improvements to be made.

She had her ‘go to’ routines and it was always all about the butt. Slowly slipping off her thong bikini bottoms as she lowered herself beneath the water’s surface in her pool, or just a plain old up close and personal, booty shaking right in front of the camera. It was crazy how much her ass jiggled and wobbled. She really did have a ton of fat on her despite her amazing proportions and well put together visage. It was almost shocking, especially when I considered what she used to look like.

I thought the problem with her Onlyfans was that she was thinking like a woman. She did what she thought men wanted to see from her point of view and it was too much and also not enough at the same time. I thought about that offer of 8,000 dollars for her to eat cake. Now that was something I wanted to see.

“What about this guy’s custom video request?” I said.

“I’ve done a lot of that stuff before.”

“Eating for the camera?”

“Mmhmm.”

I moved my chair closer so I could look at her laptop screen. “Let me see.”

She played me a short video of her sitting on a countertop in a Vegas hotel wearing a neon green thong. She was sticking her butt out (as usual) and eating a big chocolate chip cookie. She was eating like it was an orgasmic experience.

“I don’t know why but guys love that shit,” she said.

‘Yeah, why would any guy want to watch a woman of unworldly beauty with a huge round ass, slowly shoving cookies between her full pouty lips?’ I thought to myself, chuckling at my own sarcasm.

She turned toward me “What?”

My eyes shifted from her to the screen. I cleared my throat and tried to act professional. “Nothing. You need to get rid of the music though.”

“Really, why?”

“When somebody asks for an eating video, they want to hear the sounds of you chewing, they want to see it, really see it. You don’t need all the flashy editing and camera movements.”

She let out a frustrated sigh. “Ok then, why don’t you direct me, that’s your job right?”

We stared at each other for a moment. “Let’s do it.”

She downed the rest of her cocktail, then went to her bedroom to change while I headed inside the house to set up the camera, lighting equipment and to get everything ready. When she came back out she had her hair down and was wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and a matching thong. Her makeup was dark, smokey and exquisite. She was the definition of gorgeous. She lowered herself onto her black leather sofa while I checked the monitor, brought her into focus and did a quick sound check.

“I feel so ridiculous,” she said as she played with her hair, tossing it over her bare shoulder.

I was in total awe and smiled at her. “When someone is paying you this kind of money just to eat, there’s no need to feel ridiculous, you can laugh all the way to the bank.”

“Point taken.”

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the big thick slice of black forest cake I prepared earlier on a golden colored (all her plates and dishes were gold) dish. My heart was racing. It was almost beyond my imagination that I was actually doing this, that she was actually doing this. I handed it to her along with a fork. “Here.”

Her eyes widened. “My god this thing is huge!”

I decided to be bold. “You’ve got to really go for it, trust me, people will go crazy over this, especially if you make it more of a thing.”

She sighed. “Okay but I hate talking to the camera, I suck at it,”

“Then just eat and enjoy it.”

I hit the record button and she dug in. She flashed her eyes at the camera and playfully slid the fork between her lips over and over again. She ate and ate in such a way that made me weak in the knees and I found myself getting lost in her sexiness. Before I knew it the cake was gone. I rushed to the kitchen and cut her another big slice.

“Omigod, are we seriously doing more?” she said, licking a bit of chocolate icing off her surgically enhanced lips.

I shrugged. “8,000 dollars.”

She looked at me inquisitively but she didn’t say anything, and didn’t protest. She went on to eat that entire slice as well, moaning and gasping with sounds of extreme pleasure as each bite disappeared into her sumptuous mouth. I could almost swear that her amazing hips were sinking deeper into the couch cushions by the time she was done, as if she was getting heavier right before my eyes. Just one of her thighs was nearly as big around as her waist, and that was saying something because her waist wasn’t all that small anymore. Her body had no trace of muscle tone, and while her belly was still oddly taught, I guess from the lipo, she had substantial love handles protruding and oozing over the sides of her panties.

Did she even know she was getting really big? Didn’t she realize that consuming sugary carbs and saturated fats in this quantity was only making her bigger? Did she think that just because she got a BBL she could now eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted?  I found it flabbergasting  that I had to work my butt off, dedicate myself fully to lifting weights and adhering to a strict high protein diet, all in hopes of winning a measly 16 grand; and all she had to do was sit on her expanding ass and eat cake while raking in millions of dollars.

“Ok, all done,” she said as she placed the empty gold dish and fork on the coffee table. “How did it look?”

I almost whistled but it was more of me just blowing air out of my mouth in complete astonishment. “It was fucking amazing. I’m sure a lot of guys would pay you a lot of money to see more of that.”

She licked her lips and stared at me. “Yeah, there’s a lot of weirdos out there.” She stood up and rolled her eyes, slightly out of breath from the exertion of rising to her feet. “I’ll go put some clothes on and let you clean up and figure out dinner.”

Dinner? Was she seriously still hungry?

I nodded and closed the monitor on the camera, but my eyes drew up to watch her slowly disappear down the hall. Witnessing Sammy walk away in a thong was like something out of pure fantasy. Her ass was so big and wide it put my heart in my throat and my jaw on the floor. She seemed almost fictitious, like an artist's portrayal of an exaggerated sex goddess, but that was just it. She wasn’t a fantasy, she wasn’t a cartoon character, she was real, she actually existed. I pinched myself.

Chapter 4

“Omigod I look fat,” Sammy said. “I think like the lighting is off or something, I need Bridget.”

I was surprised. Despite the oblivious changes in her body, not once had I heard her mention her weight or anything close to it. Two more weeks had past and we were watching the playback on the try on clothing haul video we were shooting, and Sammy was getting huffy and frustrated. I think she was so used to seeing herself as the perfectly posed, photoshopped queen of instagram that when she got a glimpse of herself unfiltered and in real time, the reality was heavy, pun intended.

“This is perfect three point lighting, you don’t need Bridget,” I said. “Besides, you look amazing.”

We were filming in her bedroom next to her elaborate vanity. In the background of the shot was gold shelving filled with glittery and expensive handbags, all part of Sammy’s excess and luxury schtick. I was telling the truth, she did look amazing, but she was also right in saying she looked fat. Her midsection appeared to get more swollen by the day, and her upper arms were really starting to get puffy and down right wobbly.

“I just hate seeing myself talk in front of the camera.”

“You’re doing fine.” I tried my best to encourage and console her. I looked her in the eye as she leaned in close to me with one hand on my chair. The smell of her flowerbomb perfume was intoxicating. “But don’t think of it as talking in front of the camera, think of it as talking to me.”

She let out a deep irritated sigh and begrudgingly got back into position.

“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” I said after pressing the record button. I stood up so she could look at me when she spoke. She was gorgeous, and stuffed in her skimpy little outfit like a sausage, looking thick and curvy as hell.

“Hey everyone I’m Sammy02k and for today’s IGTV video, I’m going to be trying on Fashion Nova Curve’s biker shorts with a sporty matching top.” She shimmied her body around nervously and tugged on her elastic waistband. “Umm, so it's really sporty and umm, yeah...I love the pattern, it's really cute, and it’s really stretchy and just yeah…it’s nice and highwaisted for kind of a umm, a umm Kim K inspired look…”

She stopped and balled her hands into fists. I could tell she hated this kind of stuff, but it was companies like Savage X Fenty and Fashion Nova that put money in her bank account. If she really didn’t want to do it, she’d have to step up her Onlyfans game.

