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Video is always better than still photos. I say eat anything you like. Real food of any kind, or junk food of any kind...it's all good if you like it right? If you really want a photographer I can be made availible given some cirrcumstances around work and so on.

A grand idea. I hope it comes together. I will attend when or if possible. Yes I suppose I could get into feeding you to make you fatter. I can understand the attraction in that, at least a little as it relates to squashing and so on.

I always hate to see a woman with such lovely skin destroy it with tattoos, but in your case
I will forgive you. You're such an awesome gorgeous fattie I barely notice the tatoos. I used to
draw images that would, I'd say, resemble your figure back when I was just a kid. I should
start trying to draw again. Applauded. How many times can I applaud one person?

I awoke from a very pleasant dream this moring. Seems that must have been you that I was with. I've been looking online for several minutes searching for you. I woke up before I made a mess. I think I'll go ahead and finish up now. Cheers.

I'm very excited by this epitome of beauty that is Rowan! DAMN!

If you are in the corporate world it should be common knowledge to you  that if
you do porn on the side, or even soft porn on the internet and do it for money
you are considered to be a prostitute as they see it. Corporate doesn't want to
have anyone know that a prostitute is working for them. Thats just how it is.

Quote from: thingirl on July 14, 2009, 08:06:18 AM

Quote from: MandyBlake on July 13, 2009, 07:56:55 PM
i would SOOOOOO get with her!

i think she wud look so cute under ur body as u have sex with her x

Meaning the picture isn't you. You're just some guy who gets off on people talking about fat girls squashing skinny girls. I kind of like that scenario myself, but my avatar pic is me...unfortunately.

Quote from: TXssbbwGODDESS on August 20, 2008, 04:09:05 PM
Tickling.

I *love* to either put somebody in restraints or use my weight by sitting or laying on them to hold them down and then...Tickle the hell out of them.  Only letting up long enough for them to catch their breath before going right back at it.

Oh really? I'm only good for squashing unfortunately...don't tickle me...I might be ticklish...that would detract
from the squashing...you can squash the hell out of me...lol

Probably not what you're looking for but I tried.

Now my fetish is for those bbw/ssbbw & trampling/squashing/crushing/smothering to the extreme...example:
a 450+ pound ssbbw doing butt drops over and over on my chest and or stomache as I lie on my back
upon a concrete floor, or seeing that done to someone else...as an example.

Welcome to bbwclubs...post pictures in the bbw model/picture section of the forum please...video in that video section and so on...you''re lovely by the way...again welcome to bbwclubs...put announcements, questions and such here in the general discussion section.

I had to leave for work in 2 hours. I was on 11pm to 7am shift. I decided to get a nap. I could use one, so I lied down on the couch. As soon as I dozed off I heard a noise. I felt the room shake and heard the wood creak under the weight of her steps. I knew what she had in mind as she slowly thundered over next to me and looked down at me smiling. She stepped forward to taughnt me. The bottom of her huge blubbery belly, exposed from under her night shirt, hung down just above my face. She always keeps her belly out over her pants or shorts, or in this case panties. All custom made for her. She never wears them properly though.

"No Sara don't! You're too heavy! I'm not in the mood!" I told her, but to no avail.

"Heavy! Heavy! I'll show you heavy. I'm going to pretend I weigh just 500 pounds again!" she replied.

I watched with dread as she turned 180 degrees and positioned her massive fat ass over me. Large portions of cellulite covered buttocks jiggled as they portruded out from under the panties on each side and 3 or 4 inches of the crack of her big ass was bare above the panties top line. The back of her night shirt was bunched up upon her ass shelf, baring her enormous ass hardly covered at all by her panties.

The 720 pounds of her came down onto me suddenly in a seemingly endless avalanche of soft jiggling flesh, the part I have always loved, enveloping me but then very quickly followed by an overwhelming, crushing force of weight, more weight than I can tolerate and certainly more weight than I can enjoy on top of me.

When Sara weighed 600 pounds she was on the verge of being more than I could handle and enjoy, but I still could just barely. She took me then to my very limit and a bit beyond where I wasn't able to breath sometimes from the presure of her weight on my chest and or abdomen, as she played out the same senarios from when she was just 500 pounds. When she was 500 pounds we had so much fun together with her squashing me for hours. It was a game we played always or usually leading to sex. She would bounce and drop down onto me with all her weight and just try as hard as she could to make me give up.

"One of these days I'll be so fat and weigh so much that all I'll have to do is sit on you and you'll give up right away." she often said at the time.

Back then she would give up before I did. The only time she ever got me to give up was when she had the idea to stand on me, and I boastfully agreed thinking I could take it, and show off some more. She was up to 535 pounds at that time. At first as I lied on the floor she put a foot on my stomach, stepped on it for not more than 5 seconds, forever to me, and totally crushed it. I didn't show weakness though I certainly felt it.

"Was that alright?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, go ahead." I falsely assured her.

"Alright. I'll try to keep my balance this time and really stand on you with both feet. I can't believe I'm doing this." she said, "All my weight, 535 pounds standing on another person, and you're such a small person compared to me. You are amazing." she continued.

I was small compared to her. At 5'7" I weighed 145 pounds. She was 5'10" weighing 535 pounds. She weighed 390 pounds more than me. That was such an awesome fact to me at the time too. She weighs 575 pounds more than me now though. We had only dreamed she would become so huge.

She was thinking that what she was about to do wouldn't harm me, might strain a bit she figured, but it wouldn't hurt me really because I had told her it was fine because my ego and macho male mentality. I didn't want to lose this game we liked to play. My hard male muscle and ruggedness agaist her soft feminine body this timeand wonderful heaviness.

Her foot sank into my abdomen again like the first time crushing it completely. I was in great physical agony, and in reaction my head and upper torso rose off the floor just as she placed her other foot across my chest, not noticing my agony in her activity to focus on getting her balance and keeping it. Why should she worry that she might kill me when I told her this would be fine? She only glanced down at me a half second to see that her foot was were she felt and thought it was across my chest so that she could then put her full weight down on it. She did just that. Her left foot crushed my stomach and her right foot crushed my upper chest, while she kept her head up and faced the wall in front of her. She balanced herself with just her fingertips agaist the wall so that she was standing on me with her full weight. She didn't notice my gasps and wheezing, and grunting. She didn't notice my hands touching, grasping, pushing, and slapping at her calves and feet trying to get her off of me as she was totally focused on keeping her balance. After about 45 seconds she began to lose her concentration and her balance and then noticed me under her. I was trying to gasp for air and was beat red in the face and she noticed apparently in some sort of distress.

"What?" she looked down asking me, "Are you giving up this time?"

All I could do was nod yes.

"Finally I'm heavy enough to win!" she exclaimed while still standing on me.

The passing seconds were like minutes as she still stood there on me crushing me to my near death. Finally after another 10 seconds she realized the severity of my distress as she saw in my face I was beggining to lose conciousness.

"Oh shit!" she yelled, "You told me this would be fine! Fuck! Have I killed you?" she yelled as she was stepping off of me.

The only way she could get off of me really was just like she had stepped onto me which was a foot at a time. However she lifted her foot off my stomach first placing her full weight onto her one foot which was on my chest, if for only 2 seconds, enough weight to dislocate my left clavicle from my ribcage, and cause a hair line fracture of my upper-mid sternum, and the top 3 ribs of my left side to varying degrees. The second rib down from the top was more so cracked. As she was attempting to get off me. Moving back her weight was displaced through the heel of her foot to left side of my chest causing this damage. We made a visit to the ER, and a couple nights stay at the hospital. I had surgery to connect my clavicle back to my ribcage.They put my left arm in a big cast that covered half my torso to immobileize it, so that my clavicle might heal. Wasn't much to do for my ribs, but they rapped up my ribcage, gave me some pain meds and sent me home.

It was like 4 months before the cast was removed, and we didn't play our game much for a while. After about 3 more months I felt 100% again and wanted to play as I really missed the sensation of Sara's flesh and weight on me.

She by this time had eaten her way to weighing 600 pounds. The sensation would be 65 pounds heavier than the last time we played. She was nearly too heavy by this time for me to really enjoy her weight from her just sitting on me, and I usually gave up within an hour of the game, and that was just by toughing it out, where before when she was not yet over 500 pounds I could hold out for 3 or 4 hours by which time she would give up trying and want to give me a oral sex till I was rock hard then have me fuck her into multiple orgasms for about 20 minutes. I couldn't go any longer. I'd orgasm by then. Soaked.

Now I was buried from my forehead down to mid-thigh under her enourmous blubbery ass. I strained to keep my head and therefore my face up. This caused my face to be crushed by what amounts to 70-85 pounds of her fat that was resting there on it, but that was better than having my neck nearly broken from all that weight twisting it. Within seconds all the air was exspelled from my lungs. I was being both crushed and suffocated. How wonderful. The pain from being crushed radiated rapidly throughout my entire body. Even the areas that had none of her weight on them. She didn't have to bounce or try at all to crush me flat. Her weight did that all by itself. I did however need air to breath and quickly which she was well aware. So to torment me while allowing me some oxygen she began to rock herself forward and back. She did this to create enough forward momentem to assist her to rise up off of me if only slighty. It would be enought if she could relieve me of 120-220 pounds of her weight for a couple of seconds. Then she would get the pleasure of dropping it back down on me and so crushing me flatter and taking my breath away again almost immediately. That is exactly what she did.

