Chapter 24 - You can’t have your cake…

Taylor spent the next 4 weeks being pulled like a rag doll in between his two fat mistresses. Sarah was demanding more and more of his time as her follower count skyrocketed. Their sex life was good, and those were their best moments— but the rest of their time together was consumed by Taylor either filming, editing, or responding to posts on all of Sarah’s socials. She wasn’t gaining anymore, both having seemed to hit a plateau, and also because she had hit an idea body size to compete on the plus-size model social scene.

Meanwhile, Jade continued to balloon. She had recently rung up on the scale at 423.6 lbs— finally surpassing Sarah in size. Taylor didn’t miss any more days of their feeding sessions after Jade threatened to start dieting. The bigger she got, the harder it was for Taylor to make sound judgments. In the beginning, he had honestly thought that Jade would buckle far earlier than this— and that he would be spending his mornings with his dick buried deep inside her belly button… but similar to Sarah… she was likewise a stickler for the rules.

Jade continued to berate Taylor on the subject of how Sarah was just using him. He heard every word and couldn’t help but internalize them. Again, the evidence was pretty damning. Sarah had a one-track mind…and Taylor had gradually just become a tool for her social climb.

Somehow, he clung on for another 2 months. Jade seemed to be satisfied in her premonition of his and Sarah’s inevitable downfall, and continued stuffing herself in their sessions and before work without pause— although she was beginning to encounter all sorts of issues with her job…her increased size seriously impacting her mobility and ability to function as well as she used to.

One night, Taylor showed up for his regular morning session with Jade and found her in more of a bubbly mood than usual. She had started eating without him, buckets of KFC littered on the coffee table as she surfed through Netflix on the couch. Their couch, like Sarah’s old bed— had long since caved in towards the center, the wooden legs snapped and bent inwards— sinking the whole thing almost entirely to the floor when Jade sat on it.

It wasn’t Taylor’s first revelation, as he had been watching Jade grow day by day— but taking the vision in now…he couldn’t help but grow erect. She was so fucking fat that it was unreal at this point. They hadn’t weighed her in a few weeks, but her appetite had only been increasing…and the amount of food she had been putting away recently had become absurd. Taylor left most mornings exhausted just from watching her eat. Not that he didn’t still enjoy it— quite the contrary— his lust for Jade was becoming rapturous…thoughts of what he wanted to do to her fat, SSBBW body bubbling beneath the surface of his psyche more and more each day. On the other end, filming with Sarah had become more and more of a chore…and sex had become less frequent. Taylor was obviously distracted with thoughts of Jade and it was affecting his personality around Sarah. She was still in the dark about the whole thing— he often almost forgot. It didn’t seem like Sarah really seemed to notice, either way. She was riding on a popularity wave now and no one could stop her.

Jade cheekily offered Taylor some chicken as he sat down on their loveseat opposite from the couch. He declined.

“Hey babe, what’s going on?” He asked.

“I got fired from work.” She said nonchalantly as she bit into a fried chicken leg.

“What! Oh shit— what happened??” Taylor was concerned.

“Well, that’s pretty obvious…I’m too fucking fat.” Her enormous belly jiggled as she laughed. She was wearing an XXXXL pair of pajamas that once draped comfortably over her body and now stretched tightly around every fat roll and curve— giving Taylor the visual affect of an encased sausage.

“I knocked over a tray of syringes…and a few IV stands…..” Her fat cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “And…a patient.”

Jade explained that she wasn’t worried about income. She had plenty saved up and was going to talk to a lawyer next week about building a fat discrimination case, since they hadn’t even given Jade the option of medical leave time to lose weight.

Taylor didn’t even have a moment to take this all in when she spoke up again.

“Oh! And I have a surprise for you.” Jade tried to sit up, but her gravity was so low to the floor with the broken sofa that she was having trouble heaving herself upwards. Taylor helped her, his muscles straining and burning to pull her up. Her stomach shoved hard into his as she got erect and almost knocked him back. They laughed.

Jade pulled her scale out of the closet and got on in front of him. The numbers did their usual dance.

“507.4 lbs.” The digital display read.

It was a surreal moment. The number seemed to make Jade’s body look even more expanded than before. The look on her face was knowing. Taylor was about to make a decision. It had been leading up to this, with both his relationship with Sarah declining, and Jade’s body becoming increasingly more alluring.

