Clara's Decent into Gaming and Laziness: Merv The Marvelous

(A commission for MCS1234567890)

[1 year later: Clara is back and she’s fatter and lazier than ever, but what happens when she finally meets a guy who can actually hold her interest?]

Author’s Note: This story is commissioned by a different person than the original story’s commissioner and thus may not be considered canon by the original commissioner.

This story contains weight gain and mild slob themes.

Clara slammed a pudgy fist down hard on her desk causing a small pile of empty soda cups, energy drink cans, and fast-food bags to fall to the floor.

“How does this keep happening?!?” she shouted as she leaned back in frustration. The gamer girl had really been packing on the pounds over the last year. She became even fatter and lazier than she had ever been before, and it showed as she had nearly doubled her weight in a single year. Her cute, pudgy face was being swallowed up by her ever growing cheeks, which sagged downward into her now sextuple chin. The large number of chins, however, did a great job of catching the large amount of crumbs that the distracted gamer failed to shove successfully into her insatiable mouth. Her red hair had also grown longer. Being too lazy to get it cut, it now hung past her shoulders and down her back, eventually resting on her bulging ass cheeks.

Her flabby arms had grown an impressive set of bingo-wings that put most large birds to shame. A series of doughy rolls piled up against each other down her arms until narrowing at her wrists, which were resting heavily on her desk.

Her sagging exposed breasts had grown considerably, now reaching past the first of her many belly rolls and hanging over each side of it. Her belly had gotten so massive that it now reached the floor while she sat.

The most prosperous benefactor of her incredible weight gain, had of course been her gigantic, couch-flattening, doorway-filling, chair-demolishing ass. Despite how much the rest of her body had grown, she still maintained an incredible pear-shape. Her booty had grown so massive that she had started to use it as a seat for the last few months. It was like having her own personal pair of beanbag chairs wherever she went, which of course wasn’t very many places, but was still very convenient nonetheless.

It was also considerably lucky that she could do so given the fact that she had totally rendered her industrial office chair/bed to scrap metal as she continued to pile on the pounds. Around the time she hit the 1200lb mark, she became too heavy for the machine to move her with its own power and when she was around 1500lbs, the entire structure finally buckled underneath her mammoth ass as she flattened it completely into the ground. Being too lazy to move it, she continued to use the top portion as a big cushion (though her ass still overflows it in every direction) during the day, and a makeshift bed during the night.

The apartment was filled with the sound of feverish keyboard button and mouse clicks as Clara maneuvered her champion across the League of Legends map dodging her opponent’s attacks and retaliating with her own. She stuck her tongue out in deep concentration as she went in for the kill, but to her surprise she found herself on the receiving end of a powerful beam of magic energy that quickly drained her HP to 0.

“This is bullshit!” she cried out once again, slamming her fist into her desk causing yet another pile of trash to join its brethren on the floor.

“Hacks! I call hacks!” she continued.

Usually Clara was the team’s carry who always brought them to victory, but instead she was getting her ass handed to her (Which could be taken two ways but was drastically impressive regardless). Someone named “MervTheMarvelous” was starting to quickly turn the tide for the enemy team.

After several agonizing seconds, Clara respawned and moved her character back into the battle. If she didn’t do something soon, she and her team would lose for sure. She leaned forward in a state of deep focus, causing the flattened floorboards underneath her to groan with the new shift in weight.

“I can’t let this noob get me tilted,” she mumbled to herself, but she couldn’t help but start to get angry.

Once again, the crackle of magic and electricity filled the air as she was struck down by MervTheMarvelous.

“GOD DAMN IT!” she screamed! Slamming her fist down into her massive hips, causing huge ripples of fat to traverse her incredibly obese, jiggly lower half.

She put her hands over her face and groaned as she pulled them down across her chubby cheeks. Clara didn’t lose very often, and when she did it was almost always because of one of her teammates not being able to carry their own weight. Clara on the other hand was ALWAYS able to carry her own weight, well, in-game that is.

A series of “GG’s” and “WP’s” were typed in chat by the other players, but Clara was too angry to be a good sport.

“GG hacker!” she typed in chat as the game drew to a close.

Clara folded her doughy arms against her substantial chest and pouted. It just wasn’t fair. However, right when she was able to exit the lobby, she saw a notification appear in the corner of her screen. She placed her hand back on the mouse and clicked on it.

“1 new friend request from: MervTheMarvelous” it read.

“Ha, this hacker is probably adding me so he can beg me not to report him.” she said to herself.

She clicked the accept button and started a PM session.

“Sorry hacker, but I’ve already reported you, nothing you can do now.” she typed and hit Enter.

A moment later, a message from MervTheMarvelous appeared.

“Wow...I’m not hacking.”
“I added you because I can tell you’re a pretty good player”
“Thought maybe we could team up again sometime.”

“But if you’re gonna be this rude then nvm.”

This was not the reply Clara was expecting. She rested the first of her many chins on her fist and considered his offer.

“Is this guy just simping?” she thought to herself. But her gamertag was “RocketBulld0g”, which didn’t really hint that she was a girl. It was actually a nickname given to her back in her sports days. Her high school team was called the “Bulldogs” then she earned the “rocket” part of the nickname the day she beat her school’s high-jump record. It also played into how she was able to launch the ball towards the goal like a rocket. However these days, there certainly wasn’t anything “rocket-ey” about her.

Clara came to the conclusion that he actually must think they’d make a good team. She also wasn’t a fan of how badly he had beaten her and would hate for that to happen again. That last thought settled it, she would accept his offer.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” she typed. “Wanna queue up?”