“It’s okay, no pressure,” I said. “We can do as many takes as we want and I can cut it up and make it seamless.”

“Uhhh, okay.” She paced around for a second. “It’s just...why is this so hard?”

“Pretend the camera isn’t here, it’s just you and me talking.”

She let out a breathy sigh and fanned herself with her hand. “I think I’m just like hungry.”

‘No wonder she’s gaining weight,’ I thought to myself. ‘She seems to be always hungry and always talking about food.’

“One more take and I’ll get you something to eat.”

She glanced at me and a look of determination formed on her face. “Uhhh, okay.”

Suddenly she seemed motivated.

The next morning I was greeted by Sammy in her exercise room, all dressed up in grey yoga pants and a matching crop top.

“I want you to work out with me, or help me work out,” she said “I hated the way I looked in that video.”

“Umm, okay.”

“I need to tone up a little and get back into it. I like weighed myself this morning and did not like the number I saw.” She fluttered her eyelashes haughtily as she spoke. Even when she was asking for help, she still did it in an arrogant way.

“Oh please, you look amazing.”

She rolled her eyes and walked toward the cable tower.

“Okay,” I said after a sigh. “So what do you want to do, what do you want me to help you with?”

She turned around and flung her hair over her shoulder. “I mean I don’t want to be skinny, I am not trying to be skinny, but I think I look best at 210, 220, and right now I’m...a little more than that.”

“Soo...you want me to help you lose weight?”

Her eyes narrowed and she huffed. “Stop asking so many questions. I’ll let you know when I want you to help me. I only workout so I can hold a squat in heels.”

“Ohh...kay.”

I went to the bench and continued with my dumbbell flies, while she began doing leg raises and hip thrusts. It was very distracting. I thought it interesting though, because I knew she used to do all kinds of leg and butt exercises, and I wondered if she had stopped doing that stuff after she got her BBL, figuring she no longer needed it to enhance her rear end. I wondered if that was why and when she had let her weight slip so much over the past year or so, or maybe it was just the coronavirus, who the fuck knows, I don’t pretend to understand women.

“Phewwww...I’m definitely out of shape,” she said in a breathy voice after several minutes.

I dropped my weights on the floor and sat up. “Well, it’s nice to have a home gym, you can always get back into a routine.”

She was now down on a yoga mat, laying on her back. “Here let me...uhhh...omigod.” She struggled to arch her back, with only her hands and feet on the floor.

“That’s hard isn’t it.”

“Fuck I guess.” She was groaning and gasping and eventually collapsed back into a relaxed sitting position. “I used to be able to do that.”

“Yogo is no joke.”

“Yeah.” She sat there for a minute, catching her breath. “What do you want to do for breakfast?”

I raised my eyebrows. “You’re the boss.”

“I’m craving waffles,” she said, fanning herself.

“You want me to go get something, and bring it back here?”

Sammy had a thing about breakfast. She couldn’t eat fruit, a bagel, a bowl of cereal or oatmeal in the morning like a normal person. With her it always had to be fanciful, opulent and luxurious, much like her lifestyle I guess. Pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries, bacon, scrambled eggs with melted cheese, croissants...now those were more her staples.

“Yeah, I think so.” She reached out her hand as if commanding me to help her up. “I’ll take a shower and change,”

‘Not much of a workout,’ I thought to myself.

I rose, grabbed her by the wrists and hoisted her to her feet. She felt even heavier than I expected. We stood face to face, so close that I could almost feel my attraction toward her pulling me like a magnet. “Okay,” I said.

We locked eyes briefly and then I turned to leave and do her bidding.

“And Keith?”

I turned around. “Yeah?”

“Get me a venti caramel frappuccino too.”

Fucking Sammy, always with the frappuccions. Her expanding body was really no mystery, the amount of empty calories she consumed in Starbucks drinks alone was enough to make anyone fat. “You got it.”

I had half expected her to give up, but the next day she was back in the exercise room, ready to go. This time she hopped on the treadmill and started walking on an incline.

“How many calories do you think this will burn?” she said.

“It would take a while if you're just walking. You can run, get your heart rate up.”

She turned to me and scowled. “I am not a runner,”

I came closer. “What do you want to do? How do you want me to train you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, but if I run you can’t judge me.”

I grinned a little. “Hey, you’re the boss, you’re the queen, I’m only here to support you with whatever you need.”

She smiled then turned her attention back to the treadmill. She increased the speed and slowly went from a brisk walk to a jog. She sounded heavy and clunky. It was obvious that her body wasn’t designed to be carrying around so much weight and she wobbled and moved with a less than graceful lumbering type of motion, the fabric of her pink capri leggings straining to contain the sheer massiveness of her ass and thighs. She was breathing heavily in no time.

“Ok,” she said with a pained look on her face as she turned to me. She suddenly winced. “Ooohh, fuck! Shit!”

She hopped on one foot for a second and hit the stop button.

I jolted toward her. “What?”

“Fuck,” she gasped in extreme discomfort. She slowed to a walk, and put her hands just above her butt. “My ankle, and my back.”

“Okay, you’re okay,” I said in a calming voice. “Come on, let me help you.”

I took her by the hand and she stepped off the treadmill. She was standing gingerly and trying not to put any weight on her right foot.

Her nose scrunched and her face was looking flush. “Fuck I think I twisted it.”

Chapter 5

“Yeah, I’ll just be helping her, I’m her support,” I said to the nurse.

I rolled Sammy forward in the wheelchair. I somehow doubted it, but being the way she was, Sammy said she needed it, and I got the feeling she liked the idea of me wheeling her around like a queen. I pushed her down the linoleum floored hallway toward the doctor’s office. She even felt heavy to push, but we went along, following the nurse until she stopped.

“Can you put any weight on it at all?” the nurse said.

Sammy looked up. “Like a little.”

The nurse’s eyes narrowed. She seemed to disapprove of Sammy somehow. “Okay, I’m going to have you step on the scale.”

Sammy glanced at me and her face softened timidly a little, if only for a second. She was dressed to impress as always, wearing fatigue pattern leggings and a matching top that looked more like a sports bra. Her billowing and thickening midsection was exposed, and I don’t need to tell you how her hips filled out the seat of that wheelchair.

“Is that necessary?” I said as if I was protecting Sammy like she was a diva and I was her bodyguard.

“Yes, if we need to put her in a boot, then we’ll need to get an accurate weight.”

Sammy sighed and rolled her eyes. I hooked my arm under her’s and helped her up. She walked uneasily toward the scale.

Sammy stood with her shoulders back and her head held high as the nurse slid the dials around.

“250...251,” the nurse said, writing it down in her booklet.

I was shocked. I’ve known bodybuilders on steroids, with massive chests and arms, guys that could bench press 500 pounds that weighed less than that. Sammy’s ass however, was so huge that I suppose I could see how she was able to carry so much weight and still have a body that was shaped like a figure eight. Her hips curved sharply into her waist and her waist curved sharply into love handles as her skintight pants were beginning to cause a muffin top effect.

Sammy didn’t blink, she just maintained that stoic, expressionless and prissy look on her face, or maybe it was just all those lip augmentations and heavy makeup that made it seem so.