Walking down the beach I came across footprints in the sand. Ordinarily I wouldn't have paid these any attention but I suspected almost immediately upon seeing them that they were created by a woman, a very fat woman. The footprints were of a smaller woman's size, heel to toe, but were very wide, and sunken into the sand quite a bit deeper than my own footprints in the same wet sand. Following the tracks I quickly located the woman making these footprints in the sand. How amazing she looked from a distance with her hips clearly swaying side to side as she walked, or waddled more like. She was wearing an orange sort of silk or chaffon cover up, sort of like a very light material jacket I could tell as I could see it being blown about by the wind. Approaching nearer to her I discovered it was actually transparent in the right light, and under it was her bare ass, huge and blubbery and covered with cellulite, jiggling wildly as she moved. She was wearing a white bakkini with a thong bottom that revealed her magnificently large jiggling fat buttocks. She was a super sized hour glass shape. She was the fattest woman I had ever seen, at the time. She had to weigh 600 pounds, or 500 pounds at the very least. She was nearly 6' tall which allowed her to carry her weight well. She jiggled along the beach eating of coarse, an icecreme in a sugar cone in her left hand, and a flaffle in her right. She alternated nibbles of each while appearing to flaunt her indulgence to on lookers, and seeming to make her blubber bounce and jiggle a bit more than it would by her normal movement, particularly her mostly bare belly, which was also covered with cellulite, like her ass, and her massive thighs, all jiggling like jello.
I watched as she waddled towards a tent on the beach and disappeared into it. Then I heard a loud sound from inside the tent and the sound of a boys voice in distress, and perhaps more than one. There were moaning and grunting sounds, as well as gasps, and other odd sounds.
Then I was amazed to see a woman exiting the tent when I discovered it was a different woman who was none the less as stunning a blubbery beauty as the first. She was just as fat if not fatter than the other woman, but of a different body type. She was super sized no doubt weighing between 550 to 650 pounds, but was just 5'7" tall and carried much of her bulk via her belly, but also had massive upper arms and thighs. She wore a one piece swim suit, black with white polka dots, seemingly to flaunt her huge proportions. She had 4 half eaten corndogs in one hand and 4 more whole in her other hand soon to be consumed. She was eating them 4 at a time holding them between her fingers. She didn't put all 4 in her mouth at once, but took bights off each of the 4 each time she put them near her mouth. She only walked around outside the tent for a minute and returned inside.Her body glistening with sweat. A moment later the air vents were opened on the tent.

Suddenly a rush of cold air hit my face and I gasped to fill my lungs with air. She stood up and for a moment vanished out of sight. After a while she return pushing a cart, but I couldn't really see it. I could hear it. She pushed it along till she came to a stop beside the iron bed closest to the side I was on. She wheeled the cart around by a handle and had her back to me with the cart in fron of her. She then stepped back and up on the step, and pulled the cart right next to the bed as close as it could get. She then looked around her shoulder for one second, and then dropped her ass down onto me again with a huge crushing force, centering on my chest again. I was physically devistated. She then reached out and took something off the cart. She began to eat. She sat there on me for an hour and ate. The cart was loaded with pie, cake, cookies, and chocolate all of which she consumed while sitting on my chest with her tremendous weight crushing me flatter with each passing second, and with each she seemed to get heavier and heavier. She would wriggle about every so often just to cause me more agony, and possibly aid her diggestion of all the fattening sweets she was eating. I finally gave out and passed into darkness from the pain of her crushing me and lack of oxygen. When I awoke some time later I was in complete darkness.

I had a long story in my head, but I forgot it. I am very busy with my work, trying to make a real living, and having an actual retirement some day. I can't for the life of me think of where I was going with this.

After she had finally gotten her breath back she manuvered herself around on top of me unforgiving in the agony she caused me. Finally after a moment she was in the position she wanted to be in sitting now on my chest again. Though now her massive soft buttocks enveloped my face at first I thought to suffocate me, but then I was able to breathe slightly with a good bit of effort. She bounced upon me forcing me to react and expelling my breath as she then insured my face was wedged deeply into her ass crevase so that I was forced to inhale her sents from within the depths, if I was going to breathe at all. Though most of her weight was resting on my chest, a good deal of presure placed on my face caused my head to hurt severely with nothing to support it but the solid steel underneith. In only a moment my head felt just as bad as the rest of my body which she had crushed. At that moment she adjusted her position back slightly which buried my head under her ass almost entirely and for all intensive purposes putting so much of her weight on it. She was crushing my skull. My face flattened pressed hard into her. I was completely suffocated.

In a moment of relief I knew would last only a few seconds I could see her with my blurred vision standing over me, close to me, and then felt her touch once more. This time as she had done several times already she placed one of her feet onto my sore, bruised chest and then stepped up with her full weight to crush it again, and for a few seconds she maintained her balance standing there with all her weight on that foot. Again I could not breath. Sharp pain radiated from within my chest outwards. She brought her other foot down sinking it into my abdomen putting her full weight onto it so that she could move her other up higher on my chest. Making that adjustment she then returned her full weight onto my chest again on that foot, and then slid her other foot up from my abdomen placing it on my ribcage too, so she was standing on it full weight with both her feet to crush it completely. She shimmied and bounced to increase the presure, taking great pleasure in both her jiggling flesh, and the extreme distorted shape of my ribcage that she stood upon with all her 550 pounds. She mashed her feet into me like she was at the beach mashing them into the sand until it turned to mush. Her thighs wouldn't allow her to have her feet exactly together but they were close enough that she was stading with both feet on my chest. She was in a position that she could maintain her balance there, holding onto the bars above and did so for what seemed forever. I could only try to gasp for air, and hope she would stop trying to crush me to death.

After my chest had been flattened enough to satisfy her for the moment she stepped off of me. She then stepped down off the platform of the iron bed onto the step and then down onto the floor. She loosened the leg restraints a bit. She then came back up the side nearest my head and reached over and grasped me by my bicepts and slid my body towards her so that my head was now off the surface of steel plate leaving my skull hanging over that side a bit, which was actually more comfortable for my head with the smooth round metal pipe fitting well with the back of my neck. Unfortuneately she wasn't doing this for my comfort exactly. She stepped back up onto the step on one side of me facing my feet, then brought her outer leg up onto the the main surface which I was lying on, and made several manuvers until she was finally straddling my head facing away from my body. Her enormous fat thighs sandwiched my head at about her knees I guess. In this position she was now prepared for her next assault of me. She dropped slightly backwards and fell onto me, burying and squashing my entire chest very easily with her massive ass and all her weight dead on it with the intial blow. Then I suspect I got a little relief as her ass was quite a bit wider than my chest so maybe a bit of her weight was actually on the iron bed and not me I liked to think. The wind rushed out of me, but not back in. The force stuck me with a crushing blow. My alraedy very tenderized chest was flattened once again, but then she stood right back up fairly quickly, and I got a big breath of air, but only to have her drop her butt right back down onto me again. She did at least ten of these huge butt drops back to back before she stopped out of breath. Then she just sat there on my chest for another never ending moment as I gasped, weezed, coughed, grunted, and groaned under her. Her flesh almost completely smothering my face along with her weight barely allowing me to breath at all. She finally got up, and I was moved again. This time she slid me to one side of the iron bed next to an edge. My arm nearest that side was restrained up over my head to fully expose my now very fragile ribs on that side. She then stood on that step beside me, but this time seemed to almost jump up into the air, if only 1" up, before falling back down onto me again with a loud thud, bang, and thunderous clap, as all the soft flesh of her massive butt collided into me, this time coving me from chin to nuts just about. It wasn't any easier to take, especially after she had done it this way several more times, before being out of breath again herself, and then just sitting there on me forever as I lie dying it seemed.

I was lying on cold metal. It was sort of like a bed, but there wasn't a mattress. Just metal. There were four vertical post of 8" diameter iron pipe it looked like at the four corners of it, each rising about 8' up from floor. Connecting them about 2.5' above the floor were 4" diameter iron pipes in the horizontal fitted into the vertical ones all welded completely around their respective diameters between the vertical poles they were welded to. On top of the 4" pipe was the surface on which I was lying. A solid sheet of plate steel about 5/8" thick, 7' long, 7' across, welded to the 4", and the 8" pipe all the way around the structure. All the welds and edges were smooth. At the top of this thing was a network of more smaller diameter pipes that looked much like those monkey bars, in their arrangment, that I used to play on as a kid on the playground, but made of iron I believe, like the rest, but just 2"-3" in diameter. All the way around this iron bed was a 12" step made of plate steel. On each corner post was a pulley system connected to leather straps, connected to arm and leg restraints in which mine were in.

My entire body ached, muscles, joints and even my bones were hurting from having so much weight placed upon them. They, primarily my ribs, being flexed in ways bones aren't meant to flex, or at least not to such extreme angles and not for such long duration. My abdomen long given out to heavy assaults faired no better than my chest. My abdominals felt like they had been set on fire, extingished, leaving them in the condition of wet noodles, and then crushed into goo. My low back, on up to my shoulders were definately tweeked, even though they recieved no direct abuse as I lied on my back, but such heavy external force twisted my spine anyway.

