(Not) The One Who Got Away

It had been a long day. A long month, really. Nate had racked up so much overtime at work that stopping at a pub on a Friday night seemed like a logical conclusion, despite the fact that he rarely drank. He nursed a gin and tonic while scrolling aimlessly on his phone, and was about to ask the bartender for his bill, when he heard a soft voice behind him.

"You're Nate, right?"

Nate turned and was about to respond, when he realized he was facing one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her hair was the colour of honey, and her eyes were a clear shade of blue. The tops of her huge breasts strained against the neckline of her green sundress, which clung to her round belly and thick thighs. Her apple-shaped cheeks had a pretty flush, and she had a cute double chin.

"I am," Nate said, hoping the woman hadn't noticed his staring. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are."

"Oh!" The woman's face flushed. "Of course, you probably don't recognize me. I'm Scarlet, we were in the same grade in high school."

Of course. He remembered the pretty, shy girl who sat in the front row of his homeroom class. Truthfully, he'd always had a crush on her. But when Nate had known Scarlet she had been thin, which had never been his physical type. But she had to be over 300 pounds now, and at barely 5'2 she looked positively round. Exactly his type.

"Scarlet, of course! How are you? What are you doing here?"

Scarlet smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm well, thanks. I was supposed to be on a first date, but I think he ghosted me."

Nate felt a surge of annoyance and protectiveness. What kind of an asshole would bail on such a sweet and beautiful woman?

"He's a dick who doesn't deserve you," Nate told her as she flushed prettily. "I'll buy you a drink, it's been a decade since graduation, I'd love to catch up."

Her smile grew, and she wobbly climbed onto a bar stool beside him, which creaked under her significant weight.

Scarlet flushed and laughed nervously. "I don't trust bar stools, the legs are too spindly and I'm always afraid of breaking them. Can we move to a table?"

Nate agreed, and bought them a round. Most of the tables had chairs with arms that Nate imagined wouldn't be comfortable for a fat woman, so he led her to a booth. Scarlet was a surprisingly fast walker, and Nate couldn't miss how her whole body jiggled and bounced when she walked. The edge of the table in the booth they sat in pressed into her big stomach, but she didn't complain, so he didn't comment.

They chatted for a long time, and one drink turned into two. At one point, Nate caught Scarlet staring at him

"Sorry," she looked away. "You were always fit, but you really filled out. You must live at the gym."

Nate couldn't help but grin. "You could say that. My average deadlift is 300 pounds."

Scarlet let out an adorable squeak. She cleared her throat conspicuously. "I filled out, too, just in a different way," she mumbled.

Nate ran his eyes over her voluptuous form. She was built like a statue of a fertility goddess. "In a beautiful way," he said sincerely, and her blue eyes widened. She took a deep breath in, which briefly expanded her belly, and Nate didn't miss the way she winced when the wood dug into her fat.

"Here," he went to push the table out a little, but his hand skidded on the scuffed wood and he ended up grabbing a handful of her belly, instead. Scarlet made a breathy sound in the back of her throat. The skin and fat in his hand was soft and jiggly, and before Nate could help himself, he gave it a little squeeze. Scarlet made that sound again, and Nate realized that it was a little moan.

"Do you like my hand on your belly, pretty girl?" Nate asked, his deep voice quiet.

"Yes," Scarlet breathed.

"You're so soft and lovely"

Scarlet turned to him, her eyes wide. "Are you messing with me? I've had a crush on you since we were sixteen, please don't say you're messing with me."

Nate raised a brow, but didn't move his hand. "Why would I be messing with you?"

"Because you look like that," Scarlet gestured to Nate's muscular build. "And I look like... this."

"Let me be clear," Nate growled. "I liked you in high school. You're pretty and sweet and smart. But I would have never asked you out, because I don't date or fuck skinny girls. So, you showing up with this big, incredible body, telling me that you had a crush on me, too? It might just be the best day of my life."

Scarlet's mouth was wide. "You didn't ask me out because I was skinny?!"

Nate squeezed her belly again, delighting in the way her eyelashes fluttered. "That's right. What happened to turn you into this beautiful creature?"

Scarlet giggled in disbelief. "Well, I guess it started with the freshman fifteen in college. And then I was working a job I really hated for a few years, and I was really stressed, so I turned to food, because it made me happy. So I ate and ate and it made me feel so good. One day I was eating donuts, a whole box to myself, and I felt so good and so full and I--"

Scarlet flushed and cut herself off. She stared at her empty wine glass as if blaming it for her loose tongue.

"You what?" Nate urged, feeling as if he knew what she was going to say.