The doctor later explained that Sammy had a slight ankle sprain as well as minor shin splints. The shin splints were most likely caused from wearing high heels and the muscles in her ankles not being strong enough to support her weight. The doctor didn’t say that exactly but that was the conclusion I took. They put her in a walking boot for four to six weeks and she was ordered to take it easy for a while.

Despite the new boot, I still wheeled Sammy out of there all the way down to the parking lot and helped her into the car.

Chapter 6

I knew this had the potential to be a recipe for disaster. The worst thing that could happen to a vain girl who is trying to exercise to lose weight, a girl who refuses to diet, is for her to be ordered to stay off her feet for a while.

We didn’t do much for her Instagram during the next few weeks, and Sammy didn’t do much of anything.

She showered every morning on her own, but after that she pretty much did nothing but sit on her ass in front of the TV. I did the Starbucks runs, I brought her breakfast, I brought her lunch, and I helped her to her feet almost every time she needed to use the restroom, seriously I actually did all that stuff.

Meanwhile I was also preparing hard for my show, working out and lifting every chance I got. I think that catering to Sammy’s every need actually helped me get my bodyfat percentage well into the single digits, just from constantly moving around all the time, so that by a few days before my competition I was so shredded that every muscle in my body popped with definition and separation.

I had to fly down to Mexico City for the show so Sammy was without my help for a while, but she had Bridget and her friend Steph around a lot, and she wished me good luck and sent me on my way.

When I returned a few days later, victorious, Sammy seemed pleased, but not that impressed. Although I think she liked the fact that I won more than she let on. I wonder what she would have done if I lost, would she even associate herself with a loser?

She said she wanted to do a photo shoot, with me and her together. Like she wanted to show herself with her arm around one of the most physically sculpted men on the planet for her Instagram, but not until her ankle was healed and she could pose properly and confidently.

By the time that happened and the boot came off however, Sammy’s body had noticeably changed. It’s amazing what an entire month of doing nothing but sitting and eating can do to a woman’s figure, and incredibly amazing when that woman was Sammy.

If she was 251 pounds when she was at the doctor’s office then I would bet my life she was a good twenty pounds heavier now. Seriously….twenty pounds, and yes that meant she had to be in the 270 pound range. Boggles the mind doesn’t it?

When you think about 270 pounds it sounds truly massive, and I suppose it is, but 20 pounds isn’t really as much as most people think. Some people can gain twenty pounds in the blink of an eye, and I guess Sammy was one of those.

Bridget was doing Sammy’s hair and makeup as she sat in front of her vanity, getting ready. She was wearing an incredibly skimpy off-white bikini. Her thighs looked absolutely gigantic and her legs had gotten so thick that the bones in her knees had disappeared completely. Everything about her was big. Even her stomach, (although still somehow mostly flat) had developed a deep set belly button that was encased with so much fat it looked like a tiny vertical slit.

When she was all done and ready, she walked out to join me by the pool. She was barefoot and I was struck that she looked shorter than I remembered. I mean, 5 foot 7 is actually pretty tall for a girl, but it was just that Sammy had become so wide that it gave her the appearance of having lost some of her height.

She was a tank. Her legs were like tree trunks, broad and chunky all the way down to her ankles. As she turned around I noticed that she had developed a little cellulite on the back of her wobbly thighs as well as thick rolls of back fat in her lower waist and where her bikini top sunk and dug into her soft tan skin a few inches below her armpits.

Standing next to her up close and personal, with her dressed the way she was, gave me a whole new perspective of just how huge she actually was. She was significantly bigger than me, even the circumference of her chubby arms might have been larger than my biceps that took ten years to build up.

She knew how to pose and as soon as Briget was ready to shoot, Sammy threw her shoulders back, sucked in her stomach and placed a hand on her hip. She had her right foot between my feet and the nakedness of her leg was brushing lightly against me. It occurred to me that it might make for an interesting shot if I was pitching a tent in my swim trunks and it was a wonder that I wasn’t.

Afterwards I was able to catch Bridget alone for a moment, as Sammy went to her room to change. She was sitting behind her laptop at the outdoor table looking wide eyed and stressed.

“You alright?” I said.

She squinted. “This is going to be some tricky photoshopping.”

I came around so I could see her screen. Never had there been a woman who looked so good in a bikini at 270 pounds. Sammy could pull it off somehow. Her breasts were still on the smaller side but it didn’t fucking matter, the rest of her was so big and round and voluptouous that she would snap the neck of any red blooded hederosexual male who happened to lay eyes on her.

I pried my gaze away from the computer and looked at Bridget. “Does Sammy even care about that at this point?”

“She always cares.”

“I wonder why she doesn’t just embrace it, go for the whole body positively stuff that’s going on these days.”

Bridget rolled her eyes. “That’s not her style.”

I shrugged and glanced at the screen again. We talked for a while longer and then I said, “I don’t know, I bet her instagram is going to blow up with some of these shots, whichever one you end up choosing.”

“Oh it will.”

Just then Sammy stepped out through the sliding glass doors. She was now wearing a stretchy brown dress that looked painted on. “How are they?” she said.

“There’s definitely some fucking show stoppers in here,” Bridget said. “And Keith looks cut as fuck.”

Sammy bent over to get a closer look, her hips spreading wide and her ass sticking out in the air behind her like it was inflated with helium. “Shine on them hoes, let em know that I run shit,” she said with an arrogant smirk.

“Mmm, I like that,” Bridget said as she began typing.

Sammy stood back up and smiled in a way that brought out her developing double chin. “Me too. Okay so what do you guys want to do for dinner?”

Chapter 7

“Omigod I can’t stop eating,” Sammy said. She pushed the pizza box toward me. “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me.”

I gazed into her eyes. “I don’t think there’s a lot wrong with you when 3.7 million people are following you on Instagram.

She stood up and revealed herself in her tight black leggings. ‘Baby Girl’ was spelled out in all caps across her ever expanding ass.

She stretched out her jiggly arms and yawned. “Everybody keeps comparing me with Kim K, you know because of the tiny waist and big butt.”

My heart skipped a beat. She was clearly still in denial. She may have had a huge ass but she certainly didn’t have a tiny waist anymore, and I’m sure she outweighed Mrs. Kardashian-West by well over 100 pounds, probably more. Another month had passed, and looking at Sammy now, it was clear she was still gaining weight and my estimation of 270 pounds was starting to seem like a distant memory.  “You’re way more beautiful than she is,” I said.

She turned toward me. “Well, my butt is definitely bigger than her’s, these days anyway.” She placed her hands on the kitchen table, leaned forward and stared at me seductively. “Do you think I’m getting too big?”

“No, I think you look incredible.” I cleared my throat and tried not to look at her deepening cleavage. Then the words slipped out. “You keep me up at night.”

Her lips formed a slight smile. “Good, but if you think I’m too much for you...go find less.”

I rose to my feet and walked around the table. “You like being treated like a queen don’t you.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

I stepped forward so that our feet were nearly touching. She had such little feet for being such a big girl. “A queen eats what she wants,” I said.

She batted her long eyelashes. “Well, I don’t eat to live, I live to eat.”

I was in complete awe of this woman. The things she said and things she did mesmerized and fascinated me. She had been steadily getting bigger since I started working for her, but she almost never mentioned her weight, or how much she loved food. To hear her talking about it now made me wonder if she was beginning to accept herself as a larger girl, but it was hard to tell. Sammy always masked her shyness with such bitchy arrogance and she very seldom put herself in a position to be vulnerable, or admit any weakness.

