Chapter 4 - A night at Ivy's

During work, Helen found her mind wandering to Ivy and their night together, and anticipation of the evening to come. Despite her ordinary surroundings, she felt lit from within, as if she had awakened to a new life.

On her way home, Helen stopped at the plus size store again. She bought a glamorous red dress in a size 4XL—bigger than anything she had worn padded before. She couldn't resist making herself larger than ever for her first visit to Ivy's home.

At home, Helen eagerly stuffed herself into her new dress, piling on padding until her curves strained the ample fabric and she felt truly enormous. She touched up her hair and makeup, wanting to look her most fanciful best.

As she gazed at her reflection, she marveled at the woman she saw there—one who embraced all her selves, real and imagined, and was embarking on an adventure more thrilling than any fantasy. Her heart raced with anticipation of Ivy's reaction, and of uncovering more of the woman she had found—the woman who could fulfill her every dream.

When Helen arrived at Ivy's upscale house, her heart was in her throat. As Ivy answered the door, Helen saw her eyes widen, taking in her vastly curves.

"My, you look like you've put on more than a little weight since I saw you last," Ivy purred. "Have you been overindulging again?"

Though she knew Ivy was joking, Helen flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "I couldn't resist making myself extra huge for our new date."

"Mmm, I can't say I mind," Ivy said, drawing her inside. As she kissed Helen deeply, caressing her fantastical curves, Helen melted into the embrace. With Ivy, she could be fully herself—both the ordinary woman underneath and the indulged feedee of her dreams. Here, she was home.

Ivy's apartment was as glamorous as she was, all sleek luxury. Helen's eyes widened as Ivy led her inside.

Her shock deepened when she saw the lavish spread of food on the table. "I thought we might enjoy a little feast," Ivy purred. "And I would be happy to serve as your personal feeder for the evening." She stroked Helen's immense curves. "With a body as spectacular as yours, you need to be properly indulged and fattened."

Helen shuddered with arousal. Ivy was offering to bring her fattest fantasies to life. Despite her longing to give in, tonight was meant to be about reality—yet the fantasy was so tempting...

Ivy sensed her indecision. "Just one night of decadence. Reality will wait." She kissed Helen deeply. "Tonight, you're mine to fatten."

Against her better judgment, Helen surrendered. For one night, she would live her dream of being lavished with indulgence and fattened without limits by the woman shaping her heart's deepest desires into blissful reality.

Ivy led Helen to the table and sat her down, gazing at her with undisguised desire. She picked up a forkful of cake and held it to Helen's lips. "Open up for me, gorgeous. Tonight, that huge appetite of yours will be fully indulged."

Heart racing, Helen opened her mouth. As she took the forkful of cake, flavor exploded over her tongue. She moaned with pleasure and arousal.

"Good girl," Ivy purred. "You enjoy that? There's plenty more where it came from."

She fed Helen bite after bite, watching in admiration as Helen's giant curves subtly swelled against the straining dress. The relentless indulgence was ecstasy, Helen losing herself in being the insatiable feedee Ivy fattened without reservation. By the time Ivy finally relented, Helen felt near to bursting—yet desperately craved more. Being Ivy's living fantasy was the most thrilling bliss she had ever known.

When Helen was nearly at her limit, unable to eat another bite, Ivy paused. "I have one more surprise for you, darling. Wait here."

She disappeared into her bedroom, leaving Helen to wonder what she had in store. Helen's overfed body throbbed with arousal as she fantasized about what Ivy might bring out. More lavish treats to truly push her to the brink? Lingerie that would emphasize her stuffed curves? Toys to pleasure her in her helpless immensity? Each possibility was more thrilling than the last. Ivy could take her as deep into blissful excess as she desired, and Helen would gladly plunge further than she had ever gone. With Ivy coaxing her on, there were no limits.

When Ivy returned, Helen gasped. Ivy's previously slim, polished figure had transformed into plump curves straining against lacy bra and panties. Her waist was thick, breasts and hips heavy and round, the picture of a woman who had gained a substantial amount of weight. Yet how was it possible? She wore almost nothing—there was nowhere she could be hiding padding to create this illusion.

Ivy smiled softly at Helen's astonishment. "Do you like your surprise?" she asked, tracing her new curves. As she came closer and caressed Helen's huge body with her hands, Helen's shock deepened. Ivy's flesh had substance; she had somehow truly gained. Yet how? Her mind reeled with the impossibility and undeniability of it.

As Ivy climbed into her lap, fleshabundantly pressing, and kissed her with passion that ignited Helen's own, questions slipped away. Whatever secrets Ivy possessed to make fantasy reality, Helen would gladly lose herself in. With Ivy, there were no barriers between imagination and bliss.

As Ivy pressed into Helen's embrace, Helen's hands explored her unfamiliar curves—and realized Ivy's newfound flesh had a texture unlike skin. She was wearing a silicone bodysuit—but one so realistic, it mimicked the suppleness and weight of real fat. The deception was astonishingly, arousingly believable.

Ivy straddled her, taking Helen's hands and placing them on her ample hips. "No talking," she whispered. "Just feel. Touch, and kiss, and indulge."

Helen needed no further encouragement. She caressed Ivy's hips, ass, thighs, glorying in their plush roundness. As their kissing deepened, she squeezed Ivy's heavy breasts, imagining her hands shaping Ivy's flesh into increasing abundance. The fantasy bodysuit allowed her to act on her most visceral desires, and Ivy's responsive writhing showed she shared the fantasy of unrestrained growth and indulgence.

When Ivy finally leaned back, she gazed down at Helen with wicked promise. "If you're very, very good, next time I'll let you wear it." The thought of inhabiting Ivy's fantasy so fully, of knowing Ivy's desire from within her burgeoning curves, made Helen ache with longing. She would be the most giving, undemanding lover ever if it won her this ultimate gift of Ivy's devising.

