>Girl decides to fatten her brother up.
>She’s a typical bratty schoolgirl, constantly rolling her eyes and annoyed by everything.
>Whenever she’s out with her brother in public she’s always mocking him for his size, bitching at him whenever he gets out of breath.
>Behind closed doors her teasing is way more sexual.
>”You want this sweet little body, don’t you, fatass? I can see it in your eyes.”
>She straddles him in her schoolgirl outfit while he lies there, totally stuffed from a feeding session beforehand.
>”I bet you’d love nothing more than for your little sister to dig under all that fat and play with your cock, huh?”
>He just nods.
>She gives a condescending chuckle and pulls herself in closer.
>”That’s what I thought, fatass.”

>Brother and sister find new "ways" so their parents don't find out
>If mom or dad are in the house, sister just excuses herself to the bathroom
>And with just a massive fat slob of a son, they don't even question his whereabouts and just assume he's in his room jacking off
>In reality, they're both in the bathroom, naked with sister giving the fat Fuck a lap dancing, gagging him and whispering to him in his ear
>"Is the piggy fucking horny? God you're a massive blob. If mom and dad ever found out, they'd probably think you groomed me or some bullshit like that. But I'm sure so long as you can still walk, they'll never know. But who knows how long even THAT will last you disgusting pig..."
>And of Course she would leave within five minutes to make sure dearest mom and dad don't even question if she had to take a Shit, as brother decides to finish his more 'organic' needs...

>He had always been big, but lately, it was becoming harder to walk
>The stuffing from the one girl that appreciated his size, his own sister, seems to have finally started taking its toll.
> It all started in Senior year. He had been, what was it? 300? He was always bullied and teased for his weight, but he never thought anything of it.
>Not until she started reading him.
>It was sly remarks at the dinner table here and there, then passing comments in the hallways, but the teasings were different for her.
>He was probably autistic, sure, but he could SEE the lust, the desire.
>He had to test though, so one night at the dinner table, he went all out.
>Pasta night was always his favorite, he usually got 2 helpings. This  night though, he was gonna push the limit.
>It wasn't until his parents stopped him at his 4th helping, did he look and see her.
>Biting her lip, looking at him wide eyed with her legs crossed in a very loose pair of pink pajamas.
>With only a glimpse, he swears he could SEE some dampness to them near the groin region.
>Still, he knew what he had to do.
>Later that night, he sent her a text
>Sis, we need to talk.
>Its 12:45 AM and I have practice tomorrow tubby, what about?
>Finally, he sent the text that would change everything
>I saw how you looked at me during Dinner.
>From then on out, the comments became more sexual, the sneaking also started occurring.
>Snack cakes, chocolates that were meant for her, all were giving to him. Soon he started to explode.
>By the end of senior year, he had gained 25 lbs, and it drove her wild.
>He remembers the first time they became more than siblings.
>It was during School Spirit day, the lockers were empty and his manhood, buried under all his flab was hard as a rock. 
>She tested him to meet in the locker rooms after school, and he complied.
>Out from around the corner, she approached him slowly.
>First came the skirt, being kicked to the floor as she approached the tub of lard seductively that she referred to as her brother. Then came the top, her bra going with it
>Finally with a shimmy of her hips, the panties went to.
>Strip piggy. And he did.
>It was hard at first, but once he managed to get on his back using the benches, she was able to straddle him while grabbing at handfuls of his gut.
>That night, they became more then simply brother and sister.
>And it went down hill from there.