“That’s good, especially considering the requests you’ve been getting on your Onlyfans,” I said.

She lowered her chin with a smile and tossed her hair over her puffy, rounded shoulder. “Do you want to shoot a video tonight?”

“I always want to make a video with you.”

“Good answer,” she said. “I like eating in front of you.”

Wow. I was so turned on I was almost in shock. Where the hell was this going?

“If people are paying me this kind of money, then you can’t judge me.”

Sammy was sitting on the granite kitchen counter. She was wearing a pink thong and a pink camisole. Next to her was a box of Dunkin Donuts.

“That’s exactly right, you just keep laughing all the way to the bank,” I said.

Sammy let out a pompous sigh and arched her back in the most provocative way imaginable. She glanced at the donuts. “God, my butt isn’t going to get any smaller if I keep doing this.”

I focused the camera on her naked thighs. They were so wide that I had trouble keeping them in frame. They had become the thighs of a morbidly obese woman. They were fighting for space between themselves, pushed against each other like rising dough and the area where they folded into her hips looked like pure blubber.

“That’s only going to make the people want more of you,” I said.

Sammy looked up at me. “When you say people, do you mean you?”

I stopped for a moment. “I include myself with them, yes.”

“You know how to treat a woman right,” she said. She bit her inflated lower lip for a moment and gazed at me pensively.  “I like that about you. I also like your sexy abs.”

Still holding the camera I dropped my arms to my sides and smiled. “Not as much as I love your sexy ass.”

“Finally you confess.”

“It wasn’t a secret.”

“No it wasn’t.” She fluttered her lashes. “It was the worst kept secret of all time.”

I leaned forward and kissed the bare skin of her thigh, then I slowly looked up at her.

Her mouth tightened with delight and she slowly exhaled.

I wanted to ravage her. I wanted more than anything to throw the camera away and pounce on her, kiss her all over, squeeze her enormous ass and flatten her right there on the counter.

She seemed to sense the building intensity of my arousal.

“Relax Keith, let’s do this video, I’m actually looking forward to eating these donuts.”

“Are you going to eat all of them?”

She paused for a moment and looked at me blankly. The prissy, bitchy look returned to her face. “Just be sure to capture everything.”

Chapter 8

I was amazed that she did indeed eat the entire box of donuts. All twelve of them went into her mouth and would no doubt show up later with newfound poundage to her already oversized butt. She was so full and bloated once the video was over, and I poured her a shot of Hennessy to relax her stomach and she accepted.

We stared at each other in a blissful daze for a moment until I lunged forward and kissed her full, wet, sugar coated lips. I slid her forward and helped her off the countertop. Her body was heavy, soft and squishy to the touch. She flung her hefty arms in the air and I striped off her pink camisole without hesitation.

She pressed herself into me. Her belly was really starting to get soft and she was so full that it protruded out in front of her further than her boobs. I kissed her again. I squeezed her pillowy upper arms and I grabbed the rolls of fat in her back. I clasped her ass with both hands and struggled to feel every inch of her massiveness with my lusty fingers. No matter how much I groped and squeezed I couldn’t seem to get enough. Her ass was just so monumentally huge, it was like there was too much to explore and despite the size of my hands they were not big enough to do the job the way I wanted.

She began peeling off my shirt. I finished and tossed it aside. I took her by her fat forearm and pulled her lumbering, hefty, jiggling body down the hall. She stopped me.

“No, this way,” she said.

We turned and headed into her huge master bedroom. Now she was leading me, now she was in charge. We tumbled onto her California King sized bed and I let her immense weight collapse on top of me. There was so much of her to grab it was as if my hands couldn’t decide where to go. There was her mountain of an ass, her plush succulent love handles, her thunderous thighs and her thick, chunky arms. I squeezed and shook and kissed every inch of her and she tried to do the same to me, although my body did not shake the way her’s did. I pushed her on her back, quickly removed my pants and underwear then grabbed both sides of her thong and slid it off and down her inflated thighs.

“Eat me,” she said.

I didn’t hesitate and my head dove between her legs as she spread them wide open. I licked circles around her wetness and my hands went to her belly and squeezed as she began moaning with rapturous fervor.

I was surprised and delighted that although her belly was still somewhat tightly packed, there was a great deal of fat to hold onto, especially in the sides of her waist. The bulging blubber of her thighs pressed into my temples and cheeks and she was so soft it almost felt like a massage. I pushed my tongue inside of her, gently bit down, released and repeated as I listened to the sounds of her squealing, panting and gasping with extreme and wild feminie pleasure.  I ate her until she came and then, still moaning and gasping, she slipped a condom on my rock hard manhood and I fucked her until she came again. She was sweating and very short on breath but she had a look of pure bliss on her beautiful, yet flush face. I kissed her once more on the lips, knowing that things would never be the same from here on out.

Chapter 9

If Sammy was pompous and stuck up before we made love, she became intolerable afterwards, but in a way that delighted me. I didn’t think it was possible but she somehow became more queen-like, and I waited on her hand and foot like a servant.

I found it interesting that while she had technically been just my employer before, now she was my employer and my lover, and make no mistake, she was most definitely still my boss. A woman is her man’s boss anyway, so now she was my superior from two different angles. She called the shots, but I knew that whatever power I had, she still held more pull over me than I did her.

Not that I minded any of that, in fact I enjoyed it. It seemed to me that ever since she hurt her ankle, her ways had shifted more sedentary and her lifestyle had become even more self indulgent and she had continued to pile on the pounds.

We were eating lunch together on the couch. Another doordash order of Mexican food. Take out or delivery had become the norm, three times per day, almost everyday.

Sammy finished chewing and let out a breathy sigh. “I should probably go on a diet soon, but I really don’t want to yet.”

My ears perked up. I put my styrofoam tray of half eaten food on the coffee table and turned toward her. I knew she was right. Wearing her one hundred dollar bill pattern leggings and a black crop top that was clearly several sizes too small, she looked so beyond curvy that I had trouble believing my eyes. It had been months since we’d let our feelings towards each other come out, and if she was in the 280 pound range then, now she had to be well over 300. Her body continued to accumulate fat somewhat unusually, but it was fascinating and extremely attractive. The great myth about getting a surgical procedure like a BBL, is that because they perform liposuction on your waist and put the sucked out blubber back in your butt, it will be impossible to gain weight again in the area that the fat cells were removed. This belief is not entirely accurate. I didn’t need scientific evidence to know it either, just one look at Sammy and it was clear it wasn’t the case. It is true that a person is more likely to put on weight in other areas first, but if you let your weight go after surgery, eventually you will gain fat, even in the area you got the lipo.

Sammy’s arms had become very large. Her upper arms especially, but even all the way down there was so much fat that there was a crease where her wrist met her hand. She had developed more mass around her waist as well. Still not as much in her admittedly swollen belly, (compared to other areas) which now had a firm yet bloated look, but more so in her sides, where there were rolls thick enough to fill up my hand if I were to grab one of her love handles. Of course she did maintain her extreme feminie shape, and she did still have a waist, but that was only because her ass and her hips had gotten so big that she filled out the entire couch cushion when she sat up straight.

I kissed the flabby bare skin of her upper arm as she shoveled food into her mouth. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I said reassuringly.

“God, you (munch, chew) make me so lazy.”

