Jesse stared at this Matronly, Girly-Girl Lady that was his Aunt Fanny.
Her weight wasn't even like his parents had described to him in their stories. She was Huge! She was only 5 inches taller than you, but she had to be at least 400 pounds! Her belly was perfectly round and had two watermelon-sized breast resting comfortable on top of it. Her are were like bags or pudding and her thighs like tree trunk. Her but stood out behind her and had a tremendous shelf with it. Her face was plumped with dimpled cheeks and a second chin going-on third.
But it was her appearance aside from her weight that really stood out. She wore a tight, yellow housedress with frills on the sleeves that hung over her round body like a paint job, and exposed a large bit of cleavage. She had very feminine jewelry and nails on her fingers and toes. She wore sandal-like heels. Her hair was the most remarkable thing. It was big and curly and strawberry blonde, and styled into a large Bouffant. And even though she was forty, her fat hid her age well and she looked a bit younger than 40 years old.
Overall, this woman looked like a cross between a plus-sized cougar and very large (but slightly more beautiful) Edna Turnbald.
"Aunt Fanny?" Jesse asked, still not sure if this woman was his aunt.
"Yes, sweetie." She said in a very feminine voice. She smiled warmly and showed off large dimples. She pattered towards Jesse and wrapped him an loving embrace.
"It so wonderful to finally meet you dear. You're mother told me so much about you in our conversations on the phone." She looked down sadly at the thought of her sister. "It is a poor shame what happened to her."
"Yeah, it is" Jesse said, sadden too." But then when his aunt saw him sad, she immediately perked up.
"Fiddlesitcks! What am I being a no good, Gloomy Gus for? I should be making you feel welcome." She suddenly dug into her large purse and pulled out a large tubaware of homemade chocolate brownies.
"I bet you're starving from your trip." She said, holding up a brownie to your face. "Here, eat something."
"Oh, no thank you, Aunt Fan-" but Jesse was immediately cut off by her shoving a brownie into his maw. She then cupped his chin and started making chewing motions with his face, prompting Jesse to chew like she wants. The brownie was good even if it was a surprise, so rich, moist and packed with fudge. Jesse swallowed and started to speak to thank her, but instantly another brownie was shoved into his mouth. This Pattern went on for 10 minutes, and Aunt Fanny herself was also eating some brownies, enjoying the fact you were bonding over her baking. By the time the tubaware was empty, you both had chocolate smear on your cheeks.
"Oh, poop-knuckles" She said, suddenly realizing what she had done. "I'm so sorry, Jesse. I should have warned you that I'm a stay-at-home chef, and I love cooking and feeding other people as much as I do for myself." She pulls out a wetnap and begins to wipe both hers and Jesse's face clean.
"Oh, its ok, Aunt Fanny." Jesse said, trying not to make the situation more uncomfortable than it was. "My best friend in college had a Great-Grandmother who was a feeder. Everytime she'd visit, wed be stuffed to the gills with-" THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTHHHHHH
Jesse stood shock at what had just cut him off. It was a loud, think fart. And it came from Aunt Fanny.
"Oh dear. I do apologize, Jesse:, Aunt Fanny said, rubbing the back of her head and looking sheepish. "But I guess now you know why they call me Aunt Fanny".
"Does..." Jesse spoke, trying wrap his head around this. "Does that happen a lot?"
"All the time, I afraid, dearie," She said. "Its a condition I've have since I was a little girl. Its kinda why your mother didn't let me visit her the the rest of you."
"That bad, huh?" Jesse chuckled nervously.
":But don't worry, sugar." She Beamed. "I promise you will get use to it. All of my BFFS and their little girls don't mind. And it actually has helped me a lot with my gentlemen guests" She winked at that last sentence.
"Gentlemen guest?" Jesse question, still not grasping what she meant.
"Yes, I actually have a very active love life when I'm not being the lovely and large woman you see me as. But I'm sure a college graduate yourself knows something about that."
Jesse was a bit taken back by this. As girly and matronly as she is, Jesse thought, she's very open about sex life? I don't know what to make of this.
