Author's note: I set out to create what may or may not be a new form
of weight-gain fiction -- one is which mutual gaining is involved,
between two loving people who do not engage in subterfuge or trickery.
I realize that it may not have the fantasy appeal for those that enjoy
force-feeding or "magic potions", but I hope that I can provide enough
rich description to satisfy both male and female FAs -- are there any
female FAs out there?
Also, I hope to provide this story with significant size-acceptance
issues and show how larger, rounded people can be incredibly sexy in
erotic fiction.
-- Big Chris
"How am I going to gain all that weight in time for the play?"
Steven turned to his wife as he hung up the kitchen phone. Judy held
up a stirring spoon from where she was preparing a cake batter and
laughed a gentle laugh.
"Ah, I'll tell you ... with this magic wand!" She giggled, walked
to his side, and patted his stomach -- still flat from all of his winter
hiking and other outdoor exercise. "By the time the play starts, you'll
be so fat from my wonderful cooking and baking, you won't fit on the
plane!" Judy had confidence in her abilities as a championship baker.
She had won many prizes in bake-offs and other food competitions.
"Well, at least I'll be right for the part." Steven started to
rummage through a nearby desk drawer for a measuring tape. He was going
to measure his waist, but couldn't seem to find the tape. "When I gain,
it all goes to my stomach and nowhere else." He turned back to Judy and
asked, "Why doesn't the director just pad me for the role? I would think
that would be easier to do then have someone eat themselves up to a
60-inch waist in less than a year."
Judy cracked two eggs into the batter, tossed the shells into the
garbage and replied, "Because this is a fairly active role with alot of
stage movement -- padding might shift; and besides, if you are genuinely
fat, you will move in a convincing way ... just like a big person
actually does!" Judy leaned back, and gave a little demonstration of
how he might waddle after the weight gain. Steven ran over, goosed her
bottom, and gave a playful frown.
"Eeek!" Judy jumped, actually a bit turned-on by his sudden
playfulness. Steven put one arm around her waist, held her chin in his
other hand and looked deep into her eyes.
"You know," he said seriously, "I'm a bit worried about how you will
feel about me being so big." Judy blushed, and started to turn away.
"I 've never told you this," Judy said, " but I've fantasized about
you with a great, big belly." Her tone seemed like someone reflecting on
old memories, from a fondly remembered past. "I've always been attracted
to big, substantial men. I never told you, but I think it has to do with
the fact that so many of the men in my family were very fat, as well as
very, very loving and protective. My grandfather, my father, both my
uncles -- they were all wonderful men, with enormous stomachs. She turned
back and looked into Steven's eyes. "Maybe I associate that size with
loving protection, warmth, and a strong, gentle masculinity."
"I can understand that ... but why haven't you told me this before?"
"I, I ..." Judy was temporarily at a loss for words. "I didn't want
to make you think I had to make you fat, so that you would be like them;
and also, I knew how much you enjoy being so active outdoors."
Steve reached into the refrigerator and got a beer, popped the top
and took a swig. "I'm a strong enough guy that I could still do alot of
what I enjoy, if I were as fat as the men in your family. I just always
assumed you wanted me to stay the same, with the 38-inch waist I've had
since college ... except for when I worked at that restaurant." Judy
looked down into the mixing bowl and started to stir. His mention of
maintaining his weight since college burned in her ears.
They had met in college, where they had both been drama students. The
director who now wanted Steven to gain weight for a new play presented
at his dinner theater had known them both at the university. They fell
in love within two weeks of doing a reading together -- they laughed at
so many of the same things, read each others thoughts so frequently.
Their love was most definitely a life-long connection. The fact that
they did not end up making money in their chosen field -- Steve worked
at home as a telecommuting computer consultant, and Judy became a
terrific baker, cook, and caterer -- did not seem to matter as long as
they were together.
Since they met in college, Judy had slowly gained forty pounds. Not
exactly fat, but very well-rounded and somewhat plump. She had always
wondered how Steven really felt about her weight; he seemed to enjoy
grabbing and patting her fleshy curves during their more energetic
love-makings, but she had never heard him verbalize anything about her
bigger size. She had been understanding when he became heavier that
winter ten years before, but he lost his extra weight so quickly the
next spring, it almost seemed like magic.
