Senior Year 11

And keep the cake coming Tom did. That is, until Gretel made a request.

"You know what would be reallyyyy good with this cake? Some ice cream to complement it! Oh, and some chocolate milk to wash it down" she said sweetly as she licked her lips after swallowing the last forkful Tom fed her.

She giggled up at him, one of her chubby arms still folded behind her head as her double chin appeared with her smile while her other arm grabbed the hem of her way-too-short top. She gave it a tug down, which caused it to tighten even further against her humongous chest which bulged up against Tom, only to have it ride up once more and expose her very plump, very well-fed belly.

Tom just couldn't say no to that. Gretel tonight was the sexiest she had ever been, and he didn't just think that because she had kissed him and he had gotten to grab her butt. She was at her fullest figure, and looked even fuller from being so well-fed throughout the day. He wanted to fill her up even more.

"Alright, I'll be right back Gretel!" he smiled as he got up from the couch. "Just keep yourself busy, I might take a while. Ummm…my laptop's over on my desk" he suggested before heading out the door.




Now alone in Tom's room, Gretel grabbed Tom's laptop and plopped back down onto the couch (her massive bosom bouncing as she did). She pulled it open and the first thing she saw (after adjusting the monitor so she could see it past her overflowing cleavage) was an opened web page Tom had apparently been browsing, which he forgot to close.

The web page was that of a forum thread dedicated to an internet model, Ashley Ellison, a very curvaceous blonde girl with an enormous rack and a voluptuous hourglass figure. Gretel wasn't surprised at all by the topless pics of the busty blonde—she personally thought the girl was quite sexy, with all those curves. Gretel helped herself to more cake as she browsed the pages of the thread, stumbling upon more pictures and even a few short clips.

She found that over time, Ashley seemed to be getting plumper and plumper, and that she earned even more praise and complements from the forum's posters. Gretel, though a little naïve and a bit slow at times, put two and two together eventually.

"Oooooohhh…so this is what Tom likes, hmmm" she smiled to herself with a giggle as the images of the plumpening figure of Ashley Ellison flashed onscreen. Gretel found herself eagerly reaching for more cake.




Meanwhile, Tom was in the kitchen loading up a large serving tray his mom used during their dinner parties. He had placed on it a large carton of chocolate milk and a tub of ice cream as Gretel requested, but had added a few extra surprises like a small bag of brownies and a few doughnuts to fill up the growing girl even more. He had just finished microwaving a batch of cream-filled éclairs when he remembered something.

"Oh crap!" he went, recalling how he had forgotten to close the forum he was browsing on Ashley Ellison the last time he had used his computer. The colour drained from his face at the thought of Gretel discovering that.

First of all, what would she think of him browsing images of topless, voluptuous, over-endowed blonde girls? True, she fit the description herself (and probably even greater, he thought to himself) but still. Would she think of him a pervert? What if she never wanted to see him again?

Secondly, that particular forum was one celebrating Ashely's gain over her time as a model on the internet. How would Gretel react to THAT? Would she think Tom had purposely been doing the same to her over the past year (which had been mostly unintentional, Tom honestly reasoned with himself), to fulfil his fantasies? She'd definitely take offense if she thought of it that way! But that wasn't it! Tom had to explain himself, and quick.

  
He hurried up the stairs, his fingers feeling numb as he carried the tray piled with fattening treats. He didn't even know why he was still bringing the damn thing—the sight of it would probably just offend Gretel further. Well, the damage was done, he thought. All he needed to do was try to make amends. He opened his bedroom door and stepped in.


"Gretel, I'm so sorry if you saw the page" he began, hurrying in and setting the tray down next to the couch. He saw Gretel seated there, staring at the laptop, and the blood drained from his face. "I promise, it's not what you think, and—" he began, but found himself at a loss of words as Gretel got up from her seat.

She set the laptop aside gently and walked up to him, and only now did he notice that she was grinning.

"Oh Tom, so THAT'S the kind of girl you like, hmmmm? That's soooo cute! Usually guys are into such skinny, shapeless girls, but you're different" she beamed, smiling at him brightly. Tom couldn't believe his ears.

"Y-you're not mad?" he stammered, smiling weakly.

"Mad? Not at all! Why would I be mad!" she giggled, grabbing him by the arm and guiding him back onto his seat on the couch. She smiled down at him past her mammoth chest and showing belly. Tom had noticed she had been eating the cake even in his absence, as she licked her fingers clean of excess chocolate.

"So you're into bigger girls, huh Tom?" she cooed as she turned around, gingerly lowering her enormous behind onto his lap. Her fat ass flooded over it and Tom found his hands resting on her two bulging buttocks for the second time that night, as he felt Gretel's weight crushing his lap a bit.

"Ummmm…you could say that" he admitted with a shy smile.

She turned herself so that she was sitting sideways on his lap now, and he gasped as her enormous bosom came bulging against his face, one of her gigantic breasts pressing hugely against his cheek. Tom slowly raised his hand up a little from its position on one of her big, round buttocks, up her hips and settling onto her plump, chubby love handles. He slid more of his arm around her well-fed, 36" waistline as he felt her exposed tummy flesh bulging heftily onto her own lap. This was one thick girl.

