Singularity (USSBBW)

Isla spread around herself in a vast ocean of adipose.

She reclined in a large room. Under her, a sturdy, plastic tarp covered over a landscape of cushions. Morning sunlight cast its yellow rays through the windows and onto lilac walls. She admired the way it caught on her fair skin and brunette hair.

Isla's feet bloated with pudge. The pads of her feet bulged into her toes, which bulged into each other. Her calves padded her ankles in billowing pouches. At a distance, her calves drew wide, arcing curves, but up close, they squiggled cutely with small, faint dimples. Her thighs billowed farther, pushing her legs apart with dense adipose. Deep under her stomach, her massive thighs smooshed her huge mound. She hadn't seen it in years, but between her thighs and stomach, she could feel how big it was. Her legs' gradual slopes ebbed out from her sides and creased sharply into her dense hips. Her butt peaked at her lower back, nudging her love handles, and poured backwards about as far as her arms could reach. Its underside folded inward from the tight packing of its fat.

Her waist extended a fluffy roll atop her hips, draping over it like a dainty skirt. In soft, rolling curves, it blanketed her legs and stopped halfway down her calves. Her broad underbelly, though warm and heavy, stayed dry and fluffy. Isla owed that to Nathan. From her lowest roll, another roll sat on top, which spanned just to the tips of her pudgy little fingers. There, she could barely stroke her deep, cavernous navel. Another two rolls propped on that one, one on either side of her rotund belly. They were like flaps or wings of fat.

Nathan currently applied body powder under her left belly wing. His gentle touch soothed her.

Isla's breasts gushed under her armpits, joining her sides as yet another roll on her waist. Their fat, dense and heavy, laid past her belly wings. They overlooked the sides of her stomach with smooth arcs and peaked with gentle hills. They were probably the roundest parts of her, with gradual, undimpled curves. Their engorged nipples poked into the air.

At her back, she could feel three strata of fat kiss each other. Her love handles cushioned her lower back, below a middle pair of rolls, and topped by the flab over her shoulder blades. Her biceps spread in thick pancakes of pudge over her sideboobs, and they pursed into creases over her pillowy forearms. Her forearms fluffed over her wrists similarly, leading down to her puffy hands.

As she looked down at Nathan, the rolls under her chin bunched together. Her smiling cheeks pushed up into her vision.

Nathan knelt next to her on the tarp. His naked, slim physique conveyed an elegant masculinity. Between his legs, his manly length rested flaccid against his stones. As he lifted her belly wing, his arm flexed what little muscle he possessed. He gripped her wing with gentle fingers widely splayed. His sharp chin contrasted his soft smile. Jet black hair fluffed from his scalp.

Isla's heart fluttered at the sight of him. Ambivalent feelings of appreciation and anxiety swirled together. "Do you still love me?" Despite her heft, her words still came out high and mousey.

He looked up, and his expression drooped. His voice was warm and soft. "Huh? Of course I do!"

Isla drew her hands up to her chest, squishing her forearms into her biceps. "I'm not too big for you?"

Nathan put an open palm to her stomach and massaged in long strokes. His subtle press reassured her. "Nah. I love taking care of you. After a long day of work, our time together is relaxing. What about you, though? Do you think you're too big?"

She giggled sheepishly. She was still embarrassed to admit how she felt about her weight. "I... like how I am." She caressed her breasts, running her pudgy fingers across her plush bosom. She felt surrounded in softness. "It's so peaceful."

His massaging hand, his slender chest, and his affectionate gaze brought other thoughts to her mind, though.

Isla gulped. "Do you think I'd ever get so big that, you know, you stop wanting to, er, make love?"

Now, Nathan grew a crooked, hungry grin. He clutched thick handfuls of her belly. His fingertips pinched her fat without hurting her. "Isla. You know I'm crazy for you!" His cock slowly lengthened, losing its slack.

Isla squeezed her thighs together. She felt her mound and lips grow larger by the day. A catheter could always attend to her needs, but she worried about outgrowing her desires. "What if you couldn't get inside me? Would you still be interested in me physically?"

Nathan's cock crudely pistoned in length. "Of course!"

* * * * *

Isla laid on her immense stomach. As a broad mattress of flesh, it spread beyond the reaches of her fingers and toes. Her midsection was unfathomably heavy, she knew, but when she rested on top of it, all she felt was its plush cushiness. Her arms melted easily into her flowing waist, while her chunky fingers toyed at malleable pudge. Her legs sprawled across her vast underbelly, relaxing their dense heft. She tensed her thighs in anticipation, and a knowing tingle flitted between her legs. Her corpulent toes kneaded her stomach playfully. She couldn't get up from this bed, but she had no reason to.

