The Big Movie
By Jeremy
She sat alone, eating in
front of the television. Wedged tightly into a sofa, she watched herself on the
screen, in her newest movie. Her name was Stephanie, and it was her account of
her most recent one hundred-pound gain.
Filming
had started right around the time she had broken the two hundred-pound mark,
and continued until she weighed three hundred and ten pounds two months later.
All in all, Stephanie's Explosion was an hour and a half long adult film
that featured feeding scenes at gradually increased weights. Stephanie watched
it often, and it always made her hungry for another dessert.
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Stephanie
had once been a model for a tanning bed chain, sunning herself to give her the
most beautiful, vibrant skin. The days of lounging, tanning, and wearing
bathing suits for pay began to take their toll on young Steph, and she
developed a rounder, more hour-glass figure with wide hips and full smooth
thighs pulling her bikini taut. The job had been given to her primarily because
of her breasts, round, perfect, filling the tiny cloth triangles of her top
out. Her sedate lifestyle had added a divine heaviness to her breasts, causing
them to strain the top even farther. When she reported for her photo shoot, the
director had taken one look at her bulging stomach and had her change into a
one-piece suit instead. As small as they were, her old one-piece couldn't hide
the extra flesh of her love-handles, or the pooch of her new stomach. The
director was disgusted, and finally took pictures of just her face. The
cameraman couldn't contain himself, and took pictures of her belly anyway. He
even snapped off a few nice pictures of her profile and her backside, to
develop privately that night.
Stephanie
was so depressed that she drove home and flung herself on the couch. She
reached over to the coffee table and began munching on a bag of M&M's. She
had eaten nearly the entire sixteen-ounce bag when she realized what she was
doing. Stephanie was so depressed she dug out a tub of Hagan-Daas and went to
work on it. After half of a gallon, she ran out of strawberry syrup, and began
smothering the ice cream in chocolate sauce. Stephanie was still depressed
about the photo shoot, and left for the supermarket. She changed out of her
T-shirt and shorts and put on a pair of tight jeans and a sweater. Wow, she
thought. These jeans used to seem so loose. At the market, Steph bought
everything that looked even remotely tempting. Four packages of Oreos, a
birthday cake, two dozen cream-filled donuts, a gallon of chocolate milk, and
eight assorted tubs of frosting. She also bought five pounds of sliced ham and
a pound of cheese. Her cashier looked at her with a strange smile on his face
and took longer ringing up her food than usual.
Stephanie
returned home and began eating the cookies, smearing cream all over her face.
She fell asleep on her couch with a bag of cookies all but finished on the
slope of her belly. When she woke up the next afternoon, she began eating the
birthday cake, which ironically had an icing pig on the top. She ate for
forty-five minutes on the large cake, savoring the rich chocolate and creamy
layer of icing. It was too much for Stephanie. She hurried into the kitchen and
ripped open the cans of frosting. Not even bothering to use a spoon, she dipped
her fingers in and hand-fed herself the entire can. It was extremely rich
frosting, so Stephanie opened up a jar of peanut butter and began feeding
herself that instead.
She
eventually stopped eating to take a shower, and was surprised to see her new
self in the bathroom mirror. She was straining her pants, the thighs ballooning
out, her ass with a new curve as it arced out and back in beneath the waist.
Stephanie squirmed her way to freedom, eventually removing her pants. Her belly
jiggled new layers of fat, proudly showing her tanned skin. Jumping on the
scale, Stephanie discovered that she had gone from around one hundred and
twenty-five pounds to one hundred and forty.
Seeing
her expanded self made her wonder what she should do, and she immediately
thought to begin dieting immediately. Then Stephanie remembered the sheer bliss
of gorging herself, and the cashier's rooming eyes and long stare. She realized
that not only did she like this look, men did too. She stepped into her small
shower, only about two feet both ways, and began dreaming of a day when she was
too fat for her shower. Thinking about how chubby she would have too become got
her excited, and she took out a dildo and worked up a good sweat, daydreaming
of a time when she spent her days eating and lounging and sleeping.
She
spent that evening eating all twenty-four of the donuts she had purchased,
shoving long john after long john into her gaping mouth, chewing the puffy,
sweet pastry until the thick cream squirted out onto her chin, only to be drawn
back in by her thick tongue.
