WHAT FATTENS IN VEGAS...

Disclaimer:
The following story is a weight gain story based on events in my actual life, though is not a re-enactment of what actually happened.

This is also my very first WG story. Though I am a writer, I've never done anything like this, so don't comment on this with sharp expert critique.

Prologue:
My username is FANN, Fat Admiring Net Ninja. Over time, this account on DA has sorta become a second identity to me. Therefore, I do not wish to show, reveal, or even hint that I'm an FA in real life. I do this mostly so my family will not discover me, and find or search for this account.
However, there are some BBWs and SSBBWs I see in real life that I cannot simply ignore. Though FANN is second, hidden identity, it would not do his name and favs justice to forget about these women. These are the stories of my encounters with them.


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Las Vegas, Reno. Namely, the airport. Lots of slot Machines, lots of people, lots of gates, lots of planes, and (for me) a four-hour layover wait. You know, right? It's where my little brother, my mother, and I get off our initial flight and wait for four hours to get on the next flight, which will send us home.

We headed to our gate, past a block of slot machines. When I rounded the corner, I saw her. And let me tell ya, I think everyone else saw her too. It wasn't hard at all. To call her "fat" wouldn't do her flesh justice. She was tremendous. Circus ladies don't come this fat. Nearly double that of any normal woman in the Vegas airport. Her friend sitting next to her was more fat than chubby too, but was clearly physically insignificant by comparison.

I did not know her name, but to make the story easier to read without repetition, I will call her both Rebecca and "the woman".

Rebecca wore a dark blue and white polka dot shirt and purple pants. She had blonde hair down to her neck, which, BTW, hardly existed. The woman had a double chin that was skipping past triple and quadruple and merging with her shoulder body fat to make it seem like there was no neck. Sadly, I was not able to see her butt yet. Her breasts were the size of...I'd say 3/4 of a basketball and very perky. They did not sag very much or droop the side for two reasons: 1) It may have been the bra she was wearing. 2) There aren't very many breasts that could drop to the side of this belly.

Her belly. Her belly. Rebecca's belly. Her arms and legs were believeably fat enough, but next to her giant gut, all other body parts seemed nearly skinny. I'd estimate it went 2 and 1/2 feet from her back forward and 2 feet wide. It seemed to jut out and lift the rest of her body up. Her shirt and pants stretched tight, and seemed to form around her stomach. Hard to believe, but the bottom half of her belly was indeed covered entirely by her pants, which had stretched so much that part of them were beginning to abandon her ankles, as if every part of her clothing magically formed and stretched to accomadate and cover the tremendous gut. I was surprised that it did not have very many visible folds. Maybe it was the shirt, but it maintained a relatively spherical form.

Now, there are two kinds of benches in this area. One has metal arm rests for each seat (which makes it look more like aligned seats than a bench) that cannot be adjusted or moved. Very tough metal. The other are lonely-looking benches that do not have arm rests. Of course, Rebecca was sitting in the first one.

And, as you would guess, she was eating. Or gorging, if you want to get accurate. Nachos with extra cheese, two boxes of a complete Sbarro pizza, five burgers, various potato chips, and a pair or large paper bags that must've contained yet more food.

Down the doomed food went. Very little of it went to her arms, legs, or breasts. If I didn't know better, I'd say every part of her body was concentrated on expanding that belly to a size even larger. Her skin pressed against the metal arm rests. The stomach began to hang over the seat on the front and to the sides, gurgling with a hunger that should've faded ages ago.

Rebbecca's friend tapped her on the shoulder while she was inhaling a full burger. She pointed to her stomach and said a few words. I was too far away to hear, but I would venture to guess she had warned that Rebbecca's fat would eventually get her stuck in these amazingly durable chairs. I believe Rebbecca's response was, considering that her friend walked off, "I've still got a few more inches. I'll be done with these soon, but I still got the munchies. Please, could you go get me some more food." As her friend got up, she clearly hollered "Wait! When I say 'more', I mean more than what I got the first time. Thank you!"

When her friend returned, she was carrying the maximum amount of food she could carry. Rebbecca had finished her previous meal a full ten minutes before she returned. Her face lit up and she clapped her hands in joy, immediately beginning the next feast.

This time, all parts aside from her body had to concede to basic human expansion  logic and did expand several pounds. Her arms and legs got thicker, but her breasts got a good deal out of it. They became a full three cups larger, an impressive feat.