"I find that soooooo cute" she giggled, smiling down at him (her double chin obvious again) as she wrapped her own chubby arm around his neck and pulled him closer affectionately, effectively causing his face to be flooded even more by her gigantic chest. "I saw the girl though, Ashley, was it? She's soooo big and sexy, do you think I could ever compete with her?" pouted Gretel innocently, using her one hand to give her ripped, giving-way tank top a tug.

Tom's eyes bulged in disbelief. Gretel was almost 70 pounds heavier than Ashley Ellison at her greatest weight, and several inches and cup sizes larger too. Gretel didn't only compete with her—she completely eclipsed the internet model!

"Gretel, lemme just say, you are way better than her" smiled Tom up at her, his voice muffled since he was still being smothered by her massive bust.

"Awwww really Tom? But she's soooo voluptuous and busty!" said Gretel sweetly.

"Gretel, what do you call all this then?" said Tom with a slight laugh, as he did something he had never done before. He reached up with his other hand (the one not wrapped around her chubby waist) and cupped one of Gretel's massive breasts (the one not bulging against his face). Or at least tried to. His hand couldn't even hold half of it, as he felt all that boobage overflowing out of his palm and fingers. He gave it a little lift, bobbing it up and down and feeling its weight in his hand. Boy, it was heavy.

Gretel giggled at this.

"Well, now that you mention it, I think I may be a little bustier than her…" she admitted, biting her lower lip as she smiled down at Tom.

"You definitely are, Gretel! Be proud you're such a healthy gal" he said. He seemed transfixed as he struggled to cup and weigh her breast in his too-small hands, making it (and the rest of her huge chest too) jiggle and bounce in her creaking top. She found it cute to see him so overwhelmed by her enormous bosom, unable to hold even one of her boobs as the other bulged hugely against his face. She also liked how his thin arm felt wrapped around her quite well-fed midsection, and how her over-abundant ass seemed to flood over him. She suddenly felt very sexy.  

"Hey Tom" she said in her bubbly tone, readjusting her position on his lap and lying down once more against him like she did before he had left for the kitchen. Her back rested against the couch's arm once more and her enormous boobs and plump belly pressed against his skinny body. "What are you waiting for?" she said with a cute wink, folding those chubby arms behind her head once again as her massive chest bulged upward out of her top which rode up to show off her fully-exposed, chubby gut. "I'm still hungry!" she smiled as she opened her mouth, waiting to be fed.



Tom was surprised as Gretel's discovery of his preference of women seemed to increase her appetite even further, in all senses of the word. Besides swallowing mouthful after mouthful of bites of cake, ice cream, and the assortment of other treats Tom had brought up, Gretel seemed to be snuggling in even closer to him, beckoning for intimacy as she pressed her juicy, full-figured softness against him as he fed her. And Tom, deciding to give the girl what she wanted, indulged her.

"More!" she said eagerly, swallowing another mouthful of cake as she opened her chocolate-stained mouth for another bite. Tom lowered another forkful of the fattening caramel cake into her mouth, her luscious lips closing around it as he pulled it out. Tom wasn't sure if it was the summer temperature or the intimacy of the moment that was causing it, but it really was very hot. So hot that Gretel was perspiring quite a bit, strings of her blonde hair sticking to her pretty face due to her sweat, and beads of moisture glistening on her bulging bits of exposed, smooth flesh.

His hand was on her plump midsection which, by now, was getting really quite sizeable as it bulged onto her thick thighs heavily, making the front part of her tiny shorts almost completely disappear under its overhang. Even that belly, with its showing belly button and overflowing love handles, was moist with perspiration.

"Ooooooh that's better" she sighed with a pretty smile, her double chin appearing as she looked down the length of her robust, sweaty body (although she couldn't see too well past all that boobage) to see Tom's delicate hands rubbing her bloated, well-fed gut tenderly.

"You always know how to pamper me, Tom" she giggled as she reached down and gave her own tummy a few satisfied pats. That blubbery, chubby gut of hers jiggled cutely on Tom's lap, the sight of it pouring over Gretel's thick thighs and all that exposed, sweat-moistened, creamy flesh of hers being extremely arousing.

She reached across him with a chubby arm, which jiggled slightly due to the sudden movement, for the large box of chocolate milk she was downing all on her own.

"The only problem is all your pampering is making all your gifts shrink on me" she smiled, licking her fingers clean after popping in the last of her cream-filled éclair. She licked her lips too as a bit of the strawberry cream filling trickled down her chin.

Tom looked down from her face to one of the gifts she was pertaining to. The ripped "Marvelous Muffin" tank top was now soaked in sweat, making it even more transparent as it stretched like a second skin over Gretel's gargantuan bosom. Her nipples were poking obviously against the wet, skin-tight fabric, and her ridiculous amounts of overflowing cleavage and side-boobage glistened with perspiration. It was quite a steamy scene.