>After that night, the amount stuffings increased. It was no longer snack cakes and chocolates, but buffets and greasy fast food being shoveled into him.
>She was relentless, as if a demon of lust had taken over and all she could envision is her brother getting bigger
>A vast ocean of lard and flab.
>He didn't know the full extent of her vision, not at first.
>Sure when he passed 380 lbs a year and a half later, he was a little worried about his health, especially when his parents started to take notice. But in reality, the sex was too good to pass up.
> He's a blimp, his father said one night, not knowing that he could here.
> He's almost 23, 400 lbs, and doesn't have any aspirations in life!
>His mother was more understanding
> Give him a break, he's been bullied about his weight by for a long time! And it's not like you're helping! I just think that he's a little lost right now. Is he morbidly obese? Yes, but that doesn't mean it's too late to lose it.
>His father just sighed in disappointment. 
> Fine. Hopefully his sister will be able to help him get his ass in shape when they're both going to college. Why she decided he would be staying in her and her friend's place I'll never know. But hopefully she'll be able to get him into his own social circle soon enough.
>He stopped paying attention after that, his fat cock spasming as he remembered the plan his sister created
> Alright Tubbo, here's the deal. My friend Cynthia has a place near AU that she says I can stay in. And no, I didn't tell her your fat ass could be there too, now shut up. Now, since she's a clueless bitch and is flying to New York, that means you and I get to have some more fun. But ONLY if you keep this lard bod of yours growing, got it?
>It was a simple request at the time, plus, with all the stuffing sessions and the idea of sex every night, he never imagined the true plan his sister had in mind.
>So when the time finally came and he and her waved their goodbyes to their parents, their college lives seemed to be grand. At least to him, anyways...
>What he didn't know, was that his dear sister cancelled his admission. Something that would bother him at the time of their arrival
>But with an almost endless stock of snacks, pork, and video games; his days mainly consisted of lazing around and eating
>Within a few months, he finally reached and surpassed 400...
>If only he realized just how skinny that was, compared to him now...

>It was a hot summer night, and she was bored out of her skull.
>She mindlessly scrolled through her phone, as she often did, looking for some sort of excitement.
>Her girlfriends were all busy at volleyball practice, and the revolving door of boys that she hooked up with were all somehow MIA.
>With no one to talk to and no one to fuck, her mind kept drifting back to one person.
>Her lazy lardass of a brother.
>Fucking UGH, why did she have to be so attracted to him?
>It wasn't like this was an unexpected occurrence, either. 
>While all her volleyball friends were busy ogling the built physiques of the football team, she was drooling over all the fat boys in her class.
>The way that their bellies wobbled around beneath their too-tight shirts, the heavy, labored breathing that signified a severe lack of exercise, the way that their asses filled out their sweatpants...
>She always felt a twinge of resentment with that last one, as she often found herself wishing for an ass that big.
>And now her socially awkward, sedentary cow of a brother was packing on even more pounds.
>And it drove her fucking crazy. 
>Christ, just watching him waddle around the house was enough to get her all flustered.
>She just wanted to lift that shirt up and shove her face into his pillowy gut and play with his massive moob and-
>Christ, she was soaking wet.
>Unable to resist the temptation of her brother's blubbery body any longer, she opened up her messenger app and shot him a quick text.
>"Hey fatty, come down here."
>Almost immediately, his response came back.
>"Can't, I'm busy."
>'Yeah fucking right.' She thought to herself, 'Playing video games all damn day hardly counts as being busy.'
>More realistically, he was probably already in bed and too lazy to get up and make the trek to her room.
>She knew she had to make it worth his while.
>She lifted off her sleep shirt, reveling the tight, toned body that lay underneath.
>She snapped a quick photo and sent it his way, taking care to make sure that it wasn't too revealing.
>After all, she wanted to show him what he was missing. 
>A few seconds after the photo went through, she could tell she'd done her job.
>She relished in the creaking sounds of her fat fuck of a brother struggling to get out of bed.
>As his heavy footsteps thudded down the hall, she was literally quivering in anticipation.
>Finally, the door swung open, revealing her brother, red-faced and sweating for more than one reason.
>She just laid their in smug satisfaction.
>"Still too busy to come down?"
>He just shook his head, too out of breath to say anything else.

> "463 lbs-ZzRrt"
> The Machine that was his weight scale was on it's last legs, the fact it managed this far after he surpassed 300 was a miracle of itself.
> He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror.
> He looked almost like an Apple, with all his fat seeming to droop off of him.
> His fat moobs were bigger than his sister's breasts, a testament to his gluttony.
> His rolls cascaded down his sides, and he reached down to grope two, 3 more took their places, albeit smaller.
> He turned and looked at his bed crushing ass
> Remembering when he accidentally broke the bed while on top of his sister after that one boring night.
> Never did he imagine he would see her so turned on yet so pissed at the same time.
> Then, there was the monster that he considered his belly.
> Easily his biggest asset, he was pleasantly surprised that it didn't turn into two big rolls, but a long hanging slab of fat, with a small vertical crease at the very bottom
> It was obviously his sister's favorite thing too. Though she wouldn't admit it. 
> "463..." He whispered, gently caressing his engorged body.
> How much more? He wondered. Then, the images he imagined of him bigger played out.
> 500 lbs, he was a walking behemoth of sagging fat
> 550 lbs, his ass would easily get stuck in doorways, he would get so out of breath to the point he would collapse, simply from walking a few feet.
> 600 lbs, his belly would go lower and lower, most likely past his knees
> 650 lbs, it would be impossible for him to jack off, something he imagined his little sadist of a sister would enjoy and poke fun of to no end.
> 700 lbs, barely, BARELY mobile, but still able to get out of bed, if not for a few seconds...
> The images he would have after, of his little sister submerged under his mountain of a fat body, just to pleasure him once in a while, almost made him orgasm.