Her breasts piled under her chest and gushed outward. Their ever-growing peaks gave her blubbery cheeks a fluffy place to lay her head. The massive mammaries expanded well beyond her reach, but their pillowy density still allowed her to adjust them. She gripped a handful of her breast to fluff it against her face.

Nathan's hands plapped in her lower belly, between her feet. His weight pressed into her. "Alright, darling, you ready?"

Isla shook her hips, sloshing her ass. The two rounded mountains wobbled into each other and grazed over her thighs. "Hyesh!" Her heavy cheeks pressed in on her face, slurring her speech.

He drew one knee up into her underbelly. His knee pinched her stomach against the tarp, but it would be a momentary pain. Crawling, he slid up between her legs. His hands grabbed at her luscious fat, teasing her. His forearms brushed her tender thighs. His hands seized her ass, one cheek in each hand. He ripped them open and plunged his hips between them.

Fresh air brushed her needy, exposed pussy.

With his weight distributed along his legs, and with his feet on the tarp, his pinch on her body dulled. His hard cock brushed her fluffy outer labia. He lowered his hips, and his lubed cock found easy passage through her inflated mound.

Fat had swelled in Isla's mons pubis, extending the length of her slit. Without a good lube, Nathan's manhood would chafe against her bloated pussy long before he reached her vulva proper.

And so, his six-inch length dove between her fluffy lips. By then, he was about halfway in. He flexed his thighs against her tubby legs and his abs against her huge ass, and he delved deeper. His hips mashed her mons into her underbelly, and his thrust pushed his tense balls into her mound. As his hips crushed her mound uncomfortably, his head passed into her vulva. There, he swished her natural lube tantalizingly. He grunted, tensing his muscles further. His hips compressed her squishy mound painfully, like he was about to burst it. His head tickled the outside of her vagina. "How--far--am--I?"

Isla clenched her teeth in pain. "Nhot fahr enough! And hyou're hurting me!"

Nathan eased up, retrieving his cock. "Sorry, sorry. You okay?"

Her pain dissipated. "Yeah, yeah. Hyou just pushed too hard. I didn't shay anything because I want hyou sho bad, but... I don't know if hyou'll fhit."

He reclined against her left leg and rump cheek. "Well, we still have the vibrator."

She cringed at the pang of his suggestion. She wanted it, but she could never ask for it. "Whould you? I hate to ashk..."

Nathan backed off of her. "Why? If you're horny, and I can't get in you, that just leaves the vibrator."

"Becaushe... what do hyou get out of it?"

Nathan crawled gingerly onto her underbelly. His left hand caressed her lovingly as he went, while his right hand held a silicone wand that dug into her fat. "You're my everything. What I get out of it is that you have what you want." He propped his back on her leg, hugging her butt with his side. "Ready?"

Her pussy was sopping. Nathan's affection melted her, carrying that hot, wet feeling throughout her blubber. "Yeah."

Inert, the silicone slipped between her butt cheeks. It flicked through her many little folds. It pushed through her outer labia, while Nathan's firm hand and arm passed into her butt crack. The long rod delved into her vulva. Its trek issued wet squelches as it petted and ignited her sensitive insides. At last, it pierced her vagina. At the same time, his hand pushed apart her bloated outer labia.

Isla billowed with many layers. Her fat created a long, blubbery journey for any who wished to visit her innermost chamber.

Her mound kissed his hand, and her vagina gulped the vibrator.

Nathan's left arm wrapped over her left butt cheek, squeezing her plush rump tight. Even at her massive size, Nathan's grip made her feel held and protected. Then, his right hand slowly tugged the vibrator outward through her vagina. Its head stroked her aching, soaking walls. He pushed back in, feeding her pussy full of its rigid girth.

At last, Isla's sexual appetite received sustenance. Her vagina's ache eased, and it suckled hungrily on the silicone. Her pussy expanded with the vibrator, sending ephemeral waves of pleasure through her sexual core. Sensuous joy reverberated through her muscles. She stretched her legs, dragging their fat across her underbelly, and she contracted them, squishing their pudge together. She opened her arms, casting her fingers towards her distant nipples, and she bent her arms, grappling heaps of her mercurial breasts. Her muscles wrung the most out of a tingling satisfaction that swept through her body.

