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My Stepsister's Appetite - 03
🕑 Added 2023-02-22 14:01:01 +0000 UTC
Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain
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Part 3
The rest of the summer passed in a blur. Every few weeks Tabitha would text me and Iâd go over to her apartment to take pictures for her, but we never did another feeding session. As she grew impractically large her OnlyFans subscriber count started to drop off, but she started to interact with the more niche communities on Reddit, started a Discord, and was more popular than ever. She started a Patreon, and set up higherâprice tiers where a select few could make requests. She started making increasingly explicit videos for the big spenders.
Iâm ashamed to say I was one of those high end subscribers. I got to see every video where my stepsister gorged herself. Sheâd make role-play videos where she addressed the camera as âdaddyâ or âgood boy,â squeezing herself into whatever outfits the other guys (and maybe a few girls, if the comments and Discord chat were to be believed) requested that she wear.
The money poured in, and Tabitha grew. Week after week I watched her improbably large breasts swell and fatten with the many thousands of calories she stuffed into her mouth each day. After our little feeding session, she was already resting her chest on the table during her eating videos. Less than a month later, she did a photoshoot in a bathrobe and pasties. Her thin arms were positively dwarfed by the enormous fat teardrops as she hefted them in front of her. It was clear she couldnât do handâbra photos anymoreâ they were simply too big.
And still she ate, and still she grew. The higher tier subscribers to her Patreon and OnlyFans got exclusive access to a âmukbangâ stream she did once a month. An hoursâlong session where she shoveled food into her mouth and answered questions from the chat. She even set up a series of secure links where subscribers could order food from DoorDash without knowing her address.
I often was able to finish several times during a single stream.
For Halloween, sheâd somehow managed to assemble a witch costume. To be more specific, she was the Sorceress from Dragonâs Crown. Even the ridiculously wellâendowed video game character couldnât hold a candle to my outrageously enormous stepsister.
âHey guys! Are you ready to see the final results of all your donations to my Halloween cosplay drive?â Tabitha said on my laptop screen.
She was standing behind a dressing screen, wearing a long auburn wig. Everything from the neck down was obscured from view.
âOkay⌠first thingâs firstâŚâ
Tabithaâs head disappeared below the screen. She popped back up a moment later wearing a truly gigantic witchâs hat.
âTadaaaaa! Do you guys like it?â
My stepsister squinted at the screen several feet away. I watched the chat fly by, with various emojiâ lots of eggplant and sweating faces. And messages that mostly said âshow us the restâ at various levels of respectfulness.
âOkay okay, enough teasing. I know what you guys⌠and girlsâŚâ She winked at the camera. âAre all here to seeâŚâ
Tabitha stepped out of the frame, then slowly sauntered back in. The first thing I and the rest of the viewers on the stream saw, were two large, round, whiteâclad shapes the size of yoga balls. They jiggled incessantly, and projected at least two feet into the frame. I watched entranced, as Iâm sure everyone else was doing, as they bobbled and swayed for several moments with each step. After several excruciating moments I spotted Tabithaâs leg, then the other, and finally her face along with the rest of her body.
The âSorceressâ was on display in all her glory. Many yards of white fabric and lace stretched over every inch of the bottom half of Tabithaâs gigantic breasts.
The chat positively exploded. I very nearly did as well. Tabitha grinned in smug pride as she showed off for the camera, slowly twisting her body from one side to the other. Her massive mounds never stopped wobbling. The structural engineering that had gone into her costume was truly impressive. When she turned in profile to the camera, my stepsister reached her arms forward. At the furthest lengths of her fingertips, the smooth, pale skin of her halfâexposed breasts still extended almost half a foot beyond her reach.
âIsnât it great?â She gushed. âI had to get it custom made of course, and the girl who made it put in so much support!â
Tabitha twisted her shoulders rapidly, as if to demonstrate the strength of her costume top. My breath caught as the pair of breasts which likely weighed as much as the rest of her body careened to one side, then followed her movement to the other. I could see her knees buckle and my stepsister almost fell over from the inertia of her massive milkers.
âHeh heh whoops! Guess my top isnât stronger than gravity!â
Tabitha moved closer to the desk, showing her gorgeous face in more detail.
âAlright guys, now that you got me in this crazy outfit, I know what youâre all really here to seeâŚâ
She bent down, grabbing something off the floor. I could hear her grunting as she fought with the weight of her enormous breasts. She reappeared holding a three gallon bucket. It held so much candy it was overflowing.
âHalloween candy!â
My stepsister held the bucket out for us to see the contents, even though the full size chocolate bars and peanut butter cups were plainly visible, mounding out of the top. The camera shook slightly as she plopped the bucket on the desk.
âI know what youâre thinkingâŚâ she said with a wink, âthis isnât that much candy for a girl of my⌠size.â
Tabitha ran her hands lovingly along the sides of her breasts as far as she could reach. She bent down again and lifted another bucket that matched the first.
âAfter allâŚâ
She dropped the bucket and bent to fetch another.
âIâm a veryâŚâ
A third bucket.
âHungry girlâŚâ
A fourth.
âAnd I have toâŚâ She dropped a fifth bucket on the desk, half in the frame.
âKeep my hungry girls well fed!â
Tabitha lightly slapped the sides of her breasts, sending ripples along the surface of her exposed cleavage like two stones tossed into a pond. She slid her chair up to the desk and sat, smooth white flesh filling the bottom quarter of my laptop screen.
My stepsister grabbed a full size Snickers bar from the last bucket, ripped it open in one smooth motion and shoved the whole thing into her mouth, tossing the wrapper to the floor as she snatched a second bar from the bucket.