“Sure” he replied.

A few moments later, a game invite appeared on her screen. Clara clicked the accept button and was added into a lobby with him.

“Do you have Discord?” he said in the chat window.

Clara bit her lip. On one hand, she knew that they’d be able to communicate way better during the game if they got into a voice call together, but on the other hand he might go full simp or incel if he found out she was a girl.

She hesitated a moment longer and typed “Yeah... RocketBulld0g#2854”

*Ba-Ding*

A friend request appeared in her Discord notifications. She accepted it and took a quick look at his profile picture. It was a simple photograph of a person instead of a character from an anime or a movie or something, so she figured there was a pretty strong chance this is what he actually looked like. He was actually a pretty good-looking guy, in fact he was quite handsome. His short brown hair reminded her of Nathan Drake from the Uncharted series, who she had always had a bit of a crush on.

“Dang it, Clara. You went and chose the embarrassing ending for this cute guy,” she mumbled to herself.

*DING DING DING*
*DING DING DING*

Clara’s heart skipped a beat as Discord’s voice call ring suddenly blasted through her speakers. A quick fart escaped her ass cheeks in surprise with a loud *PBTTT*. After hesitating for an amount of time that surprised her, she answered.

“Hello! How’s it going?” a friendly voice said through her speakers. His voice sounded really nice to her. It wasn’t nasally or dweeby like the type of guys that usually add her for being a girl. He had only said three words, but he sounded welcoming and playful.

“H-hey!” she said, feeling bad about her previous assessment and immediately starting to blush.

“Why am I getting so worked up over some rando?” she thought to herself.

“So I’m sorry you thought I was hacking... but I guess I can take that as a compliment!” he said humorously.

Clara paused for a moment. He didn’t seem shocked or phased at all that she was a girl. Maybe her just saying “hey” wasn’t enough for him to realize.

“Yeah sorry about that,” she said, thankful that he couldn’t see how red her face was turning.

She tried to fight the embarrassment by thinking about what rude or sexist thing he would say now. Something like “Oh wow a gamer grill?” or “Stop playing video games and go make me a sandwich.”

“It’s ok! It’s totally fine. Like I said, I can tell you’re really good and I bet we’ll kick some ass once this next game starts.”

Clara was pleasantly surprised. It’s like he didn’t even realize he was talking to a girl.

They spent the next few minutes talking about game techniques and strategies. Clara had learned that his name was actually Mervyn and “MervTheMarvelous” was the name of his first Dungeons and Dragons character. He also had a great amount of solid gaming advice to give her.

“You play too risky,” he had explained. “You get a bit overconfident sometimes and overextend. That might work against less skilled players, and judging by how often you do it, I’m guessing it usually pays off. But once you start facing the best of the best, it’s not gonna keep working out so well for you.”

Clara took to heart every single word he said. She wanted to be the best player she could be. As the game progressed, they proved to be an unstoppable force. It was one of the fastest games she had ever played and in just a few minutes, victory was finally theirs.

They continued to play game after game, deep into the night.

“Kickass work, Clara! That was awesome!” he exclaimed after she had backdoored the enemy’s Nexus and won them the game.

“Hehe, nothing to it! EZ!” she said, delighted.

“That was fun, but I think I’m gonna call it here. I think I’m all gamed out for the night,” Mervyn said, sounding a bit tired.

“But it’s so early!” Clara said, glancing at her clock. It read 1:32am.

“Maybe where you are,” he said with a short chuckle. “It’s 1:32 in the morning here.”

“That’s the same time it is for me!” she retorted! “Where’s your spawn point?”

There was a moment of silence before he finally replied, “My..what?”

“Like, where do you live?” she corrected.

“Oh!” he said with a small chuckle. Frankfurt”

“No way! Me too!” Clara almost shouted, giddily bouncing up and down making her ass fat jiggle like mad and sending the floorboards into another groaning fit beneath her.

“Well I admire your dedication, but I’ve got to call it a night. I have work in the morning. Later!” he said reluctantly as his name disappeared from both the video call and the game lobby.

Clara starred at the now empty game lobby. She couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed spending time with someone like that. She was having so much more fun than she did with the other people she played with, which were usually just her clients that she had been paid to boost the rankings of.

She played for a few more hours, but found it nowhere as enjoyable playing on her own. Eventually, she decided she would call it a night too and logged off.

“Ahh, now if there aren’t any enemies nearby, I can hopefully go right to sleep” she muttered to herself as she attempted to readjust her position in her destroyed bed to go to sleep. She pulled out her phone and set her smart thermostat to a higher temperature. She grew to be far too lazy to shift around and pick up the blanket underneath her. Even if she did, it was nowhere near big enough to cover her entire obese body. Though of course, she’s still trying to figure out how it shrank so much in the laundry.

The next day, Clara woke up and stretched her incredibly fat arms towards the ceiling and yawned, creating another three or four chins between her neck and sizeable boobs as she did so. She pulled out her phone and began tapping away to place an order for her daily food delivery. The simple act of going to her front door to accept the food had become such an ordeal for her, that she tried to restrict the number of times she had to do it to as few as possible. It didn’t help that her incrediblly obese ass had destroyed her only means of effortless transportation.

She thumbed through her favorites on the app and ordered a few breakfast sandwiches, some egg and cheese wraps, half a dozen burgers, some buckets of chicken, mashed potato tubs, several orders of fries, a family pack bundle of potato chips bags, and an entire 12 pack of gamer energy drinks.

After placing her order, she glanced at her delivery ETA that read “35 minutes”.

