Betty the Bed <3

So I played a game called "Date Everything" and was shocked how little art there ways of these characters. So I decided to change that. Here is one of my favs, and a little story to go with it. I kept the story pretty tame, but let me know if you like this kind of thing!

:)

Betty the Bed

Tonight was a special night for you. Betty asked you to meet her in your room after such a long time separated. It was such a peculiar situation, not being able to step into your room for a full week, but it isnt the craziest thing to happen to you recently. In fact its that very situation you found yourself in that was special to your home alone. Every item in your house had something to say. Quite literally….

After being fired from your office job, you found yourself stuck at home, and with nothing to do. At the behest of a random message online, you became the sole owner of a pair of incredible glasses. The glasses, dubbed the “Dateviators” were special indeed. They allowed you to see and interact with the literal appliances of your home. These objects were known as “Dateables,” and every last one of them had some sort of interest in you.

While it was wild to have over 100 new house mates, and a new sensation feeling so… desired, eventually you grew to love your bustling home and all the connections you began to make. Abel the Table gave you sound life advice, Dorian the Door gave you protection and safety in these turbulent times, Kopi the Coffee Maker gave you a pep in your step that you desperately needed, and Gaia the Globe regaled you with stories that passed the time effortlessly. But in all your new friends, one always stood out to you. One that drew you in every day, whether you tried to resist it or not…

Betty, your wonderfully soft and beautifully upholstered bed, had her attention on you from day one. Being the single most important piece of furniture in your home, you were far too familiar with your bed already. You were practically married to it during quarantine, and had spent so many days curled up in watching your shows, or relaxing to a nice book. So for “it” to be a “her” and her to be so attached to you the second you were able to talk with her felt… odd to say the least. She was a total stranger, and yet felt more familiar than any person you've ever known. She knew about you intimately, yet you had no idea how to feel about your “relationship” with her. She encouraged you to relax, not to fret so much. Nothing had to change between you two, you could still just sleep in your bed all the same. But she also said you can change your view of the relationship if you felt like you wanted to take that step. 

Betty was no stranger to friends, and definitely no stranger to romantic partners. When showing herself as a person, she was a beautiful, pink haired, plus sized goddess. Her clothes were soft and relaxed, much like her. She endowed an energy and vibe that made you melt into her arms as she talked, and she was more than willing to hold you. Betty loved all forms of relationships; she loved connections, and the comforts of sharing any form of intimacy. She however had a particular interest in you, and did not hide it. She would tease, play, and flirt with you, knowing how much you craved that attention, but at the end of the day, she wanted you to define your relationship together. 

It was such a bizarre circumstance to be in. And you didn't know how to approach talking to her about this. What if it went poorly, and it was awkward? It's not like you could just choose to NOT sleep. What if you weren’t right together? Betty was so beautiful and sweet and fun, you weren’t sure if you could keep up with such a charismatic charmer like her. But most of all, you had your reasons for not talking about this yet. Your “preference” in your partners felt almost predetermined, and you weren't sure if Betty fell into the category, as much as you liked her and would LOVE for you two to work. But you had to tell her something… You could be called many things, but you didn’t want to be called a flake. So you mustered up the courage to talk…

“Whats up hun? You’ve been so distant lately,” Betty cooed, with that sultry voice she had that echoed through your ears. 

“Well.. I wanted to get back to you… a-about what we talked about last.” You said as your voice trembled, you were nervous and couldn't help but have it show.

“Hmhm, no need to be so scared, hun. I told you. I’m fine with however you want our relationship to go. I enjoy being with you, I won't be upset, love,” Betty reassured me. She talked with such an inflection that comforted you in every manner. Her endearments were so cute. 

“Y-yeah. Well… It’s just… I want us to work. I actually really like you. And I can’t stop thinking about you. You are just… so wonderfully warm, and comforting, and make my day so much better…

“Then, it sounds like you have your answer, yeah? I don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t be together~,” Betty leaned in, coming closer to your ear, “And we can consummate this new relationship right now, if you are so inclin-”

“Thats just it. There is a reason, w-why its so hard that is. I need to confess something to you Betty… So please hear me out…”

. . . . . .

“Wow, so fat women are your thing, huh?” Betty said, not all too surprised by the news, but more curious with what this news could imply.

“Yeah, and not just fat… like huge! I love big women. And everything that comes with that territory.” 

“Well, I would say I’m pretty big, I have alot of curves~, I still don’t feel like that’s a deal breaker, if i’m honest.” She placed her hand on my leg, and gave me a gentle look.

“I mean, y-you are.. Big. But I like BIG women. I want someone who has a belly stick out past their breasts, a waist that gets wider by the day, a butt that can get stuck in doorframes.I want her to have her waistband tested every meal, I want her huffing and puffing from just having lunch, I want her face body to have more rolls than a bakery. I don’t just want a big girl, I want a MASSIVE girl.” As you talked you got more passionate. Like the floodgates had finally been open, after so long.