“Why shouldn’t you be lazy?” I peered up at the side of her face as she continued to plow into her chicken enchiladas, rice, and refried beans. I could see that she had nearly polished off the entire heavy meal already. She seemed to eat like a machine nowadays. “Look at how much money you earned, you’ve basically created a million dollar business based solely on yourself, you deserve to be lazy.”

She swallowed and put her plastic fork down in her now empty tray and put it on the coffee table. She placed her hand on her thigh in her curled up position and shifted her weight toward the back of the sofa. “Uhhh...I’m starting to get a little chunky, but I swear the bigger my butt gets the more popular I get.” She spoke haughtily with her nose in the air. Her eyes went to mine and flashed a very subtle smirk, almost as if she was both proud and ashamed at the same time while she awaited my approval.

I stood up, smiled, then leaned forward and kissed her arm again. The flesh just below her softened shoulder now seemed as big as my head. “And the more you drive me crazy.”

“Stop it.” She pushed me away playfully. I took her garbage and headed to the kitchen to dispose of it.

“Did you get anything else to snack on?” she said in a sexy, breathy voice. “I want to get this spice out of my mouth.”

My ears perked up again as I threw the trash in the bin. “There’s cheesecake.”

Still planted firmly on the sofa she said: “Bring me a slice.”

I looked out at her from across the room. She was serious and expressionless, but I was finding it amazing that she would actually want more food after such a big mid-day meal. I had only eaten half of mine and I felt lethargic and bloated. She had eaten everything and she still demanded something as rich and calorie laden as cheesecake, but I knew better than to question Sammy when she wanted food. I cut her a big slice and brought it to her, acting like the humble servant I was.

“Let’s have (chew) another pool party soon,” she said after a bite of cake. “Not a ton of people.”

She looked so delicious with the way she was so lazily perched on the couch, her fat body quivering as she shoved more empty calories between her fat lips. I put my arms around her soft waist and pulled myself close. “Come here first.”

“Stop it,” she said. “Let me eat first.”

Chapter 10

Sammy’s weight gain progression was unbelievable to me. I’d always wondered how big she’d get, but to see her actually eat herself to over 300 pounds made me feel like I was living in some sort of fantasy world. Bridget and I had to work extra hard on the photo shopping for her IG account, but we also resorted to doing a lot of reposts of her in her slightly slimmer days just to save face. Sometimes I wondered if what we did was wrong. We were completely manipulating people’s perception of what Sammy really looked like. The big issues came from Youtube. A video can be well lit and shot with flattering angles, but it cannot be photoshopped the way a still image can and I think the stark contrast of Sammy’s appearances in videos compared to her photos, caused a lot of backlash and confusion amongst the world of the internet.

I was sipping coffee at the kitchen table early one morning, scrolling through the comment section of one of Sammy’s latest videos. I suppose what I read was predictable.

‘This is sad. She’s obsese. Her heart won’t make it past 40. This isn’t body shaming. It should be a wake up call to lose weight and get your BMI within normal range.’

‘Girl in video "I hate fat shaming "Also girl in video "I'm going to Facetune my photos to be 12 sizes smaller than I am in real life"....??? Yes, you fit right in with the Kardashians.’

‘There's a fine line between confidence and overconfidence…’

‘She is delusional and in denial.  Learn to love who you are!’

‘Her pictures are heavily edited like bro you're double the size in real life.’

‘Kim K on donuts.’

‘Shes beautiful!! what really bothers me is, if you are proud of the way you look, why edit 50 plus pounds off in your pictures. Come on now you look amazing just the way you are dont over edit your pics like that.’

There were a lot worse ones too, but even so it was hard to argue with any of them. Part of the problem I think was Sammy’s ego. She would always talk about how she didn’t want to be skinny, but based on the way she demanded herself be presented to the world and the images of herself altered, I don’t think she wanted to be fat either. However, she had already developed a persona of a girl who didn’t need to diet, a girl who was proud of her curves, and to admit that she needed to make some changes in her ever more indulgent habits, would go against what she stood for.

“Where’s breakfast?”

My head shot up from my computer and saw that Sammy had just jiggled and wobbled into the kitchen. She was exploding out of pink boyshort pajama bottoms and a matching camisole, looking as thick as ever. On second thought, she looked more than thick, she looked, well, fat.

“Just about to make waffles now,” I said. I closed my laptop and sprang to my feet. I checked my phone. “Hold on, looks like the Doordash just got here, I’ll be right back.”

I hustled to the front door and grabbed the caramel frappuccino and Starbucks bag that was left on the mat and brought it back inside. I handed Sammy her drink as she sat down and I placed the bag of treats on the table in front of her. Her hips and thighs made her chair look like it was designed for a child, and I could hear its wooden joints screaming for mercy beneath her shifting weight, as if the thing was a fart away from collapsing into splinters. I peeled my eyes from the alluring exposed skin of her legs, pulled the waffle iron out from the cupboard and focused my attention on making breakfast...well, making a second breakfast really, if I counted the Starbucks.

“What do you think I should wear tonight?” Sammy said after a long sip from her drink.

I cracked an egg into a bowl and looked her way. I shrugged. “Depends if you want to go in the hot tub I guess.”

“I doubt I will.”

“Then you should wear a dress.”

“Yeah, something tight,” she said arrogantly as she investigated her Starbucks bag and pulled out the bacon gouda and egg sandwich. She unwrapped it and wiggled her hips in her seat. “I swear it’s like the bigger my ass gets, the sexier I feel.”

I watched as she took a big bite. “And the more you drive me crazy.” This was venturing into insane territory. There I was making her waffles while she was diving into a substantial and high fat, high calorie fast food breakfast that would be an indulgent weekend meal for most people, but for her had become a daily routine.

She finished chewing and gave me a sexy stare. “We’ll just have to see if you can handle me.”

I stirred the now thick creamy waffle batter with a whisk. “Oh I can handle you.”

“Then next time don’t make me wait for my waffles.” She arched her back and took another big bite of her sandwich. I looked back at her in awe and disbelief.

Sammy touched up her makeup in front of her vanity. Her milky tan skin glowed and her body oozed sexiness. Instead of the dress that I suggested, she was wearing tight maroon drawstring leggings and a skimpy matching camisole that didn’t go much lower than her growing boobs and she looked every bit the show stopper that she was. She also looked enormous. With proportions as monumental as her’s, weight can sometimes be deceiving, but seeing her up close it became clear how big she truly was. Make no mistake, she carried a lot of fat, and a lot of weight on her body. 300 pounds is 300 pounds, no matter how curvy or how much of an hourglass figure you have.  Just one of her ass cheeks was wider than the entirety of most women’s hips, and together they could fill up a doorway.

She finished up and reached out her hands so that I could help her up. I wondered if she did this because it made her feel like a queen or if the effort of rising to her feet under her own power was becoming too much of a struggle. Once standing, I looked her over. Her leggings were high, stopping just below her belly button which was now encased and surrounded by so much fat that it was nothing more than a bottomless tiny crevice. Despite the high-waisted design of the pants, they couldn’t hide a developing fupa and girthy lower tummy. Her belly was really getting round, billowing out in a large curve that seemed to push her medium sized boobs off to the sides as it bulged out in front of her like it was over-inflated with air and ready to pop.

“How do I look?” she said in a breathy voice.

