In the 1980s, my marriage was on the downslope. My wife's personal issues were surfacing with a vengeance, so I knew that a divorce was just a matter of time. As intimacy with my wife became less and less frequent owing to her lack of interest and new-found playing of cocktease games, I began looking for other amusements. Call it sublimation, call it what you will: I replaced sexual gratification with plenty of wine, lots of music, and voracious reading.

The Village Voice was an occasional read for me. For those who don't recall the Voice, it was Greenwich Village's weekly newspaper, filled with odd news, bizarre slants on current events, and advertisements of colorful quality. The personals in particular were vignettes that left the reader aroused, intrigued, puzzled, or even frightened, depending on the personal needs of the ad's author.

One day, I stopped in at the bookstore on 28th Street, bought the Voice, and sat out in the parking lot, reading. I'd had an exceptionally bad day at work, and was anticipating an equally bad day at home, and needed a good laugh.

I opened the Voice, skimmed through the main articles, and headed straight for the personals.

The ads were rather commonplace for the Village Voice--latex fetishes, spankings, that sort of thing--except for one, that leapt out at me. Its title:

THE WEIGHWAY TO HAPPINESS

DWM, 45, desires SWF, 28-40, thin to medium build, to become plump goddess.

Now, this text may not look like much to the average fellow traveler in the modern feeding community. However, this ad appeared in the late 80s. At that time, I thought a feeder was something placed in your front yard to attract and feed birds. All I knew was that watching women fatten up was an erotic experience for me.

I don't know what possessed me, but I opened a PO box at the local post office, and wrote a letter to the ad's placer. I told who I was, and told of my mutual interest--though not sure of the reasoning--in his desire to fatten a lovely lady. I simply asked that he let me know how the relationship went, when it happened, and how the gal did with her gains.

I received a prompt reply, and many after that. This story is a recalling of the correspondence between this couple and myself.

Dear Mr. Maestro,

Thank you for your letter. My name is Roger, and I am glad to know of another man who shares my lust for fat and fattening women. I'm sorry to say that I have had no replies to my ad as yet. Be assured that I will contact you when a lady responds.

Tell me a bit about yourself. How did you get interested in the experience of plump and plumping goddesses?

Roger

Dear Roger,

Thanks for responding. I have had little experience fattening someone myself, but I have had relationships that just grew. My girlfriend in college and I both gained 40 lbs during our three years together, and I loved every roll of it. I knew that I got off on fat girls, but didn't look upon their gaining as a turn-on.

There was a market near my last apartment, and one daughter of the proprietor, already a plump lady herself, gained close to 30 pounds in six months. Once I realized what was happening, I made sure I visited her checkout lane at least once a week. I knew that I was getting off on watching this. I didn't know why. Alas, the store closed, she went elsewhere. I hope she's fat and happy.

Anyway, my past relationships have greatly enjoyed eating, and I've found my own benefits reaped from that.

So, what about you?

Maestro

Two weeks passed before Roger wrote back:

Dear Maestro,

My apologies for the delay in writing to you. I have received a response from a lady! Her name is Liz. We've corresponded, met last week, and she has moved into my loft here in the Village.

I am enclosing a photo of her for you, as well as measurements quoted below. You will be receiving more as time passes, and as she plumps.

Roger

Stats for Liz - March 13

Height: 64in
Weight:150
Chest:32
Arms:10
Waist:28
Hips:34
Thigh:16

Liz was an attractive lady in her mid-thirties, with a standard shape, based on the photo Roger had sent me. I was amazed at the amount of information he'd sent--clearly a man bent on detail. I had to know more.

Dear Roger,

Thanks for the photo and information. Forgive my ignorance, but how do you intend to help Liz gain weight? I realize there's more food intake involved, but are there faster techniques? Have you done this before?

Maestro

Two weeks later, a letter arrived from Roger.

Dear Maestro,

Good questions all. I'm pretty much treading new ground here, as fattening women has been a fantasy matter with me, apart from reading about it in the few magazines that exist. Have you ever heard of Bellybusters? Or the Feedlot? They're periodicals that share our interest, but you won't find them at your local Walden Bookstore.

I am taking a tip from the world of weight loss...it takes time to lose, so let's go with the assumption that, to build a nice, well-stuffed woman, one must take time to gain. Figuring that a pound of fat is 3500 calories, and that Liz was probably eating about 1500 calories a day, I have her eating a minimum of 2300 calories a day. That's just a dessert or two extra a day.

That will give her a safe gain of a pound a week, perhaps two if she's really eating well. She's also exercising for muscular strength, so that she'll be able to easily carry the added fat. If all goes well, she'll be up to 200 pounds one year from now. In the meantime, I'll keep sending you data and photos. Enjoy!

Roger

Stats for Liz - March 27Weight:155

Chest:32
Arms:12
Waist:28
Hips:34
Thigh:16

Dear Roger,

Thanks for the update. There are magazines that discuss our mutual interest? I'll have to look for them.

