Bridal Weight Part 3

Chapter three: South of the Border

In the morning Jesse stirred, his packed belly having digested all of the excess of the previous day. He had slept through the rest of that day, day drinking and glutting was a sure fire way to take the wind out of his sails and leave the poor boy a pile of sleeping fat.

Jesse blinked and held his eyes tight. A hangover. Jesse would have whined if he wasn’t so out of it. At least he could look forward to a post hangover meal. Greasy food was always a fantastic way to recover from one.

Opening his eyes Jesse turned his head to see Alex resting beside him and it made him smile. Jesse felt so loved by Alex and in turn Jesse loved his daddy just as much. His daddy was so good to him, allowing Jesse to live a decadent lifestyle where his every want and whim is satisified. Dressing him in nice clothes, having Maria cook whatever he wanted when Jesse didn’t feel like takeout. Jesse was like some bloated adult child, completely spoiled and dependent on his Daddy.

Looking at his daddy’s head on the pillow Jesse noticed his daddy’s hair was undone. Usually tied up in a man bun that showed an undercut fade when Alex’s hair was loose it made him look more wild and exotic to Jesse, turning him on immensely. Jesse wiggled in place a bit, his prick, his tiny penis shrunken even further by his monumental weight gain, grew hard and weakly poked into the bottom of his mountain of fat that lay on top of him. Jesse bit his lip, his sleepy daddy was so handsome and it turned him on greatly. Jesse tried to hump the underside of his own belly but his pathetic member wasn’t making headway stabbing into the fleshy pile that was smothering his cock under hundreds of pounds of lardy belly fat. It was just too heavy.

All Jesse’s pathetic attempts at humping did was quake his fat into waves, his rolls rubbing against and jostling against Alex, waking him up. Yawning he turned over to his right and wrapped a long toned left leg over Jesse’s blubber pile, his leg resting on top of Jesse’s morbid belly.

“Mmm good morning baby,” Alex mumbled to which Jesse whined, “Your leg is heavy on my belly daddy.”

Under his dark beard Alex smirked. “Lo siento,” Alex got up from under the covers and Jesse inwardly gasped Alex’s body. It didn’t matter how many times Jesse saw Alex without his shirt on he was still gobsmacked every time. Alexandro Escobar was buff. It was the complete and utter opposite of Jesse’s lard ball body.

Alex had six pack abs. Jesse had one big sack of a belly that spilled over his lap and could be lifted up with both hands. Alex’s chest looked like it was chiseled out of marble, his pecs looked strong and firm. Jesse had grown moobs since his youth and only grew bigger and looser as he grew older, attracting bullying and catcalls, and soon became big enough to require a brassiere out of sheer necessity. Alex’s arms were muscular and his biceps were powerful and his hands were large. Jesse’s arms were just as large as Alex but instead of being strong and powerful Jesse’s were bloated and weak, a collection of flab concentrated in his upper arms that dropped to gravity and dimpled his elbows. Alex’s legs were toned and strong enough to walk for miles. Jesse had dainty feet that had cankles and legs that were caked in jiggly blubber in ridiculous amounts, all the way to his ass which much like his belly was just a massive mushy bag of cellulite dimples.

“Daddy!” Jesse whined. When Jesse whined it seemed to work on the same wavelength as a baby’s cry, you instantly want to see what it wants.

“Yes bay bay?” Alex looked down at the helpless boy while putting on a top.

“I, I have two problems daddy. I’m hungry, but I’m horny too! I want to, I want to fuck daddy!”

Alex chuckled, putting the shirt down. “Do you now? Very well, bay bay.. Roll over.”

Alex grunted, squealing like a pig in an attempt to roll over to his side. “Hooh!” He whined, slowly turning his blob body to the side.

“Can you do it, bay bay? Do you need help to turn over?” Alex asked in his thick accent.

With one more great squeal Jesse managed to roll over to his knees, his mighty ass clapping and slapping together while his lard laden cheeks and sides shook and quivered. Alex dropped his bottoms and got on the bed, clasping either side of Jesse’s soft hips. Reaching over for the bottle of lube on the counter he massaged Jesse’s anus, making his little bride moan at the sensation.

“H-haa-” Jesse pants, so out of breath over his sickly obese body. His breathing got even harder when he felt his lover enter him. “Ohhhh!” Jesse let out a deep animalistic moan when he felt his daddy inside him. His daddy was so big! He felt Alex’s member going in out of him in swift motions.