"Well, come on, sweetie," Aunt Fanny grasped Jesse's hand and began to lead him to her minivan. "Lets go home and start you new life with me. I'll cook you a wonderful first meal to welcome you!"
Upon arriving at Aunt Fanny's two-story homes, Jesse wasn't that surprise to find it was decorated with very girly and feminine colors and decore. Walls were pink, magenta and purple, couches and chairs were decorated with a floral pattern, and their were many nicknacks about the women and girls loves, such as mermaids, unicorns and ponies, and many pictures of cute, baby animals. Most books Jesse found were cook books or romance novels, same went for the shelf of romcoms and classic Cooking Channel DVDS. And it was no surprise that Jesse's room was just as feminine, but Aunt Fanny promised she could help him redecorate if he wanted.
Dinner rolled around, and Aunt Fanny made true of her word. There was all sorts of fattening foods and treats to eat, enough to feed an entire army. They might as well have been, because Fanny was constantly urging Jesse to eat more. He almost went into a coma.
Jesse learned more about his Aunt Fanny in his time there. She was always cooking and eating, trying out new recipes that were as fattening as the last, but they did suppress the smells made by Fanny's gas. She would often invite over her fellow Matronly, girly-girl friends who were just as big as her and have cooking sessions with them. Sometimes that would bring their nieces and daughters too, who took a liking to Jesse. He didn't mind, despite the fact that these girls were slowly on their way to being the size of the older woman. Something was also unique about them, but he couldn't tell what.
When she didn't have friends over, Aunt Fanny was always doing something girly, such as arts and crafts, reading or watching romance novels and sitcoms, she even Fawned over Oprah Winfrey. What little exercise she did was was with her friends, and often it was yoga, step-arobics or pilates. She also loved shopping and going to salons almost every day.
Jesse also learned that his Aunt had different styles of fashion. She had a lot of sundresses and house dresses, but she also had cackies and tops that showed off her round and curvy body that she was proud of. She also had some more "aggressive: wardrobe choices, such as her animal print dresses, unitards/catsuits and leggings.
Overall, Life with Aunt Fanny wasn't too bad, but their were downs for every up.
A week into living with his Aunt, Jesse had learned just how active her love life was. Almost every night, Aunt Fanny had brought some much younger gentleman him for a roll in the hay. She did quite well for herself, Jesse had to admit, but unfortunately he could not drown out the noise she and her lovers would make during sex, much often of which involved Fanny's constant gas.
When she wasn't having sex, Aunt Fanny was constantly trying to get Jesse to partake in her activities, whether it it was watching Oprah or a soap opera, doing polates with her and her friend, or stuffing him to the gills with food. Said she wanted to help him further develop his feminine side.
One day, Aunt Fanny left to met a some girlfriends for a group date with their gentleman callers, and Jesse was all alone. He decided to take some of his Aunt' homemade brownies and masterbate in his room. But on the way to his room, he suddenly saw Aunt Fanny's door open. He had never been in her room before, and curiousity got the better of him.
Her room was more girl than his, and he found that her closet was open and than some clothes were left out in the open. He suddenly got a humorous idea.
He found one of her sundress and heels and quickly put them on, using pillows from her bed to imitate her fattening. He then sat down in front of her vanity and did some makeup until her resembled his Aunt oh so subtly. He then held out a brownie to his reflection and then began talking to it.
"Fiddlesticks, sweetheart" he spoke in a female voice. "You're skin and bones. Eat something so you don't rot away" He then shoved the brownie into his mouth like is Aunt often did. This cycle of imitating his aunt and stuffing himself went on until he finished the platter. Suddenly, he felt a a pressure in his stomach, and leaned forward. He farted loudly, causing the back of the dress to flow with the wind of the fart.
"Oh Poop-knuckles" He snickered. "I guess that's why they call me 'Fanny'" He roared with laughter.
"JESSE!!" he heard a female voice behind him. He turned around and panicked as he saw his Aunt Fanny in the door way. And she looked...
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