I was being used to entertain a very sadistic woman. A very beautiful, very fat woman, who as it turned out has frequently lured FA guys like me into her trap, from either the bbw night club scene or from online, by suggesting to them, me, that she would be delighted to do certain things that we, I, love or desire fat women like her to do. I was so looking forward to fucking her from behind. She has that perfect body type and fattness for me. She is a super pear, with really big tits too, and she weighs around 550 very soft and round pounds. I invisioned her massive fat ass jiggling like jello as I would be thrusting into her and also I would be feeding her a load or two of my own special sauce, which she would greedily consume and then beg me for more. This little fantasy of mine would become like a painfull nightmare rather quickly.

I have time I'll try to start a new story. I have an idea in mind for an alternate history thing where huge fat women are the norm and they crush people at will in public which is for them an accepted behavior in society as if a fat woman sat on a bench in the park today. I'll write it in word first.

glad to see fuel keeping things going. I haven't really written in a long time
myself, sort of lost the drive for it. I have been squashed flat as a pancake
a few times since I've been away from here. Particularlly the last time a certain
470 pound woman stood with both her feet on my chest. I thought I had a cracked
rib or something. Strangely she sat on my chest and the pain went away. So the
she stood and dropped onto me full weight with her butt. Then she would sit bouncing
on me till I couldn't take anymore. Then she would trample my stomach and chest.
Then she would drop her butt on me again and sit there bouncing. She crushed me
almost without mercy for a period of 3 hours. I could hardly move afterwards.
Thing is she will do all this to me again in the near future, and I hate having
to wait 5 minutes for it much less some number of days till I can get the
scheduling at work to give me a day of recouperation after. Two days off in other words.
I want to have her stand on my chest for longer and do lots more butt drops. I like
it like that. Oh, she has even eaten a meal and dessert while sitting on me too, combining
2 fetishes into one. I'm not stating fiction here. This is in fact all true.

I get in a dark mood especially if I'm really tired and drinking, and
I'll get into stories that are dark, and then not even use good
grammar. Does it matter?

Many sessions I have survived without bones being broken. I have a lot
of bruised tissue, but finally at something like the 5000th time and she had
then managed to have eaten her way to a weight of 740 pounds and was
nearly immobile she sat on me, all over me, but was basically centered on my chest
as usual. My ribcage finally cracked from the presure of  her emmense weight. There
was nothing I could do. She had become used to sitting on me and then forgetting
about me until she had finished eating. So she sat there on me for three and a
half hours. My arms were pinned. She couldn't hear me. She sat on me and
crushed me while she ate I don't know how many pounds of food. I fell into unconsciousness
for much of the time. I somehow kept breathing enough to remain alive.
When she was finally satisfied and was attempting to get off of me, she fell back
down onto me several times before she finally made it to her feet, even with the
bench and hand rails I'd constructed for her. Those falls broke six of my ribs and
two others fractured.
Now out of the hospital, every day and night it is an arguement to keep her off of me.
She wants to sit on me or lie on me constantly even though she has already
crushed my ribcage. It seems to have excited her breaking my ribs. She is such a huge
mass of blubber now. Some time if I'm asleep she'll probably fall on me by accident I bet.
I see her thinking about it.

In a state near to the unconscious I felt only minor annoyances that could be thought
of as pain signals raidiating through my abdomen, chest, shoulders, and arms aswell
as my face. My brain was far to fatigued to recognize anything more.
How long had it been? Several hours must have past. I was lying down and I was on my
back. I felt tremendous presure of weight compressing me flatter and flatter to the floor.
I was in an environment of varying degrees of light. At moments there was more and
moments there was less light. I was very hot.
Beth was doing it again. Her absolute favorite thing, actually a few things combined.
Eating, physical envelopement and flattening of other bodies. That body being me.
My head was wedged between her soft 57" thighs topped with the 75 pounds of blubber
that was her belly and her enormous lard ass covered and encased my chest and stomach
supporting some several hundred of her 630 pounds. My groans and weezes in my struggle to
breath were faint benieth her, having to many inches of fat to get through to be heard
really. How much more could she eat? How much longer would I have to endure? Could I
endure this even for just 3 more minutes, or even 60 seconds?
If history repeats itself, she was completely concintrating on eating with the utmost in gluttony,
and would not be concerned of me benieth her until she was sated. Then she would
focus her attention to tormenting me with her weight. Bouncing and rocking.
The rib cage can handle tremendous loads given some consideration. Beth at 630 pounds
sat on mine and it didn't break. She sits on it for long eating sessions and it hasn't snapped.
"If I sit on your ribcage and it doesn't break I must not be fat enough." she said often.
We know that she could easily crush my rib cage given just a little for force, but she wants
to measure by gently sitting on it and it breaks from the sheer weight, that she is then fat
enough.
But now at this moment, I know she had a great deal to consume, I hope she finishes soon.
I want to be relieved of her weight, though I know the pain will increase as the blood
flow returns, and that my gasps for air will hurt. I want to be free again, at least till her next
eating session. Even if she wants to trample me some as she has in the past before she lets
me free I still want to end this session. Otherwise I hope to pass out right now.

Lisa has a passion for eating. Being a glutton is her favorite passtime. She made the decision when she met me that she was going to completely accept herself for the first time. This meant that she would no longer use food as an escape and comfort to her emotions, but rather eat simply for the enjoyment. She loves to eat. Why not actually enjoy it? There would also be no more dieting. No more attempts to lose weight. She wanted if anything to get fatter, for her own good, if thats what came of so much eating.
Last night we went out to a near by drive in. I ordered for her while she was munching on some cookie dough she had taken with her from the house. I ordered her 8 chili dogs, 4 large chili cheese fries, 2 large chocolate shakes, and 8 cheesecake slices for desert. She didn't look at all worried so I ordered her 2 double cheese burgers, 2 corndogs and a large soda too. I ordered a burger and some tots for myself and a large vanilla shake.
I have a passion for being flattened, particullarly having my chest sat on by lardass lovilies which Lisa just happens to be. I set all the bags of food down as she took me down directing me to lie down on the on the floor next to the table. She stepped on my stomach and over to the other side of me then squat down some before dropping her butt onto me with a huge thud. Her 450 pounds took my breath away, but that wasn't on Lisa's mind. She had a lot of food to eat. She spread her legs apart to allow her belly some freedom, and pulled the table closer to her. I was used to her sitting on me, but she hadn't done this on the floor before. Her weight felt much heavier than I was used to with no give to the hardwood floor. Her ass spread over me. My head was partially burried under her left buttock and my abs mashed benieth her right buttock. My ribs were the main load bearing element, and just seconds after she fell on me my chest was aching under the strain. My erection didn't seem at all bothered by my restricted breathing. Lisa seemed to be unconcerned of my wheezing and gasping, grunting and groaning as she never moved a pound of herself off of me.
In an hour she was finished eating, but took a few more minutes massaging her blubbery belly I could hear. Once she was off of me it took me a long moment before I could move because I was so sore.
... to be continued...

RuthAnn at the age of eight had a dream of how she wanted to live her life. This dream came to her one day as she sat upon a boy's chest while eating chocolate cake. The boy was practically helpless. None of the others spectating were going to help him. He wasn't even half her size. She was then already near 200 pounds. He could hardly breath. He just grunted and groaned while she sat there on him eating her chocolate cake and thinking to herself. The idea just came to her then as she wasn't even paying any attention to what she was doing really, other than stuffing her mouth with chocolate cake inbetween thoughts.
Twenty years later She was doing exactly what she had wanted to since she was eight. She was and had been living a life of total self indulgence. Her primary indulgence had been food. Food is what she loved most except for eating that is. She had by this time about tripled her weight to about 600 pounds. She had accomplished that by eating, eating more, and then eating more. She found the time to eat enogh to continue to gain weight even through all her school years, including her college, where she attained her degree which allowed her now, to work more than 90% of the time in her own home as a consultant for a very large computer and software firm. She had been working from her home for them now almost 4 years. This allowed her to eat most of the time while she worked even. A few individuals found themselves under her from time to time.A boyfriend here and there, or someone she had met online. It was then one afternoon a young skinny female technician came to her house to upgrade a few hardware pieces of equipment. This skinny young woman proposed to RuthAnn that she would be very grateful if she would sit on her. It was here that RuthAnn decided being that she weighed so much and would be increasing in weight continuously and seeing that her weight gave her great abilitiy to very easily squash people near to death if they so chose, and seeing that more and more were wanting to be flattened by her, she decided she should do this, actually persue it, a lot more often, or till she was to fat to move. She enjoyed squashing these people. It was always fun. This little skinny female was having the time of her life fighting just to breath as RuthAnn sat on her with her massive ass spread across her tiny little body from her face down to her thighs. Before the little woman left she requested RuthAnn sit on her face. That took some manuvering but was accomplished on her bed. RuthAnn's belly rested across the woman chest and stomach while the little woman's head was completely encased in her blubbery thighs and ass. The technician gathered her things and left 300 dollars on Ruthann's computer desk before she left. That was the begining of her third business.
Another some odd twenty years on RuthAnn had squashed so many people she had long since lost count. She had long since had to give up her consulting job but her other two made her plenty. There was her first which was her weight gain site. Since she had started it she had pretty much tripled her weight, which was now an immobile 1,775 pounds. She had lots of help now though. There was always at least 6 people around at all times, and when she needed to be moved as many as 40 people could be there in a few minutes. She had to help out all her house and most of the furniture was designed just for her needs. Most thing were automatic like doors, elevators and so on and the places she would sit, or lie upon where custom built and motorized. The people help her too like like helping her roll over, or help her slide off her platform or bed onto another, getting into and out of a pool, though not like you think. She would roll from one place to the other, and a few people were needed to help her move all that flesh she had. The people would thoughrouly bathe her at least twice daily, and moisturize her skin, and some were there to feed her. One or two were just there to help her when she had to go. 1,775 pounds of blubbery woman can't just move around any way she might like to.
Her second business was squashing which she was doing still among other things. A crane often would lift her up off her clients or down onto them. Then there were her people who would help her to roll onto or off someone or sometimes multiple persons. She was so enormous and heavy that she could flatten multiple people all at one time. She was so massive that she could make multiple people completely disappear under her blubbery expanses. The suffocation fetishist were some of her best clients. But her 1,775 pounds beconned many squash and crush freaks. Many were sent to hospital before they returned to their homes. Sometimes it took quite a while to get her off of people if the crane wasn't being used but nobody has been killed luckily. There have been many broken bones though. It's simple, about one quarter of her weight is still over 400 pounds and thats going to be the least amount of weight someone will have on them if she is really on them. 400-600 pounds or more on somebodys chest nonstop for twenty minutes or so. Sometimes they give out. Bones crack. Internal organs get mashed up some. But thats what they wanted.

