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I was just barely twenty three when my father remarried. Dad was a manager for an oil rig. He was good at it too, an understanding boss who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and help. My mother had died, and he eventually found love again in Meli. Meli could best be described as the lead from legally blond. She was smart, wholesome, motherly, and took the time to care for her herself. She was a total Milf in her late forties, thicc, blond, and tall. Meli brought her adopted daughter into the mix, Auri. She was the daughter of Meli's best friend who had died from cancer young, Meli took her in and raised her. They looked nothing alike, Auri was short with dark skin. She was around my age, was a web designer and digital artist. Her sedentary work had left her fat, with the biggest roundest ass I'd ever seen. We fell into the step sibling trope rather fast. It was easy with dad at the rig, Meli in the office, and myself going to online college. No degree in mind, just, shopping around. Things are going well, hell Dad and Meli were even expecting a baby, on purpose even. Everything went to shit all at once. Dad died in an accident on the rig saving a new guy. The company and insurance tried to short us. Meli went to war, despite being seven months along she dragged both into court and kick their asses resulting in us having more money than anyone could ever need in top of two highly successful careers. Unfortunately the stress caused Meli to miscarry. Auri and I did everything we could for her. We took care of the house, set up the funeral, handled finances, granted all we are was takeout but it was good quality take out. For about a year we took care of her. Auri, who had always been an emotional eater ballooned, while Meli wasted away. It didn't help that I liked Auri's ass getting fatter and encouraged her. Later it became apparent to me I was taking out my sadness on Auri's waistline, and my anger on fucking her. Our emotions became entwined into feeding her gut. Then, one day, Meli changed. She left the house all day for a week. On that Friday she took us to dinner. Once again she was dressed well, all of it a little too big though. Auri wore a rather sexy dress. Meli began to apologize for shutting down, that she appreciated we stayed around to help her. When the waiter came she ordered for us all, and she ordered a lot of mostly Auri's favorites. "I know I've been out of it, but you two aren't subtle at all" flowed by a wink from Meli. We practically had to roll Auri out of there, no leftovers. To Meli's credit she tried very hard not to notice my erection, and after taking us home found a reason not to be there. With the house to ourselves we fucked like animals. I bent Auri over every surface and filled every single one of her holes to bursting. When Meli got home Auri was passed out and in bed, I was in my room playing games. Before I could comprehend it Meli was on my lap straddling me. She was butt naked. Her massive tits in my face. A million thoughts went through my head, and they all dissapeared as soon as there was a tit in my mouth. Meli was lactating, despite a million questions all I could think about was drinking. She left me stiff as stone after I'd drained her tits, unsure of what had actually happened. At Breakfast things got weird. Auri wore her usual sun dress with half her ass hanging out. Meli wore just an apron with a heart shape that showed off a pair of tits ripe and full of milk as she moved around cooking. The food was delicious, and I found myself eating more than I ment to. Besides that not only was Auri making a pig of herself in the way she knew turned me on, Meli was always sitting in such a way that showed off her huge milky tits. I was as hard as a diamond. Auri heaved herself up and began to press me into a wall. Her full stomach felt amazing pressing into me. She turned around, bent forward, and on instinct my pants were down as I eased into her. Then Meli was at my side, a tit in my face, and I began to drink. This weird orgy fully engrossed me. Pinned to the wall by a massive ass, huge milky tits on my face. I didn't last long before painting Auri's insides white. For a moment I remembered I had forgotten a condom, but Auri's was on birth control so it was fine. Auri's ass kept me in place as I drank from Meli. It wasn't until I had drained her was I released. "That's my good boy" Meli said, patting my round stomach. If I wasn't spent I'd be hard again. The two then went about their business like nothing had happened, Meli was back in the kitchen cooking, Auri back to her room to work. Every meal went the same way now, Auri would stuff her face to tease me, then I'd fuck her raw while draining Meli's tits. Meli fell hard into the mommy trope. Always calling me her good boy, Auri her growing girl. The day I called her mommy was between breakfast and lunch. She brought me a plate of fresh baked cookies while I was on my computer. It was accidental "thanks mommy" and resulted in her on my lap, riding my cock, feeding me cookies and her breast milk. Now it happened between every meal, including between dinner and breakfast. We got fat, between Auri stuffing herself every meal and Mommy filling me with milk and cookies it was inevitable. The other inevitable thing, was that both Mommy and Auri were pregnant. Auri didn't care much, Mommy was ecstatic. Her happiness bubbled into an outpouring of care, food, and milk. Auri and I both moved into the living room at Mommy's request. We each had a specialized chair, and the latest and greatest computers, neither of us needed to get up anymore. Auri and I couldn't fuck anymore, we'd gotten too fat, too lazy. Her chair had built in sex toys, connected