It was a hell of a question. She looked like a Barbie doll swelling out in all the right places like she was blown up from bicycle pumps. She looked like some kind of fantasy woman that had suddenly added 50 pounds of fat in each butt cheek and another 50 in each one of her floor shaking thighs.  “Um, amazing, incredible, stunning beyond belief.”

Her puffed up lips and heavily made up face seemed to attempt to express happiness. “Ooo, good answer.” she said.

I wrapped my arms all the way around her wideness and pulled her close. I cupped her ass with both hands and squeezed while she let out a breathy gasp of delight. I inspected her gigantic overfilled cheeks. There was so much surface area that my hands seemed lost. It was a journey from the sides of her hips down to the creases of her upper thighs to the small of her back. Her ass was so big that it seemed I could spend an hour fondling it and still leave vast areas unexplored.

“I’m ready for my pre-funk, how bout you?” she said.

I gently kissed her neck. “I’m ready to rip these clothes off and devour you whole.”

“Patience bae,” she said in a whisper. “You can take advantage of me later tonight if you’re a good boy.”

“Oh but I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to.” She pushed me away and bumped me with her soft hips. “I’m hungry.”

People came to the house in droves. Some of them I knew, some of them I didn’t. I wasn’t sure how how it happened or where the connection came from but fucking Charles Barkely, the former Phoenix Suns basketball star, showed up with his entourage of hangarounds. It was amazing the number of high profile guys that put a chance to see Sammyy02k in person at the top of their priority list, and it made me feel pretty surreal that she was with me. I was the one who lived with her and I was the one who slept with her every night and spooned her monstrous ass, while all the rest of these guys could do nothing more than dream about it.

“I’m craving a funfetti cupcake,” Sammy said as we sat on the back patio while drunk models and drooling guys splashed and frolicked in the pool behind us. It was getting late and the excesses of marijuana and cognac had been taking their effect for hours.

“God, don’t tempt me. I still need to get back in the gym and lose the like ten pounds I've gained in the past month,” Sammy’s friend Steph said with an exaggerated eye roll.

“You still go to the gym Sammy?” another friend and IG influencer named Danni said.

I could see the way Danni was looking at my girlfriend. It was the same look that I had seen from many people throughout the night. It was that wide-eyed stare of shock addressing the elephant in the room that was Sammy’s extreme weight gain.

“Sometimes,” Sammy said haughtily as she brushed her long ponytail over the exposed skin of her shoulder. “But I usually just just sit on the leg curl machine, relax and watch Keith do the work and try not to fall asleep.”

Steph laughed hysterically. “Omigod, you’re the best.”

“I thought you worked out all the time,” Danni said.

Sammy fluttered her long eyelashes with no expression on her face. “I used to. I’m like over it now.”

Danni smiled and passed the blunt to her left. “You are my hero.”

Sammy made a face. “Uhh, being skinny is overrated.” She reclined deeper into her seat that seemed to be grossly undersized. She fanned herself with her hand and coughed a few times. “I like food too much.”

I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed long and slow. It was all too good to be true. The way Sammy was speaking, the words she was saying and the way she looked. I had no idea that I could be so attracted to such a big girl, a girl who was fucking...let’s be honest, clinically obses at this point. In the past I would have thought that if my girlfriend ever got that big I would drop her like a bad habit or at least try to get her to stop eating and lose weight, but that wasn’t how I felt at all. Instead it was the complete opposite. I don’t know if it was because Sammy was such a hottie and so goddamn beautiful or what, but I found myself getting very aroused just thinking about her continuing to get bigger. She had already come so far, but she showed no signs of slowing down. I couldn’t help but wonder how big she would get, and I couldn’t help wanting it, more than anything I had ever wanted in my fucking life.

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….or several queens. “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 dreamily. “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. As I said before, I knew better, 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.

Chapter 12

Being a servant to my queen was not something I could complain about, because I mostly loved every second of it, but I was beginning to feel the urge for physical competition once again. Instead of another bodybuilding event I had gotten it in my head that I wanted to test myself in an Ironman race. I trained my ass off and after performing in a few events I qualified for the Kona world championships. Sammy was supportive and all for an excuse to vacation in Hawaii in the late spring while I tried to stretch the limits of the human body.

I suppose Sammy was kind of stretching the limits of the body as well, but in a completely different way. Unbeknownst to her, she seemed to be testing the size constraints of the first class seats of Alaska Airlines with how huge her ass was getting. And when I say her ass was getting huge, I mean...HUGE.

I should back up a little. In the months leading up to my Hawaian triathlon, Sammy’s weight had gotten completely out of control and she had sunk into new depths of denial in regards to her rapidly expanding size.

I would wake up early and run for several miles every morning while she would sleep until at least 11. After my run I would order her Starbucks via doordash, and also make her breakfast, usually waffles with bacon, sometimes crepes with eggs, prosciutto and lots of cheese. She would have lunch around 2 pm, typically another high calorie doordash meal from a local fast food joint and then we’d either go out for dinner or order in. Again usually very high calorie meals, pizza, pasta, Mexican, Chinese, or Thai, depending on how she was feeling. On top of all that she was snacking throughout the day and was having decadent desserts every evening, cake and ice cream, cookies, brownies, among other things. The amount of calories she was consuming in the form of fats and sugars on a weekly basis was staggering to me, but Sammy didn’t bat an eye. She seemed to normalize her eating habits, and the bigger her ass got, the more she seemed inclined to show it off.

By the time we left for Hawaii, I noticed that our (from my perspective) rather leisure and short walk to the gate had left Sammy quite winded and out of breath. Not only had she gotten fat, but she had also become quite out of shape. I also noticed the stares. Sammy in her leopard print high waisted leggings and her skimpy grey camisole, turned the heads of every bro, nerd, teenage boy, and old man in the whole goddamn airport and I honestly couldn’t blame them. I'm sure they had never seen a shaplier, more voluptuous woman with an ass big enough to block out the sun in their comparatively pathetic lives. I knew what I had, and I knew I was walking with a famous person. 4 million followers online will certainly produce a few stalkers in the real world. The funny thing was though, none of her IG minions would have recognized her if they saw her in person. Her overweight and even obese appearance resembled little from the way she presented herself online.

“Go buy me (pant) some chips, and maybe something sweet as well,” she said. She had squeezed her hips into the seat in the waiting area at our gate and she was fanning herself with her hand like she had just crossed the desert on foot. “Oh and (pant, gasp) also a frappuccino.”

I set her carry-on luggage down and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

She looked like such a beautiful fatass with the way she was exploding out of that seat, struggling to catch her breath. I know it sounds crazy, but it wasn’t until that moment that I realized that Sammy was no longer just a full-figured woman, but instead had crossed right over into morbidly obese territory.

She had become so broad that her hips barely fit through the aisle of the Airbus 220, and her ass was a tight squeeze in even her first class seat as I mentioned earlier. She plopped her butt down with such force that it seemed she was either going to fit or break the armrests off with her opulent girth in the process. It was amazing just how much wider she looked when she sat down, with the excessive fat of her thighs and hips expanding with gravity and the weight of the rest of her overfed body pressing down on herself. I made a mental note that we may need to purchase an extra seat, just for her ass, in the future.

When we arrived at the resort Sammy was exhausted. I ordered room service and she ate with abandon, like it was her first meal in days. She quickly moved on to champagne and dessert, but I declined to join her, as I had one of the hardest athletic events known to man early the following morning.

