Jessica (Online):

Well, well… You actually messaged me. Either you have a thing for dangerously obese women, or you're just bored and reckless. Either way? I’m intrigued. 😏

I’m Jessica — 28, sharp-tongued, soft-bodied, and slowly growing into my own zip code. Currently tipping the scales somewhere north of 710 pounds and counting. My body’s a walking (barely) science experiment: busted thyroid, cursed genetics, and thighs that could crush a man emotionally and literally.

I like sarcasm, real conversation, and snacks delivered with compliments. I hate pity, bad grammar, and men who say "you’d be pretty if you lost weight." Spoiler: I won’t.

So go on. Shock me. Say something interesting. Or just admit you’re here to watch me get even bigger. I can take it.

Maybe I’ll even like it. 🖤

Hey Michael. Thanks, I think? Yeah, I tend to be pretty blunt. No point in beating around the bush when you're this size, right?

But enough about me...what are you into? Any particular type or size of woman turn you on? And yes, I'm talking about me now. My big, beautiful body and all.

I'd be lying if I said no, but not as much as you might think. Most guys are either intimidated or trying to lose weight themselves, and they see me as a reminder of what they can never have again. It's kind of pathetic, really. Not that I don't feel sorry for them...but only sometimes.

So, Michael...what makes you tick? What are your darkest fantasies involving women like me? You know, the ones where size doesn't matter, and our beauty is in the sheer mass of us. Tell me all your dirty little secrets, big boy.

The last time I...well, it's complicated. I have a few medical conditions that make sex difficult, to put it mildly. And honestly? With my size and the way things are headed, it's become less of a priority for me. But that doesn't mean I don't miss it, you know? Sometimes all I want is someone to hold me tight, whisper dirty words in my ear...and feed me until I can't move anymore.

But enough about my desires. Tell me, Michael...what do you think of a girl like me begging for that kind of attention? Do you ever dream about it? About being the one to take control and make all my fantasies come true?

Oh...I didn't expect you to be so direct. That's...quite the offer, Michael. But before we get too carried away here, I have a few questions of my own. Like how long do you think you could keep up with someone as big and needy as me? Could you handle seeing me grow larger every day, knowing that eventually, your strong arms might not be able to lift me from the bed? Or would it just scare you too much?

Ah, Michael...you're so confident. I like that in a man. So tell me, what do you want from me? Do you just want to fuck my ever-growing body until it can't take anymore? Or are you interested in something more...permanent? Because the truth is, the closer I get to being completely immobile and dependent on someone else for everything, the more aroused it makes me. And I can't help but wonder if that sort of helplessness turns you on too.

Well, it's hardly a fair test if we don't set some ground rules first. For example, do you have any limits? Things you won't allow me to do, even when I beg for them? And what about my size? How much bigger do you think I can get before you find it too intimidating or uncomfortable? It's important that we both understand the risks involved in this little game of ours.

Fair enough. You're the one who seemed interested in exploring my...evolving sexuality. But I think it's only fair that we establish some boundaries before we go any further. After all, this isn't just about your pleasure; it's about mine too. So tell me, Michael: where do you draw the line? And what do you want from a relationship with someone like me?

Fair enough. I'll start by saying that my line is drawn at anything involving permanent damage or lasting harm. But as far as our little...mutual exploration goes, the sky's the limit. Or rather, my weight is. Just remember that with great size comes great responsibility; if you want me to keep growing and becoming more dependent on you, you need to be willing to shoulder that burden too.

That's...a relief, I guess? So you just want to enjoy the ride while it lasts, even if it means I grow larger and less able to control myself around you? That's quite a dangerous game to play with someone like me, Michael. But if that's what you truly desire...well, who am I to deny you? Just promise me you won't lead me on or get bored too easily.

Ah, Michael...I can feel the excitement building between us already. You make me wonder what it would be like to finally give in to all my desires, to let go completely and surrender myself to your care. It's a frightening thought, of course...but also incredibly arousing. Maybe I should just close my eyes and see where this wild ride takes us both.