Mathew loved to have his face buried in Beth's ass, or belly while she sat on his chest squashing him in ecstasy. He wouldn't fuss to much when Beth got so excited she just had to engulf him completely sitting her full weight on his face to bury him as deep into her as possible, and oddly enough she was nearly equal in pleasure doing this with either her ass or her belly. It was almost orgasmic to her when the feeling hit her to do this. If it wasn't sitting on his face, she would lie down on top of him with her belly over his face turning his face beat red from all her weight crushing it. Her belly was becoming close to equal preportion to her ass. It was becoming a blubberous droopy jiggling mass bouncing and swaying in front of her as she moved about. Like her wobbling cellulite covered ass, aswell as her hips and her thighs, breasts, and arms, it all jiggled a lot now from about any movement she made. She often found delight in seeing her fat jiggle and bounce when she was walking, and especially if she was bouncing up and down on top of Mathew.
...more to follow...

A couple of months went by and Beth worked hard doing her thing at the club three or four nights a weeks, and sometimes just a couple nights a week. She had become very popular. She spent more time focusing on eating and gaining weight. She had by this time acheived a goal of 350 pounds. Her ass had become like a couple of beach ball size mounds of pure fat, covered with cellulite, and she had a prominent ass shelf now.
It began around this period of time that Beth began to spend some time away from the club with one of her clients, Mathew, who had become her best customer aswell as a romantic interest to her. It was a rule in this buz that girls not get involved with customers, but she had gotten to know him very well, enough to trust him and want to please him too. Mathew wanted to help Beth gain as much weight as she wanted which she couldn't object to. He was also the only person she had ever done bussiness with at the club and gotten very turned on by. Touching him just turned her on even though most of the touching was done with just her ass. She often spent all her time with him under her ass while deep in coversation with him, or while totally pigging out on some food he had provided her. He brought her a pizza or two most of the time when he came to see her at the club, or a few hoggies, and sometimes a bucket of fried chicken, or a sack full of burgers. Beth would spend hours eating while she sat there on Mathew, usually sideways across him with her ass spread across his chest and stomach, and other times he liked her sitting more or less, just upon his chest with either her ass or her belly at his face.
...more soon to follow...

It is a bit weird...even for me.

Liz was doing fine on her own all things considered. It had been three months since she had put
her husband Sid in the ground. She missed him certainly, but she remained bussy out of necessity
to keep herself alive. It was now soley her responcability to tend to the traps, and lines, aswell as do
any of the game hunting required to provide her with all the meat and skins she needed. This Sid had
done for the most part the past years.
   It had been a good run they'd had living a dream in the Alaskan wilderness.A full twenty years they
had lived the exact life they wanted together far from the hustle and bustle of any city. Here it didn't
take endless amounts of money just to live with endless bills to pay. Here fire provided them free
heating and cooking, with an endless fuel supply provided by the forest around them. A well provided
them free water. Their property they paid for with cash and the cabin they built themselves. They had
two snow mobiles, two four wheelers, and a diesel truck that provided all the transportation they needed.
They had a 300 gallon storage tank for gasoline which they topped off once a year along with another for
diesel fuel and the truck itself had a 150 gallon tank in the bed aswell as the factory twin tanks.
A diesel generator provided any additional heat, powering electric heaters when, and where needed.
   The money that was needed to purchase the things like gas and diesel was made from guiding hunting
and fishing trips. Liz still took bookings as a guide. Some thought it unusual that such a fat woman
could do all that Liz did, weather it be hiking on foot or tracking on the ATV or snow mobile, she never
failed her clients because of her size. She wasn't shy to let it be known she weighed at least 400LBs,
was 5'7" tall, and was the best guide for at least 500 miles in any direction.
   One day Liz was on a scout trip for a coming bear hunt, when on her way back home she discovered
a lone wounded man lying on the trail. He looked like he had been on the recieving end of a bad ass
kicking, with parts of his skin and ragged clothing covered with blood. He had a few open wounds. He was
dehydrated, and not exactly lucid. She was able to get him aboard her ATV and was only five minutes from
home. Arriving there she took him inside and soon had him lying on a spare cot where she could tend
to his wounds. She removed all his clothing and cleaned all the blood off of him and then cleaned
and dressed his cuts. Then she dressed him in some of Sid's clothes she still had stored in a chest.
She hooked him up to an IV to treat his dehydration, and gave him some light pain medication. He had no
sign of broken bones at least. He slept like a baby.
   The next day as she checked on him he was shivering heavily and complaining of being cold. Liz moved
him closer to the fire and put another blanket on him, but she found him still shivering 20 minutes later. She
thought it wouldn't hurt to give him an injection of antibiotics. A couple hours later he still shivered. Liz
stripped naked and took the mans clothes off, before lying him back down, but now in her bed. In a moment
she was lying on her stomach on top of him completely blacketing his body under hers, as her fat
enveloped him. Within a moment he was shivering no more. He now had an erection though, poking her.
That she didn't really mind. It aroused her enough that she desired to have his erection and not let
it go to waste. She manuvered her body around until she had the erection staring her in the face. She
settled her body down onto him, took him in hand and then into her mouth. It was just a moment later
she was rewarded with a warm salty gooey snack which she whole heartedly consumed and made
sure to get every last drop. She was reminded of how she often enjoyed when Sid would feed her his
seed with an overwhelming fondness. She didn't cry long as she was just too horny but this mistery
man wasn't really capable of satisfying her at that moment. Liz headed for the shower and her now
beloved hand held pulsating shower head.
...more to follow...

Megan's husband of 12 years,John, was the luckiest bastard in the world as far as he was concerned. He had always been into fat gals ever since he was a kid. This much Megan knew. What he thought she didn't know was that he was a closet feeder. All those donuts she had eaten at work, her husband, often provided her if he was home before she went to work.
John and Megan had met in their freshman year of college, and were married 5 years later, after having attained their bachelors degrees and having had lived together for a year.
In all that time John thought he had managed to keep it a secret that he was a feeder, fearing he would be rejected for it. In his mind he was completely responcable for Megan's physical transformation from the average fat girl he met in college to the enormous blubbery goddess she was now. He was responcable for all the steaks, potatos, and pasta that she had eaten over the years along with all those donuts, plus his home made pizza, an inbetween of thin crust and pan, buried under several pounds of various meats and cheeses with just the right amount of sauce. He also made her deli style sandwhiches which she seemed to inhale they were so good to her. His fudge brownies never lasted long.
This is why John felt he was totally responcable for Megan's weight gain, of which he felt great pride. This is why she had gained 250 pounds in the past 10 years, or so, John thought.
...more to follow...

It made Megan furrious when things didn't go her way. The first thing that came to her mind was that she wanted to crush whoever might be obstructing an objective of hers. She had never acted on her thoughts, but she thought of herself, and her weighing something well over 500 pounds, that sitting or standing on certain individuals that were frequently pissing her off would be completely justified, and probably a great way to vent her feelings, at least for her. She worked as the office manager for an insurance agency. Crushing her underlings to death wouldn't go over well up stairs probably so she kept a tight control on her urge to do that.
She had been the office manager for the last 5 years, and had been with the company for 10 years, during which she had gained about 250 pounds. All those donuts she had eaten over ten years were certainly a factor in that, but she didn't really mind being a super size woman. She felt content at least never feeling a need to diet, and her health was fine, as opposed to what society and most doctors said.
She had worked her way thru school earning her masters in business and administration. She had saved the company a few hundred thousand dollars by running her office efficiently, and overseeing accounting, which the accounting supervisor was supposed to do. She fired him, and did the job herself. What thanks did she get? Zero.
Megan knew she was overdue for a promotion to district manager. She also knew that she hadn't recieved it because one, she wasn't a man, and two, she was a very fat woman. She was just waiting for the company to try and let her go so she could sue them and never have to work so hard again.
...more to follow...

me and the wife will have to do something like that for an update one of these days...she is that size if not bigger.