"I had an orgasm," Scarlet whispered. "Sitting at my kitchen table alone, just from eating, and knowing it was making me fuller and bigger."

Nate's cock twitched and he began rubbing wide circles on her belly. "That's so sexy, baby. Did you make a mess in your panties?"

"Yes," Scarlet still spoke in a whisper, and shifted in her seat. "I had to change them."

"You're squirming. Are you squeezing those thick thighs together?"

Scarlet turned red, but nodded. Nate squeezed her rolls again.

"Are your little panties wet right now?"

Another nod, followed by a whimper.

"How do you touch your pretty pussy when you're alone?"

Scarlet flushed. "I have to, um, lift my belly to reach, and it's heavy, so I usually sit on a vibrator or use a thrusting dildo."

The thought that his girl was too fat to fuck herself properly sent blood rushing to Nate's dick. "Don't worry, sweetheart, let's go, I'll take care of you."

Scarlet moved quickly for such a big girl, and they seemed to be in Nate's car in seconds.

"Are you okay going to my place, pretty girl?"

Scarlet seemed to hesitate, but then nodded.

A thought occurred to him. "Baby, are you a virgin?"

Scarlet nodded again with a shy smile. "It's embarrassing being a virgin at 28, but no one wants to sleep with the fat girl."

Nate leaned over and kissed her round cheek. "Lots of people do, trust me, and I'm one of them. You're fucking beautiful."

She ducked her head, but smiled.

"Now, take off your panties for me."

Scarlet listened, struggling a little to take them off with her seatbelt stretched so tightly around her, and he took them from her. Despite the width of the waistband, they were hardly more than a scrap of soaking wet fabric.

"Fuck, you must be drenched, poor thing," Nate pocketed the panties, trying to ignore the way his dick strained in his pants. "Don't worry, we're almost there."

They reached his apartment in record time, and as soon as the door was locked Nate fused his mouth to Scarlet's, running his hands down the rolls on her back, and up towards her big tits.

"Take this off," Nate growled, plucking at the sleeves of her sundress as he guided her to his bedroom. Scarlet obeyed like the good girl that she was, letting her dress and bra fall to the floor.

"Fuck," Nate said, drinking in her body. Her arms were rounded, her breasts were massive. Her thighs were thick and dented, and although he couldn't see her ass from that angle, he imagined it was, too. Best of all was her belly, the biggest part of her--round and wide. A fold split it into two sections, and the bottom part formed an apron that modestly covered her pussy. He gave it a jiggle and Scarlet moaned softly as he pushed her onto the bed.

"I love that you get off on your sexy belly being touched," Nate said, and lifted up the heavy flesh. Her pussy underneath was plump as a peach, the blonde hair unevenly shaven, as there was no way Scarlet would be able to see what she was doing down there. He swiped his fingers between her lower lips and she yelped.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet, I bet it won't take much for you to cream all over me."

Scarlet whimpered and Nate slipped a finger inside of her.

"Oh god," she moaned.

Nate slipped a second finger in, and then a third. Fuck, she was so drenched that he could probably fit his whole fist in, but that would be saved for another time.

"Nate, it feels so good," Scarlet had thrown her plump arms over her head, and her jiggly body was trembling all over.

"You feel so good, baby," he began to thrust harder, and pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. She cried out, and began to fuck herself on his hand, her thrusts growing increasingly erratic. All of a sudden, her moans turned lower as she erupted on his hand.

"I'm coming," Scarlet groaned, her pussy convulsing and strangling his fingers.

"Oh, I know, baby, I know, you're doing such a good job for me."

Nate removed his fingers and Scarlet sat up, causing her huge breasts and belly to squish together, making her look even larger. Nate began to rub his hard cock through his pants.

"Baby, I need to fuck you."

"Yes," Scarlet moaned, spreading her thick legs. "I want you inside me."

He stripped off his pants and boxers, pulling out his throbbing cock.

Scarlet gasped. "Are they all that big?"

Nate chuckled. "You're doing wonders for my ego today, Scarlet. You're a big girl, you'll take it just fine."

He strode towards the bed and practically pounced on her. He lifted her apron belly and slid inside her with a fluid motion. Nate groaned and Scarlet cried out.

"You're so fucking soft and wet," Nate said through gritted teeth.

"I feel so full," Scarlet moaned. "Please fuck me, Nate, I want to cum again."

Scarlet's whole body bounced as Nate fucked her hard. When he took one of her fat nipples into his mouth, she screamed. Nate held off his orgasm for as long as he could, and adjusted the angle so his dick was hitting her g-spot. Scarlet moaned and clawed at his hard abs, her pussy making obscene wet noises.