Judy stirred briskly, still looking down. "Well, I guess I haven't
managed to maintain my figure as well as you have." There was a sudden
hint of sadness in her tone that brought a solemnness into an otherwise
happy morning. Steven looked at Judy as he took another sip and realized
she was suddenly sad.
"Oh, honey ... don't look like that -- I've always been turned-on
by your looks. In fact, I have a confession to make: I've also
fantasized about a fatter you. When I realized you were starting to
put on weight, I thought about how your curves were more voluptuous,
and I've loved feeling a fuller person in my arms. You might not want me
to say this this, but ..." -- Steven got a sudden frog in his throat --
"I wouldn't mind if you gained alot more weight -- I mean, a whole lot
more."
"How much "Eeek!" Judy jumped, actually a bit turned-on by his sudden
playfulness. Steven put one arm around her waist, held her chin in his
other hand and looked deep into her eyes.
"You know," he said seriously, "I'm a bit worried about how you will
feel about me being so big." Judy blushed, and started to turn away.
"I 've never told you thith you: I would love you to be a
big, big woman.
"My dream," he continued, "would be to have you gain with me -- both
of us getting bigger, fatter, softer in each others caresses. We could
cook together and enjoy fattening each other up, and make a really fun
experience out of it all." Steven rubbed her forehead, pushing her
strawberry-blond out of her eyes and back across her head. This loyal
and loving 5-foot 4-inch beauty, with an almost ivory skin was all he
ever wanted out of life -- just to be with a person as kind, funny, and
wonderful as Judy.
Judy looked back into the eyes of this six-foot, dark-haired man
whose life she had chosen to share, and thought of how much she loved
his strong, but gentle warmth; and how he had so many of those wonderful
inner qualities she had respected in the men of her family. "We had
better go to the grocery store," she said, smiling up at her husband.
They had so much fun at the grocery store that afternoon, playfully
selecting the most delicious, fattening foods they could find. They
loaded up on tons of baking supplies, so that Judy could start preparing
the high-calorie desserts that would fatten them both up. When they
left the store, they were laughing. They were stringing along three,
incredibly loaded carts piled high with groceries.
They gently teased each other as they put everything in the car,
patting each other's tummy, thinking about how fat they were going to
get. It was obvious to them both that they were getting very aroused at
just the thought of it all.
The next stop was to the health food store. Judy had heard they had
a weight-gain formula that supplied 4000 calories per prepared drink.
They bought out the store's supply -- the clerk was perplexed, but did
not ask any questions -- and when about half-way home, Judy got an idea.
"Hey, I know what we can do," she said excitedly, "we can mix the
Haagen-Daz ice cream with the weight-gain shakes -- this will supply the
fat that formula needs. And with my cheesecake recipe calling for extra
condensed milk, we can really gain weight in a hurry!"
"Sounds good to me!" Steven replied cheerily. They passed a shopping
center, watching the traffic enter and exit. As they rounded a busy
corner, Steven happened to see a couple leaving a bakery. They were
quite large, with wide, wide hips and prominent bellies. Judy, who was
driving, must have spotted them at just about the same time; she
remarked, "Well, that's us before the year is out."
As she finished her turn, Judy thought about how much she enjoyed
sex with Steven; and, how much she valued the blend of emotional and
physical stimulation in their marriage. But what about becoming fat?
She knew they would enjoy touching each other's softness -- the tactile
aspects of the gaining appealed to them both -- but what about the
practical aspects of sex ... how would they move, how would they fit
together as larger people? The mystery of it both excited her and gave
her some butterflies in her soon-to-be expanded stomach.
Back in their kitchen, they put away groceries and planned. Steven
and Judy agreed that they would start out by focusing on each other's
gaining, one at a time. Judy would fatten up Steven until he had gained
a substantial amount, then Steven would help Judy fatten. Since Judy
had a bit of a head-start, this seemed logical. So Steven would be to
first to get stuffed with massive amounts of goodies, since he needed to
go from a 38-inch waist to 60 inches before the end of the year -- and
here it was, already the middle of February! There was quite a bit to
do -- cooking, planning work projects around the feeding, letting
clothes out, buying new clothes when the weight really started to pile
on -- it seemed like an almost overwhelming task, but the more they
planned, the more excited they felt about their mutual gaining.