“A-and not just massive, but who LOVES the softness. And who loves getting BIGGER. Not just a big girl, but a GROWING girl. I-I mean, I don’t have a specific size or goal or anything that I want from them, but I just love the kinkiness of it all. The desire to grow, the love of the softness, the encouragement and engagement in all the glutinous activities, it just feels so… strong inside me. I love everything that comes with a fat girl, and I want to enjoy all parts of that.” 

As you slow down, you notice you haven’t looked at Betty in a moment. You turn to see her still looking intently at you, but eyes widened and a slight shift in her demeanor. 

“That is, to say… I.. LIKE you Betty, and I like everything about you… But I also think about how much I would want to… feed you… a-and love your curves. And love as you grow more curves. And I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do… So… thats why I have been nervous… I didn’t want to mess this up. But I needed to tell you the truth.”

After a pause, when it was clear you had said what you needed to say, Betty did what she did best, and gave you a gentle, inviting gaze.

“I have to say, I was not expecting this to be the conversation we had today… But all the same, thank you for telling me, sugar. I know that wasn’t easy to share.” Betty placed her hand on top of yours, and grasped it softly. “I can’t say I know what to say about all this right now. I’m sorry I was so definitive about my answer before, I don’t want to have you wait on me to decide now… But,” a pause, her gaze shifts, “I think I need some time to process this. And make sure I know how to give you the right answer too… Can you possibly give me some time to think this through too?”

“Of course! You did the same for me. I appreciate you listening to me, Betty.” You both embrace for a moment, and then you leave the room. 

You take the Dateviators off, and the house becomes still. You decide to relinquish yourself in the living room for the night. It seems that tonight is a night of open thoughts and empty beds…

. . . . . .

“I don’t know, Koa. Its been so long… I think I messed things up.” You said, sitting up front on the couch. Koa was your couch in your living room. He was kind enough to let you stay… well on him, while the situation with Betty relaxed itself. It had been about 7 days since you talked with Betty. Since that time, Betty had asked if it was possible for you to stay out of the room for the time being, as she had some things she needed to take care of. As 1 day turned into 2, and then 3, and then 4, before you knew it you felt you ruined things in your comfortable home you once felt so tall in… Florence, your house’s secretary, and well, floor, was relaying info to you as Betty stayed separate. Florence seemed extra winded as of late, and tons of noises from your room could be heard. Sounds of creaking boards and groaning wood. Maybe she was moving her bed out of the bedroom? Or bringing a different bed altogether? Had you messed up that badly? (Wait, how can furniture move itself? Ugh this is all too confusing.) The time in between your talk with Betty grew more and more strenuous. 

If it wasn’t for Koa, and his laid back demeanor, you might have blown a gasket by now with worry. “Relax, my friend.” Koa placed a big, strong hand on your shoulder. “Whatever you two talked about, Betty is taking it seriously. Shes not one to leave someone hanging. Shes a caring soul. When the time comes, she will let you know.” Koa leaned back and closed his eyes.

“Til then, you can rest with me, I have no issue saving a seat for my brother in relaxation.” Koa was a man of few words, but when he spoke, it had a tenderness that gave you some peace of mind. 

Just was you were leaning back to rest yourself, Florence walked down into the living room, and waiting for you to approach her, as to not interrupt your relaxing.

“Um, Betty wanted me to tell you that she wants to meet with you tonight. She’s taken care of, um, all that she needed for you two to talk.” Florence’s eyes had averted your look, like she was scared to look at you. She was flustered, and beet red, which isn’t entirely too rare for Florence, she can get worried and scattered from time to time, but this felt like she was embarrassed. Beyond that she seemed whipped. Like she had just lifted weights all afternoon and was post workout. Maybe Betty had tried to move herself out the room?

“Oh, thank you Florence. I’ll see her tonight then. And, let yourself rest, okay? You seem frazzled.”

“W-huh, oh me?! No, I’m fine! I don’t have anything I need to take a break from, a-and I’m just hot is all, Yup! Just this crazy heat wave! So you have fun tonight with Betty, okaybye!” Florence fled the room, using her tea tray to cover her face and rush out without looking in your eyes any more than necessary. Fun tonight? Maybe things were okay with Betty after all?

. . . . .

Night came, and your nerves were getting to you once again. You finally get to see Betty again and it feels like a build up has been happening that has driven you insane. Your fear of this conversation was all the more escalated by how long its been and how aloof this has all been. Betty was always very upfront and personal, so for her to take a back seat from conversations felt so bizarre. Who couldn't help but worry? It wasn’t like her. Something had to be up for this to go on so long. 

But there was only one way to find out now. You approached your door and knocked…

“Um, Betty? It’s me…”

“Oh, come in hun, I’m all ready!” You heard muffled from behind the door. Its funny, it had been so long since you last heard from Betty that it almost didn’t sound like her. The voice was… heavier. But it shared the same sweet tone you had missed so much. It was time to finally talk face to face again.

As you opened the door, it became crystal clear why Betty had needed so much time away. What sat before you wasn’t a curvy pink haired gal with a confession in her throat. No it was something, more than you could possibly have imagined before the door opened.