to big our computers. I kept her fucked while Mommy kept her fed. As for me, my chair could drop completely flat, allowing Mommy to ride me. She rode me a lot these days, whenever she wasn't cooking, she was riding me, and filling me with her milk. Being adjacent to the kitchen ment constant food from Mommy. Despite being so full almost all the time, I was never not hungry. I was never not horny, my dick was always hard against the underside of my always full stomach. No many how many times Mommy rode me, no matter how much milk I drank. It was never enough. Mommy was getting round, getting full, she only seemed to get more intense the longer into her pregnancy she got. Auri's pregnancy was barely noticeable beneath her mountain of flesh. Mommy snapped at 8 months, when both her and Auri miscarried almost within the same day of each other. The best doctors were in our house, sparing no expenses. The end result, it was a genetic disorder I shared with my dad, actually having a kid survive would be rare 99.999% fatality rate. I had been luck. There was no depression, insted, she went manic. Every morning I was injected with something she had gotten from the doctors. She rode me as often as possible, my food was laced with fertility and hunger drugs, she'd inject her tits with more fertility drugs before having me drink. Four years later My bed beneath me was a bariatric beast. My nose and face were covered by a mask, tubes right to my lungs, and a direct line to my stomach. I was always on my back now. Mommy was riding me, hidden by the eclips of my stomach, but mother's milk was being pumped into me. Mommy had just lost another baby, she'd been riding me for hours, and she wouldn't stop until I physically couldn't go on. But with as many drugs as she's pumped into me it would be hours. The secondary intake on my mask kicked into gear. My doting wife Auri was pouring cookies into the food mulcher. The warm sugary treats were mixing with Mommy's milk, filling my stomach. She smiled at me, wearing just her bakers apron. Her hips were still wide enough she barely fit through a door with a shelf of an ass, her stomach full with another child. She'd lost weight overall, regaining her mobility. Now she was returning the favor, feeding me out of mine. Tatted on her right thigh we a string of five red Xs. Auris milk never came in though. So I only drank mothers. Mommy finally dismounted me. Her breasts had become massive, a pair of beach balls on her chest. They'd be full again in an hour. Mommy didn't wear anything around the house, she had six red X's on her thigh. Mommy smacked my wife's ass as she left the room, Auri let out a soft moan. I could only watch as Mommy pressed herself into my wife's back, caressing her rotund stomach. "Maybe this one will be the heir" Mommy cooed. Mommy then left to make lunch. Auri removed the bottom half of my mask, removing the feeding tube. Mommy had spent me, but my wife still deserved pleasure. She mounted my face, leaned back into my stomach and made herself comfortable. Everything went dark, my wife's stomach and ass blocking everything. The air hose was still in my nose, my Wife would stay here for hours while Mommy cooked. I did everything I could to make my wife happy. My tongue getting deep and teasing. I felt her climax, again and again over the hours. The sudden light of my wife dismounting me was blinding. Before I could even speak my mask was back on. Mommy and Auri began to load the feeding machine, then plugged Mommy's milky tits back into system. I was still so full, yet still so hungry, I missed when Mommy would let me suck her tities. Auri injected Mommy with the supplements, then mixed the rest into my food. I was hard just in time for Mommy to mount me again, and use me like the good boy I was.

There are many other, longer stories like this on my patreon! Please check out patreon.com/pudgyprose to see more! --- Pregnancy 1 --- “Ichigo? Do you think I’m getting too fat?” Orihime asked one day, into her 6 month of her first pregnancy. She waddled into the room slowly, swaying from side to side. Her belly jutted out in front of her, melon breasts resting on top comfortably thanks to a very large, very custom bra. She wore a pink shirt, but it did little to cover most of her belly. Round was probably the best and only fitting word to describe her. “What?! Not at all!” Ichigo responded with his familiar, fiery exuberance. His eyes ran up and down his wife’s body. She had gained a solid 50 pounds, exploding her attributes in size. Yet, he felt more attracted to her than ever before. Orihime was a kind, loving woman; the perfect motherly example. So perfect was Orihime that Ichigo was desperate to provide for her above and beyond what he normally would. Bringing her food

Tags: Extreme weight gain and fatspeak This was a little short that I did about a year ago over on patreon.com/pudgyprose. I've since stepped up my game quite a bit on prompts. If you want to check out my other offerings, take a look! $5 patrons can submit their own every month: https://www.patreon.com/posts/march-2024-99559635 "Wotty. . .diisscchh. . .UUURRP. . .scheemsch. . .gwood." Shantae tried to speak as best as she was able. She had to fight against both the hose in her mouth and the movements of her facial folds. Tan blubber flew out before her, with only the line of her purple ponytail to help differentiate the landscape before her. Landscape was certainly an apt description. Filling the bedroom, the once tiny, half-genie bellydancer had become a blob. Her fat rolled forward, crushing all that got in its way. Immense breasts, nearly barrel sized, undulated atop a stomach that could capsize a sailboat of small to medium size. Her soft, pink nipples danced like she used to.