Stephanie
continued feasting for two more weeks, gaining and growing bigger and bigger
with each passing meal. Her belly jutted out, melding gracefully into her love
handles. Her butt had swollen, spreading wider and rounder as her thighs flared
out. Her mammoth thighs round and ample, pressing tight against each other.
Stephanie sat, fondling her new breasts; her tits rested on her belly, hanging
over her stomach. Stephanie was wearing a spandex work out suit, stretched tight
over her one hundred and seventy-five-pound body. The bright blue shorts
jiggled when she walked to the refrigerator, falling short of meeting her
bright yellow Lycra shirt. A thick roll jutted out between the two fabrics,
overlapping the packed layer of fat beneath it.
Stephanie
loved being fat, the eating, the lounging, the wonderful padding and thickness
of her body. When she showered, she wedged herself into a corner, dreaming once
more of filling the shower stall, forcing the door closed after her. Stephanie
spent hours in the shower, smearing skin creams and lotions over her bronzed
flesh. As a result, her beautiful fat stayed taut and smooth, adding to her
overall softness.
She
became a regular at the market, always going through the same cashier's line
and developing a rapport with him. The cashier was constantly amazed by her
growth, and happily sold her pastries and milkshakes and snacks. Stephanie
always dressed up to go out in public, flaunting her corpulent body. Though
they were far too small for her now, Steph loved squeezing into the tiny
outfits she had worn as a thin girl. She wore corsets, spandex, and denim,
anything tight enough to squeeze her massive girth into. Her old pair of
flannel pants now became her favorite thing to wear, stretched tight by her
spreading hips and bloated thighs.
She
returned to the studio after another week of eating, reporting at just under a
hundred and ninety pounds. The shoot director threw a fit, saying that with her
puffy cheeks and double chin, even her face was too fat to shoot. Nor could
they shoot her arms, for they had swollen, with fat, fleshy rolls hanging from
her former triceps. She was fired on the spot and leaving when the cameraman,
Joel, caught up with her. They talked for awhile after, with Joel telling her
how much he admired her fat new form, the way she oozed out of her clothing and
jiggled her way across the lot. They agreed to dinner that weekend. Joel
claimed to know the perfect spot.
Stephanie
worried about what to wear. In the two days prior to her big date, she had
gorged herself, hoping to fatten herself up even a little more to impress Joel.
She hadn't eaten a thing since breakfast, just to work up an appetite to
impress her date. Joel picked her up at eight, and she was ravished by the time
he arrived. She had worried herself all day long over what to wear to dinner,
and finally decided on wearing a pair of tight jeans and a red sweater that
stretched tight around her potbelly.
Joel
picked her up just when the anticipation and hunger was just too much for her.
Joel sped to the restaurant, a small Italian place that offered dark corners
and second helpings. Stephanie ate two platters of veal, a dish of fettuccine,
and three jumbo meatballs, all fed to her by her new boyfriend. He took her to
his apartment, the entire upper floor of an apartment building. There he took
out a French chocolate pie, and fed her slice-by-slice. When she had finished
that, he left for the kitchen and returned with a strawberry cheesecake, which
he excitedly fed into her rapidly chewing mouth.
They
collapsed onto the bed, and frolicked amongst the covers. Stephanie noticed the
large soft pillows, the warm blankets, the full feeling in her stomach. Joel
hadn't expected her to completely finish a large cheesecake after all she had
eaten, and was astonished that she was feeling as frisky as she was after a
feeding the first time. Stephanie's fast had worked; now she felt fatter and
more erotic than ever. They had sex for hours, and Joel fell asleep tightly wedged
underneath Stephanie's swelling bulk. The next morning, they woke and Stephanie
went out to breakfast with Joel. The night had taken a lot out of both of them,
and Steph ate three stacks of pancakes with half a pound of sausage. Then she
went home and slept.
When
she woke up that night, she needed food. She drove out to the market, and
stopped to talk with the cashier. He was obviously impressed with how much she
had gained. As she was leaving, she swung by a drive-thru and grabbed enough
ice cream to last ordinary women for a week. Stephanie drove home and began
pouring milkshake after milkshake back down her throat. When she was done, she
reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a bag of cookies. She crammed a
fourth of the bag into her mouth and slowly chewed them up and swallowed, with
wonderful new fat around her neck bouncing with her jaw. She took off her sweat
pants; they weren't comfy enough anymore. She tried to put on her old bikini,
but the strings dug deep into her broad hips and her billowing back.