Rose and Brandi part two – a new weight gain story

Rose and Brandi part two – a new weight gain story

That afternoon, I headed home for Thanksgiving break. Brandi had decided to stay at school for the weekend, since her parents were going on a cruise and she didn’t have any other family to stay with. Besides, she had that date with the Angelo’s delivery guy.

“Have a good time tonight,” I said, getting ready to go.

“I hope you have a good break!” said Brandi. She reached out for a hug and I obliged. I was fascinated to feel her fat breasts squish into my ribcage, and when I reached around to her fleshy back I became enthralled by what had happened to my roommate’s body over the past few months. Was I getting aroused? No…that couldn’t be. I said goodbye and went downstairs to meet my parents.

My whole family was very supportive of my significant weight loss. My mom was so thrilled that she immediately offered to take me shopping for some new clothes. I didn’t know what to make of all the attention. I hated the way I looked now and couldn’t wait to get fat again so I could be as voluptuous as Brandi. When Thanksgiving dinner started, I announced that my doctor at school was concerned about how many pounds I had shed and wanted to me to gain some weight back. My mother seemed confused, but she didn’t complain when I consumed three servings of mashed potatoes and a whole pecan pie with whipped cream. I got up in the middle of the night and munched on a big plate of stuffing, more mashed potatoes and gravy, and a huge serving of some marshmallow dessert. Calorie city. This went on all weekend, mostly behind my mother’s back. We went shopping like she wanted, but I only bought baggy clothes and stretch pants. If everything went as planned, I wouldn’t be skinny for much longer.

When I got back to the dorms late on Sunday night, Brandi wasn’t home yet. That surprised me; usually she was sitting in her bed watching TV, munching on Twinkies, pretending to study. Where could she be at this hour? I jumped into some sweats and went to sleep.

An hour later, I heard some keys rattling in the lock. I opened my eyes as the door swung open and the hallway lights invaded the room. Brandi walked in. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that she staggered in! Her hands were clutching her belly and she was practically waddling. I didn’t say a word, but simply watched her move across the room. She turned on her desk lamp and I could see the swollen state of her tummy. It was magnificent! Brandi looked about six months pregnant! She was breathing hard as she struggled to pull off her skin-tight tanktop. Accomplishing that, she collapsed onto her bed. Her magnificent breasts rolled to each side of her body, leaving her globular stomach to bulge above them. She reached up to her belly, rubbed it contentedly, and let out a long sigh. She was snoring within a few minutes.

By the time I woke up the next morning, Brandi was already gone. I was disappointed that I didn’t get another look at her bloated body. Why was I so interested in the changes to her figure? I couldn’t figure it out. I skipped my workout so I could be in the room when she got home, to figure out what had happened while I was gone.

Brandi was happy to give me the details. “We went out three times this weekend. The first night, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of my nipples! We went out to dinner at this Italian restaurant – oh! the food was fantastic – and then we came back here and made out. He didn’t waste any time reaching for my boobs!”

“How was it?”

Brandi crammed two Oreos into her mouth and got a dreamy look in her eye. “He was wonderful. It’s a lot more fun to hug somebody when you’re squashy like this. I felt like I was melting right into him. And when he started rubbing my butt and running his fingers up and down my spine, I thought I would faint.”

“How was the second date?” I asked.

“That’s when it started getting weird,” she said. “He wanted to make dinner for me, which sounded really romantic. I got there and he had a gigantic spread on the table, like he was going to feed an army. I asked who else was coming and he said, ‘you’ll be the only one coming tonight.'”

“That’s a classy line,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Brandi munched on a few more Oreos. “Yeah. But wait till you hear this part – we started eating and he watched me like a wolf staring at cattle. Every time I put the fork into my mouth he started breathing faster. Finally he got up, came over to my side of the table, and crawled under the table to get in between my legs.”

“What did you do?” I was starting get a little excited.

“I asked what he was doing, of course, and he said it was something nice. He pulled down my sweat pants and my panties and started feeling me up. It felt so good that I put down the fork, leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes. He freaked out and told me to keep eating.”

“He did what?!”

“You heard me.” Brandi was smiling broadly. “I picked up the plate and kept eating the pasta, and he went to work. I’ve never had oral sex that great before. But check this out – he wouldn’t keep going unless I was eating.”