> As he thought about his ever climbing weight, his cock stiffening with each thought, he never noticed the door creak open.
> She loved watching him like this. Touching his own fat body, jiggling it around. Just watching would make her wet.
> And she couldn't wait for him to be BIGGER.
> She knew this plan was crazy, she knew that if anyone found out the truth, she would most likely be imprisoned and the both of them separated.
> She knew, she would lose all the respect she had gained from their parents, years of work and manipulation, gone.
> But when she looked at that butter ball. She wondered, just how far could she take this?
> Just how far was she willing to see this pig get bigger? Hell, how much bigger did she really want him? 
> Though the questions were a little troubling, she softly and quietly closed the door and headed to her room.
> Phone in hand, she sent a quick text to him, asking if he wanted to be top or bottom tonight.
> She smiled when he said bottom, her favorite position for him.

> A week later, there was a tragic phone call that would end their college lives prematurely.

>The funeral was a very dark event. Especially when the rest of the family saw just how Big he was.
>From crude and rude remarks, to out right hostility, it wasn't all the surprising why the family didn't go to too many reunions.
>But that wasn't the point. As he and his sis sat in front row, his ass covering up almost a third of the bench; their parents' coffins lay open, their lifeless bodies seeming almost at peace.
>They were both in shock, and they both knew it. When the phone call came, his sis almost tried laughing. But from how the unknown speaker was sounding, all he saw was her shaking her head before narrowly collapsing.
>Being as big as he was had it's perks. His flab and weight easily enough to support her from behind, as if she was leaning against a wall. Said wall was made of flesh and fat.
>It was a car accident, apparently. They were driving home after a date until a drunk driver T-boned them going 60mph in a 25mph zone.
>Whether he should be thankful they died on impact, he still couldn't decide.
>Once the ceremony was over, did an even more hectic week begin. After the bodies were buried, the reading of the will stated that the estate would be his, and any passive sources of income would go to his sister.
>He had never seen her look so sullen, especially when hearing how much she would be making passively. Dad might have been a traditional man, but he was smart and knew just what stocks to invest in so he and mom could retire.
>After the week, and a few not-so-heartfelt goodbyes from the family, the two were sitting together in their pare- HIS house.
>"What do we do?"
>She looked towards him, her face telling him she was just as lost as he. 
>Before he could utter a word, his stomach growls. She looked at him sternly, before sighing.
>"Good point. Feel like I haven't eaten in ages... Which means you were probably starving yourself, y-you fatso..."
>The last insult seemed to have been said as an afterthought, her normal sadistic behavior clearly not present.
>He frowned, but was still excited to finally stop holding back.

>A few more weeks went by. He didn't know if it was the shock, or the depression, but he and her weren't really fucking, Hell, she was barely stuffing him. But they were stuffing themselves. To the point where he noticed something he never thought he would see...
>It was tiny, especially compared to him, but it was still a muffin top. And this awakened something in him.
>He enjoyed being huge, sure. And he knew his sister liked his size, as evidence by their college fucking. But seeing her gain weight, turned him on.
>It wasn't a hard on like he would get when looking at himself, but it was a half chub nonetheless.  

>Several more months went by. He hadn't seen her talking or hanging with friends, but he could tell she was frustrated, and she turned that frustration to eating. It wasn't long before once again she was stuffing him. But this time, he would notice her partaking in a few burgers here and there, maybe a slice of cake or three.
>Slowly but surely, their sensual stuffings returned, with her joining in on occasion.