“Ugh, hurry up. I’m starvingggggg,” she moaned to herself. “Can’t you guys fast-travel or something?”

She decided that she would double check her desk for any remaining food scraps while she was waiting. With considerable effort, the mega-sized gamer girl leaned forward to the best of her abilities while trying to counterbalance the weight of her huge, drooping ass. After several attempts and many labored grunts later, she was finally back in front of her desk in a sitting position. She threw piles of empty fast-food wrappers and empty chip bags onto the floor looking for any remaining morsels to hold her growing belly over for a few minutes but turned up empty.

“Damn, another empty loot room.”

She put a disappointed chubby cheek on her fist and woke up her computer. After going through her Discord notifications, she saw she had a DM from Mervyn. She had totally forgotten about him, but the memory of how much fun she had last night made her ignore the rest of her messages and open his up.

It simply read “Good morning! Hope you slept well last night. LMK if you’re down to play again today!”

Clara sat up in delight. She was pleased to hear that he wanted to play with her again. She quickly began typing up a reply.

“Sure! I’m logging in now”

Clara thought about his friendly voice and started to get butterflies in her tummy. She was used to boys flooding her DM’s once they found out she was a girl and had many suitors before, but something about Mervyn was different. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t constantly hitting on her. Sure, he was attractive, but Clara felt there was more to it than that.

*BA DING BA DING BA DING*

Clara was yanked from her thoughts as she got a voice-call invite from Mervyn. She eagerly accepted.

“Hey, MervTheMarvelous!” she said, trying to sound happy and friendly herself.

“Hey Clara!” he replied. “Ready to jump in? And please, just call me Mervyn haha.”

“You bet, MervTheMarvelous” she said.

“Again, no effort to hit on me,” she thought to herself, completely ignoring his request. “No small talk either.”

This was probably for the best. Clara was easily bored and often didn’t have the patience for talking about such trivial things. Not to mention how lazy she was when it came to replying to people. Low-interest messages like “Sup?” or “Whatcha doing?” almost never made the cut.

They two hopped into a game lobby and started up their first match. Just like the night before it was an absolute landslide in their favor. Clara felt a bit distracted though. What if he didn’t like her? What if the reason for him not even attempting to flirt was because he didn’t find her attractive? Maybe she wasn't a good enough player! After GG’s were exchanged and they were about to begin their next game, Clara’s doorbell rang.

“Ah drat,” Clara said. “My food just came to the door. I gotta hop off for 30min or so, sorry!”

“No worries!” Mervyn replied, “Enjoy your meal!.”

Clara could sense just a smidge of disappointment, which cheered her up a little and gave her a little hope. Her smile quickly faltered as she realized the task that lay ahead of her: Walking to her front door.

She didn’t know why it had become so difficult recently. Maybe she was just tired. If only she had another energy drink left. Clara leaned forward, putting both of her hands on the edge of her desk and braced herself. Her arms and legs strained together as they attempted to lift her enormous body up into a standing position. She gritted her teeth and grunted as her body began to stiffen. Her desk started to groan and bend as it supported more of her immense weight.

Her legs had gotten so obese that her feet were well hidden in a massive column of doughy ankle and caff fat. Even while standing, her feet themselves just barely touched the ground. It wouldn’t be much longer now until she was fully supported purely by her own leg fat instead. What did successfully reach the ground while standing though, were her impossibly heavy ass cheeks.

Her ass had surpassed the 7-foot wide mark standing up, and it spread out several more feet when she sat down. In a sitting position, she was twice as wide as she was tall. It had grown so huge and saggy that it no longer left the ground when she stood up. This was yet another stroke of luck for the gamer girl though, because if she had to carry all of that weight with her own legs, she would probably be unable to move at all.

She lifted one doughy foot off the ground the best she could, but it was nowhere near high enough to lift the piles of soft, sagging leg fat that still bulged onto the floor. However, it was enough to shift her leg forward slightly. Clara only had the strength to lift her leg up for a few moments, so after gaining some ground, she quickly dropped her foot back down, shaking the entire room with a large, heavy footstep.

As she progressed, she felt the bottom of her ass drag across the floor behind her. Each step caused her enormous hips to sway and jiggle heavily, pulling the rest of her body with it as she walked.

Slowly but surely, she made her way to the edge of the living room, following the flattened floorboard trail she had made between her desk and the door by making this trip several times in the past, though it grew ever so slightly deeper and wider every time she made it. Just over 15 minutes had passed, but she was finally at the door. The delivery guy would be long-gone by now, but she was excited to have her delicious food in sight. She was working up quite a sweat at this point and could feel a thin film of it developing between her ass and the floor.

She opened the door and glanced outside, on top of her doormat were several fast-food bags placed inside of delivery bags with the delivery service’s logo printed on them. She pushed herself against the doorframe that was nearly half was wide as was, filling it instantly with her obese body. She was still naked, but this wasn’t the first time she had picked up her food without clothes and would definitely not be the last. Making it all this way was already such a huge pain in the ass, so she’d be damned if she had to add getting dressed to this already tedious endeavor.

She scooped up the bags of food and then reached for the last when she discovered it was just out of reach. She strained and shoved her way further into the doorframe, causing more cracks and splinters to erupt as more of her weight pushed against it until she was finally able to snag it with a pudgy finger.

Quickly she leaned back, pulling the food into her house and closed the door. Exhausted, she immediately dropped onto her ass, causing the entire building to experience a quick tremor. Her gigantic ass and hips quickly flooded the narrow hallway as they jiggled and sloshed to fill up as much space as possible. They nearly touched both sides of the entryway of her apartment.