However, those barely received a quarter of the pounds she would receive total. Her expanding gut was proudly presented with the majority of the pounds, inches, glutton, and glory. As if determined to stay in that seat as long as possible, her belly attempted to go forward more than to the sides. And when half of her belly was beyond the seat and touching the ground, it raised her upper body higher and higher. Her stomach did not want to get wider, lest it forever be trapped in the ever-so-durable arm rests. But a time came when it had to concede and Rebbecca got wider and fatter until it became clear that she could no longer stay in the seat. A fold had been created above the arm rest, to avoid much fat being below it.

The woman and her friend talked a little and decided to move to the other, aforementioned benches. Rebbecca struggled forward but her gut forced her back into full sitting. Three more tries it took, and she was on her feet and walking further away from me. Not that we were very close to begin with. Not that she noticed me.

But I noticed something I had not had the oppurtunity to see before: A good reason for her belly to expand and move forward, and the prime reason she could no longer stay in that seat. It was her ass. I had to clean my glasses and make sure I was looking right. Because I could've sworn she had stuffed 6 standard pillows into her pants, 3 on top of each cheek. But no, this was her actual expanded butt. It still paled in comparison to her belly, but it was truly a sight.

Rebbecca struggled to maintain her balance at first. And who could blame her? She was now as wide as two people and, if she ever sat to the side, she would take up four seats no problem. Her belly was forced to rest on the ground two feet in front of her. She waddled and dragged herself to the bathroom. I assumed the only toilet she would find would be the handicapped stall. Actually, I think she would just barely fit in there. This is, of course, under the assumption the toilet wouldn't shatter to pieces and shoot up water like a broken fire hydrant the moment she sat on it.

The mammoth woman emerging soaking wet and looking as if she had gone through a great ordeal.

The friend asked "Oh no! Did the toilet break?!"
"*huff*...What? Why would...*huh*... the toilet break...?"
"You're wet all over!"
"Well that's because...they put the restrooms so far away. I mean...it's like freaking adventure to get all the way there! You'd be sweaty too if you went!"

Her friend looked worriedly down at Rebbecca's stomach, then looked at her face, which had acquired very little fat from her gluttonous feasts. "You...uh...did wash your hands, right?"

"Yeah, of course. I mean, with all the food I've been eating, having dirty hands touching all of it would just be plain....unhealthy."

Rebbecca's friend shifted her gaze once more to the protruding mass off flesh that was over half of her best friend with the words "unhealthy" ringing in her ears.

Since she was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the bench, Rebbecca looked for a spot to sit down with plenty of room, yet no one was passing by. She found one at a Gate that wasn't being used at all. She began the potentially earth-shattering task of sitting down. At this point, I had been sneaking glances at her, so as to avoid my family discovering exactly what I was looking at. But for this moment I gave Rebbecca my full attention, because I knew that there was no way she could sit down anymore without losing her balance and making a huge BOOM upon impact.

But I was amazing by this woman once more, as she slowly sat on the floor. First, she squatted down, pushing her vast belly into the floor and pushing it forward, in order to give herself leg room. Now, up until this point, her clothes had remained firmly on her body in the exact manner: perfectly covering every inch of flesh no matter how big she got. I don't know how the material held up, but it did until she sat down. The top of her pants, covering her belly's dark underside, tore at the button and zipper, exposing the front of her pink panties for a split second. However, these events were quickly covered and hidden, because at this point her belly squished into the floor and erased all images of the rip that had occurred with its mass. The backside of the pants had not submitted to the globes of flesh that were her butt cheeks, even though it was clear the pants' days were numbered.....at less than one. This whole process of sitting down required much concentration and involved every part of her to jiggle violently.

When her body stopped moving, Rebbecca took a big sigh, another event that caused motion all over with the exhale. "All that walking around made me hungry again. Could you go get me some more food?"

"No. Not a chance." The friend shook her head. "You've got to stop right now. And I'm out of money anyway. Which, by the way, you now owe me."

"That's fine! I'll pay you back for everything and more for your trouble! I swear! My parents are rich; we can figure something out. Look, here's my credit card. I have an idea that will keep me filled for days. Get three of everything in the airport, all of their largest sizes with all possible condiments and extras on them. That should do it."

The look on her friend's face was probably similar to mine: shock and disbelief. This woman had proved to me that she could eat and gain massively. But she's still human, after all. To even seriously consider this as a skinny, starving person could result in death by glutton. Las Vegas' airport was huge! Rebbecca's friend wouldn't survive carrying all the food, let along eating it all.

"Y-You can't be serious! You'll explode! And I can't bring you all of that!"

"I'm starving! I'll be fine! You'll be fine! That's what I meant when I said I would pay you extra! Trust me, I will definitely make it worth your while."

