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I sat in front of my future my mother in law at her wooden dinner table, where it was me, my fiancé, her mother, and her sister in wooden seats surrounding a massive amount of delectable food.

This was the first occasion that I had actually gotten to meet my fiancé's family. My fiancé, Jessica, was a very big woman, with black hair and a Puerto
Rican tan (they were part Puerto Rican). Her gigantic breasts bulged out in front of her with voluptuous curves, and underneath those lovely breasts was her gargantuan tummy that hung down between her legs, that tummy having two giant rolls of fat, and inside one of those rolls hid her belly button.

Yes, she left her belly hang out of her shirt, because she found it more comfortable.

She'd always wear her shirts by folding them up so that they only covered up her
breasts, but down to her hips was completely revealed. And, underneath that gargantuan belly were her giant, thick, flabby thighs that were somehow miraculously fit into a pair of jeans. How could jeans fit her? I have no clue. But they did.

But, somehow, she was nothing compared to her sister, Kan. Her sister was just a giant ball of flab with a bra and panties (somewhere under all that flab). Her gigantic breasts rested upon her monstrous belly that was just a huge pile built on flab, as well as her upper arms, thighs, and everything else.

Their mother was the runt of the family, not by height though. No, they all were short.
The mother was the runt in size. She was definitely chubby, she even had a bit of belly showing from beneath her shirt, but she wasn't at all massive like her two daughters.

"Ah, it's such a surprise that the smaller of my daughters is getting married first!" Ms.
Brown exclaimed. "Well, Brad, you know you'll have to stuff my daughter up and make her as big as could be!"

"I'll try," I smirked nervously, unsure of what to do.

"You sure?" Ms. Bon immediately got serious. "You see that box of donuts in front of you?"

"Yes, I do," I said, looking at the large box of glazed donuts crammed with exactly thirty glazed donuts, at least that's what the sticker on the box said.

Ms. Bon then told me, "I want you to stuff my daughter with every single one of those donuts, and no matter how much she tells you to stop, continue. Once all the donuts are gone, I shall approve you and my daughter's marriage."

I was a bit surprised by such a simple task, because, knowing my Jessica, she can eat a whole lot more than thirty glazed donuts and still have an empty stomach afterwards.

I looked at Jessica as she smiled slightly and mouthed, "Do it."

So I proceeded to grab the box of donuts, grabbed three donuts at a time, and shoved them in my lover's mouth.

I kept doing this over and over again, slightly glancing over at my future mother-in-law to see her expression. She was quite impressed with it all, and I saw a little bit of envy in her eyes, as if she was dreading to become as big as her daughters.

After the box of what were donuts was completely hollow, I looked at my future mother-in-law, where I saw a face that wasn't too pleased.

"Is that it?" she asked impatiently.

I turned to my Jessica, who simply shrugged, causing the rest of her body to ripple.

"Quiet down, Case," Ms. Bon calmly told Kan, who was viciously chowing down some of the food at the table, as she left her skin covered in grease and crumbs. "No more eating until I say so. Brad, how about you feed Jess some of that steak."

So I looked down in front of me, and sure enough there was a large steak, covered in honey barbeque sauce. I could tell that feeding Jessica this would be a complete mess.

But I continued anyway. I grabbed the large, slippery steak, and watched Jess as I slowly brought it to her face, which read: "Oh hell yeah; this is gonna be one tasty-ass steak."

So I slowly moved the steak towards Jessica's mouth, as I could see saliva drip down from Jess's mouth as she anticipated probably the greatest steak on Earth. I couldn't blame her. Her mom has some wicked cooking skills.

Right when the end of the steak hit Jessica's tongue, I didn't have to carry the steak anymore; Jessica had started chewing it down as it rolled up into her mouth ever so quickly.

And at that second, there was a sound of a gun-shot. And a hole, out of nowhere, appeared in the table.

"GUN!" Ms. Bon yelled as her, Kan, and I ducked down.

"Don't worry," Jessica said, "It was just the button to my pants."

"Few," the rest of us gasped in unison.

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Kan yelled aggressively.

"Okay," Ms. Bon said. "I've got a proposition for the both of you. You both eat everything in this kitchen, and whoever weighs more in the end wins. And, whoever wins gets to marry Brad."

"OKAY!" Jessica yelled, "For starters, Kan weighs three times as much as me and -,"

"All the more reason to get you motivated to eat more, what else were you saying?" Ms. Brown asked.

"AND why would Kan want to marry my fiancé?"

"Oh," Kan sighed as her face turned crimson. "He's really hot," she giggled.

"NO!" Jessica yelled out, trying to start an argument, but then Ms. Bon interrupted with,
"3,2,1, GO!" really quickly, and Kan and Jessica distinctively started to gorge and feast.

All around the room, chunks of debris from food and bones from meat were flying, as the two gigantic women were gorging themselves, with their fat arms and fat bellies jiggling and bouncing viciously as they tried to satisfy the long-waiting hunger.

It took twenty minutes until every crumb was completely gone from the table.
At the looks of Kan and Jessica I'd say it would be pretty close to a tie. Both of them were only in there undergarments, but Jessica's bra had ripped off so Jess was only in panties.

Jessica and Kan were both playing with their succulent rolls of fat that were attached to them. I don't blame them. Their bodies were so round, so perfect, so big.

"There's only one last thing I need to check before I choose who gets married," Ms. Bon announced.

And right at that second, Jessica's stomach let out a frightening growl as Jessica hollered
"FUCK I'M STILL HUNGRY!"

And Ms. Bon only smiled, and moments later she turned to me and said, "You are definitely allowed to marry Jessica."
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DoobMah's avatar
This made me laugh so hard. In a good way.
Also, I came.