âMmm, Now! Lesh tahâkin, more caâdee!â
***
I got a forced reprieve the day after Halloween, because my group of friends agreed to have a competition for âNo Nut November.â I donât think Iâd have had the willpower to go through with it after watching Tabitha dump twenty gallons of candy down her throat, but weâd made the pact back in March, and I couldnât back out without taking a big hit to my reputation.
Weâd agreed to all put $100 in a pot, and whoever made it all the way to November 30th would split the winnings. Really it was a winâwin for meâ a month without spending money on my stepsisterâs videos and medicallyâstimulated appetite was really going to help out my bank balance.
I signed up at the gym, started doing regular poker nights with the guys, and worked on my backlog of video games. I paused my subscriptions to Tabithaâs accounts, and blocked her number on my phone and various socials. The hardest part was the long hours at work, but fortunately things were plenty busy in the lead up to the holiday shopping rush, so there really wasnât too much downtime for daydreaming.
Once in awhile Iâd have literal dreams about Tabitha. More than once I dreamed she spent all day in her bed, massive breasts covering the mattress and spilling over it. Sheâd call tauntingly to me all day and night to bring her more and more food. Malnourished and dogâtired I ferried armloads of burgers, sandwiches, and giant milkshakes that appeared in the kitchen, dropping it on Tabithaâs vast cleavage. She never stopped stuffing it into her mouth with both hands as I watched her gargantuan chest swell larger and larger, until she filled the room and the walls started to crumble around us.
Luckily I always woke up in time, but Iâd be rock hard. Usually a cold shower and a lateânight gaming session would cool me down, but those thirty days seemed to last forever.
On December first, I collected $350. Only one other guy had gone the distance. I resubscribed to Tabithaâs sites and unblocked her from my phone. As Iâd expected, sheâd messaged me a lot. When I didnât respond to texts or calls, sheâd sent DMs on Twitter, Instagram, and even TikTok. After the first week she started messaging almost daily.
[Hey stepbrother, whereâd you go?]
[Did you go off the grid or something? Lol]
[I miss my #1 fan đ]
[Did something happen to you? I hope youâre okayâŚ]
[Did I do something wrong? I want us to still be friends đ˘]
[Where the FUCK are you??]
[I doubled my dose and have been eating so much⌠I miss you stepbrother⌠đ]
[Iâm running out of Hunger Cup, I need my big brother to come bring me moreâŚ]
[Oops, big stepbrother⌠đ]
[Well I finally figured out your secret. Your stupid friend Mike posted about NNN on his insta⌠I guess I should be flattered that you had to ghost me to do your dumb challenge. Well, good luck, and youâd better come see me on the first. Iâll let you make it up to me đŚ]
December first was a Sunday, so I did something Iâd never doneâ I messaged Tabitha first.
{Hey, you home?}
[Hey stepbrother⌠did you win?]
{Yep, 350 bucks}
[Nice, congrats! You wanna spend it all on food and get the fuck over here?]
{omw}
It took two overloaded carts to hold all the groceries I bought on the way to Tabithaâs apartment. When I knocked on her door I had three bags draped over each arm, and the back of my car was still packed full.
âCome in!â A voice called from a distance.
The living room of Tabithaâs apartment was empty, so I dropped the bags on the table.
âTabby?â
âIn the bedroom!â
I walked slowly down the short hallway, my heartbeat throbbing in my ears. I was already starting to sweat from anticipation and anxiety. The door to Tabithaâs bedroom wasnât latched, so I pushed it open slowly. Nothing in my 30 days of daydreaming and selfârestraint prepared me for the sight that greeted me.
Tabitha. Was. Huge.
She sat on the bed, legs splayed out, and a pile of pillows stacked behind her. She was wearing an enormous parody of a tank top that stretched tightly over a pair of breasts the size of beanbags. They sat heavy and round on her lap, extending past her knees. From my vantage staring stunned in her doorway, I honestly couldnât tell if my stepsister was wearing anything on bottom at all.
âWelcome back, stepbrother.â She said in a much less teasing tone than she normally used. I was still staring at her lapâfilling orbs, the shape of her shot glass size nipples seemed to point right at me.
Tabitha snapped her fingers at me.
âHey, up here!â
I met her eyes.
âIâm guessing from that look that youâre still holding it from the contest.â
âYâyeah.â I muttered.
âIâm very glad to hear that. If you get some food in here Iâll let you give me your first ânutâ of the monthâŚâ
She must have read the shocked question on my face, because Tabitha burst out laughing.
âNot in there you perv! Weâre still sort of relatedâŚâ
She ran one finger along as much of her glorious cleavage as she could reach.
âBut Iâll let you stick it in here if you brought enough to fill me upâŚâ
I had a hell of a time making the six trips it took to bring in all the food Iâd bought.
***
I collapsed on the foot of the bed. Iâd barely managed to slide it between the massive mountains of my stepsisterâs breasts before erupting with 30 days of pent up selfârestraint. I could hear Tabitha moaning as she shoveled muffins and rotisserie chicken into her mouth. My view of her face was blocked by a hundred pounds of boobs.
âIâm proud of you âhomfâ stepbrother, but donât ânomâ leave me again, okay? âurpâ In fact, âmunchâ I set the bed back up in the other room, âhmmmâ if you want to stay all the time. âcrunchââ
I sat up, my stepsisterâs face slowly coming into view over the horizon of her overfed chest. She smiled at me.
âIâll let you watch me eat, and you can use me like this again once in awhileâŚâ
She shoved another muffin into her mouth and ran one hand along the round curve of her bare breasts.
âItâs getting kinda hard for me to move around now.â She met my eyes with her smokiest gaze yet, and I felt myself getting hard again, mere moments after my last release.
âYouâll move in and help your big, hungry stepsister, wonât you stepbrother?â
I nearly tripped over my feet in my rush to fetch another load of food from the living room.