Jesse’s blubber shifted and rolled like a sea of lard with every thrust Alex gave, the front of Alex’s pelvis pushed into Jesse’s fleshy cheeks. On all fours Jesse’s jelly rolls hung off him, his belly pooling on the bed and his moobs jiggled and shook, slapping against his belly in fleshy clapping sounds. The wobbling would even go up to his face, jiggling his single large jelly chin roll.

“Oh Alex!” Jesse would lewdly moan out loud like an obese woman, so in the throws of passion was Jesse that he could not hide just how much pleasure he was in. “Oh ALEX!” Jesse yelled loud enough to be heard outside the bedroom.

“Callate gorda!” Alex admonished her like a harsh daddy, grabbing his blond hair up. “MMMMMMM Oh DADDY!” Jesse moaned out as Alex grasped his face with his large hands, groping his fleshy cheeks together to the point Jesse’s lips puckered and told him, in broken english, “Hush Puppeh.”

Jesse moaned carnally but didn’t speak out. He absolutely loved it when Alex got rough with him. With a whimpering, more quiet whine, Alex slowly let go and resumed thrusting. Jesse threw his ass further up in the air and Alex emptied himself into his flabby bride.

Jesse fell to his side, his long shoulder length blonde a disheveled mess and was sweating all over. Jesse’s heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he huffed and puffed watching Alex grab his towel.

“Join me?”  Alex offered his bride.

Jesse couldn’t even respond; he was just too puffed out to even talk. Jesse was a boy so tremendously fat he was in far worse shape than a boy his age should be. There were many nights where after glutting himself on another decadent plate of quesadillas he would complain to Maria about feeling so “tight in the chest” as he put it.

“I, hoo, think, *puff* I should *gasp* rest!”

Alex took in the weakened cream puff of a boy, he was absolutely drenched in his own sweat. the sweat kept perspiring off the land whale of a lad. Jesse, the ball of lard, was completely immobilized under the weight of his own flesh and his body was overextended and overstressed.

Jesse’s round bloated face, his neck hidden under his chin roll and his fat cheeks, looked up at his daddy pleadingly. His round doughy jowls were flushing red from his high blood pressure.

“Alright, mi pequeño. You just relax. Maria will get you up. We leave at four on the jet.”

Alex tossed a towel over his shoulder and left Jesse there who stayed there for the next 15 minutes listening to Alex shower in the bathroom while still panting and gasping for air, his body slow to recover from the very act of having sex. His sweating was dempening the pillows he laid on to support his massive body from bouts of sleep apnea.

By the time Alex was done with his shower he came out and saw Jesse had now fallen asleep while waiting for him. “So adorable,” Alex said to himself while drying his hair.

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Maria walked into the bedroom and frowned at the blob on the bed.

“Repugnante,” Maria clicked her tongue at the sleeping blob.

In her late 30s Maria Llamas Guerrero never in her life thought she would ever see someone so large be so young. But this was Senor Escobar’s bride and she was their assistant. She swore those two would die without her.

“Especially the fat one,” she muttered before touching Jesse’s huge forearm and feeling nauseated from feeling so much fat.

“Wake up, señorita,” Maria not so gently shook her bloated arm and Jesse snorted, coming awake.

“A-wah? Maria?” Jesse asked, not at all thinking about the fact she was nude before her. Maria tried her best to keep her composure and not show her revulsion of Jesse’s obesity. “It’s time to take a shower.” Maria grasped Jesse’s hands and pulled the tub of a girly boy to his feet before watching Jesse wobble to the bathroom. Maria turned back to the bed and the sweaty imprint of Alex’s body and made a grossed out face. “We’ll have to buy new sheets, new pillows…” Maria mused as she heard the shower turn on, “At least he can clean himself.”

After Jesse was finished Maria did his hair and make up and got him properly dressed in a red dress that made Jesse resemble a ripe red apple. It was sleeveless so his hammy upper arms hung out, sagging down over his forearms and it showed plenty of Jesse’s dimpled legs. His big paunch was outlined in the red material too, everyone could make out the shape of his belly.

Alex was put together as well as they rode to LAX where their private Hawker 800XP jet was waiting. After the limoscene pulled up to the jet Alex got out. His rolex was on, His long black hair was put in a bun which showed his fade on his sides, and his tailor made red suit matched Jesse’s red dress. His black shirt was unbuttoned on the top, showing his golden skull chain that rested on his chest. Putting on his sunglasses he reached in and helped Jesse leave the limo, which bounced like a lowrider as Jesse heaved himself up.

