As a fireman in a mid-sized city, I get to travel around and see different
parts of town on a
regular basis. Once every twenty-seven days, I go out to Station Fourteen,
or Fourteen's as
we call it. This station is in an upper class residential area with
several businesses
scattered around just for the sake of convenience. One of these
businesses is a
veterinarian's office, and I drive right by it when I leave in the
morning. I drive by it very
slowly.
by Rebel
It was December the first time I drove by there, and I noticed a woman
wearing medical
scrubs walking a collie out in the front yard. She was a medium sized
white lady, about
five-six and maybe one-fifty or so. She had shoulder length dark reddish
hair that was
pulled back into a loose ponytail. I thought she was pretty, but I was
driving by to fast to be
sure. It was just a casual passing glance.
The next month, I wondered if I would see her again as I left Fourteen's.
If she took the
dogs out for a little potty break at the same time every morning, I
probably would get to see
her again. I did, and this time I did get a little better look at her. I
saw that she had fair skin
and high cheekbones, with delicate yet defined eyebrows. She was about
forty feet away,
same as the first time, but I was paying more attention this time. Now I
was certain that she
was in fact very pretty. I thought that it was just looking closer, and
that was why her
scrubs looked a little tighter that morning as she took a bony old tan dog
out for his morning
business.
Two months later and I wasn't so sure that it was just my powers of
observation that was
making her scrubs look tighter every time I saw her walking the clinic's
dogs. The fifth time
I saw her, I was convinced. She was gaining weight. Those medical scrubs
are designed to
be kind of baggy. That's how they were the first time I saw her, but she
was filling them out
quite a bit better now.
I thought about requesting a transfer to Fourteen's when I realized that
she was steadily
adding pounds. I have had fantasies about women gaining weight since
before puberty, and
her was this anonymous woman living out those fantasies. It was just too
good to be true!
Of course on the other hand, I already had a wonderful girlfriend. Looking
at a pretty
woman is a very different matter than taking steps to meet her. Besides,
this was too good a
situation to mess up. It was like time-lapse photography, I was able to
see how much
weight she had gained every month. So I contented myself with seeing her
once a month or
so.
I worked at Fourteen's twice in May, and so I saw her twice that month.
The first time, it
was raining and I couldn't really see her at all due to her raincoat. But
the second time,
while she walked a Doberman with a cast on his front leg, more than made
up for that. The
turquoise scrubs she wore were pulled tight around her broadening hips.
She was easily up
to one-eighty by now, maybe more.
The heat of June slowed down her eating habits a little bit. She didn't
gain any weight that I
could see, but I don't think she lost any either. In July I missed seeing
her because we were
fighting a grass fire at shift change. In the meantime, I had begun to
think about her more
and more between my visits to Station Fourteen. I took to calling her
Louise, after Louise
Fletcher in that sexy nurse's uniform from "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's
Nest". I
wondered if she had a boyfriend, and then envied this imaginary guy for
getting to feed her.
I wondered if she liked the way her body was growing sexier and larger as
the months
went by. I decided that she did, because I don't like for fat women to
feel unhappy inside
such attractive bodies. I made up fantasies about what she ate, the way
that her clothes
would fit differently, and how heavy she might eventually get. All the
usual things that FAs
dream about, you know.
The last Sunday in August was wonderful. When I saw her this time, she had
traded in her
scrubs for a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt. It may have just been
the change in what
she wore, but suddenly I think that she was close to two hundred pounds. I
decided that
July and August had simply been very good months for her instead. Her
round thighs were
very smooth, with the most delightful little waves when she stepped. She
had two Labrador
puppies out in the yard, and playing with the little furballs gave her
voluptuous body plenty
of opportunities to bounce and jiggle. I had never really noticed just how
large her breasts
were until seeing her in her ratty pink tee shirt, but I'd never fail to
notice them again. There
was no bra to confine her big tits this morning, and watching the way they
swayed beneath
the material was damn near hypnotizing. I know that her boobs were at
least distracting,
because even my truck was watching her. The silly thing ran both tires on
the right side up
onto the curb! There was no damage, but I was embarrassed to see that she
noticed my
accidental detour. The sight of the way that her plump little tummy
rounded out the front of
her shorts when she stood straight made it all worthwhile.
September had her back out in her scrubs, and proved that it wasn't just
the shorts that made
her look fatter. Her scrubs were baggy again, but it was because they were
a larger size. It
was kind of a bummer to miss seeing her plump round ass cheeks stretching
that pale green
material to it's limit. Then again, it was a sign that she didn't plan on
dieting any time soon,
so I decided that it was a good thing. I couldn't complain too much
anyway, her old scrubs
would not have reached around all two hundred and ten pounds of her.
She wasn't out there in October, I don't know why. But she and a huge gray
mutt were out in
the yard in November. I noticed as I drove slowly by that her roomier
scrubs were getting
just a bit tighter, and we hadn't even gotten to the Holiday Feasts yet.
The thing that I
remember most about this time is that it was the first time I had ever
seen her eating. She
had one of those big long fruit-filled things that you get at donut shops,
I can't remember
what you call them. There wasn't anything at all unusual about the way
that she was eating
the pastry, but it struck me as exceptionally sexy at the time. So much of
my fantasy life
with Louise involved her eating that to finally actually see her doing it
was the next best
thing to having her squeeze her awesome breasts together and blow me a
kiss.
I thought about it in December, and realized that I had been watching her
for right at one
year now. Of course, any figures that I have on her are based on wild
guesses, but fantasies
are gullible that way. By my best estimation, my little doggie walker had
gained seventy
pounds during the past year. No one accidentally gains seventy pounds, so
she must have a
feeder at home. Some lucky guy who gets to rub her tired, abused feet.
Gets to cook her
breakfast with gravy and biscuits and eggs and sausage and milk. Gets to
help her buy
bigger and bigger clothes. Gets to take her to nice restaurants and watch
her eat Italian or
Mexican or Japanese food. Gets to fondle every new roll and crease every
night. I didn't
know this guy, but I hated him. The thought that her feeder might be a
woman had occurred
to me, but that just seemed too good to be true.
I wish that I could tell you that we met one day, and over a few months
fell deeply in love.
I'd like to say that I became the feeder that I was so very jealous of.
But of course, real life
just isn't like that. The truth is we've never spoken a word to each
other. I still don't even
know her name. I do know that she's never lost an ounce in the year and
half that I've known
her. She's still my favorite fantasy, especially since my girlfriend
finally broke up with me
because I kept trying to fatten her up just a little more. My real life
feeding is nothing
compared to the fantasy feedings that I've shared with my imaginary
Louise.
By the way, I'm certain that she's well over two-fifty now. Her scrubs are
new and baggy again, and
that is making me horny again. I saw her this morning walking a one-eared
Cocker Spaniel,
and I can guarantee you that her beautiful round body is only getting
better and better.