>One night, when he was playing video games, she came into his room, bottle in hand and reeking of booze.
>"I've gotten fat, hav- *hic* haven't I?"
>She approached him, taking in how huge he was. Her breathing getting heavier the closer she got to him.
>He was confused, but considering they haven't fucked in a while, he allowed her to climb onto his stomach, her small fat belly pressing into his mountain of one.
>She grabbed hers, giving it a small jiggle.
>"I blame you, yo-*hic*u fat pssh of shhit. Look at you, so fucking fat,"
>She lowered her face close to his, the stench of vodka now more present
>"And sho fucking sexy..."
>They made out. His tongue intertwining with hers, she would pinch and grope his moobs, making him grown as she grinded her hips onto his belly.
>"I, I want jou fatter *hic* pig. I want you too fucking fat to ever leave me..."
>She leaned her head onto his shoulder, and judging from the wetness, she had tears streaking down her face.
>"Okay." He said.
>He caressed her, brushing his sausage fingers through his sister's hair. If he had to become a blob to keep her happy, then so be it.

>Several months later, after a doctor's visit, he weighed in at 503 lbs. But that didn't surprise him. What surprised him was the 173 lbs from his forbidden lover.
>That night, their passionate fucking was the most intense yet.

>They had been living off their parents money for a while now. Truth be told, it almost seemed like a fever dream to her.
>She never let it show, but the death of their parents hit her hard, WAY hard.  She was a bitch, sure.
>She was a Slut, alright, true enough. 
>But when people started attacking her and wanting to hang with her because of her money, that was when it really hit home just how far her life had fallen.
>"Fuck. Them." She said one night.
>Why? Why? Even her closest friends just now started making fun of her climbing weight.
>Had she gained a few pounds, well, yeah, but she wasn't NEARLY as huge as her landwhale of a brother.
>Yet, as she would shower, feeling, fondling her new fat tummy, she realized, she might actually enjoy getting a bit bigger too.
>She smirked, as she remembered the night after the doctor's office.
>It was the most intense session of theirs yet. And she hates to admit it, but she grabbed her own tummy while holding up his as they both climaxed.
>Thank God she was on the pill...

>They had ordered EVERYTHING, from the Taco Bell menu, with the intentions of stuffing him, that was until she ordered a few slushies and a fewhalf eextra 1/2 lbs burritos.
>"What? There for me fat ass."
>Her brother had always been squeamish, yet as he moved his hand onto his belly (something she noticed he did often when he was serious) he seemed even more apprehensive.
>"A-are you okay?"
>It was such a simple 3 words that she genuinely laughed as they were pulling away from the Taco Bell.
>"No. Let's see, I'm fucking my own flesh and blood brother, who currently weighs over 500 fucking pounds. It turns me on, so that's another fucked up thing about that. Our parents are fucked DEAD. D.E.A.D! Those I considered my friends kicked me off the volley ball team BECAUSE, and I fucking quote, 'the bitch is too depressing to be around. Plus, her brother is a disgusting slob.'
>"And now, now I'm currently going home with my 500lb brother to stuff him with an entire fast food menu, and myself, before most likely having to ride his fat-buried COCK, because he's too fat to do anything in bed!"
>She slammed a fist against the steering wheel, breathing heavy as tears began to well up in her eyes.
>"Fuck it." She said.
>They pulled up to a McDonald's menu, where he watched in awe, as she proceeded to order 15 big Macs.
>After pulling away with thei-HER prize, she immediately pulled one out and began tearing into it, making a mess.
>"whut? I gaet,"
> She swallowed.
> "If you get to eat as much as you fucked want, then so do I. I'm grieving, you fucking lard ball!"
> Several months if fucking and eating passed, and she did indeed start to gorge herself like he did.
>And with no aspiration or Volleyball practice, her muffin top slowly transformed into a saggy, almost Milf like pear-shape. 
>Thank God it was easier for her to ride at 211 lbs.

