Chapter 1

EXTREMELY LONG DISCLAIMER: This is a retelling of another story called “Extra Large Ex” by ja82 (https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=250110) . It hasn’t been updated in nearly two years. I’ve done everything in my power to ask for the author’s permission to post the original story, but to no avail. So, I decided to write my own version of the existing two chapters, plus a few more chapters of my own, so I could retell the story in my own style and add something new to it. My intention was not to steal the author’s work. I only wrote this because I thought it was too good of a story not to be continued. This is transformative work and follows the guidelines for fair use. For the sake of artistic integrity, please understand THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE AUTHOR’S STORY. With that said, I hope everybody enjoys it! EDIT: In 2021, ja82 messaged me, he said it was okay and that he was just glad I enjoyed it so much. So that's good :D



So there I was, stopping by Marco’s diner to get some dinner. That’s when I saw her. The biggest, fattest, most enormous girl I’d ever seen. By far. That includes on television and online. But that wasn’t the strangest part. The strangest part was that she looked exactly like my college ex-girlfriend. The only difference, admittedly a very big one, is that Jessie was very skinny, and this woman was...basically the opposite of skinny.

My curiosity was peaked, though, so I decided to walk up to her. She looked up at me, and before I even said anything, a smile of recognition lit up her face, “MARK!” She stood up from the waiting room bench, forcing me to quickly step back lest I be pushed to the floor by her humongous gut. Before I could fully regain my balance, however, she pulled me into a hug, pressing me against the same titanic belly that nearly sent me toppling. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.

“Jessie! It’s been so long!” I exclaimed after being released from her soft embrace. “I know! It’s been almost 3 years! I can’t believe it’s been that long! God, you look different, have you gained weight? It’s okay though, it barely shows!” she was talking faster than I could keep up, but I caught the part about the weight. I mean, sure, I’m not as stick thin as I was in college, but I’m still, by all definitions of the word, thin.

“Uh, yeah, I might’ve gained a pound or two,” I replied, “what about you, though? You, look a little....different too...um-er...” FUCK! Why did I say that? I’m such an idiot! She soon responded, though, “It’s my hair, isn’t it? I’m so glad you noticed! It used to be so curly, now it‘s straight and smooth!” “Um...yeah! God, I just couldn’t get that out of my head! It looks great!” “[GASP] THANK YOU!” she exclaimed, pulling me into another soft hug. I blushed, seeing just how flattered she was.

After once again releasing me from her fat embrace, she made a suggestion, “So hey, it’d be nice if we could catch up. If you want, we could get a booth together?” “Yeah, I’d love that!” I responded. We talked with the hostess, and she escorted us to a table. While we were walking, I noticed something I probably should’ve noticed before. Aside from gaining a shit ton of weight, Jessie had also hit a major growth spurt. Back in college, we were both around the same height, but now, she practically towers over me!

“Ugh! These booths are so TIGHT!” Jessie exclaimed, struggling to squeeze her gargantuan body into the booth. “Oh, uh, I guess...” I replied, perfectly able to get into my side of the booth with plenty of room to spare. If anything, I had a little too much space.

“So, Mark,” she spoke, her adorable double chin bulging out as she looked down at me, “what have you been up to since college?” “Um...not much, mostly work stuff. Remember how I was in accounting? Guess what? I’m an accountant now!” She giggled at my quip, her entire body shaking in the process. It was pretty cute. “That’s great! I’m happy for you!” she said sweetly. I’m definitely loving the new Jessie, she’s a lot sweeter than she was when we dated.

“What about you, though? How have things been for you?” I asked curiously. I can’t believe it, I’m falling for this woman all over again. “I’ve been great! My friend Emily and I started a bakery!” “A bakery? That must’ve cost a lot of money!” I commented. “Honestly, it wasn’t too bad! Emily’s parents are pretty rich, so they paid for most of it.” “That’s great! I take it you’re liking your job?” “I’m LOVING it! I get to be my own boss, I can pursue my love of culinary arts, and, best of all, I can eat on the job! Speaking of which...”

Just then, the waitress came over. Neither of us had even looked through the menu yet, but Jessie knew exactly what she wanted. She ordered for herself enough food to feed an extended family, and a pasta dish for me. “I’ve eaten here before. Trust me, you’ll love it!” She assured me.

We continued talking while they prepared our meals. It took several waiters to carry Jessie’s order. We kinda had to shuffle around a few napkin dispensers and salt shakers to make space for her food. Not only because there was so much of it, but also because we had to work around Jessie’s fat, fat belly covering up a large portion of the table.

Upon seeing her food, she practically squeed in delight, her elbows squeezing together her massive breasts as a result of her mannerism. She started eating almost immediately. The speed and manner in which she ate was truly a spectacle. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult. Luckily, she seemed to be too caught up in eating to notice me, or anyone else at the restaurant, staring.

“GOD that was good!” she exclaimed, her hands on her belly after enjoying several plates worth of food, plus a hefty order of desert she placed afterward. “I’m glad to see you liked it so much!” I exclaimed happily. After we paid the check, though, we ran into a bit of a problem. “Um, Mark, I think I might be stuck.” she whispered, trying her best to wiggle out of her spot. I grabbed her by the hands and tried my best to pull her out, but to no avail. “Ugh, I told you these booths were too small!” she exclaimed, still whispering.

I told the waitress of our predicament, and she told her manager. She was really stuck in there, so he had to get a handyman to unscrew the table from the floor just to get Jessie out. She let out a sigh of relief, her belly no longer compressed by the table. She grabbed my hand and we left the restaurant together. Several people stared at Jessie as she waddled by. Assuming they were gawking at her, Jessie flipped her hair back, a bit of vanity in her motions. While she is much sweeter now than when we dated, she’s still just as vain.

“So, hey, it’s been really nice hanging out...” I started. “Yeah! We should get in touch more often!” She said, standing next to me in the parking lot. “Yeah. Hey, do you still have my number?” “Um...no, I kinda lost it when I got a new phone. If you want, though, I could give you my new number and we could discuss meeting up again.” she suggested. I happily accepted, and I entered her number into my phone. She then gave me a third hug (just as good as the first two), before cheerily waving at me and waddling off to her car.