I was gone before the crack of dawn. Sammy slept in and promised to take a lift later to watch me cross the finish line on the beach. I swam, I cycled, and I ran like a man possessed and I actually did quite well, considering my inexperience. I could see my girl sitting in a foldable lounge chair on the beach as I entered the final stretch. She was sipping an icy tropical drink and eating malasadas, and I pumped my weary arms with newfound vigor, sprinting like a madman to the end.

I downed cup after cup of gatorade and water and ate a few candy bars before I clumsily toddled my way to my beauty queen on the beach. I noticed a lot of other people in the race had their significant others there to greet them. A lot of the men that finished with me had athletic girlfriends who looked like they could’ve joined in the race as well if they wanted to. They all seemed to have tight little asses and even tighter waists, and they bounced and jumped with the expected celebrations of the finish line. Sammy was different though, she hadn’t even managed to get up, and I knew her ass had to be at least three times bigger than most of the other girls. I watched as she set her drink down and struggled to get herself to her feet. Wearing a flower pattern thong bikini, she looked beyond stunning.  Her thighs were so big and fat that they seemed to be enveloping her disappearing knees, and the bottoms of her swimsuit cut deep into the soft flesh high above her massive wrecking ball hips. Her belly now protruded out in front of her, looking overinflated and grossly swollen, but still not as flabby as one might guess for a woman of her size. She was several inches shorter than me, but I was struck, and it seemed to dawn on me for the first time that she was more than twice as wide as I was.

“Omigod good job, you like, did it,” she said in a breathy voice as she took a few steps toward me.

My knees and calves ached as I walked in the deep white sand, and my lungs still felt as though they were on fire. My body seemed drained completely of energy and strength. “Hardest fucking thing i’ve ever done in my life.”

She wrapped her massive jiggling arms around my shoulders and neck, and I could feel the softness of her huge belly pressing into the fabric of my loose tank top. “Second biggest accomplishment of your life.”

I looked into her beautiful eyes, her eyes that seemed to be narrowing slightly from the excess fat that had found its way to her face over the past couple years. “What’s the first?”

She flashed me a sexy smirk. “Convincing me to be your girlfriend.”

My gaze darted up and down, taking in the stunning half-naked goddess before me. “I think you’re right about that.”

She smiled and turned around to make her way back to her resort provided beach throne. Her hair hung down her back and fell all the way to her butt crack. Her ass was giant and block-like, each cheek the size of a beach ball and each now covered in a smattering of cottage cheese-like dimples. Her love handles rolled over her bikini bottoms and folded into thick crumpled creases of ample backfat that shook and wobbled like pudding as she moved.  “Omigod it’s so hard to walk in this sand, I need to get off my feet,” she said with a turn of her head.

I raised my brows. “You need to get off your feet, how do you think I feel?”

She bent over and gave me a show of her elephantine ass as it spread out even wider with her hip flaring contortion as she attempted to sit down. Despite the incredible mass of her thighs they were no longer strong enough to lower her weight with anything close to grace and her monstrous butt pummelled its way down to her seat with such force that the damn thing broke apart and collapsed on impact.

“Ohhh, whoa...fuck!” she said in an exasperated voice as her ass hit the sand and she rolled uncontrollably onto her back. “Fucking shit!”

Despite how exhausted I was, I sprang to her attention. “You okay?”

I stood over her, she was laying flat with her toes wiggling helplessly in the air. “What the fuck?” She looked up at me with worried eyes. “Piece of shit!”

“Come on.” I held out my hands and with some strain, helped her to her feet. Her sheepish and flustered expression quickly turned back to her usual arrogant and imperious look. “Wanna head back to the room?” I said. I was so low on calories my body felt as though it was eating itself. I was going in and out of dizzy spells, probably only staying conscious because of the searing pain in my shins.

“Omigod did you bring me a Snickers?”

I looked down at my shorts pocket, forgetting I hadn’t yet eaten my second candy bar.

I grabbed it and held it in my hand. “I ummm…”

Sammy caught her breath for a moment and took the Snickers. “Thanks bae.” She opened it and quickly started eating. “But yeah, (munch, chew) let’s go back to the room, I’m fucking (chew) starving.”

Chapter 13

I don’t remember the exact day, but at a certain point I began to get a little concerned with Sammy’s eating habits and ever increasing size. Don’t get me wrong, I was very attracted to her body and I had grown to love her expanding curves but I found myself wondering, how much is too much? Despite the harshness of the internet comments I knew there was a certain truth to the fact that my girlfriend’s weight was not healthy.

I always thought that it would eventually just work itself out naturally. Sammy would get back in the gym when she felt that she needed to and would make sensible food choices as she saw fit for her body. However, that never seemed to happen, and on the contrary she appeared to be sinking deeper into dangerous and gluttonous habits that I knew would be harder and harder for her to break as time went on. But what could I do? Yes we were lovers but she was still also paying me as her assistant, and assistants do what their bosses tell them. What’s more is that she was getting loads of positive feedback, mostly in the form of money from high paying fans, that her bigger ass and bigger body was hotter than ever. Also the body positive community was starting to catch on, and they did nothing but praise Sammy’s confidence and her bad bitch persona.

“Can you go grab me another one of these muffins please?” Sammy said.

I looked down at her in her curled up position on the sofa. She held a small plate in her lap, which was empty aside from two oversized muffin cup wrappers. “Another one?”

She shifted her weight and gazed at me with pleading eyes. “What? I’m hungry.”

I tried to hide my look of disapproval. “Yeah, sure.” I took her plate and headed to the kitchen where there was a plastic tray with an assortment of costco sized muffins. I called back to her. “You want blueberry or another chocolate chip?”

She lazily twirled her finger through the ends of her hair and half turned her head at me longingly. “Ummm, I think...well...oh just bring me the whole thing...they're like, not very filling.”

I gasped audibly, surprised by her demand. I knew she could eat, but this was getting borderline ridiculous. I took the tray which still contained six muffins and brought it to her and she promptly flung open the flimsy clear plastic lid and dug in without a second of hesitation. She was beginning to consume food like a pig, or at least like a bottomless pit.

“Uhh...I'm (munch, chew) gonna go shower after this.”

I looked down, noticing the tightness of her boyshorts around her colossal thighs.  “After what?”

She glared at me like I was stupid. “After I finish my (chew, chew) snack and my show.”

I watched as she continued to shove food into her mouth as if she was in some sort of trance. “Right.”

She ended up consuming all but one of the muffins and after flinging the container on the coffee table and brushing some crumbs away from her breasts, she reached out her hands so I could help her up.

She sauntered toward the master bedroom in a slow lethargic waddle and pulled a wedgie out of her skimpy cotton shorts, as they were squeezing her oversized ass cheeks and riding upward as she moved. “Pheww...out of breath.” She shot me a glance and I quickly diverted my eyes from her butt and turned back toward the kitchen. “Where are you going?” she said.

I stopped and faced her again. “Thought you were gonna go shower.”

She licked her lower lip with seductive undertones. She seemed to still be breathing heavily and her breasts heaved beneath her low cut top as if her heart was struggling to keep blood flowing throughout her ballooning and puffed out hourglass figure. “I am, (gasp, pant) but you are going to help me.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “I am?”

“Yeah.”

She smirked and looked over her shoulder as I followed her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. She nearly tripped on the scale that was placed on the tile floor beneath the mirror door of the medicine cabinet.