“I’d say so. I had to keep eating for two hours.”

Now I was in shock. “You ate for two hours straight?”

Brandi was blushing now. “It just felt so good, I wanted it to last forever. I ate and ate until he ran out of food. I felt like my gut would explode.”

“Did you make love?”

“No. We were both too tired. He just took me home.”

“What happened the third time?” I asked. I felt a little wet between the legs now.

“That was last night,” she said. “More of the same, but this time he brought three Angelo’s pizzas home and I had to eat those. At the end of it, I was begging for sex, even though I was too stuffed to move.”


“He wouldn’t have sex with me. He wouldn’t even take my shirt off. He just wanted to watch me eat. Isn’t that strange?”

“Sounds like he has some sort of fetish,” I said.

Brandi sat down on her bed, looking disappointed. “What’s the point of being on the pill if you don’t get lucky every once in a while?”

I grew thoughtful. “Do you suppose the pill has something to do with your boobs?”

She cupped them and wiggled her bosom up and down. “You mean that’s why they’re so massive?”

“I mean the veins. And your popped-out nipples.” I felt myself starting to blush as I said the words.

Brandi got up, using her hands to push her newly acquired bulk out of bed, and walked over to the mirror. She looked at her breasts in profile for a moment, and then lifted up her shirt to get a better look at the changes. Her belly was rounder than last week, but it had shrunken considerably since last night. Her breasts looked like balloons ready to burst. I glanced down at my own shrunken chest and found myself getting jealous, and a little bit aroused too. Brandi’s titties were so plump and round that I could not stop looking at them. I longed to touch them, explore every inch of this new territory that I had helped create.

“I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow,” she said. “They do look pretty strange.”

I woke up early the next day and saw Brandi examining herself in the mirror, stark naked. She was a sight to behold. Her formerly toned upper arms had nearly doubled in circumference since we met. They jiggled whenever she moved. Her luscious breasts had also grown and were starting to succumb to gravity. They drooped beautifully; certainly they could hold a few pencils underneath them. Her lower body, however, was showing the most significant growth since last week. Facing sideways in the mirror, my roommate looked at how dramatically her butt stuck out from the rest of her body. As she twisted around to examine it closer, rolls formed underneath her shoulder blades. Love handles appeared at her sides as she leaned from left to right.

Brandi started feeling the curves of her breasts with exploratory fingers. She stopped at her nipples and ran her fingers around the erect bumps of flesh. Then she did something I couldn’t have expected. She pushed her boob up with one hand and used the other to point her nipple upwards, and then craned her neck down to take her own breast into her mouth. I was amazed to watch her accomplish this feat. She used her fingers to massage around her nipple and started sucking. Her breathing was getting faster and faster as she continued, and she sat down on her bed as she got more excited. She stopped supporting her breast with one hand and let it fall between her plump thighs, where she rubbed and rubbed and grew more excited. She was starting moan a little bit now, but the sound was muffled. She opened her mouth a little bit, and that was when I saw it – a little trickle of white fluid. Milk! Brandi was nursing herself!

I was so aroused by this spectacle that I reached into my own panties and started to jack off. Brandi must have heard me move, because she stopped short and grabbed her robe from the floor. Droplets of milk dribbled from her thick dark nipples as she squeezed her plump body into the robe she had been wearing since she weighed a hundred pounds. It was now painfully small, and she needed to hold it shut around her chest to keep her titties from popping out. Even then, you could see a few inches of her soft tummy poking out. I closed my eyes, pretended to be asleep, and she headed out for her shower. Once she was gone, I finished my business. Wow! It had been a long time since I felt this hot!

Where did that milk come from? Was Brandi pregnant? No, that was impossible. She told me that she hadn’t been to bed with anyone for over a year. So how could this happen? I didn’t want to put her in a difficult position, so I rolled over and pretended to be asleep when she came back from the shower. Regardless, all I could think about was her lips licking her hard nipples and sucking out the warm fluid. It was making me crazy to think about it.

That evening, she came back to the dorm room with a long face. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts. Even my fat clothes were starting to get tight on her expanding body. She heaved herself into bed and started to mope. I asked her what was wrong.