Jesse was always nervous around planes, being so big. “Are you sure I won’t need two seats?” Jesse asked to which Alex laughed, “Bay bay, you don’t have to worry. There is a couch.”

Jesse’s nerves weren’t calmed as he made his way up the stairs, fighting against his weight until he made it inside and saw the couch for himself. He waddled a little bit faster before he fell back into the leather couch, a big smile on his bloated face. Alex smiled, taking off his glasses and getting onto the sofa as well. Jesse’s wide body took up the majority of the seat, but there was enough room just for Alex to squeeze in, which Alex was very happy about as Jesse’s lard spilled over onto him a tad.

Maria got into the seat opposite of Alex as the flight attendants strapped Jesse in tight.

Jesse felt a rush of excitement when the jet took off and when it was safe to do so asked Alex to get off so he could look out the window. Alex got off and took the seat next to Maria and watched Jesse peering outside the window at how small LA was from high above. “Oh Daddy, this is the best thing ever!” Jesse was on his knees, showing the outline of his black thing through the tight material of his red dress.

Maria shook her head while keeping her attention to her tablet. She was working on a graph of Jesse’s weight gain, with the graph steadily tickling up.

“Ese chico es un completo globo de mantequilla,” she spoke to Alex who simply smiled wide, “tenemos nueve meses para cumplir mi meta y estamos muy adelantados.”

Maria smirked, sarcastically asking “¿Tener un cerdo gordo por esposa?”

Alex looked at Jesse’s massive fat cheeks and crossed his leg. Nodding his head he said “Sí, tener la mujer más gorda y obesa que hay.”

The vibrations of the plane made the back of Jesse’s thighs and her cellulite to shake and jiggle.

Maria scrunched her face at it, saying “¿Llegará a la boda? Es tan gordo que tiene obesidad mórbida. se ve enfermo”

“Nosotros veremos,” Alex said before grabbing the attention of a steward, “Screwdriver. My bay bay is thirsty.”

“What was that, Daddy?” Alex asked, turning back around and sitting on the couch. “Screwdriver,” Alex said in his broken English as the steward came back with the cocktail drink of vodka and OJ. “Oh thank you Daddy!” Jesse said, taking the glass and putting his plump lips over the straw. Alex grabbed hold of the stewards arm again, “Keep it coming.”

So it was that Jesse continually got screwdrivers and by the time the plane was halfway to cabo Jess was already drunk off his fat ass.

“C’mre, hehehe” Jesse drunkenly slurred while giggling, pulling Alex back with her onto the couch. “Mm, sit there!” Jesse slurred to Alex who sat in his spot and got straddled by Jesse who started to kiss and make out with him.

Maria rolled her eyes, having to watch Jesse get increasingly drunker and lewder like she wasn’t even there. She watched Jesse take a selfie with both him and Alex together. The flight was catered of course, the stewards rolled out a cart full of plates of different kinds of cake for Jesse to snack on during the trip. After finishing one slice of carrot cake Jesse felt ready to snooze off into a drunken stupor. Maria shook her head, “No, no, no, we both know you are still hungry Senorita.” Maria took a plate of birthday cake and started to personally fork the blue confetti cake into Jesse’s mouth.

“Mmmph!” Jesse squealed but Alex said, “Listen to Maria.” Alex could only smile as he watched Maria fatten his fiance, knowing with each pound Jesse put on Maria’s paycheck would only get fatter as well. Maria was not a cheap assistant, but as Alex observed how hard Maria worked towards Alex’s goal of having a 600 pound bride it was apparent Maria was worth every dollar.

It took two hours but the jet entered Mexico and landed at Los Cabos International Airport. By the time the plane landed Jesse was still drunk and was having difficulty just getting off the plane. At nearly five hundred pounds it was difficult enough to maneuver at his size, but with the added intoxication it was enough to warrant a wheelchair to be brought to the jet. After Jesse was helped down the stairs he was delighted to see it and giggled dumbly sitting down into it.

“Oooh, it's tight,” Jesse complained slightly, squirming about in the wheelchair while Maria did her best to push the fat lard. Jesse was a good girl for his daddy when they went through customs, letting Alex do the talking and getting his passport stamped. Alex handed the little blue booklet back to Jesse who flipped through it. Mexico, Monaco, Italy, France, seeing all the previous stamps in his passport brought back fond memories of casinos, fast cars, hot beaches, strong drinks, and delicious, delicious food.