She stopped. “Oooh, I haven't weighed myself in a while.” Her eyes drew toward mine and widened. “I wonder if this thing can even handle me anymore.”

I shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No, I want to see.”

She stepped on the scale and put her hands on her hips. She shoved her double chin downward into her neck-fat in an effort to see the numbers.

“What’s it say?” she said. “Is that 350 something?”

I bent down to get a closer look. The number I was confronted with was shocking, but I decided that Sammy needed to hear the truth. “357,” I said.

She blinked a few times and her face turned solemn as she stepped off.

“Damn...I didn’t realize I was that big,” she said. “I should definitely go on a diet soon.”

“You have a great little weight room here, and I’m always willing to train you,” I said, trying to sound upbeat and encouraging.

“I don’t like how thick my waist is getting, maybe I should go see Doctor Shuel again.”

“No no don’t be ridiculous, that is not a substitute for good old fashioned exercise.” I turned and faced her fully and directly. Her face had become round and chubby but with her inflated lips, dark eyes, and heavy makeup, she still looked gorgeous, in a dolled up and shallow, barbie sort of way. Her legs were as thick as tree trunks, yet they were soft and blubbery and dimpled from her knees to her upper thighs. Her belly was big and fat, but somehow still not overly flabby, and the incredible wideness of her hips helped her maintain her amplified and hyperbolic hourglass contours, even at over 350 pounds.  “Besides, you still have such a great shape already.”

She pierced me with her eyes and fluttered her lashes. “You like it don’t you.”

Her beauty was breathtaking and I swallowed like a scared school boy. “You are incredibly sexy, but I know you don’t need me to tell you that.”

She smiled and hoisted her ballooning arms in the air. “Help me get this shirt off.” I came to her and peeled her camisole over her protruding pillow of a belly, and then above her tits and head. She was panting from the effort. “I can’t believe they (pant) consider this extra large.”

I tossed the skimpy shirt on the bathroom counter and gazed longingly at her topless body. “Yeah, clothing sizes are bullshit.”

She thrusted her pelvis toward me. I dropped to my knees and clasped her little shorts with both hands and pulled them down passed her hips and thighs. Even her ankles were getting thick. I peered up at her nakedness on full display.

“So what do you think?” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“You think you can still handle me, even at 357 pounds, or do I still need to teach you a thing or two more about thick girls?”

I held her gaze as I stood up. “You don’t need to teach me anything.”

“Oh really?” She smirked with her lips pressed together, then her eyes lit up. “So you understand that my love language is spending all day in bed, eating room service and getting fucked by a strong man who loves me for who I am?”

I could feel all my doubts, fears and concerns about her weight and health disappearing from my conscience as my penis conquered my mind and better judgement. “Eating or being fed?”

She gasped with an open mouth. “Ohh…maybe I don’t need to teach you anything.” She turned and walked toward the shower. I watched her michelin man-esque back fat wobble and jiggle like jello. She was really getting wide. “Come,” she said.

I followed like a helpless puppy. I turned the water on hot and stripped myself of my clothes. We stepped onto the wet tile floor together and let the warm steamy water cover our bodies.

I filled my hands with liquid soap and rubbed it across her upper back and squishy shoulders. I ran them down the oozing rolls of fat that folded from her armpits down to the massive love handles just above her flaring, rounded hips. I added more soap and washed her ass with my fingers and she gasped and moaned with delight. Her body was so big that it dwarfed mine in nearly every way. My shoulders were broader,, but aside from that she was almost twice as big as me everywhere else. I lathered her flawless silky skin from her bloated belly to her swelling breasts and mammoth arms and then let the water rinse us clean. We made out beneath the luxuriously large showerhead and pressed ourselves into one another and kissed for a long time.

After stepping out, I dried her with a towel and then she grabbed my arm and led me to the king sized bed.

She sat down on the edge of the mattress, naked, her hips spreading wide and depressing into the tempur-pedic foam like a sinkhole.

“I’m sorry I just can’t get that 357 number out of my head,” she cooed.

“You look amazing.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as if she had a sudden epiphany. “Yeah, I know, it’s just a number anyway.” She arched her back in her sitting position seductively and smiled. “I’m not fat…just so sexy that it overflows….”

“You’re perfect.” I sat down beside her and I noticed I was seated much higher than she was due to my considerably lighter weight. “What are you worried about, what your mom might think?”

“No, why?”

I became lost in the sheer enormity of her thighs and hips before returning my attention to her beautiful face. “Umm…no reason…”

“Beauty isn’t measured in pounds.”

“No it isn’t.”

She put her soft fingers around my shoulders and pulled me close. “They say weight does not dictate your worth, but….maybe it does.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“The higher the number, the bigger the worth, the higher the number, the more like…luxurious I feel.”

I swallowed and looked into her eyes. “You like it don’t you.”

She nodded. “Mmmhm, yeah, I do.”

“So do I.”

I grabbed her gooey upper arms and pinned her down. I crawled on top and kissed her full, pouty lips. I put one hand on her belly and shook it, and she moaned and gasped with pleasure.

“Feed me baby.”

“What do you-”

“Goddamnit, (huff, gasp) there’s a whole cheesecake in the fridge, fucking go get it!”

I sprang up like a cat and went to the kitchen to retrieve her dessert faster than I thought possible. Her mouth was already open and waiting when I returned, and I fed her right there as she laid on her back with only a pillow propped behind her head.

I expected her to stop me at some point, but she didn’t. I just kept on feeding her forkful after forkful of the rich creamy cake until the entire thing was completely gone. I couldn’t believe it, she fucking ate the entire thing.

“Mmmm, (pant) ooohh, I guess you’re proving that you really do know how to handle a thick girl.”

She was so full, bloated and out of breath that she was wheezing. “I can handle you.”

“I wish (gasp, pant) you would do this (hiccup) every night.”

I doubted that she could even move at this point. It was mind boggling and astounding to me that she had gained this much weight, that she had really gotten this fat. She was a total blimp, a complete fattass, an absolute bloated barbie doll of a woman that had become so big she could hardly sit up under her own power anymore.  “Your wish is my command.”

“Ohhh, (burp, hiccup) oooo, fuck me, (gasp) fuck me baby.”

I slipped inside of her effortlessly, letting the weight of my body collapse down on her pillowy softness. It was all I could do not to come. I thrust back and forth with increasing speed and fucked her until she was sweating and gasping for breath. She perspired so easily now and I could smell the delicious pheromones of her body odor. I wanted to come so badly, but I could tell she wasn’t quite there yet. I slid my hands beneath her cushy naked flesh and clasped each of her butt cheeks with both hands.

I gazed at her flush, quivering face. “You like how huge your ass is getting don’t you,” I whispered.

Her eyes became as big as saucers as her mouth held its open ‘O” shape. “Ennnhh…mmmhmm…yes (gasp, pant) I love it.”

“It’s just going to keep getting bigger, isn’t it.”

“Yeah (wheeze, gasp, huff) I think it is.”

It was obvious to me that my words were sending her into new heights of arousal. I had never seen her so turned on before. I continued. “You’re going to be so fat that you’ll need me to do everything for you soon.”

“Ohh yes, (pant, huff, gasp)  yes Keith! Fuck (gasp) yes!”

She convulsed into an orgasm and I squeezed her butt as hard as I could as I let my flood gates open.