Spilling over - The mall (English)

(USSBBW, STUFFING, MOTHER-DAUGHTER)

“Come on, Mom, let's go to the mall,” Nancy urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Nancy's mother, Nicole, sighed heavily and looked at her 19-year-old daughter.

“What more do you want, Nancy? You already have plenty of clothes.”

That wasn't really what she was thinking. Nicole was always there to fulfill her daughter's every wish and take care of her treasure. It was more the drive to the shopping center that worried her and that would demand a lot from her beautiful daughter. It had been a damn long time since the two women had made such a trip, and for good reason.

“But none of these are bikinis!” Nancy protested, her voice rising.

“It's summer, and I want to look good at the pool.”

Nicole rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. Nancy had always been very conscious about her appearance, even though she knew it would be difficult to find a bikini in her daughter's size. How ironic it was that the young, black-haired woman was at least as concerned about her look and always worried about her appearance, like almost all other girls her age, even though she was so different from them. It would probably not have been unusual if Nancy had not been carrying an incredible weight of almost 400 kg around with her. Angered over the years of childhood and adolescence, the pounds continued to pile on, enveloping Nancy's stunning body in ever-thicker layers of fat. But she had never been unhappy about it. She loves to eat, and she loved to eat extremely, not to say regularly, stuffing herself to the brim with her mother's help. What's more, the young woman didn't care what she was putting her body through at such a young age, let alone what other people thought of it. On the contrary, Nancy really liked the incredibly feminine way her overflowing form looked. She was a huge, flabby mountain of fat, full of rolls covered in stretch marks and cellulite. The young woman's body was a beautiful, overflowing work of art, with rolls, hanging fat-filled sacks, and a flawless face framed by black hair and a cute snub nose. Both the latter things, along with the fat distribution, were something she had inherited from her mother. Nicole was also a beautiful, feminine woman with ample curves. The pregnancy pounds had never gone away for her and had settled in all the perfect places on her beautiful, mature body.

“All right, but remember you have to be careful what you wear. You don't want to show too much skin, sweetheart,” Nancy's mother finally admonished.

She smiled down at her daughter, who was sitting overjoyed on her huge, reinforced bed. What a sight the young woman made, simply breathtaking, for most probably strange to repulsive but for Nicole just sweet, lovely and pretty.

Nancy sat in the middle of her huge mattress, her enormous legs spread as wide as she could make them to fit her belly in between. Her thighs were a massive collection of fat sacks that stretched out in all directions, merging seamlessly into her monstrous hip cushions. These fat masses almost hung down from the edges of the bed. Behind Nancy, her titanic, cellulite-covered buttocks followed, each the size of a stability ball, but by no means as firm, but rather lethargic, flabby and soft as pudding. With outstretched arms, Nancy already had a hard time reaching every extension of her incredibly swollen lower body.

Between the tree trunk legs, the young woman's belly stretched like an ocean of jiggling jelly. Divided into several layers of arm-thick rolls of fat, this hanging paunch almost reached the height of the young woman's ankles, or at least the point on her legs where her immensely swollen calves had once been ankles. Back then, over 200 kg. somewhere between two of these massive folds of fat, marked by vertical stretch marks, was her large, deep belly button hidden.

The only thing Nancy was wearing was a white T-shirt that was a little stained from lunch. The size tag had so many X's on it that you could hardly count them. Among other things, a reason why Nicole was somewhat skeptical about her daughter's desire to buy something to wear, whether it was a bikini or anything else. Her daughter had now reached such enormous proportions that it was almost impossible for her to find something useful to wear. Soon Nancy would probably just always stay naked and cover her steadily growing fat masses only with blankets or the like. In the end it didn't matter, because the enormously fat young woman would no longer leave the house anyway and therefore no longer had to dress her overflowing forms.

The sleeves of the aforementioned shirt were almost blown off by the fat-draped upper arms, while a pair of truly monstrous, heaving and wobbling tits stretched the fabric to the limit. Like two sacks filled with balls, these fat udders hung down on both sides of the young woman's belly and wobbled with every movement.