The vibrator was no cock. It was long like one, and it was hard like one, but it lacked that human warmth and that soft texture. Still, the firm rod stretched her walls and pulled her deep. It slaked her ruttish thirst.

And that was before the vibrator was on. Suddenly, the toy shook rapidly with a high buzz. Its blunt length beat the full span of her walls all at once. Deep against her cervix, its head grinded like a jackhammer. Its breakneck pulses yanked shocking stretches in her vagina. Where it had formerly fed her sexual hunger, it now stuffed her. What it lacked in human intimacy, it made up for in motorized stimulation.

Nathan drew the vibrator out through her vagina, creating a ravenous vacuum in her pussy. He slid the vibrator back in, cramming that vacuum anew. Each careful thrust piled joy on top of joy, stuffing her further with each re-feed of that same horny food.

Isla moaned. Her hips gyrated of their own accord, smooshing her fat saddlebags against her wide waist. Libidinous energy puppeteered her hips with strings of bliss. She couldn't control her grinding muscles. Instead, she rode their waves of pleasure atop the ocean of her belly. As the vibrator rocked her vaginal walls, her hips rocked on her fatty mattress. The toy's rhythmic force carried from deep within her pussy out to her legs. It was not a kinetic force, but instead a carnal one.

Her butt was so large that it billowed down her legs, separating Nathan from her pussy.

So, his diving arm pushed her huge cheeks apart, and they clapped back over his arm. While he ran the vibrator through her insides, his long cock dug between her ass and thigh.

Her doughy ass molded around his stiff cock.

If only it was in her pussy instead of her butt.

Just as Isla came to grips with the vibrator's manic oscillations, Nathan increased his pace. He jerked back the pounding rod, then rammed it deep into her. He ripped it outward. He rocketed it inward. Its head scraped out against her sensitive walls. On its lunge inward, it blasted those walls.

Her pussy sparked with rapture from the silicone stick of dynamite. Its power shook her, and she yelped. The vibrator sucked outward, and her pussy lost its meal. "Ee-gh!" The vibrator exploded inward, and her pussy choked. "Aa-gh!" Each erotic entry, just as overwhelming as the last, shocked her with overload. Her legs twitched out and in, clutching at her vast underbelly. Her arms flailed out and in, clapping her monumental tits. Her body shuddered on her belly bed, sloshing to and fro on its oceanic expanse.

Nathan clung to her ass cheek like it was a piece of driftwood in her tumultuous waves. He never lost focus, though, ramming her over and over. He shoved the vibrator through her so quickly that she couldn't recover from his prior thrust. He rammed her deep, sparking a wave of euphoria from her corpulent pussy. Before that wave spread, Nathan pounded her again, sparking her insides anew. And before that wave could disperse, he slammed her again.

Blast after blast of stuffing, stretching pleasure exploded her pussy, shattering her insides with bliss.

She yelped. Her muscles froze. Her vagina pulsed. "Ah--gh! GU-ugh!" Her pussy fluttered with unbelievable joy. She slapped her fat face down against her flabby tits and grit her teeth as fireworks of climax erupted in her vagina and trailed out through her body in tingling sparks.

Nathan held the vibrator deep and secure in her, riding out her colossal orgasm.

Once her orgasm blew its last, she lifted her face and heaved a sigh.

He flicked off the vibrator and carefully withdrew it, minding her pussy in its post-coital sensitivity. Nathan backed away, slipping his hard cock from her ass folds. The vibrator dripped discharge on her underbelly as he departed her.

Isla panted. Her cumming was quite a workout. One craving still nagged at her. "I, (huff), whant, (ghuff), cock. And I have one shet of lips that can shtill take hyou..." She licked her lips, even though Nathan was out of view. The horny gesture was for her own enjoyment.

Nathan walked around her. As he passed into her view, his long, sturdy erection swayed between his legs. His lean limbs and featureless torso weren't going to win any bodybuilding awards. It was his demeanor that really turned Isla on. He smirked deviously. "Is my little cookie hungry for some cock?" His expression was nice, but his long, veined cock and big, round balls grabbed Isla's attention.

Her mouth hung open, and she caught herself drooling. She licked it up and nodded. "Shtarvhing." Her breasts arced up from her chest, then sprawled a few feet on her sides and to her front. They created a meaty barrier of blubber between the lovers.

He walked up to her breasts. He slid one calf into her cleavage, then the other, parting her boobs. With trudging steps, he slogged through her billowing lard. When he was still a foot away, his feet met her stomach. From there, he leaned forward, resting his knees in her plush rack. His hips lowered, and his cock's soft head brushed her juicy lips.