> She stared at the little stick in her hands
> One day. The one fucking day, she forgot to take her pill.
> The little stick then displayed a small pink minus sign, and she sighed in relief.
> It was a close one, that was for sure. She leaned back and rubbed her new tummy. If she had gotten pregnant, she had no idea what she'd tell him.
> She chuckled, as she could imagine being as blunt as possible.
> "Hey fat ass, guess what? You're gonna be a daddy!"
> Her own fucking brother.
> She sighed again, she needed a drink. Getting up, she proceeded to walk to the kitchen and grab the nearest bottle of vodka.
> She also grabbed 3 boxes of Zebra Cakes, and crashed on the couch, watching television as she stuffed her face.
> He was most likely in his room, she reasoned. 
> The fact he's still probably lamenting about the fact he got stuck in his doorway the reason why, she would surmise. 
> Because at 563 lbs, her brother was a walking behemoth of jiggling fat. A mountain of lard.
> She loved seeing his fat shake as he would position himself on his back, lifting up his belly to reveal yet more fat burying his cock.

> She fished in the couch cushions before finding her prize, her  freshly rolled blunt.
> Lighting it up, she took a long drag, feeling the herbal smoke filling up her core

> She rubbed her crotch longingly. Soon. Soon He won't ever be able to leave that room. Once then, then she could start thinking about a possible family.

> She exhaled, smoke forming a cloud in front of her.

> "Let's just hope your okay being an immobile dad..." She whispered to herself.

> It was so hard to breathe
> He struggled, sweat dripping down his cascading rolls if flesh as he laid on his side.
> One hand lift up his immense bean bag if a belly, the other desperately searching inside his fat pad for his sensitive cock.
> He's been so horny after passing 550 lbs, his appetite and lust for his now much heavier sister evident as he he tries to dig further and further through his fat.
> With one last push of exertion, he manages to get a hold of it.
> His sausage fingers sending spikes of pleasure though his buried shaft as he began to stroke it.
> She seemed more stressed today than usual, but he's sure she was just hungry.
> Images if his widening sister flashed through his mind, as he imagined a barely mobile version of him on top, his belly almost obscuring his dear sis from view
> Sweat and pain from exerting himself so much as he would shift his fat forward and back, bringing his cock in and out, in and out.
> His sister grabbing handfuls of his humongous body as he neared his climax.
> Finally, with a final tug, he came, making a mess amongst his rolls of fat.
> He didn't care that much though. His sister always found it funny and would mock him for being so horny for her ass.
> An ass that was definitely growing out.
> He smiled as he swears he could smell a sickly odor from out of his room.
> He wonders just how Big she will get compared to him...

> "Yes... Yes, right there, right... OW, Fuck! Get OFF, SHIT"
> With a large amount of leaning, he forced himself off from on top of her.
> "Jesus... Alright fat ass, looks like you're too heavy to be on top..."
> She sighed in aggravation, she was so close to climax, only for the lard ass to get too tired of supporting the majority of his weight.
> *Wheeze* "Sorry, I... Really couldn't *Wheeze* sit like that for long..."
> She smirked, slapping his belly playfully.
> "Considering your fat ass is over a quarter of a ton, no wonder. And to think, I used to be fucking guys who DIDN'T have layers of blubber they had to lug around."
> She paused.
> "When was the last time you weighed yourself?"
> "Uh, I think the last time I could leave the room? Considering you won't widen some of the doors-"
> "Not gonna happen, I don't want anyone to know or see how much I've packed on!"
> He sighed, rolling his eyes at both the irony, and the fact she already did so once before 
> "It has to have been 8 months, right?" He said.
> "You're asking as if I fucking know. I remember I WANTED to weigh you after I found that you had tried jacking off, but that doesn't seem like 8 months ago. I think?"
> "Well, help me up and get through the door!"
> She groaned, still acting like a spoilt princess
> "Can't I just bring the scale in here? It would make things so much easier!"
> He contemplated it. His body was a cascading amount of flesh, and besides getting up to use the bathroom (He was thankful they at least got an industrial sized toilet, and she at least widened the bathroom door) he really didn't move that much. Hell, even eating was taking time away from video games, as it almost seemed like they were constantly ordering take out and fast food.
> "Okay." He relented
> After 20 minutes, she finally managed to lug the very heavy duty scale into the room.
> Out of breath, she sat on his reinforced bed, noticing her belly now passing over her crotch
> "Fuck, maybe I should weigh myself too. Look at this,"
> She jostled her belly before slapping it.
> "Next thing you know, I'll be big as you!"
> She winked at that, obviously joking.
> "Alright. Since your body is hard to get up piggy, Imma weigh myself first."
> Stepping into the scale, he took the time to admire how Big his sister's fat ass had gotten.
> "Calculating..." The scale beeped.
> After another tense minute, he could already feel himself getting hard again in anticipation.
> Finally...