It was two weeks before the private party, and Beth spent every possible free second eating so she could be as fat and heavy as possible for it. The night of the event she had eaten her way up to 258 pounds. She felt confident it would be a good night though she wished she could already be 350 pounds.
She arrived at the party and within a few seconds was approached by her first clients, a couple actually. They escorted Beth to a reserved area of the mansion where there would be just enough space to get what they wanted.
It was the easiest 1200 bucks Beth had ever made. The guy stripped, the woman stripped, and all Beth had to take off was her shoes. The guy laid down on the floor as did the woman and Beth did nothing but stand and walk on their chests and stomachs for a half hour. Then the woman got up and sat on the guys face while Beth stood on the guys chest. After a few minutes of this the guys erection oozed his cum and they were done.
A moment later Beth had her second client, a single guy. He took her to another area where he had some food and drink waiting for her.
Ã,  Ã,  Ã, ââ,¬Å"Damnââ,¬Â¦I was just stuffing myself in the car five minutes before I came inââ,¬Â¦well its been over an hourââ,¬Â¦I could eat something.ââ,¬Â She told the guy.
He prepared everything and took his place sitting in a reclined position with his head resting on a plush chair, on which Beth would then sit and eat. There were four video cameras, each recording this from different angles. Beth again removed her shoes, and then her skirt. The guy really liked her thong panties. First she sat down on his face so her vulva was against his mouth. She sat like this and ate donuts, cookies, and cheesecake, and had cold half and half to drink it down with. After ten minutes the guy requested she adjust her position, pivoting her hips slightly more forward and sitting more on her ass to place his nose in direct contact with her anus, but for a thin piece of fabric. She sat like this for a half hour hearing and feeling the guy under her breathe as best he could. The guy hadnââ,¬â,,¢t suggested it but Beth figured if she farted it would be alright and just so happened, she needed to fart. The guy seemed to wriggle with glee when she let loose. In a moment after her third or fourth fart he was finished. Now he wanted her to trample him. Beth stomped him, stood on him and walked on him all as he directed. She was amazed when she stood with one foot planted on the guys face crushing it flat to his skull and he seemed to like it.
Several clients conducted business with Beth until well into the morning. She was exhausted from all the trampling and jumping and stomping, and belly flops and butt drops she had done. She had about 9,000 dollars. It was time to go home.
...more to follow...

The first night she walked out of the club with $400.00 in her pocket after giving Carol her percentage. That wasnââ,¬â,,¢t bad for what was really just a few minutes work, shaking her ass for six or seven songs. She made no less and worked no harder each night for the rest of the week, and made sure to eat plenty throughout each day. By the end of the first week she was up to 223 pounds.
The second week Beth started in the VIP room. Things were different in there. It was just 25 bucks plus sometimes a tip for one song during which she danced for just one customer. However she could have a customer for every single song, or, every other song played for the entire night if she wanted to, so she could make, for example $300.00 or more in just one hour, if she had the customers lined up. She did, and she walked out of the club with at least $1,000 every night, still feeling all those erections poking her ass.
The second week Beth, though having worked much harder than the previous week, still managed to gain another eight pounds making her weight 231 pounds. She started in VIP Plus room. There she was paid 50 bucks plus any tips for a single song during which she would fulfill many fantasies, most all but for actual sex, and most of which was merely sitting or standing on her customer.
Beth quickly learned, since there was a demand for it, how to do butt drops and became quite popular for them. She would do dozens in a night, dropping her big ass down onto a customerââ,¬â,,¢s desired target. It was usually their chest, sometimes their stomach, but some liked their head or groin dropped on. She also learned how to trample her customers that wanted her to do so. She also quickly adapted to having a customers face buried between her buttocks. All this was new to her but she was soon used to it. She made on average 500 bucks an hour. By the end of that week Beth had eaten her way up to 240 pounds.
Bethââ,¬â,,¢s second night in the VIP Plus room one of the other women gave her a business card while she and Beth were sitting on one of the couches together, with each of them on their respective client. All that was on the card was an address, date, and time.
ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢re Beth right?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Yes.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢m Sharon.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Nice to meet you.ââ,¬Â Beth said.
ââ,¬Å"If youââ,¬â,,¢re interestedââ,¬Â¦this is a guaranteed moneymakerââ,¬Â¦youââ,¬â,,¢ll get a thousand an hour at leastââ,¬Â¦itââ,¬â,,¢s all rich guys that show up there.ââ,¬Â Sharon told her.
ââ,¬Å"Thousand an hour for what?ââ,¬Â Beth asked.
ââ,¬Å"Doing what youââ,¬â,,¢re doing right nowââ,¬Â¦any more is up to you.ââ,¬Â Sharon answered.
ââ,¬Å"Oh really?...what is this place?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Itââ,¬â,,¢s a huge mansionââ,¬Â¦this guy has these invitation only parties once or twice a monthââ,¬Â¦itââ,¬â,,¢s a bunch of rich men and even some women that donââ,¬â,,¢t wish to come to a place like this clubââ,¬Â¦itââ,¬â,,¢s hush hush.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Sounds kind of weird.ââ,¬Â Beth said.
ââ,¬Å"Wellââ,¬Â¦it takes some getting used toââ,¬Â¦but itââ,¬â,,¢s really no different than hereââ,¬Â¦just weââ,¬â,,¢re in a real nice home and weââ,¬â,,¢re getting paid serious moneyââ,¬Â¦thatââ,¬â,,¢s it.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"I might try it.ââ,¬Â Beth said.
ââ,¬Å"Wellââ,¬Â¦one other thingââ,¬Â¦these people are real serious about their fetishââ,¬Â¦and real serious about their privacyââ,¬Â¦you might be asked to really do something you will probably think you shouldnââ,¬â,,¢t doââ,¬Â¦I donââ,¬â,,¢t mean like having sex or giving head or anything like thatââ,¬Â¦I mean there are those who really want you to hurt themââ,¬Â¦and I donââ,¬â,,¢t mean pretend, like what Tonya does with that one guyââ,¬Â¦I mean you will be asked to trample or butt drop someone on a marble floor and reallyââ,¬Â¦really hurt themââ,¬Â¦you might find someone who wants you to sit on their face and suffocate them till they pass outââ,¬Â¦stuff like thatââ,¬Â¦and the typical BDS&M stuffââ,¬Â¦leatherââ,¬Â¦chainsââ,¬Â¦whips.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Alrightââ,¬Â¦I get itââ,¬Â¦alrightââ,¬Â¦I said Iââ,¬â,,¢ll try it.ââ,¬Â Beth said.
ââ,¬Å"Coolââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢ll be thereââ,¬Â¦I have at least three grand coming just for showing upââ,¬Â¦this guy told me heââ,¬â,,¢d pay me a hundred bucks for each pound I gain next time I see him,ââ,¬Â Sharon giggled, ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢ve gained at least 30 pounds.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Oh coolââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢d like to get a deal like thatââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢m trying to get really fat.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"You and me bothââ,¬Â¦shitââ,¬Â¦every one of us in here is doing that.ââ,¬Â
By the end of the night Bethââ,¬â,,¢s back was sore from all the butt drops. She walked out of the club with about 1200 bucks, making her feel better. She had the idea of lotââ,¬â,,¢s more cash that she could make at the private party soon to come.

