POV Your Gfs 3000lb+ Mama 5 Mass Builder Stuffing “Still waiting for your date?...” The young waiter says to you quietly as you stare at your watch. “Yeah she uh… should be here any minute…” You reply back in the same tone. Where was she? Ever since she started working out she had become so flaky. She wasn’t answering texts as fast, she was always at the gym with that Eric guy, one of your classmates that seemed to be eating up more and more of Jessie’s time. The waiter nodded. It had already been 30 minutes. You had already polished off two small baskets of complimentary bread at Jessie’s favorite Italian restaurant. Just a few months ago when the two of you ate together at the same booth, Jessie had to be moved to a different table due to her growing girth. She had polished off several pounds of all you can eat breadsticks, chicken parm, and several desserts. Back then she was a 300+ pound porker with her mama’s appetite. Now her mom had completely taken over her way of thinking. The manipulative mass of mom meat who was well over 2500 pounds herself, had convinced her daughter that you were concerned about her growing bod. She insisted that you had spoken to her in private about how you preferred your girls with little meat on their bones, a fact that couldn’t be further from the truth. After all, you were secretly dating her mom, the one and a quarter ton weighing blob of overfed blubber that had a belly so downright enormous that it had swallowed a pizza delivery driver just a few days ago. The poor guy was trapped in her gigantic rolls that had him trapped like a fly in a venus fly trap. Atleast Miss. Summers was sharing some of her food for him, otherwise who knows what would happen to the poor pinned blonde boy with the biggest woman attached to his hip. Finally you saw Jessie come in. The former downright fat blonde well over 300 pounds was now an in shape hottie completely unregonizable to the woman you started dating just a few months ago. In each of her growing arms were two tubs of muscle mass building protein powder that looked heavy enough to use as weights in a workout. In fact, every part of Jessie was changing. Her once cellulite covered legs were now decked out in defining bulging muscles that flexed with every step. Back in the day it wasn’t uncommon to see Jessie struggling to carry herself on a campus walk. Now she was half her weight with bulking muscle to boot. The unconfident southern shy girl that you had fallen in love with was now a gym bro girl’s dream. A future muscle mama with the intention of only getting bigger. The only thing that looked somewhat like the old Jessie was her gut. Normally a girl with her build would be rocking washboard abs that glistened in the southern sun. Except for Jessie, her diet of high calorie, high protein, nonstop protein powder had rendered her gut into a flabby spare tire that could not get the same muscle treatment as the rest of her redesigned build. That wasn’t to say Jessie was fat, no she was thick, made up of newly discovered muscle mass that ran from head to toe. But that belly of hers was still unable to slim down. It was defiantly her “target area” and weak zone. Perhaps a few crunches instead of nonstop chocolate chunk flavored mass builder would be the change she needed to get that build she so clearly wanted. Jessie smiled at you. Her chubby face with her signature double chin that never seemed to go away was now a distant memory. Her jawline now visible, her chipmunk cheeks that were always crammed with food were now thin and hugged her jawline perfectly. She walked to you confidently, her tight graphic tees that could barely contain that belly of hers were now replaced with a tank top from the gym that was still wet from her post workout shower. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, still dark and wet as she scooted past the man holding the door for her. Your heart drops as you instantly recognize the man behind her. Her trainer, Eric. The chiseled brown-haired Chad looking surfer smiled at Jessie as the two laughed together. It must have been an inside joke. Miss. Summers had told you that the two were always laughing on the phone together while you were away at work to pay for your secret girlfriend’s food bills that were getting more expensive by the day. You watch the two make their way to your table. Their matching tank tops reading “World’s best Trainer” and “World’s Best Trainee.” Forget that these outfits were not appropriate for the restaurant you were eating at, but the level of manipulation by her mom to get you away from her former chunky daughter and become fully devoted to her needs was next level. Of course, if you knew that was going on. After all, Miss. Summers did her plotting when each of you were separated. “Hey you!” Jessie said as she plopped her giant drums of protein powder onto the table. The glasses, and bread plates shaking along with the table that made everyone in the restaurant turn their heads. Back in the day Jessie would turn heads due to her growing gut of hers that could demolish enough food to feed a small family. Back in the day Jessie would make an even louder noise with her presence when she plopped her wide rear into whatever chair had the misfortune of holding her chunky self-up. Now however, her recent obsession with working out and refueling with enough meat and mass gainers to fuel a small army had changed her into a former fat girl trapped in a gym girl’s body. Not to mention, she still had her mother’s