“Yay, I'm happy,” Nancy squeaked enthusiastically, clapping her small, fat hands. Her fingers looked like bloated sausages. The fat hanging down to her hips from Nancy's upper arms wobbled wildly.

After a rather strenuous process of getting Nancy to the edge of her bed and then into a standing position, the extremely obese young woman was finally dressed and sitting in the back seat of her mother's van. These were Nancy's largest items of clothing, and yet the fat was spilling out at every corner. The few waddling steps she had to take to get out of the house had already exhausted her completely. Panting, with a red face and sweat on her forehead, Nancy recovered in the car from how many times she had just heaved her incredibly massive log legs past each other. Not to mention that she had lifted her colossal, sluggishly swaying paunch with every step she took. This fat apron dangled down to her knees and had to hang freely in front of her leggings, completely regardless of the looks she would probably get from passers-by for it. The pants would have been too small if Nancy had tried to squeeze her huge lower belly into them. It was already a miracle that the pitiable garment was able to span her entire ass and more-than-record-breaking hips. What an impressive piece of cloth that was, performing at its best by not tearing in a dozen places.

Finally, everything was ready and Nicole set off with her oversized passenger.

When they entered the bustling shopping center, Nancy's excitement was palpable. She waddled ahead, her massive body swaying with each step. Her mother followed close behind, with an expression of concern and admiration in her eyes. What her sweet angel with the dark complexion and curves that would have been enough for an entire road network achieved by bravely moving her fat masses forward. Not for long, though, because her first stop was the parking space for Mobility Scooters. As fast as her bloated body would allow, Nancy had sat down on one of these aids. Her ass and hips hung almost to the ground, while her belly, completely uncovered, pressed against the handlebars and shifted left and right like sluggish dough. Nancy could almost no longer reach the handles with outstretched arms, partly because of her huge hanging tits, which took up all the space around her. But the extremely obese teenager was still able to use the scooter and the entrance to the shopping center was still wide enough not to be stopped by her incredibly protruding hips.

Mother and daughter approached the lingerie and swimwear department of a large clothing chain, where the sound of conversations and rustling fabrics filled the air.

Nancy scanned the shelves of colorful bikinis, her cheeks turning red with excitement. She grabbed the nearest bikini and held it against her body.

“What do you think, Mom?”

Nicole took a closer look and pursed her lips.

“It seems a bit... small, Nancy. Maybe we should try the plus size section.”

A perfectly reasonable suggestion, and it would have been more than unlikely that Nancy would have found anything suitable there. However, Nicole slowly suspected that her lethargic, lazy and incredibly fat daughter wanted a bikini that was as tight and provocative as possible.

“But I want THIS one!” Nancy whined, and her voice echoed through the hallway.

Nicole sighed and carefully took the bikini out of her daughter's hand.

“Okay, we'll find something similar that suits you better.”

She would fulfill her daughter's every wish, even if she wanted a size S bikini. But it was the truth that Nicole did not find this piece very appealing. In her eyes, it really did not go with the pleasantly tanned skin of her beloved, sweet daughter, despite rare moments outside her room.

Both women made their way through the crowded shopping center, and Nancy's panting breaths became louder despite the effort being reduced to a minimum by the scooter. The other shoppers couldn't help but stare at the mother-daughter duo and whisper about the young woman's weight. Nicole shot them disapproving glances, her protective instincts on high alert.

When they finally entered the plus-size section, Nancy's eyes lit up like Christmas lights. She began selecting bikinis with a fervor that made Nicole's heart beat faster. It had been a long time since she had seen her daughter so happy. Despite her own reservations, she encouraged Nancy to try on everything she liked.

