a story about a girl named ava who was very beautiful and kind and sweet and cared a lot about her health because growing up she had strict parents who wanted to to be so healthy and she never had sugar or unhealthy snacks, then she turned 18 and moved into her own apartment and got to pick her own meals out then she got a taste of unhealthy and tasty junk food and became obsessed and loved eating junk so much she started gainging so much weight and very fast, she also loved the feeling of gainging weight and eating so much she became huge

Chapter 1: Introduction

The first thing I noticed about my new apartment, besides the smell of fresh paint and the blinding sunlight streaming through the east-facing window, was the refrigerator. It was the most glorious, stainless steel, double-door behemoth I had ever seen. It stood proudly in the corner of the kitchen, a tantalizing promise of infinite space and infinite possibilities.

I had spent half my life living with my parents, who were health nuts. My mom was a personal trainer, and my dad was a nutritionist. They believed in eating clean, working out daily, and sleeping eight hours a night.

My childhood was a never-ending parade of kale smoothies, quinoa salads, and exhausting morning runs. I was always the skinniest kid in school, and I hated it. I yearned for the day when I could throw caution to the wind and indulge in the forbidden foods that my parents so strictly forbade.

Now, at eighteen, I finally had my chance. My parents had reluctantly agreed to let me move into this apartment, a mere block away from the college I was about to start. They had filled the fridge with organic fruits and vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins. But I had other plans.

As soon as my parents left, I did a sweep of the apartment, bagging up all the healthy food and shoving it into the back of the fridge. I called up my best friend, Mia, and asked her to meet me at the nearest all-night diner.

"You're not going to believe what I'm doing," I told her as I pushed open the heavy glass door, the chime above us announcing our arrival. The diner was a blast from the past, all retro booths and chrome accents. A jukebox in the corner blared a nostalgic tune.

Mia raised an eyebrow as we slid into a booth.

"You've got that look in your eye, Ava. The one that usually involves you trying to convince me to do something totally wild."

I grinned, unable to hide my excitement. "You know me too well. I'm ready to explore my dark side, Mia. And I'm starting with food."

She laughed, shaking her head. "You do realize that greasy food isn't a 'dark side,' right? It's just really good food."

"No, you don't understand," I said, leaning in conspiratorially.

"I'm talking about full-blown, no-holds-barred junk food indulgence. Burgers drenched in cheese, fries soaked in grease, milkshakes so thick they could stand a spoon upright."

Mia's eyes widened with amusement and a touch of concern. "Ava, you're talking about a gastronomic revolution. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

I nodded resolutely, my heart pounding with anticipation. "I've always been ready, Mia. Now, let's order. I'm starving."

Two hours and several thousand calories later, we were back at my apartment.

The kitchen counters werenow stacked high with fast food containers and bags of chips, the once sleek, minimalist living room now boasted a colossal, cushioned couch, perfect for lounging and devouring takeout meals.

Mia looked around, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Ava, this place is a war zone of carbs and fats."

I laughed, genuinely happy for the first time in what felt like forever. "I know, right? It's glorious."

She shook her head, but she was smiling too. "Just promise me you'll still work out. You can't let all this go to your head...

and your waistline."

I waved her off, already sinking into the plush couch, a half-eaten burger in one hand and a carton of fries in the other. "Don't worry, Mia. I've got a plan. I'm going to enjoy this for a while, then I'll figure out something. Maybe I'll join a gym with a pool. Swimming is good exercise, right?"

Mia rolled her eyes but didn't press the issue. She knew me well enough to know that I was going to do what I wanted, regardless of what she or anyone else said.

Besides, I wasn't worried. I was just starting to explore this new world of indulgence, and I was enjoying every second of it.

In the following weeks, my apartment became a junk food sanctuary. I filled my fridge with every conceivable type of takeout, from greasy pizzas to fried chicken and everything in between. The kitchen counter was a graveyard of empty boxes and wrappers, and the couch had become my throne, where I ruled over my kingdom of calories.

I started to notice changes in my body almost immediately. My stomach, once flat and toned, began to round out, softening in a way that I found oddly satisfying.

My hips widened, and my thighs rubbed together when I walked, a sensation that I had never experienced before. Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a new stretch mark, a badge of honor from my ongoing food adventure.

One evening, I was sprawled on the couch, a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other, when I noticed a sudden tightness in my jeans. I wriggled a little, trying to get comfortable, but the discomfort only grew. With a sigh, I set the ice cream aside and unbuttoned my jeans, shimmying out of them.

I was wearing a old, oversized t-shirt that fell to my mid-thigh, and as I stood up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of my bedroom door.

I blinked, taking a step back to get a better look. The person staring back at me was almost unrecognizable. My hips were wider, my stomach rounder, and my thighs thicker. I turned to the side, watching as the stretch marks on my hips and thighs shimmered in the soft light.

I felt a warmth spreading through me, a sensation that was both foreign and exhilarating.

I had never seen my body like this before, and as I stood there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and, surprisingly, arousal.