Judy worked for hours in the kitchen preparing a huge meal, as well
as an incredible array of extremely high-calorie desserts. Steven offered
to help, but was turned down. "No, no, I don't need help," Judy called
from the kitchen, "you just relax, watch T.V. and prepare to loosen that
belt of yours." When it was all laid out on the dining room table,
Steven laughed.
"Oh, my goodness!" He exclaimed, "How can I eat all of this? This
looks like a Thanksgiving dinner for a family of six!" There was enough
fried chicken for four, an equal amount of lasagna and other pasta
dishes, a huge bowl of mashed potatoes with a gravy dish alongside that
would sink a battleship. Along with candied yams, cookies, cheesecake,
and a huge pitcher of the weight-gain formula, the reality of what lay
ahead dawned on Steven. "Hoo-boy, here I go," he said, as he dove into
all that food with gusto.
Judy ate an unusually large dinner herself, but Steven ate more
that evening than she had ever seen him eat before. Half-way through
the pasta, he leaned back in his chair and groaned. "Oh, Judy ... I'm
so stuffed," he said; and Judy could see his stomach bulging somewhat
under his shirt, his pants starting to ride down under that subtle curve.
"I don't think I can eat any more dinner." She walked over, leaned
down and kissed him sweetly.
"Sure you can," Judy offered, "Just relax, let the last part settle,
and get ready for the last part of dinner, some cheesecake and formula.
Take your time -- you don't have to wolf it down." She patted him on
the shoulder and returned to the kitchen to clean some pans. When she
returned, he had finished his entire huge dinner, and was leaning way
back, chair out from the table, his legs straight out in front. Judy
couldn't believe her eyes -- that usually flat stomach of her
husband's was bulging like he was four and a half months pregnant.
"Honey! You're showing!" she joked, as she saw him struggle to sit
upright, his shirt now very snug-fitting.
"I feel like I'm going to burst," Steven said, and gave a loud
accidental burp, which made his wife laugh. "But I think I can eat
dessert after a bit of a rest." Judy could see that his shirt was
actually strained on the sides, the seams started to stretch because of
his slightly widened girth.
"Come on in and sit on the couch, " she purred, "and I'll make you
feel very, very comfortable." She led him by the hand, through the
hallway, into the den, where he plopped down onto sofa. After he landed
heavily, they both noticed a shirt button had come undone -- but there
was no use trying to button it. "Take your shirt off; you'll feel
better," Judy said, with an unmistakably sexy tone. Steven struggled,
removing his shirt until he was free of all that tight fabric.
"Ah!" he said, stretching out both arms on the top of the couch.
"That's a big improvement." He looked down, noticing how his stomach
had a new rounded appearance, a new bulging look that seemed so strange
to him. "Boy, I look pretty fat already!" he exclaimed, gently patting
his somewhat tendersubstantial amount, then Steven would help Judy fatten. Since Judy
had a bit of a head-start, this seemed logical. So Steven would be to
first to get stuffed with massive amounts of goodies, since he needed to
go from a 38-inch waist to 60 inches before the end of the year -- and
here it was, already the middle of February! There wam, his toes curling slightly.
She smiled at Steven, and he smiled lovingly back.
Without warning, she leaned over and took his penis in her mouth. He
closed his eyes and gasped as she proceeded to slowly suck and stroke,
gently and firmly, back and forth, reaching up with her hands to rub and
caress his firm, newly-plump stomach. She opened and tightened her
mouth in a most provocative way, and used her tongue to put pressure on
the end of his cock. He stiffened quickly like a rod, and started moaning
more loudly. She quickened the pace, then slowed; quickened, then slowed
again, until he was squirming in ecstasy.
He could feel himself getting close to ejaculation, but fought it --
he wanted this to last. His wife sensed this, and slowed down her
movements; but it was starting to feel too good, and he knew his coming
was only seconds away when he raised his voice. "Oh, Oh, Oh ..." -- he
was really squirming now, as Judy sped up the pace, faster, faster,
faster ....