appetite… You got up as you and Jessie shared a kiss. The girl’s breath smelling of chocolate mass builder that was now occupying the entire table. The two chairs that sat across from each other were now being joined by a third, Jessie’s trainer, Eric, without introducing himself yet had already grabbed a spare chair and dragged it next to the two of you. “And this is Eric, my trainer. I’ve told him so much about you!” Jessie said as both of you answer. “I know.” Both you and Eric answered thinking that she was speaking to you. Now your first moments with this muscular man would forever be remembered with this awkward exchange. Eric smiled as he shook your hand. His grip strong enough to crush your bones if he wasn’t careful. You nod politely but clearly didn’t have the same look on your face that he did. “I hope it’s okay that I brought Eric. He’s going over my new mass builder protein powder with me.” Eric nodded happily. “That’s right. Jessie has been killing it! I’ve never seen someone put away as much protein powder as she can.” You smile politely knowing where she gets it from. In fact, last night you had poured several drums of that same powder with chocolate milk into her mom’s mouth. Miss. Summers had been polishing off protein powder faster than her daughter could order it. In fact, Jessie had to stop ordering it to the house due to her mom making you find it in Jessie’s room and feed it to her. The results had been astounding. Not only was Miss. Summers now completely addicted to the delicious chocolatey chunk goodness that was adding dozens of pounds to her frame with every drum she consumed, she was also growing more and more dependent on the filling drink to keep her satisfied inbetween her now constant feeding sessions that took place when you were around. Jessie seemed to be enjoying the drink as much as her mom was. Of course, while Miss. Summers was drinking it only because she was a food obsessed glutton with nothing else left to do in her life besides feed. Her now health crazed hyper-focused daughter was drinking it in an attempt to shed those last few pounds of stubborn belly fat that were driving her crazy. She also was using it to refuel and replenish her growing muscles that were being shredded apart every time she was with Eric. Jessie smiled with a hint of pride. Her now pointy chin shooting to the sky. “It must be from my mom. That girl knows how to EAT!” Jessie said looking at you jokingly. “OMG I gotta have you over at some point soon. I dunno how she’s doing it but she’s seriously porking up recently.” You smile, pretending you have no idea what your girlfriend is talking about. The fact of the matter was that you had just been over to her house only an hour ago to feed her mom. Her gargantuan gains were far from a mystery because YOU were the one enabling this middle-aged gluttonous mother to eat, eat, eat! You wouldn’t be surprised if Miss. Summers had passed the 3000-pound mark at this point. She was guzzling chocolate weight gainer like it was chocolate milk. She was addicted, obsessed with the stuff that now needed to be ordered by the pallet to her garage that was now being used as her temporary storing warehouse until her stomach commanded you to pile more into her mouth. And it was always more. Everyday she demanded more. She begged for it. Screamed for more delicious weight gain goodness. She could care less about the side effects to her ballooning waistline, booty, and boobage. She knew it only captivated you more. Made you weaker, made you crave her as much as she craved the food that only you could get for her. After all, her daughter barely fed her anymore. And anytime she did it was all the crap that her trainer was making her eat. Jessie tried to pass on rice and chicken, beef and potatoes, hell, even a protein bar. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing could satisfy her appetite like you could. She would never admit it, but Miss. Summers needed you more than you needed her… “So how much should I drink a day if I want to get rid of this gut?” Jesse said as she motioned to her belly which was still managing to hang over her yoga shorts. Her once deep belly button now shallow. The thick double belly that you had fallen in love with months ago was now a shell of itself, with a small little roll creasing her almost flat stomach. She attempted to give it a lift and hefty shake to symbolize how belly heavy she was. Instead she could only get under her belly with a few fingers. “Well I wouldn’t say too much… You don’t want to start gaining all over the place right?” “I only want to gain muscle. What do you think?” Jessie said a wink as she flexed her arms. Her once saggy, jiggly auntie arms that swayed every time she walked, that were creased with cellulite and rolls were now chiseled little members of pure muscle that were bigger than your arms. Jessie smiled. As you looked at her. Gawd if only she could start gaining like her mother. If she could get just as addicted to the thick drink as her mother could. You had an idea… “I mean she’ll probably have to drink a lot!” You say. “After all, you want to keep all the weight off that you lost. I think a gallon with every meal would be good. What do you think, Jessie?...” Jessie put her small hand on her chin, the southern blonde thinking to herself. “I mean… it couldn’t hurt right? I really need this pouch outta here. Then I can get back to focusing on my arms.” Eric smiled. He had his own plans in mind. For over a year he had been trying to