From customs they called for a limoscene to pick them up and take them to the marina. Once on the road Jesse was given a chance to nap, the spacious limoscene becoming filled with the sounds of Jesse’s blaring sleep apnea snores. It was a nice twenty minutes from the airport to Cabo San Lucas, going from desert to the sea. Before Jesse knew it he was being shaken by Alex.

“Wake up bay bay, we’re here.”

Jesse opened his eyes and saw Alex’s majestic white yacht outside the limo window. It was a superyacht about 95.2 meters long and was by far the biggest yacht on the marina. Jesse was helped out of the limo and they got onto the docks where the door to the yacht opened and Jesse was helped inside by one of the 28 staff members.

“Buenas tardes señor,” the staff member shook Alex’s hand while Maria led Jesse to their suite. The interior of the ship below deck was extravagantly luxurious with fittings on par with a five star hotel. The splendor was such that it almost gave an impression that the insides were larger than the outside. The style was very much art deco, as if the Great Gatsby himself would throw his extravagant parties. The rooms were stylized with exotic woods, handcrafted textiles, marble, and leather. Jesse passed the bar and didn’t even acknowledge the grand black and white staircase that led to the other two floors, instead opting for the glass elevator to take his girly fat butt to where Alex’s suite was.

Once inside Maria suggested, “Senorita should get comfortable and change into her swimsuit.”

“Can I get a mojito Maria? Oh and some chips and salsa for the hot tub?” Jesse asked, all ready to drink and feast and relax.

Maria nodded, “Of course senorita. It’ll be ready by the time you get in.” After tapping on her tablet to the kitchen Maria started to help Jesse into his swimsuit, a simple but elegant black one piece. Maria didn’t particularly find changing Jesse to be one of the glamorous parts of her job.

To be frank, Jesse disgusted Maria intensely. How someone could let themselves become so obese, so helpless, so spoiled and lazy was appalling to a working woman like Maria. She was used to her employer’s eccentricities and “interests” but it didn’t mean she enjoyed it.

“Oh poo! This suit feels tighter than last time!” Jesse complained while Maria shifted his womanly fat into the tight confines until Jesse was filling the one piece to capacity. Maria stepped back and took Jesse’s figure in. The fat boy really was fit to burst out of his clothes, the fabric strained to hold all of Jesse’s obesity. Maria shook her head, “It will have to do for now, senorita. We can get you a new swimsuit.”

Jesse sighed, “If you say so.” Making his way back to the elevator Maria observed how Jesse’s shapeless buttocks hung out of the snug swimsuit and wobbled with every waddling step Jesse took to the glass elevator. Maria shook her head, thinking how remarkable it was. From behind, with Jesse’s shoulder length blonde hair, he really did look like an enormous fat woman. Venus and Mars aligned themselves perfectly in the creation of this miraculous work of nature. Too weird to live, too rare to die.

Getting to the second floor Jesse waddled towards the deck where she smiled seeing the chips and salsa and her mojito was already waiting for her. The hot tub was situated sitting above where a small pool was and when Jesse climbed the ladder and plopped right in her vast bulk overflowed the tub, causing water to spill over onto the deck.

“Oh no! Oopsie sorry!” Jesse covered his mouth with his round chubby hand and apologized to Alex who saw the whole thing. He laughed and leaned over to kiss Jess on the lips. The kiss was long and loving. When the kiss ended Alex said “You don’t apologize. You eat and look pretty. That is all you need to do.”

Jesse giggled and took a long sip from her drink before saying “I can do that daddy. I want a double bacon cheeseburger with french fries and ice cream and one of those rotisserie chickens! For some reason the food in Mexico is different and the meat is really yummy and the ice cream tastes better here than they do back home. It’s just like the Coca Cola here, it’s so…different! I can’t explain it, it just-” Jesse was cut off from speaking when Alex put a thick brown finger to his lips.

“I will make that arranged,” Alex said, smiling wide Jesse could see how pearly white his daddy’s teeth were.

“Okay daddy!” Jesse smiled and laid back in the tub, drinking her mojito and relaxing. She looked to her left and took in the beauty of the marina and watched the various water taxis taking tourists from place to place and various tour boats. She turned to her right and could see the lighthouse. She took another long sip and the rum started to make her even drunker.

As Jesse drank she sighed, thinking about how lucky she was.

She also started to think about how she ended up like this…

To Be Continued…