After catching her breath, Clara put the bags in front of her on the ground and began her attempt to stand up again. She needed every advantage she could and would just pick them up after she was on her “feet”. Once she was up, she began waddle-shuffling back to her desk. She had left an 8 foot-wide ass print with her sweat on the door and surrounding walls.

“They really need to patch this bug.” Clara muttered between labored breaths. “It’s so hard to walk when you’re glitching through the floor like this.”

Luckily, her now-lubricated ass made it easier to drag across the floor as she made the return trip. At last, she planted her titanic ass onto her demolished bed/chair and unwrapped a celebratory breakfast sandwich. After quickly snarfing it down, she logged back on to Discord.

“Hey!” she typed in Mervyn’s DM’s. “I’m back!”

An invitation to a voice call was sent back to her in reply.

“Hello!” Mervyn said. “Welcome back! Hope you enjoyed your meal.”

“Oh I just barely started. I haven’t really eaten any yet. I just went to pick it up.”

“Pick it up?” Mervyn said, confused. “I thought you said you got it delivered.”

“Yeah,” Clara said obliviously. “I had to go over to the door and bring it in.”

“But you were gone for like 45 minutes...well nevermind. Are you ready to hop back in-game?”

“You know it!” Clara said enthusiastically between bites of breakfast sandwich.

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The pair once again had a very successful session of victories, only losing twice out of 15 games. They were climbing the ranks quickly together. Clara of course was having an absolute blast. She had learned a lot from Mervyn and her new skills were really starting to show.

“Hey Clara,” Mervyn asked after they finished their last game.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Clara answered.

“So...since we’re in the same town and all...I wanted to ask you if maybe you’d be interested in going out sometime...with me?”

Clara was shocked. Just when she was starting to convince herself that he wasn’t into her, he drops this. Maybe there was hope after all! Clara thought about what they’d do on a date. She hadn’t left her house in years. Things like picnics, movie theaters, parks and other “date places” just didn’t interest her anymore. Nothing really held her interest these days outside of gaming.

She remained silent, lost in concentration of what she’d want to do. Mervyn, thinking he had been rejected, started to stammer.

“Well, uh… you don’t have-”

“LAN PARTY!” Clara shouted as she was suddenly struck by inspiration. “I’ve never done one before and they look so fun! I’d love a LAN party date!”

“Oh! Well...yeah! That sounds like fun. Let’s do that!” Mervyn agreed, obviously relieved.

“Yay!” Clara exclaimed. “How does 6pm sound? I’ll send you my address.”

“Sounds like a date,” Mervyn replied smuggly. “I’ll get ready and head over. See you in a bit.”

“See you soon!” Clara said, and then hung up.

After a moment or two, the reality of what just happened sunk in. A cute guy would be coming over in a few hours and she had to get ready. A huge wave of nervousness enveloped her. It had been years since she had been on a date. What if he didn’t like her in person? What if he didn’t like how she looked? Suddenly, she paused, her eyes widened. She slowly looked down at her nearly 1 ton naked obese body.

“This is gonna be a HUGE problem…

“I have nothing cute to wear!”

She facepalmed and slowly pulled her hand down over her chubby face.

“Ugh, all my clothes have been shrinking in the wash. I’ve got nothing to wear and I’m completely naked!”

It had been years since Clara had done any form of laundry; she was so lazy. Heck, it had been years since she had even worn clothes.

Panicking, Clara looked around the living room of her apartment towards the back hallway. She knew she had clothes in her bedroom, but it had been a very long time since she had even been in there and that’s where all of her shrunken clothes were. Not to mention it was so far away! Was it worth it? Nah.

“Hmmm, so much for Plan A. What’s Plan B?” she said to herself as she scanned the living room, craning her fat neck so she could see behind her and over her fat ass. There was nothing of use, just her destroyed couch, a coffee table, and scraps of wood her hips and ass had ripped from the walls and doorframes.

She buried her face in her pudgy hands. Then suddenly, she shot up.

“I’ve been sitting on Plan B this whole time!” she shouted, looking down. She couldn’t see it past her huge boobs, belly apron, and tree-trunk thighs, but the flattened bed she was sitting on did have a blanket on it!

Annoyed that she had to stand up yet again today, she swung her arms forward and grabbed hold of her desk and began to try and pull herself up. “Rush B, Rush B!” Now full of food, of large belly gurgled as she strained.

*PBBBTTTTTTTTTTT*

A short burst of gas exploded out of her ass cheeks and rippled as they clapped together. Once on her feet, she waddled around and picked up the blanket, crumpling it up into a ball and then quickly scanned the room for anything else that could enhance her appearance. Behind her on the coffee table, was a black scrunchie. She ran a hand through her red hair, it was matted down and stuck to her head with sweat.

“That’ll give me a +1 to charisma with my hair pulled back!” she said to herself. She “quickly” began waddle-shuffling towards the table, her feet and leg fat continuing to snap and bend various pieces of metal strutting underneath her collapsed bed as she walked. After a few minutes, the scrunchie was in reach. She tucked the blanket under one of her flabby arms and picked the scrunchie up with the other hand. Exhausted, she turned around and began to plant her 7 foot-wide ass on the coffee table. The table put in such little effort, it might as well not have even existed. Its legs quickly buckled underneath Clara’s weight and she sent the entire thing crashing to the ground. Clara landed HARD, causing yet another earthquake for the other residents of this building.

“WTF, I just no-cliped through my table. That was so weird,” Clara said, puzzled. Relieved that she still got a break from standing, she quickly pulled her hair back and put on the scrunchie. Then braced herself as she had to stand up for a 3rd time today. Finally, she made it back to her bed.