I traced the stretch marks on my hips with my fingertips, marveling at the way my skin had changed. I had always been so careful about my body, so worried about keeping it thin and toned. But now, as I looked at myself, I felt a strange sense of liberation. I was no longer bound by the rules of my upbringing, no longer confined to the narrow definition of beauty that my parents had imposed upon me.

I wanted to explore this new body, to understand the desires that were awakening within me.

I turned away from the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed a release, a way to channel this newfound sexual energy. I knew exactly who I could call.

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found his name. "Hey, Jamie," I said when he answered, my voice low and husky. "I need you to come over."

Jamie was a guy I had been casually hooking up with for the past few months.

He was a friend of a friend, tall, lean, and with an insatiable appetite for sex that matched my own.

"Hey, Ava," he said, his voice a low rumble. "What's up?"

"I need you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to come over. Now."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then Jamie chuckled, a dark, dirty sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Fuck, Ava. You know I can't resist that.

I live for that shit. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll be there.

He hung up, and I stood there, my heart racing, my breath coming in short gasps. I could already feel the heat between my legs, the dampness in my panties. I needed this, needed him.

I quickly cleaned up the remnants of my ice cream binge, tossing the empty container into the trash and wiping my hands on my t-shirt. I wanted to look presentable, but not too put together. I wanted Jamie to see me as I was, naked and hungry for him.

I stepped into the bathroom, the tile cold against my bare feet. I lifted my t-shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts bobbed slightly, fuller than they had been just a few weeks ago. I looked at myself in the mirror, tracing the curve of my stomach, the softness of my hips. I felt powerful, desirable.

I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water was hot but not scalding. I stepped under the spray, letting it cascade over my body. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back, the water sluicing over my skin.

I reached for the body wash, squeezing a generous amount onto my hands, and began to lather myself up. My fingers traced the curves of my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I could feel the weight of my newfound softness, the way my body had changed, and it turned me on.

I turned off the shower, stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body. I left my hair damp, wanting to feel the cool air against my skin. I heard the soft knock at the door, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Come in," I called, my voice husky with anticipation.

I heard the door creak open, and Jamie stepped inside, his eyes immediately zeroing in on me.

"Fuck, Ava," he breathed, his gaze raking over my body. "You look... different."

I smirked, letting the towel drop to the floor. "I am different, Jamie. And I want you to show me how much you like it."

He didn't need to be told twice. In two strides, he was in front of me, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth crashing down on mine. The kiss was aggressive, demanding, and I met it with equal fervor.

Jamie's hands roamed my body, exploring the new curves, the softness that had developed since the last time we were together. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, and I let out a gasp, the sharp pain igniting a fire within me.

"Fuck, Ava," he growled, his voice ragged with need. "You feel so fucking good. I've been dreaming about this since the last time. But this... this is something else."

I smiled, my hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt. "I've been dreaming about this too, Jamie.

Dreaming about what it would feel like with my new body," I murmured, my fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. His breath hitched as I unzipped him, my hand reaching inside and wrapping around his hardening cock. "I want you to feel every inch of me, Jamie. To make me feel alive."

He let out a harsh groan, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into my hand. "Fuck, Ava, you're making me crazy."

I chuckled, a low, sultry sound, and stepped back, leading him towards the bedroom.

Jamie walked into the room and started grabbing on my growing belly, feeling it softer than it ever has been, I could see he loved the weight gain as much as I did and I could feel his dick getting even harder while grabbing my soft growing body.

You are so fucking hot, I can't even handle it," he said, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every new curve, every new mark.

"I wanna fuck you so hard, baby. I wanna feel that fat ass bounce on my dick," he growled, his hands gripping my ass even harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

I moaned, feeling my pussy drip with anticipation. "Yeah, Jamie. Fuck me. Make me feel it all. Make me feel alive."

He requested that I get ontop of him so he can feel the how much heavier i've gotten so ive gained more weight.

So i climb ontop of him and he starts to suck on my bigger titties and grab on to my ass and belly.

"Fuck, Ava, your tits are fucking enormous now," Jamie groaned, his mouth latching onto one of my nipples, sucking hard. I gasped, arching my back, pressing myself further into his mouth.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Jamie," I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling gently. "But I want to feel your cock inside me.

I want to feel how much bigger my pussy is now that I've gained weight," I whispered, my voice laced with desire. Jamie's eyes widened, and he gave me a wicked grin.

"Fuck, baby. I'm going to make you feel so full. I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy so good."

He lay back on the bed, his cock standing tall and proud, glistening with precum. I straddled him, my legs wide, my pussy lips already swollen and wet. I reached down, gripping his cock, positioning it at my entrance.

Jamie starts grabbing on my belly, using it to grab as he he shoves his dick deeper in my fat pussy, he lets out a moan as he starts to talk about how much fatter he wants me to get.

"Fuck, Ava, you look fucking amazing," he said, his hands gripping my belly as he thrust deeper into me. "I wanna see how much fatter you can get. I wanna fuck you when you're so big, I can't even see your pussy anymore."

I moaned, his dirty talk pushing me closer to the edge. "Fuck, Jamie, that's so hot. I wanna be so fat for you. I wanna be your little fat fucktoy."