“I went to the health center,” she said.

“Bad news?” I guessed. I was getting a little worried.

“It was a disaster,” she said. “I was assigned a new doctor, and she threw a fit when she saw my records. She was certain that there was a misprint when she saw 105 pounds on my chart. ‘Should this be 150?’ she asked. I thought about lying, but I told the truth for some reason. The doctor freaked out. She gave me a bunch of crap about taking responsibility for my own health and how I should have called them when I started gaining so much weight. She drew some blood, did some tests, poked and prodded me, and then noticed the birth control pills I’ve been taking.

“She said that I should have never been given those pills. They’re still experimental and haven’t been approved for prescription use. The hormone levels are obscenely high – that’s what she said – and there are a bunch of side effects: increased appetite, lowered metabolism, and…some other things.”

“Is that what happened to your…” My voice trailed off. As I looked at Brandi’s chest, I noticed little wet spots beneath her erect nipples.

She covered her milky mammaries. “The pills fooled my body into thinking it was pregnant. That’s why I’m fat and my boobs are enormous. Over the weekend they started making milk. It’s so embarrassing!” She started to cry.

I went to her side and gave her a big hug. I knew it was inappropriate, but I felt myself becoming horny just being near her chubby body, knowing that her breasts were loaded with milk. I wanted to take her nipples into my mouth and drain the sweet fluid into my belly. Nothing felt more natural. How could I feel this way? I always wanted to be with boys before. What was happening to me?

Brandi must have been thinking the same thing. “I feel like such a freak. The other day, when I came home from my date, the girl at the desk saw me waddling down the hall, my gut stuffed with three large pizzas, and asked if I was planning to live in the dorms until I delivered. I was confused for a second until I realized that she thought I was pregnant. I just walked away from her. Do I look pregnant, Rose? Is that what everyone thinks?”

“Not everyone,” I said, stroking Brandi’s hair tenderly.

“I don’t know what to do. I like being fat. I like eating whatever I want.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I said softly.

“Maybe I need to face facts,” she said. “When I go home for Christmas, my mom is going to throw a fit. She probably won’t let me come back to college once she sees how fat I am. Do you know how much I weigh now, Rose? One hundred and sixty pounds. I’ve gained ten pounds since last week! Can you imagine?”

“You look great,” I said.

She was quiet for a few moments. “Do you really think so?”

“Yes, I do. When you first moved in here, I was jealous that you were so thin. Now that you’re not skinny anymore, I know that being beautiful has nothing to do with stupid things like inches and pounds. It’s what you do with what you got. It’s being true to yourself.”

“So why did you sweat off forty pounds?” she asked.

“I just figured it out, Brandi. Thank you for showing me.” I gave her a little kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rose.” She looked deeply into my eyes. I felt my lower lip start to tremble. Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth was so moist and warm, and I melted right into it. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I felt my heart racing. Brandi took my hand out of my lap and put it on her swollen breast. I tenderly stroked the soft curves of Brandi’s massive globes, feeling the moisture around her nipples. Brandi put her hand between my legs and massaged me gently. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

“Would you like to taste my milk?” she asked. All I could do was nod.

Brandi reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, thrusting her fat boobs closer to my face in the process. I gasped in pleasure. She giggled softly, then pulled off her t-shirt and bra at the same time. I took a moment to gaze at the magnificent bulges that my roommate had developed since we met a few short months before. They took my breath away. I had never been so fascinated with a pair of breasts before. I certainly never gave a thought about my own. A drop of milk made an appearance as I stared. I made a little ring around Brandi’s nipple with my index finger and caught it. I brought it to my mouth and tasted the warm fluid. It was a little bit sweet.

“Suck it,” Brandi said. “It feels so good.” She laid back on a pillow, letting her breasts settle, and I positioned myself on top of her, between her legs, with my trembling lips at her nipple. She played with my hair and smiled contentedly as I took her tit into my mouth and started to suck. The milk came, just a dribble at first, but then a little bit more. I had to stop and take a breath occasionally, and caused a trickle to roll into her chubby little belly button, but Brandi didn’t seem to mind. She moaned a few times. After a while, she moved a hand to my waist and untied my sweat pants. She reached down to my crotch and started rubbing me there. A jolt of electricity ran through my whole system, and I started sucking harder. My mouth was full of Brandi’s sweet milk. The whole experience grew more and more intense, and before I knew what was happening, a crazy feeling washed over me. Deep from within, a blast of pleasure ripped through my body. I started wailing, and couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. I dropped Brandi’s nipple and let it consume me.