Beth felt a bit nervous, it being her first night at her new job, but all the other girls seemed so nice welcoming her into their group that she soon relaxed.
It had been only two days since she was let go from her old job, and she was so happy to have found this place, and only ten minutes from home, compared to the forty-five minutes it took her to get to her old job way on the other side of the city.
This new place was called ââ,¬ËœSoftiesââ,¬â,,¢, and it like the last place Beth worked was a strip club. The difference was the old place wanted stick figured women as dancers and the new place hired only curvy, full figured, fat women as dancers, which Beth had become over the past few years.
Although she was tall, 5ââ,¬â,,¢10ââ,¬Â, she no longer remained the slender and firm 128 pound woman she had been, as she discovered one day on her bathroom scale that showed her weight as 191 pounds. This was due to the three years of sleeping all day and partying all night that she had done working in the old club. She never ate balanced meals, and usually ate in her car either going to or from work. Pizza, fried chicken, burgers, and burritos were all a staple of her food intake when she managed to eat while at home.
A week and a half after that day on the bathroom scale Beth thought she had gained more weight and got on the scale again. It read 207 pounds. That night she was fired from the club.
ââ,¬Å"What next?ââ,¬Â She said to herself.
It was only a couple days later Beth was driving around thinking about what she would do, and then she saw the sign for ââ,¬ËœSoftiesââ,¬â,,¢. She parked and went inside. The place was crowded for a weekday, especially for the afternoon hour. Usually the old club never had this many customers at this time on a weekday.
Two women were on the stage doing their thing, and both were Bethââ,¬â,,¢s size, and a bit heavier maybe. They were both receiving good tips as several customers stood next to the runways. They both had on thong back panties and both were not trying to hide their respective pudgy stomachs nor their fat rolls, and the cellulite jiggled on their asses freely in full view of all interested, which also didnââ,¬â,,¢t seem to bother either of the two women.
Beth noticed two doorways at the back of the club, and then a very well dressed fat woman came from behind her and introduced herself.
ââ,¬Å"Can I help you?ââ,¬Â the woman asked.
ââ,¬Å"Ohââ,¬Â¦helloââ,¬Â¦.I was just curious about this place.ââ,¬Â Beth replied.
ââ,¬Å"Wellââ,¬Â¦what would you like to know?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"This is a strip club?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Yesââ,¬Â¦youââ,¬â,,¢re rightââ,¬Â¦.it is.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"There areââ,¬Â¦there areââ,¬Â¦the dancers areââ,¬Â¦Ã¢â,¬Â Beth tried to ask.
ââ,¬Å"Every dancer that works for me weighs at least 200 pounds.ââ,¬Â The woman announced, ââ,¬Å"You are a lovely big girlââ,¬Â¦you could work here if you were interested.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Wellââ,¬Â¦yesââ,¬Â¦thatââ,¬â,,¢s what I was wondering.ââ,¬Â Beth replied.
ââ,¬Å"Sure!...just go in the office right over thereââ,¬Â¦tell Johnny that Carol sent youââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢m Carol,ââ,¬Â she said as she shook Bethââ,¬â,,¢s hand, ââ,¬Å"and heââ,¬â,,¢ll set you upââ,¬Â¦you can start tonight probably if you want.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Great!...oh Iââ,¬â,,¢m Beth.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Well Bethââ,¬Â¦.nice to meet you. Just go to the office and see Johnny.ââ,¬Â Carol told her shaking her hand again.
Beth went into the office and saw a guy sitting behind a desk.
ââ,¬Å"Are you Johnny?ââ,¬Â she asked him as she came to stand in front of his desk.
ââ,¬Å"Yes I am.ââ,¬Â He answered.
Beth reach over the desk to shake his hand.
ââ,¬Å"Helloââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢m Bethââ,¬Â¦Carol just sent me in here to talk to you.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"You want to dance here?ââ,¬Â Johnny asked.
ââ,¬Å"I sure would like toââ,¬Â Beth replied.
ââ,¬Å"Have you danced before?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Yes I was just dancing at a place across town, but I suppose they didnââ,¬â,,¢t like all the weight I gainedââ,¬Â¦so here I am.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"You wonââ,¬â,,¢t have any problem with that here.ââ,¬Â Johnny told her.
ââ,¬Å"With what?...weight gain?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Yeahââ,¬Â¦most of the girls here really try to gain weightââ,¬Â¦the fatter ones usually make more money.ââ,¬Â Johnny told her.
ââ,¬Å"Oh wowââ,¬Â¦really?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Yupââ,¬Â¦no joke.ââ,¬Â Johnny said, ââ,¬ÂWeââ,¬â,,¢re all fat friendly here.ââ,¬Â He went on, ââ,¬Å"So you want to start tonight?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Works for me.ââ,¬Â Beth answered, though she wasnââ,¬â,,¢t used to the word ââ,¬Ëœfatââ,¬â,,¢ being used so openly.
ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢ll start you out on the runwaysââ,¬Â¦if you do well maybe you can get in the VIP room, if you do lap dances, next weekââ,¬Â¦you can make a lot of cash thereââ,¬Â¦if youââ,¬â,,¢re into it, the VIP plus room the week after thatââ,¬Â¦were you can make even moreââ,¬Â¦ask any of the other girlsââ,¬Â¦theyââ,¬â,,¢ll explain it to youââ,¬Â¦you go on tonightââ,¬Â¦atââ,¬Â¦8:45ââ,¬Â¦bring your own CDs and the DJ will play the songs you wantââ,¬Â¦I suggest you wear a thong with that ass you haveââ,¬Â¦and thatââ,¬â,,¢s it.ââ,¬Â He explained in one big breath.
ââ,¬Å"Greatââ,¬Â¦thanks Johnnyââ,¬Â¦nice to meet youââ,¬Â¦bye.ââ,¬Â Beth said shaking his hand before she walked out of the office.
ââ,¬Å"Donââ,¬â,,¢t be lateââ,¬Â¦.good luck.ââ,¬Â Johnny told her loudly as she walked away.
Beth returned to her car and drove home feeling an excitement she hadnââ,¬â,,¢t felt before. She felt euphoric. Arriving home she ate some left over pizza, and then took a nap for a couple hours before she got up to get ready for work.
She was back at the club at 8:15, thirty minutes early. She carried her bag on her shoulder. Carol pointed her towards the dressing room and smiled at her.
There were at least 25 girls in the dressing room which was fortunately very large, with plenty of seating, mirrors, and nice clean showers, and lots of lockers for storing the dancers gear.
Many of the girls were very large women, well over 200 pounds, and some at least 400 pounds Beth guessed. One or two of these women had to be some of the fattest females alive she thought. They were twice most of the others size, at least 500 pounds, maybe 600 or 700 pounds Beth wondered.
ââ,¬Å"Hiââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢m Tonya.ââ,¬Â One of the 300 something pounders said introducing herself.
ââ,¬Å"Helloââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢m Beth.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Welcome Bethââ,¬Â¦When are you on?ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"8:45ââ,¬Â Beth answered.
ââ,¬Å"You have some timeââ,¬Â¦donââ,¬â,,¢t worryââ,¬Â¦relaxââ,¬Â¦youââ,¬â,,¢ll do just fineââ,¬Â¦the guys out there will really like you.ââ,¬Â Tonya assured her.
ââ,¬Å"What about the VIP room?ââ,¬Â Beth asked.
ââ,¬Å"Itââ,¬â,,¢s no big dealââ,¬Â¦once you get your customersââ,¬Â¦youââ,¬â,,¢ll give em lap dances back thereââ,¬Â¦real money is in the ââ,¬Ëœfetishââ,¬â,,¢ room.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"Whatââ,¬â,,¢s that?ââ,¬Â Beth asked.
ââ,¬Å"Thatââ,¬â,,¢s where you take some of the special clientsââ,¬Â¦the VIP plus roomââ,¬Â¦guys will pay you ridiculous money to sit on themââ,¬Â¦stand on themââ,¬Â¦stuff like thatââ,¬Â¦half of my regulars do business with me thereââ,¬Â¦I make more money from guys that want me to literally try and crush them flat as a pancakeââ,¬Â¦I weigh 347 pounds and gaining as fast as I can girlââ,¬Â¦ some love me to jump up and down on themââ,¬Â¦trample themââ,¬Â¦one of my guys always asks me to break his ribs when he comes inââ,¬Â¦another guy has me drop my fat ass onto his headââ,¬Â¦then he wants me to fart on his faceââ,¬Â¦he pays me between 400 and 600 bucks every night he comes inââ,¬Â¦thatââ,¬â,,¢s just from himââ,¬Â¦girlââ,¬Â¦I was about your size when I started hereââ,¬Â¦youââ,¬â,,¢ll make lots more if you gain weightââ,¬Â¦the more you gain the more you makeââ,¬Â¦Iââ,¬â,,¢m serious girl!ââ,¬Â Tonya told her as if she had known Beth for years.
Beth was listening very great interest.
ââ,¬Å"Wowââ,¬Â¦thatââ,¬â,,¢s amazing.ââ,¬Â She replied with a giggle, ââ,¬Å"I think Iââ,¬â,,¢ll have to do thatââ,¬Â¦I do love to eatââ,¬Â¦I have gained 16 pounds already within the last two weeks.ââ,¬Â Beth admitted.
ââ,¬Å"You go girlââ,¬Â¦youââ,¬â,,¢ll make that money the more you weighââ,¬Â¦.I know.ââ,¬Â Tonya said rubbing her thumb and fingers together symbolizing the cash while she was patting her belly with her other hand making it jiggle like jello.
Beth looked down at her pudgy gut with its three rolls of fesh it had as she sat down. She pat it with both hands.
ââ,¬Å"This isnââ,¬â,,¢t where Iââ,¬â,,¢ll gain a lot of weight,ââ,¬Â she said as she looked at the clock on the wall and stood up, ââ,¬ÂMy weight will be developing below my waist.ââ,¬Â She said as she pat her cellulite covered ass and then her widening hips and thighs.
ââ,¬Å"You shake that junk for those guys and youââ,¬â,,¢ll do very well tonight on the runways honey.ââ,¬Â Tonya told her.
ââ,¬Å"Thatââ,¬â,,¢s exactly what Iââ,¬â,,¢m going to do in just a few more minutes.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"You knock em in the head with that ass.ââ,¬Â
ââ,¬Å"I will.ââ,¬Â Beth answered as she went about her way to go get ready.
She saw there were several weight scales around and just before she put her outfit on she stepped up onto the one near her locker. It read 212 pounds.
ââ,¬Å"Sweet.ââ,¬Â Beth said quietly to herself as she slipped on her thong.
A moment later she was out on the stage shaking her fleshy body for as much as she could get. That was about 50 something bucks after just one song. It was going to be good working there Beth knew.