Jamie groaned, his hips bucking upwards, driving his cock deeper into me. "That's it, baby. Such a big girl taking this big dick"

Jamie slides his dick out of my fat pussy, then looks at me and bites his lip.

"I want to try something I dont think either of us have done before"

I look at him with excitment and ask "whats that?"

he reponds " i want to fuck your belly button"

He gets on his knees, his cock wet and glistening from my juices. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, his cock pointing straight up, the head pressing against my belly button.

"Fuck, Ava, your belly button is so damn fucking deep now," he groans, his cockhead disappearing into the soft, round flesh. "I can't even see it anymore."

He pushes forward, his cock sliding deeper into the valley of my stomach, the sensation sending shivers through me. I can feel every inch of him, the ridges and veins of his cock pressing against my skin.

It's a strange, new sensation, one that sends shivers down my spine and makes my clit throb with desire.

"Fuck, Ava," Jamie breathes, looking down at where his cock is buried in my belly. "You look so fucking hot like this. Your belly is so fucking soft and thick, and my cock is just disappearing into it."

I reach down, my fingers tracing the line where his cock meets my skin, feeling the heat radiating off him. "It feels so fucking good, Jamie," I murmur, my voice low and husky.

Jamie thrust faster going deeper in my belly button, fucking it faster.. watching him enjoy me in a way Ive never seen before.

"You like this, don't you, Jamie?" I ask, my voice a low purr. "You like fucking my belly, don't you?"

He nods, his eyes locked onto the sight of his cock disappearing into my soft flesh. I can't even describe how hot this is. I fucking love it. You're so fucking fat and soft, and I can just bury my cock in you anywhere I want. It's like fucking heaven."

The words send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can feel my pussy clenching with need. That's it.

Keep going. Fuck my belly, Jamie. Fuck it like you've never fucked anything before," I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me as Jamie's cock plunged in and out of my soft, round belly.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was dirty and raw and fucking incredible. I could feel every inch of him, the ridges and veins of his cock rubbing against my skin, the heat of him radiating through me.

Jamie's hips moved faster, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. Your belly is so fucking soft. So fucking thick.

I start moaning with enjoyment, my pussy wetter than its ever been before, I want him to cum in my belly button, Ive never wanted anything more, so I beg him to.

"Fuck, Jamie, cum in my belly button. I want to feel your hot cum deep inside me," I moan, getting even more turned on by the dirty words coming out of my mouth.

"Fuck, Ava, you're driving me crazy," Jamie groans, his cock sliding in and out of my belly button with increasing speed.

I can feel his cockhead swelling, and I know he's close.

"Cum in me, Jamie. Fill me up with your hot cum," I beg, my voice a ragged whisper.

Jamie lets out a primal roar, his cock pulsing deep inside my belly button.

I can feel the warmth of his cum spurting out, filling me up, coating my insides with his hot seed.

"Fuck, Ava," he groans, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. So fucking tight."

Jamie then lays besides me, breathing heavy. He looks at my belly button now, filled with his cum and says,

"Fuck, Ava, that was something else. I can't believe how fucking hot that was." He reaches over, his fingers tracing the outline of my belly button, smearing his cum around. The sight of it, the feel of it, sends shivers through me.

"Yeah, that was... different," I say, a small smile playing on my lips. "But I liked it. A lot."

Jamie chuckles, his fingers still playing with my belly button. "Good. Because I want to do that again. And again.

Over the next few weeks, our sexual escapades became more frequent and more adventurous. Jamie's obsession with my weight gain grew, his dirty talk becoming filthier, his touch more demanding. I reveled in it, in the raw, primal nature of our encounters. I felt alive, desired, and utterly filthy in the best possible way.

One evening, after a particularly decadent fast food binge, I found myself sprawled on my couch, a greasy paper bag full of half-eaten burger and fries resting on my belly.

I had gained even more weight since my last encounter with Jamie, and I could feel the softness of my body as I shifted uncomfortably on the cushions.

My phone buzzed with a text from Jamie, and I picked it up with a smile.

**Jamie:** I'm coming over. Wear something... tempting.

"Could you also bring something for me to eat?"

Jamie smirked and with excitement agreed.

**Jamie:** You got it, baby. See you soon.

I set my phone down and looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, my body rounder and fuller than it had ever been. My breasts were heavier, my stomach soft and round, and my hips and thighs were thicker. I loved the way I looked, loved the way I felt.

I rummaged through my closet, pulling out a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra that I knew Jamie loved. I slipped them on, the lace feeling soft against my skin.

They did not fit anymore, my body spilling out of it now from all the weight i've gained, I look in the mirror concerned, but also excited and turned on by the massive changes in my body.

I can see every roll and every curve. I love it all. I unclasp the back of my bra and let it fall to the ground, my breasts spilling out, the heavy weight of them making them jiggle slightly. I take one in each hand, giving them a squeeze, feeling the weight and the softness of them. I can feel the heat between my legs, my pussy already getting wet from the sight of my own body.

I hear the knock at the door, and I wait a moment before opening it. Jamie stands there, a takeout bag in one hand and a smirk on his face.