Sounds like you have some good, clear plans for Liz's gaining. Those all sound like good ideas, and I look forward to hearing from you further.

Maestro

Dear Maestro,

Time for the latest report on Liz. She's enjoying herself immensely. We're both enjoying her immensely. We've discovered that keeping that pound or two a week on her is a difficult task. It seems her metabolism wants to burn it off. I've increased her calorie intake, so she's snacking more. We're also indulging in more intimate activity, and that includes food during sexplay, as well as making love when she's had a big meal: The fullness and sex does wonders for me, and is locking in some pleasant associations for her.

Later!

Roger

PS: You _do_ have a name, don't you? I feel odd calling you Maestro, unless there's some control thing. - R.

Stats for Liz - April 15

Weight:157
Chest:33
Arms:12
Waist:29
Hips:35
Thigh:16

Dear Roger,

Thanks for the recent update. Yes, I do have a name--please call me Neil. Sounds like you and Liz have this entire process planned out with great care. I hope that all goes well for both of you.

Neil

Dear Neil,

Hi, this is Liz. Roger asked me to drop you a line, as he's very busy on a deadline. He and I thank you for disclosing your name.

Life is going quite well for us so far. I've gotten past a recent plateau--seems they happen in weight gain and weight loss alike--and just shot up. I've always wanted to do this, but I've had my family breathing down my neck to "stay thin." Never mind that my own parents were huge themselves: Mom was about my height and was close to 400 pounds, but always looked gorgeous (high self-image, cared well for herself). Dad was even bigger, 5'7 and 450, but again, my parents were very special people. Still, they didn't want their daughter to wear the 'fat stigma.'

I've dieted most of my life, and ya know what? I've had it. Roger offers me a chance to "become a plump goddess." He's the best man I've ever met, and if he gets off on fat girls, then I'll give him something to get off on .

Tell us a bit about yourself, Neil. Interests? Lifestyle? Other than getting off on fat women?

Liz

Stats for Liz - May 20

Weight: 167
Chest:34
Arms:12.5
Waist:30
Hips:36
Thighs:16

Dear Liz,

Somehow I didn't expect to hear from you...this is a great pleasure. I'm 35 years old, and a jack-of-all-trades. I work mostly as a musician, but deal in publishing as well as a freelance author and editor. It pays the bills.

I'm married, but life isn't a bowl of cherries right now. My wife is clearly suffering from depression and other ailments, and she's piling more and more responsibility upon my shoulders, while taking far more slack than I think she needs. I want a divorce NOW, but the vow keeps me sticking it out.

Interests? I read. I like good wine. I like so-so wine, and specialize in finding what I call 'Bohemian drinkables'--vintages that are inexpensive but tasty.

You've pretty much nailed it on the head: I do get off on fat girls, and do a great deal of window-shopping.

I'll stop whining now. Thanks for writing.

Neil

Dear Neil,

I'm sorry to hear that your married life isn't going well. I won't ask about details unless you wish to give them. I've been through an ugly divorce myself, and let me just say that the break was worth the pain of the proceedings.

Did you know Roger is an excellent cook? Appears he spent a little time at the Escoffier school. There's a gourmet surprise waiting for me every time I come home. This week, he's been experimenting with pasta sauces. Tonight he served a wonderful pesto sauce with homemade capellini and--oh, my, my mouth's watering again.

Back to you. Have you considered counseling? Not that I wish to steer you from the goal of divorce, but I do wish to offer options.

Liz

Stats for Liz - June 30

Weight:172
Chest: 34
Arms:13
Waist:30
Hips:37
Thighs:16

Dear Liz, thanks for the note and suggestions. We started counseling two months ago. I see no results. My wife has started counseling on her own at about the same time, and is on antidepressants. Things are improving for her emotionally, but the marriage is still in a spiral.

No, I never realized that Roger was a gourmet cook. I'll bet that makes gaining an easy task, when everything is tasty and rich.

So, tell me about you.

Neil

Dear Neil,

I'm pleased to see that you and Liz are hitting it off so well. I hope that, whatever path your marriage takes, it will contain some closure that helps both you and your wife get on with life.

The stats may be a bit disappointing lately. Liz has hit some plateaus, so gains are slow in coming. Any written encouragement you can give her might help.

A bit of information for you that I thought you'd enjoy. Liz went bathing suit shopping, and took me with her. Needless to say, her old suit doesn't fit any longer, and we wanted to go to the beach at least once this year. She's up to a size 16, and bought a lovely red bikini that shows off every curve!

Let me share with you what happened last week. We went to Seaside Heights (you're New Jerseyan, so you know the location), and Liz wore that new bikini. There were a few snickering brats (Liz ignored them--a remarkable woman at any size!), but I reveled in watching many, many men (and a few women) turn their heads as Liz sauntered by.

I cannot tell you how much fun this woman is.