Sitting back down, not wanting to stand for a millisecond longer than she had too. There was another groan and snap of metal as her ass delivered yet another powerful blow into the destroyed bed, embedding it further into the ground. Out for breath from having to stand so much, Clara took a moment to think.

“Hmm, now how do I craft some clothing out of this?” she thought to herself between labored breaths, looking at the bundled-up blanket in her arms.

“I’ve got it!” she exclaimed. “Clara used ‘BITE’!”

She bit the center of the blanket and started to pull down with her arms. A small tare started to appear. Exhausted from all this physical labor, she took a moment to relax her arms. Luckily, the weight of her extremely fat biceps was enough to continue ripping a hole in the blanket.

“Ha! My strength must be returning! I barely had to put any effort into that. Good thing I still have these guns,” she said, giving a kiss to each “gun”. They were more like massive anti-aircraft turrets.

She looked at the now head-sized hole she had made and put her own head through it. She now had a makeshift poncho draped over her body.

“It’s perfect!” she said, delighted. As far as she could tell, her entire body was covered, but unbenounced to her, it just barely covered her boobs. Her big belly apron and of course her colossal dumptruck ass were still prominently on display.

The nervousness continued to build and she found herself stuffing her face with more burgers to help calm herself down. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Oh my god, he’s here.” Clara said to herself. Her heart started to pound in her chest. She couldn’t remember being this nervous in her entire life.

“C-come in!” she shouted.

Slowly the door opened and a tall, good-looking man walked in. He looked only a year or two older than Clara. His face and haircut matched his Discord profile picture exactly. He was wearing a plaid button-up flannel that was neatly tucked into a pair of jeans. He looked fresh and well cleaned up. He also carried a grocery bag in one hand and had a backpack on his back. Clara smiled and waved an incredibly fat arm at him, bingo wing flapping and clapping as she did so.

Mervyn’s jaw dropped as he took in the sight in front of him, but quickly put it back up in an attempt to remain polite. He had noticed the cracked doorframe from the outside, but had no idea how much worse it was on the inside. As he stepped in, he placed a foot on what appeared to be an engraved trail in the floor that was an inch or two deep, but wider than he was tall. Broken pieces of wood and drywall lay all around the entryway he was standing in. He slowly took a few steps further in. There was a couch, but it was nearly entirely destroyed. All four legs had been crushed and the entire back of the couch was broken backwards. The arm rests of the couch had also been separated from the rest of it and lay splintered on the ground beside it. Next to the couch ruins was a wooden end table that had been knocked over with a broken leg and a coffee table that was also totally flattened. Every doorway appeared to have been forcefully enlarged as if a small car had tried to drive through it. More pieces of drywall and wood lay on the ground around each one.

The only surviving piece of furniture seemed to be the gaming desk against the wall, though it was hard to tell underneath all the piles of fast-food wrappers and garbage that buried it. But he couldn’t deny the “elephant in the room.” At the center of where all these “meteor trails” in the floor converged was the fattest woman Mervyn had ever seen. She was entirely naked except for what appeared to be a blanket draped over her obese body that barly covered her chest. As she lifted one of her doughy arms to wave at him, her right nipple was fully exposed.

“MervTheMarvelous!” the voice shouted. “It’s so great to finally meet you!”

Mervyn forced a smile and waved back. Doing his best not to stare at the incredibly large woman’s nearly naked body.

“Hello, um… you must be Clara?” he said, slowly.

“That’s me!” she said, smiling. Welcome in, you look so cute!”

“Ha, thank you,” Merv said nervously, “You look...cute too.”

After the initial shock of her size had started to fade, Mervyn couldn’t deny that she did actually look very cute. In fact, she was quite pretty.

He looked down at the bag in his hand. “Oh, I uh, thought I’d pick up some dinner for us.” he said hesitantly. “It’s nothing fancy, just some burgers and fries.”

Clara’s eyes lit up. “Aweeeee! That’s so sweet of you!” she exclaimed.

Mervyn walked up to the mountain of a woman and held out the open bag.

“Take any one you want,” he said.

“Oh, I love Legend of Zelda!” Clara said giddily.

“W-what?” Mervyn asked, confused.

Clara ignored his question and rummaged through the bag taking 3 burgers and all of the fries for herself, leaving just a single burger for Mervyn.

“Thank you so much! You’re the sweetest” she said as she eagerly began unwrapping her first burger.

“Uh, no problem,” he said, looking at the single burger left for himself. “So uh, where should I set up my gear?” he said, pointing a thumb to his backpack.

Oh there’s a couch and a coffee table behind me you can bring over here. Mervyn looked over the mangled couch and flattened table she was referring to.

“Um...ok,” he said, doubtfully.

While Clara pigged out on the meal he had brought, Mervyn inspected the couch and table. The wooden frame to the couch was beyond use, totally flattened, and just a pile of wood chips. The top of the table was at least still in one piece, though all the legs had been shattered. Improvising, he took one of the couch cushions and moved it next to Clara and her desk, then he took the top of the coffee table along with some remains of the couch and created a makeshift desk that was about a foot off the ground. It wasn’t much, but if he sat on the couch cushion with his legs crossed, it would do.

Clara took a break from stuffing herself to observe Mervyn’s construction project.

“Wow, look at you! You must play a lot of Fortnite!”

Mervyn smiled, finally getting one of her gaming references. “Thank you!”

Then he unzipped his backpack and pulled out his gaming laptop, a headset, and a mouse.