"Nate, this one feels different," Scarlet gasped. "Something's wrong, it feels like--"

"Nothing's wrong," he soothed. "Just let it happen."

Scarlet relaxed, and her pussy began to flutter, squelching and soaking his dick.

"Good girl, make a mess for me. Soak my dick with your chubby little pussy."

Scarlet screamed and squirted, her entire round body jiggling as she flooded the bed as she came. It was enough to send Nate over the edge, and he pulled out, cumming onto her stomach. Scarlet, still moaning and squirming, rubbed his cum into her rolls. It was the hottest thing Nate had ever seen.

After a moment, she trailed her chubby fingers between her thighs. "I think I wet myself," she whispered, mortified.

Nate laughed and kissed her lips. "No, baby, you squirted, and it was hot as fuck."

"I didn't know that happened in real life, it was incredible," she said in amazement, running her hands down his six-pack. She looked up at him shyly. "Was it alright for you?"

Nate chuckled. She was so fucking cute.

"Baby, that was the best orgasm of my life. Give me a few minutes, and then I'll show you just how much I liked it again."

Scarlet laughed breathlessly. A growl came from her stomach and she clasped her hand to it, a flush darkening her fair skin.

"Are you hungry, pretty girl?"

Scarlet didn't meet Nate's eyes. "I'm okay, I don't want to impose."

What a lovely liar, Nate thought. Women didn't get to that size by not eating when they were peckish. "Didn't I say I'd take care of you? I'll get you a snack."

He went to the kitchen. His fridge and cupboards were mostly filled with post workout food--chicken and broccoli and protein bars. He'd have to change that if he wanted her around from then on, which he did. Eventually, he found a couple sleeves of cookies that he brought back to the bedroom.

His heart almost stopped when he returned to the bedroom. Scarlet made for such a beautiful picture, lying nude on his bed, glowing skin sweat-soaked, her big belly and thighs sticky with his drying cum.

"Here, baby," he waved the packet of cookies. She reached for them, but he pulled them back. "What did I say? I'm going to take care of you. Open your mouth."

Scarlet whimpered but did as she was told, and let Nate feed her a cookie. They were the kind that could be eaten in three or four bites, and Nate fed her one after another, rubbing her soft belly as he did. Eventually, she began to moan and roll her hips against the air. Nate recalled how she had told him about cumming from eating, and wondered how many times it had happened since.

"What do you need?" He asked, as she finished the sixth cookie.

"I don't know," Scarlet moaned, even as she practically fucked the air.

"Yes, you do. Be honest with me, baby."

Scarlet was as red as her name. "Will you touch my pussy while I eat?"

"Of course, pretty girl. You fill your mouth, and I'll fill your pussy."

Scarlet reached for the package and took out a handful of cookies. Despite the noises she made as she stuffed herself full, she was a delicate eater and didn't drop a single crumb. Nate lifted her belly with one hand and slid two fingers inside of her with the other. She was drenched, and the sight of her moaning in pleasure with her mouth full was nearly enough to make him hard again.

"Good girl," Nate rubbed her jiggling stomach. "Fill up that big belly and come on my hand."

Scarlet moaned louder and Nate had a realization.

"Do you want to make your beautiful body bigger, pretty girl?"

"Maybe?" Scarlet panted. "I don't want to be immobile or anything, but I'm 340 pounds, and I wouldn't mind getting up to around 400."

"Fuck yes," Nate gave her stomach a light slap and watched the fat ripple. Fuck, he was hard again. "I'll help you, I'll feed you, baby."

"I want that," Scarlet cried. The cookies were nearly finished, and her pussy had begun to flutter around Nate's fingers. Nate cursed and began fucking himself against her jiggling thighs, the tip of his dick pounding against the bottom of her apron belly. Scarlet screamed as she came, gushing endlessly down his wrist on soaking his bedsheets again, and Nate came all over her fat thighs.

Scarlet sobbed through the aftershocks of her orgasm, as Nate stroked her hair and covered her soft body with his muscular one. They fit so perfectly together.

"Do you mean it?" Scarlet asked after a long while. "Do you really want to stay with me? And be my feeder?"

Nate kissed her cheek. "Baby, I'm in it for the long haul, whether you weigh 100 pounds or 1000."

"I thought you didn't like skinny girls," Scarlet teased.

Nate grinned. "That's right, maybe not at 100 pounds." He pulled her on top of him, relishing in the feeling of her weight. "Now, I want to see what your big, lovely body looks like when you ride my cock."