As Ivy straddled Helen, Helen's hands roamed her new curves without reservation. The bodysuit was astonishingly realistic, seeming to mimic the softness and weight of real fat as she squeezed Ivy's padded hips and ass. She could imagine cellulite dimpling Ivy's thighs as she stroked them, visualizing flesh growing increasingly abundant under her seeking hands.

Ivy rocked into her touch with a moan. "You can't get enough of me like this, can you?" she purred. "Such a naughty feedee, fantasizing about fattening me beyond limits."

"I can't help it," Helen breathed. "Feeling how I've always dreamed you, impossibly soft..." She buried her face between Ivy's breasts, losing herself in nuzzling their plump roundness, fantasizing them swelling against her face. Ivy's gasp showed her arousal equaled Helen's.

As Ivy leaned in to kiss her, the press of her padded body was the fulfillment of Helen's most visceral longing. Their kiss deepened into urgency as Helen grasped Ivy's ass, pulling their bodies as close as possible. The restraints of her dress further enhanced the blissful, maddening frustration of their flesh kept just out of true reach—of Ivy's curves escaping her shaping hands as they swelled without cease.

When Ivy finally drew back, her glazed eyes showed she had shared Helen's loss in the shared fantasy. "If you can make me feel like that while barely touching," she purred, "imagine when there are no barriers at all..." She traced one finger around Helen's eager mouth, and Helen's whole being clenched with desire for when Ivy made her promise reality. This was only a first taste of the ultimate ecstasy Ivy would grant her.

As Helen lavished attention on Ivy's bodysuit curves, she felt Ivy's arousal in the fevered rocking against her, the quickness of her breath, her low moans of pleasure. Knowing she could ignite Ivy's desire so fully thrilled Helen, even as Ivy's hands on her own hyper-padded curves sent arousal raging through her in turn.

They were caught in a feedback loop of bliss, each touch and gasp and whispered longing stoking the other's passion higher. Helen gave in utterly to this dance of mutual indulgence, losing track of where her fantasy-made flesh ended and Ivy's fantastical, deceivingly real curves began. All that existed was the space they created together, reality remade by the intensity of shared fantasy.

When at last Ivy cried out her release, the sound and wild pulsing of her body wrenched Helen over the brink into climax as deep as the ocean. For long moments they floated insensate, the only anchor each other's embrace. Then Ivy gazed into Helen's eyes, her own soft with wonder. "I didn't know it could feel like this. Us, together...there are no limits."

And Helen smiled, basking in the glow of Ivy's words. With Ivy, here in this place they had built of trust and longing, the impossible was only a beginning.

After long moments clinging in breathless bliss, Ivy eased off Helen's lap. "Now, let's get you into your surprise."

With tantalizing slowness, she stripped off Helen's padding and the dress straining to contain it. Then she helped Helen into the bodysuit, pulling it up her legs and easing it over her hips and chest until she was ensconced in its impossible curves.

Helen gazed down at herself in wonder. She seemed to have the huge breasts, belly, and hips of her most extreme fantasies, yet the texture was utterly alien. She couldn't resist caressing her new self, squeezing her giant breasts and stroking the proud curve of her belly. The paradox of sensation and impossibility made a heady mix.

Ivy took her hand and led her to a full-length mirror. Seeing her reflection, Helen stared. She was the woman she had always longed to be, indulged into utmost abundance, her ordinary self erased under fat. As she gazed, Ivy came up behind her, meeting her eyes in the reflection as she too stroked Helen's curves. The blatant, mutual desire and awe roused Helen unbearably. With Ivy embracing her like this, all her selves merged into inseparable, transcendent whole.

As Helen gazed at her reflection, she felt Ivy's hands sliding down her new curves—toward the juncture of her thighs, where the bodysuit parted to leave her intimate flesh bare. Her breath caught as Ivy knelt before her and gazed up with wicked eyes. "One mustn't neglect such an important spot on a woman so truly indulged," she purred.

Then Ivy's tongue was slipping between her folds, and Helen shuddered with the intensity of the sensation against her hyper-aware flesh. As Ivy licked and suckled, the trembling built until the mirror showed Helen a woman overcome with bliss, every inch of her surging with it from mountainous curves to deep core. When climax crashed through her, the image fractured into blinding brilliance.

When sight returned, Ivy smiled up at her in the mirror. "Starting as we mean to go on—with no part of you left unindulged. And we have only just begun." Anticipation clenched Helen's gut at the promise. With Ivy offering her every forbidden fantasy, the night would not end until all were laid blissfully bare.

When Helen woke in Ivy's arms, the night's wonders seemed almost a dream—until she saw the bodysuit draped on a chair, empty but holding the shape of her impossible curves. As she marveled again at Ivy devising such a gift, Ivy stirred beside her.

"Such a rude awakening. I'd prefer those lush curves back in my embrace." Ivy pulled Helen close, kissing her tenderly. "Though we have time yet before the world intrudes. In fact..." She drew a nervous breath. "I was hoping you might stay longer. Move in for a while, if you'd like. See where things lead."

Heart lifted, Helen whispered, "I'd like nothing more."

Ivy's smile lit her face. "And the bodysuit—consider it yours. If you enjoy its effects, I could look into upgrading to an even larger size." Her eyes glinted wicked promise. "After all, a woman of your appetites deserves to be indulged to the fullest."

Helen laughed and tackled Ivy into the bedding, smothering her in grateful kisses. With Ivy, everything she had ever longed for was hers—all her selves, all her dreams. Life would never be the same, and she looked forward to every implausible turn their magical reality might take.