His eyes flick over my body, taking in the sight of me, my breasts spilling out of the too-small bra that now lies on the floor. His eyes darken, and he lets out a low whistle.

"Fuck, Ava," he says, pushing past me into the apartment. "You look fucking incredible. I can't even handle it."

He drops the takeout bag on the counter, the smell of fried food filling the air.

"Mmm the smells so good" I say

Jamie takes a burger out of the bag and walks up to me as her grabs my belly clearly feeling that its gotten bigger since we last seen each other, he smiles and then feed me a bite of the burger.

I moan as I chew, the grease and salt coating my tongue, making my mouth water. Jamie's eyes darken with lust as he watches me eat, his hand still resting on my belly.

"You're so fucking sexy when you eat like that, Ava," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You're such a filthy little pig, aren't you?"

I nod, a smile playing on my lips as I swallow the bite of burger. "Yeah, I am," I admit, my voice breathy with desire. "I fucking love it."

Jamie grins, a wicked gleam in his eye.

I can see his dick getting harder as I finish the burger, he pulls another one out the bag and gives it too me.

"Another?" I say

he smirks... " theres 4 more in the bag, I want you to eat them all... I want too see how bloated and round your belly gets when your stuffed to your limits"

My heart races with excitement as I take the second burger from Jamie's hand, the smell of grease and meat making my mouth water even more. I take a big bite, savoring the taste as the juices run down my chin.

Jamie wipes my chin with his thumb, his eyes never leaving mine. Eat up. Get that big belly full."

I moan, swallowing the bite, and take another. Jamie watches me, his cock straining against his jeans, the bulge growing more prominent with each bite I take.

I finish the second burger, and Jamie hands me a third.

"but I'm stuffed..." I say feeling super full

Jamie looks at me with a smile... "come on... you can finish them, your a good girl arent you?" he says, his voice laced with a mixture of encouragement and dominance. I nod, taking another bite, my belly already feeling stretched and full. Jamie takes a step back, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve, every roll. You're so fucking hot like this. Your belly is already so fucking round and full. I can't wait to see how much more you can take."

I swallow the bite of burger, the taste of grease and salt coating my tongue. "I want to make you happy, Jamie," I say, my voice a low murmur.

I take another bite, my belly protesting slightly as I swallow. Jamie's eyes darken, and he steps closer, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing gently.

"That's my girl," he purrs. "Now, take another bite. Make that belly round and full for me."

I do as he says, taking another bite of the burger. My belly is already stretched taut, the skin shiny and smooth. I can feel the grease and the meat settling in my stomach, making me feel bloated and full.

Jamie's hand leaves my breast and trails down my body, coming to rest on my now prominent belly.

He rubs gentle circles over the soft mound, his touch sending shivers through me.

"Fuck, Ava," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Your belly is so goddamn round. I can't wait to see it even more stuffed."

I take another bite of the burger, my eyes locked with Jamie's as I chew. I can feel the grease and the salt coating my tongue, my mouth watering with each swallow. Jamie's hand on my belly is a constant reminder of what he wants, what he desires.

I finish the third burger, my belly protesting the amount of food I've eaten.

Jamie gives me the fourth one, and I hesitate for a moment, looking at him with a mixture of desire and apprehension.

"Come on, baby," he encourages me, his voice laced with dominance. "You can do it. I know you can take it."

I take a deep breath and take a bite from the fourth burger. I chew slowly, savoring the taste as I feel my belly stretching even more. Jamie watches me intently, his eyes filled with lust and desire.

"Fuck, Ava," he groans, rubbing my belly with more force. "You're so fucking full.

Your belly is fucking massive, Ava," Jamie growls, his voice thick with desire as he watches me struggle to finish the last bite of the fourth burger. I swallow hard, my belly feeling like it might burst at any moment.

"I-I can't take anymore," I gasp, setting the burger down on the counter. Jamie's eyes light up like a predator, his cock visibly throbbing in his jeans.

"Oh, but you can, baby. You will," he insists, his voice a dark promise. He steps closer, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're going to take even more.

Jamie walks over to me with my 5th and last burger, and grabs my now chubby and full face, shoving a bite into my mouth for me.

"is he force feeding me?" i think to myself, super turned on by the idea of it.

I moan around the bite of burger as Jamie forces it into my mouth, my body already feeling stretched and full.

"Swallow it, baby," Jamie growls, his hands gripping my swollen belly, his cock straining against his jeans. "Take it all in. Fucking gorge yourself."

I do as he says, swallowing the bite of food, my eyes watering slightly. Jamie smiles, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. He feeds me another bite, his grip on my belly tightening as he forces the burger into my mouth.

"You look so fucking filthy like this, Ava," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

He trails his fingers along the grease stains on my face, my chin, my chest. "You're a fucking mess. I love it."

I moan, my body trembling with need. The sight of me, stuffed and bloated, has him so turned on he can't stand still. He starts to unbutton his jeans, his cock straining against the fabric.

"Get on your knees, Ava," he commands, his voice rough with urgency. I comply, my body moving sluggishly due to the amount of food I've consumed.

