Lauren: House Sitter 3

Surprise! Another 2-image post.

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Tim had thought seeing a 700-pound Lauren in a barely-fitting crop top and shorts was as lewd and as fat as he would see her.

He was wrong.

The weeks flew by with Lauren getting fatter...and fatter...and fatter…

Today, he found himself in a truly outrageous situation, one he never imagined when he first agreed to take on the job of “babysitting” Mrs Smith’s teenage daughter.

“...thank again for agreeing to help me squeeze into my favorite nightie, Tim! Can you believe Emily thought I’d gotten too fat for it?”

Tim was tugging at the torn, heart-printed fabric of said nightie--which he was currently struggling to tug over ONE of Lauren’s now absolutely colossal breasts.

“...n-no problem...urghhhh...Laur…” he groaned, struggling with the creaking fabric, staring up at the gigantic exposed boob wobbling with his every labored tug.

That titanic titty was bigger than *he* was. He remembered her talking with Emily on the phone about a couple of weeks ago about her boobs knocking out some guy. Forgot “knocking out”--today, Lauren’s breasts could bury a man alive!

Lauren was now so fat that she as lying on the living room floor on the remains of the demolished couch, a couple of other pieces of furniture crushed under her massive figure.

Another living room item was about to join the others--a low table was creaking under the weight of Lauren’s overflowing side-boob.

Of course, since she was wearing a nightie meant that she wasn’t wearing any bottoms either. Tim had full view of Lauren’s fully exposed ass, thighs, and her barely visible panties.

“She’s probably just mad because...mmmffff...I broke her boyfriend’s mini-van when I tried...yumm...squeezing into it last week!” he could hear her over the mountain of boobage, her voice thick with mouthfuls of food.

Tim groaned. Was she seriously still eating, even as he was trying to help her squeeze into this thing? Sure enough, he also heard the soft whirring of a hovering Helper-bot somewhere overhead, presumably ferrying even more fattening treats to her mouth.

That had been his own fault. As an engineering student, that H-bot was one of his projects and he gifted it to her to help her with chores while he was away. Naturally the pampered girl abused it, using it as a feeding machine instead.

Tim felt his arms shaking with fatigue. “L-Laur” he panted, “I t-think this is as far...as it...will go...”

“Oh alright! You can let go then”

He did, and the moment he let go Lauren’s ginormous breasts overpowered the poor nightie easily like a massive tidal wave demolishing an inadequate dam.

*CRAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!*

The low table it had been partly resting on collapsed under the weight of her monumental right breast, which crashed onto the floor making nearby items shake.

The nightie retreated immediately, tearing even more as it went, rolling into a strip of useless cloth underneath the swell of her giant breasts.

He gawked at Lauren’s fully exposed tits, and belly, the nightie barely visible between that overflowing boobage and belly fat. All the work he had put in adding hooks and clasps and a few reinforcement straps was totally undone.

The titanic teenager’s face popped up from between her mountainous breasts, partly visible to him now as her boobs had cascaded down the sides of her belly.

“Oopsies. Okay, so maybe it fits a *bit* tighter than I remembered” she grinned with a bite of her lip, her chubby hand pushing out from underneath her own boobage to tug at the barely-there fabric feebly.

“Well I promised Em I’d at least get it on, and it *technically* fits--” she reasoned, looking down at her fully exposed tits, belly, panties, thighs…

“Beep boop” went H-bot, suddenly appearing carrying an entire cake.

“CAKE!” said the gluttonous girl excitedly, opening her mouth and allowing the bot to ferry it towards her.

Tim stared. This was the level of fatness the “little high school girl” he was supposed to be baby-sitting had attained. She was eating entire cakes like they were muffins, while her tits were making the ground shake and demolishing furniture.

“...mmm...on the bright side...mmmm…” began Lauren through mouthfuls of cake, continuing to tug at the nightie that looked more like a cloth belt than any real article of clothing. “...doesn’t this nightie make my boobs look huge?” she giggled dimly as she smiled down at her fully exposed tits.

A little later, and Lauren was on a call with Emily as usual.

H-bot was continuing to feed the pampered princess, while Tim was doing one of his new “chores”--giving Lauren belly rubs.

He felt himself hypnotized by all that flesh he lathered more oil onto her enormous, wobbling belly, now glistening and moist.

As Lauren shifted he felt the underside of her gigantic boob bulge against him. It was so heavy, and it too was slippery with massage oil as it inevitably made contact with her upper belly roll.

With a gulp, Tim used his left hand (and most of his entire left side) to push against the megaton titty, as he heard the crunching of broken furniture under that gargantuan breast.

“...I swear Em, he is the *best* house-sitter I’ve ever had! He’s so sweet and generous, I don’t know what I do to deserve him” she giggled through mouthfuls of cake, smiling down at the guy struggling with her overgrown tits and belly.

The airheaded teenager considered belly rubs “totally platonic” and “not sensual”, which was funny considering the scene right now might have been straight out of a feeder’s porn clip--a monstrously obese girl with her tits out, belly out, ass out, all her fat glistening with oil as she was being tenderly massaged and fed.

“Say hi Tim!”

Without warning, Lauren shifted a bit causing her giant breast to heave back against him, pinning him down against the side of her fat belly.

“Mmmmfff!”

Tim was now like the nightie, sandwiched between underboob and upper belly, wet with oil too.

On camera, Emily gasped as she saw the house-sitter squashed between belly and boobage, her practically naked, glistening air-headed friend smiling for the camera like this scene was totally normal as the bot proceeded to empty a box of pastries into her mouth.

“Mmmff---h-hi…” went the muffled Tim, a skinny arm poking out from all that wobbling flesh.

“Gee, I wonder why he’s so good to you” said Emily sarcastically at the outrageously lewd scene on her phone.

“Oh, did you notice? I TOLD you I could still fit into my nightie!” said Lauren dimly, pulling at the barely-visible heart print fabric. She gave it a few tugs for emphasis, which only caused her ginormous bare breasts and fat belly to jiggle obscenely...with Tim still squashed in there.

Emily slapped a palm to her face.

“I know I know, it’s a bit tight on me now...but I think it really emphasizes my tits and ass!”

Oh Laur.