“Wow, nice battlestation too, MervTheMarvelous!”, Clara exclaimed through a mouthful of french fries.

“Again, you can call me Mervyn or even Merv,” Mervyn said, laughing. “But thanks!”

Clara may not have exactly been the same girl he was picturing physically during their gaming sessions together, but she was definitely still the same quirky, fun girl in person.

By the time they actually started to play, Clara had finished off all the burgers and fries Mervyn had brought over and started to take on the rest of the food she had ordered earlier that morning. They gamed for hours and hours, laughing, talking, and most of all, just enjoying each other’s company. They played a ton of different games from MOBA’s and FPS’s, to RPG’s and fighters. They won some, they lost some, but in the end all that mattered was that they were playing together, and that made it fun regardless.

It was a Thursday night, so unfortunately Mervyn had to once again end things earlier than Clara would have liked. Mervyn stretched and yawned.

“Welp, I think it’s about that time, I’ve got work again in the morning. I’m gonna have to get going.”

“Awwwe,” Clara said in a dramatic tone. “Can’t you stay for just ONE more game of Super Smash Bros?” she continued, giving her best puppy-dog pout.

Mervyn turned from the Switch hooked up to one of Clara’s monitors, looked at her, and took in her cute pudgy face and adorable eyes. How could he say no?

“Fine,” Mervyn said with a smile of his own. “But just one, then I have to go for sure.”

“Yayyy!” Clara said, delighted. Suddenly her expression changed to one of smug excitement.

“But what do you say we raise the steaks a little”?

“Oh? I didn’t take you for a gambling girl.” Mervyn said. “What did you have in mind?”

“How about...if I win, you have to play again and can’t go.” she explained.

“Hmm, ok, but what happens if I win?” Merv asked.

“You get to go home!” Clara said.

“Well that’s no fun. It’s not like I WANT to leave. I just HAVE to. I’d stay all night playing with you if I could.” he explained.

Clara smiled. This made her very happy. She could feel the color rushing to her cheeks again.

“How about...if I win...I get a kiss?” Mervyn said, trying not to sound too nervous.

Clara's smile broadened. “You’re on!”

They started up another game and went with their best characters. Clara chose Lucina and Mervyn went with Ness. It had been a fairly even contest the last few games, they both proved to be around the same skill level. This round was no different. After a few minutes it was down to just 1 Stock each and both of them were at kill percent. Mervyn went in for the final blow with an over-charged baseball bat. Clara bit her lip, he had made a mistake. All she had to do was spot-dodge and then punish his overextension. She hesitated for just a moment, and thought to herself. She was shocked to discover that she actually wanted something more than winning in a video game.

With this new revelation in mind. She held down the trigger and slapped the joystick to the left. This caused her to still dodge the attack, but instead of spot-dodging her character rolled right in-front of him with several frames of ending lag.

Mervyn seized this opportunity and snatched her up in a grapple. Then with 1 backthrow, Clara was launched off the stage.

“GAME!” appeared on the screen. It was over.

Clara smiled to herself. “Aww! You got me! GG” and put on her best sad face.

Mervyn pumped the air with his fist. “Yes! That was super close. Good game!”

Clara bit her lip and smiled smugly at him. “Now come collect your prize,” she said, commanding him towards her with a single pudgy finger.

Mervyn’s smile faltered, it’s not that he didn’t find Clara attractive, it was more that he was always so awkward around girls. He got up slowly and walked over to his room-filling date. He had never been with a girl this size before and wasn’t sure how to best approach her. All he knew was that he really did like her, and the fact that she was so big wasn’t so much of a factor as it was when he first walked in.

Mervyn carefully stepped over one of Clara’s enormous, doughy legs and attempted to achieve eye-level. Though this proved a bit tricky because she was still sitting. Clara reached out a hand and grabbed his with it, then pulled him towards her. This caused him to lay on top of her obese body. His arms spread around her as much as they could, but his hands came nowhere near reaching each other. Instead they found purchase in her pillowy back fat. She felt so incredibly soft to his touch. In fact, it felt like his entire body was laying on a big, squishy pillow. Mervyn looked up, his face now level with hers. They locked eyes and both smiled as they pressed their lips into each other’s. They kissed passionately and delicately for a few moments, then paused and enjoyed the silence as they held each other for another moment longer.

Then, Mervyn attempted to get back on his feet.

“Thank you for having me over. I had such a great time!” he said with a genuine smile.

“Thank you for visiting!” Clara replied. “Will I get to see you again soon, Merv?”

“You can count on it!” Mervyn said, turning to gather his things.

“Hey...you actually called me Merv!” he said, smiling.

Clara simply smiled back and laughed.

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1 month later:

Ever since their first date the couple had been messaging each other almost non-stop and playing online together whenever they could. They had hung out at Clara’s apartment 3 more times since then. Mervyn had learned that if he wanted to actually have a full meal at her place, then he had to bring way more than 4 burgers for them to share. Clara felt like the luckiest girl in the world and really started to care for him. It was the first time she had cared for someone so deeply in a long time. She had almost forgotten what it felt like and didn’t want to lose that feeling. She cared so much that she even started to improve bits of her lifestyle for him. She started brushing her hair again, putting on deodorant, and throwing away her trash into a proper bin.

She began to think about him all the time, but every time she thought about him, it made her nervous, and every time she got nervous, she needed a burger or a burrito to help calm her down. Clara’s daily food orders started to get larger and larger in order to compensate for this and as a result, her weight gain was accelerating at an all time high. Mervyn could have sworn she gained at least 100 pounds each time he saw her. It also didn’t help that her vibrator had been destroyed and she had been too lazy to get a new one. She had urges that needed to be solved, or distracted from, in other ways. As a result, Clara had gained almost 500 pounds in just a single month.