Roger

PS: Are you planning any trips out East? We'd love to meet you - R.

Stats for Liz - August 30

Weight: 176
Chest: 35
Arms:13
Waist:31
Hips:37
Thighs:17

I _did_ make a trip out East for Thanksgiving. Sending my wife off with her family, I took the PATH from Newark into Penn Station, and caught a cab to lower Manhattan. I knew the building all too well, right near Gramercy Park: Much of my Friday nights in college were spent driving out to a church nearby to hear the local organist play his midnight recitals.

I always fear this moment, ringing the doorbell of someone I've met online. Even if you think you know them online, it's always a danger of discovering that you've been corresponding with an insane person.

The door opened, and the plump goddess looked me in the face, smile and brown eyes glowing. I was so captivated with Liz's facial features in person that it took me a few seconds to give the typical male "once-over."

Liz was everything her photos could show, and with over 30 pounds on her, even more. A blossoming, broadening ass, rounding of the hips, a slight trace of rolls on her waistline, all pointed to a happy--a fat and happy--young woman weighing 185.

Roger came to the door shortly after Liz answered it. I had no idea of Roger's appearance until that point. He--well, he looked like the average forty-five-year-old professional: Brown hair with some gray, neatly dressed, average to stocky build, blue eyes that had a slight twinkle to them. Like Liz, he was clearly a happy person, either pleased with himself that he'd acquired such a dish as his lady, or just plain happy with his lot.

We had tea and cookies, and I watched in amazement as Liz slowly, deliberately, joyfully ate most of them. We looked over Liz's progress charts and photographs, talked about current events, and had a good old time enjoying one another's company.

Four hours later, the visit ended all too soon. I left the apartment, returned to my family for post-Thanksgiving dinner, fetched my wife, and returned home. During the days that followed, I found myself glowing with pleasure (and feeling just a bit envious of Roger's situation). I sent a thank-you note to the happy couple, and wished them the best for the holidays.

The Advent season (known to non-churchers as "the Christmas rush" flew by, and with the New Year came a letter from Liz.

Dear Neil,

A belated holiday to you. Roger and I have celebrated Christmas, and I am happy to say that Roger proposed to me, and I accepted. We'll go about the plans slowly, but should be wed by the end of this coming year.

I admit that I replied to Roger's ad with much trepidation but, like you, felt drawn to it. Now I am glad that I did so. My relationship with Roger is a solid one, or at least a growing one (pun intended), and it would be the same even without his desire for me to fatten up.

Stats for Liz - December 31

Weight: 202
Chest: 37
Arms:15
Waist:34
Hips:38
Thighs:19

I was tempted to respond with a phone call, but felt that my thoughts would be more valuable on paper. So, another letter went out to that apartment on Gramercy Park.

Dear Liz,

I am so happy for the both of you! I shall see if I can attend your wedding--do keep me informed of the date. I am also happy to see that you, dear Liz, have exceeded the 200-pound goal set by Roger some months back. You're a beautiful woman, and from your photo and stats, now you've joined the ranks of the big beautiful women. Wear your new body with pride, carry yourself straight and tall, and long life to both of you!

Love to you and Roger, Neil

All good things must end sometime. Too soon, I received the letter I knew would eventually come.

Dear Neil,

Nearly a year has elapsed since we started writing one another. Liz has grown considerably, as you've probably noticed from the photographs. She's happy, I'm ecstatic.

We've decided that official feeding can end here. Now, we'll just enjoy the journey. If she gains, fantastic. If not, we'll spend our lives happily.

This means that there will be no further stats unless you request them. We'll always enjoy hearing from you, and will keep in contact with you. You're a good friend, and this may end one part of our friendship, but I, for one, wish to continue the friendship.

Now, end that wretched marriage of yours, find yourself a lady with the same mindset as Liz, and get thee a (fat) wife.

Keep in touch,

Roger

PS: Wedding is November 3rd. Can you make it? And would you be willing to play for it? We're getting married at Calvary near here, and I know you're familiar with the organ. - R.

Stats for Liz - February 20

Weight: 210
Chest:38
Arms:16
Waist:36
Hips: 42
Thigh:20

I did play for the wedding, for a radiant 240-pound bride. During that occasion, I met a number of Roger and Liz's friends, many of whom had similar interests to my own. That was obvious without even chatting with the attendees: The ceremony and the reception were glorious showpieces of fleshy women and admiring men. Many cards and addresses were exchanged, so in another small way, the feeding community grew. I divorced, deciding to remain single, dated a few gals--even went looking for that luscious cashier--and went on with my life.

Not long after the wedding, The Village Voice returned in online form. Giving much thought to the matter, I screwed up my courage and placed a personal ad. Guess what it said?

THE WEIGHWAY TO HAPPINESS

DWM, 45, desires SWF, 28-40, thin to medium build, to become plump goddess.

Hey, I may get lucky again.