"I guess the heat must've shrunk them" reasoned Tom with a smile, as he allowed both his hands to cup Gretel's massive LL-cup breasts—or again, at least try to. He gave them a squeeze and a jiggle, causing an earthquake of wobbling to ensue.

"Hey that tickles! But I guess you're right, the summer heat must've shrunk them" giggled Gretel after chugging on her chocolate milk to wash down the éclair. She set the carton back down aside.

"BBUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!" she went, letting out one of her signature satisfied belches. "I'm still really sorry about this top you got me though…it's my favourite now, too!" she pouted, stretching her chubby arms up and arching her back as she thrust her enormous chest out even more, making the torn top creak in protest. Tom's eyes bulged at the sight, and he winced at the sound of groaning fabric. Automatically, her hands fell back down and gave the outgrown top a tug over her very exposed tummy, only to have it ride up again.

"Oh don't be sorry Gretel, it looks even better on you these days" winked Tom with a shy smile. "Trust me!" he said, giving her showing belly a tender pat. He then leaned forward  and planted a kiss on Gretel's overflowing cleavage, sweaty with perspiration.

"Awwww thanks Tom! You really are the sweetest" she said, wrapping her chubby arms around him and pulling him into a hug that drove him face-first into her moist, jiggling cleavage.




Gretel continued to eat, and Tom continued to help feed her until soon, she had devoured every last morsel he had brought up to her.

"Ohhhhh that was sooooo good!" smiled Gretel, letting out a satisfied sigh as she walked over to Tom seated on the couch after having tossed her last éclair wrapper into the nearby garbage bin. As she walked closer, Tom could see her now extremely plump, well-fed belly jiggling as it bulged over her poor shorts which were nearly invisible now.

"You look like you had a good time" said Tom, smiling back up at her past her enormous, bulging, sweaty breasts.

"Oh yeah, definitely!" she said, climbing onto his lap facing him this time. She sat her fat ass down, pouring over his legs and knees again, as her bulging tummy pressed against his torso and her giant boobs bulged inches from his face. He could barely see her face past them. "Is it just me or is it HOT in here?"

To Tom's surprise, Gretel then grabbed the hem of her outgrown tank top and began to tug it upward. She encountered a bit of resistance up top, naturally, but after a few groans and heaves, she managed to pull it off.

Tom withheld a gasp as Gretel's enormous breasts came tumbling out, now free of their inadequate prison. Despite their massive size and weight, they were wonderfully shaped, full and perky, although naturally due to their sheer mass they flopped down heavily once released from her bra.

"I hope you don't mind, Tom…it was just so hot" she said, a teasing smile crossing her face as she pressed herself against him.




Before he knew it, Tom Downing was on his bed with his high school crush, Gretel Humphrey, and they were both naked in the heat of the moment. He was on top of her for once, looking down at her and taking in her buxom, excessive form as she lay spread out on his bed.

On her pretty face was an expression of ecstasy, and even as they made love Gretel's naturally soft, beautiful features made her look so innocent as she smiled up at him in between heavy breaths and moans. Those chubby arms of hers were spread out on the bed, framing the focal point of the image before him that was her enormous chest. With each thrust her gigantic boobs wobbled and jiggled, having succumbed to gravity as she lay down without a bra and overflowing to the sides against her arms. Even her tummy, so plump and chubby after all that food, jiggled and wobbled.

Tom saw his bed sheets were soaked in Gretel's sweat, the busty girl's gigantic watermelons moist with perspiration, as well as every inch of her. As they humped, he grabbed a handful of bouncing boobage, squeezing it, which made Gretel moan even more. His other hand held onto her thick waist, squeezing handfuls of her meaty love handles as he continued to thrust and grope her massive breasts.

After several minutes Gretel let out a final moan and a sigh of pleasure as they finished.



Later Tom was lying in the dark on his side, pushed to the edge of his bed. It was the most amazing night of his life. He turned to look to his side at the beautiful, buxom blonde goddess sleeping angelically next to him. He could see the outline of Gretel's robust curves in the moonlight, the extreme transition from her plump but shapely waist to her flaring-out, voluptuous thighs as she lay on her side facing him. The reason why he was pushed to the edge of his bed lay just a few inches from him—Gretel's gigantic boobs bulged beside him, taking up several inches of space in front of her. He suspected her big round ass did the same behind. Tom couldn't blame her, really. His bed wasn't very big to begin with, and she was quite a well-developed girl.

He smiled to himself as he watched her snoring ever-so-lightly, even in her sleep her pretty face smiling. She stirred, murmuring something a bit and repositioning herself onto her back, causing her enormous breasts to wobble immensely. Space! Tom decided to seize the opportunity and lay on his back as well next to the full-figured beauty, although her chubby arm bulged over his and he felt her leg spread across him and settle on top of his own legs, her thick warm thigh weighing heavily onto his own.

It was still the greatest night of his life, and tomorrow was going to be even better.