By this time, Linda had purchased a digital weight scale that went up to 1000 pounds, with a readout that she could mount on the wall at her eye level. It was connected to the main unit via cord. She was getting worried of becoming immoble, but for peculiar reasons. She wanted to always be able to do her standing butt drops, and belly flops, and be able to trample people. Yet in 12 weeks time she had eaten her way up to 720 pounds putting her in an awful mood. Linda turned to the little man standing beside her and smiling down at him she wrapped her arms around his head pulling him into her naked blubbery body. She just fell forwardand landed on the floor with a loud thud and a smack of so much flesh hitting the floor. This instantly made her feel better as she lie on the cool floor she fold her arms and rest her head on them. One couldn't know that there was a man under her. He was completely invisable. His head was burried under her breasts and paunch. Her expansive belly covered most of his body and her hips, thighs, and massive fat calves covered the rest of him. Unfortunately he could not breathe at all due to being smothered, and Linda rolled off him in about a minute and a half when she felt him really struggling under her for air. She manuvered onto her side but his body was still in the blanket of her blubbery flesh spread over him, her breasts, belly, and thighs. Now her weight off him was enough that he could grab a gasp of air. He had taken only 2 and was suddenly compressed and encased completely under her flesh again. Linda played this game for an hour until she felt a bit sore herself from being on the hard floor for so long. She felt very hungry.

Linda shoved him around like an 18 wheeler to a VW Bug, throwing him onto the couch, bed or floor like he was a rag doll. She dropped herself onto his body not holding back whatsoever. He let out loud grunts and sqealed with agony, then strugled to breathe each time afterwards until she would remove herself off of him enough that he could breathe. Linda did so many butt drops in a row, dropping her 650-675 pounds onto his body, so that her massive ass burried his head, chest, stomache, and pelvis each time as he lie on the floor. It would take her several minutes to get back up, and he would roll around back and fourth on the floor agonizing from pain and gasping for air. Linda would get back on her feet and stand over him to do another butt drop on him and she would land on him in whichever position he was in, on his back, front, or balled up on his side. His bones, pretty much all of them, were dislocated, dislodged, flexed, cracked, or broken. Before Linda was satisfied after she got up from her last butt drop, she felt she had to feel his mangled body crushed under her feet. She rolled his head under one foot teasing him, placing a few hundred pounds of her weight on it. Then she planted that foot onto his chest and stepped up. There was a very audible snap/cruch sound, as she brought her other foot off the floor, and placed it on his pelvis. She stood there basking in her own glory in a full length mirror. She noticed her foot crushing down onto his chest looked to be nearly on the floor. Finally she gave him mercy. He was in the hospital for 7 weeks, and then another 5 weeks later showed up on Linda's doorstep again.

Finally after several months Linda found just the person she had sought for so long. He was a man who immediately took to her with great devotion to please her in every way he could. This took great courage as it seemed Linda was often trying to kill him, trying to completely flatten his small body in the fashion she had so often dreamed about. Yet he survived this frequent tourture, enduring extreme relentless periods of compression and suffocation, often resulting in his bodily injury.
Linda had now even more weight by this time to punish her crushee with. She had eaten her way up to 650 pounds at least. She was closer to 675 pounds probably on her tall 6' frame. She knew she shouldn't allow her weight to go over 700 pounds for she already found it very difficult to get around. Certainly she wouldn't go any higher than 750 pounds. That would be plenty she knew. Her new devoted crushee however was a mere 5'3" tall and 140 pounds. He was a bit chubby, but it seemed hard as steel mentally and physically.

Most of the time Linda's thoughts were only of her flattening someone benieth her. Whatever she was doing this thought was likely on her mind. She simply felt that it was her right to use her enormous bulk in this way. She had to out of need just like she had to breath, she had to eat and drink. She thought often that ones suffering as her weight flattened them was of little or no concern to her. She sometimes felt aroused by that thought. A 600 pound woman, perhaps sitting upon a skinny little man or woman so that her weight disallowed them to breath, allowed them no defense, and made their bodies compress beyond their actual physical limits. This was exciting to her. She wished everyone else in the world were little people, very small and short and she would go around just crushing them all under her with belly flops, butt drops, and stomping them with her feet. But who could she crush so relentlessly? No client of hers desired such fierce flattening, and none of her other accquaintences she squashed could handle this either. They were all to big anyway, and her brother...well....maybe she could get by just punishing him some more. He had become fat. Linda didn't like that at all. Making him suffer her weight would have to do. She could be a bit more carefree in flattening him since she had been doing so for most of his life. That would have to do for the time being.

It's easy to say Linda is obsessed with a few things. She constantly adores and pampers her own belly. When she isn't gorging it with food,an obsession, she will have her hands on it massaging it and rubbing lotion into the great expanse of flesh, another obsession. She'll sit with it's heaviness hanging between her legs, an obsession, as she observes it from a few different mirrors. She also lies on one side and her belly spreads out in front of her. This she views from a mirror on the ceiling, seemingly obsession aswell. She purposely bumps into things with her belly and knocks them over, could be an obsession. She becomes aroused by these things. The greatest of all is when she bumps someone with her belly knocking them down and then plops her ass down on top of them. That is close to being orgasmic to her somehow. It may be her favorite activity, flattening people, though eating might have this position. The two are close in order certainly. There is another item she enjoys as well. A fetish of crushing which is well documented. Many ladies have web sites on this, where in they crush various objects and things under thier feet ,sometimes barefoot, sometimes not. Various footwear may be involved. So, Linda enjoys such things like that, crushing something under her foot putting her entire weight on it. By the way if the object happens to be a person this is called trampling, a quite popular little obsession with many. However, though Linda has trampled a time or two and crushed things under her feet, it is a variation of crushing that pleases her most, and guess what? It involves her belly. She is always enthused about crushing things under her belly. She has a special table she uses just for that. She sets something, often food, such as grapes, or bananna, perhaps pie or cake on the table, or some object or thing, and she'll stand next to the table and pick her belly up, as much as she can, and drop it onto the table, crushing whats benieth with nothing but the weight of all the blubber contained within her belly. a minimum of 50 pounds of fat, which turns stuff like grapes and bananna to mush, and breaks things like model cars,planes, and boats into pieces. So with this she plays a giant dominating the entire world, an obsession.
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very interesting...please continue.
And I hate replying here in the way, but oh well.

Now at something near 600 pounds Linda is happy to be living the life she had desired since she was a little girl. She had always wanted to be able to eat as much as she could as often as she could so that she could attain great fattness. This she had certainly achieved. She also had wished that with her great fattness, her great weight she could use to dominate others. She especially enjoyed sitting on skinny boys and girls chests and hearing them wheez and grunt and groan as her weight flattened them benieth her. Well...not boys and girls anymore. She was just too heavy to sit on them anymore, at least those that were younger than her with just a few exceptions. Her younger brother she had been sitting on since she was 5 and he was 3. He had become adept at handling her great weight with it ever increasing. Linda, now at nearly 600 pounds is just 19 years old. The only other exceptions are a brother and sister she will watch from time to time. The boy is 14 and the girl is 15. Linda has been sitting on them when she could since she was 12, so they have been getting sat on for 7 years. They handle her weight almost as well as her brother. The only other people she can sit on are adult men. She has gotten to know several she had met online. They all pay her $300.00 an hour as she sits on them when they meet in motel rooms. There are several others making inquiries.
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About an hour later Brenda awoke from her nap still feeling full but knowing she had to get her
next meal started and by the time it was done she'd be hungry again and ready to eat till she was
absolutely stuffed. She set about preparing the items she would consume. She battered up a few
pork chops to fry, boiled several potatoes she would then turn to mash, and made a big pan of
white gravy, and a pot of sweet creamed corn. She had a big pan of cornbread too. She had made
an apple pie the night before that would be dessert.
     By the time all this food was ready she was starving.
     *Now all I need is a seat cushion...I don't want to get a splinter in my delicate flesh from that
old bench* she thought to herself.
     She waddled to her front door hearing a commotion and found the usual group scrambling about
as they did every day practically. One of them carelessly came close enough to her that she could
grab hold of him, and she dragged him kicking and screaming back to her table, placing him on his
back down on the bench and she as swiftly as possible sat down on him. She first had to stradle
him just to keep him from getting away from her. He was fussing a lot more than the one from the
morning had done. With her weight on him he was pinned and fairly defenseless to her, so she was
able to lift her outside leg up enough that she could turn the 90 degrees nessessary to face the table
and begin to eat her meal. The little lad was burried benieth her just as the previous one had been.
About all he could do was squirm a little but that stopped after a short period, as her punishing weight
bear down on him, exhausting his energy to fight it.
      As with her breakfast meal, she consumed every morsel of this one with controlled pace, as not
to prematurely feel full. She consumed a drink of milk, water, or beer every few minutes to aid in digestion.
The process of eating everything, 7 pork chops, the big pot of mashed potatoes with melted butter, all the
gravy and creamed corn, the pan of cornbread crumbled into milk, the entire apple pie, half a gallon of
milk, and a couple or three pints of beer she had spent an hour and fourty minutes, she decided though
quite full she felt she could still eat more, so she stood carefully not to knock over her bench sliding the table
away from her and went to the refridgerator, and in a moment returned to sit on her cushion again to
eat three leftover chicken breast she fried a couple of days before and finish the half a deepdish cherry cobbler
left from the same meal.
     She hadn't paid much attention when she taken her seat again, and remained straddling her bench and seat
cushion. She had become preoccupied with completely stuffing herself, being gluttonous. Her massive pendullous
belly lie spread out resting on the bench between her thighs. It hang over the edge in front of her and agaist her
thighs to the sides.Benieth it was the lads head incased in her blubbery overflowing gut struggling to breath
what little he could. She finished the chicken and the cobbler in about 15 minutes and then felt sated for the
time being. Gorged.
     The crushed little being benieth her was left whimpering as she retired to her bed to sleep and absorb all she
had eaten into more fat, and more weight.