She opened them.

He leaned further into her, sliding his tense urethra over her bulbous lower lip. His smooth skin wrapped tight over his length. Isla thought he felt fit to burst with passion.

She ran her tongue along his cock's underside, and she sealed her lips shut over him. With effort, she raised her hands. Although her arm fat still rested on her breasts, it was hard to lift her arms at all with so much flab on them. Her corpulent hands gripped his hips. She held her lover in her hands and in her mouth.

He was warm and firm.

Slowly, she craned her neck back, pushing against the piles of pudge behind her head. Her lips were a few inches thick, and so they gave her lots of luscious surface area to feel his stiff spire. Her tongue massaged along his penis. Once her lips met the rim of his head, she ran her tongue around it.

Something about the spearhead of his cock set her on fire. It was the soft cap to his raging erection, and it thickened even broader than his already bloated erection. Plus, the way it came to a tip allowed the head to fatten up along its conical contour, introducing itself as small before spreading wide.

Nathan groaned as she lapped at it. "Fuhhhck..." He leaned forward and gripped her fat shoulders.

That was a mere appetizer for Isla. She held Nathan steady in her grip and swept her head forward, plapping her plump lips against his flat pelvis and rotund balls. She couldn't deep throat him, to her chagrin, but her lips had fattened so far that she could extend them to him. Her tongue cupped the bottom half of his cock. Grasping his manhood in her tongue was so much more intimate than with her hand. She adored his stiff, powerful length. She sealed her lips tight, pressing her soft mouth around his hard cock. She knew that Nathan loved the sensation of her fat lips, but really, she just wanted to grab his dick any way she could. She reveled in the steely girth of his rod between her lips.

She pulled back, sucking outward. Isla's feeding sessions had made her quite the sucker, and her lungs pulled on his erection with more hunger than they did on any food.

She bounced to and fro. She pulled his cock with her lips and her lungs, and when she had no more length to tug, she dived back forward for more. Isla always wanted more. She drove forward to stuff her mouth with his girth, and she yanked back to grope its full length.

He massaged her shoulders. His groans melted into long, gratified moans.

Isla needed more of his manhood. She pulled his hips towards her as she shot her head forward. She pushed him outward and drew her head back, grasping only his head, before slamming her face back over his penis. Her rolling chins cradled his tense balls. She sucked harder and harder. Her soulful lust craved his cock. She pressed her soft lips as hard as she could into his steely erection, letting none of him escape her fat mouth.

It was hard enough to lift her arms, but now that she flexed them, their muscles burned. She couldn't quit now, though.

Nathan's fingers tensed in her shoulders. "GRAH!" His cock pulsed.

She remained motionless and awaited dessert.

He shot a long, hot load into her, splattering her mouth with viscous fluid. He pumped again. The thick, mildly salty substance ran down her gullet. His cock throbbed, and another powerful pulse blasted into her. He grunted while shotgunning lewd salvos of cum down her fat, hungry throat.

She guzzled them all, hungry for her man's essence.

Nathan emptied into her. With a hard, though soggy, cock, he backed away. "Whew."

Isla dropped her hands, finally letting her arms rest. "Thank you for your sweet icing, honey bun."

He collapsed to the floor and leaned his chest into her breast. "No, thank YOU. That was great." His wet, semihard penis nuzzled her tit.

"Hyou already do sho much for me... hufffh... What if I ghet sho bhig that I can't even fheed myshelf?"

Nathan's spent cock twitched excitedly in response. "Then I'll feed you by hand. You know I love that anyway."

Hearing that, her stomach groaned for sustenance. "I could acshually go fhor shomething right now. Ghet me a shnack, won't hyou? Jusht a little thing. I don't hwant to hruin my svelte fighure."

"Oh, but sweetheart, you're skin and bones! Don't you think you'd look good with some curves?"

She giggled in low, husky tones. "Maybe. I jusht don't hwant to ghet fat."

"Trust me. You'll never be fat."

* * * * *

Sitting on her ass, Isla's backside propped her upright. Two giant mounds composed her butt, each the size of a sedan. Her fat little toes lost themselves in the folds on her ass, suspended above the tarp below her. Tubby legs sprawled several feet wide, bunching over each other in deep creases of lard.

There were too many creases and folds to count them all. But she could feel each and every crevice when Nathan cleaned her. By now, she was so large that he broke up the task over two days.