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johnmooney6022
Jul 11, 2021
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Melissa
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We had a pretty normal life until Melissa came along. Working as desk jockeys for different corporations making a decent living, we were financially secure, ate healthy and always exercised. You mentioned Melissa for the first time a year or so ago. She was a new hire at your office in a position similar to yours. You said she had a very outgoing personality and was very charismatic. You became fast friends with her.
Melissa was a bigger girl, but dressed for her size. At around 300lbs, she was quite energetic and mobile and had no problem keeping up with my 120lbs girlfriend.
A week into knowing Melissa, you texted me on a Tuesday afternoon, “Won’t make it home until later. Grabbing drinks with Melissa.”
Normally, we would work out every day after work. I shrugged it off and worked out alone. Hours passed and around 9pm, you stumbled in laughing and carrying on. “You’re home late.” I smiled, happy to see her in such a good mood.
“I had a good time, she's so much fun to hang with! I'll have to work out twice as hard tomorrow.” my girlfriend chuckled. “We had a few apps and I am feeling a little stuffed.” She unbuttoned her work khakis to reveal a small swollen pooch from beer and various greasy snacks.
As the weeks passed, you started going out for “drinks” multiple days a week. Coming home late meant exercising was out on those days. At the same time, the days you were home, the workouts became shorter, with longer rests with you on your phone.
“Texting again?” I said as I waited for her to finish her set.
“Huh? Oh! Sorry...Melissa’s telling me about this awesome new restaurant that opened up, they apparently have really good pasta and breadsticks there!”
You were never much for pasta before and now it's dinner and not just drinks? I thought.
Drinks and dinner with Melissa quickly became a regular staple on Thursday nights and sometimes more. I now worked out alone most days during the week. The other days you would half-heartedly squeeze into your workout clothes and spend the hour or so glued to your phone. The lack of exercise and heavy meals were showing. Your belly had now settled into a round paunch and your breast were up at least a cup size and looking heavier.
“So what if I'm 160?” you reasoned with yourself. “I’m still in a lot better shape than a majority of other people. Plus Melissa says I look beautiful. I began to question Melissa’s intentions with my girlfriend. I again shrugged it off, calling myself paranoid and overprotective.
Months passed and the habits began to take their toll. My girlfriend stumbled in around midnight after catching an Uber on a Tuesday night. “Urrrrppppp! Ohhh excuse me!” she said. It was dark, but I could see your silhouette. You had recently went out and replaced your work clothes again. You easily weighed 220lbs now, an unbelievable gain in such a short period of time. You climbed into bed reeking of booze and whatever fried food the place was serving. You no longer worked out. It had been months since we had been intimate. You always had an excuse. I stared at your naked body, perplexed at the woman before me. I did not recognize this flabby belly and engorged breasts. Your swollen thighs had angry red stretch marks from the massive influx of food and drink, combined with lack of exercise. Trying to tune out your loud snoring, I rolled over and went to sleep.
“Melissa's coming over!” you happily chirped, your hips bumping into the table where I ate breakfast. “Whoops! I'm not used to these!” you giggled as you rubbed your hips and waddled over to the cabinet. At 295lbs, you were fat, if not obese. Your latest outfit was more skimpy than anything I’d seen before. You said Melissa thought it looked great on you. You reached on your tip toes to the top cabinet, your crop top struggling to conceal your belly button and your pants cutting into you fat belly like dough rising out of a pan.
“These new snack cakes are so good! I’m so glad Melissa told me about them!” you moaned as you shoved an entire cake in your mouth and grabbed 2 others to eat in the living room.
The more Melissa came around, the fatter you got. At 500lbs, you told me Melissa was moving in. “I think it's best for all of us! We hang out so much, it'll be fun! Like roommates!” you reasoned with me, between bites of mac n cheese.
After you started working from home, you remained on the couch almost 100% of the time. Between outgrowing them constantly and not going to an office, you didn't see a reason for clothes. Melissa didn't protest as she fed you snacks as you worked and waited on you. Melissa had quit her job and was now doing “modeling” on internet. I had half an idea of what she was up to. Late nights you could hear moaning and all kinds of sounds coming from her new room.
At 600lbs, I caught Melissa and you having sex. Melissa was filming it and was upset that I ruined the scene. You didn't say a word to me, you were too busy stuffing your enormous body with salty and sugary snacks as Melissa was eating you out. The room reeked of weed, a new hobby Melissa introduced to you. Eyes glazed over you kept shoving fattening snacks into your greedy maw. I just walked out of the room, I had no words.
It wasn't long before you hit 650lbs. After getting fired from your corporate job, you made money “modeling” like Melissa. Most of these videos were just you being a complete slob on camera, eating, struggling to get out of bed or having Melissa fuck you while you stuffed your face. “Isn’t Melissa great?” You’d moan, lighting up the bong and taking a rip. “Can you hand me those chips?”, you’d say. Getting up was such a chore for you now.
Melissa would fuck you in our bed now and spent most of the night sleeping, cuddling and groping your fat, meaty gut. You’d giggle and kiss her while I slept on the very edge of the bed. You ate constantly. You stopped showering as frequently and the smell became too much. I moved to the living room as you continued to expand in our bed.
At 750lbs you stopped getting out of bed. Melissa tended to your every need. I’d constantly hear you and her moaning as she fucked and fed you. I’d go in every so often when you’d call, looking for me to go buy you and Melissa dinner. Your giant naked body was illuminated by the full glow of the tv, the hazy cloud of weed smoke obscuring your several chins.
“URPPPPPPPPPPP! Heyyyy babyyyyyy….” You’d slur, you were so high you thought I was Melissa who was in the bathroom. You continued trying to seduce me, flicking your new nipple ring that Melissa had pierced for you. After ignoring you, you resumed stuffing your face with candy and chips, unconcerned by my presence. Melissa came back in and nuzzled up against your massive belly, kissing it and nibbling on the rolls. Then you both kissed and moaned and the fucking resumed. I left the room to go pick up your giant orders of greasy fast food.
Life is different with you at 1000lbs, your days are full of lust and gluttony. Your enormous frame is pinned to what was once a bed that you and I shared. I think back to that little 120lbs girl and wonder if the behemoth mountain of fat in front of me would have come to be if not for Melissa. “I..... huff luvvvv... huff youuu Melisha.” You slurred with your mouth full. “Pleaseeee fuck meeeeee. I’m...huff...sho glad... huff.... we met...”