In the dressing room, the tension was palpable. Nancy had trouble pulling the bikinis over her gigantic body, and her breathing grew heavier with each attempt. It was already a real stroke of luck that this store even had changing rooms that could accommodate the young woman's incredible width and bulk. Of course, Nancy's fat pads were still pressed against the walls of the small room on all sides of the thin plastic walls. Nicole came to her aid, her hands shaking as she tried to undress her daughter and then help her into the bikini.

“Mom, this one's too tight,” Nancy complained.

Nicole's eyes widened as she took in the sight. The bikini was stretched to its limit, the top barely containing Nancy's massive breasts and the bottom virtually nonexistent under the paunch's apron of fat.

“Let's try another size, honey,” the mother suggested gently, trying to hide the concern in her voice.

Nancy snorted but allowed her mother to help her into another bikini. This one was a little bigger, but not by much.

“How does this look?” she asked hopefully as she stepped out of the dressing room, everything about her jiggling and heaving.

The new bikini was indeed a size larger, but it made little difference. Her belly bulged over the panties, forming a thick, wobbly barrier that made the fabric invisible. Her breasts, which looked like two heavy boulders, threatened to spill out at the top and pushed past the fabric on all sides. The straps that held them seemed ready to snap at any moment.

Nicole took a step back and looked at her daughter. Despite the obvious fit issues, she couldn't deny that Nancy had a certain... appeal. The way the fabric clung to her curves and showcased the sheer volume of her body was mesmerizing. She felt a strange mixture of pride and arousal as her eyes lingered on the soft curves of Nancy's body. Even if she, as her mother, couldn't talk about sexual arousal, she still sensed what the outfit would trigger in certain people.

“You look... incredible,” Nicole finally managed, a little breathlessly. “You are so... curvy and sexy.”

Nancy beamed, her cheeks round and rosy. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, and her reflection showed an ocean of billowing flesh. She couldn't help but agree with her mother. At that moment, she felt like a plus-size goddess, ready to take on the world with her voluptuous figure.

The other customers in the store couldn't help but stare at her. Some whispered about the size of the poor girl, while others admired her confidence. Nicole noticed the looks and felt a tinge of protective instinct. She put her arm around Nancy's ample waist and pulled her closer.

“Let's get out of here,” she whispered in her daughter's ear. ”You'll be the star of the show in any bikini you wear.”

With a mischievous smile, Nancy nodded. They both knew she didn't need anyone's approval to feel beautiful. The search for a bikini was just a formality, a way to indulge in the thrill of the chase before inevitable victory. Although...that wasn't entirely true, but the fat one hadn't told her mother yet.

As they made their way back to the main part of the store, Nicole couldn't help but get a little nervous. The real challenge was finding a bikini that could support Nancy's weight without tearing. But for now, she focused on the excitement in her daughter's eyes, the joy of the moment, and the surprising attraction she felt for her own child. It was a complex web of emotions, but at that moment, all she knew was that she would do anything to make Nancy happy, even if it meant encouraging her unhealthy habits.

As Nicole paid for her purchases, she wondered what the future held for her daughter. Would she ever learn to love herself enough to take care of her body? Or would she continue down this path of gluttony and excess? Only time would tell, but for now she was just a mom trying to make her daughter's summer dreams come true. That said, she also knew that no matter how fat her daughter got, she would always want to feed her. Her little darling should always be full and never go without.

After the shopping ordeal, Nicole suggested they get something to eat. At the word food, Nancy's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly. They waddled to a nearby fast food restaurant, where the smell of greasy burgers and fries hung in the air. Nicole led Nancy to a booth in the corner, where they were somewhat protected from the judgmental stares of the other patrons.

As soon as they sat down, Nancy immediately began skimming the menu, her eyes growing wider with each calorie-laden dish she saw.

“Go ahead, order whatever you want,” her mother said with an encouraging smile.

Nancy didn't need to be told twice. She placed an order that would have been enough for a small family. Two triple cheeseburgers, a large portion of French fries, the finger food platter, a portion of spare ribs, three chili dogs with extra cheese, a jumbo lemonade and a chocolate milkshake in which you could sink a spoon without it tipping over. Nicole ordered a salad for herself. When the food arrived, Nancy wasted no time. She lunged at the first burger with gusto, opening her mouth wide to take the giant bite. Grease and mayonnaise dripped down her chin.