Mervyn walked in the front door, a vase of flowers in one hand and some folded boxes in the other.

“Oh my god! Are those for me! You’re the absolute sweetest!” a now even larger Clara cried out though a mouthful of cheeseburger. Mervyn noticed the large crater in the floorboards had expanded by at least another foot in circumference where Clara’s growing body had slowly been devouring it. It was a good thing she lived on the bottom floor.

“They are!” he said, smiling, happy to see she liked them, though he wasn’t sure how long they’d last knowing how lazy she was. But, it was the thought that counted. He placed the vase on an empty spot on her desk. Mervyn had taken up helping Clara clean her place up a little. He was no miracle worker, but he did what he could. He swept pieces of debris and dust from the walls and doorframes, he tackled the giant piles of trash around her house, and even suggested he help her organize her closet today.

Mervyn walked over to her bedroom, being mindful of the large chunks of exposed wood that were still attached to the wall. He gathered all of her old clothes into boxes and brought them out for her to try. To everyone’s surprise, nothing at all still fit, but this was expected. She had to weigh at least 2500 pounds at this point. It was no wonder nothing could fit her. But of course to Clara, they had only “shrank in the wash.” Eventually, Mervyn gave up and figured all of her old high school clothes were probably too small.

Mervyn was taking another box of ill-fitting clothes over to the front door to be added to the growing pile he was organizing to donate, when Clara glanced over and noticed a familiar piece of clothing.

“Stop! You’ve violated the law!” Clara shouted, pointing at the box Mervyn was holding.

Mervyn had learned to just accept that anytime Clara shouted some unusual line that didn’t make sense to him, it was probably from a video game.

“Why, what’s wrong?” Mervyn asked.

“Your stolen goods are now forfeit!” she continued. “You can’t donate my high school handball uniform!”

Mervyn pulled out the item she was referring to. It was a dark blue Jersey that read “Bulldogs” on the front and the number “08” on the back.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Mervyn said. “I’ll go put it back in your bedroom.” he continued as he turned towards the hallway with it.

“No no,” Clara interjected. “Bring it here! I want to model it for you!”

Mervyn paused and looked at the jersey in his hand. He held it up to his own body. It would have been too tiny even for him, let alone this mountain of a woman.

“Umm, don’t you think it’ll be too...small?” he asked.

“No way!” she said. “Sport jerseys are made of polyester so they can’t shrink in the wash like all my other clothes did!”

Mervyn smiled and walked over to her, handing her the tiny top.

“Ok,” Mervyn said, doing his best to hide his inner laughter.

“Turn away while I change,” Clara asked, completely oblivious to the fact that she had been practically naked the day they met and every moment they had spent together since then, but Mervyn did as he was requested and turned around.

Clara slipped off the blanket she was using as a poor attempt at clothing and placed it on the ground beside one of her gargantuan hips. She held the jersey out in-front of her and smiled. Then she placed it over her head, which slid in perfectly with no problem. Then came the task of pulling it over her much wider shoulders. She grunted as she tugged on the material attempting to get one of her arms into it.

*POP* *POP* *SNAP* *RIP*

A few seams around the collar started to pop, but she had successfully gotten one hand into the sleeve. Next, she attempted to shove the rest of her arm through. Her wrist and forearm made it most of the way, but her flabby biceps were just too huge to fit. She shoved harder and harder until finally…

*RIPPPPPPPPPP*

The entire sleeve ripped along the bottom seam, letting her arm fat dangle out of it freely.

“Uh, what was that?” Mervyn asked with a worried tone.

“Oh nothing,” Clara answered. “Just breaking in some of the stitches. It’s been awhile since I’ve worn this.

Mervyn wasn’t sure jerseys needed to be “broken in”, but continued waiting patiently.

Clara repeated the process with her other arm.

*RIIPPPPPPPPPP*

Clara pulled her arms back down to spread the shirt over her shoulders, more rips and popped seams were heard until she finally had it in position. Next, she attempted to pull the top down over her gigantic boobs. She had never been a very busty girl growing up, and most of her weight gain had gone straight to her ass and hips. However, with the amount of calories she had been taking in, it was no surprise that her girls had grown substantially as well.

She took a handful of boob with one hand and attempted to cram it into the straining jersey.

“Damn, when did my twins get so big?” she asked herself.

“What was that?” Mervyn asked, trying not to get aroused.

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it, hehe.”

After a few more popped seams, Clara managed to get 1 boob “in” the jersey, though most of it still overflowed out from underneath it. Exhausted, she took in a deep breath.

*RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

Just one of her titanic tits had torn the entire jersey wide open.

“Ah that’s better,” she said, pulling down the jersey over herself as far as it would go.

“Ok, you can look now, babe!”

Mervyn turned around and his jaw dropped. The jersey was completely split down the front, making it appear more like an unbuttoned vest instead of a sports jersey. It covered nothing except for the pieces of her shoulders that weren’t visible through all the rips and tears. Her bare breasts rested against her massive belly, fully exposed once more.

Mervyn smiled, knowing that what he was about to say wasn’t a lie in the slightest.

“It looks great on you!” he exclaimed.

“Thank you, Mervy!” she said, delighted. “I told you it would still fit! Don’t I look hot, or what?”, she continued with a playful wink.

Mervyn walked over to her, caressing the exposed flesh of her ass in agreement as he did so, then leaned down to kiss her. Clara smiled and pulled him down onto her again.