Jamie's eyes never leave me as I sink to my knees, my belly pressing against my thighs, the stretch marks on my stomach becoming more pronounced with each passing moment.

Jamie steps closer, his cock now free from his jeans, standing tall and proud, glistening with precum. He wraps his hand around the shaft, stroking it slowly, his eyes locked onto mine.

"You look fucking filthy, Ava," he growls, his voice a low, animalistic sound. "Your belly is so fucking full, so fucking round. And now, you're going to help me with this."

He steps forward, his cock pointing straight at my face.

"Open your mouth, you filthy pig," he commands, his voice dense with lust. I do as I'm told, my lips parting to reveal my tongue, glistening with the remnants of the burgers.

Jamie grins, his eyes gleaming with a primal desire. Show me that dirty mouth."

He steps closer, his cockhead nudging my lips. I wrap my hands around his shaft, feeling the heat and the hardness of him.

I open my mouth wider, taking him in inch by inch, the salty taste of his precum coating my tongue. Jamie groans, his hands gripping my hair, his hips thrusting forward.

"That's it, you fatty " he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Take that cock deeper. Show me how much of a good piggy you are."

I gag slightly, my eyes watering as he pushes deeper into my throat. I relax my jaw, trying to take as much of him as I can.

My belly presses against my thighs, the grease and salt from the burgers coating my skin, making me slick and slippery. Jamie's cock is huge and hard, filling my throat and pressing against the back of my mouth. I gag again, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggle to take him deeper.

"Fuck, Ava," Jamie groans, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts. "You're so goddamn filthy. Look at you, stuffed to the brim, gagging on my cock.

You look like you've eaten a whole fucking zoo, and I'm just adding to the chaos," Jamie growls, his cock throbbing in my mouth, precum dripping onto my tongue.

I can't respond, my mouth is too full, but I moan around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. He groans, his grip on my hair tightening, his hips picking up speed.

"Fuck, Ava, your body is so fucking plush. Everywhere I touch, it's all soft and thick," he grunts, his free hand grabbing one of my tits, squeezing hard.

My mouth fills with cum as he finishes in my mouth and I swallow it.

He pulls out and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, my face flushed.

Jamie grins down at me, his chest heaving with exertion. That was fucking hot."

I look up at him, my eyes hazy with lust and satisfaction. "I want more," I say, my voice low and sultry.

He raises an eyebrow. "More? More what?"

"Food" I respond, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

Jamie's eyes widen in surprise. "You want to keep eating? After that?"

I nod, licking my lips, the taste of his cum still lingering on my tongue. "I want to keep eating, Jamie. I want to keep eating until I can't take anymore. I want to be so full, so stuffed, that I can't even move. And I want you to fuck me while I'm like that. I want you to fuck me like the filthy piggy I am."

Jamie's cock twitches in response to my words, already growing hard again.

"Fuck, Ava, you're insane," he says, his voice shaking with excitement and disbelief. "You really want that?"

I nod eagerly, my eyes locked onto his, my heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, Jamie. I want it more than anything. I want to feel every inch of you, every pound of food inside me. I want to be your fucktoy, your piggy."

Jamie's eyes widen, and he lets out a low, deep growl. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy, Ava. Alright, we're doing this.

I'm going all out," Jamie announces, his voice thick with desire. "First things first, though. We need to get you into something more... accommodating."

After looking through all my clothing, we managed to find an old once oversized t-shit that now fits so tight that my belly hangs out from the bottom. My ass and hips are so wide that they barely fit in the shirt, making it ride up and expose more of my skin. The sight of me made Jamie's cock hard again, and he couldn't wait to get started.

Jamie orders a bunch of snacks for me and a meal large enough to feed a family.

It's delivered to my apartment, and he starts emptying the bags onto the coffee table in front of us. There are platters of chicken wings, piles of loaded fries, an array of sliders, and a massive bucket of mozzarella sticks.

"Fuck, Ava, you weren't kidding about wanting more food," Jamie comments, his eyes wide with astonishment.

I grin, already starting to dig into the chicken wings. "I told you, I want to be stuffed, Jamie.

I want to feel every inch of you and every bite of food," I say between mouthfuls of chicken wings.

"Christ, you're a fucking machine," Jamie says, shaking his head in disbelief. "Let's see just how much you can take."

He grabs a handful of loaded fries and shoves them into my mouth, the hot, salty mixture coating my tongue. I chew, my mouth already full from the chicken wings, but I manage to swallow and take more. Jamie watches me, his cock already hard again, his eyes gleaming with lust.

"Eat, little piggy," he commands, his voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you can take."

I moan around the mouthful of food, my belly already stretched and round, the grease and salt coating my skin. I can feel the heat radiating off Jamie, the hunger in his gaze as he watches me consume every morsel.

I work my way through the chicken wings, the loaded fries, the sliders, and the mozzarella sticks, my belly growing more prominent with each passing minute. I can feel the food settling in my stomach, making me feel full, bloated, and deliciously stuffed.

My belly hangs over the waistband of the too-tight t-shirt, the soft flesh jiggling with each movement. Jamie watches me, his eyes glued to my body, his cock straining against his jeans.