Brenda just loved her life, she loved the way she looked, she loved being so
fat, she loved being so heavy.
           "How much do I weigh thismorning...lets see shall we." she said aloud to her-
self, as she got out of bed and walked over to the scale. She stepped onto it.
           "Wonderful!", she exclaimed,"I've gained five more pounds overnight." as she
looked at the gage which shown the number "600" plus 5 marks where the needle stopped.
           "I should put them to some good use today...but I need to eat too...hummm".
she said considering how to go about things to begin her day.
           She made her way to the kitchen and began to prepare her breakfast. She
scrambled 7 eggs, fried 7 pieces of bacon, and 7 sausage paties, and then made
an additional 7 buttermilk pancakes and a pot of oatmeal, about 7 bowls worth. She
had recently began a new weight gain plan which was to eat anything she wanted and
as much as she could, and eat more each time she ate. The morning before she had
eaten 6 of everything, and 5 of everything the morning before that which was the first
day of the plan and she thought she would pop she felt so full.
          "I can't imagine how I will feel when I'm up to 12 of everything." she said to her-
self. But for now this was challeng enough. This was just the first of 5 big meals for
the day. Now to begin. She had placed everything on the table before her and looked
down at the hard wooden bench she would be sitting on to eat it all.
         "Now where is one of my seat cussions?" she asked herself with one hand on
her hip and the other rubbing her brow."Ah, I think I hear 1 or 2 coming now."
        A couple of young lads came running past and Brenda put her arm out and caught
the second one in her grasp.
       "I tell you all every day, over and over, no running in my living area, and every day you
all do the same thing, you run through here, things get broken, and now I will break you
from doing that." she said as she yanked up the lad and laid him down onto the bench,
"You get to be my seat cussion thismorning." she told him as she looked him in the
face."I'm pretty sure you are the same one I caught yesterday morning aren't you?"
she asked but retohrically,"No matter, you will feel all my weight again while I eat all
of my breakfast...you'll just have to take it cause I'm not getting up till I eat everything
here...maybe you'll learn your lesson this time...and I'm even heavier this time." she
told him as she manuver into position to sit down. Finally she was seated and he was
burried under her massive thighs, ass, and hips, and instantly crushed beyond what he
could mentally tolerate as all her weight settled onto his body compressing it.
       The lad was physically able to breath, but not very much, just enough to remain
alive and conscious really, due to such weight upon his chest and stomache, but his head
was forced to twist to one side, straining his neck painfully, or his nose and mouth would be
smothered under the heavy cellulite covered hip and ass of the woman sitting on him.
       Brenda began to eat and not wanting to feel full too quickly ate slowly ensuring to chew
everything well before sending it to her stomache. She felt the lad under her squirm for several
minutes, but he finally relaxed and just took her sitting on him. She felt his little heart thump
rapidly the entire time though it did slow some as more time past. She had eaten all the bacon,
all the sausage, all the eggs, but had 4 bowls of oatmeal still, and 4 more pancakes. She
looked at them on the table and thought to herself.
       *Attack...eat them all!...your not full yet fat girl...get fatter....be as fat as can be be...eat.*
all with serious conviction.
       She served up new portions and went about eating with her controlled pace finishing the 4
pancakes and 4 bowls of oatmeal in about 30 minutes, having then spent an hour and a half
eating basically nonstop. All the while a whimpering young lad lie benieth her whom she had
forgotten about, and he he was crushed into near unconsiousness by this 605lb fat lady. She
stood up feeling so stuffed she thought she might fall over being so heavy in front. Though she
was very fat all over she had just a bit more belly fat than anything. Her belly had become
wider and dropped considerably in the past few months filled with so much blubber. It hang
down past her midthigh as she stood and overflowed her lap when she sat. Brenda was proud
of that.
     As she stood she knocked the bench she was sitting on over and she heard a grunt. She
turned around and saw the lad lying on the floor.
     "Put my bench back up and get out of her laddy before I need a seat cussion again." she
ordered him.
      He slowly, due to the severe pain and exhaustion he felt, did as he was told and scurried
out the door as quickly as he could.
     *Poor little fella* Brenda thought *I must weigh a ton to him...but he probably learned his
lesson this time....and he won't be permanently injured....I think he is one of the Monroe's.....
They're all tough as nails.*
    Now it was time to take care of business, cleaning up, and then maybe having a nap before
getting to her next meal. Of course she would snack on chocolates and cookies and things
in the meantime.
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yes....well done

just waiting for the mood to hit me.

Ryan knew he was a different breed of man. He had known since he was a child that he was
different than any other he knew. Why? Because he knew he found particular interest in
fat girls as a kid, and now the fattest of women attracted his adoration as an adult.
Frequently as he was growing up he always sought out the fattest of the opposite sex
wherever he was. This led him into trouble at times, being young and naieve, he didn't
understand that his fasination with various fat females was annoying, certainly to those
which he was tempting to adore, as they didn't like to draw such attention to themselves
for the most part. On several occassions with one certain fat girl whom he just couldn't
resist, he found himself helpless, thrown to the ground, and yelled at for his relentless
questions, and his offensive grasps and fondles of her buttox, belly, and breast. This
ultimately ended finally with this very heavy girl placing herself on top of little Ryan.
Finding the result of this very satisfactory, as all her weight simply overwhelmed him
in agonizing fashion she soon began to expand on the premise to further punish and
humiliate him. She began using him like a toy. An inantimate object for which she
had nothing but distain. She would lay on top of him until he was virtually exhausted, and
able to do little to defend himself. Then at will she was free to try most anything she
could think of that would be fun for her, and painful for him. The first thing she did was
simply dive forward standing at his feet, slaming her entire body onto his. After the
third one she had decided it sort of hurt herself, not nearly as much as it did Ryan, but
nevertheless. So she got up and was straddling his body, when another idea came
to her. She manuvered up his body still staddling him, untill she stood over his head.
Then she hesitated for a second, not being sure how this might turn out, or could she even
physically do this manuver. But in an instant she made the decision to do it and the next
second she kicked her feet out from under her and came falling down butt first over
his chest. She landed with a massive impact that put Ryan nearly to tears, as his ribs
were pressed flat, and all oxygen was forced out of his lungs, and little if any was
allowed back in, with most her weight settled on his chest preventing that. This manuver
was a delight to her, the antisipation, then the freefall, and finally the landing, loud, and
then she bounced a little once or twice before coming to rest sitting on the small boy
who was crushed benieth her. This she did repeatedly a few times, until she felt a
bit worn out from the bit of exurssion she had to put out to do it. But she didn't feel
like she was yet finished with her fun. Another idea soon came to her mind which for
some reason she felt it necissary to remove her shoes, thinking the soles were dirty
and also might hurt him too much. Nevermind this was happening outside on the ground
and she had nearly broken many of his ribs, and he would have a deep bruise over a
great deal of his chest for a long time. But anyway, she was bare foot standing at one side
of him as she placed one foot onto his stomache and stepped up onto it. Her foot sank
into his abdomen like a hot knife into butter. She then lifted her other foot, and for a
moment tried to balance with all her weight on the foot burried in Ryan's stomache,
but this was difficult so she placed her other foot onto his body on his lower chest.
She stood there on him, as he grimmaced and grunted and gasped in severe
discomfort for several minutes, seeming an eternity to him.
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I love to be squashed...by fat femmes...I have since I was a little kid...liked this idea of being under a fat chic...a really fat chic...even better.
I've had a desire for quite some time to be under a really fat chic...not just being squashed...but being relentlessly squashed...call it crushed...to this day I've never experienced that.
I want my chest to be flatted as much as it can be...and my abdomen...but mainly its my chest I want to be crushed...possibly to the point of my ribs being broken in fantasy...but I wouldn't say I really want broken ribs...if it happened my ribs were broken...then I could say...but I wouldn't hold anything against any really fat chic if she happened to break my ribs.
Now...as it turns out...I have met a really fat chic this year...and we were recently married...and we are going to explore these fantasies of mine...then later perhaps I can write a story...if she'll let me and I'm able...and maybe...just maybe...some of you can see video of it.