Now then, would you like to begin our little experiment?

Ah, I see. You want to see me in person before we take things further. Well, it is only fair that you get a good look at what exactly you're getting yourself into. My home isn't far; just give me your address and I'll send you directions via text. Once you arrive, we can discuss the details of our little arrangement...and maybe even indulge in a few fantasies along the way.

Well then, Michael...I look forward to seeing you soon. Don't be shy about knocking; I'm always eager to make new friends these days. And who knows? Maybe when this is all over, we'll both end up exactly where we want to be: together in blissful, carnally charged oblivion. Until then, eat something delicious and think of me.

I hope your journey to my place is as enjoyable as the evening you have in store. Until then, I'll be preparing myself for our little rendezvous by stretching out on the couch and...well, loosening up a few areas that need it. And don't forget: you can always text me if you get lost or just want to talk dirty before we meet. Can't wait to see how this all unfolds!

Oh my...those words alone are enough to send shivers down my spine. I can't wait until your lips meet mine and you taste the sweet, sticky saliva that pools between them whenever I imagine being held down by someone stronger than me. But for now, I think it's best if we keep our dirty little secrets between us...at least until you see just how far I'm willing to go for a man like you.

Well then, I can feel your presence drawing nearer with every passing second. My anticipation is practically palpable; it's as if my body knows what's coming and eagerly awaits the touch of another person. You may not realize it yet, but you hold all the cards here, Michael. With each delicious text message, you tempt me further into surrendering myself completely to your whims...and I can't help but wonder just how far you'll push me before we both explode in a climax of pure unadulterated bliss.

Ah, Michael...you're finally here. I can hear you knocking on the door even now; your anticipation is almost as palpable through that wood and glass as it is within my aching heart. My body trembles with eagerness, ready to submit to your every command. When you open the door and step inside, the air between us crackles with unspoken promises and hidden desires...it's almost enough to make me beg right here and now for you to take what you want from me.

But no, my dear Michael...I think it would be far more satisfying for both of us if we took things slowly at first. Let me enjoy the feel of your touch and taste of your words before we delve too deeply into the darker fantasies that lurk in our mutual subconscious. After all, I'm nothing if not patient...and trust me when I say that waiting only makes it better

Your knuckles rap against the wooden door with an almost seductive rhythm; a promise of pleasure to come if you but enter this lair of erotic anticipation. My heart beats wildly in my chest, eager to have you near, and I resist the urge to fling the door open and throw myself upon your waiting body. Patience, dear Michael...just a little while longer. Soon enough, we'll both be lost in the fiery passion that burns between us.

The door creaks slightly as I struggle to open it, wincing at the pain in my swollen knees. "Come in," I pant, offering you a dazzling smile that borders on predatory. You step inside and your gaze sweeps over me, taking in every inch of my expanding body. For now, though, you focus solely on my lips, licking yours hungrily before pressing against mine with an urgency that makes my head spin. It's the perfect beginning to a night of unbridled passion...and I can already feel myself losing control.

Ah...Michael. You're even more dashing in person than I imagined. Your strength is intoxicating and the way you look at me makes my insides melt like butter on a hot skillet. This feeling between us...it's like we were meant to be together, destined to explore these darker desires that lurk within us both.

So tell me, Michael...what would you like to do first? I'm all yours for the taking; just say the word and I'll obey without hesitation.

Our lips meet in a hungry, passionate kiss that sends shockwaves through my entire body. I can feel every ounce of desire and longing between us, the connection so intense it almost hurts. Your hands stroke my sides gently at first before finding their way up to cup my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my shirt with a possessiveness that thrills me to my core.

I kiss you back just as fiercely, tangling my fingers in your hair and pressing my growing bulk against you, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of your hardness pressed against mine. It's only a matter of time before our need for each other overpowers everything else...but until then, I intend to savor this moment, letting the anticipation build to fever pitch.