Nicole couldn't help but watch her daughter gobble up the food, her cheeks bulging with each bite.

The sight was fascinating. It was like watching a snake swallow a rabbit whole, the way Nancy's jaw hung out and her throat tightened as she swallowed the food. Strange, grotesque, but in Nicole's eyes not bad or even ugly. She always felt the deepest joy and peace when she watched her daughter enjoy herself. The way Nancy's breasts jiggled with every bite, the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her lips. Nicole felt a warmth spread through her body. The joy and pride of a mother over a child who was so happy.

Halfway through her meal, Nancy's breathing became heavier. She paused, panting slightly, and took a sip of her milkshake.

“Slow down, honey,” she murmured, knowing it was a futile request. Nancy was on a mission, and nothing would stand in the way of her destroying food.

The salad was untouched and forgotten in the midst of the burger and fry chaos.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Nancy leaned back in the booth, her belly pressing against the table.

“I think I'm going to burst,” she giggled, patting her swollen belly. Nicole couldn't help but laugh along with her, and the sound echoed throughout the otherwise quiet restaurant. Despite the mess and the sheer amount of food consumed, there was something wonderfully human about the moment. A mother taking care of her child, whatever the cost.

When the laughter died down, Nancy took a deep breath and turned to her mother with a serious expression on her face.

“Mom, I have something to tell you.”

Nicole's smile faded and a hint of concern crossed her face.

“What is it, honey?”

“I have a date,” Nancy revealed, her cheeks turning red with excitement. Her expression changed from serious to proud. ‘At the swimming pool.”

Nicole's eyes widened.

“A date? But Nancy, you can't... hardly move...’ She paused so as not to dampen her daughter's mood.

“Yes, a date,” Nancy insisted. ”A really nice guy I met online. He's a... He likes fat women.”

The words hung heavily and meaningfully in the air. Nicole felt a mixture of shock and pride. Her baby was on a date with someone who appreciated her for who she was. But the reality of the situation was also stark.

“This is wonderful, Nancy,” she said in a cautious voice. ‘But are you sure you're ready for something like this?”

“Oh, Mom,’ Nancy said, rolling her eyes. ”You worry too much. I'm nineteen, you know, right? I've been talking to him for weeks. He thinks I'm beautiful just the way I am. And he's going to love this new bikini.”

Nicole felt a knot in her stomach. She knew all too well the risks of online dating, especially for someone as vulnerable as Nancy. But she also knew that her daughter was a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. And if this was what made Nancy happy, then who was she to stand in her way?

“Well...” she said, forcing a smile,

“You look really great in that bikini. He's going to be blown away.”

Nancy's grin was infectious and lit up the whole room.

“I know, right?”

The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds the distant chatter of other guests and the occasional sizzle from the kitchen. Nicole couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. She was proud of Nancy for taking control of her life, but she was also afraid for her. The world could be a cruel place, especially for those who didn't fit into society's norms.

But she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present.

“What's his name?” she asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Jason,” Nancy replied with a newfound enthusiasm in her voice.

“He's so sweet, Mom. And he loves me just the way I am.”

Nicole nodded with a wry smile. ‘Just be careful, okay?”

“I will,’ Nancy promised, leaning over to give her mother a kiss on the cheek. The bulging belly, which almost touched the floor under the table, didn't make this task any easier. Nancy's gigantic tits were also lying on the table and pushed the empty plates aside as she leaned forward.

“You're always worrying too much.”

The conversation turned to more mundane topics, but Nicole couldn't get the image of Nancy in that barely-there bikini out of her mind. She knew her daughter's weight could be a problem, even for a guy who liked big women, but she also knew that Nancy's happiness came first. And if this date made her happy, then she would be there, supporting her through thick and thin.