They made out for a few more minutes while Mervyn explored the softness and curvature of her body. Mervyn placed a hand on one of her soft, obese hips and squeezed. It felt like raw cookie dough between his fingers. He took both of his hands and tried to wrap them around her ass as far as they would go. It was a hopeless attempt, but he seized the opportunity to grope and squeeze as much of her ass fat as possible. Clara moaned and bit her lip.

“Mmmmm. I love it when you do that,” she whispered.

“I love it when I do that too,” he replied, grinning and he continued groping at her ass fat. Then he pulled back one of his hands and spanked her. The impact sent a tidal wave of jiggling across her entire lower half, her fat rippling and bouncing for several seconds after.

“OOOH,” Clara chirped as she shuddered in delight. Mervyn worked his way down her face, kissing her cheeks and chin until finally delivering a series of powerful kisses to her neck. Clara continued to moan as goosebumps appeared on the back of her neck.

Mervyn lifted his hands up and grabbed a handful of her hanging boobs with each hand and squeezed. Clara licked her lips and let out another moan of pleasure. He pulled her nipples up to his face and licked around her areola. Clara couldn’t remember the last time she was handled like this. Hell, it had been months since she had a functioning vibrator.

Mervyn sucked on one of her nipples while groping at the other one. It was getting to be too much. Clara felt like she was going to explode into ecstasy just from simple foreplay. When Mervyn bit down gently on one of nipples, giving them a soft love-bite and grabbed another thick handful of her ass fat, it was too much.

“OOOOOOOOHH,” Clara screamed as she came. Her body felt tingly all over, as her muscles first tightened and then relaxed. She leaned back, breathing heavily in his arms.

“I want you, she muttered. I want you so fucking bad, Mervy.” she continued as she groped around his jeans. As her hands felt the bulge in his pants, she smiled and undid his belt. Shortly after, his jeans were off and his penis was fighting to burst out of his boxers. Clara licked her lips as she pulled his boxers down, letting his cock wave erect in her face. She shoved it into her mouth greedily. Mervyn moaned himself as he felt her lips and tongue around his dick. It was incredible, this girl knew how to use her mouth, no one could deny that!

He placed a hand on the back of her head helping her move the chubby face back and forth along his penis. After a few moments, Clara pulled it out and looked up in Mervyn’s eyes.

“Fuck me!” she whispered. “Give it to me!”

Mervyn hesitated. Was that even possible? How was he supposed to maneuver a woman this gigantic? A woman weighing close to 2500 pounds now or maybe even more?

Mervyn reached out his hands and took hers in them. With a considerable amount of teamwork, they were able to pull Clara forward and onto her belly. Clara’s eyes widened as she lost the ability to breathe. She tried to say something, but only soft grunting noises came from her quivering lips. Despite them overflowing past her body and onto the floor, the weight of her colossal ass cheeks proved to be too much for her lungs and they were unable to expand.

Mervyn quickly sprung into action and helped her place her hands on the ground next to her in a pushup position, though her body was about 2400 pounds away from even attempting to do a pushup, with both of them working together, they slowly got her on up all four’s. The fact that her ass was partially supported on the ground was the only reason this was even possible. Clara took in a deep breath and started panting.

“What *HUFF* the fuck *HUFF* was that?” she said between struggling breaths. “I couldn’t *HUFF* breathe!”

She bit her lip as she continued to catch her breath. “That was fucking *HUFF* hot. Even hotter than being *HUFF* choked!”

Mervyn, still fully erect, got up and behind her. He took in the amazing sight of the 2500 pound woman bent over before him. Huge globs of ass fat were folded over into several layers like two massive piles of flour bags. Nothing but fat, folds, and cellulite dominated his vision.

“Come and get it, big boy” Clara said as she started to shake her megaton ass. Mervyn’s heart skipped a beat as he watched all of that jiggling and sloshing in front of him. Her ass was already clapping everytime she moved slightly, but now it was like a raging thunderstorm of booty fat that threatened to devour him.

Mervyn put a hand on each of her cheeks to spread them open, only to find more ass. He reached further and further, moving handful after handful, and eventually arm load after arm load of ass fat until he was standing fully engulfed in her ass. Finally, he found her dripping vagina and shoved his throbbing cock into her.

Clara let out a shriek of pleasure and arched her back the best she could. Mervyn began thrusting into her, his entire body surrounded by an earthquake of sloshing ass fat as he did so. Her ass clapped in front of him, behind him, to the sides of him. His entire world for the next few moments was just her couch-crushing, doorway-filling, floor-smashing, body-engulfing ass cheeks.

Clara moaned harder and harder, her fingers clawing at the ground next to her. She planted her face on the ground and screamed into the floorboards. Merv grabbed thick handfuls of ass fat as he tried to leavarge himself to continue fucking her. Every time he groped her, everytime he slapped her ass, and every time he thrust into her, it sent more pangs of pure pleasure straight into Clara. After a few more minutes, it became too much for both of them and they both orgasamed together.

Mervyn pulled out of her and took a few steps back, his path now lubricated by a thin layer of sweat as he made his way out of her enormous ass. Clara was exhausted and collapsed onto her bed, landing heavily onto her side with a loud meaty *THWUMP*. She rolled over onto her back and layed their panting.

“I’m gonna go back *HUFF* to calling you *HUFF* Merv *HUFF* The Marvelous after *HUFF* that performance.” she managed to whisper out.

Mervyn simply smiled, crawled over to where she lay, and then the couple held each other for the rest of the night.