Rebbecca heaved up her flabby fingers and handed her the credit card. The friend grabbed it and began to walk away. With one, final look of worry, she went on her way to collect the food for this unimaginable task. She would have to make trips to bring it all back, of course. I cab guess that, to her, it would feel like an endless cycle. Walk, find restaurant, wait in line, order, deal with the cashier's "Err...are you sure?", wait for food, fill up drinks, carry food back for Rebbecca to immediately erase, then repeat.

The best part of this encounter was just starting, so I knew that anything I needed done needed to be done NOW. My soda was empty, so I went and got a refill, returned, then went to the bathroom. Just as I got out of the bathroom, I got a call from my best friend. He and I talked for about an hour, caught up. He had gone to Japan and had as much to tell as I did. He's not an FA, but we both like hentai, and he's the only person who knows about my second identity as FANN. Our code word for looking up porn is "logging in". Even though he would find it completely and utterly disgusting, I couldn't wait to tell him about it in private.

Once the call was over, I thought "Speaking of which, I wonder how she's doing?" I turned around and gave an audible gasp.

Her friend was back. And the food had been brought. She had completed her extreme  and unthinkable task. And Rebbecca herself was done too. 3 of every food in the airport now lay within her. At the time, she was sleeping.

Rebbecca had acheived what I consider to be the pinnacle of Weight Gain: The elusive and rare immobility...in real life. She had become impossible to move, massive in the true meaning of the word, and for the first time all day, full. As in, full full. The kind of full a cup of water has. The full of a balloon. It wasn't so much that she wasn't hungry anymore; her body simply could not contain more food that it had within. Now, she wasn't one french fry from exploding, but it was clear that she had to be done eating.

Her legs and arms had finally plumped out. If they were not beside her stomach, they would seem truly amazing. The same can be said for her butt and boobs. Her pants had given up the ghost and faded away, never to be seen again. Actually, there were no remains of them to be found. But her pink panties carried on their predecessor's duty of covering butt flesh. However, this does not mean they covered the massiveness of her ass. Each butt cheek alone was approximately the size of a stove: three feet high, but with the squishing against the ground, they were also 4 feet wide. Butt cheeks. 3 ft high, 4 ft wide. Amazing. Rebbecca's breasts had indeed surpassed beach ball size and were longer than watermelons, having surely destroyed her bra in an age long gone. Her dark blue and white polka dot shirt had retreated, incapable of covering her gut and now focused primarily on concealing her boobs, taking over where the bra left off.

But the true magnificence of Rebbecca lay in her belly. Her legs had been forced to nearly do the splits. During the initial gain, Rebbecca's belly attempted to avoid getting wider, and now it seemed to have paid the cost for it. It is difficult to explain the sheer size of her stomach. Take two four-door cars (not trucks or SUVs) and put them up next to each other, side by side, doors scraping each other. Then take two more cars arranged in the same fashion, and place them on top of the first pair. Now cover it all with skin and that...is the heaving mountain of Rebbecca's expanded, immobile gut. Las Vegas' airport, though large horizontally, did not have a ceiling too high. Her belly had lifted her high up, about two feet from her hair touching the ceiling. With every breath and snore she took, the legendary stomach went in and out. It was like an ocean's waves, and if so then her little belly button was a lone island in a sea of naked flesh. Rebbecca's friend lay, tired, up against her friend's soft, yet mammoth gut.

As would be predictable, people were taking pictures. They wanted others to hear about this whale of a woman, no matter how disgusted they were. The flight that she had waited four hours for could not possibly accomodate her. The plane would crash before it got off ground.

I wanted to take a picture too, but for different intentions than most people there. However, I was now supposed to get on the flight. The flight Rebbecca would've gotten on had she not pigged out epicly. I got on, regretting that I could not get the chance to take out my camera.

It's a tough choice of what I wanted, even though I had no control over it. Which would I have wanted more? Rebbecca to gain an unthinkable amount of weight, yet have her not board the same plane as I? Or for her to remain mobile, yet fat enough to get on the plane? If the latter were the case, and I boarded before her, her weight would've been forced through the thin aisle and would have no doubt squished against me while I was in the aisle seat. But, again, I had no control over Rebbecca, and neither did I ever expect to. I'm satisfied knowing that I witnessed a wondrous, legendary weight gain, instead of touching a slightly amazing lesser woman. I like how it turned out.

Rebbecca no doubt made the news the following day. No doubt, the best possible headline would be:

"WHAT FATTENS IN VEGAS, STAYS IN VEGAS."

THE END