After a minute, it passed. The room grew silent again. Brandi had tweaked her nipple to stop the milk flow, and was smiling at me. “Someone just had an orgasm!” she laughed.

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said.

Brandi pushed me up and got to her feet. She wiggled her chubby bottom out of an old pair of my jeans and fell back into bed, completely naked. She put her head into my throbbing lap and announced, “I’m hungry.”

“I have an idea,” I said. “Let’s order pizza from Angelo’s, and while you eat it, I can…you know…” I reached between her legs and tickled her.

Brandi’s eyes brightened up. “You would do that for me?”

I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Like I said: there’s a first time for everything.”

The pizza was delivered a half-hour later by the delivery guy with the fetish. Brandi answered the door half-dressed, revealing acres of cleavage at the neckline of her tiny bathrobe. He looked like he was ready to attack her, but she pushed him firmly out of the room and slammed the door in his face.

“Let’s get busy, roommate,” she said, and dropped the robe to the floor.

The next month was a blur of sweat, saliva, milk, and food. Brandi and I slid the beds together so we could cuddle all night, or make out whenever the mood struck. We had a morning ritual where I would suckle Brandi’s breasts as she brushed her teeth. She ran out of pills a few days after our first time together, but as long as she kept draining her mammary glands they kept producing the sweet stuff. And that was fun for both of us.

I didn’t know how many calories her milk provided, but I would guess that it’s rather fattening. It’s hard to estimate how many pounds I gained from drinking her milk, because two of us spent almost every waking moment consuming some kind of food. At breakfast we pigged out on Belgian waffles and a dozen doughnuts each, and after morning classes we met at McDonald’s to scarf down a few Big Macs. When we went to the cafeteria for lunch and dinner, we caused a scene by filling up our trays with all the food they could hold and racing to finish our meals. And of course, we finished the day with our usual midnight snack of Angelo’s pizza. Both of us could now finish a large pizza at one sitting. My flat stomach and shapely rear end quickly became a thing of the past as I put on fifteen pounds and started to grow back my pot-belly and bubble-butt. Brandi showered my rounding tummy with kisses every chance she got. I had a pear-shaped body, so most of my blubber settled below the waist. Brandi’s figure wasn’t quite so picky. By Christmas, she had packed another twenty pounds on her little body and looked more voluptuous than ever. What an hourglass! Her seductive hips were wide and curvy, and her blimping buttocks wiggled when she walked. Brandi’s pudgy belly, while prominent, never quite reached the size of her luscious bosom. Brandi’s breasts grew rounder and heavier until she could hold a magic marker under each one. She couldn’t get 38DD bras at Victoria’s Secret, so she went to a specialty store and got some attractive nursing bras. Neither one of us could remember when Brandi developed a double chin, but sure enough there it was. Even though she was no longer under the influence of the pill, her appetite remained impressive; I think she noticed how horny I got when she would outgrow clothes.

A few days before Christmas break, Brandi and I made plans to go down to visit her parents together. It had been a good semester for us, as far as grades were concerned. We were both so happy together that our studies came easily. She made the call to warn her mother about my presence. “If my mom has to accept me at 180 pounds, she might as well meet my girlfriend at the same time,” she said, putting down the phone.

“Does she know how much you weigh?” I asked, munching on a bowl of ice cream with chocolate syrup.

“I said I put on a few pounds. Eighty is a few, right?” We both giggled at that one.

“Is she going to freak out?” I asked,

“Yes,” Brandi said, “and I can’t wait.” She heaved herself out the desk chair and waddled over to the bed. She stripped quickly, letting her tubby belly sway back and forth. She cupped her gigantic tits with her hands and moaned sexily: “Are you thirsty?”

I put down the ice cream and pulled off my t-shirt. “No, I’m hungry…for you!”