> "293 lbs..."
> The Silence would probably hinder most men.
> But as he stared at his sister's back side after hearing that, he couldn't help but release a moan of sexual frustration.
> What he didn't expect was for his sister to turn around with a look of disgust and loathing.
> "What the FUCK, are you moaning about, huh?!"
> She took a moment to look at him, as he was trying to reach under his fat to jack off.
> "God, you like me getting this fucking huge, don't you? You like how Big my fucking ass has gotten; not like any girl with an ass smaller would even dare think of being with you..."
> She approached slowly, her saunter accentuating every roll, and every little bit of cellulite with a jiggle.
> Then, while in front of him at the base of the bed, she assisted in lifting up his belly, before plunging underneath.
> The pleasure he felt when her mouth wrapped around the head of his dick was indescribable.
> She was just surprised she could only get her mouth around the head and a quarter of the shaft, without having to bury her mouth deep within his fat pad.
> As she worked his cock, she took a moment to breathe in his musk. Realizing that she's gonna have to help bathe him.
> Until she realized she liked the smell of his sweaty fat folds.

> Thanks to their first failed climax, it wasn't that hard for him to finish quickly, his sister pulling herself out from under her tremendous girth.
> Spitting out his spunk, she looked at him with a seductively evil smile.
> "Your turn..."
> Grabbing onto his arms, she used all of her 300 lbs to lift her piggy off the bed 
> After 10 straight minutes of this, he managed to lift himself to his feet, his incredible weight putting a ton of strain on his tree trunk sized legs.
> It took an additional few minutes just for him to shuffle in place onto the scale
> Panting and sweating, he tried catching his breath as the scale started speaking.
> "Calculating..."
> A very long minute went by...
> Then another...
> Then another. At this point, his sister slapped his might ass, which only furthered her own lust.
> Finally, the machine spoke.
> "623 lbs..."
> He turned in time to notice his sister, fingers stimulating her already over stimulated pussy.

> After managing to get him back into bed, she proceeded to mount him, her belly slightly resting on his head.
> With a command, she spoke.
> "Eat, piggy."
> And so he did...

> The Machine came to life, slowly raising as the ropes to its heavy load began to hoist up over 600 lbs.
> He was barely mobile at this point, sure he could technically still get up, but the honest truth was, he didn't want to.
> It was at this point that he confessed this to his lover, his sister, now excitedly smiling as she rocked herself off her own blubber butt.
> Jumping on her computer, she began searching for a small crane that was usually reserved for moving very heavy furniture.
> But after attaching it to a net and securing it with metal cables, said crane was now being used to hoist him up out of his flattened and crushed bed so they move him to a temporary bariatric bed.
> Though, the fact she had to come to terms with hiring help to do a lot of these projects didn't soothe her too well.
> Which is why she began to look towards help within the small community that she found to be "fat admirers" and using a little "influence" with her large body, she managed to secure a few strong men to both knock down the wall to his room, but also create a custom bed that had a built in bidet and shower system.
> This, combined with a custom drain installed into one of the rooms would allow him to get as fat as he wanted, while never having to move at all.
> Plus, she always did enjoy cleaning and groping all his new fleshy folds.
> It took a few months, but when he was finally settled once again via crane onto his comfy, custom bed frame, he had banished all negative thoughts of never moving again from his mind.

> "So, I'm guessing that guy is your boyfriend?"
> The question caught her off guard, as she was currently being fondled and kissed by the gruff worker.
> "Uh, something like that..." She said, hesitant to reveal any more.
> It's been years, and considering the large amount of weight both of them put on, it would be very convenient for both of them to be mistaken for different people entirely.
> "Ah, okay. Reason I asked,"
> She was flipped over onto all fours as the worker began inserting his dick within her awaiting fupa.
> "Is because it was rumored a really fat young guy and his sister lived here. Something happened to their parents, and well, rumor was the sister just upped and Left. That true?"
> The pleasure she was experiencing usually would mess with her, yet she felt very aware and had to think carefully about how she would respond.
> "He, MMMM, he doesn't like to talk about it."
> It seemed like the perfect response. As an hour went by, she finished fucking the worker, riding his cock.
> "F-Fuck. I'm gonn-a him!" He shouted.
> Quicker than she realized, she hoisted herself off him and pressed her fat belly against his cock, feeling his juices covering her rolls.
> Panting, the worker seemed shocked.
> "You're on the pill, right? Sorry but I don't want to give my ex-wife any more ammo to use against me."