"Fuck, Ava, you look so goddamn hot like this," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Your belly is so fucking round and full. I can't even see your fucking waist anymore."

I smile, my body humming with desire. I run my hands over my belly, feeling the soft, squishy flesh beneath my fingers. "I feel so fucking full, Jamie.

So stuffed," I moan, my hands rubbing my belly, feeling the warmth and weight of the food inside me. "I want more. I want you to fuck me while I'm like this."

Jamie's eyes darken, his cock throbbing visibly in his jeans. You're a goddamn dream come true. I've never seen anything so fucking hot in my life."

He stands up, and I watch as he begins to strip off his clothes, his movements deliberate and slow. His shirt falls to the floor, revealing his muscular chest and abs.

He kicks off his jeans, his cock standing proud and ready, the tip glistening with precum.

"Come here, piggy," he growls, his voice thick with desire. I crawl towards him on my hands and knees, my belly swinging from side to side, the tight t-shirt riding up to expose my thick thighs and ass.

Jamie grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look up at him. "Have you ever been fucked like this before, Ava?

Like a dirty little piggy, all stuffed and ready to take cock?" Jamie's voice is low and gravelly, a stark contrast to the pleasant, polite tone he usually takes. His hand tightens in my hair, sending a shock of pain that mingles with the pleasure already coursing through my veins.

"No," I moan, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Never."

Jamie grins, a wicked, predatory smile that makes my insides clench with anticipation. He shoves me roughly to my back, my body landing with a thud on the couch.

The cushions sink beneath my weight, my body splayed out like a feast for him to devour. My belly is a mountain under the too-tight t-shirt, my thighs spread wide, revealing my sodden, swollen pussy.

Jamie kneels between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He slides into me and lets out a moan. "Jesus, Ava. You're so fucking tight, even after all that food."

His hips start to move, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. I moan, the noise a primal, animalistic sound, as I feel him stretching me open, filling me completely.

"That's it, baby," Jamie grunts, his hips picking up speed.

Jamie then grabs a snack cake that was on the table from earlier, shoving it on my mouth as he fucks my fat pussy.

"Eat, piggy," he commands, the cake crumbling in my mouth as he continues to fuck me.

I moan and choke on the cake, the mixture of textures and tastes overwhelming my senses. Jamie's cock is relentless, pounding into me with a force that sends shockwaves through my body.

My belly jiggles and wobbles with each thrust, the sensation of my soft flesh hitting my thighs sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Fuck, Jamie," I moan, my voice hoarse and ragged. "I can't...

I can't take it," I gasp between moans. "It's too much, Jamie. Too fucking much."

Jamie grins wickedly, his hips never slowing down. "You can take it, Ava. You're fucking made for this. Look at you, all stuffed and ready to take my cock. You were born for this, weren't you?"

He reaches down, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, pinching and pulling at my skin. I cry out, the pain and pleasure mixing together, creating a heady sensation that has my hips bucking against his.

"Fuck, yes, Jamie," I scream, my voice echoing off the walls of my apartment. "You're right. I was fucking made for this."

Jamie's response is a primal roar, his hands clamping down on my hips, his fingertips digging deep into my soft flesh. The pain is intense, but the pleasure is even greater, and I find myself pushing back against him, meeting each thrust with one of my own.

"Jamie," I moan, my voice barely a whisper. "I want... I want you to..." I can't finish the sentence, can't put into words what I want him to do.

I just know that I need more. More of everything. More pain, more pleasure, more of Jamie.

Jamie must sense my desperation, because he slows down his thrusts, only to pick up the pace again, harder and faster. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, slapping my ass, squeezing my thighs.

He leans forward, his chest pressing against mine, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. "You want more, don't you, Ava? You want me to fuck you even harder, make you scream for me?"

I nod, my body trembling with need.

Please. Make me scream for you. Make me yours."

Jamie growls, his hips snapping forward, his cock plunging deep into me. "Fuck, you're a greedy little pig, aren't you? You want it all, don't you?"

Jamie starts fucking me harder, grabbing onto my big belly.

I moan and scream out as he fucks me, my voice echoing through the room. My tits are bouncing all over the place, and I can feel every inch of him inside of me.

Jamie cant hold his cum in any longer, he cums so deep inside me..

He lets out a guttural growl, his body tensing as he pumps his cum deep inside me. I can feel the heat of it, the way it fills me, stretches me even further. My own orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

I scream his name, my voice echoing off the walls, my body shuddering with the force of my release. Jamie grinds his hips against mine, drawing out my orgasm, making me see stars.

He's still deep inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing with aftershocks. I can feel his hot cum leaking out of me, coating my thighs, dripping down onto the couch.

"Fuck, Ava," Jamie groans, his voice rough and raw.

He pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with our combined juices. I watch, mesmerized, as he stands up and walks over to the coffee table, his cock still rock hard and ready. He grabs a few more snack cakes and a bottle of soda.

His cock, still hard and glistening with our mixed juices, bobs in front of him as he returns to where I lie, sprawled and spent on the couch.