Taylor began to feel Jade all over…he ripped open the seam of her pajama shirt and exposed her naked belly and boobs underneath. Jade gasped. He lifted the folds of her now triple-belly and weighed them in his hands. Her breasts were two large melons of flesh now…once modest B cups and now droopy 40HH marvels. He began sucking on her nipples and reaching down under the folds of her fat fupa to her vagina. Jade’s hand stopped him and she pulled away.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

Taylor blushed. This wasn’t part of the arrangement. “Sorry…I um…I couldn’t help myself…you just look…so amazing.”

“I want you Taylor, and I know you want me too. I didn’t get this fat for nothing. I knew you and Sarah wouldn’t last. Quit lying to yourself. Break it off with her.”

Taylor only hesitated a moment and then nodded in agreement. He couldn’t fool himself any longer, either. Sarah was a bombshell, but he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too…no matter how much he might have thought it could go on forever with both women. Not only did he want Jade badly, but in a fundamental way…she truly understood him. She actually cared about him…and he had kind of been a giant tool to her this whole time.

“I’ll tell Sarah tonight.” He told her.

“Good. You better.” She replied, beginning to cheer up. She shimmied her pants down her thick thighs and they fell to the floor with a soft plop. “Now come fuck me already.”

Taylor didn’t have to be told twice. They fell together on the rug right there in the living room and began to kiss passionately. He folded the rolls of her belly together, making fuckable pockets of fat— thrusting his dick in and out deeply. Everywhere he touched Jade caused her to moan with pleasure…her body more sensitive than ever before. He turned her over on her stomach and buried his face in between her bulbous ass cheeks, tonguing her asshole and hairy pussy lips. She shuddered and moaned even louder in response. He pulled his face out after a few moments to find that Jade was crunching down on a fried chicken breast from the KFC bucket in front of her. Fuck, Taylor thought to himself, she has become such a total ***.

He inserted himself and began to fuck Jade from behind as she continued to moan and eat chicken. Her ass cheeks slapped, wobbled, and clapped loudly with each thrust. She was 100 lbs heavier than Sarah now, but the shape of her ass didn’t present the same kind of problem. He reached under her and grabbed onto her whale-like gut hanging below. It was touching the floor, brushing back and forth with each gyration. He squeezed and played with it as he began to pound harder and harder. Jade was working through a second bucket of chicken and practically squealing now. Her words from months ago began to ring in Taylor’s mind.

“I’ll get as fat as you want to make me. As fat as you want to make me…as fat as you want to make me…as fat as…”

Taylor came with tremendous force, convulsing and yelling out in triumph with a flurry of final seismic thrusts. Jade continued to grind against his hips but gradually slowed down and let him pull out.
They basked in the euphoria of the moment…both of them wordlessly caressing each other. Jade had become quite the fat goddess. Taylor couldn’t help but mentally compare the 160 lb version of the woman he met that night on the Ferris wheel— to the 500 lb whale currently lying on the carpet in front of him. He was already erect again. He could never have imagined Jade would willingly grow to this size…and something told him that she wasn’t done growing just yet… Visions of Jade at 600 lbs flooded his thoughts, taking up the entire couch as she sat in front of a mountain of food. 650 lbs…her squashing his torso in cowgirl position and him meagerly trying his best to thrust into her swollen fupa. 700 lbs…her nearly immobile and dependent on him to bring her food and pleasure her…

His phone buzzed and popped his dream bubble. He ignored it, but it buzzed several more times and something gave Taylor the feeling that perhaps it was important.

Jade stayed on the rug watching him as Taylor got up and grabbed it. It was Sarah. There was a string of texts. The first had been from over an hour ago.

“Hey…I have some news…can you talk?”

The second was from thirty minutes ago.

“I guess you’re at work. I really need to talk.”

Then the texts from a moment ago followed.

“Look…I didn’t want to tell you this in a text…but I feel like I have to tell someone and Phoebe isn’t answering her phone either.”

A thumbnail showed beneath that text. What is that? Taylor only had a moment to think before reality set in. He felt his stomach sink as he clicked to enlarge the picture. A pregnancy test.

“Fuckkkkkkk…” Taylor practically shouted out loud. It was positive. It was fucking positive. But how?? He and Sarah had been using condoms…well…most of the time at least. When had he…?

He read the final text. “That was from this morning. I just left the doctor’s office…I’m…3 months pregnant.”