> After a awkward good bye, with a lot of flirtation, she was glad the workers were all gone. Now, she could finally reach the end stage of her goal for the last few years.
> Mom and Dad always wanted to be grandparents someday, realizing their son would most likely die a virgin, they looked to her to find the perfect guy.
> They would probably be rolling in their graves if They realized what her idea of "perfect" was.
> Entering their new room, she saw him trying to reach for his submerged cock.
> Unlike a hundred pounds ago, however, it was clear he wasn't gonna be touching himself any time soon.
> "Hey pig, could you stop trying to jerk it? I gotta talk to you."

> He was so close, at least he thought he was, but when his sister entered the room, he only felt his lust soar.
> "Don't know how I'm gonna sugar coat this, so I'm just gonna be a bitch about it."
> She began with a sighed, before laying on the edge near his head, her face looking sad and longingly.
> "Let's have a kid."
> Everything stopped.
> It took several agonizingly long minutes for him to even respond.
> "What?"
> "Forget it, here, let me help y-"
> Before she could even lift up his fat to help him, he stopped her.
> "Why? You're my sister... I..."
> He sighed, his boner dying to a half chub.
> "I'm over 600 lbs, probably aren't going to stop there. Hell, I'm probably gonna die of a heart attack soon judging by how fucking fat I'm getting,"
> She flinched at the mention of dying.
> "So, why? Why now? And why with me?"
> She looked at him, she never thought she'd see him grow in more ways besides weight.
> "Because... I might not say it often, but I love you. I love THIS,"
> She grabbed a huge handful of his fat, while grabbing her own belly with her other hand.
> "I might be a bitch, Hell, I'm probably going to Hell. But for the past 6 years, I have had the best time of my life. With you. You're a pain in the ass to take care of, but I thankfully enjoy doing it. So, I wanna have a kid. You're-"
> She gulped, hiding her face and sniffling.
> "You're right about the heart attack. Part of me wants to stop. Doesn't want to see you go, like mom and dad..."
> She paused, resting her head against his enormous moob.
> "The other part, wants to finish what we started, all those years ago. To see it to the end. But I want to have something to remember you by, besides this fat ass of mine."
> Pausing, she leaned up, pressing her forehead against his, staring longingly into his eyes.
> "So I want a kid. Hell, maybe two if you live long enough..."
> He never really realized just how beautiful her eyes were. So he leaned in and kissed her deeply. Their tongues intertwining with their desire for each other.
> Breaking, he looked at her, the real her.
> "Alright. Though, mind getting the net? I don't think I can hold this gut up for long."
> She smiled, her eyes glistening somewhat.
> "Fine. Let me just reposition the net... Fatty."
> She added with a wink.

> His belly securely lifted up, he couldn't see her past his own bulk. 
> But he could feel her. He could feel her passion, her desire for him.
> Both of them moaning in want, her hands gripping the edges of his belly for support as she rode his almost fully submerged penis, the slapping of fupa against fat pad joined their grunts and moans.
> By far the longest either of them had lasted in years, he could feel his climax.
> "I'm... I'm..." 
> He panted, he breaths shallow 
> "Tell me how fat you are!"
> She almost yelled.
> "I'm a blimp. A fat hog!"
> "Yes!"
> "I'm a fucking mountain, your own fat piggy to feed and Fuck!"
> He couldn't hold out much longer
> "Ohhhh gaaawd!"
> "And you made me like this! You, YOU MADE YOUR OWN BROTHER INTO YOUR OWN FUCK BLOB!"
> With that, it was over.
> Both, in Nirvana.
> Him, realizing he was completely utterly happy to gain until his inevitable death 
> Her, that she would have a family again, that she would have something so close to him to remember her lover and brother by.
> Letting his belly down, she curled up next to him. Cradling her belly, fully of her own brother's seed.

> 3 years, and one more pregnancy later, his demise came o fruition, as he died of a heart attack.

> The weight listed on his death certificate was 878 lbs.

> While saddened, she wasn't distraught, as she cradled her 3 year old daughter.
> She smiled, rubbing her 350 lb belly, knowing another one was on the way.