"Roll over, Ava," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Show me that fat ass of yours."

I comply, rolling onto my stomach, my belly squishing against the cushions, my ass high in the air. Jamie lets out a low growl, running his hands over my thick thighs, my wide hips, and finally, my massive ass.

"Fuck, you're a sight, Ava," he praises, his voice thick with lust.

He then kisses me goodbye leaving me unable to move on the couch from being so full. I wake up the next morning, my body aching and my stomach grumbling. I roll onto my side, wincing at the soreness between my legs. Jamie had left a note on the coffee table, a simple thank you and I'll call you later. I chuckle, shaking my head at the sheer filthiness of what we had done together.

I crawl my way to the bathroom, my belly sloshing with every step I take. I look at myself in the mirror, marveling at the woman staring back at me. My body is thicker, my curves more pronounced, and my belly is rounded and soft.

I run my fingers over my once flat stomach, now a landscape of stretch marks and rolls. I can't believe how much my body has changed, how much I've allowed myself to indulge. But I'm too satisfied, too aroused by the sight of myself to feel any shame. I've never felt sexier, never been more aware of my own desires.

I spend the morning lounging in bed, my body still sore from the night before. I trace the bruises on my hips, my ass, the marks Jamie left on me. Each one sends a jolt of pleasure through me, a reminder of the intense encounter we shared.

As I'm day dreaming about my night with Jamie, I feel my phone start to vibrate.. its Cindy.. I forgot she was coming to visit me this weekend. I quickly pick up my phone and swipe to answer the call, putting it on speaker as I make my way back to my bedroom.

"Hey, Cindy," I say, my voice still husky from the night before.

"Hey, Ava. How are you? I've been trying to reach you for the past few days. You must have been busy. Im in town and was wondering if you were still down to hang out? I havent seen you since you first moved into your apartment months ago.

"Cindy, hey! Yeah, I'm totally down to hang out. I've just been... busy," I say, trying to keep the smug satisfaction out of my voice. I know she'll be able to tell something's up by the tone of my voice alone.

"Busy with what? Work? Or are you finally getting out and meeting new people?" she asks, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Something like that," I say with a small smile. "Tell you what, come over now, and I'll explain everything."

"On my way," she says, and I can hear the excitement in her voice.

I walk into my kitched and look at the massive food mess from me and Jamie the night before, food wrappers and crumbs all over.. Then look down at my body and realize the amount of weight ive gained since I last seen Cindy.... I hang up the phone and take a quick shower, feeling a bit more alive and refreshed. I throw on a pair of leggings and a loose, oversized hoodie that barely covers my ass. I look at myself in the mirror, my reflection showing off my fuller figure. I bite my lip, smiling at the changes in my body.

Cindy arrives thirty minutes later, her eyes wide as she takes in the state of my apartment. "Holy shit, Ava. What happened here?" she asks, her gaze flitting from the mountain of takeout bags to the mess of crumbs and wrappers scattered across the coffee table.

I laugh, a sound that's equal parts nervous and excited. "I, uh, I've been... indulging a bit lately. Trying new things. Living a little."

Cindy's eyes widen, and she steps further into the apartment, her gaze taking in the changes in my body. You've gained weight."

My smile slowly dropping off my face, realizing something I enjoy so much may be concerning to others who dont understand, but I quickly snap myself out of it and just own it.

I spin around for Cindy to get a full view of my new body, my hips swaying slightly as I turn. "Yeah, I have," I say, my voice confident. "And I fucking love it. I feel so... alive, you know? Like I'm finally living for myself."

Cindy's eyes roam over my body, taking in the curves and the softness that wasn't there before. She looks me up and down, her expression unreadable. "Wow, Ava.

You really have changed," Cindy says, her eyes still roaming over my body. I can see the mix of shock and admiration in her gaze. amazing."

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me at her words. "Thanks, Cindy. I feel amazing, too."

Cindy takes a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "I can tell. You've got this... glow about you. This confidence that's new."

I nod, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "I do feel more confident. And sexy.

You look fucking sexy, Ava. Your body is... fuck, it's incredible," Cindy murmurs, her voice filled with awe. She steps closer, her eyes roaming over my curves, her fingers reaching out to touch my skin. I flinch slightly at her touch, the sensation unfamiliar and unexpected. Cindy's eyes widen, and she pulls her hand back.

"Sorry, I just... I needed to touch you," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't believe how much you've changed, Ava. You're fucking gorgeous."

I smile at her, feeling the warmth of her compliment spread through me.

"It's been a journey, that's for sure," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "And I'm not done yet."

Cindy's eyes darken, and she takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch me again. This time, I don't flinch. Instead, I lean into her touch, my body humming with anticipation.

"What do you mean, you're not done yet?" she asks, her voice low and sultry.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. "I mean, there's still so much more I want to explore.

So much more I want to feel," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Cindy's hand slides from my cheek to my shoulder, her fingers tracing the curve of my neck before moving lower, to the swell of my breast. My breath hitches, my nipples hardening under her touch.

"Like what?" Cindy asks, her voice a low murmur. Her fingers brush against the edge of my hoodie, her hand slipping inside, cupping my breast gently.