"Oh God!Oh God!" he shouted, clutching the top of the couch, his toes
now curled so tightly as he came into Judy's mouth. She could feel the
powerful pulsing and rhythmic squirts forcing the semen into her mouth,
and she slowly ceased the back-and-forth motion. When Steven was spent,
she gave a final squeeze at the base of his penis and he gave one final
shudder and groaned -- a low, satisfied mumble.
"How ya doin', lover?" Judy looked up, Steven's come glistening on
her lips. He could only answer with another low groan, his head tilted
back, his eyes closed. He hadn't felt this good in a long time.
"Oh my God, I can't believe it," he said, finally able to speak,
"I'm amazed how great this felt. I think everything felt more intense
because of feeling so full, so stuffed, so fattened-up with your
delicious meal." He rubbed his own budding paunch, realizing he was now
able to eat more; and decided to dig into the desserts, as well as
trying out the weight-gain formula, which Judy had mixed with an obscene
amount of the rich ice cream they had purchased.
She was surprised when her husband seemed to tear into the mound of
desserts she had prepared earlier -- he acted as though he hadn't eaten
in days. The two cheesecakes, the tray of brownies, the basket of cookies
and even the rest of the Haagen Daz ice cream rapidly disappeared over
the course of the next hour and a half. For this next burst of eating
energy, Steven put on some elastic waist shorts and a T-shirt -- he
realized his button-front shirts would probably not fit -- and it was
almost 10:00 P.M. when he had finished everything, including the
pitcher of formula. He retired to the sofa again, almost too full to
walk.
"I'm glad you finished all of that formula," Judy said, "because
that stuff will help you maintain the weight you gain during these
mega-stuffing sessions. That way you won't be disappointed by a
temporary gain that doesn't last."
"Yeah, I figured as much ... that's why I drank it all, even though
it was really, really hard to do, after all of your wonderful food." He
looked down and was amazed at how much more rounded his belly appeared.
He looked quite bloated -- his slight pauch at the beginning of the
evening was now getting sizable. He looked in an end-table drawer next
to the sofa and finally found a measuring tape. Standing up, he measured
himself: 40 inches! That wasn't bad for a first pig-out -- one whole
pant-size.
Judy laughed as she saw his profile from her chair. "You look great
from this angle! You've got a bit of an over-hang from where I sit!"
Steven craned to try to view his waist from the side, but couldn't get
the same view without looking in the hall mirror. He walked over and
checked himself out, amazed at the change. His belly, from just under
his pecs to below his belly button, was quite distended and full. He
knew from that moment on that he would be able to gain his weight very,
very quickly; and then, soon, Judy would start fattening up. This was
going to a lot of fun for them both.
"Come on, let's hit the hay," Judy said, rising to move over and hug
Steven, rubbing and patting his swollen tummy. "We've got a very busy
schedule ahead, and we need to get oour rest."
"O.K., my sweet," he cooed, "and by the way -- thanks for your
wonderful treats and all the work you put into tonight .... and the
fabulous B.J., which my toes still haven't uncurled from." They both
laughed, turned, and went into the bedroom. In less than fifteen minutes
they were in bed, almost asleep, lying on their sides, "spooned", with
Judy hugging Steven from behind, her left hand resting on the soft mound
of his budding stomach.
Just before she drifted off, Judy had a fleeting fantasy of her
husband: laying with her, in the not-too-distant future, asleep facing
her, with his enormous, warm belly, full of her delicious cooking,
pressed against her own large, round tummy; and her fattened breasts,
swollen with the same sweet goodies she fattened Steven with, pushed
against and resting on the top of his stomach. They had just had made
love -- they were positively swollen with love -- and she sighed at
the thought of it as sleep came.
--- End of Part One ---
Ending note: Any feed-back would be appreciated -- from male FAs
anticipating Judy's plumpening, or female BBW/ female FAs who have
any thoughts about the relatively unexplored realms of male
feedees/mutual fattening. Please leave your thoughts as messages on
"The Weight Board" .... Thanks!
-- Big Chris
Part 1
by Big Chris