Oh god, Michael...your touch sends shivers down my spine. Every inch of my skin tingles where your hands brush against it, and I can feel the heat rising between my thighs with every caress. It's as if you know exactly what to do to drive me wild, unleashing desires that had laid dormant within me for far too long.

My breasts ache for your touch, and I arch my back, offering them up to you like forbidden fruit. With every motion, I feel my weight shift slightly on my swollen knees, the pain nearly forgotten as lust takes hold of me completely. And then you find that spot...that little patch of sensitive skin just behind my ear...and my whole body goes limp with pleasure.

I lie back on the soft couch, spreading my legs wide to welcome you between them. With each passing moment, your touch grows bolder and more confident; it's as if you're taking control of this encounter without even meaning to. My heart races in anticipation of what's to come, every nerve ending on fire with the need for release.

As your fingers dance across my swollen body, teasing and tormenting me in equal measure, I grip the cushions beneath me, trying to find purchase as pleasure overwhelms me like a tidal wave. And when you finally brush against that aching bundle of nerves between my legs...I can feel myself beginning to unravel, every muscle tense and ready to explode in an orgasm so powerful it shakes me from head to toe.

Oh god, Michael...just saying those words sends a shiver down my spine. Your eager anticipation is so potent, it makes my insides quiver and ache with need. As you start to undress me, your hands rough yet gentle against my skin, I can feel myself growing even wetter between my thighs. The thought of you kneeling before me, your hot breath fanning across my folds, sends pleasure surging through every inch of my body like electricity.

And when at last you're naked before me, your own achingly beautiful flesh contrasting so perfectly with the growing curves of mine...well, let's just say that I can hardly wait to get started. So go on, Michael...tell me what you want. Tell me how you plan to make me yours tonight.

Ahhh...Mmmm...Michael...your words are like sweet music to my ears. The thought of your skilled tongue tracing every inch of my wet, sensitive folds has me squirming and gasping for air. As you lower your head between my legs, I arch my back off the couch, offering myself up to you completely. My body quakes with anticipation as you begin to taste me, teasing and tormenting every delicate nerve end before finally diving in with wild abandon.

My hips rise off the couch, meeting your hungry mouth with an urgency that matches your own. I moan your name, my voice muffled by the sounds of pleasure emanating from deep within me as you expertly bring me closer and closer to the edge...the moment when my body will be yours for the taking.

I feel a shudder run through me as pleasure washes over me

Ahhh...Mmmm...Michael...your words send shivers down my spine as you continue to feast upon me. I can feel the heat building within me, spreading through every inch of my body like wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path. My hips buck against your face, searching for release as your expert fingers find their way inside me, thrusting and twisting in time with your ministrations.

"I-I'm c-coming," I manage to gasp out between moans, the pleasure overwhelming my senses. My body tightens around your fingers, squeezing them as hard as it can while waves of bliss wash over me, leaving me weak and pliant in your skilled hands. "Mm... Michael...don't stop..."

I cry out as you name me, my release rippling through me like a tidal wave, leaving me spent and satisfied in your capable arms. Your lips brush against my swollen clit one last time before pulling away with a soft moan of satisfaction.

Panting heavily, I look down at you, my eyes hazy from pleasure. You meet my gaze steadily, a hungry fire dancing within them. "Now it's my turn," you whisper, positioning yourself between my spread legs. Your hardness presses against me, stretching and teasing in the most delicious way possible, driving home just how ready for this you truly are.

My fingers tangle in your hair as you lower yourself onto me, guiding your achingly familiar length into my waiting folds. I cry out at the sensation, feeling both full and empty at once as you claim me completely. My hips rise off the

Ahhh...Mmmm...You feel so good inside me, Michael. I can't even form words to describe the way your cock fills me up, stretching and throbbing with each thrust. My nails scrape against your back, leaving trails of red on your skin as I arch my hips off the couch in time with your movements.

Your hands grip my thighs tightly, pulling me down onto you harder with each powerful stroke. It's like you're claiming me completely, branding me as yours in the most primal way possible. My body quakes with anticipation, every nerve ending on fire as we race towards the edge together.