What was in front of you was… Betty. But she had a new look. There was no bed for Betty to sit on, Betty sat where the bed once was. And yet, it wasn’t her as a bed, it was Betty, the SIZE of a bed. Before you was a massive, possibly 1 ton woman, laying on the floor with her now massive ass and gargantuan belly spilling all in front of her. What was once a curvy frame of a plus sized model was now a massive mountain of flab and blubber. Where Betty’s once delicate limbs had been before, were now massive jiggly mounds of fat attached to hands, holding her now ever ample frame. 

Her bust had grown so massive, it looked like you could dive in, literally, and get lost. Her belly… wow her belly. It was so large, you could literally lay on it. Rest your whole body on her giant form and sleep the best sleep ever. Her belly button was exposed and looked so deep, you got flustered just thinking how far it went in. And her beautiful face. It was now framed with more fat and extra chins that made her ever present smile even wider and shine brighter. Betty… was fat. She was fatter than fat. She was the fattest person (in any regard) that you had ever laid eyes on. And she was looking at you with… what only could be described as a yearning. 

“Hey there hot stuff, miss me?” Betty spoke, her huskier voice now making sense.

“What-I, Um-How, Huh??” You struggled to find the words.

“Haha, surprising huh? I had a very interesting past few days. I think you can guess where I landed on my decision then.” Betty winked.

She explained to me how her week had gone. After the first night without me sleeping in her bed, she felt how much she missed our connection. And when she thought about it the next day, she felt like she would be more than happy to be “my ssbbw” since she was never scared of her weight or her body as it was now. She wanted to talk to me the very next day, but had a thought. What if the first night back together, we got to live out one of those fantasies I had gushed about so much. So she started a trek. A journey to stuff her belly til her pants would be tight, and her curves would push against her waist band enough that when the day came to meet up again, she could pop right out of them. And we could have the evening to pine  all over each other from how hot we got from the teasing. 

And thats when Betty learned something new about being a  “dateable.” When a dateable wants to change their bodies, they have the power to do so. If they can see the version of themselves they want to become, they can push for it, as long as it feels “true to themselves.” Since Betty wanted to be the biggest version of herself she could be. She grew bigger and bigger every moment, faster than she ever thought possible. What started as a fun roleplay to set the mood for us to start our relationship, became Betty chasing the high that had enticed you to growing beauties so much in the first place.

As Betty ate treat after treat, her body grew faster than she ever imagined. Soon she became addicted to the gain, and all she wanted to do was eat and grow and push herself as far as possible. Before long she was twice her weight when she started. And then she began to fill her own bed with her growing frame. As 1 day turn into 2, and 2 into 3, she sent Florence to start fetching her food, as her fat ass couldn't squeeze through the doorway she was stuck behind. And all that did was entice her to push farther. Florence was beyond overwhelmed by Betty’s growing body and couldn’t keep herself from blushing and staring every trip she made to the room. And by the time Betty felt she had pushed herself as much as she wanted, there was no furniture that could contain the mountain of a woman that was Betty. 

Betty looked at you, eyes fluttering, hand beckoning, and fat smile glistening. Her clothes were so tight they left very little to the imagination, and more softness than your eyes could possibly detect on their own. Just begging to be played with… “Well hun? What do you say? Want to ‘break in this new bed?’ It might moan and wobble, but I think itll get the job done.~” The entendre was not lost on you, and you felt ready to burst the second she called you over.

You made your way to the mass of a goddess in front of you. Her body was softer than you thought possible. Her fat swallowed your hands whole, and her body felt warm to the touch. Every fold your hands meandered over made Betty exhale with bliss. It took all your might to push her blubberous body from one side to the other, to admire every inch of the beautiful woman in front of you. Her ass so so wide, she could shift her weight enough and hit a wall. Her arms were so encased in fat, that as your hands crawled up to reach her soft, plump palms, stretch marks led like a trail to her pudgy fingers. It took genuine effort to make your way to her face, where her lips were begging you to give them the kiss. Once you two embraced, she wrapped her doughy arms around you and didnt let go for the rest of the night.

The more time you spent together, the more fun you two had. Her fat and folds were so inviting, that every inch of it your hands explored, left you wanting more. As you played and engulfed yourself in her body, Betty moaned and huffed in excitement. She truly loved her new body and your desire of her made her desperately want you all the more. As the night went on, you two couldn't hold it in any longer, and used every once of strength you both had to push Betty on her side, so she could be pleasured finally by the one she got so fat for. Betty and you had to put alot of effort in, but you finally made your way to give Betty the best sex of both of your lives. The house must had truly shook with how hard you two went into each other, and seeing the once delicate, playful Betty pushed to gasping, panting, and screaming made that night once you two never forgot.

As you two winded down, and you laid on top of your newly official partner, you lock into Betty’s eyes as she finally cools from all the fun you two had. 

“You know, Betty?”

“Huff, y-yes, sugar? Pant, huff.”

“I always thought my bed should be soft, glad you were able to see that too.”

The both of you giggled as your new lives together had just begun.