"Like... pushing my limits.

Pushing my boundaries. And I fucking love it."

Cindy's eyes dilate with lust, her breathing growing more rapid. Her hand continues its exploration, sliding down my stomach, tracing the outline of my belly button before dipping lower, into the waistband of my leggings.

"Show me, Ava," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Show me what you like. What you want."

I take a deep breath, my body trembling with anticipation. I reach down and grasp the hem of my hoodie, pulling it up and over my head in one swift motion.

Cindy's eyes widen as she takes in my body, clad only in the thin, stretchy fabric of my leggings, my breasts heavy and full, my stomach rounded and soft. She lets out a low moan, her hand still resting on my belly.

"Fuck, Ava," she breathes, her fingers tracing the line of my waist, the soft curve of my hip. "You're fucking stunning."

I step closer to her, my breath hitching as her hand moves lower, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings.

I pause for a second, this isnt the reaction I expected from Cindy. Is my weight gain turning her on? I was surprised, but also incredibly aroused by the way Cindy's eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and every roll. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face as I watched her reaction, the way her breath hitched and her eyes darkened with desire.

"You like what you see, Cindy?" I asked, my voice low and sultry.

She nodded, her hand still exploring my body, her fingers tracing the line of my leggings. "Fuck, Ava, I fucking love it. You look... so fucking hot."

I step closer, my body pressing against hers.

I can feel the heat radiating off her, the desire pounding through her veins. Her hand stills, her fingers gripping the waistband of my leggings, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Cindy," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "I want you to fuck me."

Her eyes darken, and she lets out a low moan. "Fuck, Ava. You're driving me crazy. I've never seen you like this. I've never wanted you more."

She pushes me roughly against the wall, her hips grinding against mine.

Her body so slim, and my belly so big and pressed against her small body.

But Cindy's hands are all over me, and I can feel her breath on my face, her desire pouring off her in waves.

She grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, her body grinding against mine. I can feel her hard nipples through her thin shirt, her small breasts pressing against my larger ones.

"Fuck, Ava, you're so fucking hot like this," Cindy growls, her voice low and rough. "You're so fucking round and soft. I want to... I want to..." she trails off, her eyes locked on mine.

"What do you want, Ava?"

I can feel her breath on my face, her body pressed tight against mine. I look her right in the eye, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

“I want you to fucking devour me, Cindy,” I moan, arching my back, pushing my chest out, giving her full access to my heavy, swollen tits. “I want you to eat me up, to do things to me that I’ve never experienced before. I want you to fucking ravish me.”

Cindy’s eyes widen, her pupils dilating with lust and hunger.

She leans in, her lips capturing mine in a fierce, devouring kiss. Her tongue invades my mouth, claiming every inch of it as her own. I can taste the remnants of last night’s indulgences on her lips, the mix of grease and salt driving me wild. My hands, still pinned above my head, tangle in her hair, pulling her closer.

Cindy breaks away from the kiss, her breath ragged. She trails her lips down my neck, her teeth nipping at my sensitive skin, her tongue soothing the sting.

I gasp, my body arching off the wall, my nipples hardening to the point of pain. Cindy's hands leave my wrists, moving down to cup my full breasts, her fingers tweaking my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

"Fuck, Ava, you're so fucking sensitive," she whispers, her mouth finding my breast, her teeth closing around my nipple through the fabric. I moan, my head falling back against the wall, my hands tangling in her hair, urging her on.

Cindy bites down harder, her teeth sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my pussy.

I can feel the heat building between my legs, the fabric of my leggings growing damp with my arousal.

"Fuck, Cindy. Yes," I moan, my hips bucking against the wall, my body desperate for more.

Cindy releases my nipple with a wet pop, only to move to the other side, her lips and teeth finding my other nipple. She sucks and nips, her hands moving down my body, tracing the curve of my belly before sliding under the waistband of my leggings.

I gasp as her fingers brush against my pussy, soaking wet and aching with need.

"Fuck, Cindy, please," I beg, my hips pushing against her hand, desperate for more.

Cindy looks up at me, her eyes gleaming with lust and hunger. You want me to fuck you like the dirty little piggy you are?"

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps, my body trembling with need. "Yes, Cindy. I want it all.

I want you to fuck me like the filthy piggy I am. I want to feel your hands all over my body, your mouth on my skin, your cock deep inside me. I want you to make me scream, make me come, make me feel like the dirty little slut I am." My voice is barely more than a whisper, but my words set Cindy on fire. She grabs my hips and forces me back against the wall, her teeth sinking into my shoulder as she kisses and bites her way down my body.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Ava," she growls, her hands gripping my hips hard.

She trails kisses along my stomach, her tongue dipping into my belly button, tasting the remnants of grease and salt from last night's binge.

I moan, my hands tangling in her hair, urging her on. "Fuck, Cindy, that feels so good," I sigh, my hips bucking against the wall, desperate for more.

Cindy's hands slide down my thighs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings. She yanks them down in one swift movement, the fabric catching on my wide hips and thick thighs before pooling around my ankles.