find the perfect student that could gain muscle as fast as Jessie. She was a machine. In only a few months she had transformed from an obese college girl to a jacked girl boss that could lift almost as much as he could. If he could get Jessie to the big leagues, she could get him out of this small southern college town and become a national trainer. “Yeah, I think your boyfriend has a point…” He said, trying to hide his smirk. “In fact, let’s get you to one gallon before and after every meal. As well as before, during, and after every workout. I want this to be like water for you. You should always be drinking this.” You look at the man next to you. Clearly, he had a thing for Jessie. How could he not? She had transformed from a bloated belly heavy mini version of her mother into the lifting queen he had molded her into. The two had become inseparable. He was with her before, during, and after school, training her nearly 24/7. Not to mention the constant texts and phone calls. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you jealous. But he might be onto something… if he wanted her to drink that crap for his personal reasons and you wanted her to for your reasons, then maybe the two of you could make a good team… “So before and after every meal?..” Jessie counted on her once swollen fingers. “So that’s six… and then we workout 3 times a day… which is 9… so 14 gallons a day? Do you think I can handle that much?... that seems like a lot…” Jessie said as she looked at the two drums sitting in front of her. “Oh don’t worry. I hear it’s really easy to put down and sort of addicting…” You say, referencing what you have seen happen to her mother. Eric nodded. “Why don’t we just make it 15 gallons a day? The school can help pay for it. I’ll put it in my expenses for our workout club.” “Oh wow! Thank you guys so much! If that’s what it takes to get rid of this little belly of mine than sign me up!” You nod as you glance at Eric who was already imagining Jessie as an oversized mass of pure muscle while you imagined her as an even bigger version of her mom. The only problem was whose fantasy would end up coming true?... “Well you heard him, babe.” You say as you scoot your chair over to her. “A gallon before every meal.” “But I really should make room for all that steak I was supposed to eat. Right, Eric?...” Jessie said as Eric unzipped a gallon of whole milk from his workout bag and combined it with the drum of protein powder. “Oh this will make room for you, open up!” Eric said as he tilted the gallon in front of Jessie’s mouth. The once former hefty hog opened wide as the first gallon began pouring down her mouth. Jessie did her best to keep up with the chocolate coated mass builder as she chugged along. GLUG GLUG GLUG GLUG Jessie wheezed as she wiped her fact clean. “Phew… that was kinda a lot… are you sure I should-BBBBBWWUUUURRPPPP…ohhhh… have that much before dinner?...” “Of course Jessie, I’ve led you this far, right? This will turn that belly to abs in no time!” Jessie’s little belly bump was now replaced with a pot belly full of chocolate weight gain milk. The overstuffed gym rat groaned as she nodded. “If this is what it takes… then that’s what I gotta do…” She said as she placed both hands on her belly. “Ooof! That feels bigger… Are you sure this stuff is supposed to help with losing belly fat-“ “Here let me lend you a hand, Eric!” You say as you pour another gallon into your girlfriend’s mouth. Jessie’s eyes squint as she struggles to chug along. The guzzling girl was being pumped with thousands of calories every second as she grunted and groaned. GLUG GLUG GLUG BBBBWAAAARPPPPPPPP GLUG GLUG BBBBWWUUURPPPPP GLUG BLAAARRPPPP BUUURPPPPP GLUG FLLLLLURRRRRPPPPPP Jessie’s arms fell limply to her sides. Her belly growing bigger by the second as dozens of pounds began piling onto her muscular frame. Her arms and legs growing seemingly bigger with each gulp as her muscles continues to harden, expand, and grow further as her belly grew fatter and fatter. Her pot belly continued to grow. Faster and faster with each labored gulp as her belly button began to grow deeper and deeper. More mass filled belly blubber began to overhang her tightening yoga shorts that were struggling to contain her growing legs that seemed to be growing more muscular with each sip. “I think it’s working already!” Eric lied. “Don’t you?” Jessie rubbed her belly. Her eyes closed as she tried to injest all of the drink that was becoming tastier and tastier with each second. Her hands looked even larger, more muscular as her fattening middle began to look closer and closer to the one she had lost just a month or so ago. “I don’t know… feels so… big-GGGGWWWAAAURRRRPPPPP!!” “That’s just the milk. It’ll settle in your stomach soon and go back to normal.” Eric lied. Jessie gulped along as you prepared another gallon. This wasn’t your first time feeding a Summers girl some of this muscle maker. And at the rate Jessie was growing, it wouldn’t make you wanna stop ever again. Jessie’s belly now plopped onto her lap. Her thick middle spilling over her shorts as she groaned. “I think I need more… it’s not working yet… I gotta get rid of this gut before our weight lifting competition…” She said weakly.”Gawd my arms look so much bigger tho… I think it’s sorta working. Just not down here yet…” The waiter returned to the feeding frenzy happening at your table. “Can I get two steaks please?... This stuff is making me hungry…” The end! 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